#dreamcatcher oneshot

[ot7stan4life]

“It’s Not Wrong”

Dreamcatcher (OT7) x Female Reader

Word Count: 8,980

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

“It’s- it’s wrong.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

My heart skipped a beat.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

So, I gave it to her.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

—

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What?" I blurted out.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Unnie-" I mumbled.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She laughed lightly, "you're overwhelmed."

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

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

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

"Yes," I answered out of the blue.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[hwapetals]

i don't care!

pairing - best friend turned lover!yoohyeon x gn!reader genre - fluff warning(s) - just swearing! summary - yoohyeon's first date with you! author's note - not proofread, whoops. idk about anyone else but nervous yoohyeon is really cute to me word count - 626 words

well, you could argue that she cared. a lot. 

yoohyeon had been standing in front of her closet for at LEAST an hour, trying on outfits and making a mess of her room, as she tried her absolute best not to have a meltdown.

“this? no, too casual,” yoohyeon whined to herself, dropping another set of clothes to the floor. she was this close to just, flopping onto the floor and kicking her legs like a child, having a tantrum.

it wasn’t like she hadn't seen you in different situations before, but this was different — this was a fucking date. yoohyeon was head over heels for you.

you both had known each other for ages now, ever since you both ended up in the same class in the first year of high school. things happened, and suddenly, it was like you had a conjoined twin, which was yoohyeon.

you two stuck together most of the time, even your parents and hers were well acquainted at that point. and she just.. kind of fell for you. she wouldn’t be able to explain it even if she could get her thoughts in order for once in her life. you also just had a special power, to reduce her to a melting, blushing mess by just, well, existing.

she just wanted to impress you so bad, even though knowing you, yoohyeon knew you would be happy if she turned up in just a hoodie and sweatpants. but you deserved more than half-assery, in her own words. 

“ah, fuck, i’m going to be late. that’s even worse than me looking awful while i meet them,” yoohyeon monologued to herself as she got to cleaning her room and fishing out something that would make her look presentable. 

“this will do,” she mumbled, less than pleased by the mediocre outfit that she had paired together in a rush. yoohyeon hurriedly tugged on the long sleeved black crop top, and a black high waisted skirt, that reached down to the middle of her thighs. a squeak escaped her lips as she stumbled over, her phone alarm going off to signal to her that she only had five more minutes.

“okay, okay, ugh, fuck, accesories,” yoohyeon said, successfully buttoning up her skirt as she scrambled over to her drawer, picking out a bracelet (specifically, the matching bracelet you had bought her years before) as well as some hairties in case you needed it.

she moved over to grab her small backpack, dumping some things into it and grabbing her phone, rushing downstairs to grab some socks to pull on and a pair of sneakers. the doorbell rang, making her pause for a moment as she panicked, before she shook her head. “get it together, yoohyeon!” she scolded herself internally. 

“yooh, are you ready?” yoohyeon could hear you call out, and she replied with a ‘yeah’, her voice almost cracking.

yoohyeon groaned softly, stretching her legs slightly as she wobbled over to the door, opening it quickly. 

there you were, looking all cute in your casual outfit, lips glossy from the lip gloss that you had put on and a pretty shade of pink on your cheeks. oh, how she just wanted to kiss you right there and then. 

“hey. you look cute,” you mumbled, making yoohyeon’s ears turn red. it was safe to say that you liked her outfit, and her face of slight shock and happiness. 

“aha, no, you look cuter,” yoohyeon replied, trying to sound more confident, still recovering from her mini panic session as you complimented her. “shall we, ahem, go now?” she said, shuffling on the spot slightly as she looked over at you, a small grin on her lips.

she just couldn’t help but like you this much.

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[luc1ferx0]

The Melody Meant For Me

Siyeon x GN! Reader | Yandere | Warnings: Obsessive Behaviour

Oh, how beautiful this melody was.

It was played by none other than Y/N. The musician Siyeon had a special love for.

Every day, Siyeon would visit the young musician, and listen to them come up with melodies that Siyeon had always wanted to hear. For the past 4 years, this had always been Siyeon's routine. Until, the young musician went on a trip, without her knowledge.

For the past 3 months, Siyeon was not herself. She yelled at all those around her and was not willing to sing a single note, even when that was her source of income. She wanted Y/N. She wanted to hear Y/N's melody again.

2 days before Y/N's arrival, Siyeon had a plan. A plan to ensure she would hear Y/N's melodies forever, without Y/N disappearing on her. She didn't care if Y/N repeated the same melody, she just wanted to hear Y/N play.

She had only 1 shot at doing this plan right. In the end, she now had the musician in her arms, for her to hold, and to never let go.

However, this day was special, as she would let Y/N go out for the first time in 9 years, to play a show that had constantly been asking for their presence.

Siyeon wasn't dumb, she wouldn't let the young musician out of her sight. Everywhere Y/N went, Siyeon was there, holding tightly onto their arm.

It didn't matter if Y/N had to be alone, Siyeon would always find a way to be near Y/N. She couldn't risk her young musician running away on an impromptu trip, and leaving her to suffer. Why would Y/N want to run away, anyway? Siyeon had treated them well.

"S-Siyeon…?" Siyeon glared at her lover. "D-Darling!" There, that was the right way to call her. Siyeon's glare changed to a sweet smile as she caressed their face.

"Yes, sweetheart?" Siyeon loved how Y/N knew what she wanted. Just one glare is enough for Y/N to fix their act and start acting the way she wants. As Y/N struggled to utter the words they had intended, Siyeon placed a soft kiss on her lover's cheek.

"M-Must you be here, even when I'm practicing for the show? Th-There's very little space, you know…" Siyeon frowned at Y/N's comment. Of course, she had to be there! She should be the first to listen to whatever melody Y/N would make.

"Of course I have to be! The melodies you create are for my ears to hear, as they are so wonderful, they have touched my soul, and now, have touched my heart," Siyeon smiled before placing a soft kiss on Y/N's nose.

Y/N nodded, then went back to playing the piano. Siyeon leaned her head on their shoulder as the melody began to engulf her.

The melody was pleasant, reminding you of a time when the sun shined brightly upon you, and you were running through the fields with your beloved. Y/N and her hadn't done that yet, but soon, they will. As the melody continued, Siyeon closed her eyes to fully savor the feeling of their music.

She felt the music touch her soul. Words came together in her head as if the melody was for a song she'd sing, while her beloved played the piano. Beautiful. The melody was beautiful.

It was then Siyeon woke up, and she was laying there alone, on the piano, with Y/N not in sight. She got up and looked around in a hurry. Where was her beloved? Why was she all alone in the room that was supposed to be filled with the music of her beloved? Where was Y/N?!

Siyeon hurriedly opened the door and made her way out.

She went to Y/N's dressing room. Not there.

Their hotel room. Not there.

The meeting room. Not there

The entire building. NOT THERE.

She was panicking now. Where had her beloved gone? She felt like she was going mad. She ran out of the hotel, got in her car, and started driving.

She didn't care if she was breaking certain driving laws, her beloved was missing. She drove through the busy streets, looking everywhere for Y/N.

Y/N would return to her no matter what.

"Is your mask on, L/N?" Said the manager, Mr. Kim.

"Yes," Y/N responded.

"Good. I'm glad you told us of how she acted. We'll get you out of here safely and make sure she never finds you again." Mr. Kim assured.

Y/N was in a car that had tinted windows, just in case Siyeon would be out there, looking for them.

Y/N had desperately wanted to escape Siyeon. They missed the sun. They missed the crowd. They missed the joy on people's faces whenever they played.

How could Y/N have thought that Siyeon was just a simple fan? Wanting to listen in on whatever they were creating? Why did Y/N let her get close?

"Don't worry too much, Y/N. We'll get you away from her." Mr. Kim reassured. Although, Y/N did not feel reassured. Y/N still felt as if Siyeon could appear at any second, ready to do anything just to get them back. And the thought of having to go back to her, after they had done something to enrage her, frightened Y/N to no end.

What would she do if she found Y/N? Would she hurt them? Would she do something worse? Y/N didn't know. But Y/N would take their chances and run as far away as they can from Siyeon.

"We're almost at the airport, Y/N. You don't have to worry." Y/N was so lost in thought, that they didn't even notice that. Y/N started to relax. They were one step closer to freedom. One would be arriving at the airport, then freedom is getting on the plane.

Y/N took a minute to compose themself.

Everything would be fine in a few minutes. They would be away from Siyeon, and Siyeon would have no idea they were gone. Sure, they cannot ever show themself on camera, or even go on tour, but that was okay. Y/N could always be anonymous. At this point, could Siyeon tell it's them just by hearing their music? She was with them for 9 whole years, surely she'd know when it was their music or not. Does that mean Y/N couldn't make music anymore?

What a shame. Because of this woman, Y/N would potentially have to give up their love for music. It isn't fair. But Y/N prioritized their safety more than anything. They could always play music in the comfort of their new home, and in their new home, they would be safe. So all they have to do is wait,

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Y/N's eyes slowly began to open.

Siyeon smiled at Y/N as they laid eyes on her.

"Sweetheart! You're awake!" Y/N looked around, and they were in a dark room.

Siyeon giggled and stood up.

She sat on Y/N's lap as she caressed their cheek.

"That wasn't nice. Leaving me all alone? I missed you, you know?" Siyeon pouted at the terrified musician.

"Why so tense? You're finally home with me. Relax, sweetheart." Siyeon proceeded to play with their hair before harshly pulling on it.

"Since those 9 years meant nothing to you, I guess I have to teach you a lesson." Siyeon suddenly stood up and made her way to a dark corner of a room, where she opened a box.

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I love Siyeon.

I'd do anything for Siyeon.

I'll do whatever Siyeon tells me to do.

I love Siyeon.

Y/N loves Siyeon.

Siyeon loves Y/N.

Every melody is for Siyeon.

Only Siyeon can hear what I play.

"Sweetheart, can you play that piece again? It's beautiful! Please?" Siyeon said.

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"Of course, darling."

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"Anything for you."

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[let-them-read-fics]

Left Behind

Pairing: Jiu x Fem!Reader (and platonic relationships with the other members)

Warnings / Misc. -- Angst, Fluff

Word Count: ~ 7,890

Requested By: @3and30aresoultwins

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

A/N: Hey guys! This was a bit rushed and I’m not entirely in love with it, but I hope you enjoy it regardless. Feel free to leave DC requests in my inbox / messages! :)

💖 Happy Reading 🌹

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Life can change in the blink of an eye. Plans you make for the future that you envision can crumble with no warning, leaving you to pick up the pieces and find yourself all over again. 

Dreams can go down the drain just as easily as the blood, sweat, and tears it took to make them possible in the first place. Luck can run out. 

All of those things can happen, and you knew that. You just never expected them to happen to you.

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It was a late November day in 2016 when the world as you knew it changed forever. 

Happyface Entertainment had requested that you come in separate from the other members to discuss an important matter. Vividly, you remember how vague they were over the phone; they refused to elaborate on what the meeting would be about. Their voices were soft, holding a carefulness in their tone that you didn’t fully understand until later. 

It was regret – because they knew what you didn’t. They knew that your impending removal from the group loomed overhead, waiting like a cobra to strike once you arrived. 

And strike, it did. Sitting in the meeting room – which was far too bright and far too suffocating – you grappled with the fate you’d just received. Your heart felt heavy, and your head hurt as it all sunk in.

MINX would be rebranding as ‘Dreamcatcher’ and adding two new members, but you wouldn’t be joining them. You hadn’t made the cut.

Just like that, it was over. Years of your life as a trainee, down the drain. So much pain and hard work, all for nothing. So many sacrifices. So many late nights. They hadn’t gone into detail about why you were turned down specifically, and that was probably a good thing, all things considered. It would’ve just been salt in the wound.

An offer was made for you to stay at the company and potentially continue as a soloist, but you declined it. It was a proposition made from pity at best, and you knew it. How could you have accepted? If they had such little faith in your abilities as a member of a group, you couldn’t imagine it would’ve been magically restored for your solo activities. You refused to become a half-hearted money grab that they could fall back on whenever they needed to; it wasn’t fair to you. With the rebranding set in motion, attention and focus would’ve been placed entirely on the girls; you’d have been made to wait in the meantime with no real end in sight, and it was unlikely you’d ever receive a similar level of support.

You’d have become the company’s has-been. Its resident outcast.

And the prospect of joining another company – if you were even lucky enough for that – was just as daunting. After training and growing up with the girls in such a way for so many years of your life, you couldn’t imagine going solo or joining another group. 

That wasn’t something you wanted. And, of course, given the blow that the company’s decision had dealt to your confidence, you felt incapable. You were too overwhelmed to be there any longer with all of their eyes on you, judging in one way or another. 

So while you still had enough composure over yourself, you bid farewell to them and left, leaving behind a part of yourself in the process. 

The real challenge came, though, when you had to say goodbye to the girls. They all handled the news differently, in their own ways, but it wasn’t something they could process easily at all.

Sua was prepared to leave the dorm and have an angry word with the higher ups, but you stopped her before she could. It wouldn’t have done any good; if anything, it could’ve put her in jeopardy, too, and that was the last thing you wanted. 

Siyeon went quiet as the idea of moving on without you sunk in. How could she part ways with someone she’d grown so close to? You were supposed to live out your dreams together. It wasn’t fair.

The normal spark in Yoohyeon’s eyes dimmed, and she retreated into herself. Her bubbliness dissipated in an instant, replaced by more sadness than she knew what to do with. She was the first to begin crying, and she sought the comfort of your arms when it became too much for her to handle alone. 

Dami, ever the reasonable one, was determined to phone the higher ups and talk some sense into them. She was convinced that if the other members all banded together and expressed their disapproval in a logical way, they would have no choice but to give you a chance, at the very least. But you stopped her for the same reason that you had stopped Sua. They had made themselves clear at the meeting, and you knew in your heart that their minds were made up.

You didn’t notice the tears in Dami’s eyes until you took her phone out of her hand and put it on the table beside her. When you brought her into your arms for a hug, they fell onto your shirt, warm and full of sadness. She hated feeling helpless more than anything else in the world, and knowing there was nothing left to do broke her heart.

Watching it all unfold was Jiu. She couldn’t wrap her mind around it; it felt like she was having a nightmare. How could they have turned you away like that? You were just as good at your job as any of them, and you were one of the most dedicated people she’d ever known. The fans loved you. Your talent showed without you even trying; it made no sense that they would let you go so easily. 

She tried to stop her tears from falling, but when you finally looked up at her, surrounded by the other members, she couldn’t hold back anymore. 

You had been her rock ever since she met you – her safe place. She could express her worries and concerns freely with you, despite her position as leader. Hell, you were just as much of a leader to the girls as she was. Your consistency and energy held everything together, and the members depended on you, always. She depended on you more than words could explain; you were the first and last thing on her mind most days. You kept her level headed when she felt the weight of the world on her shoulders, and you never let her lose sight of her goals.

Losing the backbone of the group seemed unfathomable in every way. Never in a million years would she have expected it to happen. 

But beyond that, Jiu felt like she was losing two people. Y/N – the member of her group – and Y/N – the woman she had harbored secret feelings for for as long as she could remember. She had planned to confess soon, but the opportunity for that was stripped away from her by this news of your departure. Her heart broke as she realized that you wouldn’t be in the dorm anymore; all those early morning and late night conversations and hang outs wouldn’t happen anymore. She wouldn’t be able to just walk to your room when she missed you, or hit you up with spontaneous plans whenever she felt like it. You’d be miles away and busy building whatever life you chose in the wake of this.

And the new members? They could never replace you. Not in a million years.

But she made a vow to never take her resentment for the situation out on them, because at the end of the day they were just striving to achieve their dreams as well. And besides, she knew you wouldn't have wanted her to be angry at them. Though, even still, she knew she'd always think of you when seeing them. A disappointment – a longing – would always remain in her heart, lamenting over what could've been. 

Because, at the end of the day, things would never be the same again. No matter how much you tried to stay in contact, conflicting schedules and prior engagements would eventually get in the way. Frequent calls and check ins would fade, becoming few and far between. Communication would be more difficult, given the distance. Nothing would compare to having you by her side in all the ways she had for the past few years. 

It all hit her at once, like an icy slap to the face. She tried to stay strong for everyone, but it was one of the hardest pills that she’d ever had to swallow. 

When you called her over and wrapped your arms around her, it took every bit of courage she had to keep from breaking down. As you wiped her tears and held her close, she tried to commit the feeling of it all to memory. She wanted to store it somehow, so that her body could never forget it. Her nails dug into the material of your shirt with purpose, and you simply hugged her harder at the feeling. 

You had no idea that she was in love with you. You were oblivious to it in the most heartbreaking kind of way. But she knew it was too late to tell you now. Putting that on you in the midst of everything else didn’t feel right, no matter how much she wanted to shout it from the rooftops. She wanted to find a way to justify it, selfishly, so that she didn’t have to deal with the reality of it alone. She wondered if maybe, if things were different, you would’ve felt the same.

It killed her, knowing that she couldn’t have you. Knowing that you were slipping right through her fingers and she was powerless to stop it. She’d have to pretend to be unfazed from now on, but she knew anytime she’d enter the dorm or company building you’d be the first thing on her mind. 

Her eyes would automatically go to the spot you would’ve been in. Choreographies now arranged for seven would always feel a little foreign, in the back of her mind. All the little things were already piling up, and she didn’t think that time was capable of easing the strain they placed on her heart. When it came to someone like you, so interwoven into her daily life and routines, she couldn’t fathom even spending a full week apart.

But the kiss that you pressed to her cheek reminded her that you were still there for the moment. The brush of your soft skin against hers as she nuzzled her head into the crook of your neck brought her peace and calmed her down. 

For now, she could still reach out and touch you. She could call you whenever she wanted to. Whip up a snack for you and show her affection in all the many ways that she loved to. For now.

The company had informed you that they would only give you until the start of the next week to pack your things and find a new living situation before you were officially removed.

It was all so fast. Too fast, for any of them to properly handle. You all knew it would be one of those things that you never fully got over. Just one of life’s cruelties. 

But for the last few days that you had left together, the girls promised to remain at your side. Between packing and bouts of crying, you’d do your favorite activities together. Movies and ice cream would be used to cope, with your sobs excused by whatever sad displays were playing out on the TV. You could go out on the town, order in, sing karaoke in the early hours of the morning, relax quietly – anything. They were determined to make them some of the most special days that you’d ever known.

After all, you deserved nothing less. Their shining star: Y/N.

—------------

Time Jump

For a while, things were relatively fine in the aftermath. You settled into the routine of your new life, living on the outskirts of Seoul and working at a quaint coffee shop that had happened to be hiring. The owners graciously allowed you to live in the small apartment above the café, and they treated you well. 

The girls each found time to spend with you, whether it be to shop, relax somewhere together, or just catch a meal at one of your favorite restaurants. They called and texted often, always making sure that you were doing well and taking care of yourself. They never failed to mention how much they missed you and how boring things were without you. 

On exceptionally beautiful Spring and Summer days, Jiu would do her best to have a floral arrangement sent to you. Her favorite flowers were paired with the ones you loved most, and a big bow usually held them all together. Sometimes, a short handwritten note even accompanied them.

If you were craving a specific food and mentioned it online somewhere, every now and then someone (who you later found out was Sua) would have a fresh batch of it delivered to your doorstep. It didn’t happen very often, but when it did you felt so cared for. 

Siyeon made sure to include you in Dreamcatcher activities, whether it be by using your representative emoji / animal in posts or doing a certain hand sign that you had more or less claimed as your own during your time with them. It was subtle, but it meant the world to you.

Yoohyeon sent you letters and pictures from time to time. Following a short vacation to Jeju that the girls went on together, she sent you a handwritten letter and some polaroids that they took with you in mind. 

In a solo project that Dami did, she added some subtle call outs to your situation and how unfair it was. Clearly, she was still as upset about the situation as before, and she missed how things used to be.

They all even posted special messages on their Instagram accounts whenever your birthday rolled around, ensuring that you felt included. 

But, as all good things do, their efforts started to fade after a while. Their schedules picked up during comeback season; events were held that kept them tethered to either their practice rooms, beds, or the stage; and other avenues of life got in the way. 

They faced more backlash than before, too, on the rare occasions that they were seen out with you. Some fans were still supportive and glad to see you, but others expressed their wishes for you to get a life and accept that you weren’t a part of the group anymore. Their comments and heckling were hurtful, adding salt to your still-sensitive wound; but you knew it upset the girls on top of that, and arguably, that hurt you more than anything the haters could’ve ever said. 

By then, you’d grown used to the harsh comments about yourself. But the girls never did; anytime they read or heard them, their once-happy smiles would always fade, and the shine in their eyes would dim as they looked at you. So many emotions were present, yet they remained unspoken. A million things, all too big and complicated for words. 

You knew then that your time with them was dwindling. Every visit seemed to be a little shorter, or interruptions from the company would spring up. Juggling everything was weighing on them, and you could see it clear as day. 

So you decided then that you would distance yourself. For the sake of everyone, you let your connections slip away, just enough. You’d learned over the months that fading away gradually and quietly hurt the least and was the most effective, and so you chose that path. 

For the most part, it worked. Other than on major holidays or birthdays, they were too busy to stop you or change things. Their texts came in less frequently, and video calls were few and far between. 

Although it pained you, you learned to live without them. 

It was more difficult than you expected, especially in the beginning; you’d underestimated just how much they’d impacted even the smallest parts of your life. When good news came or you wanted to share something you’d learned, it was always your first instinct to pick up the phone and dial up their numbers. Sometimes you found yourself looking through old pictures and reminiscing on the memories that were tied to them.

But you had to let go of that. Those habits that you picked up after years of being around them didn’t serve you anymore, and you had to break them. 

When it rained, you no longer allowed yourself to remember the way that Yoohyeon would cling to you under your umbrella after realizing she had misplaced hers.

When the rich scents of the nearby forest flitted their way over towards the coffee shop, you didn’t let your mind wander onto what Siyeon was up to. 

The warmth of the Sun didn’t remind you of Jiu’s smile. 

Loud laughter from patrons didn’t conjure up an image of Sua anymore.

And quiet Fall afternoons passed by the turning pages of whatever book you were reading didn’t make you think of Dami’s quiet charm. 

You didn’t allow the little moments to take you back, because you knew you’d never want to leave that state of mind if they did. It was undoubtedly one of the hardest challenges you ever faced, but you did it nonetheless.

—------

Two Years Later

It all started in time with the changing of the seasons. You were certain of it.

As the anniversary of MINX’s disbandment neared, a heavy feeling came to visit you again, like an unwelcome guest. 

The warmth faded. What few leaves were left on the trees made their final leap to the solid ground below, joining the swaths of others there to wither away. The skies were cloudy a lot of the time, basking the new season in an eerie haze. It wasn’t satisfactory at all – nothing like what that time of year is usually like, and nothing like what people look forward to. The approaching holiday season was off to a lackluster start by all accounts. 

But you did your best to persevere. 

Your job kept you busy most of the time, and you were grateful for that. Had it not, you would’ve spent the hours stuck on the past and wondering what you would’ve been up to at a time like this. Fansigns? Behind the scenes for a new music video? Song writing?

Any lull in the flow of customers allowed you to think, and you didn’t want that. Having no thoughts seemed better than having too many, after all.

But on one fateful afternoon, something unexpected happened. Destiny intervened – interrupting the monotonous flow that your life had taken on – and enabled the universe to work its magic. 

In Your Apartment

You had just sat down to eat a nice late lunch that you had prepared. The café owners had left town to visit some relatives for the evening, and so they gave you the rest of the day off. 

The television in front of you came to life as you pressed the buttons of the remote, and a garbled stream of changing colors and graphics washed across the room as you flipped through the available channels in search of something worthwhile to watch. 

You eventually found something halfway decent and began eating. 

It was a simple sandwich that you had purchased from the store, paired with a salad. Nothing fancy, but it was still tasty. 

No more than five bites in, your phone began to ring on the coffee table in front of you. You sighed and reached out for it, ready to flip it over and see if it was someone you could ignore or not.

Once you saw who it was, though, you froze.

A smiling picture of Jiu lit up its screen, bright and achingly beautiful. It had been so long since she’d called that you almost forgot how to act.

