#lee yubin x reader

[vex91]

Dreamcatcher - Always there

Pairing: Dreamcatcher x Female Reader (Platonic)

Fandom: Dreamcatcher

Requested by: Anonymous

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

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

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

A/N: I hope that I wrote it well😅

3rd's POV

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

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

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

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

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

Instead you made a cut.

And two.

Three.

Four.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[let-them-read-fics]

Cloud Nine

Pairing: Dami x Fem!8thMember!Reader

Warnings / Misc. -- Smut, Public Sex, A Little Fluff

Word Count: 3,218

Summary: With the next leg of tour in full swing and lots of places to be, you’re inevitably faced with a daunting red eye flight. Dami – paired with you for the ride – attempts to make the best out of a bad situation.

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

A/N: The NDA cover that Dami did with Yooh... dear god, does it have a hold on me. Anyways 🤠 I hope you enjoy this piece! Let me know what you think, and don’t forget to drink some water today! :)

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The ambience of planes has never once failed to fascinate you. 

So many people, so many stories, mingling and intersecting for a point in time that some would remember forever and others would rather choose to forget. Children, adults; first time flyers, seasoned vets. Some having the best day of their lives while others were experiencing their worst. 

A bunch of shooting stars converging, waiting to pass one another for what was likely the first and last time. 

With so much… humanity… packed into one space, your mind tended to give into the romantics. It made you feel small, in the grand scheme of things, but just as important all the same. Every unique experience being lived around you could come together to share this one, unifying moment. 

Well, perhaps calling it a “moment” would understate the grueling twelve hour journey you were embarking on…

But regardlessly, within that, you found true beauty. 

-

The thing to break you from your pleasant reverie was the hushed sound of an attendant’s voice over the intercom, providing a time check and announcing that the cart of refreshments would be brought around shortly. 

You peeked out of the window at your side, taking one last look at the velvety night sky before pulling the cover down and turning away. 

Dami’s eyes were shut and her arms were crossed at her chest; she was resting peacefully, just like a majority of the other travelers. The personal lights above everyone’s seats were all dimmed, basking the cabin in comfortable darkness. Some passengers employed the use of the small televisions mounted against the backs of the seats in front of them, and sparse illumination came from others that were on their phones or tablets as well. 

But for the most part, the darkness won out. 

You watched as a few people woke up, some on their own and others prompted by a jab from their friends or family sitting next to them. They wiped the sleep from their eyes and stretched, reaching down to retrieve their wallets from their carry-ons so that they could buy some snacks. 

You pondered for a moment, deciding on whether or not you should wake Dami up. She looked far too comfortable for you to do so and keep a clear conscience, and you knew she needed the rest anyway; the first few stops of the tour had drained her a bit more than she had prepared for. 

So you resolved to buy something for her instead. You already knew the foods that she preferred, after all, and she could eat them whenever she naturally woke up. It was a win-win in your mind.

Upon rifling through your bag and grabbing some of the cash you had stashed away, you took a second to admire her. The curve of her face was visible in the low light, soft and as pretty as always, and a small pout pulled at her lips, making her cheeks puff out slightly. It truly took every ounce of self control you possessed to refrain from poking them; but you prevailed in the end. 

Her chest rose and fell softly, lulled and gentle like waves lapping on a shore. It brought you comfort just seeing her like that, so cozy and peaceful. She deserved every second of it. 

“Miss?” An approaching, hushed voice asked, addressing you. 

You raised your head and were met with a pleasant smile from one of the attendants. The aisle’s sidelights were on at her feet, ensuring that her movements were well guided. 

“Would you like some refreshments?” She pulled the cart into view and pressed a button, turning the lights of it on so that you could see what each tier had to offer. 

You made quick work of choosing and paying, and before long she was quietly thanking you and handing over all of your goodies. Once you successfully got them all and unlocked the small tray attached to the seat in front of you, you pulled it down over your lap and laid everything out to sort. 

A minute or so later, once your work was done, you sat back with a happy sigh and snuck a glance at Dami. 

Although you had failed to notice it in your previously busy state, it became apparent that she had shifted closer to you. She was curled up a little more, and turned on her side, facing you. It awarded you a perfect vantage point for viewing the subtle smile on her lips; clearly whatever she was dreaming about was good, and that made you happy. 

One of her hands had fallen onto the armrest, with her palm upturned towards the ceiling. It peeked out of her sweater paw, tempting you. 

You succumbed to your weakness and reached over, carefully intertwining your fingers with her own. 

She reacted on instinct, still fully asleep; her hand curled into your slightly warmer one, and a quiet noise of contentment left her. She moved closer once again, and before you knew it her head had found its way to your shoulder, nestling there. Her warm breath fanned out across your neck, almost tickling. 

Snacking, you decided, could wait a while. Sleep was creeping up on you, anyway, and moving was no longer an option. 

You eased your head down atop hers and settled a little more in the seat, getting comfortable for the both of you. Your eyes fluttered shut as the smell of her shampoo washed over you, and you gently rubbed your cheek against her soft hair, allowing sleep to begin dragging you under. 

—

When you awoke a few hours later, things in the cabin were slightly busier than before. A few more people had rejoined the world of the conscious, and glimmers of hazy, early morning sunlight attempted to shine their way in through the plane’s oval windows. 

The tray across your lap had been cleared off and returned to its vertical position, providing room for you to comfortably move around and stretch the tension from your muscles. A blanket was draped over your body as well, courtesy of Dami. 

You blinked the sleep from your eyes and lifted your head from her shoulder, finding that somewhere along the way you had traded positions with her. She looked over at you, and her face neared yours in the process. 

“Sleep well, baby?” She smiled sweetly, pushing her glasses up a little higher on the bridge of her nose. 

You nodded, still not fully alert yet. The fog of sleep weighed heavily on your mind and clouded your senses. Perhaps that explained why when you felt something soft and warm against your thigh, tucked away beneath the blanket, you didn’t immediately register it as her hand. 

You peeked over at her illuminated phone screen and discovered that she was in the middle of reading a book. 

“How long have you been up?” The question came out as a groggy mumble.

Judging by the opened bag of gummies tucked away in her seat pocket, you guessed it had been at least a few minutes. You were glad to know that she liked what you got her.

Her lips pursed in thought. “Not long. Maybe half an hour or so.”

“Good. I know you needed it.”

“Yeah?” She grinned. “You were out like a light, too, you know.” 

Your face twisted into an anticipatory grimace at that. “Did I snore?”

Her head shook lightly as she removed her glasses and put them in her bag, and you visibly relaxed. 

“No, sweetheart. But you did get a little fidgety,” she revealed. “I was afraid you were having a nightmare.”

“What made you think that?”

She shot a quick glance around before moving a little closer to you. “Well, for one, you kept saying my name. And it sounded desperate, too, like something big was about to happen.”

Warmth rushed to your cheeks as her explanation sent realization crashing down onto you. 

“And you squirmed in your seat, too,” she continued, seemingly oblivious to your embarrassment. 

“But when I touched you, you stopped.” She shrugged, and the movement caused her hand to move a little. Her knuckles brushed against your center, just light enough to draw your attention. 

“Dami…” you started, before lowering your voice a bit more to spare your own pride, “...I don’t think that was a nightmare.”

When you pulled away enough to get a good look at her face, you witnessed a sinister change take place. 

“No?” She toyed, using the lilt in her voice to further tease you. “What else could it have been, then?” The innocence in her smile disappeared, opting instead to rebrand itself as arrogance. 

“You already know,” you muttered, blushing a little harder and turning your head away. 

Although things in the cabin were more active than before, concealment and deniability were made available by the relative darkness that still remained. It was a decent remedy for your shyness, and you silently thanked your lucky stars for it. 

And, for what it was worth, Dami was making sure to keep her voice hushed and her movements covered. Her aim wasn’t to make this unenjoyable for you; she just simply lived for teasing you every now and again… and she couldn’t deny that the thought of public play with you did something to her. 

“Mmm,” she hummed, unconvinced. “I don’t think I do, jagi. You’ll have to tell me.”

Her hand worked a little higher on your thigh, caressing the sensitive skin there. Hidden desire guided it, leading her to pull your legs apart a little more and grant herself better access. 

But you stopped her, quickly encircling your fingers around her wrist and preventing her from continuing. 

“Don’t start something that we can’t finish.”

She chuckled to herself at that. 

“Who says we can’t?” She asked, entirely serious, as she brought her face near yours again. Her eyes flitted across your features, taking their time to study them before eventually falling to your lips. Her tongue unconsciously poked out and slid across her own. 

“That bathroom is not big enough for us to fuck in.” You asserted.

“I can make you cum right here, Y/N/N. No need to even get up.” She stated lowly, her deep voice full of husky confidence. You drew in a sharp breath at her forwardness, and she noticed the change. 

When you shied away again, she took the opportunity to lean in and press a kiss to your neck. Her lips were pillowy against your sensitive skin – soft enough to tickle, even, had the stifling tension between you been absent. 

Warmth radiated from her, beaconing you closer. She was right there. She wanted you. She could take you in under five minutes, too, probably, considering how worked up you were already becoming. She could make you feel so good…

Who were you to deny yourself something so perfect?

Your grip on her wrist loosened, slowly but surely, as you handed control back over to her and submitted to whatever fate she had planned. 

She kissed the area just below your jawline while simultaneously spreading your legs apart again. Their innocent trembling was obvious – you were inexperienced with sex in this sort of setting – but it only made her smile and fall for you a little more.

"You're precious, jagi," she complimented. "I've got you; don't worry. Just let me help," she coaxed, kissing you again between the words. She switched hands in order to offer a better angle, and you sighed helplessly at the feeling of her fingers fully rubbing up and down your clothed center. 

“Go slow,” you pleaded, briefly peering over her shoulder. 

Relaxed movements would be easier to cover up if you got caught. 

The upturn of her lips against your neck was obvious. “Remember this moment when you’re begging me to speed up,” she teased. 

“Just shut up and fuck me.”

She tutted, “You know, maybe you need another nap–”

“Yubin.” Your voice was sharp, full of warning. The two of you truly bickered like a married couple sometimes. 

“Alright, Y/N/N,” she giggled a little against your skin, and you felt a small smile growing on your face, too, in time with the roll of your eyes. 

Her hand finally slid into your panties, putting distance between your wet skin and the ruined material. When her fingertips parted your folds, she felt just how much arousal awaited her; a quiet, surprised groan slipped out of her mouth at the sensation, and you blushed a little harder in response. She tended to be the quiet type during sex, so even the most subtle of her sounds made your heart pump a bit faster. 

“I knew you’d be wet, but this much?” She whispered breathlessly, sounding amazed as she collected more of your slick and circled your clit with her thumb. She toyed with you, fully enjoying the way your body responded so easily to her. 

“All your fault.” You struggled out. 

Without any further warning, two of her fingers slid into your entrance. 

Your walls fluttered in response, enveloping them in their warmth in an attempt to coax them in further. One of your hands instinctively reached out and tangled in the front of her shirt, pulling her in, and the other grasped helplessly at the armrest that it laid across. 

“Still so tight, Y/N,” she sighed at how soft you were – how smooth. Her fingers pulled out almost completely, curling on their way, before she eased them back in. She wanted so badly to see you spread out, dripping for her; but she settled, opting instead to focus on every little movement and sound you made as her mind filled itself with images.

A slow grind took control of your hips, aiming to lessen the ache. The motion brought her palm into contact with your swollen clit, and when she noticed, she decided to help. She rubbed it, applying a delicious kind of pressure that made your legs shake a little. 

Her free hand grabbed your chin and turned your head, forcing you to look at her. Through the dark, she watched your brows knit together in pleasure. Before you had the chance to bite your lip, you felt hers sliding across it, trapping it between her own. 

She kissed you passionately, greedily swallowing up the moan that you let out into her mouth and adding the smallest bit of speed to her movements. 

The seat made a squeak beneath you – a product of your grinding growing sloppy. Your fingers weakly tightened in her shirt as you fought your inhibitions; it felt too good to stop or slow down, but you ran the risk of selling yourselves out at this rate. 

She bit your lip and pulled away, allowing you a moment to breathe. 

“Yu–”

Her name cut off abruptly in your throat when her fingers went even deeper, brushing up against your most sensitive spot in the process. Your thighs clamped around her hand in a desperate attempt to keep her in place and prevent her from slipping away.

“Fuck,” she cursed harshly. “You’re doing so well, baby.”

You pulsed around her at that, and both of you felt it. Sensuality ruled her every move, commanding them just as she commanded your body; but beyond it – beyond that languid, brewing passion – a real sense of need reigned supreme. She was just as desperate to get you to your high as you were to reach it. 

Nothing was capable of turning her on as much as watching you come undone for her. The idea alone added a certain, sudden roughness to her movements that had your stomach flipping in excitement. 

A kind of turbulence that you never wanted to end. 

“Just a–” you sighed, biting back another moan, “...a little more. I’m getting close.”

She took your plea as an order, not stopping for a second. It was hard to restrain herself, but she fought against her more primal urge to pound into you. The tenderness was a nice change, she supposed, as you turned your head further to the side and the warm, flushed skin of your cheek pressed to hers. Your every subsequent whimper and whine traveled right to her ear – the most alluring kind of music.

How could you be so perfect?

“Come on, pretty girl. Make a mess for me.” She commanded lowly, feeling you teeter on the edge of ecstasy. The blanket barely covered her wanton ministrations now. 

Somewhere ahead, further up the aisle, a man stood up from his seat. You could see it through the tiny gaps in between the chairs – small flashes of motion that indicated he was turning your way. 

It sent an icy streak of panic through you, but, oddly, your body couldn’t stop. Though your mind was pleading to wait – to still Dami’s hand until the potential crisis was averted – your desire overruled it. You grabbed her wrist again, encouraging her to quicken her pace. 

She raised a brow, looking between you and the approaching man. He was on his way to the restroom that resided a few rows behind you, she deduced. 

“Baby…”

“Just keep going,” you whined, trembling. 

She nodded and obediently followed your instructions. 

Though being caught wasn’t something you necessarily wanted, the thrill of it brought on an undeniably arousing kind of shame. 

Dami’s red cheeks would sell you out immediately, despite the futile excuse her kiss-bitten lips would still attempt to make. Your flushed skin and mussed clothes would further incriminate you, only worsened by her hand in your pants. 

Truly, the risky environment excited you far more than you cared to admit. To know that she wanted you so badly in that moment that she didn’t care who knew – who saw – pushed you further and further towards the edge. 

The passenger grew increasingly closer – now just a matter of a two or three rows away as he tiredly shuffled his way down the narrow walkway. He greeted a stray few people all the while, bidding them hello. 

Dami leaned into you, pressing her lips to your neck. She kissed and sucked at the skin just below your pulsepoint, leaving a mark for you to admire later. She sped up her movements inside of you and eagerly rubbed your aching clit.

“Yubin, I’m–” you struggled out, tightly shutting your eyes. 

“Cum, baby,” she directed. 

Unable to hold out any longer, you let yourself go, falling into paradise. You sunk your teeth into her shoulder to muffle your whines, and she herself moaned at the sensation. 

The man passed by mere seconds after, obliviously nodding in your direction as his eyes sought yours in the dark. 

Your body was still tingling as it recovered from the high of your orgasm.

“Morning, ladies,” he said. 

“Morning,” you both responded in unison, sounding so out of breath it made you laugh together afterward. 

Once he had officially disappeared, you kissed the bite mark on Dami's shoulder as a silent way of apologizing. She smiled as she eased her fingers out of you, making more of a mess in your panties on the way. 

“Told you I could get you off,” she whispered through a grin, and kissed your cheek. 

You’d never been quite so grateful for the dark. 

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[kingmaker-a]

Mixer | Dami x Reader

Content/Warning: Mentions of alcohol, as well as technical consumption. Reader doesn’t actually drink. Mentions of fights, cuts and scrapes as well as blood.

Cast: Dami, Jiu, Yoohyeon. Artistic interpretation of the Paladins, Ryujin, Jennie and a really good boi/cat

Genre: Paladin Highschool AU - Paladin!Reader x Delinquent!Dami

Word Count: 7496

Average Read Time: 30 Minutes

Plot:

Dami wasn’t typical company you kept, but when King skips class you’re forced into her orbit and boy is it intoxicating.

She was alcohol to your veins, pure concentrated addiction, a haze of bliss.

She was honest.

She was… real, even as she embodied everything you weren’t supposed to be. 

So strong, so defiant in the face of everyone.

Comfortable in her own skin.

You were like diet soda, a compromise of sorts. A placebo of more ill-advised fun, though you guess popularity equals sugar?

The analogy sort of falls apart when you think about it harder.

It didn’t matter, your thoughts on Dami were still… real.

A party was no place for you, a thought you muse constantly as you nurse a cup of diet soda.

It was probably King’s fault in one form or another.

The thumping bassline is almost nauseating or was it just the mass of people that was so overwhelming?  Throngs of clashing conversations, you understand why Mala never makes an appearance.

Actually, why were you invited? This was far from your natural habitat, your eyes focus on the amber warmth outside. The delicate flames of a bonfire, was that even allowed?

You shrug, it’d be some poor rich kid that’d have to deal with the repercussions later. 

Your eyes linger tracing a familiar silhouette.

Lee Yubin.

She preferred being called Dami, you remind yourself, hushed conversations remain at the edge of your lips etched into your mind from far more comfortable times.

This was definitely King’s fault.

There was always a level of intrigue to King’s absences, gone were the days of him just waking up late for class. Though you could never tell if his excuses were carefully crafted stories or thinly veiled truths.

You just hoped the story would be worth it. Worth the lament you felt as you hid in the back of the bus.

A field trip.

Usually a reprieve from the exhausting grind that was daily school work… Even if you were good at it. No you were gonna be stuck making small talk with someone you hardly knew.

It could be a new best friend Neon would reason.

“y/n?”

Why couldn’t Sparrow be in your class?

“y/n?” A pair of cold, distant eyes wash over yours. Strong, calculative, a death grip is held over you under her gaze. Her rough, worn leather jacket hung at her shoulders, she had the power of a villain.

Why did it make you feel something?

Was it enrapture or fear?

Her fingers run through her hair as her lips twist ever so slightly. Her nose crinkles as she raises an eyebrow.

Right, she was talking to you… and you were staring. Well gawking more like.

It made little difference.

“Uh yeah, that’s me.” Your voice was a little more dumbfounded than you’d like, too easily swayed by her presence. “What’s up Yubin?”

A nervous energy racks through your words as they tumble through the air. As her eyebrows scrunch together you’ve realised you’ve made a mistake.

“Dami,” She corrects with the slightest pout.

She looks kind of cute.

You almost don’t register the softness in which she corrects you, you’d expected something akin to violence at your mistake. 

She had all the stereotypical hallmarks of delinquency, you’d hardly seen her in class, leather jacket, devil may care attitude.

Why was she here?

“Have you seen King?” Ah,now the puzzle pieces slowly fall into play. 

“He’s absent like usual,” your head tilts slightly to the side, “Why’s that?”

Her response is the slightest sort of scowl, you’re just thankful it isn’t directed at you. “He said he’d be my partner for this.”

Her nose scrunches as she squeezes past you, settling into the window seat right next to you, her feet propped onto the seat in front of her.

Her eyes focused on the pane of glass, even as a frown settled onto her features. Your eyes catch on her leather jacket, the worn edges, the seams that threatened to break under your gaze.

How long had she had it for?

Silence passes like an old friend, words teem the edge of your lips. She’d been an enigma for much of your education, almost akin to an urban legend.

You’d heard stories of Dami starting—and winning—fights, yet as your gaze glosses over her features you're surprised by the soft edges she has. Yet as her eyes flit over you, you’re greeted by that unfamiliar roughness and for a second you worry.

Her features soften in an instant as she fully takes you in. 

Had you been caught staring? 

Your mouth saves you. “I could be your partner….” your voice is dipped in hesitancy, you catch a slight frown. “If you don’t mind.”

She releases a held breath as the slightest smile quirks at the edge of her lips. “What about your partner?”

A chuckle echoes through your lips. 

Her smile makes the connection. “King?”

“Yeah,” is all you can offer, a wry smile painted on your lips.

And she laughs, a beautiful serendipitous laugh. The kind of laugh you wanted carved into the halls of your mind forever.

“That bastard,” her tone is light, joking. A smile still plays at the edge of her lips.

Dismay echoes through the bus with hushed whispers, rumours and hearsay. 

At least you assume. 

Yet as you peer at the front of the bus, your eyes settle on familiar worn leather shoes, an ill-matched tie the colour of vomit and grease slicked hair. 

The grim reaper. 

Well at least when it came to fun at least anyway. 

His dry rattling voice akin to nails against chalk. "The trip has been cancelled."

You feel a plume of sadness drift across your features, a tremble and the briefest quiver of a frown. 

A smile toys its way across Dami's lips. 

You spy a scowl tug at his lips followed by a sigh. "Instead you'll be marked on a project of your choosing. Assuming you get someone to sign off on it."

A brief cheer erupts throughout the bus before being doused in his ice cold glare. A small gesture of his hand beckons all of you off the bus. 

A weird pit settles in your stomach, annoyance you reasoned. Yet as your eyes flit across your peers you know it's more than that. You fail to find her. 

She's gone with the breeze. 

The art room is where you seek refuge from the storm of chaos.  A wrench in your plans in multiple ways. 

Though you didn't quite expect to get attached to the idea of having Dami as a partner. 

You reasoned it was because she was such an enigma, a puzzle piece to work out. The alternative was far from ideal after all. 

The art room was a mess of supplies, paint and canvas strewn haphazardly, no doubt the result of a certain duos art based arms race.

"No trip today?" A soft voice calls. Jiu, a common element in the art room. Her home away from home. 

Your eyes spot her latest piece of work, a moody sunset. "Hm? Yeah, cancelled apparently." You purse your lips, "still competing with Mala?" 

She frowns in the softest most ethereal way, a teasing roll of her eyes. "It's more of a substitute for Cherry."

You raise an eyebrow. Her face tilts to the side slightly. "Mala's rob list?" 

Right, though you hadn't expected Jiu of all people to take it seriously. Mala had yet to actually succeed in robbing King or Sparrow of Brooklyn or Tyrion. 

Maybe it was just an excuse to Jiu, a wry smile paints your lips. "You know I think a date would probably be a good substitute."

Her lips quirk with the slightest smile. "You really think so?” She twirls her paintbrush in her hands idly. Her gaze shifts following the sound of wind against glass. She points a finger at herself, eyes focused elsewhere. A soft shake of her face.

A wordless conversation, her finger aims at you, a confused, yet pleased expression settles on her features followed by a soft nod

“Looks like I am in fact being robbed of your delightful company,” a hand rakes through her hair, her eyes focused back on you.

Your head tilts slightly to the side as your eyebrows knit together, a flare of confusion lights your eyes. That’s when you hear it, a soft knock against a glass door.

You almost snap your neck in anticipation as curiosity takes hold of you.

Your eyes land on Dami and a glint of silver in her hand and a helmet in the other.

“Have fun on your date.” She teases.

Your grip tightens against worn leather, even if the streets around you were a blur, your mind was still racing faster. Echoes of your conversation bounced through your brain like emotional whiplash.

You were more than a little surprised to have garnered so much attention from Dami. Part of you was elated to have such an impact from a brief interaction, the other part was more doubtful, logical. Surely she just needed help with her grade? 

The conversation itself was a blur, something about favourite places in the city. Regardless you were along for a ride both figuratively and literally. 

Dami was up first, you were hesitant to admit that your brain latched on to stereotypes. A delinquent hideout was your first thought, low hanging fruit if there was any. Yet as your eyes trace familiar streets you're surprised by the destination. 

An old worn ramshackle book store, faded paint on the sign marred by dust. You'd probably walked past it over a million times. 

As the bike pulls to a halt you feel Dami's intense gaze bore into you. Confusion twitched at your eyebrows. 

Maybe she was always like this? 

Her hand tugs at your sleeve before you can utter a word. 

You didn’t mind. 

Though there was something to be said about wishing her hand was clasped against yours. 

You fight the slight hint of a smile you feel brewing below the surface. 

The door jingles as she pushes forward, a bell attached to the frame. 

You feel warm even as your eyes scan across books that tower so far above you. 

It felt like a home, an escape nestled away from the woes of the world. 

You almost don't notice her gaze retracting from you. Her features soften with step into the abode. Warmth and kindness stitching each and every thread. 

A bristle of warmth tickles your ear drums. "Ah, Dami you've brought a friend," a voice like the billowing warmth of a fireplace.

She quickly finds her way behind an old counter, old carpet stitched on to the counter top. 

It gave a…  homely vibe. 

"Don't get used to it, Gramps," a flare of teeth tells you she's just teasing. 

You feel a crackle of warmth as he smiles, even with missing teeth you'd never seen a smile so beautiful and warm. 

"What's your name love?" He offers his hand, rugged and worn like Dami's leather jacket. 

You're surprised by the inclusion, too focused on the way Dami moves with practiced ease as she organises some back shelves. 

You'd almost mistaken her for a dancer. 

"Oh, uh." You dart your hand quickly into his own. "y/n."

Soft like velvet. 

His eyes widen ever so slightly as they dart to Dami for a fraction of a second. "y/n? That's a lovely name."

You hear the light tap of a smack, "get out of it. You have a guest, there's no need to help out around here."

She offers only a coy smile, "Fine, fine." She grabs you by the wrist. 

"I'll come by with some tea in a bit. I'll bring the new one piece chapter too."

Her expression falters as her eyes latch on to you. A hint of worry etches itself in the microsecond exchanged between the two of you. 

Suddenly it's gone, the joyous shade of bookstore Dami returns with a warm smile to Gramps. 

She pulls you, guides you through what you can only understand is a maze. Worn oak shelves with notches etched into them, old dusty books about trains. 

It felt loved above all else. 

Words and questions hang on you like a needle and a thread, though they all mean nothing in the depths of her vulnerability. You find yourself in a closeted corner nestled with warmth, a corner couch and a bean bag. You spy various things of personal interest, a guitar, a stray kendo stick and a bear plushie.

Maybe a hideout wasn’t too far from the truth.

Moments pass like echoes in the canyon of your mutual discovery. The twist of her lips into a heart pleasing smile, the anxious hesitation nothing but a distant memory. Wisped away in your enrapturement, you only hoped it was mutual.

It’s the slightest creak that alerts you, a mouse knocks at your front door.

Timid and soft.

You reek of trepidation as your feet pad across familiar floors, a hand rubbing at a sleep crusted eye as you move. King would’ve found a window to clatter through or picked the lock. Though you seriously doubted he could actually do the latter. 

You hear a familiar warble of a meow, Amber eyes peer at you from down the hall. 

Brooklyn. 

King's cat easily rivalling Tyrion in size. 

His head nuzzled into the front door as a chirp escaped his mouth. 

Odd. 

King wasn't due home tonight, busy with his own proclivities. He was always busy with his own thing. 

What did he get up to? 

You open the door almost absentmindedly, a flurry of motion is what you didn't expect. A sudden influx of weight settles into your arms, the frantic rattle of a bell rings through your ears in a panicked frenzy. 

Your hands run over coarse torn leather.

Dami grimaces slightly in your grip, blood flecks her teeth as she whispers ever so softly. Her hands grip onto the collar of your shirt. 

"Sorry." 

A scratch marred her face. 

Only now could you see the dried blood crusted on her knuckles. "I didn't wanna worry Gramps."

You pull her deeper into your abode, held tight in your embrace into the sweltering darkness. Slow and focused steps across hardwood floors, a dance for two.

You lead your partner to the couch, your fingers crest over a nearby switch. 

A sudden flick and you're both bathed in amber warmth akin to poetic candlelight. 

It hadn't been long since she'd come over. 

Your favourite place, nestled with the Paladins. 

A safe haven. 

