Jealousy, Jealousy

Jealousy, Jealousy

Pairing: Siyeon x Fem!Reader

AU: Non-Idol

Warnings / Misc. -- Smut, Jealous Siyeon ;)

Word Count: 3,348

Summary: With your three year anniversary imminent and the need for a get-away pressing, Siyeon organizes a romantic weekend trip for the two of you to enjoy together. Everything goes according to plan in the beginning, but when a night of clubbing breathes new life into her passion for you, things get a bit derailed.

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

A/N: Hello again, my lovely readers! Just stopping by to drop off this Singnie fic :) Jiu's story is next, so look forward to it! Hope you like this in the meantime 💖

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Moonlight Bar & Lounge, 11:42 PM

As the two of you peered up at the establishment’s buzzing, neon lights, Siyeon had to make a conscious effort to prevent her hand from dropping too low on your ass. 

She’d made a promise to you – back at the hotel and in her post-orgasm haze – that she would be on her best behavior while you were out celebrating as a way of repaying you. 

You, in return, vowed to let her do anything she wanted to you once you were back in private, so long as she kept things tame and didn’t go back on her word in the meantime. 

And, for what it was worth, she was really giving it her all.

But you looked absolutely divine in your formal outfit – radiant with a sultry undertone, capable of leaving her transfixed. It drove her crazy to know that hidden away beneath it, tucked out of view from prying eyes, your skin was painted with all of her marks. Splashes of color, hues of red and purple growing darker with time – her own personal claims on you. With how hard it had been for her to keep her mouth off of you earlier, she was surprised you had any skin left unmarked at all. 

“Two more hours, Singnie. Think you can handle it?” You asked, glancing at her as you both approached the door. 

She opened it, sending you a confident look all the while. “Of course I can.”

You hummed, unconvinced. “We’ll see about that.” 

When you passed her, a smirk pulled at the corner of your lips. Her gaze had fallen to your ass, again, watching its every move in silent admiration as she trailed behind you like a puppy. 

—

The reviews you’d read, though stellar, had failed to prepare you for just how nice the place was. Its intimate ambience beckoned you in at once, extending an easy-going hand, inviting you to look around and see for yourself everything that it had to offer. 

Things were darkened inside, creating an aura of sensuality and mystery despite the openness of the layout. Hues of black and blue accented the furniture and decorations, in line with the established theme of intrigue. Large skylights were centered in the ceiling, allowing plenty of moonlight in to do as it so pleased. 

A dance floor called from the far side of the room, comfortably crowded and taking up about half of the venue. Couches and chairs were situated around tables on the other side, strategically dotting the available area so as to award parties their privacy. 

The bar was large, stretching out far and wide as it stood ready to greet you upon your arrival. A busy bartender met Siyeon’s eye when he glanced up, vigorously shaking a drink. 

“Welcome, ladies!” He smiled warmly. “It’s great to have you tonight.”

You thanked him with a smile as well, and Siyeon extended the same courtesy. Her arm fell to your waist again mindlessly – completely out of habit as she turned to survey everything. 

“How about we get a table first?” She suggested, subtly motioning towards them with her head. “Then we can dance for a bit, if you’d like.”

“Sure, babe. That sounds perfect.”

-

One Hour Later

Put simply, Siyeon seemed to be out to get you. 

Though she was your girlfriend, the love of your life, your protector – something truly sadistic shined in her dark eyes as she peered at you from the other side of the table, smirking around the rim of her glass. 

She watched you squirm in your seat a little, feigning oblivion as her foot traveled up your calf, teasing. 

Somewhere between her first and second rounds of wine she had undone the top few buttons of her blouse, and the seductive way she pressed closer to the table, arms crossed just below her chest, put her cleavage on full display. The edge of her bra was visible, too, but that was a detail likely only perceptible to you, considering your proximity and inability to focus on anything else. 

Every bit of her prior innocence was gone without a trace, eclipsed by the desire she felt, which was becoming harder and harder to maintain a grip on. 

The alcohol in your system was weakening your inhibitions, too; coaxing them to vanish as her charm worked its magic, promising release for you the second you asked for it. It showed in her eyes – which shamelessly drank in the sight of you – and the subtle bite of her lip. She appeared collected, but you knew that in reality she was far from it.

You downed your last bit of wine in an effort to distract yourself. 

As you lowered your glass, the ring on your finger shimmered, catching the attention of one of the club’s cycling lights. Siyeon looked at it proudly; it was the promise ring that she had given you this morning.

Wordlessly she reached forward, palm upturned. 

The musing, pleased smile on her lips would be your demise. You were sure of it. 

But even still, you extended your hand and placed it in hers, following her unspoken request. She held it close, rubbing her thumb across the back of it in soothing, easy strokes. 

Nothing made her happier than knowing you were hers.

“Ready to dance?” She asked, trying not to sound too eager. The thought of having your body against hers was ruining her in all the best kinds of ways. 

She was fiending for it.

You took a deep breath, steadying yourself for what was to come. She knew that asking was unnecessary, but she took pleasure in seeing you squirm. 

“Sure.” You swallowed. 

Happily, she finished off her wine. 

Leaving behind your empty glasses and appetizer plates, she stood up and led you to the dance floor.  

-

30 Minutes Until Promise Is Completed

The DJ was a true professional at his craft, and you decided at once that he deserved the biggest raise imaginable.

…do DJs get raises?

Regardless, he was owed one. 

His choices of song, paired with the seamless transitions and mixes that he conducted, set the mood of the lounge and kept everyone's energy high. A strong bassline carried throughout the place, thrumming consistently and so powerfully you felt it in your very being. 

Like an undercurrent, it flowed around you. Pushing and pulling, leading you out just to lure you back in again.

Siyeon moved in time with you, hanging onto the rhythm as you let loose. She kissed you occasionally, swept up in the heat of the moment and unable to resist your beauty. Her hands wandered, impossible to control as they made it their mission to tempt you. 

The couples around you all shared that sentiment as well – turning the air thick with sexual tension. 

Some grinded. Others groped. It was a plethora of positions and strides, all writhing and searching for relief – a statement piece on the human condition, plucked straight from a movie scene. From your place within it, amongst the welcome chaos, you could only imagine what a sight it was to behold from an outside perspective. 

A sudden buzzing tethered you back down to Earth, garnering your attention. It came from Siyeon’s front pocket, which was conveniently nestled right between your thighs. 

The contact made you tense at first, not expecting it, but it felt good. More than good, even. And far better than you cared to admit, considering you wanted to hold onto some of your pride. 

She felt it, too, but she didn’t pull away at first. Enjoying the show, she pressed it against you a little harder, coaxing your hips to gyrate, both to the rhythm of the song and in search of the vibrations. 

But once the phone rang a fourth time, you pushed her away with a dismissing laugh, telling her to go answer it. 

Your cheeks were flushed, and your heart was racing wildly within your chest. You covered your forehead with your palm, taking a deep breath as the people around you filled in the open space that her exit provided. 

The loss of contact with her allowed you to sober up the tiniest bit and get your head on straight. She was just like a drug.

Get a grip, you scolded yourself, shaking your head. This was ridiculous. Was going more than a few hours without fucking her really this impossible? You wanted it more than anything, but you didn’t want to give her the satisfaction of calling off your deal. It was made to prove a point, and you intended to keep it instated for that very reason.

You stole a glance at your watch. 

Only fifteen minutes left. That was doable, no?

Siyeon rolled her eyes as she slid up on the green button at the bottom of her screen. She had to fight the urge to just let it go unanswered.

Had it been anyone other than her boss, she likely would’ve. 

“Hello?”

“Ah, Siyeon,” he greeted from the other end, a smile evident in his gravelly voice. “I’m glad I could reach you.”

She pressed her back to an open portion of the far wall, away from the more rowdy parts of the crowd. 

“Of course, sir,” she sighed, withholding the attitude that she wished to lace into it. 

She looked up at you, watching you sway gently in time with the music. The light of the room painted you beautifully – every shimmer and shadow fighting for its chance to cast across your skin. She couldn't help but admire you from afar.

"...yes, sir. I turned that report in to your assistant two days ago." She answered distantly, clearly not entirely focused on their conversation. 

He launched into a response, but Siyeon suddenly tensed and stood up straighter – intrigued for a completely different reason.

A woman was making her way over to you.

Like a shark circling its prey. 

The blonde danced along to the beat with a drink in her hand, sipping on it as she closed the remaining distance between you. Siyeon could only watch as she leaned down, smiling prettily as she introduced herself. 

You laughed at something she said and nodded lightheartedly, amused. 

“Siyeon? Are you there?”

Her lips pressed tightly into a line. “Yes, sir. Continue.”

He did, but again she couldn’t pay much attention. She was too focused on the two of you standing far too close for her liking, and the nonchalant way that the woman invited you to join her for a dance. 

To Siyeon’s annoyance, you agreed and stepped forward. 

She drew you in and briefly settled a hand on your hip as the two of you got accustomed to the new song that the DJ started playing. You followed her lead, allowing her to sway with you. 

She was attractive, and the sight of you together stoked the fire of jealousy within Siyeon.

For what it was worth, though, you didn’t attach any deeper meaning to the exchange. You were simply dancing, after all, and you'd made it a point to flash your ring a few times to avoid any misunderstandings.

But Siyeon was in a different state entirely. 

Her blood boiled, and her grip on her phone tightened audibly. The poor thing groaned and squeaked from the pressure, pleading for her to ease up.

The woman locked eyes with her over your shoulder, practically taunting her as she dipped you down. The angle provided Siyeon an achingly beautiful view of your body, tempting her to admire the lines and curves that you created; but she was sobered up by the fact that it wasn’t exclusive to her. 

In that moment, anyone – including that woman – could see you looking so gorgeously spread out. 

That was her final straw.

She abruptly excused herself from the call, assuring her boss that she’d dial him up again at the first chance she got, before hanging up without another thought.

Bitterness radiated from her with every step that she marched closer to you, practically fuming. She moved people aside along the way, providing an opening for herself to return to you. 

You were uprighted by the woman at once and subsequently seized by Siyeon, who loomed angrily behind you. You were oblivious to the situation until you felt her presence as she entered your personal space. 

She emitted tension, and the sensation made you tremble; the territorial look she gave deterred the blonde, who raised her hands in a show of innocence before smiling knowingly and ambling to another part of the dance floor. 

Hesitantly, you went to turn around and face Siyeon. But her sudden grip on your hips prevented that, keeping you as you were.

Something firm pressed against your ass as she pulled you in, rutting with a restrained sort of gentleness that seemed difficult to maintain. It caught you off guard at first, but the swell of it, straining against the fabric of her pants, was something you'd recognize anywhere. 

It was your favorite toy. She had secretly put it on before you left the hotel earlier. Cheeky. 

How had you not noticed it before?

She ground against you again, aiming to give you a better feel for it, but made sure to remain somewhat inconspicuous to the people around you. Her hands caressed your sides, tentatively working their way downwards as she attempted to gauge your reaction. 

Her lips brushed the shell of your flushed ear, upturning the slightest bit in triumph when she felt your breath hitch. Your head turned to the side and your chin tilted ever-so-slightly, granting her full access.

“Do you feel that?" She asked lowly, clenching her jaw. “What you do to me?”

She couldn’t have cared less about the promise in that moment even if she had wanted to. With you looking as good as you did and flaunting yourself like that… behaving really was no longer an option. 

You nodded fervently, lacking the gift of speech. 

“You’re going to take care of that for me. Right now,” she emphasized, taking a hold of your wrist. 

Chest heaving, you turned around to face her. She shoved your hand between her legs, making you cup the toy as she pressed a harsh kiss to your lips. You melted into it, weak within her strong embrace. Obediently, you groped her again, making the other side of it rub up against her clit. You swallowed up the encouraging moan that she let out at the action.

She begrudgingly pulled away after a moment, but only enough to take your hand again and impatiently drag you towards the front door. Her movements weren’t the most graceful – seeing as that she bumped the two of you into other guests and nearly fumbled over her own feet along the way – but they were endearing. She wanted you so badly that appearing composed no longer mattered to her. 

And that feeling was beyond mutual.

- The Parking Lot -

Although they gave it their all to be seen, the city’s bright lights were muted by the thick fog that covered the windows of Siyeon’s car; they were mere blurs in the distance, becoming increasingly dulled with time. 

The steam served as an immediate tell of what was happening inside, just in case any particularly dimwitted onlookers failed to put two and two together after observing the rocking of the car. 

Part of you was afraid the entire thing would fall apart at any moment, based on how roughly Siyeon was taking you. 

Her body clung desperately to yours, only parting long enough for her to draw the toy out of you and drill it back in as she took you from behind. Her skin met yours repeatedly, filling the cabin of the car with filthy noises that made you wetter than you thought possible. 

“Fuck, baby,” she cursed, pressing your head further down into the seat as the snap of her hips grew messier and more erratic. Her fingers tightened in your hair, making your eyes water the slightest bit.

You smiled triumphantly, feeling the cool leather soothe your heated cheek. 

The decorative beads hanging from the rear view mirror clacked together, consistently colliding with the back of it.

Rhythmically, the press of your hips fell in time with her thrusts; you met in the middle, getting the most out of each and every move. Your muscles ached something wild, but you were beyond caring at that point; all that mattered was Siyeon, and ensuring that she got what she wanted. 

“Does it feel good?” You panted.

“So good, jagi,” she groaned, voice raspy, as she lolled her head to the side. 

Her hazy eyes landed on the hickies that she had left at the small of your back earlier, which she brought her free hand up to caress. Beneath her fingertips, your muscles flexed from the impact that she inflicted; they strained with the desperate, searching rutt of your hips as well, never stopping for a second. 

You were such a whore for her; she loved it.

"I wish you could see yourself like this," she mused through heavy breaths, palming your skin. "Taking me so well. God, you're so perfect." 

Her harsh thrusts mellowed into long, sensual ones as she focused on grinding against you. The ridges of the toy slid across your velvety walls as she humped, stimulating you further. She watched the length of it disappear inside of you repeatedly, only to reappear glistening more and more each time. 

You reached a shaky hand out to brace yourself, aware that she was getting close by the tremble of her legs.

All of the friction her clit was receiving was pushing her closer and closer to the edge. The other end of the toy moved inside of her as well, heightening the effect of even your most subtle motions. 

When your head fell forward and came to rest against your extended arm, she leaned down, seizing the opportunity to kiss your exposed neck. The way her body aligned with yours, completely bare and heated, made you moan. 

She left new marks everywhere she liked, taking her time.

A soft, pleased grunt resounded in her throat when you lifted your hips and grinded back into her, languidly working yourself along the toy. She stilled her movements and let you continue for a bit, reveling in the intimate feeling. 

"Head up, angel." She instructed, grazing her teeth across your pulsepoint. 

You obeyed and raised it, fighting exhaustion. 

Her lips found yours, and you immediately surrendered control of the kiss over to her. Despite knowing you'd grant it without hesitation, she still asked for permission by licking your bottom lip. 

You opened up, sighing as her tongue met yours. 

Instinctively, your walls fluttered at the feeling; she deepened the kiss, doing as she wanted.  

