#dami imagines

[flooffybits]

Dreamcatcher 8th Member Headcannons

the first person you get to meet is Dongie

as trainees, you were quick to get along and you were able to understand each other better when you both find out that neither of you are from Korea

automatic best friend is with you during debut

so she's extremely upset when you're unable to participate for your debut

she hides it well though

Minji had given you a mini heart attack when you first meet her

you're awestruck the first time you meet that she ends up giggling when you stumble over your words, both in embarrassment and insecurity

she's quick to assure you that you didn't have to be afraid around any of them

started the "someone hold y/n's hand when we go out" rule

you're one of her children now so she finds it necessary

you're a baby in her eyes

which brings us to mother #2

despite her energy, Bora is more careful when it comes to you

she's quick to notice your discomfort with her the first day that you meet

you're hiding next to Minji and Dongie so it didn't take rocket science for her to know

she's upset about it at first because she wants you to LOVE her

so she starts toning it down whenever you're around

she sort of blames herself when you're absent for Dreamcatcher's debut because she feels like she contributed in your temporary leave

but when you come back, she subtly stays as close as she possibly can

Siyeon dislikes the tension that you both have so she brings Yoohyeon and Dongie along to try and intervene

but the moment they decide to act, they see the two of you in the waiting room after your performance with Bora tending to your leg

you'd gotten a cramp after the performance and she was quick to help you to the room

which escalated to the two of you talking

and now Bora has you laying on her chest and lulling you to sleep

when she says you're her baby YOU'RE HER BABY

Yoohyeon and Dongie tease her whenever they remember, reminding her of how awkward she was

she doesn't mind though because she loves you a bunch

and then you have Siyeon who is just an overall soft person

she likes to pinch your cheeks when she can

if she passes by, she makes sure to poke you instead

when she sits next to you, she always positions herself so that she's facing you

just so she can squish your cheeks in her hands before pressing a kiss to your nose

then she'll wrap you up in whatever jacket or sweater she brought along

or she'll ask if someone has a blanket when she doesn't have one

which somehow ends with you and Yubin cuddling under one blanket

because you and your roommate both feel comfortable like that

so Siyeon ends up with two sleeping babies

and she'll either watch over you or squeeze herself in between so that she can cuddle you both

Dongie makes sure to take pictures

you know how she likes to make fun of Yoohyeon by randomly taking pictures of her?

a good portion of her phone’s storage is because of you

she likes taking pictures with you

you're her best friend so duh!

sometimes the pictures are to annoy you

but most times she uses them to help boost your confidence

“you look so pretty here, what are you saying?", “i will shove my phone up your face until you realize how good you really look"

she gets more talkative when she sees mean comments about you during lives

she'll be quick to shoot them down with a dirty look on her face

Yoohyeon/Yubin/Minji has to calm her down

she's not the ice princess for nothing

she'll protect you the way she knows you'll always do the same for her

and while Yoohyeon and Yubin do stop her from possibly starting a fight, Yubin makes sure to physically protect you

from Yoohyeon

because Yoohyeon tends to get you in trouble

and her clumsy nature has brought you various bruises

it's not her intention

but god her clumsiness was a talent at this point

Yubin can only shake her head whenever she sees the two of you together

it's like she's been given the responsibility of looking after the two of you despite being younger

Yoohyeon whines about it

because she swears you're just as clumsy as she is

she's worse to be honest and the only reason you clumsily trip or fall is because of her

Minji and Bora both have to scold the two of you

because for some reason you both managed to break the chair you had in your room

they just heard a loud crash

and the moment they open the door, the chair’s in pieces with the two of you sprawled on the floor

“She did it!"

"It wasn't me!”

Yubin only shakes her head every time

Gahyeon just watches from the side

but she's honestly concerned with how people older than her are more chaotic than she is

but even with the chaos, Yoohyeon likes sleeping next to you

she crawls in your bed when Bora’s already asleep

and even when she doesn't need to, she only uses the excuse of not waking the dancer up just to sleep next to you

sometimes she has to fight with Gahyeon

the maknae doesn't back down so easily either

Gahyeon enjoys being babied by you

she relishes in the way you look after her

but she was very awkward the first few months because… 

what if she said something wrong?

what if you didn't understand what she was telling you?

she didn't want to embarrass herself in front of you

which was why you found her adorable

she uses her position as maknae to her advantage sometimes

Yoohyeon is teasing her?

“Y/n unniiie!"

She manages to escape Bora’s scolding a lot

just clinging to you manages to shift the dancer’s attention

because you only give Bora a look and a smile and Gahyeon is off the hook

overall the girls love you terribly

and they'd all do everything for you

#girl group. #girl group imagines #girl group scenarios #dreamcatcher #dreamcatcher imagines #dreamcatcher scenarios #dreamcatcher headcannon #jiu scenarios #jiu imagines #sua scenarios #sua imagines #siyeon scenarios #siyeon imagines #handong scenarios #handong imagines #yoohyeon scenarios #yoohyeon imagines #dami scenarios #dami imagines #gahyeon scenarios #gahyeon imagines

[panda-writes-kpop]

bang it on me, shatter (fem! reader, vampire au)

a/n: happy yooh day! this is a 2yoo fic but shush it's fine :) this one's especially for my girls and gays - y'know who you are <3 fun fact: I rewrote this fic three times, which means I have plenty of material if people are interested in a sequel.

tw: fem!reader (gay vampires rule!!!), vampires, blood, alcohol, drunk!reader, like one suggestive comment, reader has a hangover, implied death and gore. (can you tell I watched wwdits before I wrote this)

summary: gay vampires, that's the plot. you have your share of dirty little secrets, the biggest being that your two lovers are murderous vampires. luckily for them, you don't give a shit!