"Wait right here while I look for a first aid kit."

She offers the softest, wistfullest half-smile. "Wouldn't dream of moving."

Her words tinge at your ears even as you leave her company. You had no idea where Neon would have stashed a first aid kit. The kitchen is suddenly a maze in the mist of your urgency. The maple doors only taunt you in your quest, a familiar warmth brushes your calf.

He chirps jubilantly as he nuzzles into your calf before bonking his head into a nearby cabinet.

He wasn’t the smartest kid. Though you knew King loved him all the same.

You crouch down, your fingers run through his chocolate fur. “We’ll keep that between us, alright Brooky?” 

A smile lingers on your lips as he purrs. 

Yet again his head collides with the cabinet door, a resounding thunk echoes through the kitchen. You’re worried until he meows.

Instructions, you’d guess.

Your hand runs over the fine wood before opening the cabinet door. A green rusted container, an old hand me down. You almost don’t recognize the faded white cross on top of it.

You swear you notice the twitch of a smile from Brooky. Maybe Neon was smarter than your average boomer? 

A chuckle licks your lips. 

He wasn't that old, but he was the oldest of the Paladins. 

As your hand grasps the first aid kit, you notice a clear container filled with kibble. 

Of course Brooky would remember where the kibble is. 

The rusted metal glides into your palm, you needed to remain focused on the task at hand. 

Even if it meant physical proximity to Dami, you hoped your stitch work was still good. Though you supposed Neon could always have a second look at your work. 

If Dami allowed it. 

Your feet glide across familiar floors, Brooklyn's purr almost shakes the walls as you spy him nestled in the tossed remains of Dami's leather jacket. 

A hint of worry whispers at the edge of your mind, fear that Brooklyn's affection was overstepping in some shape or another. 

Yet Dami's fingers scritch Brooky's chin with what you swear is a practiced ease. He nuzzled desperately into her touch, maybe King had a suitable rival for the throne of Brooklyn's affection. 

Your eyes catch on the swell of muscles on her bare arms, faded scars worn away by time. Her eyebrows twitch under your gaze, her eyes shift over to you. 

She smiles softly, even in her battered worn bloodied state she was beautiful. 

Her free hand trails the scar tissue worn into her shoulder. 

You're hesitant to ask. 

"Practice… Actual practice," her voice is soft, delicate even. 

"Kendo?" you offer. 

Her smile widens ever so slightly. "I'm surprised you remembered."

You wanted to lie, tell her that it was only important for your project. 

If only to convince yourself that you hadn't become smitten by the smallest interactions. 

A tremble rolls through your skin. 

You hoped it wasn't visible. 

Her eyes roll over you, softly, like delicate fingers over the softest paper. The silence is comforting and alienating. 

"... Aren't you gonna ask?" Her words are brittle, weak like burnt paper. 

Suddenly the inside of the first aid kit becomes interesting as you rifle through antiseptic wipes and bandages. 

"About?" Your eyes remain focused. 

Your question hangs in the air, an elephant. 

Her lips bristle slightly like thorns. 

"It doesn't matter, you choose to trust me," your eyes flick to her wounds. "That's what matters."

They didn't look too bad, minor lacerations here and there, nothing too deep, probably a fist fight. 

Antiseptic and bandages should do fine. Your eyes slowly drift to hers, "unless of course you wanna talk about it."

The edge of her lips twinge, a flutter of a frown. "Some friends got into trouble. So I had to bail them out."

Her words are dull, lifeless. The way she talks, tells a story. The wordless air quotation. 

"They don't sound like good friends."

She leans back deeper into the couch, her fingers still cresting Brooklyn's chin. "They're not."

You gesture for her to shuffle closer, a movement made in a heartbeat. 

You apply antiseptic to the first of many wounds. You're hardly surprised when it fails to elicit a response from her. 

"Why do you hangout with them?" 

An innocent question, meant to pass time. 

She sighs, as you slowly work across her. 

Another elephant to join the herd, you're fine with the silence. 

It's easier that way. 

"Why do you hangout with the Paladins?" 

A smile boils through your throat and onto your lips. 

"There's nothing quite like coming home and Sparrow is chasing Neon with a baguette, King is trying to teach Brooklyn how to say the f word while Mala is trying to kidnap Tyrion."

She smiles at your words, almost uncontrollably. It's a soft, small smile but there is no mistake that it's there. 

Yet there's also a hint of something else. Something you can't quite place a finger on. 

Silence envelopes the both of you as you tend to her wounds. 

It's comfortable. 

"What games do you play?" She asks as you apply another bandage. 

You raise an eyebrow, what was with the sudden question? 

Your head tilts to the side as you catch her in your gaze. Her eyes avoid yours, focused instead on the inactive TV. 

"What makes you ask that?" 

Her eyes flicker back to you like dancing candle lit flames. "The Switch," her fingers gesture towards one of your prized possessions. 

"I'm surprised you noticed it."

She flashes her teeth for the briefest of moments. 

"Siyeon has one for animal crossing". You'd heard that name before, parsed through the lips of Sparrow and Neon alike. 

Though you lacked any details on her. 

"Is she one of the friends that…?" 

Her eyebrows knit together for the briefest of moments decoding your unspoken words. 

She laughs, "God no, more like family. Like Jiu and Yoohyeon.”

Brooky perks up at the mention of Yoohyeon, a chirp warbles through his mouth. 

Dami's eyes shift over the chocolate cat, a questioning tilt of her head. 

"Do you know Yoohyeon?" 

He only tilts his head to the side in response. A smile bristles at your teeth, you'd seen that look many times before on Brooklyn. A blank stare, the lights maybe on but there was no one home. 

"Huh, strange,” A smile plays at the edge of her lips as her gaze flits over to you. “Though I am the one talking to a cat.”

You hate how well she fits, like the last piece of a puzzle, even covered in bandages. It’s comfortable the way she smiles when her eyes linger on you, the pure unadulterated adulation was a rush to your veins.

Your eyes linger on the scratch on her nose–the last wound. 

You don't know what comes over you, where the sudden burst of confidence comes from. 

Excuses linger on the tip of your tongue. 

Your palm rests against her cheek as you adjust your position, pulling yourself closer to the edge of the abyss. 

Her sweet tender eyes. 

You're surprised she doesn't pull away at your sudden touch. 

Even if it was no different to earlier, a thought you reconsider as a delicate flower blooms in your heart. 

She chews at her lips under your gaze, were you staring again? 

Even with the fresh bruising and dried blood crusted against her skin, she was breathtaking. 

Your hand tremors slightly as your heart tosses with the idea of kissing her. 

The shakes only get worse as your throat runs dry. 

The smooth embrace of her hand against yours melts away the trepidation. She pulls your hand tighter against her face, her eyes push deep into your soul. 

Her words are soft and delicate, a single misstep could break glass. 

"I trust you."

You nearly take the plunge, to dive into an unknown abyss, yet her words shimmer like gold. 

An offering afforded to few, you held rare company. 

A decadent treasure. 

Reason and logic or perhaps even anxious fear pull you back like the crack of a bungee cord. 

You're reeling before your purpose, you feel the plastic sheen package of a bandaid slipping between your fingers. 

Her absence hurts more than you expect, like swallowing a shard of glass. 

Brooky is the one who wakes you up, somehow managing to take up 70 percent of the couch. 

No wonder King's sleep schedule was out of whack, your fingers brush through fur and leather as you stretch.

A tired yawn escapes your lips. 

You don't even bother to check she's already gone. 

A frown licks at your lips, the smell of savoury cooking clings to the air.

What time was it?

Part of you swells with the hope Dami was still around, the other part crucifies the unnecessary hope.

The clang of metal and the sizzle of water bounds through the air. 

A frying pan you had to guess, can't be King otherwise there'd be a lot more smoke and potentially fire. 

How many frying pans have you guys gone through? 

Too many. 

Your feet glide across familiar floors, cresting into the kitchen you find a familiar face. 

A pirouette reveals a sausage sandwich on a plate, slipping precariously near the edge as she notices your sudden appearance. 

A flash of surprise falls over her features, her eyes shift from you to her sandwich and back again. 

"Baguette?" She offers, almost materialising a baguette out of thin air. 

A smile graces your lips, her antics were ceaseless. Moments exchanges between the two of you, dotted with laughter and mirth.

It’s all a haze as you relax into the couch.

That’s why you’re so surprised when her eyes harden over yours, an intense pointed stare. The kind that peeled back your soul.

“Something’s bothering you,” her words are soft, yet they manage to sink like daggers into your heart.

Someone succeeded in their insight check.

You’re slow to respond, trepidation lingers like frost in the morning.

Yet you knew there was no fear to be had opening up to Sparrow, she was like family.

Your heart digs deep like thorns nestled in a wound. You hated speaking your fears into reality, after all it was easier to ignore when it was at the edges of your mind.

Your eyes linger on Dami’s jacket, rough and worn. You felt an edge of solidarity despite knowing her for only a few days.

“Hm,” Sparrow’s eyes catch your lingering gaze. “Seems like a King problem.”

She flashes a smile.

“I mean his track record isn’t the greatest, but there is something to be said about learning more from bad role models."

You’d never been to King’s studio, though you suppose it was as much his as it was Neon’s. Your eyes flicker across large glass industrial doors, frosted with age. 

They were beginning to rust.

The smell of sandalwood saunters through the air with a hint of rose water and papaya? Something you’re surprised to catch with the slow build up of rain.

You catch the flickering warmth of amber hues.

Probably a scented candle.

There’s something else you can barely make out, clinging desperately to the air. 

A familiar chirp brings you back.

His face nuzzles your calf, eager to see his father. You clutch desperately to the leather jacket held in your grasp. 

Your fingers crest through Brooklyn’s chocolate fur earning you a warm purr.

You pull on the cold metallic handle. 

It's more of a workshop than a studio, an old wooden workbench as a makeshift desk for a computer. 

Various foam soundproofing squares dotted the walls sporadically. 

An attempt at soundproofing. 

A dining table, scattered remains of paper and multicoloured die. 

Neon's campaign no doubt, too bad you were busy most of the time. 

Your eyes linger across the various papers. 

Notes written by Mala about a character called Hildegard known for her giant axe and some unsettling details. 

Seems like Mala's character had a bad time. 

Dulcet tones linger in the air as you get deeper into the shared space, your eyes catch onto a sewing mannequin. 

Your feet catch on a paint splattered mat, you barely catch yourself. 

A concern laced chirp echoes through the air, as the jingling bell catches up to you. 

"I'm alright Brooky," you reassure, rolling your fingers across his chin. 

His paws scratch at the black door, the smell of sandalwood gets stronger as you approach. 

Soft dulcet notes greet you louder. 

You rap your knuckles against the door, cold cast iron kisses your knuckles. 

No response. 

You try once again, harder this time. 

Yet again there's no response. 

Brooky steps up to the plate, shuffling into place he releases a higher pitch cry, that almost sounded like a hello. 

Instantly the music comes to a halt, a rushed shuffle of shoes. 

"Brooky?" He nearly trips as the door swings open. 

You catch a hint of a smile as he releases a pleased meow. Though you do notice there’s a slight hesitation as his eyes linger on you, it makes your heart swell that there is even a microsecond of a toss up.

He pads towards his father before he nuzzles into King’s open hand, you notice the slight wiggle in his step before he pounces head first into his embrace.

It’s awkward and uncoordinated as King tries to adjust to the sudden increase of weight, while Brooky tries desperately to nuzzle his head into his father’s cheek, abandoning any attempt at stability.

King stumbles slightly, your eyes catch on to the little moments where King secures Brooky as well as he can, even if it means he tumbles and falls onto hard concrete.

But like a pair of dancers, who have practised for years they settle into the rhythm. 

“Geez Brooks, someone would think I haven’t seen you in months or something,” he teases with a flare of teeth.

A sad cry is the only response he gets. His hands crest through chocolate fur.

“It’s alright bud, I’m here now.”

His eyes linger on the purring mountain of chocolate before hovering over you. 

“Hey y/n,” he offers a smile, your eyes peer past him with a tilt of your head.

Foam padding, a microphone and a computer desk.

A small music studio.

His eyes follow your gaze, his smile falters for a fraction of a second. “A hobby,” he quickly points out, “not that I’m good at it.”

He shuffles uncomfortably even as Brooky nuzzles into his neck. His eyes peek at the leather jacket in your hand.

You don’t even know why you brought it, it felt wrong to just leave it at your place.

He offers his hand, a wordless look and you understand.

He places Brooklyn on the floor as he looks over the leather jacket, a soft hum peers past his lips.

His eyes return to yours, “nothing a little bit of leather glue and patching can’t fix.”

“Do you have that kind of stuff?” 

He tilts his head to the side, a smile dances across his lips. “Of course, I got into leather repair when I was into painting leather jackets like three hyper fixations ago.”

The process is surprisingly long, despite the simple process. 

"You want to cut the sub patch about a quarter of an inch bigger than the tear," his eyes are focused as he demonstrates. 

Your own work is slightly clumsy by comparison. A frown licks at your lips as you take in your own awkward misshapen subpatch.

Your own expectations weigh on you like an anchor. 

"Damn kare, that's already looking better than my first attempt," he tosses you an earnest smile. 

He meant every word. 

His eyes roll past every little tear in the jacket. "You'll be an expert in no time because we have a lot of work ahead of us.

You return a smile with shaky confidence, though he was right, It'd be hard to get worse with all the practice you'd get. 

"Once you've got your patch cut out, you slot in like so," you notice the small hint of anxiety in the shake of his hand. "Then you smooth it over as best you can. It's a labour of love after all."

The shakes weaken affirmed by his own words. 

He turns to you with a bright smile. "See? Easy peasy."

It's hard to believe where his mock confidence begins and ends against his own self-esteem. 

"If you get sick of doing the patches I can teach you how to deal with the scuffs with leather compound."

It's slow and monotonous, yet it's calming in the grounding sort of way. There was a unique quality to working on something so hands on. 

You didn't notice King's absence, at least not until he returned with glowing Amber warmth. 

The same smell of sandalwood pervaded through the air. It seems you were right about the candles. 

"Why the candles?" You slot yet another patch in. 

"Keeps me calm and focused," he shrugs, "figured it'd help."

His eyes trace over you. "Though you already seem to be doing much better."

You cock an eyebrow, still focused on your work. "Oh?" 

"Yeah, sick," his face brims with a smile and instantly you regret even entertaining him. "Lovesick."

If your work didn't require delicate dexterity and focus you would've facepalmed head first into the mannequin. 

Your mouth bristles with a snarl, "leave the dad jokes to Neon, at least he has the age for it."

"You wound me," his hand clutches his chest. "Neon isn't that old." 

His eyes soften, you can tell words hang at the edge of his tongue. 

Suddenly he shakes his head. "We'll seal it up with some leather glue. It'll take a couple hours to dry."

His eyes meet yours once again. "I can let you know when it's dry if you wanna bail. But we could paint it once it's done if you wanna surprise Dami?" 

“Ah,” your words have no company, your thoughts a drizzling mess as Dami re-enters your mind.

Wasn’t it a bit much? Surely she’d find it annoying? The whispers of your own doubts encircle you. 

"You're worried it's a bit much huh? Scared of towing the line?" 

A frown etches deep into your lips. "Yeah."

Echoes of anxiety whisper at the edges of your mind, maybe you were thinking too deep into the small moments the both of you shared. 

A thought rolls across his lips, a struggle no doubt. 

"Do you like her?" 

"Of course I do, she's a cool friend."

His eyes roll like they're lost in a storm before levelling a rare hint of a glare. 

"You know what I meant, kare."

A sigh bursts through your mouth, your eyes avoid his. 

You're scared. 

Trepidation tears at your heart. 

His eyes soften slightly, "if you don't wanna talk about it with me it's alright," he throws his hands up. "Neon has a good track record and I'm sure you're more comfortable with Sparrow."

He peers at Brooky, "hell you could talk to Brooky, though his advice could use some work."

A soft smile brims at your teeth. 

"It's not you, King. I'm just scared."

"Scared that talking about it makes it real?”

A barb blooms at the tip of your tongue, a pointed weapon hidden behind a smile.

“Is that why Brooky knows more about Yoohyeon than I do?” A teasing smirk rolls across your lips. 

You catch the small wilt of a smile, as his eyes roll slightly. "I mean you should ask Neon and Sparrow about Siyeon. Better yet you should ask Sparrow about the blind date she bailed on.”

A chuckle whispers at the edge of your lips.

Problems with love was definitely a Paladin thing.

A smile still teems under King’s surface, “Anyway, we’re talking about you kare. Not me or the hot mess that is the rest of the Paladins.”

Somehow, everything feels lighter, perhaps that was the power of solidarity.

“Yeah, I like her… A lot more than I want to admit…” Your eyes linger over King, words tumble out of your mouth no longer held up by your own fears. “We don’t go together.”

A problem held out of sight and out of mind.

But you were right… she was so cool and confident.

You weren’t either of those.

A thought that remains on your mind, even if days pass you by like stars on the horizon cresting into the dawn. 

Dami remained out of reach, always just out of your grasp, she was always one step ahead of you, like a word on the frayed edges of your mind. 

You peer through the throngs of people littering the kitchen, the air stained with the smell of booze and who knows what else. 

Sparrow's surprised look is almost worth the uncomfortable itch under your skin, the sense of being out of place. 

She almost snatches the red solo cup out of your hand, choosing instead to sniff at it. 

Her features relax before her eyes focus on you, a smile licks at the edge of her lips. "This doesn't seem like your type of… vibe."

You stare deep into the diet soda abyss, "It's not," a frown pervades your lips. "Neon suggested it'd be a good change of pace, but Sana dragged him off to the dancefloor as soon as we got here."

"Hah," she laughs trying to peer past you into the mass of people crowding what would've been the lounge. "I would pay to see that."

"I bet you would," you take a sip of your soda, it goes down like oil, a lot warmer than you would like. 

How long had you been left to your devices? 

"What brings you here?" 

You were definitely the pinnacle of smooth conversations. 

She flashes you a smile, "One of the few perks of being a now ex-jock. I get invited to parties in hopes it'll pull me back."

She takes a deep swig of her drink. 

"Plus me and Ryujin are tight."

So that was the illustrious leader of this particular circus. 

An old crush of yours. Though you would be quick to admit those ashes hadn't quite died yet.

The bass thumps heavily and persistently, yet even as you catch the flare of smirk dotted against Sparrow's features, panic quickly settles in its place. 

Suddenly she drops down hiding from the purview of anyone in the vicinity. 

"Hey y/n," a soft voice greets, you're surprised you can hear it over the swell of the bass. 

Jennie Kim, certified ice queen… well if you believed stereotypes were a tried and true method to judge people.

Her smile is soft like cotton candy. 

“Hey,” you offer a smile. “Looking for Sparrow?”

A small chuckle parts her lips, “that obvious huh?”

Your eyes peer over the counter, the devil in you toyed with the idea of selling Sparrow out.

It’d provide an interesting modicum of entertainment.

You spy hushed hand signals from Sparrow, hard to make out.

She was saying something about a baguette?

Right, King said something about her bailing on a date, you’re sure she had her reasons.

A whistle of a smile, “she was a here a moment I don-”

The devil herself appears, sauntering through the crowd as they part like the red sea. “Behind the counter,” she points out with a devilish flare of a smirk.

She was… intoxicating.

She sniffs your cup, much like Sparrow before her. You hear the small echoes of conversations around, yet all you feel is the draw of the sun as she levels her eyes at you.

Shin Ryujin.

You settle on the slightest fraction of a frown quivering across her lips, “No alcohol huh?”

Words die in your throat as she peers into your soul, a smile snaps on to her lips as she offers a nod. “I respect it.”

The slight whisper of a frown returns as she peers into the crowd. Her lips find purchase on her own cup as she inhales toxic elixir, parting only for air when the vessel is completely empty. “Won’t deny I was excited by the idea of you letting loose.”

The intoxicating pull returns with a flare of a smile and a wink that hits its mark.

Your grip tightens on Dami’s jacket, something that doesn’t seem to go unnoticed by Ryujin. You catch something hidden in her expression, a softness of sorts, tucked away in the far reaches.

Suddenly it’s gone in a plume of smoke and once again she’s intoxicating. 

“Last I saw Dami she was fussing about something with Yoohyeon,” she gestures outdoors towards amber warmth. “Out by the bonfire.”

Before you can sober up on clean air, you feel the slightest tug on your sleeve. 

She’s softer, genuine even. “If she doesn’t appreciate it,” her words hang in the air, her mind thrumming over words carefully. 

“I don’t mind being up next to bat.”

She offers a sad sort of smile.

“I hope it goes well… truly.”

You melt through throngs of people as you claw towards the door, was it for Dami or were you trying to ignore what had just transpired with Ryujin.

Small echo lingers in your mind—your grip tightens—best to not think of what could've been. 

You had to admit you did have a type though.

No doubt something King would tease you about.

The door swings open and suddenly it’s easier to breathe, your eyes catch on to King’s biggest problem.

You almost didn’t recognise her, too used to the varying shades she’d constantly dye her hair.

“Ah, y/n,” she greets her smile blooming with the warmth of the last echoes of a picturesque sunset. 

You could understand King's understated infatuation. 

"Hey," you breathe, your tongue runs over your teeth. 

What do you say to someone you hardly know? Hey, I know we don't have a lot in common but my friend really likes you. 

You do your best to stifle a laugh. 

How about I really like your friend and she's constantly on my mind? 

Her smile widens as a warm chuckle rumbles past her lips. You're pulled to a tight, snug warm embrace, her hand tightens around your leather holding hand. 

She smells like sandalwood. 

"Just stand your ground and you'll be alright."

Man King would be jealous. 

All you can offer is the softest nod you can muster, "Uh thanks?" 

Do you try to put in a good word for King? 

"Go get'em," her hands pads your shoulder reassuringly before disappearing inside. 

Welp, too late now. 

Amber warmth entreats you, begging you to come closer, to relish in the warmth against the chilly night air. 

You spot multiple silhouettes in your horizon, members of Dami's cohort. 

Even before your feet hit the grass, you feel the gaze of many burning into your soul. 

You were out of place. 

Livestock among predators. 

Your body itched for you to turn back, anxiety begging at your heart for you to leave. 

You're frazzled, sick to your core even before you're yanked to the side, pulled into a barely hidden alcove. 

"What are you doing here?" she reprimands in harsh whispers, a flare of an anger etched into her brow. 

You teem like simmering water just below the surface. 

Your grip strains against her leather jacket. 

You bite your tongue. 

King did say love wasn't always sunshine and rainbows. 

"Isn't it obvious?" You bite back as much indignation as you can. 

"Obviously not, if I have to ask," you catch the embers in her eyes. 

A snarl ripples across your teeth. You lose grip on your tongue. 

Heat melts across venom. 

"Apparently," a deep breath. "I'm just gonna make you look bad in front of your delinquent entourage,"

Your eyes jut like daggers towards the bonfire. 

A sip of your drink whispers past your lips. 

Still disgustingly warm. 

A scowl settles across your lips. "Like I'm some kiddie diet soda instead of hard liquor." 

You throw wildly, your feet trailing through grass in a huff. 

That probably wasn't what Yoohyeon meant. 

Though you were glad to have ridden yourself of the disgusting soda. 

You huddle close to the warmth of the bonfire, unabated by the stares. You weren’t in the mood for ego pissing contests. 

Room temperature soda parts your lips. 

Room temperature soda parts your lips? 

Fuck. 

An annoyed sigh drags its way out of your throat. 

A soft hand grasps your shoulder, a round object is pressed into your side. 

Dami's eyes linger over yours, soft like morning dew. 

Yet they never quite meet yours. 

She's wearing her jacket once again, held tight against her shoulders. 

No longer was it worn and rugged. Vibrancy had taken a hold of its very veins, spray painted stencils and decorative patches lined its surface. 

Each a reference to something Dami held dear. 

You notice her thumb running over a band aid patch absentmindedly. 

In the warm bonfire light, you notice the band aid pressed to her nose, she was probably long past needing it. 

She hitches a deep breath as her cheeks puff. 

Finally her eyes settle on yours. 

Her hand entangles in yours before she pulls away your cup.

You grabbed the object pressed into your side.

A motorcycle helmet, every opaque surface covered in stickers. 

The same six stickers. 

Reminiscent of a pokemon team on your switch. 

Totodile for Neon. 

Cyndaquil for King. 

Jolteon for Sparrow. 

Charmander for Mala. 

Umbreon for you, always right next to Pancham. 

A smile whispers at the edge or your lips. 

"It's a bit much isn't it?" She whispers with the softest laugh. "Yoohyeon's suggestion I will admit."

The flames dance delicately in the reflective beauty of her eyes. 

She holds the cup to her side as someone pours liquid into it. 

"You know people really hate on diet soda," an odd statement you had to admit. 

Drink slides past her lips and you can't help but wish you were disgusting lukewarm soda. 

She smiles at you, a deep, desperately fond smile.

“But it’s the best mixer. It brings out the best in whatever you’re drinking.”

Her hands are so soft as they crest across your cheeks, pulling you deep into an enrapturing warmth, billowing with an intoxicating alcoholic aftertaste as your lips caress.

It’s transcendentally deep and soulful, like a collage of sunkissed evenings whispering against memory-etched happiness.

You weren’t into alcohol, but you’d happily be her mixer.

#dami x reader #dreamcatcher imagines #dami imagines #dami scenarios #lee yubin x reader #lee yubin #lee yubin imagines #dreamcatcher x reader #dreamcatcher scenarios #kpop imagines #girl group imagines #girl group scenarios #dreamcatcher imagine #dreamcatcher au #dreamcatcher

[yubin-insomnia]

Clumsy Panda

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[mandu-17]

DREAMCATCHER reaction to their girlfriend sending them a thirst trap

Requested by: @marrynikole

Request: Dreamcatcher reacting to their girlfriend sending them a thirst trap 👀

A/N: this request is soooo cool, i'm sorry for the long wait

Jiu

The moment Jiu saw the picture you sent, her eyes were blown wide. She quickly looked around to make sure no one else could see your half naked body displayed on her phone. Gosh you looked so good, she thought with a loud gasp. The other members looked at her questioningly, she had to give them a poor excuse that she just saw a cute phone case on sale, but luckily they bought it and didn’t dig any deeper. Everyone knew how Jiu could get at phone cases.

Trapped at work all she could do was to imagine the naughty things she’d do to you if she’d been there. For the rest of the schedule, Jiu stayed quiet with her mind running wild. Next time she’ll see you, she’ll have to teach you a lesson - torturing her the way you did was strictly forbidden.

Sua

Sua’s screams were nothing new to anyone who’d known anything about Dreamcatcher. This time her scream was surprisingly even more high pitched. You just sent her a thirst trap. While she was working her ass off, adding final touches to the new choreography. Sua couldn’t remember the last time she felt so frustrated. You were so far away, it was not fair. Despite having pure intentions, truly wanting to create a dancing masterpiece - she knew the practise was over. There was no way she’d be able to focus on anything else now. A defeated sigh left her mouth as she packed her bag in a hurry before announcing the end of work. She was speeding through the city late at night, feeling this wild urge as if your body was calling out for her.

Siyeon

Poor Siyeon was pouting at her phone. She was so far away and it was very late. Everyone was asleep already, as her and the members had left Seoul for few days to shoot a new variety show. Like a lost puppy she could only look and admire the beautiful shape of your body. Her finger traced your curves on the screen, but she would give anything up in order to have you physically by her side. Oh, the things she’d do... Two could play this game though, she smiled after a moment of realization. She wrote what she’d do if you were together. Before she really acknowledged it, she pressed ‘send’ to a message that was describing her intentions incredibly well. You replied right away. Who said sexting wasn’t allowed?