She snaked a hand down your body and pressed her fingertips to your clit, toying with it. She spread your slick around, proud of the mess of it that coated your thighs and pussy. It dripped down your legs, only turning her on more. 

Needing air, you broke the kiss. She clearly felt like showing a little mercy, as she allowed you the chance to catch your breath and kissed your shoulder in the meantime. 

When the toy hit your g-spot again following a particularly sensual roll of her hips, you whined pathetically at the feeling.

“Who do you belong to?”

“You, Siyeon,” you exhaled shakily.

“And who's the only one that gets to fuck you like this?” She pressed, voice commanding. 

You moaned, forgoing pride. “You.”

“That’s right, Y/N/N,” she grinned evilly, pushing herself back up. Her hands went to the small of your back again, applying a tantalizing pressure as you obediently arched for her, already knowing what she wanted. 

She wasn’t even close to being done with you yet. 

“Now, start counting. If you make it to twenty, I might just let you cum.”

The sound of her hand slapping your ass filled the car at once, intoxicating you in an entirely new way. 

“...one.”

In Your Dreams

Pairing: Yoohyeon x Fem!Reader

Warnings / Misc. -- Smut

Word Count: 2,273

Summary: When a 2AM knock came at your door during one of the season’s most torrential downpours, you never expected to find her, of all people, standing on your porch and looking so desperate. 

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

A/N: Hey everyone! Sorry for the wait, but here’s the Yooh smut I promised :) Siyeon is next, so keep an eye out for that <3

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“Yoohyeon?” You gaped, shock evident in your tone as you lowered the television remote in your hand (which you had been fully prepared to use as a weapon, had she been anyone else). You quickly sat it down on the table by the door and peered at her, full of concern.

Her clothes were completely sodden – every fiber of them packed full of chilly rainwater as they clung tightly to her – and you had to make a conscious effort to not stare at the expanse of skin that her partially unbuttoned shirt exposed. 

The dark cover of night behind her was disrupted by the house lights of the neighborhood – all switched on, acting as little beacons of hope through the raging storm. A large flash of lightning came, too, streaking sharply against the brooding clouds above. 

“What are you doing here?” Your wide eyes darted across her features, searching for an explanation, but she shied away for some reason and failed to utter more than a quiet word here or there. 

When a clap of thunder rang out mere seconds later, she tensed slightly, still shivering from the cold.

You shook your head at her odd behavior but reached out, nonetheless, and pulled her inside. 

Perhaps a little shelter from the elements would open her up.

Water cascaded freely off of her, dripping down onto your floors and filling your foyer with its quiet sounds as you quickly shut and locked the door. You approached her again and moved her closer to the nearby vent that blew wondrous, warm air into the open space, silently hoping that it could work some magic. 

But even once you gave her time to acclimate and returned your gaze to hers, she continued to avoid it. 

Curious, you took it upon yourself to reach up and cup her cheeks, coaxing her into letting you see her. 

When you did, something clicked. Only then did you really take in the full sight of her. 

A vibrant blush painted her cheeks, and her pupils were blown wide as she peered back at you. Beneath the mussed, white, now practically see-through button up she had on, a set of dark lingerie showed, complimenting her tanned skin beautifully. One of the lacy straps of it had long ago fallen off of her shoulder, and her breast was close to showing because of that. The lines of her abs were visible as well, and every movement she made was full of some kind of alluring, restrained tension. 

Like it was killing her not to reach out and touch you.

Her bottom lip was rosy and swollen, due to her habit of biting it when she gets aroused. 

“I had a dream about you,” she admitted, like she couldn’t hold it in anymore. Her breathing was a bit quicker than normal – less stable. 

You were her best friend; she couldn’t believe she was about to do something like this. 

Her drenched clothes, paired with the warm air that felt its way up her body, created a tantalizing mix of sensations that caused goosebumps to arise; and your hands on her only multiplied them even more. She almost couldn’t stand it.

“And you drove all the way here because of it?” You wondered aloud, quirking a brow.

Though you weren’t totally oblivious to the implication behind her words, incredulity overtook your mind and tone. Even if she had had a wet dream about you, you were sure she would just laugh it off like everything else. Like every other charged interaction you’d ever shared, that danced precariously along the border of platonicity and attraction. 

There was no way she planned to do something about it. 

…right?

She swallowed, taking a second to decide if she was prepared to cross this boundary with you. You’d both tested the limits of your “friendship” before, playing with fire, toying with the line and pushing things to get a rise out of one another – but neither of you had had the courage to follow through completely. 

At least not until now.

Her head nodded sheepishly, sealing your fate. 

“I tried to take care of it myself, Y/N/N, but nothing felt as good as you did in that dream. Will you help me?” The soft plea in her voice bordered on a whine, and it ignited something in you that you had never fully considered with her before. 

Drip, drip, drip

Water pooled at your feet now, resembling the mess that you had inadvertently made in her panties. 

She wanted to take you right here on the floor, or up against the wall that stood behind you. She wanted to rip your clothes off and hear the beautiful timbre of your voice as you came undone, moaning her name. 

But she didn’t. She waited, doing her best to ignore the throbbing of her center and the curious way your eyes kept returning to her body, dropping lower and lower. She waited on you to make the next move, needing to know you wanted her just as badly as she did you.

“Kiss me, Yooh.”

That simple request set her in motion, and she had you in her arms in a second. The subsequent gasp that resounded in your throat at the coldness of her clothes was muffled by her lips before it really had a chance to escape. 

Desperation took on human form as she backed you up against the wall, stripping out of her shirt and slipping her shoes off all the while. 

You moaned into her mouth when she hastily unzipped your pants, nearly breaking your zipper in the process. 

Her frigid fingers slid past your panties with no further warning, and she whimpered quietly when she felt how wet you already were. 

“Y/N…” 

If there was any chance left of her restraining herself, it would have to be now. She was teetering on the edge of no control, and each second that she spent with you loosened her grip on the reins more and more.

“Keep going,” you breathily instructed, allowing your head to loll back against the wall. “I’m all yours.”

She shuddered, both out of excitement and chill. A new kind of darkness eclipsed the usual innocence of your eyes, and she didn’t quite know what to do with herself because of it. 

“Please tell me this is real…”

You chuckled at her earnesty. Even now, in a moment like this, she was capable of making you laugh. 

When you leaned forward and pressed an open mouthed kiss to her neck, she melted into you. You reached down into her pants to cup her with one hand, feeling the warmth that radiated from her cunt even through the lingerie, while the other wrapped around her, tenderly kneading the supple skin of her ass. 

She rocked against you out of instinct, vying for any bit of relief you would possibly award her; the needy movements pushed her own palm harder against your clit, causing you to moan softly. 

Her heart skipped a beat at the sound. 

“Does this feel real enough, baby?” You asked against her pulsepoint, just as your teeth lightly trailed across her sensitive skin. The taut muscles of her neck jumped as she strained helplessly in response. 

“Fuck,” she whined, embarrassed by how much of a mess you’d turned her into. She could feel your smile grow, and it made her walls pitifully flutter and clench around nothing.

“I know you can answer me better than that,” you teased.

You pushed her lace to the side and easily slid two fingers inside of her dripping heat, resolving to get your answer that way instead. 

“Ah!” She moaned at the intrusion, high pitched and broken as she was caught off guard. She looked down between your bodies, watching your fingers rhythmically disappear and reappear at her entrance as you fucked her. A new rise of blush made its way up to her ears at the sounds that she produced – none of which she had any semblance of control over. 

“Yoohyeon…” you warned, still waiting. 

“Yes, Y/N,” she replied, aware of her mistake – though, truthfully, she would make it again a million times over if it got you to touch her like this every time. “It feels so good. Please,” she stressed, fully aware that she wouldn’t survive if you left her without release now, “...don’t stop.” 

Her wish was your command. 

Encouraged by her words, you hiked one of her legs up around your waist and settled closer to her. The new position enabled you to easily reach her g-spot, and her resulting, guttural moan confirmed it. 

You wasted no time in exploiting that in the best possible kind of way. 

The ache between her thighs mingled with pleasure, both in equal, overwhelming doses. A tingling sensation was creeping its way up her spine, and the butterflies in her stomach only grew more untamed. 

“Just like that, jagiya,” she begged into your ear. 

Her hips stuttered, jerking messily as she bucked into you over and over. 

“You’re doing so good, baby,” you praised, admiring the flush of her skin and the way she trembled in your arms. Her weak legs squirmed, shaking as she used what strength she had left to hump a little faster. 

You added another finger as a silent way of rewarding her, and the resulting rush of warmth you felt around them made you smile. Her walls pulsed, eagerly stretching to accommodate the change, and beckoned you back inside with every pump you delivered. 

Even her pussy was greedy for you. 

Both of her hands went to the back of your neck as she pulled you forward and sealed her lips against yours in the dark. She didn’t waste much time with demurity; her kisses were messy and full of need as she tangled her fingers in your hair and roughly tugged on it. 

She swallowed up the subsequent sound of shock that you let out and used the opportunity to slip her tongue into your mouth. 

It was warm and inviting, just like the rest of her – so eager to please you. She stole your breath away when her kisses grew harsher – more possessive; the tell-tale clenching of her walls around your fingers told you she was getting dangerously close to release, and the small, staccato breaths she let out through her nose made you smile lightly. 

She was so precious, like that. Such a slut for you that she drove all the way to your house in the pouring rain at 2AM, and yet she still clung to her habitual shyness in a few small, undeniable ways. 

Knowing that she had it so bad for you boosted your ego majorly. 

Lightning flashed close by outside, and the bright pulse of it highlighted your combined, desperate movements against one another. She pressed further into you, and you knew she couldn't hold out any longer. 

Her pitiful shaking brought out the more merciful side of you.

“Show me what you can do, Yooh. Cum on my fingers,” you commanded, pulling away just enough to rest your forehead against hers. Her arms tightened around your neck, tethering you impossibly closer. 

The snap of her hips grew messy and rough – more primal as they worked to match the rhythm of your hand – and with a succession of filthy moans and whines, she hit her high. Her raised leg tightened around your waist, flexing to keep you in place. She cried your name out and clung to you, digging her nails into your shoulders hard enough to leave marks. 

You grimaced at the sting, but knowing you’d been the one to make her feel so good made the pain insignificant. 

She buried her face in your neck, peppering slow, grateful kisses there, and you held her close until her breathing began to even out again. 

When she eventually pulled away, you expected her to take a break. You gently lowered her leg and smiled at her, prepared to help her over to the couch so she could recover. 

But her release merely seemed to reenergize her, somehow, and she had no plans of stopping anytime soon.

She dropped to her knees in front of you and slid your pants down your legs in one motion, taking you by surprise. 

“It’s your turn now, baby,” she smirked up at you, tilting her head as a mischievous gleam showed in her eyes. Yet another flash of lightning came, outlining her striking features amid the darkness; she was a vision to behold in every way. 

Her lips easily found your v-line and felt their way across it, leaving kisses and little nips in their wake. Your head lolled back again as the promise of what was to come sank in. 

Along the backs of your calves her hands skimmed, trailing upwards and paying attention to every inch of you that they could touch. Desire led them – a fact evident in the wanton way they groped you. 

“God, I can’t wait to taste you.” She sighed the admission against your skin as if she’d been starved for a year and you were the first bit of food she had laid eyes on since. 

The conviction in her behavior made you blush, wondering how you’d ever survive whatever it was that she had in store. 

How you'd managed to survive so long without it stumped you just as much. 

Your body hummed in silent, aching anticipation. Like a band pulled tight, ready to snap at any moment. 

It seemed to set something off within her.

“You’d better choose a safe word now, Y/N,” she warned. 

... A Quick Thought

Guys, I just started watching the show "Single's Inferno" on Netflix and I keep imagining an AU where Y/N and OT7 Dreamcatcher are the contestants...

Many thoughts, head full

Have you all seen the show before?

Update, How To Keep Seeing My Smuts & Other Writers'

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You Again?

Pairing: Jiu x Fem!Reader

AU: Non-Idol

Warnings / Misc. -- Some Angst, Smut, Fluff, Happy Ending :)

Word Count: 9,955

Summary: Y/N and Jiu have history. Unresolved tension, unanswered questions, lingering desire: the inconvenient kind. But when they both unwittingly agree to attend a mutual friend's vacation trip, they're forced to confront their feelings head on and learn to live with one another again.

Why, exactly?

Because they just so happen to be rooming together.

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

A/N: Hi everyone! I apologize for my absence, but I hope you enjoy this piece :) I have more stories coming, so stay tuned! 💖 Make sure to eat something good today and drink plenty of water.

💖 Happy Reading 🌹

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This has got to be a day for the record books. One of the worst, most unfair in all of human history. 

Well, let’s be realistic: one of the worst in your life. Maybe “human history” is a bit of a stretch – though you can’t exactly blame yourself for giving into the dramatics at a time like this.

The sound of your best friend sighing in frustration brings you out of your annoyed daze, pulling your attention back to her. 

“Y/N, you’re acting like a child. It’s only for one night.”

“Exactly, Y/BFFs/N; one night is far too long for the two of us to be around each other.”

She scoffs, but you don't budge. There's no way you're accepting this without a fight. 

"Why don't we have somebody else switch?" You suggest. 

She shakes her head, dismissing you. "Most of the girls already went up," she explains, motioning behind herself to the cabin. Sure enough, you can see shadows moving within the rooms – forms hidden behind pulled curtains, almost taunting as they shift around in the visible lamplight.

“And I’ve already told Jiu about it.”

You roll your eyes.

"Plus we all sorted this out beforehand." She shrugs. "Since you both joined at the last minute, it only makes sense to put you together."

Now it's your turn to sigh. Suddenly, an idea pops into your head. 

"How about I sleep in the car?" You brighten at the thought of your own scheme; quite literally anything would be better than being trapped between four walls with Jiu. 

"Ha ha, very funny," Y/BFFs/N mocks, clearly not amused. "You can't stay out here. You'll either freeze to death or waste all of our gas trying not to, and I don't think you really wanna do that." 

A disappointed tut leaves you; your warm breath turns to a puff of white air before dissipating into the night. 

Alright, maybe it's colder than you thought. Maybe.

"I'll talk to the others tomorrow morning and see what I can do, okay?" She offers, bringing a hand up to rub the back of her neck. She looks tired, and a pang of guilt washes over you when you notice it.

"Okay. I'm sorry." Regret shines in your eyes, but it's quickly eased by the growing, sleepy smile on her face. 

"Don't worry about it," she reassures you, looping an arm with yours. The two of you fall in step together, heading back to the cabin. 

"I know it's difficult, after everything. But it's just a few hours. I'm sure you can survive that, no?" 

You shake your head, though you're grinning. 

"We'll have to see. I'm sure she'll make it hard." 

Y/BFFs/N slides her free hand along the polished oak handle of the porch's glass door, opening it for the two of you. 

"Just be civil and it'll all be fine. You don't even have to talk." 

The resulting glare you send her makes her laugh. 

Tonight will definitely be the death of you. 

–

Across the first floor, tucked away in the kitchen, Jiu is hard at work. She stands in a pair of shorts and an oversized sweatshirt, cleaning the grill she helped prepare dinner on earlier. A few strands of her hair have evaded the grasp of her ponytail holder, coming down to frame her face as she scrubs away. 