Should you even answer?

“Hello?” You asked, attempting to hide the nervous lilt in your voice.

“Ah, Y/N,” she greeted, a smile evident in the words, “...hi.”

You sat your fork down, curious as to why she was calling you so out of the blue. 

“I was wondering if you’d like to hang out with the girls and I after our performance today. We’ve missed you a lot and we want to catch up,” she explained, as if she read your mind. She was straight to the point, and you both loved and hated that.

Part of you wanted her to trade the usual niceties that come when you haven’t talked to someone in a long time, but deep down you knew that reverting to small talk with her wouldn’t have felt quite right either. 

“I–”

“But it’s totally okay if you don’t want to!” She interrupted in a rush, pushing the words out like her life depended on it. 

Her panic was endearing; it almost sounded like a teenager asking out their crush, if you thought about it.

You chuckled lightly, oblivious to the way it made her heart speed up. “I was going to say that I’d love to, Jiu. What time?”

This could be a huge mistake, but she had a way of working past your defenses in an instant, even after all this time. 

Her sigh of relief was audible, though you were sure she didn’t intend for it to be. It just made you smile even more.

“We should be finished up here at Show Champion around seven, so how about eight? That’ll give us time to go to the dorm and freshen up first.”

Your smile faltered at her mention of the dorm. “Sounds good,” you agreed. “Where should I meet you?”

She pulled the phone away from her ear and called for the girls, quickly asking for suggestions. A bittersweet smile graced your lips at the image of them in your mind, all thinking hard and throwing out ideas while gathered around her. It brought back so many memories. 

Sua shouted her choice so loudly that even you heard it crystal clear. The rest of them took a few seconds to agree, and then Jiu put the phone back to her ear. 

“How about our favorite restaurant near the dorm? The one we would always go to at this time of year.”

“I’ll be there.” 

“I can’t wait. See you soon.”

-

You finished your meal and showered before spending nearly a lifetime picking out what you wanted to wear. You didn’t have many fancy clothes to choose from, especially on such short notice, but you managed to put together a nice outfit that was still casual enough for a night out. 

You wanted to do something special – to surprise the girls somehow – just as a way of thanking them for all they’d done. Seeing them would undoubtedly bring back a lot of feelings and memories, but you couldn’t say that you weren’t looking forward to it. You couldn’t remember the last time they’d been free enough to call you up and invite you out, or even when your own schedule had allowed you to be the one to initiate things. So, this once, you felt like indulging a little. Distancing could begin again later. 

Spending some time with them would surely do you some good in the meantime, anyway. At least that’s what you told yourself.

With a glance at the clock, you discovered that you still had plenty of time to throw together a quick little surprise for them. The plan came together in your mind on the fly, and everything seemed completely doable. 

You just crossed your fingers and hoped for the best as you left your apartment and locked the shop up. You really wanted this gesture to make them happy. 

—

The Four Leaf Clover

Your shoes made soft crunching noises as they treaded over the sidewalk, even and rhythmic with your stride. For once, you didn’t mind the chill that washed over your body when the wind blew; it was refreshing. Your mind was too busy wondering what the night would hold to feel upset about anything, really, and you cherished that. You couldn’t remember the last time that had happened. 

The familiar corner shop – your destination – came into view a couple of minutes later, comfortably lit and cozy looking. An old man – one of its owners – sat outside of it on a wooden chair, completing a puzzle. He greeted you with a warm smile and seated bow, and you reciprocated before heading inside.

A small bell above the door announced your entrance.

“Welcome,” a feminine voice chimed, slightly worn with age. 

“Hi, Mrs. Park,” you smiled, approaching the counter. 

“My, my. It’s been too long, Y/N. How have you been?”

You took a breath. 

“Fine; I can’t complain. And you?” 

“Still kicking, sweetie. That’s all I can ask for.” She chuckled to herself. 

You nodded, regarding her. She still looked the same as you remembered. The years hadn’t even given her another wrinkle yet.

“So,” she started, “What can I get for you?”

“I’d like a custom arrangement: just seven pretty flowers with a nice bow.”

She hummed at the simple request. “And what kind of flowers will you be needing?”

“Oh, I um…” Somehow you hadn’t thought that far ahead. “I’m not sure, actually.”

“Don’t worry,” she mitigated. “I can pick them out for you. Who are they for? And what’s the occasion?”

Your shoulders relaxed a little, put at ease. 

“For some friends,” you explained. “We haven’t seen each other in a while.”

As you pictured all seven of them, Jiu stood out in your mind, like usual. The owner eyed you, studying the unconscious smile on your lips. 

“Friends, huh?” She teased. 

You opened your mouth to respond, but she didn’t let you. 

“I’ll have it ready in a jiffy. Hang tight, sweetheart.” She turned and pushed her way past the swinging doors that led to the back, shuffling off to put together your arrangement. 

You took the next few minutes to leisurely stroll around the small shop and admire all the creations it had to offer. Handmade crafts, knick knacks, and fresh bouquets were displayed beautifully. Small hand written signs indicated their prices, hanging near them or leaning on their stands. The marker lines on them were a little shaky, showing that whoever wrote them had done so with a trembling hand. 

The little details like that, seemingly so insignificant, showcased just how much effort the two of them put into the store. 

They’d been running it ever since you could remember. Having grown up nearby and attended your training at the company, you were never very far from it. When you moved into the dorm with the girls, it only brought you closer. The place almost always stayed busy, being frequented by families and supporters alike at all times of the year. 

Specials were given during exam season, because the Parks were aware of the stress that families were already under. They still wanted the students’ efforts to be celebrated. 

Those in mourning were given discounts on funeral arrangements to lessen their burdens.

Holiday events were hosted towards the end of the year, giving people the chance to come in and learn to properly decorate their own arrangements. Refreshments were provided, and they never failed to bring out the festive joy that that time of year is known for. Classes were taught by Mrs. Park, with her husband handing out supplies and ensuring everyone was well taken care of. 

Even when one of them was ill, the store stayed open. They made a promise to each other to keep their doors open for as long as possible, and they stayed true to that. 

That kind of consistency is beyond rare. 

You can only imagine how many days they saved by simply being open. Birthdays, funerals, anniversaries, parties, house warmings… you name it, they’ve saved it. 

It made you smile to yourself in a grateful kind of way, as your fingertips traced along the side of an antique clock on the counter. This tiny store, so unassuming and quaint, housed so many memories for so many people. 

What a beautiful thing it was.

—

“Seven orange alstroemerias,” Mrs. Park called, signaling that she was finished. 

You padded your way back over to her and found her zhuzhing up a beautiful array of them. They were vibrant and open wide, flaunting their colors. 

“They symbolize devotion and friendship,” she informed. 

“They’re perfect. Thank you so much.” 

Your fingertips skated over the silky material of the bow she had wrapped around them. It was prettier than you ever could’ve imagined.

She smiled deeply. “No problem, sweetheart.”

“How much do I owe you?” You inquired, reaching into your pocket for your cash.

“Twelve dollars.”

When you handed her the total amount, she took it into her small hands and pressed some buttons on the register to enter it in.

You peered down into the bouquet as you slid it closer to yourself, and a flash of red amongst the sea of orange caught your eye, nestled a little further down than all the others. Its petals were far different, too.

“Oh, ma’am,” you said, catching her attention before she could hand your change back. “You put an extra flower in here. A rose.”

“Oh, did I?” She tutted, but her response gave you the feeling that it wasn’t such an accident after all. “Go ahead and keep it, then. Free of charge,” she waved her hand into the air. “I’m sure you can find someone to give it to.”

She absolutely did that on purpose. The tell-tale smile on her lips as she handed you your change sold her out on the spot.

“Thank you.”

“You're welcome, honey. Have a good evening.”

You smiled just the same as her, finally on the same wavelength. “You, too.”

—-----

Show Champion 

The flowers rested in the crook of your elbow as you sent a quick text on your phone, letting your friend know that you were outside the building. The wind blew rather harshly as you waited for a reply; it rippled over your long overcoat and nipped at your cheeks, stinging your skin. 

Go-eun, the woman you were waiting on, had worked here ever since you were still a part of MINX. It was here that you first met her, all that time ago, and an easy-going friendship had blossomed almost immediately. Despite everything that had happened over the past few years, she had remained your friend and stayed in touch through it all. You were beyond glad to have her.

Before long, an outside door creaked open and her smiling face emerged. She had on a headset that connected her to the action that was happening inside. 

Her hand raised to it and she pressed a button as she motioned you inside. You stepped through the threshold and shook the cold off. 

“I owe you one.”

Her head swayed lightly and she waved a dismissing hand. “Don’t mention it. It’s the least I can do.”

“Thank you, Go-eun. Really.”

Her smile simply deepened in response, and she sent you a thumbs up for encouragement. You had explained your plan over the phone on your way to the performance hall, and she herself was excited to see it unfold. 

“Go get ‘em.”

You parted ways and headed down the side hallway towards the waiting rooms for the artists. The layout was still somewhat familiar from your time as an idol, but they had clearly rearranged some things in your absence. Your hands gripped the flowers a little harder, ringing their stems unconsciously.

After some walking, you rounded one final corner and were greeted by a sight that made your breath hitch tightly in your throat. 

Jiu’s laughter filled the hall as she exited a room, leading all the other girls out. They were joking about something that Sua had said, and they lightly jostled each other around. Gahyeon and Handong, the two new members, looked radiant in the dark outfits that their stylists had prepared. They fit into the group seamlessly, filling your shoes in some ways that you never could’ve. 

From what you had seen of them during your occasional bouts of watching Dreamcatcher’s content, it was easy to see how much they shined. They deserved every good thing in the world; they worked hard to achieve their dreams, just the same as the rest of you. They were talented; you could see why they were chosen for a task as daunting as a rebranding. 

No hard feelings existed between you, but your heart undeniably ached at the sight of them all together. Yet again, you were stuck on the outside looking in. 

From idol to fan, just like that. The beheld to the admirer. It still got to you.

“Y/N?”

Yoohyeon was the first to notice you. Her voice was small and full of cautious hope. She didn’t want to blink and find out that she was imagining things.

“Hi, Yooh. Miss me?” You smiled sadly, tilting your head. 

Her lip quivered in response. She always was the most emotional out of all of them.

Despite the loudness of the stage further away in the building, the hallway had fallen almost completely silent. It rang in your ears. The drop of a pen could be heard. 

The rest of them turned in your direction at the sound of your voice. Jiu locked eyes with you; her brows knitted together pitifully, like she wanted to cry, too. 

“What’re you doing here?” Incredulity shimmered in her tone.

The others perked up behind her, regarding you in quiet astonishment. They never expected you to be here.

Down the hall, near where Go-eun was peeking out at the crowd through a curtain, a security officer pressed the button of his walkie-talkie and spoke an order into it. He was keeping watch, making sure things ran smoothly.

You smiled to yourself and reached into the bouquet to retrieve the rose. Once it was freed, you outstretched it to Jiu. Her fingertips brushed against its petals as she glanced at the others. She realized then that hers was the only rose.

You were able to watch that fact dawn on her, filling her with hope. 

Could this mean that you…

“I wanted to surprise you all and show my support,” you explained. “I hope you–”

It all happened in a flash.

“Stop right there!” A booming voice shouted suddenly. Quick-moving footsteps, heavy and dull as they resounded against the floor, accompanied it.

Just as Sua stepped forward to see what the commotion was, two men approached either side of you and roughly grabbed you by the arms. 

None of you had thought that their warning was aimed at you.

The flowers all fell to the ground, getting stomped on by their careless feet. 

“Hey!” Dami exclaimed in response. 

You struggled against them, tugging on your arms in an attempt to be freed. Despite the attempts you made to explain who you were, they didn’t listen.

“We’re sorry, ladies.” They addressed the girls, “She must’ve managed to sneak her way back here from the crowd.”

Your heart sank. They thought you were just another fan. 

Jiu stepped forward, extending a hand to you.

Siyeon spoke up, “But she’s–”

They smugly shook their heads, and one of them raised a hand to stop her. “Don’t worry, we’ll get her out of your hair.”

Sua looked at them like they were insane. As they turned on their heels and harshly pulled you along, she marched behind them and grabbed the sleeve of one of their uniforms. 

“Yah, saekki, she’s not just a fan!” She shouted. 

They turned around, looking embarrassed and caught off guard by her use of language. “What?”

“She’s our friend. Now let her go.”

If looks could kill, those two men would’ve dropped dead on the spot. They released you in an instant and apologized, quickly bowing multiple times to everyone to show their so-called respect. They rushed away, returning to their posts immediately after.

In their wake, the hallway returned to silence. Blaring, awful silence. 

Although the encounter was over fairly quickly and was now resolved, the damage had been done. 

Yoohyeon approached you and tried to fix your mussed clothes, but you caught her hands before she could. You held them in your own, looking past her at the mangled bouquet on the ground, completely ruined. Aside from being pissed off, the girls all looked distressed and sad. Gahyeon and Handong averted their gazes, feeling ashamed. Jiu was almost teary eyed; Sua was shaking her head in anger; Siyeon went quiet; and Dami had her jaw set with a look of contempt on her face. Staggered curses fell from their lips.

In a matter of just a couple minutes, their happiness had soured and turned into this. What could’ve been a wonderful moment was now marred by your presence and the chaos that you brought along. 

You never should have come here. 

“I-I’m sorry, everyone.”

You dropped Yoohyeon’s hands and turned around, briskly striding towards the side door that you had entered. Tears of embarrassment stung your eyes, and you quickly swiped them away.

Go-eun looked concerned as you approached, but you just shook your head at her and left with a promise of explaining later. The wind was somehow even colder than before as you rushed out the door, and once it mixed with your salty tears you finally let yourself go. 

Fresh ones fell freely, replacing the others that threatened to dry from the wind. You sat down outside of the building and pressed your back against the frigid surface of the wall. Your forehead came to rest on your knees as you cried, feeling stupid. 

Why had you ever expected that to work out? You were such an idiot. 

Gahyeon reached down and picked up the bouquet, frowning. Sua and Siyeon had left directly after you to reprimand the security officers, and Dami was comforting a teary Yoohyeon. Jiu still held her rose in her hands, turning it over and over. 

She glanced back at the girls and nodded before heading after you. In the small gap that existed between her belt and the outside of her pants, she slid the stem of her rose. With it secured in place, she quickly treaded down the hallway.

When she slipped out the side door and saw you curled up, her heart broke. You raised your head at the sound of the heavy metal latching back into place behind her, and inadvertently met her gaze.

You stood up and wiped the rest of your tears before walking in the opposite direction. You didn’t even give her a chance to speak.

Although she was taken aback, she didn’t stall in going after you. Not anymore.

“Go back inside, Jiu.”

“No.”

You walked further down the sidewalk, tucking your hands into your pockets. “If you stick around me, I’ll just end up causing more problems.”

“Don’t say that, Y/N!” She scolded, sounding even more upset than she was inside. She had no reason to be, since you were just removing yourself from the situation. She wouldn’t have to worry about you anymore this way.

“Why shouldn’t I? It’s true, and we both know it!” You returned, exasperated. “You don’t have to pretend otherwise for my sake.”

“I’m not pretending,” she pressed, following after you. Her outfit wasn’t suitable for the weather, but the emotions coursing through her numbed her to the chill. This exchange hurt her more than the wind ever could, anyway. Why did you insist so hard on leaving?

“Just stop,” you said over your shoulder, not bothering to turn around. “Maybe another day,” you said, in reference to your plans.

You were far too upset to enjoy the night after all that, and awkwardly pretending that it didn’t happen would be just as painful.

“No!” She erupted, grabbing your arm and spinning you around. Your jaw went a little slack at the suddenness of it; this was a totally new side of her. 

“I’m sick of waiting, Y/N. That’s all I’ve ever done when it comes to you, and I’m not doing it anymore.”

Your brows furrowed. “What are you talking about?”

Her features were strikingly beautiful – so sharp. Their jaded edges displayed everything she was feeling, despite your inability to read them. You were still just as oblivious as ever.

She snuck a hurried glance around the both of you before pulling you over to the side of the building. She pushed you against it directly after, catching you off guard. Her arms wound around your middle as she moved to hold you close.

You had half the inclination to ask what she was doing, but the feeling of her mouth on yours interrupted those thoughts before they could even finish forming. 

Her lips kissed a reply against yours, saying all the words she never could before. 

I love you, they pressed, urgent and hard enough to bruise.

I always have, they whispered without words, soft in their reassurance. 

A million confessions flowed from them to yours, spreading like the strawberry gloss that painted them so beautifully. She couldn’t possibly have cared less about the messy state you were putting her in; she lived for the way you came alive in her arms, kissing her back with just as much passion as she felt herself. It was a confirmation that the feelings she had were mutual in the best type of way. 

A muffled sigh left you as you brought your arms up to wrap around her neck and draw her in closer. She pressed the length of her body against yours, molding to you like never before. Her hands gripped your hips possessively, begging you to stay for once in your life and see this through. She was afraid to let go again.

Her teeth captured your bottom lip as you tilted your head to the side, granting her more access. She took the opportunity to deepen the kiss without a second thought, releasing her inhibitions. She lost herself in your taste – in the feel of you. It was everything that she’d hoped for and more after spending so many years waiting. 

You were like Heaven to touch. 

The perfume on your neck drew her under as her lips trailed over your sensitive skin there, leaving a mark in their wake. 

She smiled when your hand fisted in her hair, returning the desperation that she felt. Her head was in the clouds. 

“Please don’t ever run away like that again,” she whispered against your jawline, allowing her lips to brush it in the process. “What happened wasn’t your fault.” She left small kisses behind as little reminders of her love for you. 

“Just because things went sideways in there doesn’t mean we don’t want you around. We’ve all missed you so much, Y/N/N… you have no idea.”

“I’m sorry.”

She pulled away enough to touch her nose to yours, moving it side to side. When you laughed at the feeling, she smiled. 

“The girls and I need you more than you know. They love you, and I…” she paused, swallowing nervously, “I love you. I have for a long time now.”

You stole another quick kiss from her lips, rewarding her for her confession. “Me too.”

Her thumbs rubbed comforting patterns against your hips. “Then will you stay? Please?”

You took a deep breath of the evening air to bring you back to your senses. You were still reeling, if you were honest, and thinking straight wasn’t something you felt very capable of with the woman of your dreams holding you in her arms like she was. Her kiss-swollen lips pouted, only further corrupting you. 

“I’ll stay,” you nodded. “And we can still go to the restaurant.”

She pulled away and did a little victory dance that had you smiling in an instant. Her face brightened, donning a beautiful smile as she cheered. She was such a dork that you almost couldn’t stand it. 

If any paparazzi were lurking nearby, her questionable choice of celebratory dance moves would’ve undoubtedly been a larger scandal then the kisses you shared. 

“Alright, alright,” you interrupted after a few seconds, stepping forward and grabbing her wrist to stop her. “We get the idea.”

“I’m just so happy,” she cooed, gazing into your eyes with so much love you nearly swooned at the mere sight of it. 

“So are we,” Sua said from nearby all of a sudden.

“AHHH!” Both you and Jiu let out a scream of terror at the same time.

“How long have you been standing there?!” Jiu barked, recovering with a hand over her heart.

Sua pursed her lips, thinking for a second. “Just long enough to see your dance.”

“Very interpretive,” Siyeon narrowed her eyes and nodded, giving a thumbs up. She slung her arm around Sua’s shoulder as she came to stand beside her.

Yoohyeon and Dami appeared behind them a few seconds later, attempting to suppress their laughter. “You guys didn’t hear the door latch? It’s like a hundred years old.” Yoohyeon giggled. 

You cleared your throat, blushing more than you would’ve liked to. “I guess we were a little preoccupied.”

“Yeah, about to fuc–” Gahyeon began.

“Language!” The unnies all shouted in unison, interrupting the youngest member. She rolled her eyes, but an amused smile rested on her lips regardless as she neared the group as well. It grew wider when she looked at you, causing her eyes to form into little crescents. 

Handong was the last to show herself, but it was for a good reason. 

The bouquet was cradled in her hands, still wrapped in the paper and bow that it came with. Tape was wound around every broken piece of the flowers’ stems, making them semi-straight again. All of the girls had done their best to repair the damage that the guards had done, and that simple gesture alone made you want to cry all over again. The sentiment was unexpected but beyond welcome. 

“We’re really excited to spend the evening with you, Y/N,” Handong spoke, soft and smooth. “The girls talk about you all the time.”

You glanced around at all of them, finally feeling content in a way you hadn’t since you left the dorm all that time ago. So much love and adoration shined in their eyes for you, clear as day. For you, they’d do just about anything.

And while things wouldn’t ever be quite the same as they were before, you knew then that the girls would forge a new future with you in it, however they needed to. They never wanted to lose you again, and something about this time felt different. Deep down in your heart, you knew it would last.

As their arms all wrapped around you in the group hug that Sua initiated, you let your eyes fall shut. 

“I’m excited, too,” you said, smiling to yourself. 

And for the first time in a long time, you really meant it. 

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[kingmaker-a]

Ecdysis | Yoohyeon

Hogwarts AU

Slytherin!Reader x Slytherin!Yoohyeon

Main Cast: Yoohyeon, Yoongi, Ryujin, Jackson, Yeji, Olivia Hye

Warnings: Implications of reader not being a good person when they first met Yoohyeon, reader still isn't a good person technically, violence both mundane and magical.

Word Count: 14.6K

Genre: Fluff, slight hint of angst and slice of life

Premise: An exploration of a friendship built on a rocky foundation as it slowly blossoms into something more.

A/N: I was supposed to take a break after Minutes Before, but somehow @sanccharine and @foolish-sparrow managed to infect me with a heavy amount of hogwarts brain rot. This was only supposed to be a drabble at best, yet here we are. Also Happy Yoohyeon Day! Even if I only managed to slide this in on the last hour for me. Half of this was written in the last 36 hours, don't mistake that for a symbol of pride, but a warning label.

You do it almost without thinking, hands soft and gentle. There’s a cunningness to your ruse, a pressed almost genuine smile.

The sound of music echoes distantly so, muffled and restrained in the alcoves

“Come now, there’s plenty of time to bully the muggle snake later,” arms wrapped over foreign shoulders. “We should be enjoying the festivities.”

You offer a hidden wink, to your dear muggle

You huddle closer to the troublemakers, a hushed whisper. “I heard there’s a stash of alcohol hidden in the boy’s dormitory.”

You hear the giggle of excitement, a step ever closer to a trap. You make your way through the Slytherin common room, a melting pot of elation and disregard. The music slowly bounces with the tide of dancing snakes.

A snake den by any other name.

Off key singing rings through your ears as you guide the flies to the trap.

Yoongi catches your gaze, a subtle nod is all it takes to ensure his silence and his protection, there’s a glimmer of a smirk on his lips as he mouths his room number.

Still there’s a slight tremble in their shoulders, a hesitancy.

A little more honey to sweeten the pot.

“Rumour has it our lovely prefect Yoongi is the one who snuck it in,” a smile lined with poison.  

A carrot to hide the stick.

You watch as the gears turn, mumbles trail between the two of them.

There’s the glimmer of cunning caught in their teeth, “-that way he gets in the real trouble.”

You roll your eyes, cresting the border of Yoongi’s dorm room. Their eyes linger on you expectantly.

A faked laugh, “it’d seem I forgot my wand in the heat of the moment,” your hands pat idly at your pockets.

“You’d truly be a godsend if you could get this door open,”  a honeyed smile.

You watch as they fumble quickly with their wands, twisted and rushed chants of “alohomora,” unlock the door.

Two wands, you note. 

Easy enough.

Still your brain tosses with the idea of less harm, tossing them into the boys dorm and simply locking the door.

But then the message wouldn’t be sent.

You peer into the dark abyss, this was their last chance to escape your wrath.

Though you doubted they realised how much danger they were in.

Light pools on the tip of each of their wands.

“Where did you hear he hid it?” One of them asks.

“On the far end over there,” you gesture, wand hidden but at the ready. They skulk slowly to their prized location, you can’t help the smile that dances across your lips.

Redeemed though you might be, there was pleasure to be had in punishing the unsavoury.