Handong

Dongie’s mouth fell open, but her hand was fast to cover it. Before anyone could see what was on her phone she locked it. With a deep breath, Chinese looked around the room - she tried to stay calm or at least appear to be fine. Handong gulped thickly and excused herself from the almost full recording studio. She found a place to sit in the hall, that’s where she clicked on your message again and let her eyes wander properly. A disappointed sigh left her lips. Why would you do that to her? Why would you send something like that when you perfectly knew that it’d only make her blood boil? She definitely had to take care of you so that you had some boundaries. Simulating feeling sick suddenly became a very tempting idea, she smirked.

Yoohyeon

Yoohyeon literally choked on the water she was drinking causing many eyes to turn in her direction. She quickly apologized and affirmed that she was fine before heading off to the quiet corner of the room. Then she was able to take a decent look at the pic you’d sent. Utterly frustrated, she bit her lip hating the fact that all she could do for now was to stare at the screen. Gosh, she wanted to touch you again. Frankly speaking you got her worked up within a second. It took one silly thirst trap for her to forget about the whole world. Trying her best not to blush too much, she responded with a short text and put the phone away. It was a busy day with no hope of going home early, Yooh had to focus on her job. The sooner she’ll be done the sooner you’d be in her arms.

Dami

Dami had to clear her throat. It became dry once she opened her chat with you. With no hesitation, she went to the nearest bathroom hoping for some privacy. She wouldn’t bare it if anyone at the company saw the things you were sending. It’d be very embarrassing. Very. Back to the situation you put her in, Dami shook her head slightly amused at how desperate you could get for her. Her fingers already working on a response, as tip of her tongue swirled across her top lip. She had to be fast, entire team was getting ready to perform on stage. Sharp yet playful message was perfect, it’ll only get you worked up more for her, as she had job to do for now. Afterwards she’ll additionally remind you not to provoke her in the future.

Gahyeon

Gahyeon’s blush was deep red. She was very whiny that day. It was cold, she was tired and now you were only adding fuel to the flames. On the other hand, she was simply amazed at the realization that it was so easy for you to make her want you more. Not even five minutes had passed and she was already feeling hot, breathing a bit heavier. She had never felt this way before. Ever since you entered her life you had coloured every piece of it. The fact that Dreamcatcher still had two more interviews planned that day kept Gahyeon slightly in check. A sneaky thought crossed her foxy mind though, she started to look for excuses in order to leave work earlier than usual. One time wouldn’t hurt anybody, right?

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[ywlins]

#kpop moodboard #moodboard #izone eunbi #izone x reader #izone lq #izone chaeyeon #izone reactions #izone #yubin icons #gong yubin #lee yubin #kim yubin #yubin #woonyoung #iz*ne icons #iz*one #lovemooardboard

[newcaptainofsquad9]

Dreamcatcher Going to Pride with their Girlfriend Would Include...

Happy Pride month ya’ll!  There will be more Dreamcatcher content soon! Also! Let me know if you’d like to see any individual fics based on this concept with any of the members. Hope ya’ll enjoy!

JiU/Minji

•She’d be so excited and happy for not only you but also the people around you who are enjoying pride and the festivities as well. Will be holding your hand the entire time, smiling and rubbing your back if you’re nervous.

• So much laughter and corny jokes from her than usual. While painting your face in glitter along with whatever color of flag you identify with/represent she showers you in compliments. With a dash of punny jokes  

• “Y/N? Why is your hair so gorgeous? Such a mane right?”

“Thank you Ji. But why mane?”

“Cause looking at you and it makes me so prideful.”

• Minji would get so many stares and compliments from other gays, so much so that you’d get a bit jealous. It wasn’t just because of her beauty but of how friendly and open she was with them. Of course Minji told them she was happily taken, all the while taking you by the hand or waist, introducing you to them as your girlfriend.     

• She’s mesmerized by the floats and would most definitely drag you to a drag show (lol). 

 • Would kiki with all the drag queens/kings as if they were friends for years and tip the extremely well. 

• Kisses you whenever you both have moments to yourselves, thanking you for bringing her along and for having such love in her but also in your own self to celebrate this.  

SuA/Bora

• She is the one who suggested ya’ll go to pride together, would not stop talking about it until the day of.

 • Dresses up with you, always wanting to match. The only differences would be the glitter Bora threw across her chest and around her cheeks. She also gave you a bit of glitter too in trade for some affection.

• Bora dances everywhere and with anyone at pride, you always have to be a hype-woman or mediator for each and every dance battle your girlfriend participates in. 

• She also hypes up everyone who’s on a float, especially the drag queens/kings. Minji kiki-ed with them too but oh boy Bora is on a completely different level.  

• Waves yours and her own flag respectively and if you’re shy about it, she just screams and hypes you up even more. 

• Since it is pride, her affection and touching goes up a bunch as well. Kisses you every chance she gets for photos and just because she loves you.

“I’m so glad I’m able to celebrate this with you baby. Now how many kisses can I give you till my lipstick stays on your face!”

Siyeon

• Siyeon tagged along with you but would be adorably confused. 

 • Of course she’d be happy to be there but you’re going to have to explain some things to her. Once she learns however,  she’s all smiles, winks and finger guns--mostly at you.

•Another hottie folks can’t stop and flirt with but of course Siyeon is all about you and only you. 

• Will get so lost if you both go your separate ways, trying to find a band to watch or just something fun to do. Stumbles upon you in a line to get food, wide eyed, asking where you got that funnel cake from. 

• Loves just being in your presence having fun: arm around your shoulders while calling you gorgeous. She’s the cool girlfriend who’s always in your corner, urging you to try new things especially if it shows how much you love being/ expressing yourself

•Really wants to kiss you in front of the largest gay flag possible.

“Just one kiss, please? Don’t be scared, baby! We’re in a safe place.”

Cheers so loudly when she gets you to do it more than once.

Handong 

• Handong would be a bit shy in asking you to pride because I feel like she’s a person who’d like to keep her love private and to herself and her girlfriend.

• Loves seeing you happy and gush over pride so she asked if you wanted to go to the parade a few towns over. She came to you a bit sheepish, worrying you to death. 

“Is everything OK, Dongie?” 

“Yeah, I was just wondering if you wanted to go somewhere that would be special for the both of us?”

“And where would that be?”

• Takes you on a road-trip doesn’t tell you where until you witness the floats, rainbows, hand-holding and overall people having a grand time.

• Laughs so hard at your reaction, most likely will record it for herself and memories sake. 

•Let’s you take the lead on activities, but will always ask if you’re having a good time. She smiles back and answers cheekily that she’s with the woman she loves in a safe space, of course she’s happy.

•Gives you kisses when you aren’t looking and especially when it looks like you’re paying attention to a float or at a drag show.

“Hey, Y/N? Who’s that queen again?”

“Hmm? Oh that’s Mx. Sux A Lot. Why--”

Handong kisses your jaw swiftly prior to pulling away with an innocent smile.

“No reason.”

Yoohyeon

• Yoohyeon is literally volunteering at ya’lls local pride event. Asked you if you were going to come eagerly, saying she helped organize it and all. She thought she was so smooth but half the time she came across as corny. 

“So babe, I know we’ve been girlfriends for a few years but would you let me take you to pride? I got plenty of pride and love for you babygirl.”

“...”

“Please say yes.”

• Of course Yoohyeon shows you off to all the other volunteers and her friends alike, introducing you as your girlfriend and taking you to all the events with so much enthusiasm. 

• Takes you to each and every event to include some history behind it while holding your hand and pulling you close

  • Sua may be the main one dancing, but Yoohyeon also doesn’t mind dancing either, especially with you. May not may not twerk on you when and/if she gets a few drinks in her

•You have to take her home regardless and either way she clings to you for dear life, telling you how much she loves you. 

“You’re too good to me! I love you so much! You’re the best girlfriend ever!” she cried into your neck.

Dami/Yubin

• Yubin always wanted to go to pride with you but like Handong was a bit nervous to ask, most likely due to how much it meant to you and she didn’t want to just make it seem like a plain date. 

• Makes it special by helping you pick your outfit and giggling over what would look more or less gay. (Ya’ll went with more gay oki)

• More giggling would ensue when you finally get to the festival and embraced by the amount of love and acceptance. Yubin will not stop smiling and will be totally 1000 percent goofy. More goofy than usual.

 • Like with Minji, other gays will attempt to flirt with her and get her number and of course Yubin declines politely while bringing you into the convo or just stepping away entirely.

• She just wants to be with you either hand in hand or just beside you in any way.

•Gets extremely flustered when meeting yall’s favorite drag queens, freezing up by just being around them. Nudges you when you suggest the both of you try out drag yourselves.    

“Would we even look as good as them?”

“Of course we would Yubie! Now what would our drag names be?”

Gahyeon

• Gahyeon got more interested about pride after hearing it from Yoohyeon and really wanted to impress you by bringing you.

• Would gear you up on the trip there by jamming to a sapphic playlist she cultivated herself, looking proud while driving and holding your hand.

“Oh my God Gahyeon you put Janet Jackson on here too?”

“Yeah babe. She’s a queer icon in her own right, I did more research and I know how much you love her.”

• At the festival Gahyeon is all about the floats and the community aspect of pride. She’s all about the colors and just prancing around with you by her side wrapped in your flags, flanked by other people.

• Gahyeon is all smiles, very child-like just wanting to be with you and rush around like pride was your own personal playground (im sorry lol) 

 •Always has heart eyes when looking at you explain some historical context of a certain event or you just dancing and having fun. 

• Like Sua, she can also get loud when cheering in general.

•Will side eye and cuss out homophobes who try to encroach on the festivities. All the ladies will but Gahyeon will personally go over to have some choice words. Or actions. 

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[moostaronce]

Play the Ping Pong

Requested

Pairing: Dami x 8th member!Reader

Word Count: 665

A/N: Anotha One

Tip Jar

Today is concert day. This is your first time doing a cover performance with Yubin and you both are monumentally excited. Truthfully, you find yourself in awe of the situation. Only weeks ago had she done a special clip of this same song with Siyeon but afterwards she came to you with the mind to perform it live with you.

Everyone on the team including your staff knew that the two of you are a couple and they have all been teasing you about the performance. Your CEO made it clear that if a scandal were to come of it then he’d let you decide what to do as far as exposing your 4 year relationship.

With that in mind, you thought you might be a little less nervous but you really can’t settle your mind. You’re pacing back and forth before the start of the concert when you feel a hand slip into yours and squeeze your own. There’s no need to look because you already know who it is.

“Honey, are you alright?” Yubin’s deep voice sends a calming wave over you like she’s just wrapped you in the world’s softest blanket. You squeeze her hand back in turn.

“Just some nerves but I’ll be okay once we’re out there.” She doesn’t say anything else but she remains close to you until it’s time to make your way on stage to open up the concert.

Everything goes well before you find yourself backstage changing for your performance with Yubin. The both of you get ready and wait in the wings for Minji and Yoohyeon to finish their performance. When they wrap up the stage goes dark and they both wish you luck on your way to your opening stage positions.

The performance is going well and you feel yourself letting loose and having fun with it, basking in the joy of performing a couple song with the love of your life. Then comes the finale. You and Yubin had just agreed to do the dip and that was it but when the time came your usually collected and professional girlfriend did something shocking. The members in the wings, and all of your staff gasped in surprise while the audience lost their minds as they all looked on to see Yubin leaning down to give you a strong kiss.

Even through the shock your instinct is to kiss her back so you do. The kiss is much too long to be considered anything but a public display of affection between two lovers and when you separate to go off stage your face is a red as it can possibly get.

You both run offstage to get changed into your group outfits and the whole way the other girls are whooping and hollering after you. You decide not to address the kiss until after the concert ends. It was Minji’s idea to do a brief video to be posted on the Youtube channel and wherever else to come forward with your relationship.

Neither you or Yubin were big on having to talk at length so the video wound up being about 30 seconds where you just stated that you are indeed in a relationship for 4 years going strong and that you hoped Insomnias would look upon your relationship kindly and with lots of love. The outpour of love and support for you both was overwhelming. You took pleasure in watching the fan edits that were made for you and the videos of “evidence” prior to you coming out.

The two of you didn’t really change a whole lot in how you presented in public except for the occasional hand holding photos and people catching you out on dates together. Neither of you were really the type to flaunt your relationship just for the sake of it but the natural affection and loving looks provided more than enough to feed the media and show everyone just how truly in love the two of you are.

#Girl group scenarios #Dreamcatcher scenarios #Dami scenarios #Lee Yubin scenarios #Dreamcatcher x reader #Dami x reader #MooStarOnce

[moguridragon]

Home |Dreamcatcher - Dami x Fem!Reader|

You saw the pictures online, the videos. You couldn’t help but squeal when you saw the videos of her dancing to her members’ solos on stage. You couldn’t help but check your calendar, hoping that the days would go by much sooner before she was with you again. 

You let out another sigh, counting back the hours that prevented you from just talking with her. Everything about your life was almost normal, but hers… Hers was all over the place. One minute she’s home with you and the next she’s off for another schedule. 

But you loved her. Everything about her made you fall so deeply in love with her. 

From the moment you met her in the bookstore, you said it was fate and she would just smile at you, repeating your words. 

Your first impression of her had been wonderful. She was in the same aisle as you, browsing the many different books. You had pulled a few books from their place, reading the book jacket to get a better feel for what you had grabbed. You must’ve caught her attention with how long you had been debating it before she had spoken up. 

“I’ve read those.” She smiled. 

“Oh?” You glanced up at her, seeing only her eyes to start with. She had a mask that covered most of her face, allowing you to focus on her words. “Were they any good?” You asked. 

“If you like the sappy romance.” She shrugged her shoulders, turning her head back to the other books in front of her. 

“I”m not too fond of it.” You sighed, setting the two books back in their proper places. “I’d rather have realistic romance rather than the fake version that everyone thinks is real.” You explained. 

“This book is like that.” The woman pulled out another book, handing it to you. “I’ve read it a million times over… It’s kind of my favorite.” She let out a small chuckle, causing you to smile. 

“Your favorite?” You asked her. 

“Yeah, it’s a great read. A real page turner when you get to chapter two.” She added. 

“You know, a person’s favorite book says a lot about said person.” You smirked, looking at the book in your hands. “Are you sure you want to entrust a stranger with that information?” You asked. 

“Maybe I want said stranger to possess this knowledge…” She whispered. 

You blinked a few times, absolutely floored that she was just as up front as you were. 

“Well in that case… Please follow me.” You tucked the book under your arm, leading this girl to the fantasy section. A place that you had frequented as of late. Your eyes scanned through the books, finally landing on the same copy of a book you owned at home. In a much nicer condition of course. “Here.” You pulled the book from the shelf, handing it to your newfound stranger friend. “Since we’re sharing favorites.” You admitted. 

“Fantasy? Interesting.” Your newfound friend opened the book, paging through the first chapter before shutting the book. “Would be a shame if we never saw each other again to share how we felt about each other’s books.” She sighed. 

“If it’s meant to be, then it’s destiny.” You whispered. 

 You didn’t see her again, mainly because your schedule had been jammed-packed with work and various other things. You had been reading a few chapters a night, ultimately falling in love with the stranger’s favorite book and now you were sure that you would never see her again. 

Until some months later and you saw her in the same bookstore, this time in the fantasy section. You weren’t sure if it was her, mainly because all you remembered were her eyes. It was summer now, which meant fewer layers and you had no idea what she looked like. 

“Stranger!” You recognized her voice, turning to see her staring right at you with a smile. “I finished your book, and the second book in the series.” She chuckled. 

“What did you think?” You asked her. 

“I couldn’t put it down.” She chuckled, rubbing the back of her neck with her hand. “I didn’t know the third book hadn’t come out yet.” She frowned. 

“It’ll hopefully come out soon.” You sighed. “I really liked your book by the way.” You smiled. “Made me very happy.” 

“Good. I’m glad.” She smiled. 

Again, it was fate that you two had been able to see each other again. After that, you exchanged contacts, allowing you to get closer and closer to each other. When you found out she was an idol, you were supportive of her career, helping her with her ups and downs when she needed it most. 

What really got you was when she had shown up at your doorstep at three in the morning, soaking wet from the downpour. She had quietly admitted her feelings for you, saying that it was eating her alive not being able to tell you. You felt so many emotions that you couldn’t help but just kiss her right there. You didn’t care that she was soaking wet. 

Now you were going on three years of dating, and she was incredibly far away from you. You were quite literally counting the days and minutes until her arrival back, hoping that she would be safe and healthy. 

It had been a few more weeks before you heard the familiar door chime, and the actual door opening. You were in the middle of making dinner when you heard everything, causing you to turn the stove off and wipe your hands. By the time you had turned, you saw your girlfriend standing in the doorway to the kitchen, a giant smile sitting on her face. 

“You’re back!” You hurried over, wrapping your arms around her tightly. 

“I missed you so much,” Yubin whispered, holding you just as tight. 

“I missed you too. I’m cooking dinner, are you hungry?” You fired off a few questions, earning a small laugh from her. 

“I can eat, and I am also tired.” She admitted. 

You hugged her tighter, pressing a kiss to her cheek. 

“Go wash up, change out of your clothes. I’ll finish cooking.” You whispered. 

“I’ve been gone for over a month and all I get is a kiss on the cheek?” She frowned. You rolled your eyes, pulling her in for a real kiss. You couldn’t help but smile into it, knowing that she was incredibly sarcastic when she wanted to be. But you loved that about her. 

She was your home. Your home away from home and everything about her was comfortable to you. Just home. 

#dreamcatcher #dami x fem!reader #reader insert #fanfic #drabble #oneshot #kpop #writing #dreamcatcher dami #lee dami #lee yubin

[ofjunemoment]

getting even | lee haechan (P2)

synopsis —  Haechan promises you that he wasn't the one behind the prank. But he also tells you that he likes you. You're torn between which one you want to believe more.

pairing - haechan x fem!reader

genre - university!au, strangers to friends to lovers, slow burn, very slice of life, eventual smut (MDNI)

Wc - 19k

content - camping, clubbing (again), smut (MDNI)

warnings: reader is drunk in one scene

a/n - YAYYYYYY here's the final part of getting even!! thank you for waiting patiently and I'm sorry it took this long,, thank you guys so much for your reactions and feedback on the first part, it definitely helped me finish this part quicker than I wouldve! i had so much fun with this haechan, and i hope you guys have fun with him <33 smut tags will be under the cut (not proofread sorry)

this is the second part of the getting even series! make sure to read the first part before reading this ^^

smut tags - fingering, unprotected sex (dont do this <3), oral (m receiving), praises, dirty talk?? like barely...., gets romantic and sappy in the middle sorry, lmk if I missed anything <3

“Is that everything?” Yubin scribbles at her clipboard as Juyeon closes the trunk of the van shut, clapping his hands together to rid of any excess dust.

“Seems like it,” Sohee speaks out softly, but her sigh is unmistakable. “But Jihoon is late. Again,” Everyone looks around for any sign of Jihoon, but it seems like your whole radio club is assembled but him.

“Ah, no worries. I just got a text from him saying he’s on the way. Something about Yubin wanting extra drinks…” Juyeon pipes up. Said club manager flushed as she got called out, waving her hand and scoffing in denial. “I didn’t say that! I just said, you know, that he should bring things to make the trip more… livelier?” For this semester's story scoop, your club had decided to make a trip to the rural farming areas just a few hour's drive south. Juyeon, the modern history major, had said that there was a grasshopper surge that he had decided to study for in his first year of course, which led to everyone being interested in how the farmers reacted to such a phenomenon. And so you all banded together and rented two vans and borrowed Yubin’s car, now filled with equipment and luggages, to stay in the town for two nights and conduct primary research on the topic.

Everyone seems excited one way or another for such an event, viewing this trip as a much-needed break from studying and assignments. Well, everyone except for your beloved friend, Naeun.

“I already feel sticky and we haven’t even started the trip,” Your selective germaphobic friend murmurs as she eyes the camping equipment that is being shoved at the back of the van by Minseok and Soyeon. 

You roll your eyes at her dramatics. “You wouldn’t be complaining like this if Jeno was in the mix,” You lightly shove your shoulder against hers, giggling when she glares at you.

“Jokes on you, I would be saying the same thing. Just with different context,” You grimace at her suggestive brows fluttering at you. Still, before you can let your impulsive thoughts take over and strangle her, you hear the crunch of tires against asphalt. You are met with a car pulling up at the waiting area where your club is waiting.

Jihoon steps out of the car and daps up Juyeon and Minseok, while bowing politely and apologising for being late towards Sohee and Yubin. 

“If it makes you feel better I bought a lot of alcoh—” Yubin's sharp laugh cuts off the rest of his sentence as she smacks at his shoulder a few times, her cackles bordering like a threat. 

“You’re so young and dumb, running your mouth. Oh, to be youthful…now get your shit out of the car.” She pinches his shoulder before gesturing towards the vehicle he’d pulled up in.

“Actually, I was gonna ask for a favour too…” The rest of the sentence goes unnoticed by you as your attention catches on the car that Jihoon has just gotten out of. It seems like he wasn’t the only person, and you hadn’t realised that until the car doors had opened and out stepped Jeno and Haechan.

“No fucking way,” Naeun pales next to you, and the feeling is mutual as your eyes widen on reflex. “We should really try being scared of good grades instead,” 

Jeno steps out of the car holding a box filled with what looks like alcohol and snacks that go along, his sleeveless shirt highlighting his flexed biceps as he carries the box towards where Jihoon is gesturing. Haechan, too, steps out with a box in his grip, adorning a simple shirt and summer shorts, and you can’t pull your eye away from him. Jihoon has his friends distract Yubin and Sohee from his late arrival (it works on the former, not much on the latter) as he guides Haechan and Jeno to shove the boxes in the back of the van you’re taking.

“I even brought extra sleeping bags, they’re new so you don’t have to worry,” His smile stays on even when Yubin pinches at his cheek. “Look at you trying. Hey, we have two extra seats in the vans if you two want to join?” She ignores the sharp look she receives from Sohee as she looks at Jeno and Haechan, who give a glance at each other and then Jihoon, and back to Yubin.

“Thanks for the offer, but I have a game to practice for,” Jeno smiles, and you feel Naeun grip at your wrist. He casts a glance at you, which sends you into a shock before a smile takes over his features. Everyone’s now looking at Haechan, and there’s only one way he can react when he has this much attention on him.

“How could I reject such an offer,” He bats his lashes as Jihoon grapples him into a friendly headlock. 

“I’m done,” You mutter, as everyone bustles around you to get their items in the car, Juyeon and Haechan are discussing how to ration their clothes for the latter to use, while Jihoon pulls out a fully inflatable flamingo from the trunk of his car, trying to somehow persuade Sohee on bringing it along. 

“There isn’t even a pool there!”

“But there’s a lake, no?”

Your shoulders slump in defeat. “Naeun, I’m so done,” Naeun relaxes his grip on your wrist when Jeno waves goodbye to everyone once Jihoon takes all his belongings out of the car. She pats your shoulder encouragingly, prioritising herself now that Jeno isn’t around to send her into a loop.

“You’ll be fine, I mean, he’s probably gonna be preoccupied with Jihoon. You probably won’t be able to even interact with him.”

True to her word, everything was fine. You didn’t even have to share an awkward greeting with him in front of everyone to save face and show that you get along well. Your tasks were assigned briefly by Sohee, and everything fit like it was planned to in the trunk of the vans.

You’re sitting in the back seat of one of the vehicles when the door opens and in comes Haechan. You do a mental check and realise that the only seats left are the two available ones next to you; although one was occupied by Juyeon’s massive skincare bag. As you were about to shove the bag in the middle seat and have Haechan sit on the opposite side, the bag was swiftly taken away by the owner himself.

“Ah, we need to make some space here for you to sit.” His sweet smile comes sinister in your eyes, as you see Haechan looking at the place before sparing a glance at you, the first of the day if anyone was keeping count. Not that you were. 

Seeing the caution in your eyes, he goes to settle himself on the opposite side, leaving the middle space empty for your comfort. As Haechan is trying to settle into the car seat, Jihoon takes a moment to glance inside before disappearing for a quick moment and returning with a pool toy, which he promptly hands to his friend.

“There’s no more space at the trunk,” He shoves it even more at Haechan’s side, making the boy tumble and fall into the middle seat instead, his hand coming in contact with yours. As you flinch, you just manage to realize what is happening before Jihoon closes the car door and heads to the passenger seat. Yubin starts the drive, and you find Naeun and Minseok in the middle row, with Naeun looking back at you with concern evident in her eyes.

You try to wave her off the best you can without Haechan realising, but it seems like he’s too preoccupied battling with the inflatable flamingo. “Why don’t you deflate it and inflate it when we get there?” He calls towards the front of the car at his friend.

Jihoon spins around from his seat and tries to look at Haechan through the gaps from the overshadowing pool toy. “This one’s weird, it doesn’t easily inflate again, so might as well just take it there while it’s fully filled. It’s not a tight fit for you two, is it?” 

Haechan gives the toy one more push and it’s angled in the least invasive way, yet his left side is pressed against you, and you can’t help but focus on the contact that his knee makes against yours, as the warmth of his skin travels easier with the skirt you’re wearing. You try your best to not look at the guy next to you, reminding yourself that it's only a two-hour drive, and you can probably try to sleep through most of it.

“No, we’re okay,” You ease Jihoon’s worries, who smiles brightly at you before turning back around.

Tucking yourself against the car, you try to find an angle that's most comfortable for you to fall asleep in, but while you’re shifting around something blankets your legs. When you open your eyes, you see Haechan placing a jacket on your leg. Where did he even pull this out from?

Looking at him, his gaze follows up from his jacket placed on your leg to your face, giving you a light smile as he tries his best to give you space even in the tight fit. Without a word, he folds himself against the flamingo toy and closes his eyes, ready to sleep. You want to thank him for his gesture, but as you see his breathing steady, you instead decide to follow his lead and shut your eyes, careful with his jacket against your legs. Soon, your eyelids begin to drift down, and your breaths become slower and deeper until you eventually slip into a restful sleep.

After what feels like a few hours, you awaken to find the van has stopped moving, and the rest of the club members have already gathered outside. You take the jacket in your hands and stretch your weary legs out before stepping outside, feeling the cool summer breeze against your face. Naeun’s the first person to realise that you’ve stepped out, waving her hand at you and gesturing you to join their circle.

“Good morning sleeping beauty,” She teases when you catch up, bumping her shoulder against yours.

“Alright guys, there are four tents, three of them fitting two people and one fitting three. You can pair up and grab them and set up at this area.” Sohee ticks off things on the clipboard, not taking her eyes off of it as she informs your group. “Try to be done by one, we’ll take a drive down to the village area and have lunch before we take a look around and see if there’s anyone who’s willing to be interviewed.” People have started to gather their bags from around their feet, ready to set up the tents. “And be careful about the space, we don’t want to be too crowded because it’s already hot enough. I know the lake is just a few minutes walk away from here, but refrain fro—”

“Let’s start setting up, yeah?” Yubin claps her hands together, effectively cutting her partner off and letting everyone disperse. 

As you find an area to set up your tent, you’re not even done with hammering in the corners of the tent into the ground before you hear your friend groan. 

"I never imagined they'd make us actually set up our own tents on this trip," Naeun sighs.

"Oh, come on, it's not that hard," you retort. "Besides, it's all part of the experience, isn't it?"

"Yeah, yeah, keep telling yourself that," Naeun laughs.

"Hey, I'm serious! This is meant to be fun," you reply with a smile. As you near the end of your process, you take a moment to look around the camping area. In the middle of a faux circle your tents are making is a general campfire and dock, where most of the snacks and drinks are placed, ready for consumption at later times in the day. Looking at everyone setting up their respective tents, you catch a glimpse of Haechan and Jihoon working diligently. Haechan’s back faces you as he hammers in the corner of his tents to the ground, and you’re only taken away from such a view when Naeun clears her throat.