“Why don’t you just save that for the morning?” Someone unseen inquires, sounding half asleep. 

She turns around to find one of your friend’s other invites moseying over to the center island, bottle of water in hand. Her face is scrunched up some, and the small bags under her eyes immediately remind Jiu of who she is.

It’s Sua, the person who pre-gamed too early and overexerted herself when the group first arrived at the cabin earlier this morning. She’s been nursing a headache for the past few hours as a result. 

The low groan that she lets out as she hauls herself onto the high-top chair makes Jiu giggle, but she stifles it to the best of her ability. The younger girl has managed to brighten everybody’s moods all day long despite feeling how she does; she's truly a gift. 

“I want to get it done so I can rest easy,” Jiu finally answers. 

Sua rolls her eyes. “Sleep now, clean later. This is a vacation for a reason, you know? We deserve to procrastinate.” She raises her bottle to her lips, taking a long drink. 

“You do that, I’ll clean,” Jiu resolves, nodding to herself. 

“Suit yourself, pabo.” 

Sua folds her arms on the countertop and lays her head down, yawning as she nuzzles her cheek against the soft material of her sweater. Jiu glances at her and smiles, amused. She appreciates her nonchalance likely more than anyone else on this trip; it’s distracted her from her worries.  

Namely, you: her biggest inconvenience. 

When news reached her of Y/BFFs/N’s plans for a week-long getaway, she was intrigued. Work had been a hassle, she was stressed, and all in all she just needed a break. So, she pulled some strings, got her shifts covered, and took the time off.

All was well for the first few hours, when everyone was at Y/BFFs/N’s house, readying up to make the long drive to the forest resort; but then you made a surprise appearance there, busting in and looking just as good as you did the last time Jiu saw you. 

Effectively, it ruined her mood.

You’d glanced at her, then, when you first walked through the door. She was the one closest to you, having been on her way to get a refill of the drink she had in hand. Truthfully, it felt like slow motion; for a second, it was like the two of you were back to where you had been all that time ago. 

When you were still together.

You crossed the threshold with an eager smile, luggage bags weighing heavy in your hands before you allowed them to slip off your fingertips and land on the ground with a soft noise of impact. She met your eye for a fleeting moment, and she unconsciously took a small step toward you. Her lips began to pull back in the soft grin that you always told her you loved, mimicking the happy expression on your face. For that foolish second, she was transfixed. Foolish.

It was as if you were looking through her; you hadn’t actually perceived her at all, really. She was a passing face as you searched for Y/BFFs/N’s, only caring to register hers. 

Just before Jiu could utter a word or reach you, a loud cheer rang out from behind her. The entirety of the group had picked up on your arrival, word spreading fast throughout the living room once one of them caught a glimpse of you. 

She cursed quietly and retreated a few steps, allowing the excited crowd to gather around you and visit. 

You happily shared the story of how your boss – who’s always regarded you with a distant indifference – finally showed her humanity and adjusted the schedules so that you could have some time off. Not the entire week, of course, but a few days to go and be with your friends. Everyone seemed genuinely happy to see you; even the ones who barely knew you, having only heard of your existence through the stories that Y/BFFs/N had told them. It all made Jiu feel like the odd one out.

But she could remember a time when just hearing your name made her heart flutter, too, so she couldn’t exactly fault them. 

From a distance, she watched you. How you moved. How your hands danced around as you explained your stories. The way your lips pouted and pursed with every syllable, almost taunting her. 

She thought she had gotten over you months ago, after things ended. She thought she was stronger than this; but clearly, moving on would be impossible with you around. That was to be done separate, no more strings attached. The idea of having to look at you, to hear your laugh, to be near you in such a way and pretend like everything was fine seemed unfathomable. With every trace of you gone, maybe, maybe then she could move on. 

Anything less destroyed even the chance of closure for her. But, she supposed, closure would just have to wait a week or so. 

—

25 Minutes Later

Put lightly, Jiu is avoiding you. 

After washing the grill and dishes, she took her time with leading a groggy Sua back to her room and making sure she got settled fine. She made some small talk with some of the other girls in passing, but nothing as serious as she was looking for.

She’d be happy to debate the meaning of life right now if it kept the two of you apart for a little longer.

But with lights out rapidly approaching and everyone dragging themselves to their respective rooms, she knows the chances of that are nearing zero. So, begrudgingly, she makes her way up to the suite. 

With every step she takes, she wonders what you’re doing in there. Are you already asleep? Reading? Watching television? Maybe you’re scrolling mindlessly on your phone. Maybe you’re not even in there at all. 

The questions pile up in her mind until she eventually gets fed up and decides to be unaffected for once. Or, at least, to appear that way. She shouldn’t care regardless, and she reminds herself of that fact. All the two of you have to do is make it through the night, and then something can be arranged so that you can stay far, far away from one another. Not so hard, right?

Wrong. Certifiably, absolutely, unequivocally wrong. 

When Jiu opens the bedroom door, she finds you fresh out of the shower. A lacy bra adorns your upper half, while a towel is wrapped around your waist; you’re bent over your suitcase in search of some shorts to wear.

She looks away quickly, but it’s too little too late; even as she shuts the door and turns around, pressing her forehead to the wooden surface, she can picture your body. 

She mentally curses the water droplets that run their paths down your chest and abdomen, free as they edge closer and closer to where the towel meets your waist. They touch you in a way that she never can again, and she hates that.

More specifically, she hates the fact that she wants to.

Your eyes land on her as you stand up, shorts in hand. A heavy feeling of embarrassment settles over you. 

“Uh, sorry,” you mumble, not knowing what to do. 

She turns back around to face you after a moment, but she refuses to meet your gaze. If she does, her resolve will surely falter and crumble.

“There should still be plenty of hot water left if you’d like to take a shower,” you offer, extending an olive branch of sorts. From the angle you have of her face, you can see relief spread across it. 

She wastes no time in sending you a quick thank you and slipping off to the safety of the bathroom, leaving you to question what the hell just happened.

Most of the time, she’s engaging and bold; her liveliness is one of the things that made you fall in love with her. Even at the end of your relationship, when things were falling apart, it was never like this; she never refused to look at you as many times as she had today, or been so weary anytime you entered a room. She never used to despise you so much, and as that sinks in you realize just how much it hurts.

Despite everything, you hate how unbothered she is. 

While you’ve watched her from afar all day, agonizing over the curl of her lip when someone said something witty or the sound of her easy banter with the other girls, she’s clearly been fine. Paying you no mind doesn’t seem to be a challenge for her anymore, and you dislike that more than you thought you would. 

Truth be told, you hadn’t prepared yourself for that. With the scope of your relationship and the lack of closure you received, it only made sense for you to assume she’d miss you as much as you miss her. To be just as affected now, by it all, as you have been. 

But that’s clearly not the case. 

—

Once she’s alone, Jiu takes the opportunity to steady herself. Her hands find their way to the cool marble countertop of the sink, and she draws in a deep breath. 

She can’t stand you. 

Now, from just that small interaction, all she can think about is you. The subdued lighting of the room only brought out your features more, leaving shadows to fall across the parts of you that were untouched by it. Your muscles pulled and strained as you sifted through your bag, parting clothes left and right in search of your shorts. She could see your face, too, looking just as kissable as always. 

She really can’t stand you. 

Defeatedly, she turns the water on. The cold streams down, unaccompanied by any real heat whatsoever; this will be a freezing shower, she’s decided. She doesn’t trust what she might do otherwise, alone in here with her thoughts of you and steam clouding her judgement. 

The subtle throb between her legs is enough to warn her; she knows she’ll do something stupid if she doesn’t stop herself now, before it has the chance to start. 

When she strips out of her clothes, she does her best to think of anything other than the way you used to undress her. How you sat on your knees before her, slowly inching her pants down as your warm lips left kisses in their wake. How you’d take your time with her panties afterward, holding eye contact with her and stopping your motions anytime she looked away. 

Even now, goosebumps rise to her skin at the memory. It was torture then, but for entirely different reasons. 

She was promised sweet release then, no matter how much you may have edged or tested her. Now she'd consider herself lucky to even be rewarded with a conversation. 

Shaking the thoughts from her head, she steps into the tub. The frigid water makes contact with her back, and she has to sink her teeth into her lower lip to keep from shouting. But if this is what it takes to keep you out of her mind, then so be it. 

–

The muscles of your neck and shoulders ache as you sit at the mahogany desk on the far side of the room, half-heartedly working on the report your boss asked you to start. It was what you had to give in order to take the time off, which is only reasonable. Even still, you're having a hard time staying focused. 

The desk faces one of the large bay windows of the room, overlooking the forest and mountains that surround you. Darkness completely envelops the land, save for the occasional house light far off in the distance. Moonbeams hit the treetops, coating them in a sparkle that contrasts with the midnight sky. 

Nearby, an electric fireplace crackles, reminding you of its presence. It's situated as the centerpiece of the lounge area of the suite, providing the room with some additional warmth and light from its place beneath the television. Faux flames waver within it, vibrant as they mingle with one another. Some burn brightly while others glow dimly; the wild versus the tamed.

Despite everything, maybe this trip will do you some good. Escaping the hustle and bustle of your life back home is always a plus, and being in nature never fails to ground you again. Some circumstances might be unsatisfactory, sure, but you're determined to not let that stop you from enjoying this time away. You deserve it, after all.

Just as you find the inspiration to start your reporting again, another one of your distractions makes herself known. 

From the bathroom, a pleasant humming fades in; it's Jiu, reciting the chorus to one of her favorite songs. She breaks into vocals occasionally, switching between the two. 

No matter how much you wish you could, you can't deny that it sounds perfect, coupled with the atmosphere that surrounds you. Given its range and ease, her voice has always been a comfort; getting sick of it is simply impossible. That fact annoys you, but at the same time you give up trying to fight it; you know there's no use.

It takes you back in more ways than you know how to handle, but you don’t complain. For now, you’ll bottle up this feeling and store it away for later, when you part ways and return to the chaos of your own lives. 

Maybe then you could open such a Pandora’s Box.

-

A few minutes later, she finally emerges from the bathroom; you attempt to ignore the urge to perk up. It's difficult, no doubt, after being left to your own devices for so long. Knowing she's so close and yet so unattainable doesn't help either. 

You don't turn around, just in case she isn't fully clothed.

It isn't anything you haven't seen before, but you're afraid you don't have that kind of permission anymore. The last thing you want to do is overstep.

Jiu wishes you'd look at her.

One thing she misses the most about you is your attention. You always paid it so freely – so willingly – rarely taking it off of her. It was ready for her anytime she wanted it, mainly because she had you so enraptured. 

Just the same as you’d always watched her, she watched you. She lived for the way your eyes lit up whenever she smiled or laughed, shining beautifully in a way they never did otherwise. She ached over how they darkened when she'd strip, parting her legs for you and putting herself on display. 

She was the art and you were the beholder. The only one she ever wanted to share herself with.

But now is a totally different time. You don't even so much as glance in her direction when she comes out, with her towel draped precariously around her body in a way that she was sure would drive you crazy.

It’s disheartening, but it doesn't make her want you any less. As she opens her bag and retrieves her clothes, slipping them on, she keeps an eye on you through the standing mirror in the corner of the room. 

Your legs spread as you readjust in the chair, making an attempt to rid your muscles of the tension within them. They're tight with the culmination of all the stress you've felt lately. 

When you allow your head to loll back, rolling from one side to the other, Jiu has to stop her wandering hands. The angle of the mirror allows her to see the way your brows knit together, pain and pleasure intermingling. She doesn't know how much longer she can stand this. 

One of your hands finds its way to your shoulder, rubbing a knot there, and Jiu gets an idea. Is it wise? Not in the slightest. But is she going to give in and go with it? Absolutely. 

What was it that Sua said earlier? This is a vacation for a reason. She can escape sound judgement and reason for now. Surely they'll return in full once you're out of the equation again, anyway.

She deserves to be a little reckless for once.

"Y/N," she calls, getting your attention. You wordlessly turn to look at her.

A bottle of lotion rests in her hands; she nervously toys with it.

"You can use some of this for your shoulders, if you want. It works pretty well." 

You consider her offer. "Thanks, but I'm alright," you declare, turning her down. "I can't reach what really hurts anyway." 

A beat passes before her eyebrows gently raise. "I can help you," she says, trying to keep the eager tone of her voice at bay. 

You pull a face. "Are you sure? You don't have to do that."

I want to, she thinks to herself.

"It's not a problem." She shakes her head, cementing her decision. "Just come here and lay down." 

You stand and relent with a soft noise of acceptance, almost imperceptibly. She takes notice of the way your eyes track down her body before dropping to the floor, lingering just a second too long for innocence. 

She dismisses the thought at once, not wanting to give herself hope.

When you cross in front of her and pause, though, slipping your shirt over your head with a subtle glance at her, it’s all she can do to restrain herself. The fading sunburn that you received earlier in the day, stretching across your nose and cheeks, looks like a natural blush from this close. 

She wants to kiss it.

“Thank you in advance,” you say over your shoulder, carefully laying down on your stomach. The fluffy comforter welcomes you in full, partially distracting and preventing you from overthinking what you’re about to experience.

She takes a steadying breath and releases it, glancing up at the ceiling like she’s pleading with a higher power. 

"Don't mention it," she dismisses, getting on the bed after you. 

In her mind, she debates the best way to go about this. Where should she sit? Overstepping the unspoken boundaries you've established isn't something she wants to do. 

Her fingertips play with the hook of your bra, sliding over the material. "Can I…" she trails off, both of you aware of what she's asking. 

"Go ahead," you permit.

She unclips the fastener and watches as the two sides fall down, fully exposing your back to her. Once you slip it off of your arms and toss it towards your suitcase, her fingertips ghost over your skin, tracing the gentle curve of your spine. 

She dons a musing smile when she notices goosebumps appearing in their wake. 

Perhaps she was wrong. Maybe all along, you've been the art and she the beholder. 

Her knees go to either side of your waist as she moves to straddle you, settling down onto you. Once she's sure you're comfortable, she retrieves the bottle of lotion from its place on the bed and squeezes some out onto her fingertips. 

It's smooth as it slides against them, medicated and cool. Her favorite brand makes it, and she never leaves the house without it. She'll be thanking her lucky stars endlessly for that habit after tonight.

Something crossed between a hiss and sigh fights past your lips when she makes contact for the first time, spreading the chilly cream across your shoulders. The attempt she made to warm it beforehand clearly didn't work as well as she thought, and she has to stifle a laugh at your reaction. 

Beneath her fingers, your muscles tense and jump; you do your best to relax them as she pushes harder, kneading them with care. She does so with a steady rhythm, using the base of her hands to loosen you up first before focusing her fingers on the more persistent knots. Every circle of her hands against you warms the lotion up more, convincing you to relax and give into the relief she’s able to provide.

You close your eyes, wanting to focus on her motions. 

What you failed to prepare yourself for, though, is the notion that she’s closer to you than ever. Only separated by the material of your shorts and hers, she sits atop you, her warm thighs trembling slightly with effort anytime she has to push herself up to reach you better. 