“Colloportus,” you whisper aided with the swish of your wand.

The door slams suddenly and violently, there’s a startled snap of each of their necks. 

“Expelliarmus.”

Blood crusts your knuckles, compounding on each strike, yours or theirs you didn’t care, there was something satisfyingly personal about using your hands.

Every witch or wizard worth their salt was decent at wand work… Well not as good as you.

That was beside the point.

A wild swing brings you back to the present, clipping you square in the jaw. Pain radiates as a trickle of blood lingers on your lips. 

Your hand brushes away such distractions, a real genuine smile etches itself on your lips. “Huh, here I was thinking all purebloods sucked without their wands.”

There’s a flash of fear in the dimly lit room, muffled groans from their accomplice.

There was no student among the populace that could match you, wand or fists. 

At least among Slytherin, after all pride comes before the fall.

“What do you even want, Sly?” There’s a wince as you approach their hands nursing various bruises. 

Your hand grips tightly against their locks tugging ever so tautly. There’s a glimmer of anger as you peer down at them. “Kim Yoohyeon?”

There’s a hint of lingering confusion, “the mudblood snake?”

Your hand grips your wand, a scowl lingers on your lips. 

A piercing red light slowly flutters through the air, held aloft by your wand, you speak barely through clenched teeth. “I will curse you within an inch of your life, if you ever call her that again.”

Your teeth flare at the thought as your grip tightens, “or if you’re anything less than cordial… Do I make myself clear?”

There’s a weak, almost whimpering nod.

“Then you only get one more for the road,” your fist collides with their stomach, a soft muffled groan is all the release as your grip loosens as they crumble to the floor.

“Leave in about five to ten minutes, can’t have anyone thinking we got up to anything illicit,” there’s a crumb of laughter at the edge of your lips.

It almost feels like a different dimension when you leave Yoongi’s dorm room, assailed suddenly by a sudden heat and echoes of music.

The acts you committed seemed foreign and distant, enacted by hands that weren’t your own. 

You truly wonder how a younger you would react.

Your father would just be glad you finally had a passion, even if it was in a direction that he’d consider less than ideal.

The old wand pusher could up and croak for all you care.

Actually that would be a little far, you wished the old bastard nothing but good health.

Lest you be saddled with actual responsibility.

You part through a sea of jubilant youth, eyes burn into you with each, a shrug is all you can afford for such a common occurrence. 

Still there's a subtle difference you can't quite place your finger on. 

You needed a drink, well not that kind of drink. 

Violence is a tiring affair after all. 

You're able to find a smattering of your dear friends, the quidditch team. 

“How’s my favourite beater?” Jackson Wang, team captain and keeper. 

A roll of your eyes, as your eyes linger on Ryujin tugging at Yoongi’s sleeve. “You say that to both of us I’m sure of it.”

A smirk lines his teeth, an offered wink as he pats your shoulder. “But only my favourite notices.”

You watch a flash of concern knit his eyebrows, yet he’s pulled into the sea of merriment before he can voice any of his concerns.

The sea parts with a wide berth for a brief moment, a scowl hangs thick on Yoongi’s otherwise neutral face. 

Yeji hangs behind him this time, your eyes glimmering across her prefect badge, a matching pair with Yoongi’s own.

The pair of chasers were often welcomed in your company.

“No Ryujin?” You taunt.

There’s a roll of his eyes, a look of can we please have this conversation later. You were always one to push the envelope, though for the sake of merriment you’d cut him some slack.

“As long as you get it sorted before finals,” you shrug, still there’s a glimmer of a smile on your lips.

He shuffles on his feet, switching from foot to foot. His fingers drum along his chin, a twisted smirk. 

“You know,” his smirk deepens, “I wouldn’t mind having you protect me instead of Ryujin. Being best buds and all.”

The drawl of his voice is suddenly irritating in its low cadence. “I think I’ll stick to Seeker protection duty thank you~ As tempting as your offer is.”

His smile sours ever so slightly as Yeji taps his shoulder, thumb pointed to the throngs of Slytherin behind her.

“Speaking of our dear Seeker, why don’t you keep her company? I’m busy with…” his eyes dance over the ceiling. “Prefect duties.”

You knew a lie when you heard one, however, lucky for Yoongi, Yoohyeon was your priority.

Still his hands work quickly, a hidden language known only between the two of you. A relic from a shared youth.

His eyes linger in the directions of the dorms. 

“Trash taken out?”

“For now? It always piles up.”

A brief but sharp chuckle, as he’s pulled towards his duties. 

You dance ever so slightly through rough seas, making your way over to your favourite snake.

A stray drink manages to find its way into your hand, probably by Jackson’s will.

Her smile is deep and warm as you catch her eye, her arms raised for a hug before her arms falter and crumble. There’s a concern clouds her features, her fingers point to her lips.

Oh, how you wish it was here asking for a kiss.

“What happened to your lip?”

You laugh a soft chuckle, “got into a fight.”

You couldn’t lie to her. Eyes narrowing as she moves closer, inspecting every detail of your face.

Even someone as cold-blooded as you struggle under a microscope. A smile bristles across her lips.

“Trip down the stairs again?” Her fingers gently graze across your lips, focus furrows her brow as she draws her wand. 

Normally unease would crawl across your skin, battle hardened nerves reduced to mush at her gentle caress. 

Her wand moves with defined grace, a subtle whisper shared between the two of you, “episkey.”

A cold-hot sensation bubbles through your bottom lip as it slowly stitches together. Her thumb traces over your repaired wound.

You have to fight the urge to press a kiss into her hand.

A pleased smile dances across her lips, “Good as new,” she beams, “don’t go fighting any stairs again though~”

“I fall down one flight of stairs in my first year,” you pinch your nose, the tiniest lick of a frown. 

Her smile deepens before shifting over the crowd, “Where’d Yoongs go?”

A chuckle bubbles across your lips, “He’d be less than pleased hearing you call him that,” your head lists to the side, a bored expression and a shrug, “where do you think?”

She leans back, taking a swig of your drink. Worries linger at the edge of your breath. 

“Duties.”

“Duties,” the bite of a familiar voice, Olivia. There’s the briefest flicker of a smile as she settles opposite the two of you. 

Yoohyeon places your drink against the counter, you notice a familiar inkling of worry on Olivia’s face, “Butterbeer?” A hushed whisper.

She swipes the mug before you can even answer, a pleased hum as she imbibes. 

“Sure,” a sigh and a roll of your eyes. “Everybody help yourself to my drink.”

She quickly returns the vessel to the counter, eyes wide in a hint of panic. 

A rare look for your junior, “sorry…” Her eyes flicker to Yoohyeon, busy entertaining Jackson, hands keeping him grounded in his hype. 

“Didn’t realise it was a you and Yoohyeon thing.” she gulps back, hand wiping back a stray trail of amber liquid, her tongue flicks over the liquid.

A frown, though you suppose it was more of a neutral expression for her. Her eyes bounce back towards your dear Seeker, “looks like we don’t have to worry about her getting drunk at least.”

You release a held breath, not to say Yoohyeon was a particularly bad drunk. It was just easier to protect her when she was sober, she was as manic as a pixie otherwise.

Fun nonetheless.

A scoff lines your throat, “it’s not a me and Yoohyeon thing,” you quickly point out, a twitch of a smirk on Olivia’s lips. 

Her eyes narrow as you pull out your wand, a flick of your wand refills your cup, a soft sip against your lips.

“Help yourself,” your lips smack with your own wry smirk. “Not that it stopped you earlier~”

You feel the grip of a bear clasp over your hand, was she always this strong? 

Your brain instantly runs through the scenarios of a fight, old gears begin to work. Normally, you’d win any fight under the sun and moon, with or without a wand. But as her grip tightens, her free hand slowly draws her own wand. You’re left to consider some potential exceptions.

Your free hand teases your own wand, if she disarmed you there was a small chance you’d actually lose.

Her eyes however aren’t focused on you in the slightest, they’re embedded deep in Jackson’s and Yoohyeon’s conversation. His smile dances much like it had with you.

You roll your eyes, still his eyes shift over to Olivia for the briefest moment, her hand stiffens against her wand, hidden out of view.

Your survival instincts instantly silence, she was certainly up to something to say the least. 

As soon as Jackson’s gaze returns to Yoohyeon, Olivia’s wand moves in a hushed flurry.

“Muffliato.” 

Not what you expected, she was hardly the one to have a hushed conversation, still her eyes snap to you in the instance she’s sure it’s worked.

Your eyes knit together, there’s a thrum of frustration that dances in her eyes. 

A soft cough pushes her words forward, “Sly?”

She winces slightly at the sound of her own voice, “What do you do on a date?”

Your brows bubble with surprise, a hand pressed to your chest. You weren’t particularly close to Olivia, your focus mostly held by a combination of Yoongi, Ryujin and Yoohyeon.

Yoohyeon had climbed to the top of that pyramid in recent years.

You choke on your own breath, sputtering ever so desperately for each breath. 

Still you remain focused even in spite of the surprise, you quickly clear your throat.

“You’re asking me?” Your eyes shift to Yoohyeon. “Yoongi’s pretty popular and so is Jackson. Hell Ryujin is a good bet.”

She rolls her eyes, teeth grazing against her tongue. She huffs ever so softly.

“I’m asking you for a reason Sly,” her arms cross vehemently, there’s a stickle of a frown, deeper than her usual expression. “I care about this person a lot and I don’t wanna screw it up.”

Ah, your tongue clicks with the realisation, her eyes shift over Yoohyeon, a knowing glance at you.

Well that definitely removed Jackson and Ryujin from the forum of advice.

“Still, I haven’t made any progress with her,” you already spy the laughter at the edge of her lips as the words leave your lips. “I’m sure Yoongi would be a good confidant.”

An annoyed scowl settles across her lips, pitched with a roll of her eyes, “and get the protective older brother routine as an only child? No thanks.”

“Right, right.” You nod, pushing the cup towards her. Your brain flutters with ideas, alight with the grace of the night sky. “Did you ask them or?”

There’s a soft shake of her head as she takes a swig. “No, they asked me.”

“Then, I don’t know what the problem is?” your head tilts to the side, “it’s their job to impress you.”

She pushes the drink back to you, still anxiety dances in her eyes. Maybe there was something you were missing.

Your fingers dance along the edge of the cup, “when’s the date?”

“We agreed to sometime after finals.”

Sensible, you didn’t want her brain clouded or upset before the game.

“What house?” An innocent question, a deep swig of your drink.

She frowns, softly and cute. A rare look for sure. “...Gryffindor.”

You choke once again, liquid spilling past your lips and out of your nose. 

Far from a good look, you were just glad Yoohyeon hadn’t caught sight of the incident.

“I can see why you didn’t want Jackson to know?” You wheeze between coughs, “Aren’t you worried more about the outcome of finals affecting the date?”

She shrugs, taking another drink.

Your eyebrows knit together, there’s the slight wince of utter confusion laced underneath, “do you not understand the gravity of the situation?”

She cocks an eyebrow.

“Have you been on a date before?” The question is a simple one, soft and supple.

Her features dance at a slow pace, you catch the very moment she considers lying before it slowly glimmers into dust, “...no,” her features deepen akin to a cobra before they strike. “But I doubt you’ve been on one.”

The bite belies vulnerability, still there was that one date with Karina at Hogsmeade. 

You needed to focus, bile fills your throat. It was to go against your nature to be soft, vulnerable and kind. 

Even Olivia is surprised by the way your fingers dust her knuckles. “I don’t matter in this equation, any ravenclaw would tell you that.”

Your words drift slowly through the air. “But just be yourself and if they have a problem with that I’ll sort them out.”

There’s a slow soft drag to the roll of her eyes, delicate like snowflakes, her tongue teases the glimmer of a smirk hidden also barely to all except for you.

The charm fades as Yoohyeon’s attention returns to the two of you, there’s almost a knowing glint in her eyes, knuckles pressed to your knee, her thumb tracing circles.

Still, she keeps up the ruse. “We were talking about Yoongi weren’t we?”

Olivia’s finger traces the rim of your cup, “are we still stuck on the Ryujin vs Yeji debate?”

“I’m personally on team Ryujin, maybe she’s turning over a new leaf?” you offer, but Olivia is having none of it. “I mean she’s also been my homegirl since we were kids.”

She gives you a reluctantly understanding nod, “they’ll make a hufflepuff out of you yet,” her eyes flicker over to Yoohyeon. “You?’

A frown dances slowly across Yoohyeon's lips, “I’m sorry, I’m with Sly on this one.”

Her fingers drum along her temples, “why am I not surprised?”

There’s an exasperation to her tone, “still a cop out.”

“Then why is your side of the coin so much shinier?”

“Well I’m glad you asked,” a smile saunters across her lips, a dancing glimmer of mischief lingers in her eyes.

You half expect her to pull out a highly detailed journal of notes or you suppose a muggle powerpoint as Yoohyeon would say.

Yoohyeon’s eyes tell you, you’ve opened a can of worms.

Still, she notices the silent exchange between you and Yoohyeon, a frown settles once again. “Friends to lovers is good but what about opposites attract?”

Yoohyeon’s eyes narrow for the tiniest microsecond, before a smile flares across her lips. “Opposites?”

“Quiet nerdy person and the popular jock, cats and dogs,” she muses, her eyes drifting like clouds in the sky. 

A wry smirk lines your lips.

“Slytherin and Gryffindor.”

Her eyes snap to you instantly, knife-like with their edge, eyes narrowing with focused precision. 

“Violent troublemaker and the golden retriever,” she bites back.

You weren’t one to back down from a fight, your own eyes narrowing against Olivia’s like cowboys at noon.

“Chaser and Keeper.”

Her tongue clicks with the slightest tinge of frustration, yet a smirk still dances across her lips.

“Pureblood and Muggle.”

Touche.

Yoohyeon pouts in thought, the slightest hum trickles through her lips, “wouldn’t that encompass Ryujin and Yoongi too then?”

“Wel-”

“Flirtatious and Aloof,” her hands clap together, the flurry of an epiphany a light by a gasp. “Wouldn’t that make them the best of both?”

“I guess?” Trailed by a defeated sigh.

Her lips drum up a warm, gummy smile, her eyes soften over Olivia, “Any particular reason you like opposites attract so much?”

It's in these rare moments that you realise why Yoohyeon is a Slytherin, her warmth pulls the truth with questions crafted with her smarts.

You attract more flies with honey rather than vinegar.

“Well, uh,” she hesitates, eyes dancing over the crowded common room. Her head cocks to the head slightly. 

“I think Jackson is calling me,” she mumbles departing from the table.

There’s a pleased smirk on Yoohyeon’s lips as she settles into her seat, “crush on a Gryffindor kid?”

“Date actually,” her features dance the briefest flicker of surprise, a slow impressed nod.

She smiles, “I’m excited for her.”

Still your eyebrows knit together,curiosity takes the wheel. “How’d you know it was a Gryffindor kid?”

An all too pleased smirk lines her lips, if it was anyone else you’d enjoy the prospect of knocking it off, instead there’s a brief flutter in your heart.

“There’s a muggle spell called lip reading,” she mocks with a radiant chuckle, her lips running over the edge of your cup. A pleased hum as liquid touches her palate.

There’s a glimmer of a frown as she places it back on the table, thinly-veiled annoyance. “I’ll go grab some mo-”

A flick of your wand and the cup bubbles and fizzes with more liquid. 

Joy hums through her throat, you had no doubt that her tail would be wagging if she had one. 

She imbibes once again, a refreshed ahh, crests her lips. “You really gotta teach me that charm.”

“You teach me something, I’ll teach you something,” normally you’d try to skew things more in your favour, but Yoohyeon was an obvious exception.

Actually the entire quidditch team you mused.

She nods slowly before her gaze twitches suddenly caught on a hook by a stray thought. “How’d you know it was the keeper?”

Your eyes narrow, “Lucky guess? How’d you know?”

Her own eyes narrow against yours, a smile curves the edges of her lips. A chuckle.

“Lucky guess? More intuition I guess,” she muses, there’s a twinkle of a story in the edges of her eyes. 

“You haven’t seen how frustrated she gets whenever we play against Gryffindor?”

“What?” A twist of your neck. “No?”

Too focused on your job, too focused on her in general. 

“Well you know Olivia… She’s usually so on to it, but something about the Keeper would always unravel her,” her fingers caress her chin. “I don’t think she scored a single point in our last game against Gryffindor?”

Well at least you both knew the course.

“Huh,” you slump deeper into your chair, a resigned sigh. “I’m surprised she came to me for advice.”

Her eyebrows knit together, a dash of something more lingers in her eyes. “Why?”

Your mouth opens but nothing follows suit, nothing but a tensed breath. 

Her hand trails across your hand, a gentle reassuring caress, it's a tender comfort. 

Her thumb skirts dangerously close to your knuckles, lingering spots of pain remind you of your earlier deeds. 

Your violent tendencies made you a bad choice, the thought that echoes as you slowly, reluctantly remove your hand. 

"I'm just sure there's a better role model,” your words were hardly self-deprecating, more an announcement of fact.

Your own pained knuckles were a fact of that.

Her lips falter into the briefest hint of a frown, “you’re not a bad person, Sly”

Maybe.

Maybe not.

Her hand tugs at your fingers, narrowly avoiding your knuckles, a wide smile plastered on her face as the music picks up slowly. 

Her favourite song. 

“Come on, let’s dance.”

“Am I a good person Professor Kwon?” His quill stops instantly at the utterance, lit only by a single lamp.

He removes his reading glasses, pressing his fingers into the bridge of his nose, a resigned sigh lingers in the air. “Sly, what on earth brings this up?”

Lingering shades and snapshots of sleepless nights linger at the tip of your tongue. 

He takes another deep breath, slowly striding to you, at your desk. A safe spot from the hustle and bustle of the other students.

It had also allowed you on occasion the rare treat of one on one lessons from the ex-auror. 

Something Jiyong didn’t usually indulge in.

His glasses clatter against the wood of your desk as he peers softly. “Because I could tell you, that I wouldn’t teach you otherwise.”

There’s a soft melted ice cream of a smile, “even given some of your rumoured personal activities.”

Still it lingers tickling at the edge of your heart, she deserved someone good.

The door to the classroom creaks and groans with a hurried shuffle, “there you are Sly!”

You feel a spark of joy as her hands rub over your shoulders, a giggle plays on her lips. “-Psy was about to do a love reading for Yo-”

Her eyes snap to the professor lingering at the edge of your desk, a feigned cough. “-Professor Park, I mean.”

Jiyong shrugs, a swaying sea of nonchalance as long as he was revered with respect.

“What were you two talking about?” She quickly shifts gears, more focused on the mystery in front of her.

Jiyong’s eyes quickly shift from you to her, “the Patronus charm,” he smiles, gaze flickering back to you. “Believed to only be capable by Witches and Wizards with a pure heart.”

An invitation to test your luck. 

Yoohyeon’s eyes quickly narrow across you as she shuffles into a seat next to you, “is this how you randomly got so talented?”

You were always talented.

There’s a tickle of a smile on Jiyong’s lips, a chuckle as Yoohyeon scoots closer to you peering deep into your eyes.

It’s been years since your arrangement started.

Duelling club in your second year, he’d seen the unfocused edge of anger, muddled spells and lazy wandwork. 

Countless visits to the hospital wing biting off more than you could chew.

Your pursuit of strength was unrefined, lazy at best.

It had been him who had guided you to Professor Byun, for charm mentorship. Even if Baekhyun disliked your preference towards violence.

You roll your eyes, “what do you mean randomly?” a chuckle ruffles past your lips. “As if I wasn’t from the outset?”

She smiles, pleased with ruffling you ever so slightly. “So how do we do it Professor Kwon?”

“I didn’t realise Miss Kim would be joining us,” he teases, placing his glasses into his coat pocket.

“I didn-”

He hushes her with a wave his hand, mockery a form of fondness. 

“Now,” he draws his wand. “I can teach incantation, the wand movement and the theory but it’s truly up to you to grasp it.”

His wand dances under his command, “you need to focus on a happy memory, the happier the better.”

There’s a subtle grumble in the back of your mind, happy memories were few and far between.

“Expecto Patronum,” wisps of trailing glowing mist echo from the tip of his wand, dancing as it drifts through the air, it coalesces brimming with life.

A dragon.

Regal and powerful, soars, glimmering wisps of silvery-white dancing through the air. 

One thought lingers through your head, otherworldly even for an act of magic it brims with majesty and power.

Still Jiyong dismisses it with a flourished bow.

His eyes flicker between you and Yoohyeon who is still lost in awe. You'd gotten so used to her presence that you forgot what being a muggle entailed.

Complete wonder and enthrallment when it came to the Wizarding World. 

Truly you wished to see everything through her lense. 

"Who would like to try first?" Jiyong smiles, yet it's Yoohyeon's hand that shoots up. 

"Me!" She beams. 

Still Jiyong's eyes linger on you, "Sly?" 

Echoes of your father drift in your ear, "A skilled wizard needs nothing but the dark arts."

Your fingers thrum over your temples, he tried to transfer you to Durmstang. 

"I'll just watch," Jiyong’s eyes narrow against your own, even you had to admit it was uncharacteristic of you. "I have the slightest hint of a headache."

A bold faced lie. 

Still the charm flickers on the briefest edge of fine mist, incorporeal.

Frustration scowls at the edge of your finger tips, digging deep into the wood of your wand, even the mist falters under the weight of your mental collapse.

“Fuck,” soft, muffled against your own sleeve as you scream out into the night, your grip weakens amidst your lingering feelings.

Your wand slips and falls into knots of grass and tangled roots.

A deep breath echoes past your lips, the ghost of Jiyong’s instruction. 

"Anger and frustration leads to the dark arts," you feel like he was referencing a muggle movie. 

The dark arts weren’t inherently bad, even if your father employed them where he could.

You crouch down amidst the dirt and grass, searching for your wand. 

A soft clatter echoes beside you, a disc with three smaller discs linked to the centre.

A fidget spinner is what Yoohyeon called it.

“Lumos,” light blooms to life behind you, stretching your shadow across the nearby lake. 

Boots crunch across dried leaves, the gait balanced yet cautious not to trip on anything.

Familiar to you like the fidget spinner in your hand.

A memento of her.

“It’s not like you to stay up past curfew,” you tease, the dance of a wry smirk.

She grumbles at your voice, “I was sneaking out long before you.”

You turn to her, your fingers dancing across your lips, “Why was that again?”

She’s as beautiful as ever, worn knit sweater, holes torn by early misadventures. Magic would fix it, but she enjoyed the reminders.

There’s a fleck of a smile on her lips, “Because someone wanted to practise Quidditch.”

You roll your eyes playfully, each footfall a playful dance number before prodding ever so softly at her collarbone. “Gotta say you have to be the first Slytherin, that snuck out for the equivalent of studying.”

Her smile falters for the briefest of moments, a fragment of a frown. There’s the glimmer of some hidden burden in her eyes.

If only you were a legilimens.

She shivers slightly, no doubt a result of her attire. Shorts and stockings were no shield against the cold nip of a Hogwarts night.

“It wasn’t all bad, at least it was Jiyong who snapped you,” the first domino to fall in the chain reaction that had you joining the Quidditch team.

Though there were worse deals for silence, let alone cooperation.

“Most people don’t avoid detention, let alone become Seeker for it,” you add, as you remove your jacket, offering to her in a lone hand.

Your wand was somewhere, you dread the thought of it landing in the lake. 

Though you don’t recall hearing it drown.

Still, you feel the weight of your jacket in your hand, your eyes peer back to her, cold like steel.

“Take the jacket.”

It wasn’t often you spoke to her like that.

Her hands are tentative and cautiously, even still the weight leaves your grip, “what about you?”

A smile dots your lips, “don’t worry about me, I’m cold blooded.”

Confusion etches itself onto her features, there’s the slightest tilt of her head. “But don’t cold-blooded animals need heat from an outside source?”

Huh, probably? 

You shake your head, “that’s besides the point Yooh.”

She bristles with a tender smile, “I’m trying to be cool here.”

Where the fuck was your wand?

Her arms loop around you, pressing a hug into your back, “you’re always cool to me Sly.”

You have to fight every urge not to melt right in her grasp, when did physical contact with her start to elicit such a reaction from you?