“I’m innocent,” You don’t even look at her as you say this. Rolling her eyes at your helpless behaviour, your friend turns to the two of them setting up, before feigning a voice of interest. “Oh! Did you guys set up next to us? We’re neighbours now,” Jihoon looks up and smiles cheekily, indulging in your friends' reactions as he starts to talk about how excited he is about the trip. Meanwhile, Haechan merely glances at her, before his eyes shift past her figure and land on you. 

You shift in place at his gaze, meekly lifting a hand to wave hello, unable to think of anything else. A gleaming smile breaks out on his features as the corner of his lips tilts up, laughing at your awkward behaviour. You break eye contact, not wanting to spend another second subjecting yourself to being ridiculed like this. When you do, your eyes fall into the lent jacket folded and perched on top of your bag, a reminder that you’re yet to give it back.

When you and Naeun shove your bags into the tent and zip the entry close halfway, you hear a clap echo from behind you, where Yubin stands in the middle of the dock. 

“Is everyone done? Come around so we can do a quick brief before we go into the village,” When you all circle around her and the other club leader, a quick rundown is given to you of what is to expect when you head down to the village. You will all go around the village as a group, asking the residents about their knowledge of the grasshopper surge and if they’re willing to participate in a form of interview

The drive to the village was less squished as all the items you’ve packed have been unloaded, and you are able to view the beautiful scenery you had missed while asleep on the way here. Soyeon reaches over and tries to point at the best scenery for you to view, while Minseok tries to distract you by claiming to see a cow every few seconds.

You arrive at the village entrance, your windows rolled down to take in the fresh air and appreciate the charming farming fields spread out before you. The trees swing with the light summer breeze, while the shine of the sun highlights the bright-coloured fruits hanging off of the different gardens of each house. The houses are all clustered together, no doubt creating an easy atmosphere for friendliness between neighbours.

As you exit the van, your eyes slowly wander around to take in the sights of the village. Juyeon spots a few kids running around and playing with large hoola hoops, exchanging a friendly smile and wave with them. Both Yubin and Jihoon seem excited to wander around, quickly taking the opportunity to explore the quaint village by walking into the streets.

It’s quiet as you pass by the houses, with the people no doubt staying inside to have a nice lunch while staving off the heat. “I think there’s a good Naengmyeon store just a few minutes walk.” Sohee looks at both her phone and the clipboard alternatively, before starting her journey without a glance behind her. 

As you follow Sohee, you and Naeun walk side by side, taking in the fields and their vacancy. “It’s so serene,” she chimes.

You hum, “It must be so relaxing to live here, even the weather is good,” You stretch your arms out to get a better feel. “If I was living here I wouldn’t have a single complaint. I bet they all must be nice too,” 

“If I lived here,” Jihoon chimes, “I would be one of those old people that walks around with a stick I just found on the ground,” 

“I would live here with you,” Haechan adds with a smile. “Just so I can break your stick and laugh when you fall,” 

Jihoon jokingly goes to wrap his arms around Haechan, who tries to defend himself by delivering jabs into his friend’s waist. Your group laughs at their antics before suddenly being made to take a sharp left.

The quietness that existed two seconds before the turn is now all gone, as you’re met with the bustle of what you assume is the village centre. Market stalls litter around as kids run through their gaps. People gather around shaded decks, fanning themselves with various objects as middle-aged women gossip around. Even the two restaurants are bustling, but when Sohee goes to the one she had previously found, they miraculously provide tables for all nine of you, splitting into groups of four and five.

As fate would have it, you’re seated with Haechan and Jihoon, with the latter too oblivious to the stiff body language you and Naeun now harbour. Haechan provides a tight smile, but his friend goes on about how he’s starving. He calls for the owner of the place and orders your food.

The woman looks to be around sixty years old, and it’s obvious that you’re all thinking the same thoughts; she would be a good candidate to interview. “Anything else,” She jabs when you all silently look at her. 

Jihoon, ever the extrovert, sacrifices himself. “Ah, actually ma’am, I hope this doesn’t sound rude, but how old are you?” You can’t help but wince at his choice of sentence, now looking anywhere but at either one of their directions. Haechan purses his lips while Naeun coughs and goes to cover her face with her hand.

You feel more than hear her anger radiating off of the poor woman, as she shoves her hand into her apron pockets defensively. “My, talk about ‘not wanting to sound rude’,” She mocks. “Might as well ask what my income is, or better yet, the size of my br—”

“Please don’t misunderstand! I was just curious because I’m here to—”

“Just wait for your food and eat it diligently before I decide to kick you out,” Jihoon shrinks back in his seat, nodding his head solemnly. She tsks one more time before sauntering off, groaning and muttering under her breath as she goes.

“That couldn’t have gone any better,” Haechan pats his friend's shoulder, before tucking his chair further away from him, his foot bumping against you in the process. You share brief eye contact, about to share some awkward niceties before Jihoon goes to strangle him, something that occurs constantly it seems. You turn to Naeun, who looks back at you at the same time, with what you guess is the same bewilderment evident in your eyes. You burst out into laughter, leaning into one another as you take in what had happened

When you’ve all licked your bowls clean and had Jihoon semi-formally apologise for offending the lady, the group decided to saunter around the centre in order to find people to interview. 

“Okay, not a hard task.” Yubin looks at the clipboard that Sohee holds in her grasp, turning back to look at all of you. “We just need to be friendly, and boom, interview opportunity. But in case that doesn’t work, let’s have Jihoon-” The boy in question groans, “And Soyeon go around and try to conduct a mini questionnaire. Just simple questions like how long they’ve lived here, what their occupation is, and then find a leeway to ask about the grasshoppers.” Yubin clasps her hands together, and when no one budges, she starts shooing you off. Jihoon and Soyeon, the two clear extroverts of the group walk away, while Minseok starts dragging Juyon in the direction of a doughnut shop he wanted to try. Yubin and Sohee have their own way of handling things, which leaves you with Haechan and Naeun.

Naeun decides to be the icebreaker this time around, as she turns to both Haechan and you. “Yay! We’re our own trio now,” She makes some jazz hands as she says, “Just like old times in the Beehive club,” Your smile turns sour at the mention of the club.

You cross your hands in front of you in thought. “How can we approach someone about this?” You questioned out loud, but Haechan smiled at you before patting a hand on his chest.

“I can charm anyone over the age of fourty-five, it’s a hidden talent of mine. Alongside being able to juggle five things at the same time—”

“—There’s no way you can juggle five things at the same time.”

“... Do you want my help or not?” You and Naeun shove two thumbs up each in motivation before the boy takes a deep breath and starts scanning the area. With the bustle of lunchtime, there are a lot of people going around, some now setting up their dessert market stalls. 

Haechan shoots his chance by going up to a grandpa who walks by, wearing long sleeves and pants to stave off the burn of the sunlight. “Hi, sorry to bother but do you think you would be… interested…” The man kept walking as if nothing had happened, barely blinking when Haechan had come up to him. “Okay, that’s okay. Maybe he was hard of hearing?” As if on cue, the man waves as someone calls his name, going up to them and maintaining a conversation.

Now you have to find someone else. Simultaneously, all of your gazes fall on this one old lady pushing her cart, with a bit of a struggle if the minute movements of the cart are anything to go by.

Haechan makes his way through to her. “Aye, it must be hard for you to carry all of this alone. Let me help you miss,” He flashes his charming smile and you can’t help but find him endearing. In the summer heat, his cheeks look warmer than usual, as the shine of the sun reflects off his skin gleamingly. He looks cute, and you suddenly feel a sort of ache bloom in you.

The grandma squints for a while as she looks up at Haechan’s figure looming over her, and you would too if you were in her position; he’s practically beaming. But when she lifts her hand off of the handles of the carriage, it isn’t to give the boy reign but rather to deliver a hard-hitting smack at his shoulder.

You flinch and Naeun lets out a shocked shriek, as Haechan’s eyes widen, hand coming up to his bicep as he steps back.

“Damn city boy, you’re in my way!” She trudges off, and you all can’t help but look at her retreating back, the ring of her cart mocking your attempts.

It was difficult to try again after those failed attempts (you found it cute as Haechan would pout every now and then while he rubbed at his shoulder), but when Minseok and Juyeon had come back with three successful participants, you had all suddenly felt extremely competitive. 

And so you tried again, and again, and once more. Finally, a lady who was selling tanghulu had asked about your reason for visiting this town, to which she had nodded earnestly when finding out you were here to know more about the grasshopper surge. She later agreed enthusiastically when you had asked with your sweetest voice if she doesn’t mind being interviewed about it, going as far as to invite you to her house.

“Ah, we don’t wanna intrude on your privacy,” You had started shaking your hands about, but the lady merely tched at your behaviour. “Nonsense, if anything, you can do me a favour by coming in and keeping me company,” She gestured at her meek stall, and you couldn’t help but smile sweetly and nod.

With all of the interviews and mini-questionnaires secured, your group popped back into the van and ventured back to your camping grounds. Your village centre trip had taken a few hours to finish, and it was no surprise that by the time you had gone back, it was dark, and you were hungry once more.

Soyeon giggled next to you when she heard your stomach grumble. “I can make a mean shin ramen if you’d like,” You were about to bashfully thank her for offering before Juyeon loudly spoke up.

“You’re hungry too right? See Yubin, we should start the fire and barbeque now!” A bit more whining occurs before the fire pit is finally lit. In the dark of the summer night, a light breeze still comes around now and then. You drape a blanket stolen from your tent over your and Naeun’s legs, sitting on the log as everyone tends to a different part of the camping experience.

Yubin and Juyeon get busy with making the food, while Jihoon crowns himself as the bartender of the night, but instead of mixing drinks he merely passes them around and encourages everyone to take a sip before the food gets ready. Sohee quietly sets up a corner of the circle for smores to be made without risking the marshmallows from catching on fire, and a bit to her left sits Haechan, who sips at his bottle of beer while looking at the fire.

It seems like even the warm tone of the fire compliments his skin a lot, and you can’t help but look in his direction constantly, your eyes not wanting to look away. Naeun drones about a cute bag she had seen in the market earlier in the day, but your eyes are stuck on his features, pouted lips glistening after each sip of his drink, his fingers fiddling with one another against the bottle and then tapping at his knee. 

The sounds around you muffle as you focus on the contrasts of the dark summer night and the orange-yellow flame of the fire against the boy. You feel your stomach fluttering as you come to realise that the nervous feeling you harbour around him is a result of your blooming affection for him. 

Suddenly, you feel a warm gaze on you, and you turn to see Haechan's eyes fixed on you, with a gentle, understanding gaze. Your pulse quickens each moment you lock eyes, and it’s hard to bring yourself out of this reverie.

In the middle of enjoying this blissful moment with him, your heart fluttering and your eyes locked onto his, you startle as you feel someone tap on your shoulder.

You turn around to see Naeun looking at you, a slight frown on her face.

"What's wrong?" You ask her. Naeun shakes her head slightly and looks back in Haechan's direction.

"Have you been noticing Haechan's strange behaviour recently?" She whispers to you. Your brows furrow, but you can’t bring yourself to look at the boy anymore. “What makes you say that?”

She shrugs, “I don’t know, it kinda feels like he’s silently brewing something.” She taps her fingers against her chin as she thinks. “Or maybe I’m just making things up, I need a drink” She shrugs and quickly goes to stand up, heading towards Jihoon’s direction, who beams when your friend asks for a stronger drink.

The night continues with the food getting annihilated less than five minutes of it being cooked, and everyone mixing their spirits just to experience drunken fun quickly. A few impromptu singing sessions occur, and a very terrible round of truth or dare as Minseok decides to make everything hard by saying such as “I dare you to down two shots or give me fifty-thousand won”. No one was pleased with his low blow.

You know it’s time for you to head off to bed when your eyelids start drooping even when everyone is singing at the top of their lungs. You pat Naeun’s knee as you stand up, with her barely noticing as she tries to match her adlibs to the song. 

“I’m gonna head off to bed now,” As she nods back at you, you tuck the blanket back on her knees before shuffling away and towards your tent. Retrieving some things from your bag inside your tent, you hear some shuffling to your left as you head back out. Haechan stands at his tent situated next to yours seemingly calling it a night too as his hands carry his toothbrush and toothpaste.

You’re not sure where you got the confidence to speak first, but Haechan’s soft gaze illuminated by the moonlight eases you. “You’re heading to bed too?”

“Yeah,” He exhales. “I don’t think I can handle two more hours of a Bruno Mars medley. Even I have my limits.” The smile on his face grows as he looks at you, cheeks full of adoration.

As you stand there, a thought tugs at the back of your mind, a memory that you almost missed amidst the camaraderie and laughter earlier. With a sudden realisation, you remember that you still have Haechan's jacket that he lent you earlier. Feeling a little guilty and nervous, you quickly retrieve it from your bag, tugging at the sleeves of the jacket and straightening any creases.

"Actually, speaking of limits," you start, your voice a touch sheepish, "I kind of borrowed your jacket when it got cold. Sorry, I didn't know exactly when I should give it back."

His eyes widen in mock surprise, a playful grin curving on his lips. "You mean you stole my jacket?" he teases, an eyebrow raised.

You roll your eyes playfully. "Borrowed, Haechan. Borrowed."

He chuckles, his gaze dropping to the jacket you're holding out. "Well, I guess I can let you off the hook this time."

You let out a relieved laugh, a weight lifting off your shoulders. Haechan's fingers brush against yours as he takes the jacket from you, his touch lingering and warm against you. His eyes, usually full of mischief, now seem to hold a depth of emotion that you can't quite decipher. The playful smile he wore has softened into something more sincere.

"Thank you," he says, his voice gentle as he folds the jacket over his arm. "But you know, you could have kept it if you wanted to."

Your stomach dips at the implication as you let out a nervous chuckle, fingers fidgeting slightly as you meet his gaze. "I know, but you have to give back what you’ve borrowed,"

He tilts his head, his expression thoughtful. "Well, I'm glad you're honest, even if it's about jacket theft," he says, a hint of a teasing smile returning to his lips.

A comfortable silence settles between you, the tension from before now replaced by a sense of connection that feels even stronger. The distant sounds of the campfire and the rustling of leaves create a soothing backdrop, and when you look at the boy in front of you once more, you’re suddenly brought back to the moment you shared at the festival. 

“I thought you were rejecting me before I could even muster the courage to ask you out.” Was he joking again when he said this? Making some elaborate sick and twisted prank to make you feel better about the bucket of water that wasn’t even his own doing? 

Your curiosity gets the best of you, and when you go to clear your throat and voice your thoughts, Haechan's lips curve into a warm smile. "Well, it's getting late," he says softly, glancing toward his tent. 

You’re momentarily taken aback, now feeling lost on what to say. He takes your silence as a bid, zipping open his tent flaps and toes off his shoes. 

“Wait, Haechan,” Your voice surprises the two of you still, as Haechan looks over his shoulder and back at you with a hum, his eyes scanning your features. 

You shuffle in place, before bringing your hand up and waving at him timidly. “Sleep well,” 

This time, his reaction is different. He purses his lips, as if restraining a more exuberant smile, his eyes glinting with something unspoken. His nod is gentle, and he avoids meeting your gaze directly. "Goodnight, Y/n,"

The following day, after you’ve all washed up and had something to eat, you gather around the cleared dock in a circle once more. 

“Okay, so it seems like we have six willing participants. We’ve decided to split the teams as such,” With the crew only having access to three cameras, and today being the last day you all can visit the village, there will be three pairs conducting video-form interviews on three of the participants, while the rest do a one-on-one interview without any form of digital recording.

“These are the three pairs: Soyeon and Juyeon, you two will interview Mr Choi. Jihoon and Naeun, you’re on the Sim couple, and Haechan and Y/n can go to Mrs Kim,” You try your best to not seem as surprised as you really feel when you look at your partner, who beams back at you playfully.

Naeun raises her hand. “If my partner can’t shut his mouth and let the interviewees speak, do I have permission to smack across his head with the clipboard?”

“By all means,” Sohee replies without hesitation, while Jihoon raises his hand to his head protectively, looking warily at the clipboard that is being passed around to the groups.

X

You all depart at ten in the morning, hopping into the van and leaving your camping sanctuary. Yubin was kind enough to drive each of you to the houses of the interviewees, reminding all of you to meet at the village centre at three p.m. latest for dinner and then a drive back to the camp. 

Looking at the scribble of the address that the lady gave you yesterday (you’re still shocked that she entrusted you with such information) you look at the gate in front of you which sports the same exact numbers. With one simple scan around, you find that there’s only a handle attached to the door to indicate your arrival.

Haechan steps forward and knocks twice, before you hear a slide of a door and a few grunts. “Give me a few seconds, I’m not as agile as I was a few years ago,” Opening the gate, you feel like you’ve been washed anew, as Mrs Kim smiles widely at you two. “Come on it, I prepared some fruits for you two to eat,”

“Oh, Mrs Kim you didn’t have to,”

“Nonsense,” She tchs. “It’s important for you young people to stay healthy.” As you enter, you see the beautiful exterior of her house and a mini deck that adorns the fruits she had mentioned. 

Haechan adjusts the shoulder of the bag filled with equipment, his arm grazing yours briefly. “You have a very lovely estate, Mrs Kim,” He compliments, and his eyes squeeze shut when the woman reaches forward and pinches at his cheek. You can’t help yourself from laughing, as he contains his grunts.

“You flatter me too much young man,” She pats at his cheek once more, and you have to stop yourself from cooing when you see the red tone of his skin before he covers his cheek with his hand, rubbing it as a form of soothing remedy. “I have a few more things to bring. Did you guys have breakfast? Actually, doesn’t matter, even if you did you should eat more. It’s important to stock up on energy early in the morning.”

“Mrs Kim you don’t have t—”

“You guys can set up,” She shuffles back to her house, sliding the door open and shut behind her, gone before you could utter another word. Both of you look at the deck, which has a big bowl of fruits and three cushions for you to sit on.

Haechan is still rubbing at his cheek when he speaks, “I guess we can set up now, you wanna sit at the deck and I’ll adjust the camera?” The two of you work in harmony, with you adjusting the seats in order to achieve the best angle for the camera, while Haehcan looks at the viewfinder and asks you to shift when needed.

When you’re setting up the microphone and your clipboard with the provided questions, Mrs Kim comes back with two lines of kimbap lined on a plate and three sets of cutlery. Haechan lets out a sharp gasp in gratitude while your jaw slackens.

“Thank you, Mrs Kim,” You hum as you look at her, adoration no doubt filled in your irises. She waves shyly at you, before settling down at the cushion you had positioned for her. “Okay, there are a few questions that I have for you here, and it shouldn’t take more than fourty minutes if I don’t have any follow-ups.” You start explaining to her, and you look over at Haechan to check and see if your volume for the microphone is good or not. He gives you a thumbs up and a nod, which prompts you to continue with your debrief. 

“We can take breaks as much as you like, and if there isn’t anything you’re comfortable with answering please tell us. We’re not trying to make you feel bad with this interview, we just want more people to know about this because there isn’t much recorded at the moment,” You list off, not wanting to miss a detail. Situated behind the camera, you miss the way Haechan smiles fondly at your focused expression, but Mrs Kim doesn’t as she lets her gaze flit between the two of you.

“Whenever you’re ready,” You smile at her, and she smiles back before giving you a confirmation.

“Please introduce yourself!” As you ask her question after question, you munch on a few fruits to stave off the heat in the outdoor summer weather. You fill up your cups using the water jug Mrs Kim had brought and subtly shove it to the corner of the deck where it is closest to Haechan, who would try his best to retrieve it with as little disturbance as possible, After thirty minutes, you had only gone through three questions, stuck with asking her follow up questions about her farming and harvesting upbringing with how invested you were. You pause the interview recording as Haechan mutters something about needing the bathroom, and you finally get to dig into the food that Mrs. Kim has prepared for you.

You’re munching on the food when Mrs. Kim asks you a question. “Did you two decide to come here together?”

You cover your mouth with your hand as you speak, “Oh, we’re part of a group at university and our project was to research this topic,” You pour another cup of water for her when you see her reach for the jug. “Which thank you for accepting our offer, it was hard getting someone …” 

She laughs as she waves her hand at you. “The old people in this village are all grumpy because of the heat, don’t take it to heart sweetie,” Haechan struts back outside once more, and tampers with the camera to check the records. He brings it to you and asks about the angle which makes you two fall into a convo about the angles. You pick up a piece of kimbap and offer it to the boy, noticing he hasn’t had anything to eat as of yet.

You miss the fond look Mrs Kim holds, as Haechan shakes his head slightly with his mouth open, before engulfing the food and chewing, mumbling more about the camera settings.

“Mrs Kim, are you alright with changing the angle of the camera so it can focus on you?”

“You two are such a cute couple,” You almost get whiplash from how fast you turn your head to look at her, your utensils almost dropping the piece of strawberry you had picked up.

“Oh,” Haechan starts, and you’re not sure if the rouge colour of his cheeks is due to the sun or something else. “We’re—”

“And you’re such a gentleman too,” She gestures at Haechan before picking up an uncut fruit and peeling it. “I have five children, and a dozen of grandchildren. One of the younger ones is around the same age as you, so you remind me a lot of him.” She reminisces, and you can’t bring yourself to correct her statement when she gives you another piece of anecdote. “Although it’s been some time since I’ve seen them, I hope the next time I do they’ve grown as handsome and as kind as you are,” 

Haechan grows flustered as he occupies himself with a bite of a fruit, before developing a sudden tenderness. He saunters up to his side and holds his arms wide for a hug, which the woman grows mockingly agitated with, before accepting it. He whines cutely, “Mrs Kim, you can’t go all soft on me with no warning,” He rubs at her shoulder gently. “If you’d like, I’m more than happy to come back again to visit you, in exchange for your world-class food,” He receives a soft smack on the shoulder before bursting into laughter, and you can’t help but feel a sense of adoration at his words.

“You’re only gonna be a nuisance at my side,” She grunts when Haechan goes back next to you, plopping himself down to indulge more in the food. “I’ll let you visit me only if you bring your lovely girlfriend too,”

You start coughing on the grape you were munching on, as Haechan tuts at you and gives you a glass of water. Gulping it down, you stop yourself from having another fit when Haechan says, “I’ll bring my lovely, precious girlfriend with me too. Promise,”

Your interview with Mrs Kim was done three hours after your arrival, as you left with a full stomach and a massive hug from the sweet woman.

“Have a safe trip back,” She waves, and you and Haechan navigate your way through the neighbourhood and towards the village centre.

Haechan gives a wistful sigh. “What a sweet lady, I thought every person over the age of sixty wanted to run us over in this town,” 

“I think they just wanted to run you over.” You comment and are met with a light shove to your shoulder with his, a playful grin dancing on his lips. "Me? Come on, I'm nothing but a bundle of charm and charisma," he retorts while he stretches his arms out.

"Sure, if you say so," you reply with a smile, feeling the warm sensation before settling low in your stomach again.

As you both navigate through the village centre, the quaint streets bathed in the warm hues of the sun, Haechan's tone becomes a touch more serious. "You know, spending time with Mrs Kim was really nice," he admits, his expression softening.

You nod in agreement. "Absolutely. She's such a sweetheart. The way she talks about the village and its history, you can tell how much she loves it."

"True," Haechan agrees, his gaze distant for a moment before focusing back on you. "It's heartwarming to see how deeply connected she is to this place."

As you stroll along the cobbled path, a comfortable silence settles between you. The serene atmosphere of the village combined with Haechan's presence makes it feel like you're in a different world altogether, a world where worries and uncertainties can be set aside, even if only temporarily.

Eventually, the village begins to fade into the background as you approach your destination. With the fading light, the sounds of the evening grow softer, and you find yourselves in a quiet corner by the riverbank.

Haechan glances at you, a thoughtful expression crossing his features. "You know," he begins, his tone softer now, "I’m glad you were my partner for today."

You meet his gaze, a warm smile forming on your lips as you feel heat gather at your cheeks. "Yeah, it was fun." You cut yourself off short, scared that if you keep talking you’ll say more than you’d want to.

He grins, a hint of his mischievousness returning. "And who knows, maybe next time Mrs Kim will have some more matchmaking plans for us," he says, his eyebrows wiggling playfully. You laugh, shaking your head at his antics, but feel a nervous flip in your stomach. 

Before you can overthink and pick his words apart, you hear a honk from behind as a car drives up to the both of you. Yubin rolls down the window, gleaming at you from behind the wheel. “Great! You guys are done too, we were about to come pick you up. You guys had something to eat already?” You both nod your heads, now uncertain of Yubin’s enthusiasm.

“Perfect, because we aren’t heading to the centre for lunch anymore.” She tilts her head back to the van, urging you to get in. “We’re heading to the waterfall!”

It turns out that the man Yubin had been interviewing alone had mentioned a picturesque waterfall just a short drive from the town. The location came complete with a restaurant situated slightly downstream, but what had truly captured his nostalgic sentiment was his recollection of summers spent there during his youth. While she tells you all this, you don’t notice the passage of time. It's only when the car slows to a stop and Jihoon emerges from the trunk, his inflatable flamingo in tow and already sporting swim trunks, that you realize how far you've journeyed.

"Wait, are we actually going swimming?" Juyeon asks, his voice laced with surprise as Jihoon confidently strides towards the water, each step creating playful splashes. Sohee looks ahead at the water and Jihoon, expression blank once more. “We brought a few towels, some of them finished early so we drove back to the site and grabbed some things.” She shrugs her cardigan off, revealing her swimsuit from underneath. “You don’t have to swim if you don’t want to,” And she steps into the water, trailing behind Jihoon.

Naeun, who was one of the lucky ones to have finished early, is also wearing her swimsuit and is now trying to persuade you to join. “Just dip your feet in, you’re already wearing shorts! I brought some slippers for you too,” When she sees that you’re not budging, she huffs at your stubbornness before heading in. Even Miseok, who was fully clothed, went ahead and emerged himself into the water, squealing about the cold of the water.

You sigh in thought, looking down at your cladded feet, contemplating whether you should go in or not. You do feel the sweat built up from the whole day's work disappearing in the presence of the cold waterfall, but the body of water looks more and more tempting as droplets land at your feet, courtesy of Naeun and Soyeon declaring war against Minseok and drowning the guy with splashes of water, their laughter ringing through the air. Yubin clings to Sohee’s waist as she twirls her around in the water, and Haechan tries to coax Juyeong into making Jihoon sink by toppling him over the flamingo.

You sit by the edge of the water, your feet dangling in the cool stream, watching your friends enjoy themselves. Haechan, ever the observer, notices your conflicted expression. His eyes meet yours, and he saunters over with that signature mischievous grin that never fails to stir something in your chest.

“You coming in?” voice tinged with playful curiosity, he gets out to stand next to you, tousled hair dripping and his sun-kissed skin glistening. His shirt clings to his form, and it takes all of your willpower to look away from the dip in his waist. 

“I don’t know, I’m still thinking…” The cold water looks exceptionally inviting, but you wouldn’t have a change of clothes, and you’re not sure if the white t-shirt you adorn would help in not exposing you. 

“Hmm, I mean, you had a bucket of water dunked on you once, right?” He circles behind you as he says this. “So this time it shouldn’t be too bad,” Before you can turn to look at him and decipher what he means, you feel strong arms circle around your waist before you’re being trudged forward, a startled laugh escapes your lips as he carries you toward the water.

"H-Haechan, wait!" you protest, a mix of laughter and uncertainty in your tone.

He pays no heed to your objections, stepping in more and more into the cold and refreshing water. As the water reaches his waist, he takes another step forward, your laughter mingling with the splashes around you. The initial shock of the cold water is soon replaced by a rush of exhilaration as he swings you left and right quickly.

"See?" he grins at you when you turn to look at him, the playful spark in his eyes impossible to ignore. He takes another step forward, wanting to get the both of you close to the rest, but his foot gets caught momentarily as he leans forward more, making you squeal as you’re faced with your death for a few seconds.