When she steadies herself on your lower back, splaying a hand across it, you can feel the subtle way her hips rut against your ass as she readjusts her position. 

Maybe you're just imagining it.

Serious work is put into leaving that idea behind, but at every opportunity she gets, Jiu seems to enjoy feeding your delusion. 

When she accidentally gets too much lotion at once, her solution comes in the form of leaning down and running her hands up your outstretched arms, reaching as far as she can to further spread it. In the process, her front presses against the length of your body; her breathing is shuddered, too, just like yours. 

Did she do that to show you it’s mutual?

If only you knew.

Her eager eyes rake over your body, pleased to have you like this in front of her. At her mercy, reacting to the faintest of touches. Possessing this kind of power again makes her feel brave in a dangerous way; should things continue like this unchecked, she might do something impulsive.

But, is she to be blamed? No; she rejects that. 

The subtle rock of your hips is far guiltier than her, adding fuel to the fire of her imagination. The way your hands fist in the sheets, fingers twisting in a show of pain and pleasure whenever she hits a particularly sensitive spot, are in the wrong; the sight makes her wonder, for a desperate second, how they would feel in her hair. 

Her motions – now more wanton, unafraid of touching you – grow a little more rough, shying away from demurity. They’ve arrived at your waist now; a risky place to be. 

She can tell that the appropriate amount of time for two exes to spend doing something like this is dwindling fast; the window of propriety will be closing soon, leaving any further contact between the two of you up for suspicion. She’s aware of that, and yet she has no desire to stop.

In this game of yours, she’s merely a pawn; that’s something she realizes when the sound of a guttural, appreciative moan from you makes her heart flutter wildly. 

She freezes in place, taking a cautious breath; she shouldn’t have enjoyed it as much as she did.

A few beats pass… one…. another…. before you ultimately take her stunned reaction as a sign of discomfort.

“Uh, thanks again,” you say quietly, suddenly feeling ten times too exposed and five hundred degrees too hot. A couple taps to her leg gives her the memo, and she climbs off of you.

Embarrassed and upset with yourself for doing such a thing, you refuse to even so much as make eye contact with her again. 

An apology from you fizzles into the air, but she’s still too overwhelmed to fully process what just transpired. It all happened too fast; she wants to go back and relive it, but it’s too late. You’re already slipping your shirt back on and burying yourself under the covers, humiliated. When you cover your face with the pillow, debating on smothering yourself, she spares you by reaching over and turning the lamp off. 

She lifts her side of the covers afterward, getting in beside you. You face away from one another, back to back, establishing distance once again.

This night is proving to be anything but predictable.

—

2:07 AM

Insects perform their songs outside, languidly calling to one another from high above – nestled in the leaves of the tree tops – and far below, amid the grassy trails and branching networks of hills. All is calm… until it isn’t.

Suddenly, the stillness of the night is interrupted by a recurring, unintelligible noise. 

The first time you hear it, you ignore it, opting instead to bury your head a little deeper into your pillow. It's probably just the house settling or something outside, you reason.

The second time, you're annoyed enough to pause your attempt at restful sleep with the hopes of discovering its source and stopping it.

It comes again a little later, but from somewhere you never would've expected. Rather, you suppose, someone.

Your name takes the shape of a mumble as it slips through Jiu's lips, altered slightly from how her cheek is pressed to her pillow. Any other time you might find it exciting to hear her say it, but here and now, you can't say you do. 

Warmth spreads to your cheeks as your sleepy mind recalls what happened just a few hours ago, making you relive your embarrassment.

The noise comes again, and a little louder this time; an irritated groan leaves you as you take one of the throw pillows and nudge her, attempting to quiet her. It seems to work for a minute, but just as you settle back down to rest again, something even worse happens.

"Y/N… ah," she moans, her voice breathy and ragged. 

Is she...?

Your eyes open wide when you realize what's taking place right beside you.

Jiu is totally having a sex dream about you.

What a revelation to have.

She writhes in search of relief, causing the covers to fall down her body and expose more of it. Her pajama top, too, has ridden up and ruffled in her pursuit of friction. 

She looks an absolute mess, you realize, as you roll over to look at her. Her hair splays across the pillow in every which way, her chest rises and falls at a faster rate than normal, and her thighs push together to lessen the throbbing between them. Your blood runs cold when you notice that she isn’t wearing her shorts anymore. Only a pair of lacy, white panties conceal her, gleaming in the moonlight with a softness that begs to be touched.

Hot and bothered is the only way to describe her.

"Please," she whines, desperation hanging heavy on the tones of her voice. 

Selfishly, you don’t wake her right away. Seeing her like this, so close and beautiful, is something you don’t want to give up again. At least not yet.

Her full lips part as her head pushes into the pillow, exposing her neck. Her muscles are pulled taut as she squirms; her hands fisted in the sheets at her sides. A thin sheen of sweat is visible on her forehead, showing just how affected she is. 

Maybe you should play nice and put an end to her suffering…

Her hips begin to rock, slowly at first; the motion draws a soft sigh from her as she finally gets some relief. Your body begs you to touch her in some way, feeling your own desire grow at the sight of her. 

Unconsciously – and to prevent you from reaching out to her – your fingers thread themselves in the cover that's thrown haphazardly over you. You bite your lip to keep it busy; otherwise you'd be tempted to wake her up with your mouth, as she's asked you to before.

Only when your own arousal becomes too much to bear do you decide to end this little game. 

She whimpers when you move in closer, still a world away. Her hand falls on your thigh, however, making you falter for a moment. It's warm and dangerously close to your center, trembling slightly against you. Her nails threaten to leave indentations, should she flex her fingers the right way.

Unable to deny yourself such a simple pleasure, you allow it to stay where it is. 

"Jiu." 

She doesn't stir. If anything, the sound of your voice only drags her further under. Her breath hitches in time with another stutter of her hips.

You'll have to try harder.

“Jiu, wake up,” you whisper, leaving a kiss on her cheek. Your lips hover nearby to utter her name again, should they need to.

Gently, you bring a hand to her shoulder and shake it, hoping to coax her out of her dream and back to reality. After a moment, your plan works; her eyes open gingerly, blinking a few times to adjust from her daze. 

“Y/N?” Confusion is prevalent in her voice, coupled with her drowsiness. It’s cute, really, and it takes you back to all the mornings you would wake up by her side. 

“It’s me; I'm here,” you reassure her, moving your hand to her hip. Now with your arm stretched across her body, you can feel the warmth radiating from her. It starkly contrasts with the chilly air of the room, making you want to hide away under the covers and pull her in close. 

But, of course, you refrain. That’s not something you can do anymore.

Her dark eyes shine in what little light the room has to offer, gazing up at you with a sweet innocence that you find endearing. She's vulnerable in this state, and yet by the way she shifts closer in your arms, she makes it known that she trusts you. 

You watch as her gaze travels down your arm, towards where your hand still rests against her hip. Momentarily, she looks as if she's questioning something within her mind – attempting to piece something together. 

"Y/N, did we…?" She trails off, unsure. 

"Did we what?" You push, testing the waters. You have an idea of what she wants to know, but hearing her say it would be so much better. 

Surprisingly, she puts her hand over yours, keeping it in place. 

"Did we have sex?" The question comes out in a husky whisper as she makes an effort to be quiet.

You shake your head in reply as a slightly humored smile works its way onto your lips. 

The movement draws her attention to them; they're a beautiful shade, with the moonlight hitting them just right. She can't find it in herself to look away. 

A few seconds pass before you speak again; her hand grips yours a little tighter. 

"It was just a dream. You–"

Your explanation is cut short by her lips as they press to your own in a swift kiss. 

Reckless. 

You pull away at once, almost like you've been burned. Why would she do that? 

Both of you pause, regarding one another. Your eyes work hard to decipher her intentions – what she wants – through the darkness of the room, as if they have such a gift. Hers do the same, searching your face for the answer she wants.

She gets it in another form, however, as your hand slides higher on her waist. Her heart lurches in her chest, its rate increasing somehow. Part of her is afraid you can feel it; but, truthfully, that's exactly what she wants. If you could feel how badly she needs you in this moment, maybe you'd show some mercy and help her. 

Maybe.

Tension hangs heavy in the air of the room as she slips her hand higher, too, moving it between your thighs. The heat that's come to pool there encourages her, compelling her to cup you through your clothes. 

You gasp, earning a smile from her. You clearly aren't as over her as you pretend to be. 

Empowered, she rolls you over, trading your positions. Now she hovers over you as you lie on your back, waiting with bated breath to see what she'll do. 

Her hand slides up and over the waistband of your shorts slowly, edging closer and closer to your center with only your panties separating her from you. Your eyes flutter closed in response.

"I'm going to kiss you again," she whispers, sounding more confident than ever. "If you want me to stop, tell me. Okay?" 

You nod, trying to stay still. Fighting the urge to rock your hips into her hand is easier said than done.

She leans into you, letting her body mold into yours as she shuffles closer. She replaces the hand between your thighs with a leg, giving you something to grind against. You thank her by slipping your hands beneath her top and pulling it over her head.

"Beautiful," you whisper against her lips, as she presses them to yours again. You take her into your arms in a safe embrace, sighing into her mouth when her bare chest rubs against you. The thin material of your shirt does little to obstruct the feeling. 

Though the shadows hide it, a deep, crimson blush warms her cheeks. She can taste the cinnamon toothpaste that you used earlier and smell the familiar scent of your hair products. You still use the same ones, she realizes. 

Her leg flexes instinctively as you cup her cheek and deepen the kiss, tilting your head to the side. As you raise your hips to meet hers, she slides a hand up to your chest to offer it some attention. A pitiful noise leaves you when she makes contact, cupping your breasts. She pulls away from your lips to admire you, wanting to see the effect she has.

“Such a pretty thing,” she compliments, feeling arrogant when you bite your lip to stifle a moan. She toys with you like a plaything, switching her movements every so often to garner different reactions. You’re restoring her confidence without even trying; such sweet oblivion.

What she doesn’t fully grasp in the moment, though, is that your arrangement is very much so a two way street. You demonstrate the power you still have over her as you take hold of her hips, pulling them down as you thrust up to meet them. 

Just as her thigh is between your legs, so is yours between hers; the mutual relief you receive at the motion entices you, making you repeat it.

She curses into your ear, the sound so full of raw desire that you nearly lose all sense of reason right then and there. Her head falls against your shoulder in ecstasy as she revels a little longer, enjoying the heat that spreads throughout her body the more you touch her.

It’s just like it used to be in so many ways, but somehow new. Still exciting. Still everything she hoped for.

Her lips find their way to your cheek in the darkness, leaving a trail of kisses downward, along your jawline and neck. They’re desperate and needy, accompanied by her shuddered breaths as she attempts to convey everything you’re making her feel. She can only cross her fingers and hope that it’s mutual.

“Come here,” you instruct, tapping her leg. She understands in an instant, wordlessly repositioning herself so that she’s straddling your waist now. The new angle is even more comfortable, and she sits back to give you a better look at her body as a way of expressing her gratitude. Her perky breasts are on full display, looking absolutely divine above the lines of her abs. You run a finger over the latter, tracing the hard-earned muscles in admiration. 

Subtly, her hips begin to gyrate. She wants the movement to be tortuous, starting slow and building up until you can’t take it anymore. It’s only fair to give you a taste of your own medicine after all this time. 

“Shit, Jiu,” you exhale, glancing down to where you’re joined. Her panties glisten as she writhes, displaying the wet spot that you’ve caused; when her grinding becomes a little sloppier, you can feel her slick spread to your abdomen. 

"You like that, baby?" She muses, breathing heavy. You nod vehemently, not quite trusting your voice enough to speak yet. 

You splay a hand across her pelvis, using your thumb to tease her clit. 

She shakes as a surprised, broken moan slips out of her mouth. It’s louder than either of you expected it to be, and you find yourselves wanting to laugh for a moment.

“Play fair,” she warns, glaring at you. “...unless you want to wake everyone in the house up?” It’s posed as a question rather than a statement. 

“I wouldn’t be–” you pause, exhaling when she presses into you a little harder, cocking a brow, “...opposed to that, necessarily.” 

A sexy smile plays on her lips, making them look more kissable than ever. “No?” Something dangerous shines in her eyes.

“Try me.”

She bites her lip, weighing her options. You asked for it.

Her voice is whiny when she speaks again, and about five times louder than necessary at that. “I need you, Y/N. Please…” her hands thread into her hair exaggeratedly, playing into the show she’s giving. “Fuck me–”

You sit up at once, clasping a hand over her mouth and using the length of your body to push her backwards and pin her down against the bed. Adrenaline surges through your veins as you remain deathly still for a few tense seconds, trying to make sure her little stunt didn’t actually wake anybody up. 

You didn’t really think she’d do it.

The sound of distant footsteps fills the hall, a series of padding and waiting, before the latch of a bedroom door clicks. The floorboards creak… someone's weight shifting from one foot to the other as they peek into the hall. 

Jiu smiles against your palm, feeling every thump of your nervous heart. 

When she wraps her legs around your waist and slips a hand between your bodies, your eyes screw tightly shut. 

"Stop," you whisper, the noise like harsh wind on a calm night. 

Her wanting eyes peer up at you, observing. The situation is delicate, so that's exactly how she'll treat it. 

Slowly, she places her free hand beside her head on the bed and glances at it, inviting you to hold it. Upon hesitantly removing your own from her mouth, you thread your fingers with hers as you pin it down.

Innocently, she kisses your neck again, just above your pulse point. Her warm breath tickles your skin, only further stirring the fire within you. 

"Do you really want me to?" She asks, voice sinful and rich. Her lips still, full and tempting, awaiting your answer.

Another door opens somewhere else in the house, followed by heavy footsteps. Someone trekking to the kitchen, it seems. Your mouth runs dry.

Her fingers toy with the hem of your shorts, edging them down little by little. "Say it again and I will," she promises. "Tell me you don't want me and I'll stop." 

You sigh as she pulls your panties to the side, finally slipping her hand past the material. She finds your clit easily, with no real effort necessary; she knows your body now just the same as she did before. 

"I…" you start, fighting back a stutter. Two of her fingers dip down to your entrance, gathering up some of your wetness. "...I can't." 

"You can't what, Y/N?" She moves her fingers left and right, teasing. 

"I can't say I don't want you," you groan, annoyance bubbling up within you. 

"Why not?" You can tell she's smirking just by the sound of her voice. 

"Because I'm sick of lying," you admit. "I've always wanted you." 

Her cocky attitude falters. 

A beat passes.

All footsteps outside retreat back into their respective rooms, and closing doors resound shortly after. 

Effectively, the two of you are alone again.

Silence prevails following your confession – an eternal moment unbroken by any words of reciprocation from her. It lends your mind to chaos, filling it with worry.

You shouldn't have said anything. This was a mistake. 

Embarrassed, you sit up and remove yourself from Jiu, moving towards the edge of the bed. She reaches out for you, though you don't see it. 

"I'm sorry," your head shakes, discontent. "I shouldn't have–"

"Shush," she commands, surprising you. She refuses to let this end like before, with you retreating and shutting her out.

Your eyebrows raise as you turn to look at her; she still lays where you left her, only now she's propped up on her elbows. 