“Hate to ruin the moment and all, but do you maybe want to help me find my wand?” A grumble from your own lips.

The light glimmers against the fidget spinner in your hand.

You hear the hum of a pleased smile grace her lips, “you kept it.”

A small subtle whisper, you doubt she meant for you to hear.

 “Of course.” Just loud enough for her to hear, you remain focused on the task at hand. 

Thunder booms through the night air as you grasp your wand, a job made easy thanks to Yoohyeon’s appearance.  

“Thanks Yooh,” an offered smile.

Her head cocks to the side, a lingering gaze and a cocked eyebrow. A habit when she was trying to work something out.

Her hand tugs at yours, you feel a brief shard of panic settle in your chest. 

Your eyes flicker over your knuckles, fine and healed.

“You were practising the patronus charm,” her eyes narrow with a blemished pout. “Without me.”

You couldn’t lie to her.

A resigned sigh, “yeah.”

Soft like a mouse.

Her eyes flutter like she’s been hit with a flashbang, unsettled.

Her grip tightens, “...Why?”

You’re surprised at her brashness, worry lingers in her eyes like rain drops after a storm.

A deep, slow breath, “I’ve never struggled with a spell this much.”

An incorporeal patronus wasn’t good enough, it only helped to heighten the lingering dread of being an imposter.

A wolf in sheep’s clothing.

Yoohyeon’s eyes twist and dance over you, a soft ballet. “Is this about your dad?”

A frown plays and tugs at the edge of your lips, “kind of?”

He wasn’t the same after your mother.

Her lips bounce under the pressure of her teeth, she pulls you to the edge of the lake, “I’m sure you can-we can do it.”

You follow her lead lackadaisically, still your mind is primed and ready.

The Quidditch pitch, the sweet rush of the cool evening air. 

Family.

“You’re not too bad when you finally stop complaining and get on a broom," Yoongi chides, hand patting your shoulder. 

The roll of familiar eyes, "You're the reason the last beater quit especially since you need my full attention to even be a halfway decent chaser."

"Yeah, yeah," he relents, yet a smile lingers on his lips. "How do you want me to make it up to you huh?" 

Ryujin stretches tired stiff muscles, rolling her shoulders from side to side. "A massage would be great."

Her eyes linger with the glimmer of mischief, "but a date would be even better~" 

His eyes roll before dancing over Jackson giving tips to Yeji, "What was that Jackson?" He feigns. 

A wisp of a frown lingers on her lips, a feigned smile. "It's good to have you on team Sly, it's been awhile since the three of us hungout," a flicker of a scowl as she gestures towards Yoongi. 

"What with him being a prefect, me being on the quidditch team and you being leader of the duelling club," her head cocks to the side. "You don't get any benefits from that do you?" 

A shake of your head, "no just responsibility and having to deal with the first years."

She winces in pain at the idea. "Fuck that noise."

You hear it before you see it, you're moving before you can even think about it. 

Your fingers steal Ryujin’s beater bat in a split second.

You catch the briefest glimmer of surprise in Ryujin’s eyes as a bludger screams through the air, focused on Olivia, entranced in her own practice with Jackson.

You tear through the air as fast you can, pure adrenaline bouncing in your veins. 

Not even a fragment of doubt lingered in your brain if you’d make it in time.

Even if time slows to a crawl, panic whips across Olivia’s face, mixed with wisps of annoyance. 

The bat crackles like steel meeting thunder, your muscles flex as your anxiety dances with the idea of it being Yoohyeon in danger.

Suddenly the wind ripples and it’s gone.

Gone gone.

Ryujin comes to a halt next to you, like she watched a fly use one of the unforgivable curses.

“Nice… reflexes?” Her words are soft and genuine, too busy inspecting her bat. She turns to you as you pass her bat.

Worry sears deep into her brow, you’d never seen her make such an expression, she tests the weight of her bat. Only now did you notice some almost microscopic splinters in the back.

“You didn’t happen to disenchant my bat… or the Bludger did you?”

She shakes her head, focused on the smallest critique she can, “Regardless of how nice that was, putting that much power into a swing will leave you or worse yet.” Her eyes shift over your potential teammates. “Leave them wide open.”

Perhaps it’s the brief look of fear that causes your patronus to sputter and stay incorporeal, wisps of silvery-white fold out of your wand, forming a misty shield.

There’s a dance of emotion in Yoohyeon caught in a briefest window. 

First, a sense of relief, a heart warming smile as rain slowly begins to drizzle. Rain dances down her picturesque skin.

Second, the briefest glimmer of melancholy and worry for a reason you can quite decipher, until it falters, broken by her words.

You almost can’t make it out in the slight pitter patter of rain. 

“What memory?”

“The day I tried out for the Quidditch team.”

A surprised smile, “I’d never seen Olivia become… so trusting of a new person before. I was almost jealous.”

Almost.

Still even if a sense of bittersweet relief dances in her eyes, they soften noticing the lingering weight on your shoulders.

“Professor Kwon said most wizards were lucky if they could even produce an incorporeal form of the charm.”

It still wasn’t good enough for you, what if a Dementor or a Lethifold came for her? Even under the face of good intentions your core ached.

What if you weren’t good enough for her, would she still look at you the same on top of your throne violence?

Just because it was for her, doesn’t make it justifiable.

Worse yet would be to wear off on her in all the wrong ways.

“Well Jiyong sai-” Maybe you were wearing off on her. “That the memory helps determine the strength…”

Her eyes coyly linger on the fidget spinner in your hand. Her lips open and close, mulling over her choice of words. 

Her jaw clenches tensely.

Her hands toy with her hair before finally pulling it into a ponytail, a determined look. “I almost forgot about that christmas.”

Thunder booms once again, calling forth a heavier downpour.

Her voice falters, “but…” A frown, lost in thought. “It’s my happiest memory and…”

Her eyes snap to yours, serene and piercing like moonlight. You’d fall for her a second time if it were possible.

“Since you kept the fidget spinner, maybe it’s a happy memory for you."

You smile, "on the count of three?" 

"One." 

"Two."

"Three."

"Expecto-" your eyes linger on Yoohyeon, a trailed smile and focused eyes. 

Your grip tightens on the fidget spinner. 

Ecdysis, a noun used in Zoology, the process of shedding old skin.

Your first year at Hogwarts, well your first four months to be precise. 

You'd delved on various classes long enough to know your favourites… And the ones you abhorred. 

Despite Ryujin and Yoongi's predilection for flying lessons, they were something you truly despised. 

As a result you naturally drifted away from childhood friends ever so slightly. 

Enough so to enjoy a new pass time. 

Though it mattered not, originally you had plans to return to the estate and hopefully spend time with Ryujin and Yoongi. 

However, by some truly cruel twist of fate, the Min and Shin families had become preoccupied with their own familial activities. 

Yoongi was charged with looking after younger relatives, while Ryujin was happily brought along on one of her father's business trips. 

You didn’t even have the luxury of your own father fulfilling a promise he had laid. 

He too was busy with one thing or another. 

The Slytherin common was devoid of any life in the weeks leading up to Christmas. 

Disgruntled, Christmas was a joyous occasion when your mother was around. You didn’t even bother checking the foot of your bed for presents.

The only gift you’d receive would be disappointment.

Unfocused, your heart leaps into your throat as your feet miss a step. 

Your ankle folds painfully inward, a surge of white hot pain before your face even meets a step. 

Let alone multiple, each collision dazes you slightly with the force of each impact. 

Before you meet the cold hard floor. 

You swear you hear the smallest echo of a chuckle bounce through the common room. 

You probably had a concussion you reasoned. 

However unlikely. 

You groan against the floor, mortification sears through your veins. 

Still, you're thankful no one was around to witness it. 

Bruised pain lingers in your ankle as your hands push against the ground, you’re unsteady at best but you manage with the slightest yelp of pain.

You’re greeted by hurried footsteps, a flush of worry etched into distantly familiar eyes. Her hand traces your tender ankle, a flare of pain.

You grimace, venom ready to spell from your mouth.

“Episkey.”

The pain folds away into an eerie cold-hot sensation, before slowly fading away altogether.

So too does the venom.

A pleased smile teases the edge of her lips, until her eyes catch yours. 

There’s a molten mixture of panic, surprise and the slightest hint of fear. Her words tumbled out of her mouth in a flurry as she moved in a haunted gust.

“Sorr-I mean you’re welcome-sorry?” She lingers for the briefest of moments, awkward and unsure. “Bye.”

She was surprisingly quick on her feet, scampering out of the common room, you're left alone in the tender warmth of lit braziers and the cool dancing lights of the lake.

You stand with a new found ease, pain no longer licks through your veins.

It would seem the muggle had a proficiency in healing magic.

An odd fit for a Slytherin, though in this rare instance you were thankful.

What would your father think? 

Consorting with muggles? Perish the thought.

You’re surprised when Headmistress Boa stops you before the Great Hall, her eyes sharp and pointed, yet her voice is soft and delicate.

“You and Miss Kim are the only students who have chosen to remain at Hogwarts this winter,” her lips pursed and her eyes narrow. “I expect you to be on your best behaviour… at least for today, it is Christmas.”

Her eyes pin you to the spot despite her soft words, "very well Headmistress."

As if you were the one offering her a concession. 

There's the slightest tug of a smirk, "I hope to see you in my office less in the coming year or at the very least for differing reasons."

Your footfalls echo through the mostly empty halls, festive decorations dance through the air, alight with joy. 

You spy Professor Kwon dancing with another member of the staff, someone who had yet to teach you, or you were far too distracted by the bonnet on his head. 

Still, you hesitate on the boundary, even as your stomach grumbles. 

Your eyes settle on the muggle, happily stuffing her face. 

Surely, you could get away with sitting as far away from her as possible?

Professor Kwon's humming pulls you out of your machinations, the bright pink bonnet clashed terribly with his professional attire and his 'cool guy' vibe. 

A stain on the Auror name. 

He offers a Christmas cracker, as he nods towards the object of your avoidance. 

"Come on, it's Christmas."

You roll your eyes as you accept the cracker. 

"Fine," you grumble. 

Everything moves in a stir, you hardly remember what happened when you sat down opposite her aside from the brief smouldering embers of awkwardness.

An offer, or a suggestion on what food was best. 

Ironic considering you were the wizard, however she was faultless in her approach. The Christmas cracker lay forgotten in the wake of your shared hatred of flying lessons.

“But why does she have to be so… intense,” a nicer word than you intended to use.

Still her head sways side to side in thought, “I heard Instructor Gong used to play a wizard sport, that’s why.”

“Quidditch.”

An eyebrow arcs, like she expects the sharp edge of another word.

It doesn’t come.

Shadows stretch in the Great Hall, surprise twinkles in her eyes as the cracker rewards you both with a chess set.

“Wait… so they move by themselves?” You bite back the urge to point out the obvious, it stings like bile in your throat.

Strategy was never your forte, often left to the realm of Yoongi. Still, you’re surprised at her eye for openings and gaps, even then you can tell she’s stalling her victory.

Giving you a chance.

There’s a weird lull, eerie and silent as her eyes tremble over yours. “Why are you being so nice?”

Your eyes avoid hers, choosing to move your pieces by hand, you’re surprised when your brain flickers over your brief encounter in the common room.

She was cute.

“Consider it,” your lips scrunch, lost in thought. “A thank you, a gift or a Christmas miracle. You decide.”

She smiles, dorky and all teeth but it’s endearing all the same.

Only now do you catch the vomit green sweater that hangs loosely against her shoulders, an ugly colour, a couple sizes too big and an overall visual travesty. 

Still there’s a loving glitter hand stitched in each strand that even your dull eyes can’t miss, the sweltering warmth of Yoohyeon’s family even if they weren’t here.

“How come you didn’t go home for the holidays,” off-handed small talk. Still she notices your lingering gaze.

There’s the slightest pout to her lips, crested with the dew of kindness. 

“To save money.” 

Oh.

There’s a hint of worry in her eye, a subtle frown nested in your silence. 

Her eyes jitter over you, the anxious tick of her mind. “Ah,” rancid with hesitation. “What’d you get for Christmas? Anything cool?”

You can’t help the scowl that settles on your lips, the tip of an iceberg of disappointment. Her eyes wide with panic, another misstep in what you hoped wasn’t a long dance number.

Maybe it's the Christmas spirit, maybe muggles aren’t as bad as your father says, your words are soft, vulnerable even.

“Forgotten like always.”

You remain focused on the game despite her floundering, even if you know it’s a losing battle, brief vulnerability was one thing.

Prolonged conversations on your personal wounds was another thing entirely.

Your gaze lifts, from the board and your opponent is nowhere to be found, perhaps she’d grown bored of your predictable stratagems.

Though, if she left surely that means you won by default?

While you loathed the idea of winning in such a way, it was better than the alternative, which was losing to a muggle.

Moments trace by without even a whisper. 

That’s when you hear it, heavy foot falls and haggard breath. An exhaustion akin to prey on their last legs, an oddly shaped item in her hand.

“Here,” she mutters between desperate clutched breaths, your knotted eyebrows remind her of her place.

An awkward gulp for air, her eyes dodge yours but still she speaks with a cradled weak voice, “I know it isn’t much.”

Her hands clasp over yours with a hidden strength, “please take it, as a thank you, if you must.”

 “Just because I’m  a pureblood, doesn’t mean I’m above accepting a gift from a m-... from you.”

She smiles, a deep well of warmth despite your tentative hands. 

You toy with the odd object as it rests in your palm, “it’s a fidget spinner, it’s for… well, fidgeting.”

It was also the first present you’d gotten in years, a foreign bloom of warmth gathers in your chest.

It’s nice, if a bit unsettling.

Still, a question lingers on the tip of your tongue. “What’s it thanks for?”

There’s a glimmer of frosted sadness at the edges of her lips, a despondent glass sheen to her eyes.

A lingering sheet of bittersweet melancholy, “For being my friend.”

She forces a smile despite the knife that twists in your gut, a paper cut compared to her pain. Her eyes dance coyly away from yours, lingering on the chess game. 

A soft, sweet chuckle lines her lips, “you’re probably my first friend here,” still she smiles.

It dawns on you, the drawn out game wasn’t to appease your ego, a soft sadder truth. 

To delay what she believed was inevitable, “It was nice, even if it was only for today.”

Perhaps that was the first moment that started it all, your own ecdysis.

“Come on now, you have to annoy me at least until everyone comes back.”

“Patronum,” your voice calls silvery-white light blooms from your wand much like it had before, your eyes dance over Yoohyeon, as she struggles

The boom of thunder and the crackle of lightning, a warning, a timer.

The rain grows heavy with each passing moment, your hand clenches tight against the fidget spinner, even as the rain threatens to tear it from your grasp.

Slowly but sure, through gritted teeth, Yoohyeon’s blooming light slowly knits together into strands.

You weren’t one to be outdone.

Your jaw clenches tight as you focus on the days following Christmas, filled with nothing but mischief at the staff’s expense.

The bounce of her laughter fills your ears, you catch a fractured glimpse as her strands slowly knit together.

She was on the precipice.

Yet, you hear it in the way her breath hitches, so close, yet so far.

The building blocks of a mammal, four legs and an excited tail, a dog of some sorts? It almost fades and whimpers back into a shield, still you feel power in it despite it’s small size.

A puppy.

It was fitting for her.

Your own strands slowly circle around hers, dancing in their own way, strands pull, tug and knit together before devolving into a ghostly semblance. 

You're so close, it's almost like tasting fresh air for the first time, or feeling the warmth of the sun after years in the cold. 

A single hand that reaches out, an escape from your family's dark legacy. 

You catch Yoohyeon's pained frown as slowly her Patronous melts away into nothing but mist. 

Suddenly your heart races, sinking with each moment. Your own Patronous begins to melt away, dark thoughts ambush your weakened mind. 

Your brain scattered under the weight, that maybe regret lingered in her. 

Your brain cracks like a whip, as the downpour deepens. Rain pelts your skin harshly and soaks through your clothes in seconds. 

Yet her frown lingers in your mind, sobbed whimpers echo and leak bouncing dangerously in your mind. 

"Mudblood," trickles easily past your younger, more ignorant lips. 

The smattering of laughter as you hid her wand during charms class, the tear stained panic and mortification grips and haunts you. 

You were her first friend and bully. 

Blood caked, bruised fists and that still wasn't enough. You remember claw-like hands tearing into your dress shirt. 

The trembling terror in her eyes, fighting desperately to pull you off Kris. 

"Sectumsemp-"

No amount of blood spilled by or from you would be enough. 

A snake is still a snake even if it sheds its skin. 

Your hand claws deep into your wand, as if some hidden fortitude would reveal itself. 

You feel a soft comfort roll over your knuckles, a tender kindness that could only be Yoohyeon. 

Torrential rain batters you both, the flicker embers of each of your patronus the only light. 

A single weak candle in a storm. 

Even as the rain soaks through the both of you, she smiles that soft dorky smile. 

The flag you'd follow to the ends of the earth. 

Even the howling wind grows silent under her soft velvet gaze. 

You feel a desperate pang in your chest, still in these little moments your patronus lingers in a state in between. 

Silvery-white wisp like embers dance around the both of you, beautiful and iridescent. 

Your heart leaps in your throat as she pulls you, the briefest caress of her hand against your cheek. 

Every fibre of longing blooms tenderly accompanied by silvery wisps. 

A forceful tug brings your lips crashing into hers, a smile pressed against your lips. 

The deep caress of her lips, soothes every heart-wrenching ache of longing. 

Still, she pulls tighter. 

Scared you'll fade away with the howling winds, muffled under the heat of her tender warmth. 

You feel it like a mirror onto yourself, the deep-seated hunger and want as she melts against you in the surging rain. 

You could be washed away now and you'd have no regrets. 

Her hands cling desperately to you, rolling through your hair, peppering your skin wherever she can. 

The boom of thunder and the crackle of lightning is what finally separates the two of you. 

A silvery-white serpentine shape dances gracefully around Yoohyeon, you command it instinctively with the flick of your wand. 

It doesn't obey, instead it moves at Yoohyeon's beck and call. 

An Occamy.

Swaddled in its embrace, a silvery-white pomeranian. 

Your patronus. 

There's a rare child-like happiness that settles in your chest, it's a soothing comfort to have something so innocent despite your violent nature. 

You watch as Yoohyeon tries to command the pomeranian charm, a twist of lingering confusion as her eyes follow the silvery trail to your wand. 

The Occamy evaporates in an instant, as pure unbridled panic settles in her eyes. 

Wide eyed like an owl, there's a tremble in her wand hand. 

A look you're not quite used to. 

"Yoo-" An unspoken spell hits you like a slug, your breath is torn from your throat as you collapse to the floor. 

Your head throbs and dazzles with stars. 

Stupefy. 

You were thankful it was non-verbal, even as you fought to stay conscious. 

She's already gone by the time you get to your feet. 

Yoongi is the only one that visits you while you're in the hospital wing, Olivia only offers you pointed glares and the threat of death from the hallway. 

You'd been so caught up with your own stuff you forgot about her whole date conundrum. 

"I told you I'm fine Madam Lee," you groan, annoyed by her over concern. "It was a non-verbal Stupefy."

Her eyes narrow, "well until you tell me who did it, I believe it's within our best interests to keep you under observation."

You roll your eyes, "fine, fine. Yoohyeon told me there's no point in arguing with you."

Her lips pursed, focused on a great multitude of things. "You wouldn't happen to know where Miss Kim is, would you?" 

You click your tongue, "in case you haven't noticed I've been here for the last day and a half."

You shake your head, "so no, I haven't."

"Odd, I thought she'd at least visit you, she's seemed strangely distant as of late."

You really hoped it wasn't a you thing. 

You shrug, "finals is coming up, so maybe that's taking up all her attention?" 

You couldn't tell if you were trying to convince her, or yourself. 

As long as someone felt better you suppose. 

"Maybe," her words drift off upon noticing Yoongi, "Ah, Mr Min keeping out of trouble I hope?" 

"That's what the badge is for right?" Emblazoned by his signature gummy smile.

"I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that," her eyes patrol the wing, "I'll leave you two to it." 

You notice a familiar glint of metal dancing in his hand. 

"Geez, I stay in the hospital wing for longer than an afternoon and you're already helping yourself to my stuff."

A flick of his fingers conjures a non-magical flame. 

A muggle zippo lighter, one of Yoohyeon's many Christmas gifts over the years. 

"Still no Yoohyeon?" 

"Nope, I'm getting more love from Olivia than her at the moment," you offer her a wave. 

She scowls back with a simple gesture, I have my eyes on you. 

A smirk teases across Yoongi's teeth, "Geez what did you do?" 

"What did I do?” Why does he assume it’s you? “It was all her.”

“We are talking about Yoohyeon right?”

“Well we’re certainly not talking about you, even  if your lovelife is far more glamorous.”

He quickly pockets the lighter. Still his fingers poke and prod, an anxious tick, a hankering for a cigarette.

He seethes ever so slightly, with bubbled stress. Fingers, still ticking aways as his eyes dart from side to side.

His tongue rolls over his teeth, lost in thought.

“Fine.”

“Fine, what?”

You can’t help but notice the strained scowl akin to a wet cat. Still underneath it all you can tell he's troubled.

“We’ll talk about me and my… issues.” You fight the absolute primal urge to clap like a seal, or any sort of hoopla. 

After all, you didn’t want to ruin such a rare experience.

“Alright.”

He grabs a nearby chair, placing it with the back to you. Still he ticks nervously as he sits, arms crossed on the backrest.

The silence is all consuming, like a hungry void.

“So…”

He rolls his eyes, “I’m sorry did you wanna do the muggle thing, and paint our nails and twirl our hair?”

A chuckle rumbles through your lips, “honestly maybe?”

His words catch at the edge of his lips, ‘tch.”

You roll your eyes, “fine, how about I help you. Yeji or Ryujin?”

He muses to himself ever so slightly, it’s like every other time you’ve seen him do smart guy shit.

Though, love shouldn’t be a formula or an algorithm to solve.

There’s a glimmer in his eyes, almost like the beep of a microwave. “My personal preferences aside, don’t you think they’d suit each other better?”

Not what you expected.

Still, you lean forward, “why?”

“Well I remember Olivia’s obsession with opposites attract,” his lips scrunch together. “Which is honestly vaguely close to enemies/rivals to lovers?”

Olivia’s interest in a certain Keeper definitely comes to mind, though you bite your tongue.

You hush the calculations with a wave of your hand, “who cares about semantics? Get to your point already.”

“Well, Ryujin has known Yeji for nearly as long as she’s known us,” he adds, fingers padding his chin. “They’re also distinctly different.”

You roll your eyes, “same thing applies to you dumbass… or me for that matter.”

“I’m surprised Ryujin hasn’t tried hitting on you act-”

“She has, she only stopped after the fight I had with Kris,” you quickly point out.

“Ah, right, right.”

“So?”

“So? What?” There’s an expression of lingering confusion.

“Ryujin or Yeji?”

He sighs, “I mean I had a crush on Ryujin when we were kids.”

You’re not surprised, most people did… Most people still do.

Still, you were banking 50 Galleons on Team Ryujin.

As long as he didn’t say both of them, someone from the Quidditch team was winning a decent pot.

“But Yeji’s a comfortable person to be around, it’s calm an-”

“Oh, come on. Don’t be a loser Icarus.” Plus that’d mean Jiyong would win the whole goddamn thing.

He rolls his eyes, “we both know I’m not like that.” Territory solely of one Mr Jackson Wang.

“There’s just pros and cons for both,” you had to admit he had a point.

“Fine, list them off… but make it quick.”

He rolls his eyes, a flare of a grin.

“Well, instead of reducing people to pros and cons, I’m just gonna limit it to my potential problems.”

“Yeah, sure, whatever Prince Charming.”

“I don’t know Yeji as well as Ryujin, so I don’t know if we’ll clash.”

“Right, right. What about Ryujin?”

“Well, I’m not sure if she’s actually into me or not?” Your eyebrows knot together.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, maybe I’m just overthinking it. But what if she’s only interested in me because I’ve denied her so far?”

“Ah, I getcha,” a soft nod, until eventually you shake your head. “Why don’t you just talk to her about it?”