Fortunately, you don’t fall in face first, as Haechan gathers himself just in time. His arms are gripped tighter around your waist, as he tries to fully regain his balance by grounding himself into you. You feel his chest against your back, and if it weren’t for the cool stream of water whizzing past your body, you would’ve been burning up.

“You almost killed us both,” Haechan loosens his hold around you as you say this, gently turning you around to face him instead, your grip going back to his forearm. Nothing could have prepared you for the view you’re met with, a smile gleaming across Haechan’s face, carefree and unfiltered as he revels in the summer sun and the cool water from the waterfall and riverbank. He looks like the embodiment of summer, and you’re slowly finding yourself wanting to bask in his light.

His smile slowly fades as his eyes start looking across your face, taking in your features one by one, from the corners of your eyes to the shine of the sun against your cheeks, and lastly your lips. You feel your breath hitch, the only thing grounding you being the grip you hold on the Haechan’s forearms, while his hands hover over your waits, before gently getting a hold on them, his fingers squeezing deftly. You’re not quite sure if you’re intently focusing in on his face, or if he’s slowly leaning in, but before you can figure out the air that hangs between the two of you, a deafening screech sounds in front of you, and in that suspended moment, your instincts kick in. Your arms reflexively rise to cushion the impact, and Haechan's body collides with yours. 

For the second time this afternoon, you close your eyes as you brace yourself for impact, the world briefly becomes a blur of sensations. The water is just deep enough to soften your fall, but you know the skidding of the pebbles under your feet would inflict some sort of pain. Neither of you gets to find your footing this time round, as you fall into the water, refreshing coolness sliding down on you before engulfing the two of you.

As the world comes back into focus, you find yourself near Haechan once again, his laughter bubbling through the water. His mischievous grin is evident even underwater, and it's easy to imagine the triumphant sparkle in his eyes.

"You really can't catch a break today, huh?" he teases, his words echoing through the water.

You can't help but let out a laugh. "You could say that." Haechan surfaces beside you, water cascading from his hair, his wet shirt clinging to his form once more. As you two recover, you look up and towards the direction of the commotion that happened to send Haechan and you toppling over. There you see Minseok, a look of uncertainty cast on his face before it falls to a cheeky grin, his face stretching almost uncomfortably.

"Guess I misjudged the distance," Minseok calls out, his tone light as he shrugs his shoulders. Your brows furrow, but you don’t say anything when Haechan playfully splashes water in Minseok's direction. "Nice aim! You almost gave us a heart attack and had us follow the stream,” He points towards the flow of the water starting from your feet, and looking down at your soaked-through shirt you realise that you’re more exposed than what you had planned.

Haechan’s gaze catches on you crossing your arms over your shoulders, a weak attempt of you trying to cover yourself. Quickly scanning the bags and mats huddled together just on the floor next to the waterfall, he gently offers his hand for you to take, swishing through the currents and stepping out, helping you do the same before he grabs the only available towel he could find, wrapping it around your shoulders.

“There,” He pats your sides, helping you to dry. Your heart warms at his gesture, smitten eyes looking at his while he looks anywhere but directly at you.

People start getting out slowly too, some grumbling about being hungry from not having a chance to eat before coming to swim. When everyone grabs a towel, you realise that Haechan is the only one left without one. Everyone’s too busy tending to themselves to notice, and you see a faint shiver coarse through his body, the cold of the water relentless even in the heat of the summer.

You shoulder off your towel, handing it to him without saying much. He looks at your extended hand and you know he’s about to refuse when he sports a sheepish and teasing smile, ready to refute your attempts by making some sort of joke out of it, or claiming you need it more.

Somehow, you know that he won’t give in until you also have a towel or something similar to help you, so you decide to do something else. You place one end of the towel around his right shoulder, and you see him open his mouth to voice his protest, but his voice dies in his throat when you stick yourself by his left shoulder, wrapping the other end of the towel around yourself too. He looks at you incredulously, and you’re sure now that teh heat on your cheeks can’t be blamed on the heat of the weather anymore.

You try to will away your flustered expression, now refusing to meet his eye. “You wouldn’t take the towel, so I had to make do,” You mutter, now feeling somewhat ridiculous for your attempt at wanting him to use the towel. Haechan, having never met with this side of yours, gets a bit giddy as he grins widely at you, reaching out from under the jacket to pinch at you. You smack away his hand, before muttering something about wanting to find Naeun, separating yourself from the towel and quickly stepping away.

Back at the campsite, everyone takes turns rinsing off and helping to prepare for tonight's round of food. Although most of the drinks that Jihoon had brought were dwindling to a finish, he pulls out an extra bottle of emergency vodka, preparing shots for everyone to have. 

As Jihoon’s tactics of making everyone drink to get drunk don’t go through, he tries something that never fails. “Okay, we’re playing never have I ever, and for every one finger you put down you have to take a shot,” Yubin immediately bites, saying “Never have I ever been named ‘Sohee’,”

Sohee's reaction is swift and accompanied by an indignant glare. Without missing a beat, she reaches for a shot glass and downs the vodka, setting it down with a determined clink. Jihoon grins, clearly delighted by the engagement he's sparked. "Only Yubin can pull something like that and not get torn in half,"

But Sohee doesn’t back down easily. “Never have I ever cut my own bangs,” Yubin purses her lips from laughing, lowering one finger as she looks at her shot glass in shame before downing it. A few other people drink too, with Haechan laughing at Jihoon who takes a hard-hitting shot.

“Why would you cut your bangs?” Naeun questions Jihoon as he recovers from the taste of vodka. “Sometimes times are tough,” 

Haechan scoffs. “He saw a video of a guy thirst trapping and the girl he liked at the time had liked it. So he thought a haircut would be a quick fix,” Jihoon scowls at being called out so easily. Before he could strike back with a question, Minseok suddenly speaks up.

"Never have I ever accidentally spilled a secret that wasn't mine to spill," Minseok announces, his eyes locking onto Haechan's with a knowing glint. The question lands like a playful challenge, drawing amused glances and ripples of laughter from the group. Haechan's expression shifts from surprise to a grin, lifting a shot glass and downing it seamlessly. Your eyes catch on the side of his face as he tilts his head back, throat bobbing lightly as he downs the drink, and amid all the ruckus and noise of the group, you can’t help but find his expression hot.

Not right now, you can’t start salivating in the middle of a friendly gathering and so you turn to look away. Your gaze instead catches on Minseok, and his once playful expression has suddenly faded into a displeased one, as he pushes his glasses back up his nose bridge. You grow confused at his sudden shift of mood, but before you can further contemplate anything, Naeun shrieks at a question that Soyeon had asked bringing you back to the group.

The game shifts into story time, as people talk about how they’ve broken bones to the times they were caught masturbating. You can’t help but grimace at Juyeon’s story of how the person he was with had kicked out his pet cat from the room only for her other cat to pop out of the closet, as she cooed at her pet not even a full minute after they finished. 

Someone reaches for a bottle of water and finds that the ones on the deck are all empty. “I’ll get some more from the van,” You volunteer, standing up and dusting yourself off. Yubin’s temple is resting against Sohee’s shoulder as she slurs, “Take s’meone witchu... Bottles heavy..” You glance around only to be met with Naeun excitedly asking Juyeon to tell her more about his embarrassing moments so she can exchange with him, while the rest egg him on. Your attention shifts to Haechan, his eyes already fixed on yours. With a subtle tilt of your head away from the campfire, a surge of confidence courses through you as you invite him to join you. 

The walk to the van is quiet, save for the crunch of your shoes and sandals against the floor, as you look at the sky and the trees, anywhere but at him now that he’s actually by your side. 

Haechan's voice breaks the silence, soft. "Was it fun for you so far?"

You turn your gaze to him, offering a small smile. "Yeah, I’m glad to have gotten away like this before the exams start up again." Subconsciously, you start treading closer to him, your shoulder now brushing against his every other step you take. “But I don’t think I can go to another social gathering until next year,”

He chuckles, a sound that seems to meld seamlessly with the night's tranquillity. "Tell me about it. Minseok’s been on a mission this whole trip, hasn't he?"

You nod, the playful note in his voice helping to ease the tension that had briefly gripped the atmosphere. “Your title is gonna be revoked soon if you don’t watch out,” 

You arrive at the van, and you feel the weight of the key in your pocket, but you can’t bring yourself to fish it out, as you now stand face-to-face with Haechan. Even with the sun’s shine bringing out the warmth and glow in him, you’re just as mesmerised during the night, the moonlight turning him blurry at the edges, and you can feel yourself softening even more. 

You’re brought back to the festival when Haechan had pulled you away and continued to laugh at you for being mad at him for pulling a prank on you. You’re still not entirely sure if he isn’t to blame, but that’s the last thing on your mind as you recall his words. “I thought you were rejecting me before I could even muster the courage to ask you out.”

He’s right in front of you again, looking at you patiently, gaze slowly flitting over your features, from your eyes to your cheeks, at your hair and fleetingly at your lips when you go to speak.

"Hey, about what you said earlier…” you begin, your voice steady but tinged with a hint of uncertainty as your hands fidget with one another. “Back at the festival, about asking me out,"

His eyes meet yours, searching for something in your expression. He seems to hold his breath, waiting for your words to unfold.

"Was that just... you know, another one of your jokes?" you ask, your tone light yet inquisitive. 

Haechan's eyebrows knit together for a moment, a hint of surprise in his eyes as if he didn't expect you to bring up the topic, not like this. He then lets out a soft chuckle, shaking his head slightly. "No, I wasn't joking," he says, his voice gentle but earnest.

His second confession hangs in the air between you, a mixture of emotions swirling beneath the surface. You feel your heart racing, your mind racing even faster. Your next words are caught in your throat, wondering if now is the time.

“I…” But Haechan’s anything if patient and kind, as he steps closer and gently clasps your hand in his, both of your gazes falling on your now linked hands before travelling up to your faces. “I really like you,” You breathe, and your gaze zeroes in on his plush lips. “And I really want to kiss you now,”

Your cheeks heat up at your sudden bluntness, but a tender smile graces Haechan’s features and he takes a step closer. Your hands remain linked, his touch warm and reassuring against your palm. His head tilts a bit, breath mingling with yours as his eyes fall to look at your lips, gaze growing hooded in the dark of the night.

His lips meet yours gently, the plush skin enveloping you, and all you can feel and hear is him. The summer breeze and the crickets chirping now fades away, as you feel his fingers clasped through yours and the brush of his nose against you. He separates slightly, pulling back as he slowly opens his eyes, but you’re barely done.

Panic overtakes his features when you let go of his hand, but then it's replaced with a look of surprise when you quickly but gently clasp his face in your hands, leaning in and kissing him once more. He can’t help the slight smile that urges to overtake his features, but he grounds himself by clasping your waist, pulling your body closer to his. He pecks your lips, again and again, his palms squeezing your waist deftly, as if he can’t get enough. Your arms link around his shoulders when he pushes himself closer to you, shifting from caring pecks to heated kisses, pushing you two closer together. 

Finally, when the soft breeze doesn’t help fight the heat, you separate from each other, but your bodies are still intertwined. You rest your forehead against his collarbone and he smiles, wrapping his arms around your waist now.

“Fuck,” You mutter, “Why was that so good?” He chuckles at your words, kissing the side of your head that’s still buried in his chest.

“Yeah?” He mumbles into your hair, and it takes all of your willpower to not collapse right then and there at his hot tone. “Can’t wait to show you more then,” He pecks at your cheek lightly before stepping back and towards the van, and you can’t help but silently mourn the loss of his touch.

When you get back to the campfire and sit next to Nauen, she comments on how warm your body is.

“Of course my body is warm, it’s summer. Did you forget?” Naeun looks at you with one of her eyes squinted shut, the other barely open as she tries analysing you through her drunken state.

“You’re right, I did forget. I just thought Haechan kissing you would’ve made yo—“ You smack your hand on her mouth as your wide eyes scan across the deck, scared that other people have caught on to her words. Naeun and her damn mouth, and really accurate drunk guesses.

After looking around, you’re relieved to find that everyone’s too busy with their own activities. Your eyes fall on Haechan, who must’ve felt your gaze as he quickly glances towards you, sending a wink and an air kiss. You roll your eyes, looking away quickly so he misses the fondness that overtakes your features.

Naeun leans on your shoulder as you two look at the blank space that once had your shared tent. 

“I’ll miss this place,” She sniffles, and you can’t help but scoff. 

“You were complaining just twenty minutes ago about how gross this trip made you feel.”

“Maybe the cleanliness of camping is the friends we made along the way,” She loses her footing when you move away from her, making her lose her position from being perched on you. Going to the van where everyone’s huddled at, you help give some of the items to be fitted into the truck.

Rubin tucks a strand of hair that’s sticking out from Sohee’s hair as the latter reads off of the clipboard in her hand. “Okay, everyone has their bearings?” Jihoon shuffles in with his flamingo plushie. “Wait, let me deflate this quickly and shove it at the back,”

“No!” You exclaim, and everyone looks at you with your sudden outburst. Without the flamingo, you wouldn’t have an excuse for wanting to squeeze closer to Haechan as you sit next to each other. You quickly gather yourself, clearing your throat and trying to seem nonchalant. “Uh, I mean like, don’t deflate it now. It’ll be hard to inflate it again.” You look away as you gesture your hand around. “There’s space at the back of the van anyway.”

You catch Haechan’s gaze, who is now covering his mouth with his hand to not burst out with laughter. Jihoon looks at Yubin with confusion, before the team leader shrugs, gesturing for the flamingo to fit into the van. When everyone shuffles into the van, Jihoon hands you the flamingo, which you happily grasp and tug at your left side, as you sit in the middle. Haechan fits himself at your right side, and you try your best to avoid Naeun’s suspicious yet knowing glare.

When the van roars to life, so does conversation between everyone, as Jihoon plays music through the aux cord, providing some background music. Now that you’ve achieved your goal of having Haechan sit next to you, you don’t know what to do, settling into your seat with the inflatable flamingo cradled in your arms. His thigh pressed against yours as the two of you relaxed back into your seats, and you couldn’t bring yourself to focus on anything but the warmth seeping through the fabric of your clothes, making it hard to concentrate on anything else.

As you steal a glance at Haechan, you find him already looking at you, a playful glint in his eyes and a mischievous grin tugging at his lips. You can never win.

He seems to find amusement in your flustered state, a knowing look passing between you as if sharing a secret language. And just when you expect him to tease you, he instead offers you an airpod of his (which you’re thankful for, you don’t know what suffices as an excuse for oggling him the way you did).

"Here," he says, his voice a soft undertone amidst the conversations. You're momentarily taken aback by his gesture, your fingers brushing against his as you accept the earbud. 

It’s when you’re in the middle of choosing which decade of music to listen to when Minseok turns around and is met with your bickering. Naeun joins in, a smile on her lips as she enjoys the banter between you and Haechan.

Then, Minseok's voice cuts through the chatter, posing a question that catches you off guard. “Did you forgive him after his prank?” It takes a moment for you to realize that it’s directed at you. You glance between Naeun and Haechan, uncertain of how to respond to his unexpected query.

Quick to step in, Naeun's voice rises above the background noise as she takes charge of the situation. “The water bucket? Haechan wasn't behind that one,” Minseok now looks at Naeun with a confused tilt. 

"But he was, right? I remember he was on his way to class and turned back at the last minute." 

It’s now your turn to be confused. “How did you know he was heading to class then?” You see a bit of colour drain from his face as you ask him, and before he can say anything, Juyeon and Soyeon call for his attention, giving him an escape from the conversation.

A glance is exchanged between you, Haechan, and Naeun, a silent agreement passing between you all. Naeun waves off the topic, assuring you with a casual gesture. "Don't worry about it for now. Let's get back to what we were doing." With that, she turns her attention back to the ongoing activities, allowing you to enjoy your privacy once more.

As you listen to the calming music he plays, you lay your head on his shoulder, finding solace in the rhythmic hum of the van's journey. His voice drifts into a lively monologue about his evolving music preferences over the years—tales of the artists he favoured in his younger days and those who currently capture his admiration. You can’t help but feel warm as he tells you personal anecdotes of listening to his parents’ karaoke sessions, and how his mum especially used to love singing.

Watching him speak animatedly,  a wave of endearment washes over you. Pouting as he sometimes speaks and moving his hands when he wants to emphasise a point, The surge of fondness overwhelms you and you let your urges take over, nipping lightly at his shoulder, not knowing how else to assert the cute aggression you feel so suddenly.

“What—” Haechan claps his hand over the spot you playfully bit, his mock protest making you roll your eyes at his dramatics. “That hurt!”

“It wasn’t even that hard! My teeth barely caught on.” You cross your arms. He suddenly wraps one arm around your shoulder, hand bumping against the barely alive flamingo as he pushes you closer to him. “Don’t go soft now. I didn’t say I didn’t like it. But just be careful now,” He leans into your ear, lips grazing your skin as he whispers. “I like biting too. Sometimes hard enough to leave a mark,” 

You glare when he parts from you. “Is that a threat?” 

He tilts his head in thought. “A threat for a good time? Maybe,”

You would be lying if you said the trip didn’t change anything. Naeun has been relentless, asking you every time she sees you smiling if it’s because of Haechan.

“You never smile for any other reason,” She barely misses the pillow that’s flung in her direction.

But as you return back, you’re suddenly met with your responsibilities you had momentarily forgotten about, as deadlines creep up. You’re only either at your classes, the library, at work or at home. So you don’t get to see Haechan, but you do text, which gives Naeun reasons to tease you. It hurts you to say that she’s right about you smiling because of him, so instead you deflect and threaten to spill the beans on her crush on Jeno. That stopped her for two weeks, and that’s all the time you needed to focus on your studies.

As everyone’s assignments and exams come to an end, a flurry of parties and gatherings are held, and people are ready to let loose before dispersing once the holidays start. 

And so here you are, at the first party of the week, taking shots with Naeun as if they’re water. Usually, one of you would opt to be just a bit more coherent and sober than the other, just to make sure no one makes any mistakes they’ll regret later; but the exams were hard-hitting this semester, and what else do you talk about the day after these parties if not your fuck-ups?

It’s Sunwoo’s house that you’re raiding, and Naeun has somehow convinced the host to give them unlimited shots as compensation for when he made her talk about Haehcan’s prank.

“You really hold grudges don’t you?” He says as she pours you two another round, almost missing your cups with how much he’s also had himself. She giggles as he says this before her expression falls as he looks at him with a scowl. “Say that again and I’ll show you what a real grudge looks like,” 

The night continues to be rowdy, as go around dancing to the music that’s being blasted and you stumbling yourselves into a game of truth or drink, where you would drink even with questions you were okay with answering. You’re now plastered to a couch, unable to move as your body feels unnaturally heavy.

“You know,” Naeun hiccups. “I love you, like, so much. You fucking bitch.” She slurs, tapping her hand against the couch in an attempt to find your hand. She gives up after three taps, hiccuping once more. 

You nod against the back cushion of the couch. “I love you too, but,” You blink open your eyes, wanting to look at your best friend as you say this. “I just want you to know that you’re deserving of so much love.” You also try to move your hand to find hers, but you quickly realise that you can’t even find where your hand is.

So you keep going. “Soo much love. And the fact that you’re still single? Crime, jail immediately,” Naeun starts tearing up, because she gets emotional easily after three shots. “You’re so right, like, how long has it been since I’ve had my back blown?”

You shake your head, “Not even that, you deserve someone who’s into puppy play as much as you are. You know what?” Somehow finding some strength, you push yourself up and place your hands on her shoulders to steady yourself, wanting to gaze into her eyes as you say this. “You deserve Jeno and you should confess to him; he would be a psychotic maniac to not want to date someone as hot and as pretty as you are.” You miss catching the tears falling from her face, but you don’t need to do much, as her expression contorts from sadness to realisation.

“You’r—” She hiccups briefly. “So right. You’re so right. You know what? I’m gonna go and confess now,” Naeun’s willpower comes back in full force, as she suddenly stands up, posture straight like never before. You’re flung off of her as she does this, collapsing onto the couch, not yet having found the same energy she has mustered. 

You’re not sure if your cry of good luck reached your friend’s ears from where you’re squished against the couch, but you can’t bring yourself to care as grogginess starts to take over, your eyes barely staying open even in the rowdiness of the party.

You feel yourself fall asleep just a bit, but are brought back to the lights and music of the party when you feel a gentle tap against your forearm. Opening your eyes, you’re met with Haechan’s crouched form as he smiles fondly at you, eyes scanning your face.

“You okay?” He asks, and you give him your best smile and a thumbs up. 

“Never... Never better.” You reach out your hand, wanting to have some sort of contact with the boy in front of you. “Actually, I’m way better now that Haechan is here,” 

Haechan’s smile widens into a grin, as he sees you flailing your hand around his general direction. “Haechan is happy that he’s here. Come one, let’s get you to sit up.” He clasps your hand in his, before gently lifting you from your horizontal position. You lean towards him, wanting to bask in his presence more, but he hums at you, urging you to sit back. Your face makes contact with the back cushion of the couch once more, and you can’t help the pout that sports your face. With your ears no longer buffered, the loud noise from the party rushes back to you at full force.

“It’s so loud here,” You murmur, squeezing Haechan's hand, to which he responds with a gentle squeeze of his own “So loud, ‘s annoying. Everyone’s annoying, but you, and Naeun is wetting her dick right now,” You don’t even care if your words are coherent or not, and judging by Haechan’s warm gaze, it doesn’t seem like he cares either.

He cups one side of your face, covering your ear from the ruckus of the party while having you look at him. “You wanna go home, baby?” 

You struggle just a bit to find his gaze, but smile at him anyway, pressing a gentle kiss against the palm of his hand that’s cupping your face. “Baby...yeah, wanna go home.” He pulls his hand back at your agreement, pecking his lips at the same spot you kissed him, before helping you to your feet. "Alright then, let's get you out of here."

[SATURDAY; 2:46 AM]

haechan <3: hope youre okay

haechan <3: drink lots of water when you wake up

[SATURDAY; 11:03 AM]

you: i wanna hibernate my life away

haechan <3: aw dont do that

haechan <3: maybe try a panadol first?

you: i will now

you: thank you for last night 🤍my prince charming

haechan <3: yours? 

you: ..

you: anyways.

you: how can i repay u :( 

haechan <3: dont gotta repay me for anything

you: let me have this one 

haechan <3: if you insisttttt

haechan <3: come over to mine tmr

you: how would i be repaying u that way??

haechan <3: i get to see your pretty face

you: 😐

haechan <3: ik you’re kicking ur feet rn

you: stop stalking me omg

You shuffle on your feet as you wait for Haechan to come to the door, feeling a bit stiff as you stand in the hallway of the apartment he lives in. When you had used the excuse of not wanting to annoy his roommates by coming over, he had attempted to reassure you that you won’t need to worry, because they won’t be here. 

The keyword is attempted. You feel far from reassured that it’ll just be the two of you for the rest of the day, afraid that the freedom of being home alone with him would lead to your mind jumping to places you’re not sure about. 

As you fidget in the hallway, your mind races with a mix of excitement and nervousness. You've spent time with Haechan in various places, but this is the first time you'll be alone together, let alone in his apartment. The possibilities and implications of this newfound privacy make your heart race.

Finally, the door swings open, and Haechan stands there with a welcoming smile. He's dressed casually, the hem of his white t-shirt hanging just at the waist of his grey sweatpants. "Hey, come in." he greets, strolling aside to let you in. Stepping in, you can’t help but let your eyes wander around, curious about the space he lives in. You’re surprised to find it in a messy-clean state— there are no stains or food scattered around, but there are many things clustered upon one another, as if either Haechan or his two roommates, Renjun and Jeno, were too lazy to put them away or thought they might need it in the near future.

He sees you scanning his living space and starts scratching at his neck in embarrassment. “Ah, I thought we could just hang out in my room, that’s why I didn’t make an effort to clean here..” He points back towards his room, and you feel shame bubble in you when your mind wanders. Maybe he just didn’t want to mess with his friends’ belongings scattered in the living room. Or maybe he wanted you in his room and on his bed.

Before you can dwell too much on those thoughts, you offer a reassuring smile. "Don't worry, it's totally fine," you say, doing your best to sound nonchalant despite the butterflies in your stomach. "Your room sounds great." 

He smiles at you warmly, before gently reaching forward and holding your hand in his, pulling you towards his kitchen. He pops open a cupboard, and in you see an abundance of snacks. “Wanted you to pick anything you like,” He chuckles when he sees your amazed appearance. “We spend, like, seventy percent of our monthly grocery funds on these things,” He grabs a few snacks to his liking, urging you to pick your faves too. Afterwards, you shuffle behind him towards his room, which you can’t help but study again. A single candle emits a soft, warm glow on his desk, and a few pillows, seemingly borrowed from the couch, are arranged neatly on his bed. You can’t help but feel warm at the prospect that he had gone out of his way to clean his room like this for you.

Heading towards his bed, you place the snacks down at the bedside table, curiously glancing around at Haechan as he roams around, switching on the TV that’s mounted opposite his bed, sitting at the edge of his bed where his laptop sits, trying to connect his streaming service. “Is there anything you want to watch?”

You hum in thought, “I’m fine with anything.” You settle at the edge of his bed, feeling a bit unsure of where to sit. Once Haechan puts a movie on, he smiles at your awkward demeanour, fiddling with your fingers as you look at his bedsheets. He goes up to the headboard of his bed and pats the space next to him, signalling for you to join him. Smiling at his initiative, you take a seat next to him, getting more comfortable against the pillows when he wraps his arm behind your back, sinking back into the pillows. 

You truly did try your best; you looked at the subtitles and read them along with the voices of the actors on the screen, and tried to encapture the scenes and backgrounds, but you couldn’t, for the life of you, fully focus on the movie. Not with the warm contact that is spread at your back, your shoulders pressed against Haechan. It also doesn’t help that your eyes travel to the ripple of the fabric of his sweatpants when he readjusts himself to a more comfortable position, or that you envision his soft grunts of moving around as something else whispered deeper into your ear.

It doesn’t seem like you’re good at keeping your feelings at bay, though. Haechan playfully squeezes your side after noticing you lost in thought, your gaze lingering on the tantalizing glimpse of skin between his shirt and waistband. “Is the movie too boring?” Your eyes snap up to his face, now feeling a mix of shame and guilt for letting your mind travel elsewhere.

“No! It’s just…” You trail off as you try racking your brain for an excuse. “Sorry, was jus’ thinking.” You feel another squeeze at your side, and if you were standing at this very moment your knees would’ve given out on you. You find it unfair that he’s able to do all this and drive you up the wall so easily.

He hums at your words before his gaze goes back to the movie playing. You almost scoff at his indifference, but also go back to looking at the TV. Two can play that game.

But you fall short once more when you feel him squeeze your waist once more, this time with his finger sleeping under your shirt, his pinky in contact with your skin. You can feel your heart racing and your palms getting sweaty. You try to tame yourself, to appear calm and composed, but deep down you know you can't help it.

You let your hand drop casually on his thigh, turning yourself to lean more into his body, trying to gauge his reaction. But he remains unfazed, expression unchanged as he merely adjusts himself slightly to accommodate for your new position. You decide to take it a step further, subtly squeezing your body against his, making sure to somehow slot your boobs against him, wanting him to feel more of you.

This guy's got a thick skin, you think, his demeanour as unyielding as ever. He doesn't show that your touch gets to him as he looks at you shifting closer to him. But if you look closely, there's a little twinkle in his eyes, a quick hint that suggests you're getting to him. 

"Can I hug you?" he asks, his voice a mix of curiosity and anticipation. He chuckles, clearly amused by your eagerness as you nod your head, and wraps both of his arms around your waist. You take this opportunity to finally feel more of him, and give him something to be distracted with. You straddle his thigh, accepting his embrace as you slot your head at his collarbone.