♡ Masterlist ♡

Quiet. Calm. Serene. Peaceful.

You preferred your nights to be all of those things. Although living with vampires could get chaotic, most nights were spent cuddled between your two lovers. Yoohyeon would wrap an arm around your waist while attempting to organize matters for the next few days. Dami, on the other hand, would place a hand on your thigh while reading a book or going through some records.

Tonight, however, would not be one of those nights.

You couldn’t even make it into the library before Dami’s familiar, Kazuha, storms into your room.

“Ma’am, your presence is requested in the front foyer. We have guests.” She plays with her hair for a moment before you rise from your armchair.

“Guests or guests?” You softly ask before brushing past Kazuha to grab an outfit for the night.

“…guests.”

You pause before grabbing your second most formal outfit.

I’m less attached to this one if blood gets on it.

“Tell Ms. Lee and Ms. Kim I’ll be down after I get dressed.” You wave off Kazuha, who bows before leaving. 

“Make sure to have formal wear arranged for you and the rest of the staff. It’s going to be a special night.”

~

You lightly play with your hair as you quickly descend the stairs. It’s been a while since you’ve had guests - the girls usually went out and hunted when they were hungry. You could guess that they’d either gotten lazy or lucky with their food.

Given the surprise of the five women in front of you when you came to greet them, you went with luck.

“Good evening, ladies,” You pause before bowing, “what brings you to our humble estate?”

One of the ladies, a taller girl with black hair, answers.

“We needed shelter for the night. A bad storm rolled through and left us stranded.”

Definitely lucky.

“I welcome weary travelers. I can lead you to some spare bedrooms so you can change before dinner.” You calmly say before turning on your heel and heading to your left.

You hear five sets of feet follow behind as you point out some of the rooms.

“If you need anything before you get called for dinner, there are servants floating around to help.” You direct a few nearby servants to usher the girls into their rooms.

The servants are well-trained as sneaky hands find papers and treasures before five doors slam in harmony. 

You quickly collect the important documents and grab a few jewels for the familiars before you head to the study.

~

“Kazuha, Yunjin,” You call out to the two women in front of the study, “take these and put them on your outfits tonight.”

“We can’t-“ Kazuha says before Yunjin snatches half of the jewels for herself.

“Speak for yourself, Zuha, and thank you.” Yunjin stuffs the jewels in her pocket, “they’re waiting inside for you.”

“Thank you.” Kazuha mumbles before gently grabbing her half of the treasure from you.

They both step aside as the doors in front of you open to reveal the study with the two occupants you were expecting.

Yoohyeon smiles as she spots you first.

“Did you find anything important, my dear?” She asks before you hand her two sets of papers. 

“Only the best for my favorite people.” You press a soft kiss to her face before she pulls you in for a quick kiss on the lips.

“A seamstress and a musician… it seems we do have a crew of merry fellows.” Yoohyeon says as she skims the paper.

“No hunters?” Dami asks before you sit next to her and hand her one of the papers.

“One, but she doesn’t have any notable achievements or accolades. Could be a front since the other two don’t have any listed occupations or skills.” You toss the papers aside before grabbing Dami’s arm. 

“Anything interesting?”

“Same story as the rest - family history in vampiric hunting, traveling with weapons, but you’re right, darling, everything else is spotless.” Dami grabs her book with one hand before setting aside the other paper.

You tidy up the desk in front of you before Dami grabs your hand.

“You look nice,” She quickly eyes you before going back to your book, “but hopefully you won’t mind that outfit getting a bit messy.”

~

The servants are in a flurry to finish the final preparations for dinner - dinner for one human and two vampires was easy enough, but six humans and two vampires? That’d be enough to drive any chef mad, especially on a couple hours’ notice.

You had to keep up appearances, for now, so eight meals would have to do.

That way, everyone had leftovers for a few days.

You take a seat on the small, simple chair that sits in-between the two grandest chairs that always were in the dining room as five more sit on the other side of the long table. A beautiful, silky red tablecloth sits on the grand table as dishes appear on the table as servants rush to and from the kitchen. 

After the feast is set out, everyone scampers away except for Kazuha and Yunjin. Yunjin is holding a bottle of red wine, dressed in her finest, as Kazuha holds a bottle of “red wine” in a beautiful black dress with the new addition of a shiny golden necklace. Both girls sit on the short end of the table, far away from the door on the other side.