“Well, I mean there’s another issue,” surely Jackson’s hail mary bet wasn’t gonna work.

Your face meets your palm ever so ungracefully. “Don’t tell me.”

“Don’t tell you what?” Wood carved confusion lingers on his features, a true curiosity dances in his eyes.

You take a deep breath, “I’m Yoongi-bear, but I sadly have to let you down gently.”

His response, a solid punch to the shoulder. 

“Ouch, that almost hurt.”

Despite the punch, a smile lingers on his lips. “First of all, don’t you dare call me that, second of all I have to fight the urge to vomit everytime I look at you and finally this is serious.”

You wave him off once again, “fine, fine.” You were just glad Jackson was out of the running.

As far as you could tell.

Your eyes narrow.

“I’m not like everyone el-”

“You’re werewolf?”

“What n-”

“Vegan?”

“What the hell does tha-”

“Oh you’re a Jonas bro-”

He does his best to scowl at you, even if he’s a bumbling mess of laughter, “would you fuck up?”

“Fine, fine whatever you say Mr Jonas.”

“I don’t know if I’m able to…” His tongue struggles against his teeth, there’s the briefest flicker of torment in his eyes and almost self-disdain. “Be intimate with anyone.”

Your brain struggles ever so slightly, not on the topic but rather… on what to say. “I can see why you’d worry about Ryujin in that case.”

“Yeah.” There’s a deep billow of a sigh, like a tire slowly letting out all of its air. Still you feel like some amount of pressure has fallen off his shoulders.

Your brain lingers on what his family would say… He’s been through enough today. 

“Still, I think it’s worth talking to her about,” he grimaces slightly at the idea. “You gotta remember that despite her nature, she does have very real feelings, if anything I’m surprised she didn’t get sorted into Hufflepuff with how tenacious she’s been.”

His lips purse in thought, “what I’m trying to say is even Ryujin will give up one day. So you should at least talk things out and that’s not my 50 Galleons bet talking.”

He scoffs at the mention of Galleons, “You’re a scoundrel.”

You give him a wink, “now did you wanna hear about my end of the stick?”

He instantly peeps up, “completely forgot about that.”

He shuffles desperately close, like you’re about to tell him about a secret entrance into Gringotts. “So spill.”

Suddenly he holds up a hand, “wait, let me guess.”

You roll your eyes, always a guessing game with him. “Fine.”

He places two fingers on his temple and one hand out in front of you, “You guys were out past curfew… I’m seeing pictures of the lake… or the forest?”

���Anyone could’ve guessed that moron.”

His hand tenses at your words, “a dark wi-”

“Already wron-”

“Let me finish at least.” Still he continues with the act. “He launched an attack at your dearly beloved, and you dove in front taking that attack, now she can’t bear to look at you because it’s a reminder of pain she put you through.”

You scoff, a smirk tickles your lips.

“Honestly I would’ve preferred your version, but also not at all.” You smile, “Can I talk now?”

“Oh, yeah of course.”

“I was out late practising the Patronus Charm, when Yoohyeon found me.”

You watch as Yoongi’s eyes slowly glaze over as if he’s working on Arithmancy homework. “So you started practising together.”

“Yeah, it still didn’t go too well until we both remembered that first Christmas,” he leans closer, inspecting every inch of you like the twitch of a smile could predict the lotto numbers.

His eyebrows knit together, “how’d that go?”

“I can show you if you’d like.”

He shakes his head. Though you hear the briefest mumble, “so they know the Patronus Charm now.”

It seems he was already picking apart the strands. Hoping to spoil the outcome.

“So how’d you do it?”

You let the silence slowly sink in around him, drowning him in anticipation.

“She kissed me.”

“Shut up,” you’ve seen feigned surprise on Yoongi before, that’s why it’s all the more surprising watching his eyes bulge out of their socket.

“Not able to deduce that, were you Sherlock?” You can’t help the simmering grin on your lips,to give Yoongi credit he gives a slow clap.

“Didn’t think she had it in her,” there’s almost the smile of a pleased older sibling on his lips. However, slowly the smile fades, gears clicking into place with a haunted look. “Wait a minute.”

“What?”

There’s a cocky smirk on his lips. “That means your Patronus is a fucking pomeranian.”

It’s your turn for your eyeballs to bulge, as Yoongi laughs a hideous cackle. You hear sobs slowly begin to emanate from him. 

“Oh my god… the best duelist in our school has a pomeranian as a Patronus,” he wheezes between desperate laughter-riddled breaths.”Fuck, you can’t make that up.”

You seeth at his laughter, a friendly scowl is all you can offer as he slowly recovers.

“How’d you know?”

He smiles that irritating gummy smile, “because that would’ve been Yoohyeon’s obviously.”

Well you couldn’t argue with that.

It made sense.

“But then why is mine the pomeranian?”

His smile still taunts you, though you all had a field of strengths. 

Yoongi’s just happened to come up more often than everyone else’s

“Same reason her Patronus is an Occamy. Do the maths.”

The Patronus is meant to represent your hidden strength, a faucet of yourself hidden, unknown but necessary.

Did that mean you were both necessary for each other? Like yin and yan-

“Judging from the way your face is scrunching, you’re thinking too hard,” he jibes, a trickle of laughter. “Not that I need to explain this to you on your end at least. But she’s in love with you, too moron.”

Still he hums with a thought, “though you two have been rubbing off on each other too… So I guess they also represent the faucets of yourself you don’t often bring forth.”

“But that’s the boring part,” he continues.

Part of you hates to admit that your penchant for violence might just be due to the simplicity of it all, because a question lingers at the tip of your tongue.

“Wait? If she’s supposedly in love with me, why is she avoiding me? Riddle me that Sherlock?”

He shrugs, “I dunno… Probably something muggle-related? Give her time, maybe she’s going through her own Ecdysis.”

You can’t help but roll your eyes, “way to go Yoongs, you know how to read a dictionary.”

“At least I know how to read unlike a certain duelist~”

“Fuck you,” still there’s a glimmer of a smile underneath the venom.

“That’s what I thought.”

Days stretch into weeks as seasons take their time in the limelight, a dance with spring in the eves of march before an easter intermission. 

Yet you’ve seen hide nor hair outside of Quidditch practice, she’s been accommodating for the most part, yet any attempt at a prolonged conversation fumbles and sputters like muggle technology on school grounds.

Still you catch her escaping past curfew most nights.

There’s an uneasy edge to you even without the nerves of ‘finals’. 

Slytherin’s last game of the year, though you suppose it’s also Gryffindor’s as well.

Quidditch wasn’t really your circus, flying in general wasn’t your thing.

Though as your eyes scan over your team, you realise they are certainly your monkeys. Excitement hangs thick in the air for most of the team.

Only Olivia seems to share the same harsh edge, a mounting dread.

Though your reasons differed, there was a unique solidarity.

“You wouldn’t happen to have your lighter on you?” There’s a slight tremble in her hands.

“How would your Keeper feel about that?” A smirk tugs at your lips, if only to hide your own worries.

She scoffs, “I’m not a loser like Yoongi… plus Jackson always keeps his eye on me.”

A frown tugs at her lips, she chews anxiously at the bottom lip. A scowl settles in its place.

“If you must know, I want to light some scented candles… to relax or some bullshit,” she paces ever so slightly despite her efforts.

“You don’t have your wand on you?” Your eyebrows  crease, “wait when were you into scented candles?”

There’s the slightest grumble in her throat, like a cat ready to pounce. “Well, Professor Kwon and Jackson seemed to agree that I’m prone to violent outbursts, before, during and after a game.”

She attempts to prod at you with a glare, an attempt at intimidation that is sub-par at best, instead she was more akin to a grumpy cat.

More adorable than threatening, though you wouldn’t say it to her face.

“Have you considered being sneaky? It’s kind of Slytherin’s thing.”

She just rolls her eyes, as her nervous pacing only intensifies.

“As for the scented candles thing? It was suggested by a… friend.”

“Your dearly beloved Gryffindork? Gotcha,” you tease, you watch as her muscles wind up to hit you. However she stops when notices the shimmer of your lighter. “Take care of it.”

“Of course,” her words are surprisingly soft, as she takes it into her grasp. A soft treasured touch that you didn’t expect from her. 

You feel Jackson’s palm crest your shoulder, the glimmer of his confident smile nearly blinds you. “Speech in five-ten minutes, then game time alright?”

“Yeah, sure, sure.” His eyes soften over you, almost able to sense your anxiety. 

His grip tightens, massaging all the good vibes he can into you. “There’s nothing to worry about chief, you wouldn’t be on this team if I thought you’d screw up.”

He wrestles himself into almost a baseball stance. “You have a good arm on you, so just channel the bad vibes and go for broke.” His invisible bat connects with what you assume is a ball, you can almost see how far he hits it. “Plus I think you’d be able to pull off the legendary two for one special.”

A smile bristles past your anxiety and onto your lips, “thanks Jackson.”

There’s a flash of a sudden idea on his face, “Oh, could you gather the team? I have to sort some things with Professor K.”

It was a rare thing for Jackson to thrust any semblance of responsibility on you. “Yeah, sure Cap… But Olivia is,” you poke a thumb behind you as the smell of jasmine and lavender saunters through the tent.

He shrugs, “leave her it’s hard being Romeo or Juliet when your families have to fight… I dunno, I've never read it.”

“Wait, you know?”

“It’s my job to know things,” he smiles, flourished by his devil-may-care attitude. “Though if you’re wondering who found out first, that honour is yours alone. Pom-pom.”

He gives you a wink punctuated with the click of his tongue.

The click, Jackson’s true mark of favouritism.

Not an honour you were actively looking for, especially if it meant being called Pom-pom.

There’s a soft tender almost tentative tug at your sleeve.

Yoohyeon.

She waves awkwardly, eyes avoiding yours. 

“Hey.” It’s almost like speaking to a mouse. She chews anxiously against her bottom lip.

Hey stranger, is your first thought, a joke to ease the strained atmosphere. But as you watch her almost shrink in your presence, you decide against it.

You muster what warmth you can, “what’s up?”

Her mouth opens for the briefest moment, words on the tip of her tongue. “She raises a clenched hand revealing a familiar broom.

A coy smile.

“Uh, thanks for the broom by the way…”  Her eyes still dance away from yours, you're almost tempted to kiss if it would get rid of the awkward tension. 

Too bad it was game day, you didn’t want to rattle her.

Still Christmas had long since passed, you remember her almost unending thanks. 

One of the few times she’d managed to actually get on your nerves.

“I’m sorry all I got you was an electric guitar you can’t even use.” 

“I appreciate every gift you get me, it’s just enough to be thought about by you.” You swear she almost halves in size despite her reasonably tall stature.

Her cheeks a slightly rosy pink, still her eyes finally bore into you like cold steel. 

“...We’re still friends right?”

Sadly.

“Of course.”

Her mouth pretends to work again before failing to make any noise. “Jackson told you to gather the team right?... I could do that if you want.”

“Uh yeah sure?” Having extra time to centre yourself before game time would be invaluable.

She takes a couple of steps before pausing, there’s another gentle tug of your sleeve. “We need to talk after the game.”

Great. 

Any confidence Jackson managed to instil in you is thrown and torn asunder in the wake of Hurricane Yoohyeon.

Maybe Olivia had the right idea with scented candles?

Deep breaths.

Your lungs burn with each deep breath, the only consolation was they didn’t hurt as much as your arms.

Your arms weigh heavy at your side.

You knew Quidditch games could go on for a prolonged period of time, it was truly different to play for that amount of time.

Amber embers stretch over the field, shadows towering at their highest before sunset, it’s beautiful, almost picturesque like a family outing before the holiday. 

Well, if there wasn’t a trophy and bragging rights on the line.

Olivia’s broom shakes and sways under her exhaustion, she was a beast in her own right. But stamina was her greatest weakness.

If anything you’re surprised she’s still flying. She fights desperately even soaked in sweat and sapped by exhaustion. 

You remember when the game started it exploded like crashing thunder and lightning. Every minute an exciting uproar of cheers and chants.

You still remember the smile plastered on Olivia’s face when managed to score three times in a row.

That meant mocking her sucking during practice was on the table.

Still despite her stellar performance at the beginning of the game, exhaustion quickly sapped her strength.

Even Yoongi’s broom trembles ever so slightly, a symptom of a larger problem.

His pride.

Ever since you were kids he’d push himself past his limits, it’s thanks to the trifecta of Ryujin, Yeji and Him that you guys were still deadlocked.

Ironic really.

320-320 

For how much longer you wouldn’t be able to tell, your strength as a team were the quicker games. 

All you can think of is how cosy your bed would be right now, soft and comfy.

Your own broom begins to shake even as you conserve your energy. You’re just thankful the teams are evenly matched for the most part.

Even still you notice Yoongi’s scowl aimed at Jihyo, a begrudging respect. Even with her own haggard breath she offers a soft radiant smile.

No doubt she considered him an equal to some degree.

You watch as Yeji and Lisa zip and dance almost like fireflies. You hated to admit it but Lisa was a decent amount faster than Yeji, even if the latter was craftier.

It’s hard to be sneaky when someone finally notices you.

You hear a whistle from Jackson to Jihyo, “Time out?”

She nods softly as he flies over, a hushed conversation that you can’t quite make out, perhaps it was the tiredness leaking into your bones?

Their mini-meeting is quick and succinct.

There’s an oddly serious edge to Jackson, “Olivia.”

Her broom shakes and stirs like she’s been woken from a nap, her eyes glazed over. “Hm? What?”

“Go to the changing room and have a rest?”

There’s the flicker of a defiant ember in her eyes at those words, “bu-”

“Please,” his face softens. “You’ve done well, you don’t need to worry they’re also benching one of their players alright?”

The ember is snuffed out with his gentle entreatment.

She slowly makes her way to the changing room. “Yoongs?”

“Yeah, boss?” You can hear the dry crack of his throat.

“We’re going on the defensive,” he returns a soft nod. 

His eyes shift to Ryujin, “guard me and Yoongi, if you can aim the bludgers away from the seekers alright?”

She wipes a sweat soaked brow, “Are you sure, because if a nail the seek-”

“What if they redirect to Yoohyeon? She’s our ticket out of this soaked hellhole and to the party of my dreams,” you’d never seen Jackson force a smile before, but there was a first time for everything.

“Alright, no guarantees. “

He turns to Yeji, “I trust you to help out where you can alright? If you think you can score some points to keep us in the game, go for it.”

“Alright, chief.”

He turns to you and Yoohyeon last. “My dynamic duo, I need you to kick things into overdrive alright?”

You raise your fist as high as you can, still you feel your muscles slowly descending into the muck of lethargy and pain.

Yoohyeon turns to you, “we got this.” Her fist collides with yours. 

Still you notice she’s still springing with energy.

Probably all those late night training sessions.

Slowly everybody assumes their positions as Instructor Gong readies her whistle. Still you feel the bristle of Jackson, “Protect her with your life, you got me, Pom-pom?”

You roll your eyes.

“It’s what I always do.”

As the whistle’s wail pierces through it awakens something almost primal in you, the last of your reserves.

You cling desperately to Yoohyeon’s side, as close as you can manage. She’s a blur just out of your reach.

How she managed with one of the school’s brooms was beyond you.

Each second at top speed stretches and feels like a minute, each minute feels like an hour.

Still you hear the roar of the Slytherin crowd, either a successful defence effort or a sneaky goal by Yeji.

Your muscles ache and beg for you to stop, you’d hate to imagine the pain of hitting a bludger right.

Bile builds in your throat as your head whips around, keeping track of Yoohyeon and any bludgers, a dangerous strain on your neck. 

You can’t even see the snitch.

Still, you fight the burn the builds in your throat, your eyes catch the shadow of another person, J.Seph one half of Gryffindor’s beater duo.

He lingers not too far behind you, laboured sweat-soaked breaths. There’s a glimmer of surprise creased in his brow.

Yoohyeon must been on the right track, Jungkook probably wasn’t too fa-

That’s when you see him, Gryffindor golden boy and seeker supreme. Sweat soaks his hair as he pushes his broom slowly inching ahead of Yoohyeon.

That’s when you see it, the fluttering golden wing, almost like a hummingbird, it’s hard to make out the finer details.

Then you hear it, the sound of a beater bat crash like thunder against a bludger. You almost snap your neck, unsettled panic rattles through your bones like chimes on the wind. 

Your eyes lock with J.seph’s, the flurry of worry in his eyes mirror your own.

You hear it tear through the air with a ravenous hunger, howling for Yoohyeon.

Yet her eyes don’t tear from the snitch, you can’t tell if it’s a lack of awareness or complete and utter trust in you.

You’ll shortly see if it’s unfounded.

Your body shakes as you slowly try to stand on your broom.

A risky manoeuvre for sure.

Your legs shake like jelly at the briefest of the ground, you’d probably just become a pancake from this hei-You see it, you truly do as everything comes to a crawl.

The legendary two for one.

Jihyo and Lisa.

It’s almost like you’re safely on the ground, steady and solid as your hands grip strong against familiar wood and leather. 

The game was as good as over so long as Jungkook didn’t get the snitch.

Your eyes don’t falter, they don’t linger on Yoohyeon. 

An almost serene calm comes over you, like an undisturbed lake.

That’s why it’s all the more disturbing when something feels off, you almost can’t place your finger on it.

The bludger makes a sound a fraction of a second before you hit it, your eyes widened. Still everything is tranquil and slow, despite the panic in your heart.

No one else hits your bludger, it sails straight and true, pain ripples through every muscle fibre as your arm swings wide.

Your grip falters for a second and a second is all it takes for it to flutter out of your hands, you curse through gritted teeth.

A mistake, yet the unease still lingers even as you watch your bludger connect first into Jihyo and then Lisa.

Really putting the L in Lisa huh?

The other bludger.

Your eyes snap to Ryujin as she watches in horror.

For every action there is an equal and opposite reaction, a saying by some muggle.

Still you hear it before you see it, the crack of J.seph’s bat against cold bludger metal, you react almost without thinking.

Your eyes snap to her for the briefest microsecond, her fingertips mere millimetres from the snitch, unaware of the danger she was in.

You could give up the snitch and the game. 

No danger would come to her, you’d be the last person who hurt her.

A simple promise to yourself.

You couldn’t deflect it, your bat was gone. Hopefully she won't get too mad at you.

You were too slow on your broom to take the hit.

You draw your wand, fluttering memories linger, mostly lectures from Yoohyeon, what was and what wasn’t considered a foul.

Wand usage was considered fair game on your team and on your brooms.

J.Seph looks at you like you’re insane.

All you can offer is a toothy smile… while you still had them

“Flipendo.” Your broom splinters against the sudden force, for the briefest moment you feel like a bird, sailing through the air.

Too bad falling was very much on the menu.

J.Seph moves in a panicked frenzy, attempting to strike the bludger again to alter its course, but it’s far too late.

It hits you like a steel wall, launching the wind out of you. Still, it keeps pushing, crushing your ribs slowly but surely.

There’s an apologetic worry in J.seph’s eyes that mounts with each strike, it rings deep in your skull like a bell.

Slowly your vision darkens at the fringes as you fall.

Muffled distant sounds as your consciousness fades.

“Rennervate.”

You awake suddenly and violently on the pitch, somehow not worse for wear, you catch a brief glimpse of Sunny running to various players healing what she can.

Your hands clutch a nearby person, you almost expect it to be Yoohyeon by the tremble. However it’s Yoongi’s tired, lethargic eyes.

The smell of martial magic hangs thick in the air, who the fuck was dueling on the pitch?

You groan involuntarily, pain grips at every vestige of your being, still you move.

Only now do you hear the… arguing? 

Was that Yoohyeon?

“Sectumsemp-”

Where the fuck did sh-“Expelliarmus”  you cast with a practiced graceful ease.

Her wand flitters through the air, discarded in the grass, you can feel the smouldering anger from here.

Her eyes burn a hole in her hand, her eyes snap to you and for a moment even without her wand fear for your life.

Her eyes soften, even as your legs give out beneath you, still the grass is soft and bouncy.

An odd comfort.

Her panicked run, a sweet reminder of where you began as she slides next to you, checking you over.

“You think you’d never seen someone get hit by a bludger before?” You give her an almost disappointed look. “Seriously? Sectumsempra over a scratch?”

“One minute you were right behind me and the-” Her voice cracks, only now do you notice the tears that well the edges.

“Tch, next you’re gonna hit people with an unforgivable for looking at me funny,” you tease, maybe an Occamy wasn’t too far off for her?

“I was worried oka-” her fist slams against your chest.

You do your best to muffle a grunt of pain, as you take a deep breath in.

“I’m so sorry,” she apologies quickly.

“I mean I had it coming, shouldn’t have been a dick.”

A pout lingers on her lips.

“Where’d you learn Sectum anyway?” 

Her eyebrows crease as if it’s obvious. “From you, duh.”

“Hold up,” you wave your hands in front of yourself, “I did not teach you that.”

She rolls her eyes as her hand pats your cheek, “Geez you purebloods act like magic is hard or something.”

You feel her smile as she presses a kiss into your forehead.

She smiles that sweet dorky smile and you’d wish for nothing else in the world.

“-Oh,” suddenly she freezes, “ah.”

Your wand is already in your hand, a rushed “Protego.” Glimmers to life in front of you.

She looks at you with a heavy weight of confusion.

“Hey!” Your eyebrows knit together, “you hit me with a Stupefy last time.”

“...You know I completely forgot about that,” she laughs awkwardly, her hand caressing the back of her neck.

You watch as she contemplates laying down on you before she tugs you softly into her embrace.

Even still there’s a tender shyness she has under your focused gaze, you’d easily forget that nearly maimed poor J.Seph.

Her fingers play absently with the grass, her eyes never quite meeting yours.

You poke her nose softly. “What was the freeze about?”

“Oh,” her face blooms with a cheeky smile. “Close your eyes.”

“Fine,” you roll your eyes, still a smile lingers on your lips.

“Hold out your hand,” you offer an open palm.

You feel a soft almost magical warmth, finely detailed grooves and a metallic sturdiness. 

“You can open your eyes now,” you can hear the small pleased hum of a smile.

The golden snitch, you hadn’t really bothered to look at one up close before.

“Oh, shit that means we won!” A smile tugs at your lips as you balance it between your fingers.

Before you finally offer it back.

“It’s yours.” Her fingers trail through your hair. “A real present instead of a re-gift or a hand me down.”

You smile softly, as you fight the tears that well up. “Are you sure?”

Just her comforting presence was enough. “Of course, I just wanted you to know you’re worth all the effort I can muster.”

“Even if you’re fine with less.”

Your fingers dance along her cheek as she stares lovingly at you, you fight through the lingering aches and pains to press a kiss into her velvet soft cheeks.

She feel her basically melt against your touch.

“I’m surprised you caught it and still had time to cause a commotion.”

“Well…” her gaze diverted away from you, her tongue dancing along her teeth. “I didn’t know I had it.”

“God damn it Yooh,”  

A cheesy smile bubbles across her lips.

Still a question lingers in the back of your skull, you lean up gazing directly at her. “What was the thing you wanted to talk to me about?”

“Well,” she starts and never quite finishes. 

Her eyebrows crease followed by a deep breath. “What are you doing over Easter?”

“You already know the answer to that, Yooh.”

“Well… I was,” her eyes hesitate even if her mouth doesn't. “...wonder ifyou’dliketocometomyplace.”

There’s the slightest scoff that parts your lips, an act of surprise. “I didn’t realise muggles were so forward.”

She rolls her eyes, “It can’t be helped when Purebloods don’t make a move, you and Yoongi are as bad as each other.”

“I get it, I get it.”

“You’ll get to meet my mum,” she beams at the thought.

“Should I be worried?”

“...No? I mean I’ve told her all about you,” still, her gaze avoids your ever so slightly.

Your eyes narrow, “....wait, is that why you were being so… confident.”

She shrinks ever so slightly at your words, “...Maybe?”

A chuckle tickles past your teeth.

“Hell, if we have the chance you could even meet my Dad.”

Her expression falls ever so slightly, replaced with pointed surprise. “Really?”

“...Yeah?”

“Damn you must really like me,” you feel the ever so soft nudge of Yoohyeon’s elbow against your ribs, a cheeky smile on her lips.