"Don't say you regret it. Please." Her voice sounds small. 

"But I thought…" 

Her eyes remain on you as she sits up, carefully moving to sit next to you on her knees. 

"I never stopped either, Y/N. I just couldn't believe you've felt the same all this time." She explains, not wanting you to misinterpret her silence any longer. 

Your fingers toy at your thighs, still jittery with nerves. She notices, and lays a comforting hand on top of them.

"I've missed you," she adds. Softly, quietly. So as to not disturb this process. Together, you're beginning to pick up the pieces of what you let slip through your fingers before. 

"Me too," you reassure her, bringing a hand up to caress her cheek. She leans into your touch, letting her eyes fall shut. 

The walls she so adamantly built around her heart are lowering, little by little, and the notion scares her. If she gives herself to you tonight and you end up walking away, she doesn’t know if she’ll be able to recover. 

“I’ve got you." The phrase sounds like a promise from your heart to hers; it’s as if you read her mind. “I won’t let things get in the way like before.”

She looks at you again, peeking her eyes open. The earnest look on your face is sincere enough to convince her of anything. “I’ll spend however long it takes proving it to you, Jiu.”

Her eyes shine with unshed tears. “I believe that.”

“Good,” you say, releasing a small breath of anticipation you hadn’t realized you were holding in.

She squeezes your hand three times, reminding you of the past. 

Nostalgia befalls you, both in good ways and bad. So much regret exists between the two of you, centering around the breakup that neither of you really wanted in the first place. Life got in the way, then, and you were both too naive to fight against what you thought were fate’s currents. 

It was decided that if you couldn’t be together, you’d have to settle for the ghost of one another. 

Jiu found you in midnight moonlight, shining brightly amid the darkest of hours. You ruled from high above, with your impact spanning further than you ever realized. 

She found you in the sound of laughter – the kind that starts by surprise, bubbling up from within and spilling out in a way that couldn’t not be contagious. The kind that everyone appreciates when they tell a joke with their fingers crossed, hoping it lands. 

In warm tea and fireside reading you resided; a comforting hug on winter’s coldest day.

But traces of you were left behind in unwanted places, too, like fingerprints on a window. No matter how many cycles of washing and drying her sheets went through, they still smelled like you. 

Her skin still remembered the way you touched her, igniting a fire that only you could put out. Her lips remembered your taste, knowing nothing could compare. She tried, for a time, to replace the imprints you left behind; but her efforts were in vain. 

You were her mirage in the desert; a distant, elusive dream. Glimmering with untapped potential, waiting to be caught. She ebbed, you flowed. That’s how you would be, then and forever.

Or so she thought.

Had she known that she was the Sun to you, perhaps her hope would’ve been restored. 

Or maybe she would have laughed, knowing that you found her in the strangest of places. Like seatbelts, for instance, and napkins; always necessary, and always staving off the bad that the world had to offer. 

She was the chilly blast of air provided by the AC on summer’s most humid day, greeting you at the door of every shop you entered. 

She was the sleepy delirium you slipped into on your days off, all pleasant dreams and comfortable positions.

The flowers and blossoms of the world were all her kisses, like a goddess’s gift to the Earth. Elegant, sweet, perfect. Being showered in them was a good luck charm; they rode the air currents on spring days, fluttering greetings on their way.

Coming home. To you, that was her. The familiarity of the floorboards, knowing where to step to avoid them creaking; the refrigerator light against a pitch-black kitchen, its crescent shape holding the darkness at bay; the support of your bed, offering relief to the parts of you that needed it most.

Truth be told, both of you found each other in everything. Bits and pieces, all fragments far too small to equate to the immensity of what you shared. Glimpses would never do in the long run, and you knew that. But what else were you to do?

Perhaps that silent hope that you held out, all daydreams and utterances of what if, swayed the universe into this. Into giving you an in; an opportunity to right your wrongs. A chance to hold tighter, this time, and accept trials and tribulations as signs of growth to be handled together – not reasons to give up. 

You feel yourself smiling before you realize you’re even doing it. Her presence has a whole new meaning now, a whole slew of possible outcomes. Wherever the two of you decide to take things is up to you again; there’s nothing holding you back anymore. 

She brings a hand up to your cheek, brushing her thumb across your soft skin. Even just holding you like this, so simply, is something she’s been longing for. Since the day you walked into her life, you’ve ruled her world without even knowing it. Sweet oblivion, yet again.

“Kiss me,” she says, after a moment. It draws you from the hold of her spell, bringing you back down to Earth. 

You obey with a smile, but just before your lips meet hers, she stops you. She didn’t mean there.

“Here,” she corrects, as her hand guides yours back between her thighs. She’s wetter now than she was before, somehow, and you moan against her at the feeling. She muffles the noise with a kiss of her own, knowing how badly you need it. 

She bites your lip as she pulls away. “We’re not leaving this bed until you’ve made up for every night we’ve been apart. Do you understand me?”

You sigh, half-amused. “I’m fairly certain that the group is going hiking in the morning,” you inform, “...so I think it’s important that you’re still able to walk for that.”

“Who says we have to join them?” She raises a brow, pushing you down onto the bed and moving to straddle you again. 

You pull a face, feigning concern. “You wouldn’t want to be improper, now would you?” 

Her shoulders rise and fall in a shrug, accepting no blame. “What happens is up to you. Take me now or forever hold your peace.” She declares it proudly, posing herself before you. 

The view of her on top of you – nearly naked, her body humming with want, waiting for your touch – dispels any and all remnants of humor. Your shared desire wins out, filling the air of the room; she’s aware of her power over you, but she’d be a liar to act as if watching your eyes darken didn’t make her stomach flip just like it did the first time you ever took her. 

With a hushed curse, you capture her lips in a searing kiss. She gasps into it when you roughly pull her panties down, showing little care in being gentle now. Her response comes in a similar form, with her hastily tugging your shirt over your head; once you’re exposed to her, she can’t help but stare. She admires every curve like it’s the first time she’s seen it; every line like it’s her last. It’s adoration and desperation, all at once; appreciating it all is important to her, but so too is relearning it. 

Luckily for you, she happens to be best at a hands-on approach.

Her nails drag across your abdomen on their way downward, leaving faint marks on your sensitive skin; she can’t wait to see how many she can leave on you. It’s always been one of her favorite things to do.

In one fluid motion you flip her over, cradling her close in the process. Her hands cup your cheeks as she kisses you, and you hurriedly remove any remaining clothes from your bodies. 

She spreads her legs for you as you begin to slide down her body, leaving one final kiss to her lips. 

Her hands hold your hair up as you explore her abdomen, painting her fair skin with an array of love bites. Her nails dig into your scalp when her impatience hits a high, making you smile against her despite the sting. 

She hums appreciatively when you finally slide your hand down, ready to prepare her for what she wants most. She’s absolutely soaked, and by the whine that she lets out when you press your palm to her clit, it’s safe to say that she’ll only get worse. The bed sheets below her have already received some of her slick, proudly displaying a wet spot for you to bear witness to. 

“Enough teasing, jagi,” she groans, breathless and tired of your games. With shut eyes and furrowed brows, she pushes her head back into her pillow and takes up the writhing again that she had become so good at earlier. Her hands fall to your shoulders, pushing you down further.

You settle her thighs on your shoulders, basking in how smooth and warm they are around you. She’s perfection in human form; divinity personified.

“Keep it down, Jiu,” you command, taking control. “If you pull another stunt like earlier, I’m stopping altogether.”

She nods feverishly, lacking the desire to be a brat anymore. If playing nice is what it takes to have you, then so be it. That promise of release is finally back again, after all this time, and she can let herself get lost in you. 

These four walls – what she once loathed – are creating an oasis.

Her personal utopia.

—

The Next Morning

Overzealous birds work as your alarm clock of sorts, claiming the prize of waking you up. You blink the sleep from your eyes and stretch, feeling a pleasant soreness in parts of your body it hadn’t been before last night. The ache reminds you of everything you did just a few hours ago, and you find yourself smiling like an idiot as you roll over to greet the resident sadist next to you.

When your hand meets the cold, empty expanse of the bed instead, your expression sours.

The bedside table is void of any note or message, too, you discover, though your phone sits atop it, charging. At some point this morning she must’ve plugged it in for you. Sweet, but not enough. You wanted to wake up in her arms, or at the very least next to her. 

Grumbling, you sit up and head to the bathroom to get cleaned up.

You have no idea what the day will hold for the two of you.

–

Clean and dressed, you take a seat on the bed. Your fingertips mindlessly press to the hickey on your neck – one of the many, many that you discovered as you got ready – rubbing patterns against the abused skin there.

You unplug your phone and turn it on, mentally crossing your fingers as you scan through your message notifications for her name. 

Your pursuit proves fruitless. Not even a text.

You huff like a child, rolling your eyes. So much for a vacation; now you’re stressed all over again. 

When staring a hole into your phone doesn’t result in her notification magically popping up, you decide to give it a rest.

Standing up, you slip it into your back pocket and head for the door, ready to track Y/BFFs/N down and tell her everything.

However those plans, too, come to a screeching halt right before your eyes as you swing the door open to reveal a shocked Jiu. Your timing truly is impeccable.

“AHHH!” She shrieks, frightened. 

She hastily scrambles to keep the large tray in her hands upright and off of the floor. 

Spilling the spread of foods she just finished preparing for the two of you doesn’t sound too appealing to her, after all.

Immediately, you spring into action and successfully help steady it. Some fruits fell out of their separate containers and a bit of milk spilled over the side of its jar, but all of that is easily fixable. Jiu releases a tense breath as she realizes that the worst case scenario was avoided, but she glares at you as she pushes her way into the room.

“Pabo,” she mutters, striding over to the bed. The slight limp in her step makes you smile inwardly, proud of yourself.

Once the food is safely laid down and she cleans up what spilled, she turns to look at you. 

“Sorry,” you mitigate, grimacing. When you approach her and look at everything she put together, your annoyance from before gives way to guilt. A plethora of your favorite foods decorates the tray, assembled with love.

She regards you for a moment, pretending to be angry. When her eyes land on one of the darkening marks on your neck, pleased mischief comes to gleam in them.

“You’re lucky I like you,” she threatens, pointing a finger at you.

Playfully, you bite the tip of it. 

“I’m aware, jagi.”

Cautiously, you ease your arms around her waist, ready to pull away if need be. Although her lips still rest in an unamused pout, she doesn’t stop you. 

The jackhammering of her heart has eased now, and you can feel its pace returning to normal as you draw her into your arms. She loops hers around your neck and sweetly presses her cheek to yours, content with staying like that for a bit.

You sway gently, rocking from side to side. This definitely makes up for the rude awakening you received earlier.

Once you’re satisfied, you pull away enough to look at her. Your fingertips brush a few stray strands of hair out of her face, tucking them behind her ear. She leans in, finally kissing you good morning.

“Ready to eat?”

Your lips purse in mock contemplation as you scan the food again. 

"Mmm, five more minutes?" You suggest, leaning forward to kiss her again. She laughs into the embrace lightly, returning the gesture. 

Her lips taste of the strawberries and cherries that she stole bites of earlier, as she cooked. It's addicting, you find, when she deepens the kiss and wraps herself around you, melting into your arms. You hold her close, just like she wants. 

"Does this mean…" she mumbles between kisses, "we're still gonna room together?" 

You pause to laugh. "Yeah, jagi. We're still roommates. No getting rid of me now." 

She replaces her lips on yours, kissing them again and again as you attempt to control the growing smile on your face. She sweetly cups your cheeks, rubbing her thumbs across them as you continue.

Abruptly, jarring clapping resounds from the doorway. Fake sniffling can also be heard, and so the two of you look up to investigate. 

It's none other than Sua and Y/BFFs/N, standing side by side with their hands clasped tightly together like proud parents. 

"I told you it would happen," Sua wails, dabbing fake tears from the corner of her eye. Y/BFFs/N agrees, nodding enthusiastically. 

“Mission accomplished,” she quips, looking straight at you. 

It seems as though they had been playing Cupid all along…

Sneaky.

Patience

Pairing: Siyeon x Fem!Reader and Yoohyeon x Fem!Reader

Warnings / Misc. -- Love Triangle, Angst, Pining, Fluff

Word Count: ~ 10,895

Requested By: @mandu-17​

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

A/N: Hey everyone! I hope you're having a good day / night and that you enjoy this piece :) Drink some water!

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- Three Months Ago -

Seoul Fair

The entirety of Seoul and its inhabitants fell silent as you tossed one final, plastic ring towards the sea of bottles in front of you. With bated breath, you watched as it sailed through the air.

One side of it hit first, causing it to flop back and forth while fate decided what to do with it. 

After a tense few seconds, it circled around the corner bottle’s rim and sunk down over the neck of it with a satisfying clink. 

The crowd that had formed around you erupted with cheers and applause in an instant. You spun around in a rush, raising your arms into the air in celebration.

One person in particular caught your eye, with the soft smile that was on her face and the look of adoration that shined in her dark eyes. A few strands of her fluffy hair were blowing in the wind, caught by its currents. 

Siyeon. Precisely the woman you were trying to win a prize for. 

She opened her arms as you closed the short distance that stood between the two of you, catching you with ease as you leapt into them. She spun you around victoriously, sharing her cute little laugh with the world and warming your heart in the process. 

She kissed your cheek before setting you back down on the ground, and you tugged her over to the booth so she could choose her prize. 

Per her instruction, the worker used a hook and retrieved a wolf plushie from the top rack. She took it and you both thanked him before leaving. 

“When did you get so good at that game, jagi?” Her arm looped with yours as she began to toy with the wolf’s ears. The neon lights of the attractions around you washed over the park, causing the plushie’s beady eyes to shine as they peered up at her. 

“Beginner’s luck,” you shrugged, still smiling. “I’m glad you like it.”

“Like it?” She stopped in her tracks, making you do the same. 

“I love it. Best gift ever,” she complimented, and leaned over to kiss your lips. You laughed against her as she pulled you in again and wound her arms around your middle, holding you close in her warm embrace. 

She shivered when your hands pushed open her flannel jacket and made contact with her exposed midriff, caressing her skin. Your fingers looped in the waistband of her jeans, pulling her flush against your body as her lips moved against yours. She simply couldn’t get enough of you; you were too perfect for words. 

Just a little ways away, Yoohyeon watched the two of you with a scowl. The line that she was waiting in was stagnant and apparently incapable of any movement whatsoever, much to her annoyance. Her sudden change in attitude became apparent to both Jiu and Dami – who were standing in front of her – when she let out a light scoff into the night air. 

Just a few minutes prior, she was as bubbly and smiley as ever; but when she spotted you together, her mood soured immediately. She felt sick to her stomach, and the sinking of her heart only made things worse. 

She couldn’t have you, no matter how much she was dying to. What a cruel fate.

Ever since Siyeon had introduced you to all of the girls a few months ago, Yoohyeon had been grappling with her blossoming feelings for you. Everything about you drew her in, from your sweet smile that was always capable of cheering her up to your sense of humor that matched hers perfectly. As you became a bigger part of all of their lives, she found it more and more difficult to deny the way that you made her feel.