The first people through the grand mahogany doors are the guests, all five of them at once. You’re able to profile each of the girls - their travel documents were enough to go off of. JiU, the taller, black-hair seamstress, takes a seat at the leftmost section of the table. Next to her was SuA - one of the two girls who didn’t have any occupational description, but her light-brown hair sits gently on her shoulders in radiant curls. The girl in the middle - Handong, the hunter - sits confidently in the middle. Her eyes challenge yours as you, as innocently as possible, toss the paperwork towards her.

“They fell out of your coats when you were rushed into your rooms,” is the bare bones excuse you give.

“It’s alright.” The red-haired girl, Siyeon, offers you a smooth smile before grabbing the papers and redistributing them. The Songbird, the girl whose voice could calm anyone from a mile away.

The last girl is completely silent, but the pink-hair shines bright in the dark, moody room. Gahyeon, the second girl with so little information with her name, doesn’t sit until SuA sends her a pointed glare. Gahyeon immediately falls into her chair with a sharp thud.

Their eyes follow you up and down, like an animal hunting their prey. They’re trained killers, but not better killers than the two women you live with. These five girls have killed with knives or guns or poison, but they haven’t ripped apart another human with their bare hands. Safe to say, it would be a bloody, violent night.

~

Dinner was quiet and much less brutal than you were expecting. The five girls had a brilliant spread in front of them, enough to momentarily distract them from their goal. A meal is a way to anyone’s heart, but it also pushes their mind into a state of comfort.

Enough for them to not notice the extra liquid that was mixed with the wine. Not anything that would kill them, but enough to disarm them for a while.

You had plenty of wine - the less you remembered about tonight, the better. You weren’t black-out drink, but there was a noticeable flush on your face.

“Dear, I think it’s best if you rest for a while, hm?” Yoohyeon’s gentle hand on your right shoulder makes you look into her eyes.

“Wine’s good.” You mumble into your glass that Dami snatches from your hand. “You’re don't know how to have fun.”

“We can have fun later-“ Yoohyeon teases as you giggle.

“Yoohyeon, you flirt~” You try to smack her shoulder, but you miss it completely.

“We’ll talk in the morning, love, you need rest.” Dami sets your glass aside before helping you out of the chair. “You don’t need to remember what’s about to happen, but just in case, you should be far away. Yunjin, Kazuha!”

“Miss Lee,” Kazuha answers as she and Yunjin approach, “How can we help?”

“Take her upstairs, but not to the bedroom. You should be able to get her to the farther rooms in the east wing... preferably the one that’s the least dusty, if possible.”

“Got it.” Yunjin says as she places one of your arms on her shoulder.

Kazuha does the same with your other arm, and with one drunken foot in front of the other, you make your way to the east wing in order to rest.

~

The next time you regain consciousness, it’s completely dark outside. You’re sober, but the killer headache tells you that you had a bit too much fun last night. Luckily, a gentle hand combs through your hair as someone else places a glass of water and some acetaminophen next to your night stand.

“How do you feel?” Dami calmly asks as Yoohyeon cuddles into your side.

“ ‘m tired.” You mumble into your pillow - perhaps suffocating yourself would be more pleasurable than this headache?

Dami pulls the pillow back a few centimeters for your comfort (and safety, but she doesn’t know that).

Yoohyeon lightly grabs your sides before trying to erase the nonexistent space between you two.

“Yes, Yooh?”

“I love you~” She sings into your ear as you roll around and look her in the eyes.

“Is the kitchen a mess?” You deadpan as she nervously laughs.

“Would you be mad if I said yes?” Yoohyeon gives you a guilty smile before looking at Dami for help.

“We’re cleaning it up because we gave the servants a few days off. They put in a lot of last minute work that they deserve to be respected and paid for.” Dami explains as you lightly hit Yoohyeon’s shoulder.

“Ow.” She grumbles as you flick her shoulder again. “Can’t believe I let you disrespect me.”

“Move over, I want Dami to sit next to me.” You ask with as much sweetness you can muster as Yoohyeon reluctantly scoots over.

You move as well, but not before taking the medicine and a healthy sip of water.

You lightly pat the blanket as Dami takes a seat next to you. She gently grabs your hand while continuing to comb through your hair with the other.

Somehow, you managed to find your slice of heaven among beasts, the worst of the worst, but you wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.

Not when they’d live and die for you and for your honor.

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[insomniakisses]

Being the omega

General hcs;

- PROTECTIVE GFS

- anyone other alpha gets bear you without concent then its a problem.

- the unnies will have to be held back because otherwise there is BLOOD

- Handong and Yoohyeon aren’t much better their faces all scrunched up and arms around you

- gahyeonie is most likely to either pass a rude comment or practically make out with u infront of them.

- for the rest of the day you have to be next to them or one one if their laps

- practice always becomes ways to tease eachother

- jiu in grey sweatpants

- they love seeing you in their clothes because <3333

- u look adorable in them and u smell like your alphas

- CUDDLE PILES!!