It’s cute and endearing.

It doesn’t stop it from hurting, a grimace tightens across your face.

Still you wouldn’t have it any other way.

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[insomniakisses]

Reader trying to distract yoohyeon while she’s doing the dishes by teasing her and then just ends up bending her over and eating her out from behind

Yoohyeon Smut Drabble

18+ MINORS DNI // CIS HETS DNI

You cant help but smirk when you see her at the sink, her pyjama shorts riding up slightly as she washes up.

Sneaking over to her you kiss her ass cheek, smirking at the yelp she lets out. You shush her as you pull her shorts aside smirking when you see shes wearing no underwear.

“Y/N! What are you doing!” You can hear the embarrassment in her voice and the worry of being caught.

“Relaxxxxx baby” you coo leaning to kiss around her cunt avoiding exactly where she wants you. Waiting for her to beg.

“Please baby..” And there it is you smirk. Pushing her down further, as she spreads for you. Leaning in you give a soft lick to her folds reviling in the moan she lets out as she pushes back against you.

“God your so wet baby,” you tease lapping at her cunt eagerly and reaching to rub her clit. Smirking against her when she clenches around your tongue.

Just as shes about to cum you pull back fixing her shorts and slapping her ass as you go to watch the tv and laugh to yourself when she gapes at you from the sink

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[dark-night-insomniac]

| Dreamcatcher jiu x gender neutral reader

Genre: medevial au, fluff and angst

| Word count: 6.1k~ Part 1

Warning: fighting, blood, injury, angst, cursing, threats, physical&mental abuse, historical inaccuracy~ switch from first person to third at some point

| Cast: Minji, Sua, Yoohyeon, Gahyeon and You

A/n: some of the other characters in this might get their own story ;)

Sua’s spinoff - Gahyeon’s spinoff coming soon

—————/———————/————

I’ve seen her a few times around the village

Even from a distance, the mysterious aura seeping through her gaze always seemed to catch my attention

I knew better than to mess with witches

But to say my not-so royal life was getting boring was an understatement

My family sent me to live in the rural edges of our kingdom, with the purpose of teaching me life the hard way, before becoming the head of the palace

So here I was, a prince, trying to stay undercover, living as a farmer under someone’s uncle’s roof

~~

That women I keep seeing, i've never quite seen a beauty so surreal, ‘’maybe it was a spell’’ i chuckled to myself, or maybe it was something far more than what i expected it to be

——-

I struggle to remember the color of the walls inside the palace. Maybe they changed it now.

My father and mother had agreed on it, before being suited to lead the kingdom, I had to live the hard way. Living with a friend of a friend, a farmer that is, and for approximately 12 months.

Every descendant of the Crimson family that was in line for the throne had to prove themselves by doing so. But the way my father had thrown me out without a notice still left me hurt.

I felt the bitterness come back to the surface as I bit down on my already bleeding lip.The feeling was exactly what I needed for this instance.I picked myself back up, pushing away the stray hairs from my vision. My left side stung again as I received another blow to my ribs.

The small crowd cheered.

I wasn’t going to let that scoundrel make a fool out of me again. I targeted his leg, first grabbing his shoulders, then kicking his leg to be able to swipe my feet underneath his, making him fall successfully

The crowd cheered again

Seeing my enemy on the ground, I stomped my feet down to his throat.

I had enough…

I kept pressing down even after he tapped on my leg for mercy. It's only when one of my friends pulled me back that I came back to my senses. The crowd quickly gathered around me, celebrating another worthless win. ‘’Yea yea, i won, the show’s now over every one’’ i made a gesture for them to disperse.

The moment I could feel the breeze again, I looked around at the disappearing crowd.

We had this event between friends every week or so. The crowd was always changing, new faces every time. But one face seemed familiar through it all.

A slender figure, dark hair, and always that dark cape looming over her. My friends told me she was only around when I was the one fighting.

Villagers, farmers, foreigners, anyone could enter our fighting matches as long as they placed a bet. The crowd could place bets as well, delivering the money before being permitted to watch the show. It wasn’t anything professional, far from it, but it was a way for us to distract ourselves and get some money out of it.

I walked back to my older friend, looking down at the amount we had gathered

‘’How much did we get?’’ I asked

‘’Weird question for a royal like you y/n, shouldn't you already have all the riches in the land?’’ he quirked his eyebrow. I kicked some dirt his way.

‘’Hey! Do that again and you’re never getting your share’’

I huffed before sitting down by his side to help him count

——

After all, life outside the castle wasn’t too hard. Harsh but freeing in many ways that the 4 walls of that palace could never provide me.

I walked back home at dawn, walking a bit further away from the village. I stepped inside, noticing my adoptive family, each sitting around the table.

‘’Good evening’’ I announced myself before taking off my worn out jacket

‘’Did you feed the lambs and the chickens?’’ A stern voice asked me

I cursed under my breath

‘’Go outside to feed them and do not come back in until it's done. You'll sleep outside if you are too lazy for such minimal tasks. You might be royal blood, but from what i have seen of you, you'll never be as good as your father’’ he spitted at me

I felt both my fists clenching, breathe y/n, only a few more months…

‘’It's not because your a descendant of the Crimson’s family that you're any better than us, now go before I teach you a lesson’’

I exited the house, slamming the door behind me.

This is ridiculous, no one restocked the food for the chickens. I grabbed my satchel and made my way out further, nearing the woods.

I still wasn’t quite sure what these animals were supposed to eat to grow. I would usually steal from our neighbors gardens, gathering what I could so uncle could get off my back.

Like the usual routine, I sneaked past the small cabin, kneeling down before the small garden. I started filling my bag with anything I could grab.

I believed myself to be safe. That is until I heard wood cracking under someone's weight. I immediately ducked, laying on the ground as flat as possible. Footsteps grew louder and closer, that’s when I heard a shout and decided it was my time to run. I stood up and saw the old man pointing his gun at me, I ducked and started running towards the woods. Hearing cursing and gunshots following. I ran through bushes and trees, not looking back

I stopped a minute later, trying to catch my breath.

That's when I heard a voice humming. I hid behind a tree. I heard of these fables, the ones who were stupid enough to wander around the woods alone would often encounter what people called witches. Seemingly human, but with monstrous powers.

I tried listening to the humming. I felt warm, almost comforted by the sound. I racked my brain, trying to remember witches powers and their effects on the common mortal. That song she was humming, it must be some sort of spell or enchantment

I plugged my ears with my fingers. How was I going to get out of this?

‘’Running, like you always do y/n’’

Right, I looked around before stepping out from my hiding spot, ready to run once again

Unfortunately for me, grace wasn’t one of my fortee, nor was my vision so it seems, has i had failed to notice a small root sticking out from the ground, making me trip and fall down

The humming stopped.

I cursed under my breath. I looked up to be met with an oddly familiar face. She simply giggled, looking down at me.

I stood up before taking a step back, cautious to who or what i had encountered.

‘’You’re hurt’’ she almost whispered while looking at me

Her voice sounded like pure silk, something bringing me almost as much comfort as it had for fear a few seconds prior.

I knew better than to fall under a witches charm. Yet, I stood frozen as she approached me, unable to look away from her delicate features and her chocolate eyes. Her hand made contact with my face, making me slightly jump. Her gaze met mine again, this time seemingly worried.

‘’S-sorry’’ I mumbled. She smiled before letting go of my face.

‘’Make sure to clean that cut and put pomade on it, if you want it to heal’’ she looked down with a shy smile

‘’Oh..I will’’ I replied before shaking myself out of this trance like state

‘’I'll be on my way’’ she excused herself before walking away

I ran back to the cottage, feeding the chickens with what I had gathered before finally settling down inside. I looked at my reflection, a cut was present where the women had touched my face. I gathered water from the kitchen, taking a small bowl to bring some over to my room.

I sat down before plunging face first into the bowl. At least I could clean up the wound.

Satisfied, I undressed and laid down. I stared at the rotting ceiling, wood really couldn't last long against the rain I thought. I turned to lay on my side, staring out the window.

Images of earlier came to mind. I wasn't sure if I liked the woman I encountered or if it was only the spell of a witch, either way, I was probably only touch deprived.

She was just one of many faces I would come across and never see again.

——

Yet another crack of dawn fell upon the village.

I unwillingly opened my eyes to be blinded by the waking sun.

If I were to wake up early enough, maybe uncle wouldn't catch me leaving for the day. I wasn’t willing to fulfill my duties per usual, so I opted on escaping to the village for another of our fighting tournaments. I quickly dressed up in my red cardigan father had given me, before exiting by the room’s window. I walked through the field before joining the main path. After a few minutes, I knocked on my friend’s front door.

Only a few seconds passed before she opened the door.

‘’Y/n!’’ she exclaimed

‘’Ready for another successful day Yooh?’’

She nodded with a grin before following me outside. She left to gather any possible fighters while I set up the scene, simply marking a line in the dirt behind one of the houses in the village.

I then settled down Yooh’s bet’s hat, anyone agreeing to fight or to watch had to place a bet against us, thus making us quite the coin after each fight.

When Yooh came back with a crowd, we decided on an order. A few foreigners in town would be fighting a few locals, then, the winner would go against me for the final.

We collected the bets and let the fights start after explaining a few base rules.

——

The crowd started getting bigger after a few rounds. More and more familiar faces stacked up around the circle. I felt a hand on my shoulder and turned around to be faced with none other than Lee Gahyeon.

‘’Well if it isn’t the princess herself’’ I teased, slightly bowing.

She grinned from ear to ear, making me do the same.

‘’Y/n, you know not to address me as such around here” she lightly scolded.

‘’How is the farm life treating you dear friend’’ I asked, a bit concerned.

‘’Better than you it seems” she teased, pointing out my rough figure.

‘’The difference between you and me Gahyeon, is that i'm letting myself have fun while away from the castle’’

‘’And I only have a month left before returning to my family, so who is really the winner here y/n?’’ she grinned

Gahyeon was a princess sent here for the same purpose as I was. Only difference being her coming from a different kingdom, one adjacent to mine. Our families were allies. Once they heard about our family’s famous tradition, they decided on sending Gahyeon out into the world as well.

‘’Well i suppose i'll be lonely then’’ I playfully winked at her, making her giggle

Our attention was brought back to the fight when Yooh announced a winner, it was then that I turned around and saw the hooded girl again.There was this insatiable feeling inside of me, I needed to know her name. But as I started walking towards her, Gahyeon pulled me back.

‘’Don’t think you're escaping from me so easily prince charming’’ she grinned

Although I would have joined Gahyeon's stories, I was still distracted by the stranger. I turned the other way again, meeting the mysterious eyes through the crowd.

Those eyes, I could recognize them anywhere, an object of fascination against my own will. I was taken aback once I realized it was the same woman I had encountered in the woods. But before I could do anything, she ducked with a seemingly disappointed expression on her face.

I tried following after her, but Gahyeon was there to stop me again as well as Yoohyeon this time. She called me in for the final fight. I stepped into the circle, looking up to see my opponent. I frowned, I had never seen this type of attire, probably a foreigner.

Yoohyeon announced the rules again, the winner would win it all. Enticing amount of money for anyone that wasn’t royal. The fight started and I was able to immediately put my opponent to the ground. He managed to pull me off a few times but I was not going to let him take the win.

I pushed him once again to the ground, he groaned before shouting some words I could not understand. I heard some commotion in the crowd and immediately turned around to yoohyeon, seeing the girl fighting the friend of my rival. They were trying to steal the prize from her.

I was about to run to Yoohyeon but my opponent pulled me back.

I felt a stinging pain in my left leg. I looked down to see the man pulling out his dagger out my leg. I let myself fall onto the ground, now clutching at the wound.

I screamed to Yoohyeon to warn her, to let them go so she wouldn't get hurt. The crowd had already corwarded away, leaving the 2 men against me and Yoohyeon.

She let them go after being thrown to the ground.

I got back on my two feet and approached her

‘’I'm so sorry about this situation, are you okay dear?’’ I asked worried

I helped her pull herself off the ground, it's then that I saw a tear running down her face.

‘’yooh’’ I wiped away the tears, turning her face towards me.

‘’Its my fault, i couldn't fight him off, and now he's gone with the money’’ she muttered out

‘’Yooh, no one could of predicted this, it’s my fault if anything, i told you to stop fighting them, i didn't want you to get hurt’’ I reassured

‘’why-’’ she stopped her sentenced when she looked down at my bloodied leg

‘’Y/n! what happened’’ she crouched, touching around the wound.

‘’That bastard had a dagger on him, but i'll be fine’’

She seemed to disagree with me and retrieved her hand from the wound, looking at the substance now on her fingers.

‘’I think he had poison on that dagger, look’’ she showed me the green substance that she retrieved from the wound.

She then stood up before pulling on my arm ‘’Follow me, we need to get some medicine for you’’

I stopped her ‘’Yoohyeon you also have injuries, please go rest back home, i'll fix myself later’’ She was about to fight my decision but I glared at her.

‘’Fine’’ she pouted

‘’I’ll bring you back home now’’ i left her no choice

‘’right, prince charming’’ she joked

‘’I do this because I care about you, not because I was raised this way’’

—--

You led yoohyeon back to the safety of her home before going your own way.

You looked down at your leg. ‘’I have to fix this now’’

You weren’t knowledgeable in medicine and even less poisonous substances. But you did know a friend that could help you on that matter. You didn't like him much, but it was better than letting that substance simmer inside your flesh.

You made your way to his house and knocked.

Quickly your eyes were met with a cocky grin from the tall boy.

‘’Well, well, how could I help my dear Y/n today?’’

You scoffed at him ‘’Well, one of the fighter decided it was a good idea to wound me with poison today’’

He frowned, now serious ‘’I see, let me take a look at it’’ he made sign for you to enter.

You sat down on one of the chairs in his cabin. He kneeled before looking at the wound, He seemed fascinated by it, letting out some noises of excitement

‘’Anything?’’ you asked

‘’Y/n, a master needs time to complete his work’’ he smiled

He stood up before going towards his bed, picking up a book from it. ‘’From the color, texture, that wound…I don't think that's going to kill you, not yet anyway. Only thing, I dont have the plant you need here for your remedy’’ he seemed pensive

‘’Can you help me or i am wasting my time here?’’

‘’I sure can, although the plant I need is a bit far from here. I do have a brief sketch of it that should help you find it’’ he explained, ripping a page from his book.

You took the page out of his hands before walking towards the exit. ‘’Your welcome!’’ he screamed towards you before you disappeared from his view.

——

‘’This shouldn't be too hard’’ you repeated to yourself while walking further into the forest.

You approached a small water stream, stopping there to refresh yourself after the long and painful walk. As you stopped there, you heard shouting in the distance

You stood up and walked towards the source, curiosity getting the best of you.

You quickly hid when you noticed a man pointing his gun at a hooded figure. Intelligible words were exchanged between the two before the man threw the person to the ground. In a matter of seconds he then aggressively stepped on their ankle before stealing their belongings.

You came out of hiding to confront the man but he was already running away. You ran to the women that was on the ground

‘’Miss, may I help you? Why did that men attack you?’’ You asked

You waited for her response but only heard her sniffle. It was when she turned her face to meet your gaze that you recognized her face. ‘’A witch’’ you accidentally blurted out ‘’Is that why he attacked you?’’ she nodded at the question

‘’I won't hurt you’’ you quickly jutted out

‘’I believe you, I have seen you quite a few times around y/n’’ she inquired.

You were shocked at the mention of your name. She seemed to notice your confusion and tittle her head with a smile

‘’May I know your name?’’

‘’Of course, I'm Minji, or Jiu for short’’ she smiled through the pain.

She tried standing up but failed due to her injury. You offered her your hand and helped her stand. She tried putting weight on her feet but groaned at the feeling, gripping onto your hand for support.

‘’Oh your ankle, I can help you back home’’ you reassured but her smile dropped.

‘’I dont think its a good idea to bring me back home seeing as though you have a lover waiting for you back there’’

You frowned, confused.

‘’The princess?’’ she quirked her eyebrow

‘’Oh, that is not my lover. We are friends’’ you replied. She simply nodded

‘’Wait, how do you know she's a princess?’’ you asked curiously

‘’She isn't exactly trying to hide it with her gold brooch’’ she replied, making you laugh

‘’I also have noticed your embroidery dear prince’’ she seemingly teased, making you blush

She let go of your hand and tried walking on her own but to no avail. You grabbed onto her again. ‘’Let me help?’’

‘’You know what i am don't you?’’

You slowly nodded, trying to understand what she was trying to say.

‘’Then you shouldn't be here, even less at my house, which is near the coven’’ she explained.

‘’Minji, you can't walk on your own, I promise i'll be quick and of no disturbance’’ you slightly bowed, long forgetting your own injury to help the women in front of you. She sighted, knowing she had no other choices but to accept.

‘’Fine, but you should wear this, so as to not be recognized as an intruder’’ She gently took off her hooded cape and gave it to you. She helped you put it on properly, tying the front and placing the hood above your head.

You noticed a small frown on her features before she gently touched your cheek

‘’You didn’t put pomade on it, did you?’’ she asked with a teasing smile

‘’Oh, I must of forgotten, i’m sorry’’

she simply replied with a nod and a grin

You gave your hand to Jiu, holding onto it firmly to help her walk back home.

——

After what felt like an eternity, you could see the edge of wooden roofs starting to peek through the foliage.

As you walked closer to the village with Jiu, you observed the magnificent sight. A witch’s village was nothing short of breathtaking, unlike the horrible descriptions in those fables. Although the sight was to cherish, with all its greenery and uncommon forms, the sight that was to your right couldn't be beaten. It would be a lie to say you hadn’t peeked at Jiu’s profile throughout the long walk. You grew fonder of her soft chocolate eyes and her inviting smile. Although you had been too shy or preoccupied by her state to talk, the silence seemed to be comfortable. The both of you enjoying each other's company while admiring the surrounding nature.

The exterior of the small cabins were painted of eccentric colors and flowers were surrounding each and every building.

You both walked closer to what seemed to be her house. She opened the door before you helped her in. She then sat down onto her bed before looking back at you.

‘’Thank you y/n’’

You simply nodded, watching her uncomfortable figure trying to chase away the pain.

‘’Could you please bring my pain medicine? It's in my underground storage behind my house, you should be able to find it by the wooden trap there’’

You weren’t sure about wandering in such a place, but if it was to help Jiu feel better, then you would do so.

‘’What does the medicine resemble? you asked, unsure

‘’It a red glass bottle with a leather cap’’ she smiled

Having all the information you needed, you hesitantly stepped out of her cabin. You walked towards the back side of the building. A few meters away from its back wall, you noticed the wooden trap. To your surprise it was left open, making it easier for you to climb down in.

The place was quite dark, with only a faint flame lighting the room. You approached the light to start searching for Jiu’s medicine.

You heard a faint noise behind you, but before you could turn to the source, you were pinned against the harsh textured wall.

‘’Who are you and why are you here?’’ a smaller women asked, her knife to your throat

You gulped, ‘’I'm here for Jiu’’

‘’How do you know any of ours name’’

‘’I'm a friend of Jiu’’ you tried explaining but to no avail.

‘’I don’t believe strangers’’ she mentioned before pushing you to the ground. She let her weight pin you down to be able to tie your hands with some rope.

She commanded you to get up before asking more questions

‘’Jiu has been gone for hours now, why should I believe you when you could be the reason of her disappearance?’’

‘’Listen, your friend was attacked and I simply helped her get back home’’

The smaller women didn't reply, but simply approached you, now curiously looking at the embroidery on your chest.

‘’The Crimson palace…what is royalty even doing here?’’ she asked herself. She then walked a few steps around the dark room, seemingly in thought.

She looked at you after pondering, ‘’Who are you?’’

‘’It's not important, we need to go help Jiu’’ you replied, impatient to get back to the injured woman.

she harshly grabbed your face ‘’It is important if you want your pretty face to get out of here unmarked’’ she snarled.

You hesitated, blowing your cover wasn’t exactly meant to happen during this ‘learning session’ away from the palace. Especially not to witches.

Her hand started clenching harder around your face.

‘’I'm the prince’’ you finally jutted out, making her let go of your face

‘’There you go, was that so hard?’’ she giggled mischievously before pushing you out the room and up the stairs

‘’Where are we going?’’ you asked, unsure of what she planned on doing with vulnerable royalty.

‘’You’ll see soon, won't you?’’ she teased. She seemed unbothered by your sligh panic, enjoying the effect she had on you. To your relief, she walked you back to Jiu’s front door. She opened the door before pushing you in, making you fall to the floor.

‘’Is this someone you know?’’ she asked after putting her feet down on your back.

‘’Sua, be careful would you?’’ Jiu snarled at her

‘’Yes I do know them, they helped me get back here’’ she confirmed before letting herself to the ground to untie your hands from the harsh rope.

She looked over you like looking over porcelain, looking for any marks that would predict future shattering.

‘’i'm fine’’ you whispered to her with a reassuring smile

She looked back to Sua ‘’Do you at least have any medicine for me?’’

‘’Here’’ Sua took out a bottle from her satchel and threw it towards the bed

‘’If they do anything, just alert us with a scream’’ she explained before leaving the both of you alone.

Jiu painfully pulled herself back up to bed, ‘’I'm sorry about that y/n, Sua is…very protective’’

‘’I can tell’’ you smiled ‘’It only means you’ll be safe here, makes my heart a bit lighter’’ you admitted. You weren’t sure if it was the product of your imagination, but you swore in that moment you saw blush spread across her face.

She opened the bottle Sua had given to her and took out some of the medication to chew on.

‘’Is that all?’’ you asked, unsure if the medication alone would help her ankle. She giggled at your question before taking out something from under her bed.

She revealed a small wooden box. She pulled some bandages out from it before starting to twist the material around her ankle. You quickly kneeled before her, offering to help her. She smiled before letting you take the material to finish surrounding her ankle. You gently secured her ankle with the material before letting her foot down.

A few seconds passed. Waiting for any response, you looked up to catch her staring at you with a fond smile. You immediately looked back down, a bit embarrassed.

‘’Thank you y/n’’ she grinned

‘’It's nothing’’ you smiled back before getting up

But Minji frowned, looking down at your leg. ‘’Did Sua really cut your pants?’’

You looked down as well, now remembering your own injury ‘’It is not Sua’s doing, it is from a fight’’

‘’Can I have a look at it, I may be able to help you in return for your services’’ she pleaded

Without a word you simply sat down next to her. Her hands wandered around the wound on your thigh. She gently raised the material off your skin. Her expression seemed pained as she traced the cut. ‘’Do you know why the blood seems greenish?’’ she looked back at you

‘’I believe my opponent had poison on his dagger, which he was not suppose to use regardless’’ you huffed

‘’I see’’ Jiu helped herself up and made her way to a cabinet, grabbing a small jar from it. She came back and gave it to you. You noticed the symbol on it, it was the plant you were looking for earlier. ‘’How did you know this was the right antidote?’’ you looked a Jiu, surprised

‘’Well witches do have a few tricks up their sleeves’’ she winked, making you smile

You looked back down at the wound, ‘’Do I just apply it directly?’’ you questioned

Jiu giggled ‘’No we have to clean it first’’ She grabbed a small bottle from one of her shelf

‘’Here is some alcohol’’ she smiled. You watched dreadfully as she opened the bottle

‘’Maybe we do not have t-’’ she cut off your sentence by pouring some of the liquid on the cut. All that could be heard was your muffled groans as you harshly pressed your lips together.

Jiu watched the liquid fizzle, like some kind of potion she would be working on. She was about to pour more but you stopped her, pleading her to not do so.

‘’Oh, I'm sorry, I didn’t realize it hurt bad’’ she apologetically smiled before replacing the alcohol bottle with the small jar. She opened it before placing a generous amount of ointment on your wound. She gently spread it so as to not hurt you.

It's only now that you realized how close she was to you. Her body almost colliding with yours, you could feel the warmth radiating from her skin. A feeling you hoped would become familiar.

She gave you some bandages to finish treating the wound. ‘’Here, you should be able to recover now’’.

You stood up to properly wrap the material around your leg. Once secured, you noticed how the lighting seemed to have faded from earlier. You looked outside only to confirm that night was indeed approaching.