It wasn’t hard for all of them to grow fond of you, with how much Siyeon gushed about you and how frequently you were invited over to the dorm. Just recently they had begun to bring you on little trips and outings such as this, certain that you would find a way to make them even more special somehow. And you always did. 

But as much as Yoohyeon loved your presence, a part of her loathed it. Holiday dinners and movie nights in particular were some of the most destructive occasions for her resolve, because they meant that you were in her proximity for hours on end, looking radiant without even trying. The subtle touch of your hand was enough to make her heart speed up, and anytime she made you laugh or smile it was like the world stopped spinning for a moment. Her clumsiness was always countered by your vigilance, with you often swooping in to save her at the last second before she could trip over nothing or knock something over. 

In so many ways, you complimented her better than anyone else ever had before. It made her wonder that if circumstances were different, perhaps you could’ve found the same love in your heart for her that she had for you. Maybe, if she had been the first to meet you instead of Siyeon, you would’ve been winning prizes for her now, at the fair, and waiting in the world’s slowest ferris wheel line by her side. 

Ah, surely that was just wishful thinking. At least, that’s what she told herself.

“Look, unnie,” Siyeon beamed, holding the wolf up to Jiu as the two of you made your way over. 

The eldest gave Yoohyeon another concerned once-over before regarding Siyeon with a pleased smile. Her free arm was still wrapped around your waist, and the sight made Yoohyeon turn away again. 

“Woah, Y/N,” Jiu breathed, full of amazement. “I heard that game is totally rigged. How did you beat it?”

You grinned shyly when they all looked at you again, patiently waiting on your answer. With how intrigued they were, it was like you held the key to the universe.

“I had a good reason to win,” you said, bumping your shoulder into Siyeon’s. She blushed and used the plushie to cover her face, making everyone laugh. 

“Yah, you’re such a flirt,” she groaned. “You know we’re already dating, right? You don’t have to win me over all the time.”

Dami noticed the subtle way that Yoohyeon twisted the top of her sneaker into the dirt at that, swiping it back and forth. 

“And miss out on making you blush?” You quirked a brow like she was crazy. “Never.”

She muttered a quiet “Omo,” into the air before playfully rolling her eyes in response. 

“Do you guys wanna join us?” Jiu asked, tilting her head to the side with a smile of gentle encouragement. 

You looked at Siyeon, silently debating for a moment. Yoohyeon’s sad frame caught your eye when you returned your gaze to Jiu, leaning against the metal bars of the barrier. 

“Of course. We’d love to.”

Though you didn’t see it, Yoohyeon shut her eyes in response. Why did you have to say yes? Out of every possible ride and booth here, you had to choose this one next? Her luck must’ve run out and turned negative somehow.

Siyeon helped you duck your way under the bars before doing so herself, officially joining the rest of them in line. You passed the remaining wait time by discussing your plan for tackling the remainder of the park before it closed for the night. There was only about an hour or so left before you had to leave, and you wanted to make the most of it by hitting up the rides that had the biggest reputations. Both Jiu and Dami liked your scheme, and so they decided then that they wanted to tag along with the two of you for it.

“What about you, Yoohyeon? Wanna come with?” You asked, concerned by her lack of a response thus far. She hadn’t joined into the conversation really and it upset you to see her so unlike herself. You missed her happy-go-lucky attitude.

When she felt you approach her side and innocently take her hand, she glanced over at you. 

Why did you have to be so beautiful? 

The smile on your lips knocked away any ill-feelings she had; every ounce of annoyance she had stored up melted away at the sight of you. Her defenses came tumbling down, just the same as her reservations. 

“Sure,” she said, though she wanted to kick herself for being swayed so easily. 

“Good.” You squeezed her hand with both of your own, showing your sincerity. “It wouldn’t be as fun without you.”

Siyeon put her chin on the younger girl’s shoulder and loosely wrapped her arms around her, giving her a back hug. Yoohyeon smiled, half-forced and half-genuine for a multitude of reasons. 

She always did her best to refrain from taking her frustrations at the situation out on Siyeon, because at the end of the day it wasn’t her fault. When it comes to love, no one holds the reins; and precisely because no one can be blamed, the pain is a million times worse. She couldn’t find it in her heart to hate her member even though she wanted to; it would’ve made life far easier, and she could’ve distanced herself accordingly to attain some relief. But she was stuck in limbo – an odd and complicated area between love and jealousy – with no way out in sight. 

So she grinned and bore it, allowing the two of you to show her some affection. Caught between love and loyalty, she struggled. Who knew that two of the people she cared about most in the world could leave her feeling such a way? 

The ride attendant motioned you forward as the line surged one final time, and you were ushered onto the next available cart. It was large enough to fit all five of you, thankfully, and you ended up sitting between Siyeon and Yoohyeon. Jiu and Dami took the other side, sitting on either end of the bench there to more evenly distribute their shared weight.

Yoohyeon did her best to ignore your hand on her thigh, holding it tightly as the cart was taken higher and higher into the sky. It was warm and tempting against the chill that seeped in, both from the atmosphere around you and the metal seat that you were sat on. Should she have trained herself to be any less cynical, it might have given her some kind of foolish hope. When you shifted closer and settled against her side, briefly shutting your eyes when you neared the top of the wheel, she might’ve taken it as a sign of something more than what it was: innocent affection. 

But as she caught a glimpse of the jacket wrapped around your shoulders – Siyeon’s, she quickly deduced – her senses were returned to her in full. 

Siyeon was busy snapping pictures of the view for the two of you to look back on later; just the same as you, she loved aerial views like this. The flashing lights of the fair swirled and pulsated in different rhythms, all vying for the attention of passersby. Shouts of joy rang out, both from children and adults alike, and the comforting scents of different fair foods floated up on the breeze. 

Yoohyeon tracked your line of sight to the city lights that shined from a little ways away – a different kind of hustle and bustle existing over there than the one you were centered in. Every beautiful thing around you was just that – beautiful – but the longer she looked at you, she realized none of it could compare.

Your smile had taken on a new kind of thrill – in the last few seconds it had learned a new way of beaming that reduced her to nothing but a bumbling fool. The joy on your face was contagious, and as she caught herself staring she registered that she was grinning back. 

She was totally, utterly, and irrevocably in love with you. Head over heels in every sense of the phrase, though even it didn’t do justice to what she felt for you. It was a dangerous game that her heart and mind were playing, toying with one another with no regard for how it ruined her. 

But she took your hand during a lapse in judgement and intertwined your fingers, allowing her thumb to caress your skin. It offered comfort when you peered over the side of the cart at the ground and immediately straightened up, regretting your decision. 

She simply admired you, close but so far, wearing her poorly-guarded heart on her sleeve. She knew she couldn’t have you in the ways she truly wanted, and she knew she’d have to make peace with that in time. 

But for now, she was okay with settling for this. 

For the curl of your fingers around hers, and the nervous laughter you shared whenever the cart swayed a little. For the sweet way your voice uttered her name as you called for her attentioned and pointed out things you wanted her to see throughout the park below. 

It might not have been capable of feeding her delusions forever, but in that moment it would suffice. 

It was glorious torture, all at once; and she couldn’t say she wanted it to end. 

《》《》《》《》《》《》《》

- Present Day -

As it went, fate had an odd way of panning out with time. 

The members were gathered around Siyeon’s bedroom door, sharing hushed whispers of what plan of action they wanted to take. Yoohyeon was in the mix, too, although she was doing more listening than she was contributing to the conversation. 

Her back was leaned against the hallway wall, and at the mention of your name she only pressed against it harder. The rigid surface remained steady, compensating for the weakness she felt.

“It’s been hours, unnie,” Gahyeon said, fixing her eyes on an uncharacteristically quiet Sua.

The second oldest tensed her jaw and nodded, acknowledging her. “I know, but I have no idea what to do. I’ve never seen her like this, guys.”

Jiu sighed and rubbed her forehead. Yoohyeon could only imagine the stress that she felt day in and day out by simply being their leader. It had to be exhausting. 

“Have any of you heard from Y/N? Maybe she knows.”

Dami made a noise of contestation. “I think whatever it is that has Siyeon down right now has everything to do with Y/N.”

“She mentioned something about it to me this morning during breakfast, before she locked herself away,” Handong uttered. Everyone looked to her, awaiting her explanation. “It wasn’t much, but my guess is that they’re taking a break or something.”

Yoohyeon hated the piece of herself that rejoiced at that. She felt completely selfish.

“Seriously?”

“I wonder why…”

“There’s no way, they were so good together.”

“It must just be a misunderstanding.”

The girls all spoke over each other, simply sharing their disbelief. 

A framed picture came into Yoohyeon’s view as she looked away, feeling ashamed. It was one of the three of you, smiling and happy on a trip you took with all of them to a national park some time ago. You went during the change in seasons, when the cherry trees were blossoming and offering their petals to the world. In fact, Jiu had managed to snap the picture just as some had landed in your hair; both Yoohyeon and Siyeon stood at your side, attempting to get them out for you. 

It was a beautiful picture – a wonderful memory, even – yet it made Yoohyeon frown regardless. If that really was the case – if you had broken up – then both of them would be left heartbroken and neither one could do a thing about it. 

It was one thing for Yoohyeon to suffer alone if it meant that at least Siyeon could be happy with you. But now? No, that didn’t sit right with her. She had grown used to the heartache, and she knew she could handle it; Siyeon didn’t deserve to feel it, too.

“Why don’t I go see how Y/N’s doing while you guys try to get through to Siyeon? She might tell me what happened and we can get both sides of the story that way.”

The girls all looked at her, silently weighing the pros and cons of the suggestion. Jiu, ever observant, was acutely aware of the feelings that the younger girl harbored for you; she knew it would be upsetting for her to confront you in such a way, and especially over a topic like this. But something shined in Yoohyeon’s eyes, and she knew she was determined to make things right in any way she could. 

“I think that would be good. Do you have her number?”

Yoohyeon nodded. You’d given it to her on your second visit to the dorm, when you’d lost your phone and needed to call it in order to locate it. Even now, she could remember the way you jumped around together in celebration once you’d found it buried beneath the couch cushions. 

“If she’s in the same state as Siyeon I doubt she’ll want to leave her apartment,” Dami said. 

“I’ll just put something comfortable on then. Maybe she’ll let me come over.”

“I’m sure she will,” Sua agreed. 

Yoohyeon fished her phone out of her pocket and held it up at them, wiggling it in the air to dismiss herself. She padded off to her room and scrolled until she found your contact, hitting the call button just as the latch of her door clicked into place behind her. 

It rang a few times, and each second that passed by felt like a small eternity. She paced lightly as her fingers toyed with the sweater paw that her sleeve made. 

“Hello?”

“Y/N!” She said a little too enthusiastically. She cleared her throat, correcting herself. “Y/N,” she repeated, a great deal calmer. “How have you been?”

“Not the best,” you answered truthfully. “You?”

“I’ve been better.”

“How’s Siyeon doing?” The hopefulness in your voice was obvious.

“Not the best,” she echoed, using your own words. 

The line went silent for a few seconds in response, and was only broken by the subsequent sniffle you let out. She could tell you tried to conceal it, but she heard it regardless and it broke her heart. 

“Can I come over? I want to see you.”

You sniffled again, not fully trusting your voice to keep from wobbling. “If you’re okay with seeing me as a mess, then sure.” 

Her shoulders relaxed some. She was afraid you were going to reject the idea outright.

“Text me your address. I’ll leave soon, okay?”

“Alright,” you spoke gently into the phone, cradling it against your cheek. Its screen was cool against your heated skin, and the sensation made you grateful that she had called you. 

You hung up after a shared word of goodbye and headed to the bathroom, wanting to look somewhat decent for her arrival. The hoodie, shorts, and bags underneath your eyes could stay, but your hair needed to be tamed and your nose needed to be blown. All the crying you’d been doing as of late had turned you into a wreck, plain and simply.

—-

- Your Apartment -

A gentle series of knocks came a little while later, letting you know she’d arrived. 

Yoohyeon fidgeted in the small hallway in front of your door while she waited and busied herself by studying the dim hanging light that resided in the center of its ceiling. Her nerves were running high for some reason, and she couldn’t seem to calm them down. 

You opened the door shortly after, revealing yourself in all of your… glory.

Her features pulled together in sadness as she regarded you and stepped inside. You shut the door behind her and were prepared to launch into the speech you had been rehearsing, but she spared you from giving it. 

Her arms wrapped around you instead in a silent embrace, pulling you in until your body was pressed to hers. She didn’t care that you looked messy, or that you would dirty up her shirt; she simply offered herself to you and allowed you to find comfort in something other than your pillow for once. Her hands caressed your back as you began to cry again, painting her shoulder with the heavy droplets. They each held a little bit of your sadness and frustration; the more you cried, the lighter you felt. 

She backed up until she reached the couch, and she quickly sat down and pulled you along with her. Your legs stretched across her lap and you settled your head in the crook of her neck, letting yourself go. 

You had no idea why you felt okay enough to be so vulnerable in front of her; normally, you don’t cry in front of people. You’ve found over the years that your emotions are better dealt with in the safety and security of your bedroom or the shower, where prying eyes and ears don’t have the chance to listen in and question you about it later on. 

It was unlike you in every way to openly sob in front of another person – even Siyeon herself had only seen you cry maybe once or twice, and neither of those occasions were of this caliber. 

But something in the way Yoohyeon held you let you know everything would be alright. The occasional kisses that she left against your temple and the mindless way her fingers played with your hair calmed you down, giving you an avenue to ground yourself with. She even shed a few tears of her own, having been affected by how pitiful you were in her arms. If there was one thing she hated in this world, it was to see you cry. 

Once your body began to relax against hers and your sobs turned to occasional sniffles, she knew you were making progress. You lifted your head and she cupped your cheeks, wiping away the remaining tears that streaked their paths downward with the pads of her thumbs. 

“Only tell me about it if you’re comfortable and ready to, okay? I’ll stay right here regardless.”

You nodded and remained that way, shutting your eyes; she continued to cradle your face and hold you like you were the most precious thing in the entire universe. Your lips and cheeks were a bit puffy and your eyes were red, but your wet lashes looked full as they shimmered in the light of the room. You had that post-cry glow – one of the only positives in the situation at all. 

When your breathing reached normalcy again, you moved a little out of her hold and allowed your back to lean against the arm of the couch behind you, taking advantage of its support; your legs still remained across her lap, however. Her hands fell to them, and her fingertips traced patterns against your skin while you found the courage to finally share what had happened. 

“We broke up last night.”

She nodded, intending to give you the floor and let you do the talking.

“Things had been weird for a few weeks, and so we discussed them, but… I-I don’t really know where it all went wrong. We had always been fine before, but something about this one seemed really final.”

“Was it about anything in particular?”

You shook your head. “Not really? Just…” you let out a deep breath, “...I feel like we’d been growing apart for a little while, and then I guess it all just piled up. But even then, I don’t want us to throw away everything we’ve been through together, you know? We’ve been with each other for a while now.”

“I get that, Y/N/N.” She pushed the nagging in her heart aside. “Do you think she feels the same?”

Your shoulders lifted and fell in a heartbroken shrug, and another few tears dripped down your cheeks. “I don’t know. Probably not, after the last talk we had about it.”