- your all just piled on top of eachother watching movies or talking

- forehead kisses, cheek kisses and neck kisses 24/7

- alot of scent marking

- so alot one one or all of them just nuzzling into your neck and kissing your wrists

- the best babies is your sick <3

- make u soup, buy nesting supplies, warm hugs and kisses

- Siyeon will carry you everywhere

- if your ever sleepy from practice then piggie backs from any of them 🥺

- baths and showers together <3

- washing damis hair makes her relax so much

- handong and dami read to you if you cant sleep

- if not reading then they (the others too) will sing you to sleep

- just depends on whose bed ur in for the night

- sometimes they get a bit much and u just want your own space so they have a room thats like ur den

- has ur nest in and all ur essentials for relaxation

- when u first went in there the girls were kinda pouty and missed ur attention

- Gahyeon, Yoohyeon and Siyeon alot like lost puppies looking at the door to see if you’d come out

- when u finally did they practically jumped on u

- eventually get used to u needing space

- 7 alphas who all want ur attention 24/7 is alot.

Your heat

- they have when it should arrive on there phone calander

- prefer u dont use suppressants because of the effects they can cause

- but if u do then it is ur choice

- sometimes u have to for tours and there not all that happy especially if there put on rut blockers

- you spend ur head with whoever u want

- its 100% up to you

- alot of the time you change alpha per day because they get horny n jealous

- when u enter preheat sua will eat you out practically all day, saving her cock for your actual heat

- after heats and during cool down periods they make sure you eat and drink enough and have all the cuddles possible!!!

Jiu

- gets quite aggressive and possessive when her rut hits

- yall know when shes nearing a rut cause things annoy her alot more and her dick is pretty much always slightly hard

- pressed her face to your neck ALOT

- When her rut actually hits she goes straight to you

- her scent so strong that your practically beggin for her

- likes to slowly intensify her pheromone release to work you up

- her cock is massive so you have to be really wet and completely take her

- she only fuck you to the base of her cock

- cant handle it if she cant fit

- partially fear of hurting you

- but also because she thinks its a waste not to have her whole cock in you

- when she knots you she grunts so load as it slips in and pulsates within you

- her cum feels heavy even though its pretty runny

- makes you feel so full

- her cock definitely makes your tummy bulge and when she cums that bulge increases

- while shes coming and her knots at full capacity in you, she likes to grind and shallowly thrust into you.

- the wet tight feeling makes her head spin in addition to the whimpers u make

- her moaning is deep and loud

- shes rough tbh.

- takes you from behind.

- wraps her arms or big hands around your neck and pound into you hard and fast

- lowkey has a size kink 👀

- her balls slap against you and she just grunts and thrust faster watching you fall apart on her cock over and over

- leaves marks on your neck, jaw, shoulders

- anywhere she can reach

- her rut is typically a 3-4 day event

- so prepare for the brutal events of those days and then the soft aftercare after that

- kisses, cuddles, baths everything u want u get.

Sua

- BREEDING KINK

- LOVES eating u out

- if ur not in heat then she cums deep in both your holes before eating every last drop out

- she loves how u taste

- thinks she tastes fucking delicious

- so why wouldnt she

- she fucks you in missionary and will pin you to the bed with her body

- her legs preventing yours from closing

- if your in heat then she just fucks and cums fucks and cums

- u two dont leave until the two of you are sated and shes fully bred u

- her balls arent all that big same with her not

- her cocks sort of an average size but throbs ALOT

- she can get LOUD

- bites your neck

- marks you alot and tbh has a little thing for seeing you cry from overstimulation

- her ruts only last like 2 days tho

Siyeon

- shes bigger than average

- fucks hard and fast when shes really worked up

- BREEDING KINK

- I feel like siyeon has a tattoo on her hip

- if ur sucking her off and giving it little kisses, they way shed look n smile at u-

- It’s a little heart in your favorite color

- Kiss her tatoos please she goes soft 🥺

- i feel like ya know how some ppl have like thing like saying a safe word or double tapping their arm? All you have to do is stroke or kiss it and she will slow right down and ask if ur okay.

- Ofc if u outright say it hurts or to stop in a tone on pain, seriousness or urgency she will stop anyway

- just because she this big bad girlfriend doesn’t mean that she doesn’t love or want you safe because you’re safety is her main priority

- also feel like she doesnt really like seeing u cry during sex, even if its from pleasure she panics and is like “omg are u okay!? Does it hurt!? Too much!?”

- Might stop alltogether if u cry from her going rough, guilty even if u say ur okay

- like one time when you asked her to hit your ass harder she accidentally hit you too hard and you started crying

- And she immediately went soft

- No because she was so hesitant to do it but u asked so desperately that she did but the minute you cry and say it was too hard or it hurts her heart stops and she hold you close.

- If you want to stop the she will but if u want her to slow down and go soft the shell lay you down sort of in a spooning position and softly thrust. Giving you kisses and rubbing your hip or leg 🥺

- And then when you guys are done she brings you ice cream in bed

- Icecream, movies, kisses and cuddles

- Just a soft soft siyeon

- her ruts are between 2-3 days

Handong

- small cock, a little under average and it curves to the left slightly

- she likes to use your throat as her own personal cocksleve

- cumming deep in your throat is her fav thing

- holds you down on her cock and pinches ur nose to stop u breathing if u act up

- enjoys chocking and squeezing your throat

- especially while ur deepthroating her

- during the break of filming the office ep of dreamcatcher mind she made you suck her off under the table

- the other girls were so turned on that when they were leaving yoohyeon fucked you against the desk as u two were the very last to leave.