‘’Well, I will be on my way now, thank you for everything Minji’’ you bowed

‘’No need y/n, thank you for rescuing me today’’ she smiled

You felt that leaving her was causing your heart to ache. After finally meeting the mysterious woman, would you simply return home and never see her again? At last, you knew these questions wouldn't be answered by staying in her home, so you opted on wishing her a good night before exiting her house.

You made sure the wooden door was safely closed and locked before turning around. You stopped in your steps, met with none other than Sua and one taller girl. Her eyes went wide before turning into a teasing look

‘’Ah Sua, I will be heading home now’’ you explained

‘’Curious, with how long the two of you were in there, I believed you were staying the night’’ Her words surprised you, making you blush.

The other girl eyed you curiously before speaking. ‘’If you aren’t interested in Minji, we could spend some time together as well’’ she smirked. Sua elbowed the taller girl ‘’Dong, this is not the time to court’’ ‘’Fine, my excuses’’ she replied before sending you a wink as she made her way back towards what you assumed to be her house.

Sua turned back towards you ‘’Leave’’ she sternly directed to you

‘’Yes miss’’ you replied before making your way out of the village.

—---

A week has passed since you last saw Minji. Although she would usually present herself during the fighting tournaments, you assumed she couldn't make her usual errands in town with her ankle.

It didn't stop you from wondering if she was well, if someone was taking care of her or if she was recovered

You had been busy with tasks at home, but you planned to visit her. So when the next morning came, you quickly exited the house to make your way to her, hoping you wouldn't be ambushed by her friends again.

—--

Making your way through the woods. you seemed to recognize the surroundings. The small stream, the flowers. Wasn’t this the place you first encountered Minji?

A sudden idea came to your mind. You approached the flowers, gently picking some of them. You place them in your bag, making sure to not fumble any of the petals before resuming your travels

—---

You saw the wooden roofs appear once again in the distance. You remembered the way, to your relief.

You carefully stepped foot into the village, looking around for signs of any of Jiu’s friends. When you judged the cost to be clear, you let yourself walk further into the small town. That's when you saw her, tending to some flowers near a cabin. She looked just as beautiful as the last time you had seen her. She was sitting on a small bench, her ankle still surrounded for protection.

You let yourself admire her for a bit, enjoying the scenery of it all. Although you felt peaceful at that moment, your heart started singing a song of its own. Its pace quickening at the mere sight of her.

Suddenly, Sua appeared behind her, bringing what looked like to be more flowers to tend too. And although Jiu hadn’t noticed you, Sua immediately did and took her dagger out before calling to you. She seemed to not remember you.She hastily made her way to you but Jiu finally turned around and made eye contact with you. She immediately smiled and called back the smaller woman, explaining to her you were the stranger who helped her a few days before.

Sua retreated before teasingly smiling at you once again. This time she let no word out, simply making a gesture for you to join Jiu.

You walked to where Jiu was sitting

‘’Y/n. How are you’’ she smiled brightly

‘’I am well, I hope you have recovered since our last meeting’’

‘’I do feel better, especially now that you are here’’ she teased before giggling at your shy expression

You reached into your bag, carefully pulling out the flowers you picked earlier. You looked down at them, breathing in before having enough courage to look back up at her. You placed the flowers in front of her, still holding onto them ‘’I wanted to give these to you’’ you shyly expressed.

You didn’t quite understand what was happening to you. You never felt much. You always passed as the cold hearted person who had no time to spare for any strangers. But here you were, feeling your chest fill with butterflies as you looked into this woman's eyes.

She gently took them into her own hands. Looking gleefully over them, smelling the different flowers you had brought to her.

She looked back at you with a grateful smile ‘’Thank you y/n’’

‘’They reminded me of you’’ you blurted out

She giggled, looking back at them ‘’Is that so?’’

For once in your life, you decided to act on your feelings instead of the logic your brain was trying so hard to push onto you.

‘’I like you..Minji’’ you looked at her, only to see her shocked.

Scared, you looked back down to your feet. That was until you felt her warmth close to you once again. You could recognize that feeling anywhere, her presence was one you could never forget, intoxicating yet a blessing.

You felt her fingers hook themselves under your chin, encouraging your gaze to meet hers. Her gaze looked sincere and loving. ‘’I admire you a lot y/n’’ she said in almost a whispers

‘’I'm sorry about what I said’’ You tried explaining yourself.

What you failed to notice all this time was that Jiu felt attracted to you as well, wondering at night where you were, if you also thought about her and missed her.

At the simple mention of her being a witch, people would either attack her or run, no one had been considerate enough to talk to her, let alone help her. You made her feel loved in a way no one before had been able too. Even when she had romantic interests, she would have to hide who she was. But with you, she let herself hope that things could be different.

Noticing the silence, you tried speaking up again ‘’I should of not sai-’’

Jiu wasn’t gonna let you finish that sentence, she wanted to let you know just how much she appreciated your existence. She pulled you in for the softest yet most passionate kiss. Her lips weren't rough nor distant, a perfect amount of pressure accompanied by a slow and loving rhythm.

You felt hypnotized, her lips casting a spell on you, her body pressing against you like she was the puzzle piece you were missing. Her hand gently grazed against the back of your neck while you held onto her waist.

for the first in a while, you felt happy. Like life had a meaning, like the world was given back its colors.

You once believed love was a curse, but if she was the one casting it, then it was well worth it.

#dreamcatcher x reader #dreamcatcher imagines #dreamcatcher oneshots #dreamcatcher scenarios #jiu x reader #jiu imagines #jiu scenarios #jiu au #dreamcatcher au #sua x reader #yoohyeon x reader #gahyeon x reader #minji scenarios #minji x reader #minji imagines #kim jiu x reader #kim minji x reader #dreamcatcher #dreamcatcher gahyeon #dreamcatcher jiu #dreamcatcher sua #dreamcatcher handong

[hwabyul4wheesun]

-----------------Masterlist------------------

Mamamoo

Twice

(G)I-dle

Aespa

Dreamcatcher

Purple Kiss

Itzy

Le Sserafim

NewJeans

Red Velvet

Viviz

KARD

Nmixx

Tomorrow by Together

#oneshots #twice #newjeans #red velvet #viviz #kard #nmixx #tomorrow x together #le sserafim #itzy #purple kiss #dreamcatcher #aespa #gidle #mamamoo

[soobiverse]

Welcome to Soobiverse ✧˖*°

*ੈ✩ About me

My name is Xen <3

> 04 Liner

> He/They

> Omni + Gender Fluid + Poly + Demi

I started listening to Kpop in August 2019 and I started writing in February 2020.

I write sfw & nsfw (nsfw only for legal idols) and for all genders.

*ੈ✩ Groups I Stan

*⁀➷ Boy groups:

TXT + Cravity + Enhypen + Onewe + Seventeen + NCT (All Units) + Ateez + The Boyz + BAE173 + E’last + Astro + P1harmony + Xdinary Heroes + Boynextdoor + ZB1 + Kingdom + &Team + 8Turn + Lucy + Aimers + Lun8

*⁀➷ Girl Groups:

Twice + (G)i-dle + Dreamcatcher + Purple Kiss + StayC + New Jeans + Le Sserafim + Ive

Don’t request from groups I don’t stan, please ๑‧˚₊

ੈ✩ Masterlists

#tomorrow x together #txt #kpop #seventeen #ateez #kpop oneshots #introducing myself #introduction post #cravity #enhypen #kpop x reader #nct #the boyz #bae173 #p1harmony #xdinary heroes #onlyoneof #boynextdoor #gidle #dreamcatcher #purple kiss #newjeans #le sserafim #ive #kpop fanfic #explore #kpop smut

[ot7stan4life]

“I Want You” (Sua ver.)

Sua (Dreamcatcher) x Female Reader

*Requested*

Word Count: 1680

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

Warnings: mild sexual content

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

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

That didn't last long.

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

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

"I think everyone looks good,” Minji answered.

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

Siyeon chuckled. "They said just one member."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[themagical1sa]

really feeling BONVOYAGE (Farewell Ver.) by Dreamcatcher lately...

So now I'm trying to move on without you just like it is the end

Counting every day, waiting day and night for a reason

Tell me, oh, Bon Voyage

Under the sky, oh, Bon Voyage

Even without words I still know

I know you, I know you

#dreamcatcher #dreamcatcher bonvoyage #dreamcatcher bon voyage #the pre-chorus and chorus always gets me #the chorus more especially #the first two lines?? of the chorus?? #trying to move on without you just like it is the end?? counting every day waiting for a reason?? #guys what if i cry. what then #also totally not thinking about my college blockmates who are ALL thinking about me. #i apparently had that effect in the one year i was there... #...but things have happened and still happen beyond my control... #...so now i'm trying to move on without you just like it is the end... *proceeds to cry* #oh! also! iswm captaineer oneshot idea #could be a sequel to the dreamcatcher deja vu one hehe #Youtube

[luc1ferx0]

A Harmony of Heartbreak

SuA x GN! Reader | Angst | Warnings: None

As SuA slept on Siyeon's shoulder, Y/N couldn't help but admire their long-time friend. Y/N had known her for all their life and, in the process, fell for her. She was a force to be reckoned with. You couldn't stop her soul; you couldn't stop her determination; you just couldn't stop her.

To say Y/N liked her would be an understatement. Y/N loved her. Y/N loved SuA with all their heart.

Y/N remembered when they had met the girl.

It was a normal day at school; they were with their friends, enjoying their time together, when suddenly…

"Hi! I'm SuA!" Were the first words ever spoken to them. Y/N and SuA got along well; not once did they ever fall out. Sure, there were arguments here and there, but Y/N and SuA would always find their way back to each other.

"Yah, what are you looking at?" said Siyeon, having caught Y/N staring at SuA.

"She really does look like a crow-tit, huh?" Y/N covered. No one knew how in love Y/N was with SuA.

"You just realized that now?" said Siyeon as she looked at SuA with a smile.

"Yeah." Wrong, Y/N had always noticed. Despite her endearingly chaotic nature, whenever she was more toned down, Y/N always had the chance to admire her, as these instances were mostly when she was focused on completing a task. This is where Y/N noticed how she looked like one. Down to the height, the eyes, and when she puckered up her lips, she was an adorable crow-tit.

"I'll let you move; here, let me." Y/N sat on SuA's other side and placed her head on their shoulder.

Siyeon gave Y/N a look they couldn't read, then looked at SuA before getting up to go talk with JiU. Y/N smiled, feeling warmth in their chest as SuA snuggled up to them. Y/N placed their arm around SuA, and it was then that they decided. SuA had to know how much she had affected them.

How much Y/N had paid attention to her, how much Y/N cared for her, loved her, and wanted to give her everything. Y/N wanted SuA to have the finest things in life, and while Y/N may not be able to afford everything that SuA desired, Y/N made a promise to themselves long ago, when they realized their love for SuA was to be the cause of SuA's smile, never her tears.

If Y/N had caused SuA an ounce of heartbreak, it too would have broken them. It was as if they shared one soul; whatever the other felt, the other would feel it too. But does SuA even feel the same way? Y/N didn't know, but they hoped she did.

As of now, it was night.

It was no surprise that SuA had attracted a fair amount of admirers, who would all leave notes for SuA to meet them at a certain place at a certain time. Of course, SuA had always asked Y/N to stand guard in case anything happened, and Y/N always did so. Thankfully, none of her admirers got aggressive, but some made her so uncomfortable that she had to use their sign to signal Y/N over. She would simply put her hand behind her back and make a peace sign at Y/N, and Y/N would come over, pulling her away from the situation.

Now, Y/N did not want to make the girl they loved uncomfortable, so they made sure the note had a little hint that it was from someone she knew. Of course, SuA had found the note and still asked Y/N to come and guard. Y/N said yes.

Usually, they'd meet before the confession, and Y/N would find a secure spot before letting SuA go over. That didn't happen this time, as Y/N simply took a picture of their "hiding place" and sent it to SuA. SuA, still being skeptical, asked for a selfie, and Y/N did so. Now convinced, SuA was on her way.

Y/N was nervous. Who wouldn't be nervous when they're about to confess to their first love? Whose first love was this intense and managed to have a connection with them for years? What comes to mind when mentioning a first love was either someone who genuinely was an angel or someone who you couldn't help but fall for because of the way they were. They were sweet, kind, caring, and attentive, and no one could truly compare to them. However, you both were young, and it also ended in two ways: you had a messy breakup, or you lost them as you never had the chance to truly confess.

On the other hand, you had a love for someone that confused you; you would constantly ask for clarification on what you two were, but they'd always respond playfully, so you would never know if what they were saying was true or not. Soon, you find yourself hurt over their actions towards you or others you care about; however, you still love them despite the hurt. They didn't care. They would never notice you or your love, as they were too preoccupied with themselves to even care about returning the love you had for them.

However, this was different. You two had managed to last all those years without ever falling apart or hurting each other so badly to the point where your friendship would never be the same. Who is to say you two wouldn't work out in a relationship?

And so, SuA arrived. She looked beautiful as ever. Although it was dark, SuA was glowing under the moonlight. Oh, how beautiful she was on this moon night.

Now was Y/N's chance. It was time for the moon night.

"Siyeon? What are you doing here?" SuA asked. Y/N stopped in their tracks.

"I came to see you," Siyeon responded.

"Oh? Were you the one who left that-" Siyeon cut SuA off.

"I'm in love with you, SuA. I don't expect for these feelings to be returned, but I love you so much that I start seeing you in my dreams. I dream of us, together, in front of all our somnias, not being afraid to show our love for one another, while everyone cheers whenever we show an ounce of affection to one another. You're crazy, to say the least, but I love your crazy. I love the way your laugh sounds, that's why I imitate it a lot. I love that you're touchy, and though I may yell "NO" sometimes, the truth is that I wish to stay in your arms forever. I love your random kisses, even if most of them are fake kisses where the angle covers us up, making it seem like we kissed, but we didn't, I had wished feel your lips on mine. I just love you, SuA. I couldn't keep these feeling hidden any longer. They were threatening to burst earlier today, but now, I found the right time to tell you all this..." Siyeon looked down to her shoes immediately after she spoke.

Suddenly, she heard a little giggle. She looked up and saw SuA too, looking down at the ground with a wide smile on her face. Suddenly, Siyeon was knocked backwards by SuA rushing towards her and burying her head in Siyeon's chest. Siyeon had to steady herself by taking one step backward as she held SuA in her arms as a smile began to grow.

"Yah! What is this?" SuA whined as she buried her head further into Siyeon's chest. "I love you too!"

Siyeon could not have been happier as she tightened her arms around SuA.

After a moment, SuA asked "Does that mean you'll let me touch your butt without you yelling "no"?"

"SUA!"

However, as the two new lovers basked in happiness at the fact they both shared that deep love they harbored for each other for a long time, there was one whose heart was broken.

Y/N watched from afar as the two laughed, kissed, hugged, and, in the end, left hand in hand.

It was too late.

It was amazing how two similar situations have different endings.

Both loves lasted years; however, one was successful, and their love was fulfilled, for the other shared their feelings. Now, they aren't afraid to kiss and hug this person, to tell this person shamelessly that they love them, and to experience the joy of the person telling them they love them back.

One was heartbroken. All those years spent with them—staying there with them, caring for them, loving them—all come crashing down when the person they love doesn't notice their love. On the bright side, you know they don't love you back, and on the dark side, that is a fact you have to live with for the rest of your life. Your love may have been longer; you may have loved that person first, yes, but it wasn't enough as the person you love ended up with someone else.

Perhaps you both were soulmates in another life, just not soulmates here. Heck, who says soulmates exist? Why do I suddenly not believe in love anymore? Why do I feel resentment towards the other person, even though they have been nothing but kind to me? Why do I feel water trickling down my face? Why is everything suddenly blurry?

It was a quiet night, but it would soon be disturbed by the sounds of a melancholic tone playing in Y/N's house. The song used to sound happier, as it was a song meant for SuA and only meant for ears. However, she won't be able to hear that once-happy tune anymore.

Y/N continued playing the piano, acknowledging that what was once a Harmonious Serenade, is now A Harmony of Heartbreak.

#dreamcatcher #dreamcatcher angst #dreamcatcher x reader #dreamcatcher sua #sua x reader #angst #dreamcatcher scenarios #dreamcatcher oneshot #dreamcatcher imagines #gn! reader

[let-them-read-fics]

Midnight Mercy

Pairing: Gahyeon x Fem!Reader

Warnings / Misc. -- Smut, Somnophilia, Slight Degradation

Word Count: 2,607

Summary: The term "wet dream" takes on a whole new meaning in the middle of the night, nestled between the sheets of your bed.

Gahyeon needs your help in finishing what she unconsciously started.

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

A/N: Hey everyone! I’m sorry for not uploading sooner; life just got in the way a bit. Buuuuut, I’m back now, and I’ve got a few writings already finished that I just have to edit and post for all of you to enjoy :) I hope you like this piece <3 Handong’s story will be posted soon, also, so keep an eye out for that!

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“Y/N,” a sleepy mumble came from behind you, paired with a bit of shuffling beneath the sheets. 

“I’m here, Gah,” you responded, equally as tired and fully aware that she was away in dreamland somewhere and incapable of actually hearing you. 

“Y/N/N,” she spoke again, this time a little louder – a little more forceful. 

You rolled over, intertwining your legs with hers and laying an arm across her midriff to offer her some reassurance. Perhaps she’d feel it and fall back into a restful slumber again. 

“Shhh,” you soothed, the noise slightly altered from the way your cheek pressed against your pillow. 

When your fingertips lightly stroked her side in a gentle, mindless pattern, she seemed to relax and settle down. Whatever was bothering her stopped, and you lazily smiled, falling back into the rhythm of sleep right behind her.

- 20 Minutes Later - 

Unconscious, unintentional stimulation. That’s all Gahyeon’s mind cared about as it prompted her body to continue the slow grind that it had begun a few minutes prior, aiming to relieve the pressure that plagued her core. 

Her hips wound in sensual circles and strokes, causing her clit to rub just right against something firm and warm that just so happened to be nearby.

Only when the rocking became more forceful did she begin to wake up, and only then did she realize what she had been doing. Her pulse was quicker than normal, pumping harder in her chest, and her breathing was faster, too.

Aided by what light the moon had to offer, she peeked down at where your bodies were joined. The covers had fallen – or been pushed – away, exposing both of you to the night air. 

Both of her legs were wrapped around one of yours, and as she moved to reposition them, her mouth fell open instead. 

A large wet spot glistened on your thigh, darkening the leg of your grey sweatpants in a way that both embarrassed Gahyeon and aroused her. 

Though she hadn’t meant to, she had nearly gotten herself off on you. 

Her eyes tracked up to your face, where she found blissful ignorance etched into your features. 

You were laid out on your back, breathing softly. The neckline of your tank top had ridden lower than it was meant to, due to your drowsy tossing and turning from before. She couldn't help but focus her attention there, admiring the way that your nipples were peaked beneath the thin material, just out of view. 

She bit her lip, needing to busy her mouth. 

The waistband of your sweats had long ago fallen below its proper place as well; your hip bones peeked out above it, and it was all her fault. Her grinding had slowly worked your pants down, pulling them little by little. 

Crimson blush crept up the back of her neck, working up to her cheeks the longer she admired you. 

Did you have any idea how beautiful you were?

While thousands of people threw themselves at her on the daily, all vying for any miniscule amount of attention she'd pay to them, here she was giving every bit of it to you – wholly and undivided. 

She was simply a pawn in your unconscious game. And yet, for a fate that sounded so taxing, she lived for it. 

Her bout of adoration was interrupted as you shifted, sensing some sort of change despite still being asleep. 

Ignorant to the situation at hand, you scooted closer, returning your body to its previous position next to hers as you unconsciously sought out the warmth that she provided so well. 

Your arm wrapped around her abdomen as you pulled her in, and your leg shifted back between her thighs; the motion of your readjustments reached her clit, sending a wave of pleasure washing over her again. 

It reminded her of just how sensitive she was. How close.

Your cheek pressed to her chest, nuzzling there comfortably. 

“Y-Y/N, baby,” she addressed, though her voice betrayed her. What she intended to sound firm was anything but; it classified more so as a broken moan than anything else. 

“Mmm,” you hummed, still blissfully unaware of what was happening. Sleep played on the edge of your mind, cradling you there. 

She gave into the selfish urge to grind again, just a little. No harm, no foul… right?

Her head pressed back into the pillow when your lips brushed against her breast, settling dangerously close to her nipple. Your breath fanned out across her exposed skin, exploiting how sensitive it was; her thin crop top was practically useless as a barrier. If anything, it only heightened what she was feeling. 

It was almost too much to handle; her head spun, dizzied by everything that came along with having you so close. 

“Y/N, wake up,” she tried again, voice still airy.

You muttered a low protest and drew her closer, not listening. 

“You feel so good,” you complimented through a sleepy, blissful sigh, your lips ghosting across her skin with the words. Your hand skimmed down further, meeting the curve of her side, before coming to rest above the line of her thong. 

The pulse between her thighs grew stronger with everything you did. Shame pervaded her mind at the idea of using you like this to get off, but she couldn’t deny that she wanted it. Wanted to take advantage of such a perfect opportunity – of you, and your flawless body. It made her feel dirty, but turned on all the same.

“Gah,” you uttered, beginning to wake up and break through the haze of sleep. “What’s wrong?” She was tense in your arms, and doing everything she could to keep some distance between you. 

You blinked a few times, adjusting to the dark before propping up on your elbow to look at her. 

With her head turned away, you couldn’t see the helpless way her bottom lip was caught between her teeth, or the furrow of her brows as she focused hard on refraining from riding your thigh. 

Your grip on her waist tightened as you shifted close enough to peek at her face; the subtle move made her moan, and it was then that you began to piece things together. You glanced down between your bodies, finding her two thighs trapping one of yours in precious need. A gentle smile showed on your face, full of curious wonder. 

She was absolutely ruinous.

“Why didn’t you wake me up sooner, baby?”

“I tried,” she said. “You were out like a light.”

Two half-truths that conveniently enabled her to forego explaining her deeper desires. Admitting just how much she had enjoyed the thrill of using you in your altered state wasn’t an option in her mind. 

The slight undertone of annoyance in the unsteady waves of her voice made your smile deepen. She really must have been suffering. 

“Use me now, then,” you resolved simply. “Finish what you started.”

She turned her face to look at you – finally – allowing you to see her rosy cheeks and the want in her eyes. Her hair was mussed, a bit disheveled as it splayed across the pillow in multiple directions. Still, she was breathtaking. 

“Y-you don’t mind?” She asked smally.

You let out a little laugh at that. “Of course not. Why would I?”

“I didn’t know if you’d be in the mood. Since you’ve been so busy lately, I didn’t want to bother–

“Gahyeon, look at me,” you interrupted her rambling, bringing a hand up to cup her cheek. “I will always be in the mood for you, okay?” You raised your brows expectantly. 

She nodded, taking your words of reassurance to heart. 

“Making you feel good makes me feel good. So come here,” you coaxed, settling back against the pillows behind you. “...I want to watch you ride me.”

Her heart skipped a beat, both in part from your sweetness and also from your request. She wasn’t often plagued by shyness, but you had the mysterious ability of bringing it out in her at times like this. 

A timid smile reached her lips as she rolled over, obediently moving to straddle you. Her wet shorts made contact with your exposed stomach, making you draw in a breath. She laid down atop you, aligning her body with yours; she was practically humming with need.

“You’re so good to me,” she praised, musing gratefully. 

You smiled as her lips grazed your cheek, pressing a few soft kisses to it before she buried her face in the safety of your neck. You wrapped your arms around her, letting her settle comfortably between them and find her confidence again. 

Her hips began to move in small strokes, still reserved, like she was testing the waters. Your hands gained purchase on the small of her back, guiding her to move freely and release her inhibitions. 

“Go ahead, sweetheart. Don’t hold back.”

The reassurance in your sweet voice successfully spurred her on, and she began to own her desire, slowly but surely. 

In time with her grinding, her pillowy lips drug across your neck, leaving open mouthed kisses in their wake. 

She gave into the urge to mark you when you moaned her name under your breath, just loud enough for her to hear. 