She put a hand over yours on your lap, squeezing it tenderly in support. 

“I wish it could’ve been a big blow out fight so I could start hating her and get past it. But she was reasonable and calm,” your breath hitched a few times, like babies do when they’re settling down, “...neither of us were harsh to each other, and yet somehow I still feel awful.”

“If it’s any consolation, she isn’t doing much better. Since breakfast she’s been locked in her room and not speaking to anyone. Not even Sua.”

A sigh left your lips at that information. “What do you think we should do?”

She took a little while to consider it, genuinely pondering. “Maybe just give it some time? Things like this always hurt the most when it’s all fresh and new. If you take a few days to think about it all and see how you feel then, maybe you’ll have a better grasp on what to do moving forward.”

“You’re right, Yooh. Thank you.”

“Of course; it’s what I’m here for.” 

You wiped the remaining tears on your cheeks again and swallowed thickly, completely and utterly worn out. Truthfully, you’d expected to have run out of tears by the time she arrived; clearly that wasn’t the case by any means. 

“Have you eaten today?”

You shook your head, prepared for an earful. Instead, she simply stood up and stuck her hand out, pulling you up as well. “Then let me make you something.” 

She led the way into your kitchen, and when she spotted the island inside, she ushered you over to it. She pulled one of the high top chairs out for you and scooted it in once you were settled before heading to the sink to wash her hands. 

“Any requests?”

“Y/FavFood/N, please.”

She smiled and rinsed the suds from her hands with the hot water that streamed from the faucet. “Alright, Y/N, but you have to promise to stay in here in case I start a fire. The last time I made that, our kitchen almost exploded.”

You laughed at that, surprised that her clumsiness had ever been that extreme. Surely it had to be a world record of some kind. 

“I promise,” you said with a smile. 

For a shining, wonderful moment, the heartbreak that you were going through became second on the list of things taking up space in your mind. It obviously didn’t go away completely, but the sadness was eclipsed by a certain 5’6” beauty that stood in front of your open refrigerator, scanning the shelves for all of the ingredients she needed. 

The midday sunlight that streamed into the room offered a nice glow to everything, coating it in warmth. Her hair flowed elegantly in soft waves, and it caught the golden rays in various ways as she moved about. Her silhouette cut through the light gracefully, casting a shadow that was nearly capable of rivaling her real-life beauty.

You’d always thought she was incredibly attractive, though you never planned to act on it in any way. It was just a simple, undeniable fact of life. She was divine, and you didn’t mind being her admirer for once. 

As she worked, you eyed her unabashedly. She caught you a few times and hid behind whatever utensil happened to be in her hand or threw a stray ingredient at you to convince you to stop, but it had the opposite effect. Without even trying, she drew you in. This woman, so sweet and gentle, waltzed into your life again when you needed someone more than anything. She was waiting without judgment, prepared to comfort you at your lowest without seeking a reward to show for it. Her kindness spoke volumes, and it wasn’t lost on you in the slightest.

How you would repay her, you weren’t sure. But you knew then that you could count on her no matter what, and that was huge. 

—-------

In line with Yoohyeon’s advice, you allowed a week to pass before you met up with Siyeon to discuss things again. She came to your apartment and sat down with you, respectful in every possible way. It was odd to greet her with a short hug instead of a kiss like you were used to, but you managed. The atmosphere was still a bit tense – a little charged – as unfinished business hung in the air between you, but you both handled it like adults and did what you could to dispel it. 

Tears were shed and you comforted one another like always. No matter what, you both hated to see each other so upset.

Amicably, you agreed to remain broken up and see what the future held. It was obvious that you still loved one another deeply and cared just as much as you had when you first fell. But times were changing, and life was beginning to take you in different directions; no matter how sad or disappointing it was, it was simply growing pains. Neither of you were to blame, and you found some solace in the fact that you hadn’t cheated or done anything rash to hurt one another in such a way.

Your friendship didn’t have to end by any means, and you made a promise to stay in touch. Neither of you believed you’d get over the other anytime soon – at least not fully, anyway – but you knew this was the best decision you could make for the both of you. Watching the relationship unravel any further would’ve only ended worse and caused more harm than good; you saw no real point in dragging it out when you could end on a relatively positive note instead. 

So, that day, you shared one final goodbye kiss and left it at that. Whether it was merely the end of this chapter for your love story or the entire book, you’d find out in time. 

—--

- Four Months Later -

When you entered your apartment after a morning of grocery shopping, you were surprised to find Yoohyeon sprawled out across your couch. Her limbs were haphazardly strewn about, and all of her focus was zeroed in on the phone in her hands. She was playing a game, you quickly realized, by the fast movement of her fingers and the look of concentration on her face. 

As you latched the door behind yourself and locked it, the screen lit up red, washing her face in the color of defeat. 

She groaned loudly and sat up before locking her phone and tossing it to the other end of the couch like a toddler. Sometimes she was really a sore loser. 

“How was shopping?” 

She stood up and stretched, and you did your best not to stare too hard when her shirt rose up enough to expose her midriff. The lines of her abs were clear, begging to be admired. But you averted your gaze before she could catch you. 

“Fine. Pretty uneventful, really.”

She wordlessly took some of the bags from your hands and followed you into the kitchen, padding her way in with sock-clad feet. As you began to unpack everything and put it in its rightful place, she helped.

“How long have you been here?” You asked over your shoulder, bent at the waist as you placed some vegetables in the produce bin of the refrigerator. 

Yoohyeon’s eyes raked over your backside, starting at the flexing muscles of your shoulders and flitting all the way down to your calves. Just as much as she’d fallen for your personality and mind, she’d fallen for your body as well. You were gorgeous to her in every capacity. Just the sight of you made her want to–

“Earth to Yoohyeon!”

She jumped, putting a hand over her heart. 

“U-uh sorry! What did you ask?”

Her hand raised to the back of her neck as she scratched it, beyond embarrassed. She continued to hand you groceries as you reached out for them.

“I asked how long you’ve been here.”

“About an hour. The girls are out doing their own things and I knew you wouldn’t be gone too long, so I decided to come here and hang out with you.”

“You didn’t have anything better to do?” You quirked a brow, standing up straight and shutting the fridge.

“I always want to spend time with you, Y/N. That is one of my better things to do.”

“Yah,” you felt the beginnings of blush bloom on your cheeks as warmth spread to them, “...stop it with the smooth talk.”

She smiled so widely that her eyes formed into crescents in an instant. Knowing that she had such an effect on you never failed to put her in a better mood. 

“No can do,” she shrugged, approaching you with open arms. She wrapped them around your neck and sighed into your hair when she felt yours wind around her waist, pulling her close. Her breath on your neck caused goosebumps to appear, and it took all the self restraint you had to keep from shivering.

The power she had gained over you in a matter of months was astounding, if you did say so yourself. 

Following your breakup with Siyeon, Yoohyeon had established herself as a constant in your life that you could count on for just about anything. 

Late night runs to the convenience store when you were having a bad week? She would be outside of your place with the car running before you could even hang up the phone.

You needed to unwind when work got you down? She was at your door with all of her favorite co-op video games, and all of your favorite snacks. If that didn’t cheer you up, she was always down to go for a walk in the park or watch TV shows or movies to take your mind off of things. 

You were sick? She would run to the store at any hour and pick up every medicine you needed and every snack she knew you’d appreciate. Once she made it to your apartment, she wouldn’t leave until she witnessed you drink plenty of water and eat some of her home-made soup. (Even then, if you asked her to stay longer with you, she would agree in a heartbeat). 

The more you got to know her, the more you began to fall. In the beginning, you did everything you could to prevent it, seeing as how both of you were still close with Siyeon. It felt slimy, in a way, to pull something like that with your breakup still relatively new. And, truth be told, you still weren’t completely over her. You were a lot further along than from where you started, but some progress still remained to be made. Siyeon’s quirks and mannerisms stuck with you, some becoming little habits of your own that you had picked up during your time together. The little things still reminded you of her from time to time, but you tried not to get too hung up on them.

From what you heard, she was on track to getting over you and seemed to be handling things well, too. It pleased you to hear that; more than anything, you wanted her to be happy. She deserved nothing less; and if you couldn’t be the person to give that to her, you wanted her to find the one that could. 

Maybe you could be just as lucky, too, someday.

Yoohyeon’s phone rang, and she let go of you to go retrieve it from your living room. You watched her head out with a small smile, feeling content.

*ring ring*

“Hello?”

“Hey, Yooh,” Jiu chimed on the other end. “Are you still at Y/N’s house?”

She reentered the kitchen and sat down at one of the island chairs, meeting eyes with you across the room. 

“Mhm.”

“Oooooo,” she teased.

“Unnie, what do you want?” Yoohyeon deadpanned. She was unamused.

Jiu pouted, tutting into the phone. “Ask Y/N if she wants to come over for a movie tonight. Sua and I are gonna make some food, too.”

She relayed the question, and you drew in a deep breath. You hadn’t visited the dorm again since things ended with Siyeon, so there was a high chance that it could be awkward. The last thing you wanted to do was ruin everyone’s night by making them walk on eggshells.

“I think it’ll be fun,” she added, smiling at you. “I’d love it if you’d come along.”

How could you deny her?

“Alright fine, you’ve convinced me.”

Both Yoohyeon and Jiu rejoiced at your decision, and once the eldest shared the message with the other girls you heard Sua screaming in the background victoriously. You laughed and shook your head, incredulous as to how her lungs and vocal chords were capable of projecting her voice so loudly. She never ceased to amaze you.

Yoohyeon said a couple more things into the phone before hanging up and turning to face you.

“They want us over there by six o’clock,” she informed. “Does that work for you?”

You nodded, leaning against the counter. You crossed your fingers, hoping for the best for the night ahead.

—---

- Dreamcatcher Dorm -

Yoohyeon snuck a glance at her phone. “5:55,” it read, before she pocketed it again. Not bad. 

She opened her jacket for you as the two of you waited outside, and you slid your arms around her, reveling in the heat that she provided. It held the chilly air at bay and gave you an excuse to be close to her, leaving you with no reason to complain. She enjoyed the simplicity of the moment as well, far more than she probably should’ve. She was getting ahead of herself, like she always used to do before. But that was easy to do when you were brushing your hands across her exposed skin and holding her like it meant something deeper. Getting lost in her fantasies had always been easy when it came to you. 

Gahyeon and Handong were the first to greet you when the door was flung open, nearly coming off its hinges. The youngest smiled eagerly and pulled you inside, loudly informing the rest of them that you’d arrived. Sua had clearly been teaching her her tricks.

She hugged you tightly, and you reciprocated. Once she released you and allowed you to inhale some much-needed oxygen again, you brought Handong in for a much softer embrace. Although you had gotten the least amount of time to bond with the two of them, they still treated you like an old friend and acted as if they’d known you for years; connecting with them just came naturally. It made you happy to know that they wanted you there and enjoyed your presence so much. 

Dami appeared in the hallway as you conversed with the two of them, briefly catching up and finding out how they’d been after all your time apart. When you noticed her, a sincere smile made its way to her lips and she hugged you as well. She was pleased that you were doing well, and the sight of Yoohyeon behind you – watching you with a smile of adoration – only made her happier. 

Knowing that the two of you had been so upset and down in the dumps before really bothered her, and so seeing that you had managed to help each other out of that place warmed her heart. 

She led you to the kitchen – more accurately, the war zone – where you were greeted by the very messy sight of Jiu and Sua. They were covered in food, condiments, and…. some things that you couldn’t quite place, but you wiped the grimace from your face and smiled at them. Jiu waved a spatula at you in lieu of her hand, making you giggle. But when you looked to Sua, your grin faded a little; she had a dangerous look in her eye, and you half expected her to splash you with an ingredient or two. 

Instead she rounded the corner of the counter with her arms outstretched, making grabby hands at you despite the batter that they were covered in. You slowly backed away as she came closer and closer, but when she began to run, so did you. 

Only, a problem arose. Your body collided with something on the second stride, stopping you in your tracks. 

Well, someone, more precisely. It was none other than Siyeon.

Sua looked between the rest of the girls with an awkward expression as she crept back behind the counter to hide, just in case things ended up going south in the wake of your impromptu reunion.

Siyeon was dressed in a cozy sweater and matching pair of sweatpants, looking undeniably adorable as her dark hair fell across her shoulders in a gentle wave. She wore slippers as well, and you noticed with a smile that they were the ones you’d bought her for her birthday. 

“Hey, Y/N/N,” she said softly, leaning in to press a kiss to your cheek and hug you. You sunk into the strong embrace of her arms, beyond happy to have reached a place again where this was acceptable. She still gave such great hugs; no matter what, the softness of her touch would always be something you loved. 

“Hello to you, too,” you responded, squeezing her a little tighter before letting go completely. 

Though you were none the wiser, Yoohyeon was leant against the hallway wall as she watched the two of you catch up, trading jokes and conversation like it was nothing. 

The rest of the girls had gone back to talking or were leaving to do their own thing by then, but she stayed, unable to take her eyes off of you. She was transfixed, more or less, and for more reasons than one. Jealousy had begun to bubble up within her, returning like it always did before. Dami noticed her sudden change in mood and put two and two together; finally, she understood. 

Like the good friend that she is, she decided to distract her from the scene playing out in front of her. She slid her hands across her shoulders and guided her away, mentioning that no one could decide on what movie to watch and that they could use her help with choosing. 

Yoohyeon glanced at you before leaving, but you didn’t return the gesture. You were too busy smiling at whatever an animated Siyeon had just said. With a sigh, she relented and padded alongside Dami a little defeatedly. 

–

- The Kitchen -

When your time with Siyeon began to wind down and she decided to kick back in the living room with the others, you opted to lend a helping hand to Jiu and Sua. They were doing dishes and wiping the counter down, respectively. 

When you approached the two of them, they greeted you with a smile again, now able to properly hug you since their aprons were off and their clothes were cleaned off. Jiu rubbed your back in a motherly sort of way, and it brought you more comfort than you even realized you needed at the time. 

Sua too was gentle for once, and you grinned against her shoulder at her calm embrace. Her hold on you was strong, allowing you to sink further into to.

It lasted for all of about three seconds, though.

“No!” She screamed suddenly, right next to your ear. 

You winced and pulled away, bringing your hands up to guard it in case she decided to surprise you again.

“What?!” 

“The cake!” She whined, pointing behind you. She stomped like a frustrated child.

You turned around and Jiu peeked around your side to see what she was so upset about. An unopened box of cake mix stood behind a few plates and bowls of the side dishes that they had prepared, almost completely hidden from view. They must’ve overlooked it in the chaos of all the other cooking they’d been doing.

Jiu sighed, clearly tired. Cooking for the lot of them in general was exhausting, and she felt every possible side effect. But cooking with Sua… well, she deserved some sort of compensation for that. At least an award or something.

“I can make it,” you offered. “You guys can go rest. I’ll have it in the oven in no time.”

Their eyes lit up at that, like two kids on Christmas morning. Your offer was better than five hundred presents under the tree to them in that moment. 

“You mean it?”

“Of course.”

You motioned to the living room with your head, encouraging them to take a break. Sua pinched your cheek as a thank you and Jiu informed you of where the ingredients that you would need were located. The eldest only stopped talking once Sua managed to pull her through the doorway and convince her to relax for once in her life. 