- shes a dom but that doesnt mean shes not gonna dress up in pretty lingerie and show her cock off for you.

- fucks you desperatly

- her pretty cock oozes such warm and runny come that it drips out of you

- buys a plug to stop that happening.

- her rut is about 4 days

Yoohyeon

- big cock

- few inches smaller than jiu but way thicker

- splits you open

- fucks you deep into the bed as she empties her balls again and again into ur cunt

- also has a breeding and choking kink

- she moans and whines alot

- Semi public sex is a turn on

- makes u ride her thigh

- marks u up

- leaves hand prints on ur ass

- spits on your cunt before fucking you

- cock throbbing in you while she cums and circles ur clit through your orgasm

- knots for a LONG time

- 45 mins is the average you can be there for almost an hour n a half

- she has big balls full of cum

- saves orgasms up for her rut

- brutal with great aftercare

- fingers one hole while fucking the other

- likes 69

- squirt on her face pls

- rut is about 3 days for her then she sleeps for a week 😂

Dami

- her dick is the smallest but god is it the thickest

- her knot too

- massive, heavy balls filled with thick cum

- knots your ass and pulls out fast before slowly easing it back in

- gaping u is something she lives for

- often leaves both holes gaping and full if thick cum

- pretty silent during sex

- will curse and moan under her breath

- DIRTY TALK

- ears go red when she orgasms

- nuzzles her head into ur neck

- worn out giggles after sex

- takes u for a bath and fuck u again

- fucks ur thighs to cum all over you

- likes to taste herself on your lips after a bj

- fists her cock until orgasm before cumming all over your ass or shooting her load into your ass while you spread your cheeks

- might work up to fisting your ass-

- very very freaky

- LOVES MUTUAL MASTERBATION

- likes making u squirt

- rut lasts like 4 days

Gahyeon

- totally needy during her rut. Pretty cock all hard and she’ll whine or groan as she waits for ur help. She doesnt seem the need to want to go to u so ud have to find her. Definitely likes being ridden when she’s like that. 😳😳☺️

- I feel like her weakness is you sucking her off, has such a thing for being punished by over stim or edging.

- shes so sore and eager from being in rut that not letting her cum can make her shout and try to top u.

- Shes bratty af so is punished quite alot

- Sucking her tip only when giving her a bj makes her so bratty cause your not taking her full length

- gets annoyed and pushes you down on her cock once

- My god did she regret it as soon as you looked at her

- You edged her for hours before then over stimulating her precious cock.

- Her cock all red, covered in cum and throbbing afterwards

- She was falling asleep so you had to clean her up and fight off her cuddles till after.

- She totally TOTALLY becomes attached to you like a koala after sex.

- Pouty, whiney baby

- her cock is so pretty and she tends to always have a red tip

- she has the cutest cock and when she get desperate to cum then the tip 100 percent gets a little more red. Also the faces she makes during sex-

- LOUD MOANS

- you top.

- her rut is about 5 days

#dreamcatcher #dreamcatcher x fem reader #dreamcatcher smut #dreamcatcher x reader #dreamcatcher imagines #dreamcatcher reactions #jiu x reader #jiu imagines #sua imagine #sua x reader #siyeon imagines #siyeon x reader #handong x reader #handong imagine #yoohyeon x reader #yoohyeon imagine #dami x reader #dami imagines #gahyeon x reader #gahyeon imagines

[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. 

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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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[belongtodeukae]

can you do 69 and 73 with dami please? love your writing <3

“Good girl… Just like that” & “Bet you can’t come without making a sound.”

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[11:13 pm] “you’re awfully quiet”, yubin commented in a voice from which you could sense a hint of boredom as you moved your hips against her, taking her strap excruciatingly slowly. she was growing frustrated with each passing second and you only shot a smile in return, keeping your eyes closed as you enjoyed the stretch. the strap she decided to use was bigger than usual, and the slow pace felt so good as you could feel every nerve of your walls practically jumping with the stretch. you didn’t feel a need to force out any sounds and simply enjoyed the feeling.

“it just... feels really good like this...” you sighed in pleasure, feeling yubin’s toned abs under your palms as you rested some of your weight on her stomach.