“Is this what you wanted to do while I was asleep?” You asked, tilting your head to the side to give her better ease of access. “Too much of a slut to be patient… Just wanted to use me to get off, huh?”

She nodded, humping faster. The degradation in your tone made her clit throb harder than before, and the humiliation of being found out made her heart pound. 

She should’ve known you’d put the pieces together eventually. 

“Didn’t wanna wait…” she mumbled between kisses, fessing up, “...felt too good to stop.”

She allowed her hands to wander over your body, ghosting her nails across your skin just enough to leave goosebumps as she trailed them towards your chest. She kneaded one of your breasts through your tank top, groping it like she’d been dying to ever since waking up. 

You whimpered, and the sound of it made her hips jerk and stutter briefly. 

“Fucking hell, Y/N,” she cursed under her breath. Her shorts rubbed against your stomach and pelvis, spreading her slick everywhere, making a mess on you. The heady scent of her arousal filled the space between you, igniting something within you with every inhale you drew in. 

In one motion, she pulled your top down, fully exposing your chest to her eager eyes. The thin straps of it fell down your arms, hanging loosely. 

Under her heavy gaze, it was your turn to be shy; she sat up to take in the full sight of you, still straddling your waist. 

Her hands splayed across your stomach as she continued to grind, reveling in the friction that her clit received. The force of her thrusts moved you as well, causing your breasts to bounce.

The image of you like that only made her wetter, and she made it a point to etch it into her mind to remember later. 

Your fingertips skated to the edge of her shirt, which you promptly pulled off of her and tossed elsewhere into the surrounding darkness. 

You sat up and kissed her exposed skin, encouraged by her poorly-suppressed sounds of pleasure. 

She was a work of art, and as you nipped and licked everywhere your mouth could reach, you attempted to paint a hundred different odes to her. Little tributes, all reminders of your devotion to her that she could discover later. Every mark was a splash of color, growing a deeper shade as you fell even more in love. 

With your bodies intertwined and her writhing insatiably within your arms, you felt invigorated. 

Your lips enveloped her nipple as you took it into your mouth, swirling your tongue around the hardened peak. She melted into you at the feeling, pushing herself closer and closer to give you as much access as possible. 

On their own accord, your hips began to wind. 

Your own clit throbbed, having been completely ignored the entire time. But now it brushed against the bunched up crotch of your sweatpants as you moved, attaining a taste of relief.

Erratically, Gahyeon’s muscles jumped against you. You could feel her impending orgasm beginning to take over; her moans grew louder, and her movements less controlled. 

They were stuttered and messy, even causing the headboard to collide with the wall a few times. But you couldn't have cared less; you simply smiled triumphantly and met her with the same level of intensity, encouraging her to chase after her high and use you however she needed to. 

"Y/N/N, baby" she warned, voice whiny and strained with effort, "I'm gonna…"

You released her nipple with a wet pop and brought a hand up to the nape of her neck, pulling her in for a kiss. She submitted immediately and gave you control, welcoming your tongue into her mouth as she teetered on the edge. 

You threaded your fingers into her hair, tightening your grip without warning. The sensation – paired with one final, perfectly timed grind – sent her over the edge. 

A slew of whiny moans came out of her, high pitched and breathless. Stars erupted behind her eyelids, and her mind raced with thoughts of you. She held tightly to them, hanging onto the glorious feeling for as long as possible, never wanting it to end.  

As you coaxed her through the aftershocks, she suckled on your lower lip, languidly riding out every last one of them. She jerked a few times, clinging to you like her life depended on it. 

She was especially sensitive when you reached into her shorts and circled her swollen clit with your thumb. 

"How about another, baby? Since you did so well for me." You offered against her lips, enjoying the way she trembled.

Her resulting, sheepish nod inspired a smile to form on your face.

“Oh and, for the record,” you added, brushing the tip of your nose against hers, “you can do whatever you want with me, anytime; even if I’m sleeping. I don’t mind.” 

You felt the way that she clenched at that, her walls responding to the mere future promise of it alone, and your grin only deepened. 

She shook like a leaf as you moved even closer, allowing your lips to hover next to her ear.

“I know you want to, jagi. It's cute." 

An embarrassed groan left her, but you were only encouraged by it. 

"Maybe I should pretend," you teased, shutting your eyes as you laid back down onto the pillows. "This better?" 

When you let out a fake snore, she whined in protest and smacked your shoulder. 

"Yah! Cut it out!"

You chuckled and pulled her down, pressing a kiss to her cheek to smooth things over again and win her back. Your fingertips swirled across her clit again, like an unspoken apology to ease her anger. 

Despite the pouting she was doing, she leant in to kiss you anyway.

It didn't take long for her to melt into it, either – giving herself up to you again like the good girl she was. 

Moonlight fell across her features, highlighting all of the ways they scrunched together in pleasure when you quickened your movements in her shorts. You eased two fingers into her and curled them, inspiring a loud moan to slip out of her mouth.

With a smirk, you accepted what fate had in store:

Neither one of you would be getting any more sleep tonight.  

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For Your Eyes Only | Yoohyeon x Reader

Content/Warning: Mostly fluff, though as is inevitable when I write there is some angst and extremely brief mentions of bad previous relationships.

Requested: Yes

Cast: Yoohyeon, Ryujin and Jiu, Yeji is mentioned

Genre: Soulmate AU

Word Count: 3780

Average Read Time: 15 minutes

English. Unknown letters and syllables, a smile tickles its way across her face.  Her fingers linger and trace over words. A tender, soft, delicate touch. A seedling finds root in her chest. A small dim light twinkling in her chest, hope

Your fingers crest ivory keys, smooth butter-like chords trickle into your studio. One word echoes through your mind.

Safe.

Living in a new country was a difficult experience dotted with language barriers. But new and difficult was good, to fail was to get better after all.

You grasp your water bottle, a quick sip is all you need before you switch to drums. Part of you missed the sweet sour tang of energy drink.

Even with your headphones on you notice someone peer into your studio. A smile blooms on to your lips, an almost silent knock on the wall next to the door.

Your fingers and thoughts are almost too lost in the process, too focused on kicks, snares and 808s. You feel familiar fingers jolt across your shoulders.

An attempt at a surprise.

You slide the cuffs of your headphones off your ears turning to meet Ryujin. "Hm?"

A sour frown greets you, a pointed roll of her eyes. 

A chuckle threatens to spill past your lips.

"You know the album is done right?" A teasing smirk licks at her lips. "You can go home and relax."

The thought did cross your mind, "it's a personal project."

"Right, right…" her chuckle tickles your ear. You hadn't realised how close she clung to you. "Where have I heard that one before? How many projects is it now?" 

You can't help but roll your eyes slightly, she meant well. 

"This one is different," you quickly point out. 

You watch as her eyes scan over yours, looking for any hint of a lie, like a focused beam of light. In another universe she'd make a good detective or hunter. 

"... Fine fine," a groan passes through her lips as she pulls back. "Well let me know if you finish with your little project. Me and Yeji are going out for drinks, but I have a sneaking suspicion she's gonna bail."

You give her a nod, fingers focused on the bass line. Your mind humming along to your escape, a skill you picked up during a bad relationship. 

Back when you just needed to express yourself. 

Yet with no pain in your system, your thoughts drift like wood in the ocean. Early nascent thoughts of hope and yearning. 

Days filled with poetry as you avoided backlogged assignments in high-school. When you truly believed in having a soul mate.

Your brain fumbles through song ideas, your ears admire your finished rhythm, though it was only an instrumental if you had no lyrics. 

You wanted to express the earnest love and hope that was seated deep in your heart like a nestled pearl. Perhaps Seoul was a good place for your heart and soul. 

Soul. 

Seoul. 

Seoul mates? 

…a shiver runs down your spine from pure cringe. Maybe you should leave it to the professionals?

Memories twist and pull at your brain despite the overwhelming cringe. Strands of twine form a rope to pull up the past. 

A desk, far too dissimilar from the present. 

High school, a mixing ground for creativity and negative vibes, a mist of anxiety, stress and energy drinks. An idle hobby, a coping mechanism... at least at first.

Words, ink, like splashes of paint dot your art. Amateurish in origin but good practice nonetheless. Across your skin, the ink makes it mark, words describing wishful aspirations of love.

You'd heard stories, rumours. Your soulmate would see anything you wrote on your skin and vice versa. However, you saw it as nothing but a myth, despite claims to the contrary.

It was easier to accept that than the possible alternatives. Years had gone by and you hadn't seen anything appear on your skin. A discouraging thing in such an earnest time in your life. The thought of your soulmate wanting nothing to do with you crossed your mind in more than one instance.

Yet, as the words you wrote dot your skin, you almost pretend for your own sake. 

They're words from a distant soul, words meant for your eyes only. A sweet smile crosses your face. 

Beautiful what-ifs

The sweet release of sour memories sweeps through your mind’s palate– you feel a different spark take a hold.

You had always struggled with lyrics, the only thing that was worse than your korean.Too enshrouded with your attempts to avoid the past. You can’t outrun a storm forever.

Rain has its own beauty.

Your stomach grumbles, snapping you back to your very real physical needs. Your hunger reaches for your phone, delivery would be good.

If your phone was charged.

A scowl threatens your lips. You needed a plan, not an easy feat while hunger wracked your brain. Your charger was at home, too far to sail in a sea of hunger. 

Your memory blesses you, Ryujin had mentioned a new cafe about a block away. You grab a nearby marker, your handwriting a terrible mess as you attempt to write an alien—to your brain—script onto your skin.

Heartstrings.

Even despite the profound hunger gnawing at you, you load your project onto an old discarded mp3 player. A joke gift in the modern age, a source of relief in the early days of high school.

Highschool was an entire country and several years away. 

Your mind is its own siren call, taught with weathered old grip, yet vice-like like a steel cage. 

You're pulled ashore onto the beach of old memories. 

Yoohyeon hadn't thought too much about the whole soulmate thing, something that was spoken about only in preschool. The rush as all the kids clambered for any sort of marker. 

She was one of the unlucky few unable to write a message because one kid was a little too eager. Profanities littered every surface of his skin that he could find.

A funny incident before life became serious.

Her life filled with the pursuit of study left little room for thoughts about soulmates. Instead, she was filled to the brim with calculus, her calculator clattered onto her desk, a stressed sigh escaped her lips.

A groan follows suit, her textbook, a mush of letters, numbers and formulas. Indecipherable to her tired brain, a frown crosses her face.

Yet, she catches something odd on the surface of her wrist, illuminated by the soft amber glow of her lamp. A strip of black, a bruise?

No, words. Foreign in origin, but even she could make out what language.

English.

Unknown letters and syllables, a smile tickles its way across her face. 

Her fingers linger and trace over words. A tender, soft, delicate touch.

A seedling finds root in her chest.

A small dim light twinkling in her chest, hope. 

There was something to look forward to outside of her monotonous day to day. Her hand quickly grasps her pen, her fingers strain with the rushed strained desperation of a storm after a drought.

A flood to nourish.

A seed sown by her soulmate.

Your words would reach her every day forth, a comforting constant as she battled the sweltering Korean summer heat. Your words would evolve from roses are red parodies, not that she could quite grasp it at the point. 

She treasured your messages, your words, your feelings regardless. A smile adorned her face as you scrawled new creations onto your skin, her skin. Your skill evolving with each passage. 

It wasn't until the Korean winter that someone else noticed the words on her skin. 

Her eyes, too busy dazzled by the magical appearance that brightened her day. Her mind spinning tales about her would-be soulmate. 

"What's that on your wrist Yooh?" an inquisitive glance from her brother, her heart quickens from the suddenness. Panic melts through her as she quickly shifts the treasured words out of view. 

Too little, too late. 

"Was that English?" 

Her heart leaps into her throat, her mind scrambles for some sort of explanation. Her brother wouldn't approve of her head lost in an endless mist of idealisation, dancing in the clouds of fantasy. 

It was best to tell the truth regardless. 

Wounds heal quicker that way. 

"It's poetry," a small pout blooms across her lips, anxiety tickling at frayed nerves. 

"Poetry?" Less of a question and more of a surprised thought. His words linger for several aching long moments, his fingers trace his chin "Notes?"

"Uh..." A hesitant pause, a frown nearly slips through a counterfeit smile. "You caught me."

Her chest aches, a web of lies spun with the silk of her heart.

The first strand of many.

Eventually the lies lose meaning, studying English becomes a passion of its own. 

Deciphering your words a sugary sweet bonus, a preserver in the storm of life.

Her soulmate.

Yet, as the days and months go by, it’s a rare warm winter’s night where things change. Despite the extra warmth that hangs in the air, winter still has a bite in the air.

But that’s not what stings her heart.

Thorns had grown on the flower nestled deep within her heart, piercing deeper with each day. 

Your words whispered across her skin no longer, her fingers chase after ghosts, hoping to coax more words to form. 

They never do. 

Her hands claw desperately through scattered notebooks, any semblance of you she holds dear.

She cradles your words tight in her silk bed of lies, her sheets were only half as comfortable. 

An ice cold clutch withered at heart, tearing at her soul, choking her heart. 

Had you given up? 

A flaming passion reduced to nothing but smouldering ashes. 

Had you fallen ill? Deathly so? 

Another thorn digs deep at the thought. 

Or perhaps you’d given up on love? A fruit so far out of reach that you refuse its lustre.

She had been silent for such a long time, only now do the cracks become obvious. 

Your romantic words, nothing but offerings to the void, a guilty pleasure she did nothing but partake in.

Years trail past like leaves on the wind, memories dance delicately into dust.

Or so she thought, her brow quivers and her muscles ache, sweat trickles past her temple. 

Just one more run through, a thought that echoes and claws desperately through her mind.

It’s a single comforting palm pressed into the small of her back that soothes her, her eyes shift focusing on a familiar face.

“You’re still practising?” a familiar, sweet smile hangs on her lips, yet she knew better. 

Concern lingers overhead like a dark cloud.

Her own lips twist into a soft, faint smile, she feigns a glance at the time. “I thought you’d be cuddled up to Cherry by now.”

Her smile blooms ever sweet, like ripe cherries on the eve of harvest. 

A delicate flame that melts with its beauty. A thought trails across her eyes like a shooting star on a hallowed night. 

Yet, all she offers is a slight nod before her eyes focus back onto Yoohyeon, the same dreary clouds drift temptuously in her gaze. 

"How come you're so good at English?" A peculiar sudden question.

Yoohyeon’s eyebrows knot together before a grin twists over her lips.

“Because I studied it?” There’s a quizzical tilt to her voice, as if the answer was fairly straight forward.

A sharp giggle leaves her lips.

There’s the slightest cradle of a frown hidden in Jiu’s lip. Her head lists to the side as her eyes focus down onto Yoohyeon’s. Her lips roll with turmoil, unspoken words linger behind her gaze.

Finally a sigh escapes.

“...I notice you look at your wrist whenever you write in English."

Her heart sinks into deep forgotten depths, an anchor dragging across distantly familiar sand. 

How long had it been since she last visited those depths? The frosted echoes of love kindled and lost, traded over heartfelt and self worn words?

Years, the distance echoes like the glimmer of stars long parted.

It’s her own turn to inhale a deep burdenful sigh. It claws slightly against the floor of her throat, a desperation to ignore the past.

Yet it’s the release that feels bitter sweet, weight long held releases itself, drifting in a long forgotten river.

“My soulmate,” is all she can muster, her voice wavers at the crinkle of memories held under the dust of hard work and self focus. 

She can feel the itch in her throat, a crack waiting to appear.

Jiu’s hand on her shoulder holds her together. 

She always was a bunker in a storm, her soft wistful smile warms her soul.

“We don’t have to talk about it,” her eyes linger off to the side for the briefest of moments. “But you should at least talk to someone about it.”

A soft smile forces it’s way across Yoohyeon’s lips, a strange wistful thing. 

The older girl’s reassurance is a key to a hidden reserve held within the depths of her soul.

Maybe today was a good day to talk about it? To release the grip held tight by the past.

Yet Jiu’s head tilts to the side, eyes lingering on Yoohyeon’s wrist. 

“Heartstrings?” 

“Isn’t that where Siyeon gets her hot choco mocha?” Yoohyeon points out, a sprinkle of confusion.

“I mean I guess?” Her eyes linger on Yoohyeon’s wrist. “You’re the one who wrote it.”

Her fingers gesture to the crudely written words.

Korean.

A deep hopeful siren rings deep in her heart, her head is a cluster of messy thoughts and feelings. 

She feels the release of thorns aged in her heart, replaced with the blossoms of flowers long hoped for. 

You were here.

Blankets of brimstone dark clouds choke the embers of the sun, neon signs the only guiding light.

The glare through your window seat is oddly comforting, it was certainly an aesthetic. Your eyes catch on the sweet, soft drizzle of rain.

A storm wasn’t on the cards.

Soft chords wash through your ears.

Refreshing.

Almost like the soft drizzle of rain outside.

Of course they had no napkins… That or they didn’t understand your question.

Wouldn’t be the first time with your spotty korean.

You slump as deep as you can into your seat, a sigh extraditing itself.

Difficult was good, a thought you constantly needed to remind yourself.

Self-improvement and all that.

A far cry from younger days,even if the gnaw of anxiety is ever familiar. 

You should write. 

Your heart trembles through your hand through hitched breaths, old wounds creep and nudge your anxiety.

What if your words were wasted? Whispers spoken with only the love of hatred.

Bad relationships had stained your heart, what if you were never clean again?

My love etched across your skin

The feeling of marker against your skin is foreign yet familiar, nostalgic yet novel.

Uncannily different.

Light peaks through dim clouds for only a second, a cascade of light scatters delicately pooling across your table.

Nylon blue lingers by the edge of your table, a rain soaked hoodie. 

A tentative smile as fingers trail under lips. Her eyes linger with smouldering warmth, hot chocolate on a winter’s night.

…She was beautiful.

“Can I help you?” you barely blunder out, your tongue struggling against foreign wording.

You didn’t even want to think about sentence structure.

She smiles softly, a small comforting reassurance. Her hand crests over the table, taking a seat opposite you.

Did you say something you hadn’t intended to?

Her features roil with a similar turbulence before she offers her hand.

“Kim Yoohyeon.”

Her voice is soft, pleasant. An awkward grin spreads under your lingering gaze.

Her eyes shift over her hand towards you and then back again.

…Right, you should probably shake her hand.

“Y/n.”

Her hand is soft and welcoming akin to the caress of a cloud.

“Y/n,” She repeats, her eyes soften with almost a deep seated happiness. A small flicker of a genuine smile licks at the edge of her lips. Her gaze warms your heart. “That’s a beautiful name.”

The words linger in your ears in a messy jumble as your head lists to the side. Your brain tries to untangle each Korean syllable into any semblance of understanding.

But each syllable is more foreign than the last.

A slow realisation dawns on you like the first sunrise. 

A smug smile haunts her lips.

English.

There’s a twist in your heart, almost like that of a knot.

Except in reverse, a breeze of fresh air in your lungs.

A blooming warmth, even against the tranquil mist of rain shielded barely by glass.

A small twitch of a smile ghosts your lips, questions linger on the tip of your tongue like ghosts.

Her eyes gloss over you, a sincere patience whispered on the edges.

There’s a weird almost serene comfort in her presence.

Slowly a question tugs at your lips, “...Your english is pretty good,” even if the brain fails to articulate.

There’s a small surprise when her hand reaches for yours, a soft squeeze. “I had a good teacher,” a small soft dulcet whisper.

There’s the small marking of a tremble of her hand.

A small squeeze from your hand silences any dissident. 

Even amongst the comfort, there’s a tension… an elephant in the room, that you’re almost hesitant to acknowledge.

Her words move first. Her fingers gesture towards your earphones. 

“What are you listening to?”

Suddenly a turbulent wave washes over you like violent waves washing ashore during a storm, knives from earlier scars a grim reminder.

You don’t miss the sudden twitch of sullen melancholy grip her soft gaze as a small lick of a frown crosses your lips.

Almost like the twist of a knife in her gut.

She brings your hand to the soft edges of her face, it’s almost supernatural how comfortable you feel against her skin.

A gentle ember stoked by her warmth. 

“Just…” a song you should lie. Yet as your tongue tries to carve word into fact. “Something I’m working on.”

She follows every syllable like they’re heaven, her smile grows pulling your hand tighter against her as you speak true.

Her free hand gestures for an ear bud, a side of yourself typically held hidden outside of work.

Even then you weren’t baring your own soul.

You expect a tremble in your own hand as you pass your soul into her grasp. 

But there isn’t… it’s almost natural to bare your heart to her.

You could never get sick of her sugar swept smile.

A hum flows through her as a smile grips her lips, the sweetest melody to grace your ears.

You’re hesitant to admit you’re in love with a total stranger. There’s no small sense of cringe at the thought as a grown adult.

Yet your mind still wrestles with the warmth nestled in your heart despite the scars and stains from ill-fated love. 

Her eyes glisten like stardust, there’s a lavish happiness that dances in her eyes. A sweet tender smile tugs at her lips 

It’s effervescent, fleeting almost but you feel it, a twinkle of warmth centred in your chest. 

You swear you feel an invisible tug on your pinky.

The grip of something more. 

"You always were creative," a smile that strikes like lightning, yet it flows through you like a trembling warmth. 

The small twinkle of hopeless romance blooms into a wildfire, a confirmation of the thoughts you didn’t entertain. 

Yet… there's a small whisper, a ghost of a frown. You spy corners of mist slowly settle at the fringes of her eyes. 

Soft, delicate. 

There's a slight tremble in her voice, a weakening creak moments before ice shatters. 

"Why'd you stop?" Despite her best intentions, it twists like a knife, deadly so. 

Her words trace old scars, trigger old reflexes, your tongue poised to wipe clean the slate. 

Feared retribution. 

Yet even in the hazed flurry of your mind, you catch the soft quiver of her lip. 

Your own worry and anxiety itched desperately over old scars. To open old wounds would be fatal. 

Words trail at the edge of her lips, "Was it because of me?" her voice cracks like melting, dying ice before cataclysm. 

A mirror of your own anxiety. 

Your hand wrenches away from her, sadness singed deep into features like burned whispers around a bonfire.

Crystalline, sapphire embers dance in the corner of her eyes, a snowstorm cascades over the flowerbed of her heart.

Led astray with counterfeit love

I found myself and I found you

She’s beautiful even when a star falls from her eye, like a comet in the night sky. A trailing whisper of her heart’s own wants.

Yet there’s a crest of a smile as she tugs at her own sleeve revealing your hand writing. 

More tears boil to the surface, this time tender and bittersweet as she traces your words.

A cascade of heartfelt warmth.

The storm rages on outside the cafe, wind and rain batters against the window as the lights flicker overhead.

Her damp jacket wipes away the cascade of starry-eyed tears, soft sniffles bubble past her lips as a smile wrest control.

You offer your hand as you scoot past the table, even as she peers up at you through flickering lights.

You’re beautiful.

Each finger against hers plays a delicate, beautiful melody in her heart nursing a flower to bloom.

You’re surprised when she tugs at your jacket sleeve.

Fear, heartbreak stops me no longer

The flower in my heart blooms

For your eyes only.

Encircled in a heart.

She tugs, pulls you closer as the lights falter above you with a crackling sizzle.

Yet all you can think of, all you can feel is the brush of her lips as you’re pulled deep into her. 

A soft delicate warmth blooms deep within you, a true blessing. Even if the world went dark permanently, she’d be your morning star, your guiding light in a world forever dark.

Even as her arms crest around your body as she slowly pulls away, your soul begs for more.

Her forehead rests against you as a smile trickles between the two of you, even in the darkness you can pick out each radiant feature. 

The way her eyes shift away from you almost embarrassingly so, the crinkle of her nose as she tries to contain herself.

She practically vibrates as she holds back an excited scream.

A fear of wrecking the moment no doubt.

Her lips curl into a smug smile as her eyes trail over yours almost innocently so.

“Does that make us Seoulmates?”

You fight through gritted teeth, to laugh would be to admit defeat.

Even so, she takes revelry in your discomfort as she practically dances in place.

A laugh tumbling past her lips.

A moment ruined, yet still loved.

For your eyes only.  

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