His hands stiffen at your back, no doubt from feeling the heat of your body against his so suddenly, but he doesn’t let anything else on, as he starts to stroke your lower back, now cooing at you. “What’s got your pretty head all occupied, hmm?”

You hate how easily he’s able to pin this on you, his hands against you and his words whispered in your ear making you feel hot all over. Another soft squeeze of his fingers at your side reminds you of his question, and you feel shame climb up your spine before you’ve even uttered your answer.

“You,” pulling back from him, you look directly at him when you say this, voice almost breathless. You feel his thigh against your core covered by your shorts, and you hope the light press of your heat against him goes unnoticed. “My heads full of you, has been. Thought about you, about this,” The drive of your hips against his leg is now done with purpose, as you feel him stiffen at your boldness, almost making you whimper when you rut down. “Can’t stop thinking about you,”

He lets out a soft sigh when you ground your hips against him again, brows furrowed as he looks at your desperate state. You see a blush spread across his cheeks and creep up his neck, while he tilts his head back slightly, breathing in deeply as if to find composure within himself. He’s both flustered at your sudden ramblings about him, all while feeling a swell in his chest that he’s the cause of your current desperate state. His hands now find claim at your waist, neither pushing you down on him stronger nor pulling you away, simply gripping you as if in need of something to ground him. His eyes are wispy when they look up at you, mouth parted open as he takes a shuddering breath in. “What did you think about?”

What didn’t you think about? His touch on you drives you further, urging you to feel more. You shift your knees to meet at his hips, as you settle yourself down at his groin. “Thought about kissing you,” Your hands splay themselves at his chest, your pupils no doubt dilated the way your gaze settles on his plump lips. He bites on them, no doubt teasing you for something so close yet so far from where you want it; on your lips, both the top and bottom ones. 

When you lean in to embrace his lips with yours, his head swivels around as his lips land on your cheek, gaze casts down as his fingers hover over your stomach, before descending down to your clothed core, your loose shorts giving him easy access. His breath fans hot against your face when he swipes his fingers ever so lightly against you, nail catching on your clit through the fabric of your panties. A soft, pathetic sound leaves your lips, as you feel your hole clench on nothing with the brief contact that he’s had with you.

You go to grind yourself down against his fingers, wanting to feel more of him everywhere, but his hands travel to your hips, grip strong as he stops you from pressing against him. He tuts at you, hooded eyes travelling up your body, catching on your chest, where you pant lightly, breasts going up and down. When he finally lets his eyes go past your boobs, his grip turns harsh as he presses you back when you try to ground yourself against him once more.

“My pretty girl,” His tone is sweet, but you can’t help but feel like he’s mocking you. “I asked you a question,” When he sees your faraway gaze, he chuckles against you before leaning in, letting his lips graze against your collarbone now exposed by him pulling your collar aside for access, nipping at your skin before soothing it with a swipe of his tongue. You scramble through your brain as you try to remember the question he asked, too occupied with his fingernails digging into you. 

As if he can sense what's running through your mind, he refreshes your memory.

“What,” another playful bite lands, harder this time at the junction between your neck and shoulder. “Did you think about, baby?” 

Gathering your thoughts, you now realise that he won’t be giving you what you need unless you tell him. You feel your stomach burn low as you recall the moments you’ve let your mind wander.

“Thought about your fingers,” You start, looking earnestly at him as if to convince him of your burning need. “Your fingers in me, fucking into me.” You pant when his hand drops the grip it had on your waist, his digits swiping at your core through your panties. When he presses the pads of his fingers against you, he curses lightly under his breath at how wet you already are. Using his other hand to tuck the seat of your underwear aside, his fingers meet your bare pussy, swiping up and down against your folds, spreading your slick around. 

“Fuck,” You sigh when he slowly presses his middle finger in, going till his knuckle meets your skin before pulling back out, his eyes seeking your face, wanting to see the pleasure in your expression. You squeak in surprise when he pushes another finger straight after, before building a slow rhythm against you. “Keep going pretty,” He sighs, his gaze captivated by your face. His hand that’s tucked against your underwear goes to your folds, thumb pushing against your clit in encouragement.

“Also,” You gulp down a breath of air. “Also thought of going down on my knees for you,”

“Fuck,” Haechan’s head falls back as you say this, his fingers quickening in speed. “Yeah? What else?” You whimper at his new pace and at his onslaught of touches against your sensitive clit, body clenching up when he taps at your bud quickly.

“Ab-about…about you fucking me,” You squeeze your body closer to him. “Fucking me until I can’t think,” You don’t realise that you’re moving now, grinding up and down against his fingers that are fucking into you.

Haechan groans at your words and actions, eyes squeezing shut as you start to chase your own pleasure. “That’s it baby, fuck. Wanted me to fuck my pretty girl dumb?” He hums against your cheek, placing a sweet peck against your skin, a stark contrast between his words and his grip on you.

You try to gather your wits, but Haechan lets his other hand wander up your body, shoving your shirt and bra away in favour of freeing your boobs. You moan when he pinches your nipple, your body shuddering at the different stimulations.

“Didn’t know my baby was so dirty,” He chuckles at your reaction, scratching his nail against your nipple before rolling it between his fingers. “When did you get like this?”

“In the car,” Your confession slows his movements, but you’re too busy chasing your high to realise. “On the drive when you were next to me. Your scent was jus’.. Everywhere.” Your hands clasp on his shoulder for support, thighs aching as you grind your core against his hand. “Wanted you to take me right there,” 

You just miss the sharp intake of breath he takes, eyes going unfocused at your desperate form trying to find some sort of release, getting off only with his two fingers in you.

“Fuck,” He moans breathily, eyebrows furrowing. “Shit— so fucking dirty, thinking of wanting to take me where anyone can hear, can look.” He keeps his fingers still for longer, wanting to see how far you’d go to chase your own high, slick sounds tightening the knot in his stomach.

His eyes look mesmerised as he watches your every move, even when you move yourself up and off of his fingers. You start shaking your head, clawing at his clothes. “Can’t,” You groan, “Can’t finish like this.. Need you, so bad.”

Haechan moans at your desperate hands before copying your movements, shoving your shorts and underwear away before letting you do the same. His cock bobs against his stomach once you pull it out of its confines, and you feel drool gather at your mouth at the sight, tip adorned in a pretty shade of red and glistening with precum, leaving a spot of wetness against his skin, exposed by you pushing his shirt up, wanting to see more of him.

Once all your clothes are off and discarded, you don’t hesitate to reach forward and kiss him, lips parting against each other as you press your bodies together. Your hand travels to his chest, nail catching on his nipple as you let your fingers descend down, the scratch on his sensitive skin making his body jolt, hips bucking forward as a whine falls from his lips.

Your hand clasps his dick in your hold, separating from the kiss to look down as you pump him a few times. He moans against your cheek as his eyes fall shut, not being able to look at you pumping him for long, scared he’ll finish right then and there.

“Pretty doll,” He pants. “Love —fuck, love having you against me,” At the pet name, you can’t help but keen, wanting to hear more of his praises. Planting one more kiss against his plush lips, you let your mouth travel down against his figure, only stopping when you’re right at his groin. You arch your back for better leverage, before guiding the tip to your awaiting mouth. You press your tongue against him, kitten licking around the head as you gather his precum, before pressing an open mouth kiss.

“Fuck,” He hisses when you let his tip go past your lips. “So good, such a good girl for me,” You keen at his words, humming around his cock before going further down, wanting to take more of him. When your tongue swipes at the underside of his head, you feel his thighs tense around you, hip stuttering a bit from wanting to fuck against the tight heat of your mouth. Haechan tilts his head down as he squeezes open his eyes, wanting to see you take him in.

You don’t get to test your limit on his dick before you feel a hand settle at your cheek, pulling you up and off of him. He leans down, meeting you halfway to kiss you, tasting a bit of himself when your tongues swipe against each other.

“Couldn’t,” he pants when you pull away from each other, hands gripping your waist as he manoeuvres you to lay flat against the bed. “Wanted to fuck you, couldn’t handle not being in you any longer.”

You smile at his desperation, letting yourself be handled into the position he wants you in. His cock shines with a mix of your spit and his precum, tip sensitive and red as he grips at his base, giving it a few pumps before tapping it against you. You whimper when his head meets your clit, finally feeling the pressure again where you want it the most. Haechan can feel his composure slowly slipping away, the control he’s had before withering as he sees you laid before him, chest heaving up and down and you wait for his next move. So pliant and so ready, all for him.

He says just as much, as he leans over you, placing a hand near your head while the other repeatedly taps his dick against your folds. “Look so perfect, so needy. All for me, right?”

“Yours,” You drape your hands over his shoulders, wanting to feel him all over you. “All yours,”

“Yeah?” His voice is soft as he says this, eyes lilting up from your pussy hugging his cock, as he slides over your folds, gathering your wetness onto himself. “All mine.” 

His eyes are now caught between your bodies, mesmerised by the way his dick looks between your folds. Straightening his back, you see him get hypnotised by the slide of your bodies together, keening into you further when you moan and writhe against him as his swollen tip brushes over your clit.

“Good for me,” he lets his hand slide down your body, gripping up and down your thigh before he grips himself at the base. Without another word, he slowly pushes himself into you, drowning in your moans as he bottoms out. You feel your walls clench tightly, sucking him in as you arch your body into him.

You curse when his pelvis stills at your hips, but he doesn’t move, staying fixed against you before dipping his head down, and landing a kiss on your lips. This time, his lips move with less fervour and more passion against you, suddenly slowing down the rush you feel buzzing in the air between you.

“Haechan, please,” You pant when he separates from you, hugging your legs around his waist and pushing your bodies together in lieu of wanting more. “Please move, want more,”

You don’t miss the shiver the throb of his cock inside you when you clench again, wanting to encourage him to do something. He presses a sweet kiss against your lips once more, and another against your cheek before pulling back; enough to be able to travel his gaze all over your face, taking in your dilated pupils and glistening lips. 

His eyes locked onto yours with a sincerity that sent shivers down your spine. "I like you," Haechan confesses, breath warm against your skin. "I want us to be more than just this; than just this moment." 

You’re taken aback by the sudden confession, yet you feel your body warm for reasons other than the heat that’s between your legs. 

"I don't want this to end either." Your voice is barely above a whisper, but Haechan’s relieved smile lets you know that he’s heard you nevertheless. Diving down, he kisses you hard, teeth lightly clacking against one another as the both of you smile into each others’ mouths. He moves back a bit, before thrusting in and filling you once more, letting you feel him fully to the hilt over and over again. He moans low against your lips, and you feel your thighs shake around his waist, feeling overwhelmed by his touch and sounds.

“Can I,” He pants as he picks up the speed, his hand going to your leg before pulling it up to press flush against your chest. “Can I be yours?”

“Yes,” You whine. “Be mine, all mine.” You clench around his cock again, making him groan out against you. “Fuck, Haechan. I’m all yours. Please,” You aren’t sure what you’re begging for at this point, but it seems like Haechan is just a step ahead, knowing what you want before you can want it.

Pressing your legs against your chest, he goes to drive himself right flush against you, pressing you into a mating press. “S-shit—”

“Oh my god,” You sob as you feel him deep inside. “S’ deep,”

“You’re so pretty,” His eyes cast down between your linked bodies as he says this. “So pretty and hot, taking me so well.” He moves to clasp your leg over his shoulder, stretching you open for him, the pain in your body is nothing in comparison to the pleasure he delivers with each plough of his dick into you. “Can’t believe you wanted me to do this to you in front of everyone,”

“God—” Haechan’s words combined with the join of his finger against your clit send you into a fury, body clenching as your back arches off the bed. “Gonna—”

”Fuck you with my fingers where everyone can see,” His fingers tap incessantly against your bundle of nerves, hissing as you grip his bicep. “Would you let everyone hear you come? Show everyone who can make you feel this good,” He’s now mumbling to himself, hips snapping with a whimper falling from his lips when he feels your walls tighten against him. “Look at you, all fucked out and pretty. Who else makes you feel this good?”

“You,” you gasp, now panting, body wanting to writhe away from the overwhelming amount of feelings you’re filled with. “Only you can make me feel this good Haechan, fuck—”

“Are you close?” He hums, and a groan slips out from his lips at the nod of your head, watching the way you bounce on his cock, tits bouncing up and down from each drive of his hips. “You’ve been so good, let go, baby,” He leans in to plant a kiss on your lips and cheek, and with a few more targeted taps against your clit and a steady thrust of his hips, you feel hot white course through your body as you reach your peak. He peppers kisses down your face and into your neck, hips slowing down as he burrows his head in your neck, allowing you time to come down from your high.

As he goes to pull out and move away, you channel all your force to keep your legs locked behind his back, keeping him in place inside of you. “Inside,” Your voice is hoarse from feeling fucked out. “Come inside me, please Hyuckie,” 

It seemed that your words were all he needed to push him over the edge, as his hips stutter once, twice, before you feel the twitch of his cock inside of you and spurts of cum fill your cunt. His whimper muffles against your neck, bodies running hot as sweat gathers on your skin. 

“You good?” His voice is soft when he says this, hand coming to caress your hair and cheek, a stark contrast against teh harsh plough of his hips earlier. You smile dazedly as you lean against his palm, nodding and kissing his hand, which he pulls back gently and places a kiss at the exact spot your lips landed, before coming to kiss you directly. 

“Bear with me,” He mumbles when he pushes himself up straight, and you wince when he slowly pulls himself out of you. You can feel the slow gush of his cum seeping outside of your hole, and Haechan’s eyes looked mesmerised once more as he looks at your cunt. Almost as if by reflex, his fingers reach out to your sensitive core, gathering the messy mix of your fluids before plunging his fingers back into you, plugging your pussy back full with his cum.

You whine loudly at the overstimulation, spent body twitching as you let Haechan do what he wants. “S-sorry,” He still seems dazed as he says this, eyes unable to stray away from your pulsing pussy. “Couldn’t help it…” He pulls out his fingers, spreading them and looking at the wet mixture of your sticky release.

“Haechan…” His eyes widen when you mumble his name, but soften when you reach out your hands weakly, gesturing him in for an embrace. “C’mere,”

Like a teddy bear, he cuddles into you without hesitation, body curving into you as he gently moves both of you around to lay comfortably. He kisses the crown of your head, cheek smushing against your forehead as he tries to get as close to you as possible. “Was that good?”

You hum. “Everything I wanted and more, you were so good to me.” Although you know he tried to hide it, you still feel the giddiness course through him, his skin now growing warm against you at your praise.

You can slowly feel the exhaustion catch up, the task of keeping your eyelids peeled open getting more difficult as time passes by. 

“Thank you, Channie,” You mumble tiredly, feeling his skin rumble beneath you as he hums. 

“Anything for my baby,” And before you know it, you slowly fall asleep.

It didn’t take long for people to realise the two of you are together, and it wasn’t even Naeun’s fault this time.

The one who makes it known to the whole campus that you’re together is Haechan, and you would be flattered that he can’t help but mention you every second sentence, always finding a way to say the phrase ‘my girlfriend’ in any given context, but you also can’t help but be embarrassed about the fact that he’s parading you around like this.

So, everyone knows you’re together. But they also know the water bucket prank, and how you both now know who it actually was. 

Being the partner of the campus prankster and class clown means that everyone knows about the incident of you getting soaked right before your mandatory class. But when you had thought that it was Haechan to blame, the car ride back from the village had raised your suspicions of Minseok, when he had tried to convince you that it was, in fact, Haechan who pulled it; his source being.. gut feeling?

Jihoon had also confessed a week after the camping trip about how Minseok had drunkenly confessed to wanting to prank the prankster, setting up the water bucket thinking Haechan was to attend that class. Unfortunately, his plan fell through when you walked in instead. 

You would’ve accepted Minseok’s apology for dunking the water on you, even if he didn’t intend to do that to you; but that’s the problem. He didn’t apologise and even tried to deny the fact that he had planned on doing that when you had brought it up to him. He had avoided both you and Haechan, which was such a petty thing to do. With the grudge you’ve been holding against Haechan when you thought he was the original pranker, you’re unable to tone it down with Minseok this time around. You don’t want to start with the fact that it was a simple, water bucket again. 

So it goes without further saying that the party that’s being hosted by Sunwoo again is not one without purpose. Haechan had always had something up his sleeve when something like this happened (which, taking into account his reputation, this wouldn’t be his first rodeo). But unfortunately (but fortunate for one), you’re nowhere to be seen yet.

Minseok is bouncing his leg as he sits on the couch, hand gripping his cup which was been empty for more than twenty minutes, too nervous to move off of the couch and get himself more in case anything happens to him. When people come up to him, offering him a dance or a shot, he shakes his head no vehemently, not wanting to take the chance.

When Naeun drops down next to him on the couch, drink swiping around in his cup, his eyes widen in fright as his heart starts beating erratically. The girl giggles at his cautiousness, going to smack at his shoulder, which he effectively avoids just in case that was part of an act.

“It’s so funny—” Naeun’s giggle gets cut off by a hiccup. “Because, you’re so scared now. Did you plan on gluing yourself to the couch or is that what they pulled on you?” On her claim, Minseok’s bouncing leg immediately ceases any movement, as his body suddenly goes stiff, now looking at the girl beside him incredulously. 

Naeun shrieks in the middle of her laughter at his expression, as Minseok suddenly shoots up from his sitting position, looking at the couch he was just perched on while his hands grasp at his ass, checking for any damage. Naeun almost falls to the floor with how hard she’s laughing now, heaving at Minseok’s expense.

“Not funny,” Minseok frowns at her toppled figure, now warily scanning around the place once more, feeling vulnerable now that he’s standing.

Naeun rubs at the corner of her eyes, careful not to smudge her makeup. “They’re not here tonight if that helps.” It took the wary man a few seconds to realise who she was talking about. “Haechan had a last-minute shift to cover or something early tomorrow morning, and so they both decided to skip out on this party.” She chuckles against her cup, taking a sip as she lets her eyes scan Minseok’s quivered stance. “So you can relax. For now. I'm gonna go find the love of my life.. I mean Jeno,”  

The gleam in her eyes grows as she stands when Minseok scans around the party once more, before heading to the kitchen, deciding that he finally needs another drink.

Walking next to Haechan, you shush him when he suddenly starts talking loudly, animated expressions making you laugh while you shove at his shoulder with your own. You walk down the campus hallways, making your way towards the broadcast club room for today's meeting, with Haechan insisting on dropping you off.

When you’re shoving Haechan away from poking at you, nearing the door of the meeting room, your attention catches on to another person lingering in the stark empty hallway. When you look to you’re side, you’re met with Minseok, his expression shocked still as he, too, heads towards the room.

“Oh,” You’re a bit breathless from trying to avoid all of your boyfriend's onslaught attacks. “Hey Minseok,”

“W-what..” He starts, before clearing his throat, not wanting to come off as weak or scared. “What are you guys doing?”

Haechan’s arm is slung around your shoulder, squeezing you to his side. “Just dropping her off at the broadcast room.” Oh, of course. The same reason why he’s also situated in the hallway. 

“Go on, Seok.” You motion towards the door, encouraging him to go ahead first. “I’ll say bye to Haechan and I’ll come i—”

“No!” Minseok exclaims with his hands stretched out, shaking them vehemently before dropping them down after realising how dramatic his actions were. “Uh, it’s okay. I’ll wait, and we can all go in together." He hopes his expression comes off as kind, but from the look on both of your faces, it seems to be more similar to a grimace than anything.

“Actually,” Haechan starts, wanting to get rid of the awkwardness swirling. “I’ll come in too. Jihoon needed my help with a sound system.” Even with Minseok closer to the door, it doesn’t seem like the boy is gonna make an effort to go in; not unless you two do, and prove to him that nothing is waiting for him on the other side.

“Well, okay..” You glance at your boyfriend with a questioning look, to which Haechan merely shrugs at you, his mouth turned downward. Stalking towards the door, you open it slowly stepping in while holding it open for the two men to get in. Minseok is still vigilant, looking at all corners of the open door for anything out of place, famously a bucket of something, maybe.

But when you head in and look back at him expectantly, he stalks in eventually, embarrassed at seeming so cautious about —seemingly— nothing in particular.

A chorus of greetings is shared, with you and Haechan waving hi to everyone and heading towards your friends, sitting down and starting conversation. Minseok doesn’t let up, getting a thorough look at the room he’s frequented a lot, scanning for any misplacements or outliers. He squats down to take a look below the table and cranes his neck to take a good look at the ceiling. He’s the last to realise the room going silent, as everyone looks at him expectantly, casting glances at each other at his odd behaviour.

It’s Sohee who breaks his quest. “Are you gonna take a seat or not?” At that, Minseok startles, before realising that everyone’s attention is caught on him. His cheeks warm up as he goes to his seat, tucking himself against the table before muttering a meek apology. 

As the meeting commences, Minseok can’t help but look around the room restlessly, feeling on edge even when everyone sends him weird glances when he bounces his leg endlessly or takes a look to his left and right periodically. 

But the meeting ends, and nothing out of the ordinary happens. Everyone gets out of their seats, and you head towards Haechan and Jihoon, who are huddled in a corner next to the stereo, fiddling around with it as they finish up their work. Minseok suddenly feels ashamed for suspecting the two of you; just because he was menacing enough to pull something doesn’t mean you would do the same. Packing his things from the table, he goes to stand up and heads towards you, repeating in his head how to apologise to you two. But even with a hand braced against the table to steady him, he couldn’t get to his feet.

“What—” He tries to stand up once more, both hands now braced against the chairs’ handles, but to no avail. The chair topples ever so slightly as he exerts all his force, and it's as if he’s glued to the chair.

“You—!” When you turn to look at him, you topple over with laughter, your hand finding Haechan’s shoulder to shake, wanting to bring his attention towards Minseok who’s struggling against the chair. Haechan grins, coming to a stand next to you and looking at the boy. Everyone else giggles along at the carried-out prank, slowly filling out the room but not before taking a quick picture and video. 

“Oh no, are you okay Minseok?” Jihoon’s fake worry makes shame bubble in said person's stomach. “It seems like you’re stuck,” 

Coming up to him, you place a pair of pants on the table near him, giving him a sweet smile. “I don’t think you’ll be able to come out in one piece, so here’s some emergency supply.” You give him a pat against his shoulder, before Haechan softly grabs your hand, bringing you towards the door before giving Minseok a wave goodbye.

thank you loads for reading till the end!! I'm sorry if there are any mistakes, its late rn and I'm not bothered to really go through it thoroughly once more. also, will I ever learn how to pace my fics after the two characters get together????? guess we wont ever know

if you liked this, please don't hesitate to let me know!

#nct dream fluff #haechan x reader #haechan fluff #haechan smut #nct haechan smut #haechan scenarios #nct smut #nct fluff #nct scenarios #nct dream smut #7dreamnet

[vex91]

Dreamcatcher Masterlist

(f) - fluff, (a) - angst, (af) - angst + fluff (s) - smut

Kim Minji:

- I promise (af)

Kim Bora:

Nothing yet...

Lee Siyeon:

Nothing yet...

Handong:

Nothing yet...

Kim Yoohyeon:

- Never (af)

Lee Yubin:

Nothing yet...

Lee Gahyeon:

Nothing yet...

OT7:

- Always there (af)

- Our turn (f)

#dreamcatcher x reader #kim minji x reader #kim bora x reader #lee siyeon x reader #handong x reader #kim yoohyeon x reader #lee yubin x reader #lee gahyeon x reader

[let-them-read-fics]

Black Magic

Pairing: Witch!Yoohyeon x Fem!Witch!Reader

AU: Wizard / Magical

Warnings / Misc. -- Fluff, Mild Angst, Use of Potions, Smut

Word Count: ~ 9,921

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

A/N: Happy October, everyone! I’m back again with another writing. I hope you enjoy it :) Take care of yourselves, you lovely people.

P.S. ~ It gets better as it goes on.

💖 Happy Reading 🌹

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The day was dreary. A melancholic sort of fog had come to settle over the academy’s grounds, tinting everything with a grey hue that inspired nothing but lethargy. Rain clouds loomed overhead, holding within their dark wisps the promise of a stormy evening.

Just the same as the students were miserable and affected by it all, so too were the faculty. That shared trait meant the day would be a lazy one, given that no one had it in themselves to offer much more than the bare minimum. Work would still be assigned, of course, and deadlines were still in place, but the insipidity of the outside world had already seeped in and begun to take over. 

With everyone at its mercy, they did their best to just push through it. 

And you, sipping on your third energy potion of the day and hiding away in the back of the library, were making some progress on that mission. 

A hefty textbook laid open beside your notebook on the table in front of you, full of sketches and drawings to accompany the paragraphs of mind-numbing information in between. It was for your anatomy class, and you were studying for the exam you had coming up next week. 

To the left of you, windows arched high into the air, soaring until they reached the roof. A mural sprawled its way across the ceiling, picking up where the windows left off and stretching to the other sides of the room. It depicted a beautiful night sky, full of lone stars, constellations, and other celestial bodies. Paired with the wooden interior of the room – a rich brown that exuded pristine excellence – it looked wonderful.  

Only once you came to that conclusion did you realize that your eyes had drifted away from your book again. 

You rubbed them, hoping to ease the ache they felt and gear yourself up for another hour or two of study. The words in front of you had begun to blur together, though, and you knew you needed to take a break if you hoped to actually retain any information at all. 

The chair beneath you made a hushed squeak as you stood up and pushed it in. You didn’t bother to pack your things up before leaving; you were coming back soon, after all, and it was incredibly unlikely that anyone would want to steal any of it. If the worn pages and poorly done annotations enticed them that much, then more power to them. 

Endless shelves stood tall as you wound your way around them on your journey to the hall outside. The sea of books that resided on all of them, meticulously organized and not a hair out of place, painted the air of the room with a richness unlike anything else. The ink, the aged pages – it all intermingled, blending their every story into an amalgamated masterpiece. It was comforting, in a lot of ways, but a little overwhelming, too. 

The sheer amount of history that these four walls held was enough to make your head spin if you thought about it long enough. 

The library's glass doors swung open easily as you pushed them, revealing an unusually calm main hall. Activity was sparse, with merely a handful of students walking to class or digging through their lockers. A few pockets of people glanced your way upon hearing the door, but they went back to minding their own business a few seconds later. 

Along the walls, mounted torches burned brightly. Just like in the library, multiple arching windows gave a wide view of the academy’s grounds. Together, the two sources offered plenty of light to the hall. It still attempted to brood, though, with its dark corners and shady sections that vied to be different. 

As you passed by a set of lockers, a new poster caught your eye.

Fall Formal served as its title, big and bold at the top of the page. Below it were the specifics, like where it was being held and how much tickets were. Ophelia Square and thirty dollars, respectively. 

You simply shook your head at it and continued on. Brighton Academy had never once in its many years of existence pulled off a dance worth going to – formal or otherwise. And it was a pity, too, because the aesthetic and facilities were all there at its disposal. 

Could you have put any faith in it, you might have even considered going. 

But you learned your lesson long ago, during your first year here. Now it was your third; you were practically a natural at seeing through the many façades that the school tried to put up. 

At Brighton, a healthy dose of reality never hurt, anyways. Being surrounded by magic and other unthinkable things on the daily could cause people to get a little… out of touch, after all.

Clearly you valued your wit and cynicism more than most. 

For the most part, though, it seemed rather harmless. Perhaps you were judging too hard. Maybe this would be the year that they finally turned things around. 

“Yubin, I can’t do that!”

Suddenly, a hushed voice grabbed your attention. 

You stopped and looked behind yourself, doing a little spin as you searched for its source. When you spotted an empty classroom with its door slightly ajar and soft lamplight peeking out into the hall, you knew you had found it. Curiously, you moved a little closer to investigate. 