“yes, but...” she trailed off, holding your hips with both hands once they hit that highest peak in the air when only the tip of the strap was inside of you, and slammed her own hips upwards to connect them to your skin. the sound you let out resembled a scream more than a moan, your body almost paralyzed as you stayed in the same position due to the sudden movement. she repeated it one more time before letting her hips rest on the bed again and pulling your own down on the strap with the same force she used before, “...isn’t this better?”

broken moans and curses were spilling from your mouth as you picked up the pace to match the one yubin set, her hips occasionally thrusting to meet yours so you could feel the strap deeper and deeper, hands flying to the headboard above yubin to steady yourself against it, “good girl... just like that”, she praised you, one of her hand sneaking up your chest to rest against your neck, gripping it lightly.

yubin felt the slight stuttering of your hips, looking down at where your centers were meeting, a smirk gracing her lips along with a slight mock frown on her face, “are you gonna come for me, princess?” her voice was obscene, as if she was mocking you, “i bet you can’t come without making a sound”, one light slap across your ass was enough to send you crashing towards pleasure, unable to try and care about keeping it down as your vocal chords started burning with all of the screams and moans passing through them.

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[kit-kat-katie]

Sugarcoat

A/N: I wanted to write something in the spirit of back-to-school season since I will be heading back next week. :( If you've already started or if you're starting soon, best of luck with your semester!

TW: Reader is gossiped about

Pairing: Dami x Reader (platonic to implied romantic)

Summary: Your life in college has been nothing but empty rumors and failed promises. The introduction of a new seat mate changes how you view the people around you, and how they view you in return.

Sugarcoat, I cast off

Whatever you say about me

Being reserved made you mysterious, and mystery caused rumors to cloud around your everyday movement and activities. Your dating life tended to be the worst of them all as classmates and co-workers alike would often pin you to be a player or completely uninterested in everything. You simply wished to sit next to someone and not see them lean over to talk to someone else.

So, you kept in your shell and kept to yourself. People didn’t need to know anything more about you then you would tell-

“Can I sit here?” 

A warm, deep voice snaps you out of your thoughts. 

“Sure.”

You gently observe the brown-haired woman who sits next to you. Intro to Philosophy, a social studies credit for your major, would prove to be more interesting than you thought. You notice that she pulls out a laptop that is well-endowed with stickers on the back.

“I like the stickers on your laptop.” You quietly say as your professor enters the classroom.

“Thanks. They’re just from different shows and musicians that I like.” She pauses for a moment as you continue to observe the different logos and characters on them. “Would you be interested in a tour?”

A light smile appears on your face - a rarity in class, especially by another person.

“I’d like that.”

Just move, as I want

Dancing for myself

“You take dance classes?” You ask you spot her daily schedule as the background on the computer. “Sorry, that was invasive and weird-“

“It’s just once a week with a close group of friends.” Dami explains before opening a browser to prepare materials for today’s class. “What about you? Any remarkable interests?”

“Nothing that you haven’t heard from others before, I’m sure-“

“I’d much rather make my observations in-person rather than by rumors.”

“I-“ You pause as a slight bout of embarrassment crosses your features. “I think that’s the first time someone’s spoken to me instead of about me.”

“It’s a shame, really,” Dami glances at you before the professor starts class, “they’re missing out on a great person.”

Another first happens within two weeks - someone manages to make your heartbeat quicken.

Don’t sugarcoat me, baby

Complex is over-rated

You like to simplify the world around you - it makes your life so much simpler. The grass is green, the sky is blue, and you most definitely have feelings for the mysterious yet kind girl who goes out of her way to always sit next to you or save you a seat whenever you have class.

You think that she’s caught on to your feelings as her hand lingers on yours when she’s looking at your computer or how her eyes catch yours when the professor goes off-topic every class period.

“You’re strange,” You comment as your professor talks about their dog again, “but I don’t mind.”

“Me?” Dami chuckles softly. “I think that’s the first time someone’s said that to my face.”

A light smile plays on your features as you notice your classmates aren’t paying you any mind - it’s so relaxing  to know that you’re not under the microscope of your peers.

“I like that you’re strange, you’re like me,” You pause to still your beating heart, “but I was wondering if you’d like to get lunch sometime?”

“With you?” A warm, inviting smile stays on her face. “Absolutely.”

The transparent moonlight

Pours out, more freely

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[dark-night-insomniac]

My Valentine

| Dreamcatcher Dami x GN! s/o

| Genre: fluff, tiny angst, also a quickly written story

| 1k words ~

A/n: for Katie :) @panda-writes-kpop

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Being separated from your lover on this day wasn’t anything new. With both your lives came immense responsibilities that none could escape.

Stuck at school, you impatiently waited for the day to be over. You dreamed of coming back home to her, to feel her warm embrace and the endless comfort and love she provided you.

On the other side, Dami was patiently waiting for her day at the studio to be done with. She knew great things took time, and if doing her job right meant she’d see you earlier, then she was more than willing to be patient.

Luckily for her, unlike you, her day was cut short.

Dami had prepared for this day. Although she hates to admit it, she’s been thinking about it for months, trying to find the perfect way to make this day perfect for you.

Would she prefer going out? Staying at home? Dami decided on the first option, seeing as though you'd be coming back from a long day out at school.

Staying at home didn’t mean she was gonna let it get boring though. She had a very special list with her, which she had written months prior without ever letting you know.

As she got out of work, she took her special list out to start her journey to what she hoped would be the perfect valentine's day for you.

She had wanted you both to stay home today, but seeing how important your studies are to you, she let you follow your heart. Resulting in you going to study at school and working hard like you always do.