You shook your head, amused and now alone. 

You could already hear the girls running around and laughing with one another from the next room over, only separated by a wall. It brought you peace, in an odd way, even though you weren’t a part of whatever fun they were having. They brought the dorm to life whenever they were all together. 

Their happiness was simply contagious, you concluded, as you made your way over to the cabinets and began to gather all of the ingredients you needed. You filled your arms and returned to the counter before making a second trip for the refrigerated components. Once all of them were splayed out in front of you and you’d retrieved the necessary utensils, you pulled your hair back and approached the sink to wash your hands.

A passing couple caught your eye through the window that resided above it, walking their dog together, all bundled up and close to each other. One of them took their phone out to snap some pictures of the sweet moment as you dried your hands off and grabbed one of the unused aprons to tie around yourself. 

The three of them looked so… right together. They each complimented each other in some way, whether it be hair color, aesthetic, or even their amount of clumsiness. The puppy in particular was especially uncoordinated – with the way his big paws trod and stumbled over one another in his excited discovery of the land around him – but his two humans were right there beside him to catch him anytime he fell and get him back on track. 

It was endearing, really, and it caused a feeling of wistfulness to tug at the strings of your heart, plucking them without minding the dissonant twinge that resounded as a result. 

You wanted something like they had. Maybe you’d get it someday.

Alas, the task at hand returned to your mind, beckoning you back down to Earth. When did you start getting so daydreamy all the time?

You shook your head as you approached the counter again, checking through all of the ingredients one last time. With a quick tuck of your sleeves, you got to work. 

-

In the living room, Dami was playing with the ends of Yoohyeon’s hair as she rested her head in her lap. The rapper peered down at her best friend, sensing the disappointment that she was trying so hard to hide. The years they’d shared together made her a certified Yoohyeon expert, though, and she saw through her poorly-crafted mask time and time again. 

She poked her cheek, gaining her attention. 

“Why don’t you go see how she’s doing?” She suggested, cocking her head to the side, towards the kitchen. The rest of the girls were having their own conversations, so she didn’t have to worry about being too secretive. 

Yoohyeon’s shoulders raised and fell noncommittally. She didn’t even bother to reply with words. Your previous interaction with Siyeon was still at the forefront of her mind, and it discouraged her in a major way. The two of you shared so much history and looked so good together that she questioned if she even stood a chance at all, no matter if you were single or not. There was always a possibility that you’d end up with her member again – especially considering the way you two hit it off and picked back up on good terms immediately – and that fact was beginning to wear her courage down.

“Go,” Dami simply said. If she didn’t give her a little push, she’d never do it on her own.

She sighed heavily – a bit comically, even – but sat up regardless. Even if she couldn’t be brave when she faced you, it was impossible for her to deny that she wanted to see you. 

Dami sent her an encouraging smile as she went, and once she was out the door Jiu caught her eye from across the room. She was perched on the couch opposite her, aware of what just went down between the two of them. She took a deep breath and released it, sending a prayer out to the universe that things would end well.

Or, at the very least, without a fight. Or fire. Or a structural collapse of the dorm.

(Un)surprisingly, with the combined efforts of all seven of the girls, two of those outcomes had already happened on multiple occasions. Jiu really hoped your encounter with Yoohyeon wouldn’t result in the third. She’d managed to narrowly avoid it thus far, and she planned to keep that going for as long as humanly possible.

- 

When the door creaked open slowly, allowing a flood of light to enter your peripheral, you glanced up. A soft looking Yoohyeon came into focus as she emerged from the living room. 

“Hi,” she said, voice altered by the small smile that crept onto her face when she saw you in your apron. 

After sliding the cake onto the oven rack and shutting its door, you uprighted yourself.

“I was wondering if you’d ever show up.”

“Did somebody miss me?” She teased. 

“Mhm,” you nodded. “I always do.”

You were casually leant against the countertop as she approached, eyeing the cake. 

Along the sides of the bowls and utensils that you had prepared the batter in, remnants of the ingredients were visible. The bag of flour was standing tall next to them, as well as the sugar and baking soda. 

“Did you guys decide on what movie to watch?”

She nodded, taking one last glance around the kitchen before returning her gaze to you. “We haven’t started it yet, though. Once the cake is done we’ll dig into everything and turn it on.”

Your eyes fell briefly to the numerous dishes of food further down on the counter that were just waiting to be eaten. Their containers were all insulated and covered well, preserving their steam and heat to prevent them from turning cold anytime soon. 

“You look really cute like this,” Yoohyeon blurted out of the blue, like a secret she couldn’t contain anymore. 

Taken aback, you regarded her with a surprised smile. “You think so?”

“The whole look,” she affirmed, motioning up and down your body. “Messy apron and all.”

A terrible, centuries-old, forsaken idea came to mind at the utterance of her words. 

“Mmm,” you hummed, nodding to yourself as you pushed your body away from the counter and took a few steps closer to her. Her eyes widened a little as she became flustered, and she felt the fleeting urge to take a half-step back in response to your approach. 

Something about the look in your eye worried her. 

“If I can manage to pull off looking messy, then I’m sure you could, too.”

Your finger inconspicuously dipped into the cup of icing that you had prepared just before she entered the room. Its rich, chocolatey color coated it completely. 

“What do you mean?” Her subsequent chuckle bordered on nervousness. 

“Just this,” you said nonchalantly, as you casually brought your hand up to her cheek and ran your finger down it, past her jawline and down across her neck.

Her mouth fell open and she squealed, tightly closing her eyes. You couldn’t help but laugh at the sight. 

The icing shimmered as she shifted away from you, now pouting. 

“You’re mean.”

“Just making us even.”

“You call this even?!”

You nodded, unfazed by her whining. Your nonchalance drove her crazy, both in the best and worst possible ways. If only she could wipe that stupid smirk off your face…

“I don’t think so,” she mumbled, striding around you and towards the flour. She cupped her hands and filled them with the white powder, ready to strike.

But you caught on immediately and spun around to face her, knowing you could dodge her incoming act of retaliation if you had a clear view. You rounded the other corner of the kitchen island so that it stood in between you, giving you something to hide behind. 

“Nuh-uh, Y/N. Get over here and take it like a woman.”

Your head shook. “I’m not so easy, Yooh. You’ll have to catch me yourself.”

She groaned and emptied her hands, dusting them off with an annoyed pout. “You’re no fun,” she complained, before crossing her arms. 

She was giving up that easy? Huh…

You approached her cautiously, closing the distance between you as you returned to your original spot in front of the oven. 

When you were within arms reach and she hadn’t made a surprise dash for one of the other ingredients to attack you with, you relaxed some. 

Her sulking frame settled next to you in front of the oven, watching it work its magic. She gently laid her head on your shoulder, inadvertently making you tense a little bit. You didn’t dare move or breathe too hard, just in case it caused her to pull away. Having her so close was comforting, all cozy and relaxed here at the dorm. 

Even if she was subtly wiping the chocolate from her cheek onto your sweater. 

“You know, Y/N, I’ve been doing a lot of thinking lately.”

“Yeah?” You asked. “About what?”

“You, mostly.”

Your heart skipped a beat. 

“And about how gullible you are.”

Your brows furrowed as you turned to her, confused as to what she meant. 

But she was smart, and far faster than you ever knew she could be. She reached into her pocket and retrieved the handful of flour that she had deposited there, and in a second it was cascading over the top of your head in a powdery, hazy wave. 

She must’ve hidden it in there when you had your back turned before.

You coughed and fanned it away, blindly reaching out for her. Her maniacal laughter filled the air around you. 

She evaded your hands, dodging left and right as she hastily dipped two of her fingers into the mixing bowl behind you and gathered up some of the leftover cake batter onto them.  

By then, you had cleared your eyes of the flour and caught her in the act. Before she could get you again, you grabbed her wrist and pushed her flush up against the counter, pinning her there with your hips. 

She froze, immediately blushing at the intimate contact. 

Oh… oh. So it was like that.

The playfulness of the moment quickly dissipated, shifting into something far less innocent as her giggles died down.

Her heart was racing – evident in the sporadic thumping you felt at her wrist’s pulse point. A mix of emotions all competed with one another inside of her, but the lust in her dark eyes slowly faded in, eclipsing the rest. 

She searched your face for some sort of confirmation – some sign that you were just as affected as she was – and she found it in the way that you bit your lip. Your gaze was set on her mouth, admiring the fullness of her lips and the beautiful curves of them. It was achingly close to yours – just a breath away. You moved in a little closer, wanting to test the waters, but were still too afraid to make the next move.

So she made it for you.

Her free hand tangled itself in the material of your apron and tugged on it, closing what little distance was left between you. Her lips were soft and tasted of her favorite vanilla balm as they met yours halfway, pressing to them with a sense of urgency. 

You could be caught at any moment if someone decided to walk in. But, strangely, that didn’t faze her. The only thing on her mind was you.

When you didn’t pull away, her body relaxed against yours. Your hold on her wrist loosened some when she deepened the kiss by tilting her head to the side and opening her mouth a little more. 

She let both of her hands fall to your hips, which they gripped rather possessively. You whimpered at the feeling of her nails digging into them. An eagerness laid just beneath the surface of her somewhat calm demeanor, and it took every bit of power she had to keep things tame. 

Everything she’d been waiting on was finally happening; she never wanted the moment to end.

You slipped your hand underneath the front of her shirt and allowed it to trace the lines of her toned stomach, caressing them in admiration. A shuttered sigh left her mouth in between kisses in response, and her knees grew weak. 

You’d lost count of how many times you’d wanted to have her like this over the past few months. She was lost in you, completely and utterly, with how she trembled both in want and nervousness. Never in her entire life had she been so high-strung for someone. Her body hummed for you, encouraged by each and every one of your touches, no matter how small. They simply unraveled her. 

She was vulnerable, there in your arms, basked in both the dying sunlight that filtered in through the window and the warm light of the oven that cast against your tangled legs. Hope blossomed in her chest like a poisonous flower, equal parts terrifying and beautiful.

But, all too quickly, a set of not-so-distant shouts and footsteps from the living room rang out.

It was Siyeon and Gahyeon, apparently playing some type of Guess Who game to pass the time. 

The sound caught you off guard and snapped you back to reality. You pulled away at once, blushing at your own indiscretion.

Your eyes met Yoohyeon’s briefly before you averted your gaze and took a couple of steps away from her. Perhaps that interruption was a sign for you to stop while you still had the chance.

Her pupils were blown wide, and her lips were kiss-bitten and red – a little swollen. She swallowed thickly, looking dazed; her chest rose at a quicker rate than before, showcasing just how much you affected her. 

“I, uh… I’m gonna get some fresh air,” you mumbled, before quickly turning to leave. 

Still reeling and attempting to recover, she simply nodded and let you go. 

Her palms made contact with the cool surface of the counter once you had exited the dorm and shut the front door behind yourself. Her lips were tingling, and she couldn’t help but smile as she pressed them together. 

She couldn’t believe the two of you had just done that. 

-

Outside, you paced for a few seconds in order to calm down. Your flushed skin thanked you, reveling in the slightly chilly breeze that soon rolled in.

You couldn’t believe the two of you had just done that.

You wondered, for a genuine second, when you had become clinically insane. Surely if you were to visit a doctor they’d have come to that conclusion. 

How had you allowed yourself to get so carried away in the dorm, of all places? With your ex so close, and capable of walking in at any moment? And with Yoohyeon? Her own member?! Your head spun at your own stupidity.

The last thing you wanted to do was put your mending relationship with Siyeon back on the rocks with a stunt like that. You had to be more careful. 

But why – why – did kissing Yoohyeon feel so right? It came naturally, like you were always meant to do it. You ebbed and flowed together, pushing and pulling, offering the perfect amount of chase and release.

Your connection with her was entirely different than what you had shared with Siyeon. It was new territory, full of promise just waiting to be discovered, while what you shared with Siyeon was familiar and safe. 

It was a battle between routine comfort and the branching of comfort zones. Siyeon offered consistency and predictability – two things you valued most. But Yoohyeon promised a chance at adventure; with her, nothing was certain yet. 

It was a love story already written versus an entirely new book, opened to its first, clean page.

If you chose to pursue something with Yoohyeon, you would have to forge your own way together, learning the ins and outs of each other – what made you tick. You’d have to start from scratch and put your trust in her, just the same as you’d done with Siyeon before. You’d have to be unafraid of being hurt again, or at the very least be brave in the face of that fear. 

You’d have to entrust your poorly-mended heart to a woman capable of both healing it completely, and breaking it ten times over.

A groan slipped past your lips as you buried your face in your hands and sat down on the edge of the sidewalk. What a predicament you were in.

- 

When you failed to return after a few minutes, Yoohyeon began to overthink the situation and worry about you. Her mind ran wild, and she knew the only way to quiet it was to just talk to you about it.

She grabbed her coat and slipped her boots on at the front door before heading out.

You were sitting on the sidewalk and toying with the pebbles that rested near your feet in an attempt to distract yourself. She took a seat beside you without a word, and you were grateful for that. You had no idea where to even begin. 

Something warm wrapped around your shoulders and back, and as she tugged the sides of it further around you, you realized it was her jacket. What had you done to deserve her?

Her hands came to rest in her lap, and you gently reached over to hold them. She interlocked her fingers with yours and placed her free hand on top, bringing you comfort. Her thumb softly rubbed the top of your wrist.

She was always so patient with you, no matter what. She held you like no one else and regarded you with far more adoration than you probably deserved; but day in and day out, she chose that. She chose you.

Above everything else – beyond any hidden desires of her heart or selfish vies for personal gain – she wanted you to be happy and cared for. Truly, she loved you more than words could explain.

“I want this, too,” you said quietly, gazing out across the street in front of you. “I want to try,” you affirmed, and turned to look at her. “But I just need some more time. Being back here after all this time and seeing her again has me a little scattered.”

A pensive expression of contemplation befell her features as she took the news in and processed it. She didn’t bother to rush. Instead, she took her time and tried to put herself in your shoes to better understand you.

After a moment, she nodded and squeezed your hand. 

“I’ll wait however long you need me to, Y/N.”

You released a breath of relief that you didn’t even know you had been holding in.

“You’re worth every second,” she added simply, and smiled at you. 

God, that smile. You were convinced it could end wars with just how pure it was. 

When she turned shy under your gaze and tilted her head down, you noticed a bit of chocolate icing still remained on her cheek. You leaned in and pressed your lips to it, kissing just beside one of her small dimples. 

She blushed heavily when you uprighted yourself and swiped your tongue across your lips, tasting it. 

The action was simple, but you used it as a means of insuring the promise you were making. With time, she’d have full access to you with every single flaw and messy string attached. But in the meantime, slow and steady would surely win the race. You wanted to do things right.

You lifted the side of her jacket and motioned her closer so that the two of you could share it. When she scooted up next to you and settled against your side, you wrapped it around her and pulled it shut, holding the cold atmosphere around you at bay. Her head found its way to your shoulder, right where it belonged, and you rested yours atop it. 

“Thank you,” you uttered softly, so as to not disturb the peace you’d created together.

“For what?”

“Everything.”