A reply came, unintelligible and masked by the static of a phone. 

“That’s wrong on so many levels.” The first voice returned, pleading for the person on the other end to have some sense. It was feminine, and sounded incredibly familiar…

“Yah, pabo–”

Holy shit. It was Kim Yoohyeon. Resident keeper of your heart. 

You pressed yourself against the rough surface of the wall in hopes of remaining unseen. Movement came from inside; pacing, from what you could make of it. Her footsteps were light but full of restrained tension. 

She twirled her wand in her hand, turning it over and absentmindedly fidgeting with its textured surface as she listened to Yubin. When she crossed between two of the lab tables in the room, you noticed her adamantly shaking her head. 

“Of course I like her, but I can’t take advantage like that. Did Mrs. Perlow teach you nothing in potions?! That’s more than dangerous.”

Yubin continued with her point, knowing she was capable of selling it if Yoohyeon would give her the opportunity. She was merely trying to convince her to practice a spell of enchantment… which she could then use on the person she’d been admiring from afar since the start of the year. Yubin was tired of seeing her best friend so lovesick – especially when, technically, something could be done to remedy the situation. 

“Fine. I’ll practice it, but only because I want to make sure I remember the spell. I’m not going to use it on her.”

Yubin sighed victoriously in their shared dorm across campus, raising a triumphant fist into the air. 

They shared a word of goodbye before Yoohyeon hung up and made a noise of annoyance at her phone in retaliation. 

You couldn’t help but smile.

“I can’t believe I’m really going to do this,” she muttered to herself, turning around. 

You ducked further behind the wall at the last possible second before being spotted. That was close.

When she began to cast the spell, her voice was as soft and sweet as ever. Unlike some of the other students, she didn’t need to be loud for her spells to work; her power went deeper than that. Truly, she was one of the academy’s most talented witches. A twitch of her finger could conjure a flame larger than even some of your professors’. The stomp of her foot could disarm other wizards within a ten foot radius. One glance from her could send people to their knees. 

From the moment she had arrived on campus at the start of the year, so charming and bubbly, she'd had you enraptured.

She was a force to be reckoned with in every sense of the phrase, and you couldn’t deny your excitement at being so close to such a skilled woman. 

You held your breath when she circled her wand into the air, pointing it towards the ceiling and subtly twisting it about. Her movements were simple yet graceful, and full of a practiced ease that she’d spent years of her life perfecting. 

A red and purple stream of haze began to form around her wand, circling on its way upwards like billowing smoke. It shimmered in the light of the room, almost like glitter. It was one of the most beautiful things you’d ever seen.

It made sense to you then why she was so reluctant to practice the spell; in just a matter of seconds, you were already being lured in by the simple sight of it. 

That could only mean that it was incredibly potent.

She repeated the incantation like a mantra, invoking more and more power by the second. 

You blinked a few times and looked away, snapping yourself out of your daze. 

As you straightened your posture some and attempted to regain the rest of your senses, a loud shout echoed from somewhere further down the hallway. The noise grew louder as more voices joined in, creating a thundering murmur of excitement. Footsteps were added to the mix; it sounded like a stampede of people were coming your way. 

That, you quickly learned, was the understatement of the century.

As you peered down the hall, members of the academy’s rugby team rounded the corner with an entire crew of supporters in tow. They whooped and cheered for them, celebrating what you could only assume was a recent success. Their mussed uniforms and sweaty appearances supported that theory, too. 

One of them – a second year student that you’d recently tutored – raised his head and locked eyes with you. A smile grew on his lips, and he cupped his hands on either side of his mouth as he shouted your name. You panicked and shook your head at him, frantically waving your hands to get him to stop.

But he didn’t. His calling drew the attention of some of the other people around him, leaving you with only one chance of escape.

Before more of them could notice you, you quickly darted inside the classroom with Yoohyeon and shut the door behind yourself. Your back pressed against the surface of it, and you sent out a silent prayer for them to stay away. 

But your unexpected intrusion came with consequences that you never saw coming. 

Ever the scaredy cat that she is, Yoohyeon was caught off guard by the suddenness of it all. She spun around to face you with a poorly muffled scream of terror; in the process, her jarred movement inadvertently cast her spell.

Just like in the movies, time seemed to slow down.

It shot across the room in a flash of red and hit you in the center of your chest, stealing away every bit of breath you had left in your body. 

As you helplessly gasped for air and fell to your knees, her eyes went wide. Panic set in immediately as she pocketed her wand and ran to you, letting out a slew of apologies. 

She crouched down beside you and took your face in her hands, raising your head so that she could assess you. 

With a brush of her thumb across your lips, she cast a recovery spell that allowed you to finally inhale a deep breath.

Warmth spread throughout your entire body, radiating from where you were hit. 

"Y/N?!" 

The poor girl was terrified that she might’ve killed you. When she lost control of the spell, it was no longer a simple one of enchantment. It became unstable before it hit you, shifting into something else entirely. There was no telling how powerful it was at the time of impact, or even what exactly it was. 

You put a hand on her forearm and sat up, leaning your back against the wall as you recovered. 

She kept your face cradled as your breathing began to return to normal, and she moved to sit cross-legged in front of you.

"Are you okay?" 

A shiver ran through your body at the sound of her voice. When her sentence stopped, it subsided. 

What the hell?

"I… I'm not sure." 

She shook her head and dropped her hands, absentmindedly allowing them to fall to your thighs. 

"I'm so sorry," she uttered regretfully. "I never meant for this to happen." 

The hair on the back of your neck stood up, keenly aware of the softness and sincerity in her tone. Her hands on you, attempting to provide comfort, felt better than they should have. The only thing that stood between her fingertips and your overly-sensitive skin was the material of your pants.

"It's okay," you soothed, though you were trying to convince yourself just as much as you were her. "I know you didn't." 

When her eyes met yours for a fleeting second, your heart fluttered. 

As she attempted to gauge your status, she couldn't help but notice the flush of your cheeks and the way you squirmed under her touch. When her fingers edged up your thigh the slightest bit, she could feel your body trembling.

"I should take you to the infirmary." 

You blushed at the idea of people seeing you like this. 

"That's not necessary; I'm fine."

She quirked a brow and leaned in a little closer. Her floral perfume washed over you, overriding your senses. "Are you sure? You don't seem like it." 

You simply nodded, not trusting yourself to speak in that moment. Her proximity was making your head fuzzy.

"Y/N, don't lie to me…" she warned, voice stern and a little deeper than before. 

You swallowed nervously, feeling as though she could see right through you. Your heart was racing faster than before, and the room was about ten hundred degrees too hot for your liking. Surely you looked a mess. 

"I'm–"

"Look at me," she interrupted, hooking two fingers beneath your chin to lift your head up. 

Her touch was electric.

Something changed as she peered into your eyes. Her rampant concern shifted – slowly, at first – as realization began to dawn on her. Your behavior was beginning to make sense now. 

Though you tried your hardest, you couldn’t pry your gaze away from her lips. They shined in what measly amount of daylight the window permitted to enter, looking so kissable you almost couldn’t stand it. Your hands were at your sides, grasping the material of your pants in an attempt to stay busy. 

It took every ounce of self control you possessed to keep from pouncing on her. 

Some indescribable desire was overtaking you, leaving you bewitched in a miserable way. It coursed through your body like the very blood in your veins and clouded your mind. All you could think about was Yoohyeon.

Whatever you were fighting was carnal.

Tense silence befell the room – tangible, yet as fragile as glass – as she unconsciously glanced down at your mouth. Curiosity burned in her, too, unbeknownst to you. She shifted a little closer without even trying. 

Your impulsive mind was begging you to take that as a sign and give in, but you fought it. Surely you were just imagining things. 

“What does it feel like?” She asked softly, breaking the quiet. She was still studying you intently. 

“I can’t explain it with words.”

You noticed the subtle way she bit the inside of her cheek when her gaze dropped down again. It filled you with foolish hope. 

“Is there another way? I want to know how to fix this, Y/N.”

Why did she have to be so kind? It would have been better for her to just leave you and let the spell run its course. 

“There… might be,” you answered hesitantly, avoiding eye contact. Having her attention like this made you feel small.

“Show me. Please.” A slight undertone of desperation was present in her voice, but it was obvious that she was trying to hide it. 

You were taken aback by that fact, and it showed when you looked at her again.

You raised a hand to her cheek and cupped it, smiling a little despite yourself when she leaned into it. Your heart pounded like never before. You were beyond nervous in every way possible, but you knew you could only fight your desire for so long; it was taxing. 

Especially when she was looking at you like that.

“Don’t hate me,” you mumbled apologetically.

Before she could utter a response, you were leaning forward and capturing her lips in a kiss. 

For a brief second, she tensed up. Her breath caught in her throat, and she made a little noise of surprise. But once you pressed your body closer to hers and ran the pad of your thumb across her cheek, she relaxed into you. 

Her lips were soft against yours, and the gloss that adorned them transferred to your own with your shared movement. It was her signature; you’d seen it on her so many times, both in class and at events that the academy put on. Its color was so distinct – so… her – and you’d always wondered what it tasted like.

Tropical fruit, you quickly discovered, as its flavor made its way to your tongue. It was warm and smooth – addictive – and you could feel yourself slipping further under when she pulled you in closer with a hand on your shoulder.

Her gentle breaths fanned out across your cheeks as she deepened the kiss, taking you by surprise. 

She let out a poorly-muffled sound of pleasure when your hands grasped at her waist a little restlessly, and the noise spurred you on. It reignited something in you, flipping a risky switch. You were quickly getting overwhelmed by it all, and what little composure you had left was slipping away.

“Yoohyeon,” you said against her lips, half-whining and half-warning. 

Why hadn’t she pushed you away yet? 

“Shhh,” she pacified, her voice like velvet. “Let me help.”

Her hands fell to your thighs again as she replaced her lips on yours, effectively silencing you.

Thunder boomed outside, mirroring the intensity you felt inside. The grey sky swirled, too, refusing to be still – just the same as your untamed heart. The lamp in the corner flickered a little as the academy’s electricity surged, fighting hard to remain on. 

Heavy droplets of rain pattered against the window in droves – unruly sheets carried by the unpredictable winds. 

But Yoohyeon seemed oblivious to the chaos around her. Or, at least, she didn’t mind it. All she cared about was the soft way you sighed into her mouth, and how you held her so desperately. It was a bit possessive, and she couldn’t stop the blush from rising to her cheeks because of it.

Your wanting hands buried themselves in the material of her skirt, gripping her hips. 

That’s precisely when the ache between her legs refused to be suppressed any longer. 

She guided your hand beneath the material with one of her own and led it to her inner thigh. All she needed in that moment was more of your touch. Something – anything. She didn’t care. Just more of you, in any way you’d allow. 

When you began to massage her skin in slow, teasing strokes, a breathy whine slipped out of her mouth. 

“Y/N, please,” she nearly begged. Her forehead pressed to yours as she rocked her hips a little in search of some sort of relief. Your eyes briefly fell to her lap, and you watched as your hand disappeared further and further under her skirt. The way she trembled for you was intoxicating.

The collar of her uniform top dug into her throat, too tight for comfort as her ragged breathing only got worse by the second. 

You reached up with your free hand and undid the button of it, hoping to ease her strain. She tilted her head back and moaned when your fingers lazily rubbed the newly-exposed skin to soothe it. The muscles there were taut and enticing, begging to be admired.  

Her brows knitted together and her teeth sunk into her lip when you toyed with the waistband of her lace panties, debating on whether or not to take things further. Her head spun with the stimulation she was receiving simultaneously; she didn’t know what sensation to focus on more. Even the smallest of touches from you had her wanting more. 

“P-please, jagi.”

Unable to help herself, she grinded against your hand when you slid her panties to the side. Your lips kissed a path from her shoulder to her pulsepoint, leaving a few lovebites in their wake as she writhed pitifully in your arms. Your name fell from her lips like a mantra as she pulled you flush against herself.

“Y/N.”

“Y/N,” strangely, her voice began to fade away…

“Y/N! Please wake up!” 

Your eyes shot open and you sat up with a start, dazed and confused. The classroom around you was the same, and Yoohyeon was next to you. You looked around, attempting to piece together what the hell had happened.

Your head had been her lap, you discovered, as you brought a hand up to the back of it to awkwardly scratch it. You turned to face her, finding her phone in her hand with Yubin’s name and contact image displayed on the screen. She had dialed her up the second you fell unconscious.

The genuine look of concern on her face tugged at your heart strings.

“What happened?”

“You passed out when my spell hit you. I’ve been trying to wake you up ever since.”

You swallowed thickly and brought a hand up to your chest, rubbing the area of impact again. It was growing warm just like before, and the sound of her voice only made the ache you felt earlier return. 

Had that really all been a dream? It felt so real…

She reached a hand out to you and moved to come closer, but you evaded her touch and backed away. You closed your eyes tightly, refusing to look at her; whenever you did, flashbacks of the dream (or whatever it was) came back in a rush. 

You missed the way her face fell in response to your rejection. 

“I-I’m better now,” you stuttered out, fumbling a bit as you stood up. Your knees were weak, and a bitter part of you wanted to laugh at that. Your body was acting as though your fantasy had really happened.

“Y/N, wait,” she requested, standing as well.

But you were already twisting the doorknob and slipping out into the hall before she could get another word in. Your form disappeared in a flash of embarrassment, and you did your best to hide your face as you began your hurried retreat to your dorm.

“...did she leave?” Yubin’s curious voice asked, sounding a little staticky over the phone line. 

Yoohyeon sighed, shaking her head at your actions. All she wanted to do was help. 

“Yeah,” she answered. 

Yubin tutted before going quiet for a moment. Only the faint sounds of pages turning could be heard. Yoohyeon paced in the meantime.

Before too long, the slightly younger witch spoke again. “I think I have an idea of what went wrong,” she said, as her eyes zeroed in on a certain spell in her book. The symptoms that Yoohyeon had informed her of, paired with your immediate reaction, all lead her to believe that it was what you were struck by. 

“It’s a variant of Amore,” she continued, “...and it’s really potent. We’ll need to whip up an antidote to ease her symptoms.”

“What will she experience?”

“Hallucinations, fever, and lust like never before," she listed, upon reading from the page. "Since this strain is only produced by a corruption of the original spell of love, it’ll heighten her existing desires tenfold or more.”

Yoohyeon’s eyebrows furrowed. “Existing desires? For who?”

“Whoever cast the spell, of course,” she replied. “You.”

That didn’t make any sense. Yubin had to be mistaken; you obviously didn’t have any pre-established feelings for her. 

“There’s no way that’s right, Yubin.”

“Why do you say that?”

She thought back to the way you had avoided her like the plague once you woke up. 

“She wouldn’t even look at me when she came to. That doesn’t really add up with your prediction.”

Yubin studied the page a little more before replying. She was humble enough to admit that the chance of her being wrong existed, but she highly doubted that that was the case now. Everything just aligned too well for it. 

“Just come back to the dorm. We can sort it out together here.”

“Alright,” Yoohyeon agreed. “See you soon.”

She pocketed her phone with a tense sigh before running her hands over her face a few times. 

Put lightly, she felt uneasy about the entire situation. It all felt… wrong. She shouldered any and all responsibility when it came to your predicament, and because of that, she regretted not putting up more of a fight when you left. Guilt made its inevitable, insolent journey to her heart in the wake of her failure to act. 

It made the classroom feel even more vacant and cold, as she stood alone in the middle of it. 

Judging by the noises you had made when you were unconscious – helpless, distant mumbles and calls of her name – she knew you were battling something stronger than either one of you had ever been up against. 

And although it should have, her skill in the arts did next to nothing in easing her worries. 

She knew she was gifted, but her imposter syndrome invoked her deepest fears of inadequacy when faced with a serious matter like this.

And – as selfish as it sounded – she couldn’t help but think that she might not have been so ashamed if anyone else had been her victim. She knew that nearly killing you wasn’t likely to score her any points, nor was it particularly advantageous in helping her gain your favor in the long run. 

She lamented over all of her wasted efforts thus far, fully aware that that single strike from her wand had surely eradicated all of the fruits of her labor from your heart and mind. 

Every study session that the two of you had shared before. 

Every late night escape to the outskirts of the academy, where you and your shared group of friends rendezvoused with hers to sneak around and do things you probably shouldn't have.

Every clumsily flirtatious line that she ever tried on you, with the excuse of alcohol floating nearby as a scapegoat. 

If Yubin was correct, the spell's power would eclipse all of those genuine moments and twist any true feelings you might’ve potentially had for her into something unmanageable. At her hands, you would suffer; and she expected to lose you because of it.

Once the enchantment was lifted, you'd certainly be exhausted by the mere sight of her. So, then, how could she expect you to still find any fondness for her in your heart?

It was impossible at best, and it disheartened her to say the least. She doubted you'd even want to be in the same room as her after it was all said and done.

Alas, all she could do now was hope to find the correct solution to heal you. She could settle for your full recovery, if nothing else.

—---

Your Dorm

After arriving, you quickly sent a text to your roommate – who was hidden away in one of the private study rooms of the library – and asked her to retrieve your abandoned belongings. 

She answered almost immediately and sent you a picture, confirming that she had collected it all safe and sound. She told you she still needed to study, though, and that she wouldn’t be back for a little while. 

You assured her that that was fine before throwing your phone onto the bed haphazardly. 

More than fine, you thought to yourself, as less-than-innocent thoughts of Yoohyeon returned to haunt you. You were miserable, completely and utterly, so it was a welcome thing to have the room to yourself in the meantime. 

For a very real, very serious second, you contemplated smothering yourself with your pillow. 

You buried your face in the loose folds of its silky case as you collapsed onto the bed, and you did all you could to put your racing mind to rest. Your entire body felt like it was on fire and you had no idea of how to stop it. 

A thin sheen of sweat appeared on your forehead before long; this spell took being hot and bothered to a whole new level. 

You felt the back of your shirt being lifted, inch by inch, until soft lips left open mouth kisses up your spine. Manicured nails ghosted over your skin, creating goosebumps wherever they went. 

“So beautiful,” Yoohyeon’s alluring voice whispered, only to you. 

Her hand slid down the front of your body, heading for your center when you unconsciously lifted your hips for her. She admired your every curve and line along the way, promising to worship them properly if you were patient for her.

You groaned loudly and shook your head, willing the fantasy away.  

This had to be some sort of cosmic torture. Karma coming back to bite you for some unspeakable atrocity you committed in a past life. 

Even the paintings on your walls judged you. They were poised above your turmoil and boasted cheerful people with smiles that you couldn’t mirror even if you tried. 

The rest of the room was full of a certain tranquility, too, that brought out the deepest parts of your envy. From your roommate's perfectly made bed to the two desks that sat beneath your window, not a thing was out of place. 

And yet there you were. An epicenter of chaos. 

Fearing for your own sanity, you wracked your brain for a temporary fix for your problems.

Should you cast a sleeping spell on yourself? No, that wouldn’t do. It would allow your body to recuperate, sure, but you’d also be trapped in your deepest dreams of Yoohyeon with no way out. There was no way of telling how that would end. 

Your next idea was to prepare a potion to combat your symptoms, but deep down you knew that you were incapable of producing one strong enough to do the trick. The spell was simply too powerful, and given your state, you were just too weak. Thinking clearly and rationally had long ago gone out the window, after all, and the very lines between reality and fiction were blurred irreparably. 

So, back to the drawing board you went. You ruminated, searching each and every corner of your mind for an avenue of assistance. Thankfully, before long, the universe graced you with a glorious eureka moment.

A cold shower! You brightened as the solution crossed your mind. 

That would do the trick, you promised yourself, as you hastily entered the bathroom. You stripped and set the water just shy of hypothermia-inducing temperatures.

When you stepped in, your initial reaction was to evade the stream of frigid water that bore down unsympathetically. But as you eased yourself into it, you discovered how welcome the feeling was. The droplets combatted the pervasive heat, and you finally felt capable of taking in a breath. 

You cherished the sensation for a while by running your hands up and down your body and turning to face the shower head. When you were satisfied, you reached for your shampoo to begin your routine. 

Everything went smoothly until you began to wash your body. 

You had just applied a generous amount of soap onto your loofah and began to work it into the textured material when it slipped from your hands. 

“You have got to be kidding me,” you lamented. 

Soapy water cascaded down your body as you bent at the waist to retrieve it; once it grazed your fingertips, you were quick to grab it.

Before you could upright yourself again, a dominant hand pressed to your back, keeping you bent over. You reached out to steady yourself on the wall as a pair of bare hips brushed against your ass, rutting subtly. 

"Why do you keep fighting your feelings, Y/N? I can make you feel so good, if you'll just let me." 

Your eyes fluttered closed at the familiar voice. It dripped with a confidence strong enough to ruin you. 

The warmth that radiated from her stood in stark contrast with the chilly water beating down on you. It felt too good for words.

Yoohyeon’s hands tracked their way to your hips, paying no mind to how crazy they drove you. She eased you further back against herself as she teasingly rutted again. A smirk tugged at her lips when she felt how wet you already were. 

"Stop," you weakly said. 

But she didn't. 

Her right hand simply dropped lower, and her fingertips circled your clit in response. 

Obscenities fell from her lips as you shuddered beneath her. She was bringing your body to life in such a wonderfully cruel way. 

"Say it with a little more conviction if you really want me to," she instructed, as she raised you up into a standing position again. Her naked body was flush against yours in an instant, clouding your judgement. 

She kissed your neck gently, allowing the action to be a full 180 from everything else she was subjecting you to. It was her version of a peace offering, as her hand still worked between your aching thighs.

A little treat to soothe your insatiability. 

"Please,” you begged. Had you had the energy to care, you might’ve been embarrassed at how pitiful you sounded.

"Alright, my love." 

When you opened your eyes again, you were alone. Every trace of her had vanished, just the same as the water swirling down the drain. 

You used the wall to steady yourself again, feeling humiliated. Your legs were untrustworthy. 

– 

Yubin & Yoohyeon’s Dorm

The two skilled witches stood side by side, reading from the same page of Yubin’s spellbook. The latter pulled on the adjustable arm of her desk lamp, bringing it closer until it hovered over the words and showered the annotations and sketches in warm light. 

They had been going back and forth for the past few minutes on whether or not her initial prediction was correct. 

Yoohyeon’s arms were crossed at her chest, and the look on her face screamed skepticism. 

“Look,” Yubin pointed at one of the formulas. “It had to have been a cross between the Amore variant and a spell of temptation.” She reasoned. “You were thinking about her right before you cast it, right?” 

The younger girl already knew the answer, but she wanted to check all of the boxes.

Yoohyeon bit the inside of her cheek, becoming a little flustered. She felt called out. “Yes.” 

The look in Yubin’s eye softened. When Yoohyeon had first started catching feelings for you – those incessant, fluttering butterflies that were annoyingly endearing – Yubin was the first and only person she told. She’d watched her pine for months on end, and that’s precisely why she encouraged her to practice the spell in the first place. 

But had she known that this would happen, she never would’ve pushed her to.

“I figured.” She nodded lightly. “That’s why I’m so certain I’m right.”

Yoohyeon sighed, though she kept the noise to herself as best she could. She didn't want to believe it.

“There’s no reasonable explanation for why her reaction was so strong. Corrupted variant or not.”

Yubin pondered for a moment. Her pencil twirled in her hand, and she rhythmically tapped its eraser against the surface of her desk as her mind worked its magic.

“Are you sure she doesn’t like you back? Even budding feelings can heighten the effects of these spells under the right circumstances.”

Her gaze fell to the floor, and her head shook, just a little. “I don't know."

You'd always acted so different around her than everybody else. She could never properly read you.

A frown formed on Yubin’s lips, full of pity. She had to be mistaken; any sane person would be head over heels for her.

“Well, there’s still good news,” she mitigated, looking at the bright side of things. “The antidote for this won’t harm her even if the enchantment she’s under really is a different one. Either it stops her symptoms or it does nothing at all.”

“That’s comforting.”

Yubin nodded. She drew in a deep breath and raised her head towards the work station of their room. It was complete with a cauldron, beakers, tools, and every ingredient that they would need. Thankfully the antidote didn’t require any outlandish or rare components.  

“If we work together, we can have it done before the end of the night.”

Yoohyeon’s lips pursed briefly in thought as she set her jaw. Her determination was as strong as ever. 

“Then let’s get started.”

–

Your Dorm

At some point between your disastrous shower and less-than-dignified retreat to bed, the raging storms outside had ceased. The skies were clearer than before, although the velvet cover of night was ridding them of any and all remaining daylight. Stars were picking up their twinkling again, and the moon was poised high above everything else. 

A wet washcloth was folded across your eyes to ensure that your body temperature didn’t exceed an acceptable limit. It eased your headache some, too, although it wasn’t enough to put you out of your misery entirely. 

Every fiber of your being still hummed and your stomach was full of butterflies. Your chest tingled, taunting you. The constant, neverending urge to writhe and squirm was challenging to hold at bay. Your body begged for friction – for release – but no matter what, nothing was ever enough. 

The inseam of your shorts teased your sensitive bud with every hopeless sway of your hips. The material of your shirt ghosted across your skin, flitting over the peaks of your breasts that begged for attention. 

Every added sensation left you breathless, but it failed to push you over the edge. 

You whined and flattened the cloth out across your entire face, praying that the cold material would be enough to offer a short reprieve.

The scent of Yoohyeon’s perfume permeated the air, almost as if she was really there. You'd never experienced such a visceral sense of neediness before in your life. You'd wanted things, sure – lusted after them, even, and with conviction – but nothing compared to this. 

The version of her that resided in your mind commanded your psyche in a torturously beautiful way. It was exhausting, to say the least, and oh so humiliating. But something about being so wholly at her mercy did things to you. And for some twisted reason, your mind decided to use that against you, over and over. 

She returned in waves. 

Any hope of release was continuously pushed farther with every visit she paid; she dangled it proudly, like a prize, just out of reach. 

Like an unbeatable race, she extended the finish line mere seconds before you reached it. A never ending saga, trapping you between the Heaven and Hell that the spell crafted into existence. 

If you were the powder, she was the fuse. And oh, how brightly you burned.

—

Later, Across Campus

Yoohyeon did her best to tread lightly, but the faint clicking of her shoes still echoed out across the expansive corridors of the academy. They were void of activity, given the late hour, and she appreciated that. With no interruptions or distractions, she could make it to you faster. 

Her conscience had been twisting itself into knots relentlessly for the better part of the evening anytime she stopped to imagine what you must’ve been going through. Tall tales and readings were the only means by which she had attained any information on the side effects of such a spell, and none of them eased her mind in the slightest. She was worried sick, and the only thing capable of consoling her was seeing you alright again.

The crystal bottle of antidote was cradled in her hands, shimmering with a slight green hue. 

She passed by more arching windows, finding streaky stains marring their typically spotless surfaces. The rain may have stopped, but it left traces like that everywhere, ensuring it wasn’t forgotten. Puddles of stagnant water reflected moonbeams all across the yard, pooling in various sizes. 

She felt bad for the groundskeepers that would be tasked with prettying it up in the morning. 

The towering ceilings of the grand hall greeted her as she stealthily continued on her journey. They loomed high above, keeping watch.

She remained vigilant to avoid getting caught by any passing faculty or patrolling guards there. It was past curfew, which meant they’d be more apt to question her if she got caught without a valid excuse for being away from her dorm.

So she made a promise to do whatever it took to remain inconspicuous. If the need presented itself, she was prepared to cast a spell of invisibility; the simple words of the incantation remained on standby, resting on the tip of her tongue. 

For you, she was set on making things right, no matter what it took. 

—-

Your Dorm

A knocking resounded from the door, causing you to peek at the time on your phone. A couple of hours had passed since your conversation with your roommate, so you’d been expecting her to arrive any moment. You knew her arms would be full of both your and her own belongings, and so you dragged yourself out of bed to assist her. 