But before she could let you go. She pulled you back into her embrace, leaving another lingering kiss on your lips. Letting her hands gently caress your hips before hugging you close.

Dami wanted to cherish every moment with you, forever trying to remind you how much she loved you.

You truly were a miracle to her, a source of light in this sometime dark world. Someone that reminded her why life was so worth it and how amazing it could be.

She kept thinking about you every second of the day. And now, as she was making her way to your favorite coffee shop, she couldn't stop herself from smiling as images of you were replaying in her mind.

Although this was a coffee shop, Dami would be getting your favorite milkshake here.

After getting the largest size possible, she made her way to a nearby bakery to get some of your favorite treats.

Next was the flower stand near your shared apartment. Dami picked many different colored roses to make a bouquet that reminded her of you.

Now that all her errands were done, she made her way up to your apartment, unlocking the door before placing all her gifts on the table.

She decorated the apartment with a few red colored decorations before ordering takeout from your favorite place.

After giving out the address, a knock was heard on the door.

She quickly looked at herself in the mirror, trying to tend to her appearance quickly before opening the door.

Calmly, she greeted you with a charming smile. ‘’Welcome home my love’’ she offered her hand to you, making you follow her to the living room, where her gifts were spread out in the shape of a heart.

You gasped at the sight, immediately kissing her soft lips to thank her before kneeling before the table.

Dami watched in admiration as you excitedly tasted every treat and smelled all the flowers.

When you turned around to thank her once again though, she had yet another surprise.

She sat beside you before pulling from behind her two panda plushies. The both of them were adorably stuck to each other, holding a heart together.

‘’It’s us’’ she smiled.

You cooed at her before jumping to her, making her fall from your hug. She giggled while rubbing your back as you laid on top of her.

‘’You really are a simp’’ you teased her, making her ears turn red.

‘’Only for you’’ she replied before muffling your laugh with her lips.

Before she could tease you back at how she successfully stopped you from laughing, a knock was heard yet again, meaning your dinner was here.

She grabbed her wallet before opening the door to pay. Now placing the food before you on the small living room table.

She put on your favorite comfort tv show and brought you a glass of water to help with the food.

——

About an hour later, you were both full and comfortably laying on the sofa

Dami had even applied a clay mask to your face to help you relax, taking it off gently with a warm towel while your head was laying in her lap. She then massaged your temples before leaving a kiss on your forehead.

Although you felt sleepy, dami had one last surprise for you.

Carefully getting up from the sofa, she grabbed her phone to play one of your favorite songs. When you realized what she was planning, you couldn't help the smile spreading on your face.

Dami slightly bowed before offering her hand to you. ‘’Would you allow me this dance miss?’’she grinned

You stood up to join her, both your bodies quickly colliding in a warm embrace. As she swayed you within her strong grip, you let your head lay on her chest.

Although Dami wasn’t one to express her feelings with words, she gave you the words you had been waiting for all day.

‘’I love you so much’’ dami said through a slightly blurry vision, feeling forever grateful to have you

‘’I love you too baby’’ you replied before cupping her face to give her a kiss the both of you wouldn't be pulling out of for a while.

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[foolish-sparrow]

I think your reactions are amazing! And I was hoping you could do one on Dreamcatcher reaction to their s/o think they're not good enough for them?

A/N: Thank you for the request and the compliment friend! I hope you enjoy :)

Warnings: Mentions of self-loathing, not thinking highly of yourself. Nothing too deep, I don't think

She was perfect. Devine. You thought the world of her and knew she could capture the heart of anyone she desired.

But she chose you, and sometimes you're not entirely sure why.

Absolutely stunned when you first mention this to her. Well, you didn't outright say it; more of a shy mumble, but she heard it

Doesn't actually know how to react at first, the shock is just so strong that none of her other functions seem to work

There are those thoughts, the guilty ones wondering if she hasn't been showing her love enough, hasn't been telling you how she feels

But that wasn't the case. You will always be firm on that front, but those self-deprecating thoughts can run amok sometimes. Leaving you questioning your worth

Once that is made clear between you, Jiu sees it as her personal mission to banish such thoughts away

She loved you, well and truly, because you were you

Sua actually physically jolts the first time you admit these feelings to her. The immediate "what do you mean?" Cementing that she had never seen you as someone who wasn't good enough

She treasures you. And, okay, she might not always know how to properly convey that doesn't mean it isn't true

"After all," she adds, a soft smile blending in with a teasing glint in her eyes, "you are the only person worthy of my love."

Humor is usually her go-to whenever these feelings arise, but she can and will be soft and comforting if that's what you need instead

Likes to take you places whenever it hits deep. Just the two of you

Spending time with the quiet affection helps you to relax, and her presence so close to yours will always make you feel better

Siyeon values her communication, no matter how that happens. You knew this, but encouraging the bravery to tell her you were having these kinds of thoughts was a struggle

Mainly because there was a small part of yourself fighting back. Reminding you that these feelings were not true -- that you were, in fact, more than enough to be by her side

Sometimes that voice doesn't yell loudly enough, though. And during those moments you flip flop from avoiding her and seeking out her company

But, yeah, Siyeon wasn't having it after a certain amount of time. Your words striking deep within her chest

Her first instinct will always be to bring you in closer. To have the close intimacy help soothe and comfort

It does work sometimes, but when it doesn't Siyeon is always there with an "I love you," ready and waiting

Handong quite literally malfunctions when you first admit this to her

Like, her mouth opens to say something but then no words come out and she doesn't move a single muscle. Far too unprepared for this situation

She does not know what to do. Her genuine yet slightly shaky words of, "you do know that's not true, right? I've always thought you were perfect for me."