The steps you took were weary and a bit unstable, but you disregarded all of that. You swung the door open and leaned against it, grateful for its sturdiness. 

When you made eye contact with the bane of your existence instead of your roommate, your shoulders sank defeatedly. She had the nerve to smile at you, acting as though she hadn't been encouraging your demise all evening. 

You paused and drew in a deep breath, fed up. This was getting ridiculous.

What did you have to do to put an end to it all? Would giving into the fantasy stop it?

She looked you up and down, studying the state you were in. When she noticed how mussed your clothes were and how ruinous you looked – completely and utterly fucked out – an expression of pity naturally pulled at her features. 

You mistook it as teasing arrogance. 

“Fuck it,” you muttered. Your exasperated voice was harsh against the quiet that had fallen over the academy.

Yoohyeon’s eyes went wide as you put a hand on the back of her neck and pulled her in close, all in one swift movement. Before she could even get a sound out, your lips were on hers and kissing her like your life depended on it. 

A vibrant, crimson blush sprawled its way across her cheeks and neck, even reaching the top of her ears as you unabashedly gave into your desire. The hallway was empty, but even still… did you have no shame? No fear of being caught?

She found her answer when your hand trekked down to the hem of her shirt and lifted it, revealing her toned stomach. Instead of using your words to admire it, your fingertips took their place; they caressed the sculpted lines and curves there, offering their own kind of praise. 

Her back arched involuntarily, searching for more of your touch.

She pulled her lips away from yours and turned her head, shying away as she attempted to catch her breath. Your free arm came to encircle her waist, and your head ducked down to her neck to kiss there instead. 

She sighed softly and allowed you to have your way with her.

“Y-Y/N, what are you doing?” Her voice was airy, and she fought every urge imaginable to keep from moaning when your tongue swirled over her pulsepoint. 

“Don’t play dumb now,” you said. “I’m just finishing what you’ve started.”

Her fingers gripped the material of your shirt at your shoulders in an effort to ground herself. She trembled, unable to process everything she was feeling. 

She tried to remind herself that you were simply at the mercy of the spell – that you wouldn't be doing any of this without its compulsion.

But having you on her in such a way made it easy to forget that. 

Your teeth grazed her sensitive skin, pulling a pretty whimper from her. Her eyes nearly rolled back at the rush of warmth it sent to her core.

“I don’t know what you mean,” she struggled out. 

You halted your movements long enough to pull back slightly and look into her eyes. When you did, you were mortified. 

This Yoohyeon wasn’t the one from your fever dreams at all. 

No; this Yoohyeon – the real Yoohyeon – was peering back at you with a dazed look in her innocent eyes. Her pupils were blown wide, and her lips were kiss-bitten and red. Her chest rose and fell quicker than normal, and you could feel how rapid her heart rate was from how close you still stood. 

Perhaps you had gotten a little ahead of yourself…

You detached yourself and stumbled backwards at once, embarrassingly bumping your head into the door. You reached up to rub the pain away and avoided meeting her eye again, wishing the ground would swallow you up and save you from such a humiliating fate.

“I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to–”

“It’s alright. I know what you’re dealing with,” she soothed, with labored breathing.

Your head raised at that. How could she possibly know?

“Yubin and I finished a potion for you,” she informed, ensuring that the coast was clear as her hands reached into her pocket to retrieve it. It shimmered in the light of the hall when she held it up for you to see. 

“It should get you back to normal in no time.”

“Thank you,” you said, beaming with gratitude. “...so much,” you added.

A deep look of contemplation showed on her face; she was clearly debating on something. What it was, you had no idea. But the only thing on your mind was getting a taste of that enchantment. 

Fate had other plans, it seemed. 

When you went to take it from her, she pulled it away. Your brows furrowed in an instant, riddled with confusion.

But her explanation didn’t come in words. Instead, she reached behind you and pushed the door open wide before shoving you inside. You almost tripped over your own feet; but she tugged you by the shirt and pressed you into the door, ensuring that it shut fully behind you. Her fingers locked it as she quickly kissed you again.

“Yooh, what–” you mumbled against her lips.

“Shhh,” she pacified. “Let me help.”

The parallel between your first fantasy and the current moment threw you for a loop. Those words – the exact ones you’d heard before – were a million times more effective now, as she kissed you. What felt real in that fantasy paled in comparison to having her like this now, molding herself to you and chasing her own pleasure alongside you. 

She really was a dream come true.

“Here,” she offered, as she pulled away just enough to pop the cork out of the potion’s bottle. The liquid made quiet glug glug sounds as she took it all into her mouth, completely upturning the glass. You watched in awe as it disappeared in shimmery ripples.

She beckoned you closer with a simple touch, and you understood then what she had planned. Carefully, you pressed your lips to hers and lowered yourself down, allowing the antidote to flow freely from her mouth to your own. You swallowed it eagerly, pulling her soft body flush against yours to ensure that you received every last drop. 

You used your tongue to greedily lap up what remained on her lips and in her mouth, and she moaned deeply at the sensation. Her blush had returned, too, and in full bloom – but that was the last thing on her mind. 

“Fuck, you taste so good,” you breathed. Your voice was huskier than usual, and full of awe.

Her thighs pressed together instinctually as she let out a broken whine. Your simple praise, so raw and undeniable, made her grow even hotter than she already was.

The magic in the antidote was quickly taking the edge off of the misery that you had been in and enabling your natural desire and passion to come through. Power was finally returning to you, placing your fate in your own hands once again.

Part of Yoohyeon was still holding out in the chance that you would come to your senses in a rush and push her away, rejecting her. 

But that never happened. If anything, the opposite did. And precisely because of that, every resulting movement of your body against hers – so wanton and needy – made her realize just how wrong she had been before. 

Even in the absence of the spell's compulsion, you yearned for her. She could feel it all; each impatient touch sold you out a little more.

Clearly the attraction was a mutual thing… So why had you hidden it away until now? Had you really doubted how much she longed for you, too? Your oblivion truly knew no bounds. 

But, in the end, it simply made her all the more determined to prove just how badly she needed you. Then and always.

“Don’t stop,” she pleaded, when your hands began to roam her body in time with your kisses. “I want this, Y/N,” she whimpered, feeling you hike her skirt up to her waist in one fluid motion. 

“Me, too, jagi.” You assured her, pulling her ruined panties to the side just as she slipped her tongue into your mouth again. Your fingers slid easily between her folds, discovering just how wet she was for you already. 

Her uneven breaths fanned out across your skin in response, warming every bit of it that they touched. This time, that heat was a welcome feeling.

“Take me to bed,” she mewled weakly. Her hair cascaded over her shoulders, messy with want. 

She wrapped her legs around your waist when you obediently hoisted her up into your arms; you carried her over and laid her down, pressing her down into the soft comforter with your body. She tugged impatiently on the bottom of your shirt until you decided to appease her and take it off. 

With your upper half now clad only in your bra, she openly ogled you. Somehow, her shyness had disappeared along the way. 

“I want you to show me everything we did in those fantasies of yours, okay?”

You nodded dutifully, allowing her to soak in the sight of you a little longer. 

“We’re only stopping once we’ve done it all.”

A shiver ran up your spine at her assuredness. Could she get any more perfect? This side of her was sparking up your imagination equally as well as the spell had.

Perhaps she herself could count as an enchantment. Surely a drug, if nothing else. 

You hovered above her again the second she beckoned you closer, and ghosted your lips across her rosy ones. They chased after yours, falling for your tricks every time you pulled away at the last second. It was only fair to give her a taste of what you’d spent the day going through, after all. 

But she wasn’t in the mood for your games. She wasted no time in rolling over and pinning you to the bed instead, with her hands pressing yours into the mattress above your head. Your fingers intertwined when she reconnected your lips, picking right back up where you left off. 

Now that your shorts had ridden up and exposed more of your legs, she took advantage of the opportunity that presented itself. Her thighs came to straddle one of your own, and she eagerly lowered herself down to brush her bare pussy against it. Your brain short circuited initially, unaccustomed to such a feeling in the world of the conscious; but the sensual roll of her hips and the moans that slipped out of her grounded you. 

Her slick dripped down the sides of your thigh as she began to work herself up more and more, using your body like a plaything. You flexed your leg beneath her in time with her rutting, wanting to watch her come undone above you. 

Her appreciative whines resounded around your room, filling the space with their beautiful sounds. As her sensitivity became more apparent, the noises she made grew higher in pitch. They were precious displays intended solely for you to hear; each one a little breathier than the last as she chased her high more freely.

And, lacking any sense of hesitation anymore, you offered yourself readily. In any way she wanted you, you were hers. 

The corners of her lips tweaked up into a smirk when you fully submitted beneath her. The tension in your muscles dissipated, and your strain subsided. Your hands no longer squirmed underneath hers; they gave up their fruitless pursuit of freedom.

You surrendered yourself to her, prepared to lose control once and for all. Now, the elusive release that you’d been searching for was promised. No more tricks.

“Are you ready, jagi?” She asked, trailing her lips down your jawline. They lazily painted your skin with a few marks, taking their time. She reveled in the feel of your embrace and the reactions that you had such trouble containing.

Everything about her was full of restrained desire and tension as she waited on your answer. Controlling herself was always hard when it came to you. 

Then and always. 

“Yes.” You whispered, as the last remnants of her spell faded completely from your system.

Now, she had you entirely at her mercy. Un-bewitched, maybe, but more enamored than ever.

-- Bonus --

A Considerable Amount Of Time Later

The sound of Yoohyeon’s phone ringing disrupted the post-sex haze that you had found yourselves in, and she rushed out a slew of apologies as she begrudgingly untangled herself from you. She pressed a long kiss to your lips before getting out of bed, and her shaky legs nearly buckled completely when she first used them.

You fought hard to hold back your laughter as she searched through her discarded clothes on the floor for the phone, aided only by what bits of moonlight flitted in through the window.

She stumbled to the bathroom after finally locating it, as clumsy as ever. The darkness didn’t help anything either, but she eventually managed to make it there without breaking anything. 

“What, Yubin?” She whispered, a little harsher than intended, once the door was closed.

“Hello to you, too, sunshine,” Yubin mocked.

Deciding to check your phone as well, you blindly reached out towards the bedside table for it. Once its smooth, chilly screen made contact with your fingertips, you snatched it up. 

You kept an eye shut as you unlocked it to prevent yourself from going completely blind. An unread message pulsated, asking to be clicked on. 

-- Y/Roomie’s/N -- 

Cramming late tonight with my study group. I think I’ll just crash at their dorm. Lmk if you want me to run your things over!

Huh. Somewhere along the way, you had completely forgotten about your roommate. Oops…

But knowing that you had the night to yourself – that it was free to share with Yoohyeon – made you inexplicably giddy. You smiled and put your phone down again before returning to your initial position. A content sigh left you as you nuzzled further into your blanket.

Despite Yooh’s very obvious effort to keep her conversation inaudible, the opposite occurred. And although her voice was hushed, it wasn’t hard for you to make out everything she was saying.

“How did it go? Did you ask her to–” Yubin asked curiously, before being cut off.

“No, I haven’t asked her to Formal yet. We got a little… sidetracked.”

You smiled against your pillow at that. So she wanted to take you, huh? 

“I’ll ask her when I ask her,” she resolved, attempting to quiet her best friend’s nagging. All she wanted was to be back at your side. “And I’ll tell you about everything later.”

“I’m counting on that, Yooh. I want to know if my potion worked,” she pouted a little, despite the fact that Yoohyeon couldn’t see it. 

“Patience,” was all the older witch said before she abruptly hung the call up without another thought.  

Yubin muttered an annoyed “Aigoo” to herself, all tucked away in bed. She took a sip of her tea and picked her book back up, ready to wind down by reading until she fell asleep. 

Yoohyeon emerged from the bathroom to find you still on your side, just as she left you. The curve of your face looked so pretty that she took a second to simply admire you. You were more beautiful to her than words could ever describe. 

She climbed back in beside you and pulled the covers over herself before snuggling up. She cuddled close and leaned up enough to press a sweet kiss to your neck, right above one of the darker marks that she had left earlier.

“You’ll have to help me find something to wear for Formal,” you uttered, no longer feigning sleep. 

She jumped a little, not expecting your voice to suddenly break the quiet. When she recovered, she laughed lightly. Such a pleasant sound.

Her arm draped across your side when you shifted further back against her. It provided comfort and security in a beautiful way.

“You heard that?”

"Mhm," you lazily mumbled, covering her hand with your own. It came to rest against your stomach.

"I'm kind of glad you did." 

"Yeah?" 

"Yeah," she smiled against your back. You could feel it through your shirt. "I've been wanting to ask you for a few weeks now." 

"No way." 

"Yes way. You know, you've had me hooked since our first project in alchemy." 

Your brows furrowed briefly as you worked to recollect it. 

"When I singed half of my eyebrow off?" 

"Ding ding ding. How could I have resisted?" She teased, pretending to swoon. 

You clicked your tongue and moved to jokingly push her away, but she simply laughed and wrapped herself around you before you could.

Her giggles bubbled up within her chest, allowing you to feel just how happy she was as her body shook against yours. You knew you could never get tired of that sound – not in a million years. 

"Yah," you said fondly, no longer fighting the smile on your lips. "You're lucky you're cute." 

The hint of warning in your voice, paired with the compliment, only made her grin harder. 

"I know." 

Perhaps this year, for once, Brighton Academy found a way to turn things around after all. 

Yoohyeon – and a little bit of happenstance – were just what it needed.

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[awisespirit]

Deukae seeing you wearing their boxers at home 🫣

G!P Dreamcatcher reaction to you wearing their boxers.

A/N: I actually wrote this in a span of 15 minutes 💀

G!P Dreamcatcher X Fem reader

Warnings: slightly suggestive for a few members.

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Jiu

Loves it, will coo at you and pinch your cheeks saying you look so comfy and cute in them.

Will let you borrow as many as you want.

"aww look at my little girl, so cute in my boxers yeah?"

Sua

Will never get why you keep stealing her boxers but secretly thinks it's hot. When she sees you in them would go up behind you and give you a nice smack and playfully accuse you of trying to turn her on.

"yah are you trying to get me hard babe? Your that desperate for my cock hmm?"

Siyeon

Shy shy baby~ she likes it when you wear anything of hers but when she sees you in her boxers she gets all giddy and shy. Would also purposely leave them unfolded in the laundry basket giving you a chance to take them.

"w-wow they look great on you- no no I meant you look great in them?"

Handong

This is just gonna be a huge ass ego booster for Dongie. Is gonna brag about it to the other members. Is a little curious on why do you like wearing her boxers tho.

"yeah I know my girl always steals my boxer, she always needs me you know."

Yoohyeon

Yooh would be mostly likely be turned on the first time she saw you in her boxers. Thinks you look hot. Wants to pull you on her lap and let you grind on her, as you wet the the pair of boxers. Then she would punish you for ruining them?

"y/n your such a bad girl, look at how you ruined my boxers honey~"

Dami

There's 2 sides to Yubin, like Sua is confused. Like why would you wear her boxers? After you had explained how comfortable they are she would admit how hot your ass looked. I could see her getting the both of you a matching pair. Ouh and Miss Lee might or might not have gotten a few pics of your ass in her boxers, a little something when she's away for.

"ahh so their comfortable huh? I see... Well if I'm being honest, they actually look good on you baby~ want matching one's?"

Gahyeon

Gah basically doesn't care about it. You guys always share everything so it wasn't a big deal for her. Will playfully comment on you when you walk around the house in them.

"Aye pretty lady, something looks thight! Hahahah~"

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[heartsforsserafim]

Take It

genre ; smut

pairing ; gp!lee yubin x fem!reader

request? ; yes

tw ; breeding, overstimulation, marking, praise kink, clit play, tit play, dick riding

The soft pours of the rain could be heard outside of yours and your girlfriend's shared bedroom. Your whimpers could be heard inside, while she was teasing your clit.

"Hm, you're my good girl, right?" She says and leans down to kiss your neck, "F-fuck yes i am" you stuttered out, her hand getting closer to your cunt. "Want my finger, or my cock?" She placed two digits inside of you, not moving them waiting for your reply, "Y-your cock. Please" She stood up, removing her own clothes now, her shaft hard precum leaking out.

Thanks to how wet you are, she was able to slide in easily. Filling you up to your womb, "A-shh shit. You're so big" You moaned out, she stayed still for a bit allowing you to adjust to her. A few minutes passed, "Y-you can move" , you tell her, she allows her hips to take off on their own, starting slow.

Her thrust is slow and deep, your walls tightening around her shaft. Her thrusts soon speeding up, "S-so wet mmph" she whined and continued to fuck you, her orgasm coming rather quicker than you both expected. She changed the positions, putting you on top of her.

She slid back inside with ease, and grounded her feet before destroying your cunt. Her hands grabbing your breast and playing with them, taking the other into her mouth. "A-ahh i-i'm cum-ming f-uck" you say and unravel on her shaft, her load following directly behind yours. She stayed inside of you.

A few minutes passed, her hips starting with slow thrusts once again, this time she sped up faster than last time. You couldn't keep up and just fell onto the girl, she knew she was fucking you right. You went completely limp, you still moaning her name as your orgasm came again and hers following behind that one.

You both fell asleep that way, her waking up with her cock still inside of you, making her hard again, but she wanted to make sure you were okay with it so she didn't do anything except pull out and went to take a shower.

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[mandu-17]

DREAMCATCHER reaction to falling for 8th member

Requested by: Anonymous

Request: hello! could i request a dreamcatcher reaction to how they realised they've fallen for 8th member reader, and how they would react to it? thank u :3

A/N: it's a bit different from my other reactions but i still hope you'll like it!!

Jiu

Understanding her feelings for you came to Minji really hard. As the leader of the group, she was very care taking and always made sure her members didn’t lack anything. To her, there was never need to question her actions towards you. Minji simply played her role as mother of the group. Actually, it was Sua that made her realize that she tended to look and smile at you a little longer. For that Minji was grateful, it helped her to put pieces together.

She knew what she had to do next. Hiding or suppressing her feelings would be harmful for the whole group so she was determined to confess and just be honest with you. You deserved it.

Minji did a lot of overthinking but despite that she knew that whatever your answer would be, she'd accept and respect it like the mature woman she was. She only hoped that you won't feel weird around her from then on.

“Y/N, I don’t ever want to loose what we have, but I think I’m falling for you and you should know that.”

Sua

Drinking together was always one of favorite moments for Bora. This time it was just the two of you since the other members had scheudles early in the morning and prefered to get some more rest. Bora could feel that she was already drunk although because of tiredness she didn't feel like anything else but cuddling you on the couch. It was more than enough for her, only with you she could feel calm and relaxed. Dancing or joking around as usual was pretty fun, yet she learnt to cherish these quiet moments with you just as much.

She glanced at your red cheeks, you've drank almost as much as she did and she found it so cute that you wanted to keep up her pace. Then her eyes wandered to your closed eyes although she knew you weren't asleep yet.

Lastly, Bora looked at your lips. That's when she realized how badly she wanted to taste them. You wouldn't mind, she thought before closing the gap between you two.

"Sorry, I just really had to kiss you right now."

Siyeon

When Siyeon proposed going shopping, there was no way you'd refuse. You loved spending time with her and in fact were looking for a new dress to buy which is how you found yourselves in a nice dressing room. Siyeon was sitting on a chair when you were trying the dress on. It was nothing new, as you all lived together and saw each other in many different forms.

Once you were analyzing how the dress looked on you, you turned your head around to ask for her opinion.

"I liked it more off of you." She said it so casually yet both your and her eyes went wide at her sudden comment. "I-I mean it is pretty but maybe not that color."

You giggled at that typical for her behaviour, your cheeks a little warm. Little did you know that the moment you left to get another color, Siyeon was deeply thinking about you and not in a way she used to, she didn't feel guilty though. She had a hunch that maybe you liked her too.

It was only a matter of time until she'll talk to you about your relationship.

Handong

It was raining heavily in Seoul which added more to Handong's upset mood. She woke up feeling homesick for the first time in a while. In fact she didn't know how to tell her members because they've only been like a real family and she didn't lack anything. So she preffered to stay in her bedroom the whole day, alone with her thoughts.

On the other hand, you already knew that something was up. You also knew that Dongie didn't really share what's on her mind which was why you gave her the space she needed. After a few hours of her not coming out you decided to order some of her favorite chinese food and surprise her. A soft knock on her door startled her, she turned her head from the window to see your hesitant form in the doorstep.

"Hey, I got some delicious food for you and me." Your kind smile was enough for her to feel better. And your thoughtfulness made her heart warm up again.

"Y/N, you're the sweetest. Come here." She felt her lips creating a genuine smile for the first time that day. Home didn't feel so far away anymore.

Yoohyeon

It was during a late night walk around the company building that you suggested, when Yoohyeon looked at you differently. The way you kept smiling and excitedly messing around made her forget about long hours of exhausting dance practice. The two of you took many pictures to remember such a great memory. She couldn’t stop laughing while looking at the photos before finally realizing that she cared about you so deeply. Probably more than about the other members which Yoohyeon actually hated to admit. Her thoughts must have been visible on her face since you suddenly adressed her with a small voice.

“Everything alright, Puppy?”

And your signature nickname for her. Even that made her heart race in the moment.

Yoohyeon took a look at your pretty eyes shining with concern and love. She smiled softly. Something told her that you'd never hurt her either way. One day she'll tell you how she feels. But not today.

"Yeah, everything's fine." No matter what would happen between you two, Yoohyeon was sure that she needed you in her life. Even if you remained just a friend.

Dami

Yubin liked to keep her distance, she needed some time before even opening up to her members, including you. Once she did though it became very clear that you’re the one she’s closest to. The two of you shared so many hobbies, composing was the thing that brought you two even closer if possible. Whenever Yubin saw you in the studio or listened to your angelic voice and creative ideas, she felt the happiest. You kept impressing her over and over again. Yubin quickly could tell that she liked you more than a friend. To confess her feelings she decided to do what she’s the best at. So she wrote a song.

“It’s incredible, Yubin. I can’t wait for Insomnias to hear it!” Your wide eyes were adorable but Yubin unfortunately had to cool down your enthusiasm.

“I’m sorry, Y/N but I made this one only for you.”

Her words confused you at first but after a moment you realized everything that she meant. Luckily you felt the same so for the rest of that studio session you kept cuddling and listening to her song on repeat.

Gahyeon

The youngest always has admired and supported you in whatever you came up with. When she realized that her love for you was a bit stronger than for a friend, Gahyeon felt a bit lost. As the maknae, she had a hard time trying to make you look at her differently since everyone else babied her. She did her best at flirting or showing you that she’s interested in you. Usually she got what she wanted and was the reason behind your blush nevertheless her insecurities got the best of her. Thankfully, her unnies kept telling her not to give up because they just felt it that in the end the two of you would end up together. As usual they were right and it only required Gahyeon to ask you out on a proper date where she finally confessed to you. `

“I’ve liked you since I can remember, Y/N. I was just afraid that you’ll always see me as a maknae.” She kept her gaze down unsure of herself again.

“Baby, I thought I was pretty obvious about my feelings for you.” You gently held her hand as a smile began to form on your face.

This time, she was the one blushing.

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[n1cholaswang]

POISON — LJH

CHRISTMAS SPECIAL!

sucking on a candy cane

lgbtq+ mirae! — lee junhyuk x nb!reader

cw: lingerie (r!wearing), mention of toys, teasing, nipple play

wc: 933 words

a/n: i wanted this to be longer but i rushed it :(( next one will be better <3

IT WAS A week before christmas and you and junhyuk decided to go out to the mall to buy stocking stuffers.

you and your boyfriend separated, you going to find pokémon cards for yubin and junhyuk going to find something for you.

he walked into a dark colored store with all kinds of things inside; shirts, manga, magnets, jewelry, blankets, and as he continued to walk back, he saw sex toys. a wide variety of sex toys.

there were so many, junhyuk nearly passed out trying to choose. luckily, a worker helped him.

he walked out with many toys and a couple of pairs of lingerie. (he thinks he went overboard)

you two met up at the food court, ordering some pretzels and drinks.

"ooh i can't wait for you to see what i got you! you're gonna love it!", you smile, sipping on your lemonade afterwards

"same here", he says quietly, feeling slight embarrassment for buying some lewd items.

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it was finally christmas and while everyone else was opening presents, junhyuk took you into the kitchen.

"merry christmas my dear", he kisses your hand before handing you a bag.

you sit down on the floor and take out all the paper, revealing a black slingshot teddy, 2 bodysuits, and a crotchless bra set. you look up at your boyfriend, his arms crossed with a small smirk tugging on his lips.

"keep diggin"

you take his advice, looking dead at a clear suction cup dildo, a glass dildo, a red curved vibrator, a chrome wand, anal beads, and a remote vibrator.

"a-are you planning to use these on me...?"

he thought you'd get the hint, but of course, his innocent partner didn't understand.

he crouched down to your level, placing a finger under your chin, "who else would i buy them for? why don't you wear that set tonight when the boys have fallen asleep?", he leaned into your ear, whispering, "i wanna see how easy i can rip it apart"

you placed everything back in the bag and went to the bathroom, taking off your clothes to put on one of the lingerie outfits. you turn around in the mirror, checking yourself out and being happy with how you looked. you put on the clothes you had on previously and walked out, sitting with the boys and their partners.

siyoung's boyfriend handed you a candy cane, smiling small at you. you took the candy, unwrapping it and taking it into your mouth.

junhyuk watched as you did this, his cock hardening in his pants as he imagined that candy cane was him filling up your mouth. he grabbed the pillow beside him and put it over his lap, sighing in slight pleasure as the soft material pressed up against his hard-on.

he couldn't wait to get you alone.

once everyone went home, you and junhyuk were in the living room together, watching a christmas special of a show the two of you enjoyed.

he placed a gentle hand on your thigh, slowly inching towards the spot he's been needing most, but you moved, making him frown a bit.

you reach over to the table in front of you, grabbing another candy cane and unwrapping it. you placed it in between your lips, sucking just a bit.

his wolf-like eyes studied you before he spoke, "don't you think you've had enough of those today?"

"i like them! leave me alone", you say, licking the candy with your tongue out

you were teasing him and you both knew it. junhyuk took the candy cane out of your hand and leaned in, taking the tip of your tongue into his mouth and sucking lightly. his actions surprised you but you didn't stop him.

his hands gripped your hips and moved you onto his lap, pulling away from your tongue before kissing you with the intent of making you cum untouched.

his lips were pillowy soft against yours, his strong hands holding you in place before forcing your hips upwards, grinding on the painful boner he's had for the past 2 hours.

he groaned into your mouth, licking your bottom lip, asking for access before he explored your mouth with his tongue.

he could taste the mint on your tongue, ecstatic as he continued to swirl the tip of your tongue with his. he hummed in pleasure, feeling a little wet spot form on his cock.

junhyuk's hands unbuttoned the top you were wearing, feeling your chilled and exposed skin. he pulled away only to find out you were wearing that slingshot he bought for you.

he smirked, looking up at your face, "i didn't know you were hiding this. if i did..."

he snapped the thin strings to gain access to your chest, "wouldve fucked you a long time ago"

junhyuk took one nipple into his mouth, the tip of his tongue circling around the sensitive bud while his fingers squeezed the other.

your back arches into his mouth, whining slightly at the attention. your hands go to his hair, pushing his head further into your chest as if that were possible.

he smacks your chest, getting you to whimper and stop tugging on him before he switches nipples.

"junhyuk...", you moan, grinding down onto his dick, "fuck me... please?"

he bites down on your nipple, a squeal leaving your lips.

"i'll fuck you when i feel like it", he mumbles before siyoung walks in.

"oh! i-im sorry... i'll just..."

he walks away slowly but before he leaves the room, he gives junhyuk a thumbs up.

"GET OUT!"

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