You do know this. At least, there is a part of you that does. But Handong was just so perfect you do fail to see why she chose you out of everyone in the world

You both take this as a learning experience for your relationship. Handong finds out the ways in which you are most comforted when these thoughts arise, and you take the time to go through the emotions and find the high worth you had all along

It deepens your feelings all the more, which you didn't think was possible

Yoohyeon honest to god felt like crying when she first found out. In fact, you're pretty sure that she did have tears in her eyes

It's just.... you mean the absolute world to her. She treasures you dearly and so to find out you thought this way about yourself truly does break her heart a little bit

Does everything she can to eradicate them. Tells you she loves you every 5 minutes, takes a hold of your body and doesn't let go until they give in. Everything

Truth be told she is a little stumped on how to approach this, but she is a master of affection, and to you that is more than enough

You both take the baby steps, and, eventually, you both make it out on the other side

Love wins once again

No amount of reading could properly prepare her for how to tackle a situation such as this

Thankfully, for the pair of you, her logical side kicked in at the right time. Dami making sure that you were in a place you felt the safest with your favorite drink/blanket/movie

She would ask you to try and explain your thoughts and feelings, hoping that simply speaking them aloud may help

It did somewhat, you admit, and again you did understand that they weren't true. Dami would always be honest with you in that regard

In fact knowing that Dami would never be with someone she held no feelings for was another factor aiding the dark clouds

And she held no qualms reminding you of this, all with a tender smile and a small kiss on your forehead

Having Gahyeon as your best friend as well as the one who owns your heart actually made the process all that much easier to bare

She was, of course, absolutely heartbroken to hear that you didn't think yourself good enough for her, but the two of you managed to talk about it with relative ease

Her disposition made it easier. She had always been someone that you could find yourself talking to for hours, and having that now allowed you to go through the process of banishing the self-loathing

And so that's what the two of you did

Gahyeon mainly kept quiet, allowing you to form a thunderstorm into words, and them sometimes adding her words of adoration for you whenever she thought you needed the boost

She loved you, and after the conversation you could safely tell yourself that you more than deserved it

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[hotlink907]

request: dami x fem!reader orgasm denial

pairing: dami x fem!reader

genre: smut

warnings: edging, dom!reader, teasing reader

Dami pretended to be tough. Well, no, maybe that wasn’t right. She wasn’t exactly pretending. She was tough, there was no denying that. Until you got your hands on her at least. Part of the fun was breaking her down and getting underneath that cool, calm, and collected mask that she was so good at wearing.

Because underneath that mask, you knew what was really there.

Oh, she wasn’t a sub. More of a switch, really. But when you wanted to bring out her sub tendencies, all you had to do was edge her. Over and over again. It never failed to bring out the whiny, needy side of her.

And it was cute as hell too.

This time, you didn’t even tell her you were going to do it. It started off as things so often did--with you on her face until you came messily all over her. That was usually a good sign that she was going to be nice and submissive.

“Now it’s your turn,” you said lovingly as you climbed off of her, taking in her fuck-drunk eyes and the way she seemed to worship you with her gaze.

“R-right,” she stuttered.

You smiled to yourself. So cute.

“Let me see,” you said, placing one hand on each of her thighs. “Let me see how wet you are for me.”

Her eyes were wide as you gently spread her legs, exposing her pussy to you. You licked your lips. “I think I need a taste,” you murmured.

“Yes,” Dami whispered. “Please. I want your tongue so bad.”

You could tell that she had no idea what you were about to do. You wondered if she even knew that she was teetering right on the edge of her submissive mindset. All it would take was one little push to send her over the edge.

You placed yourself between her legs and began to work your tongue, running it over and around her clit just the way you knew she liked. You could feel the muscles in her thighs. You knew just how strong she was. And that was why you liked showing her just how easily you could break her down into a mess, just with the tip of your tongue.

She was already moaning, already reaching down to grab your hair. You allowed, but only for now, so that you could better surprise her when she got close. Which was happening soon, judging the volume of her moans. She would get embarrassed by it and try to hide it, but you knew that she almost always came fast for you.

“Oh, baby, I’m gonna--I’m so close--”

You looked up from where you were, between her thighs, and saw her eyes scrunched tight in rapturous pleasure. That was the only sign you needed.

You pulled back your head, resting your arms on her thighs, and waited for her reaction. You only needed to wait a second.

Her eyes sprung open wide, and you could see her slit clenching and unclenching. “W-what? What are you doing? Don’t stop! I was just about to--”

“I know,” you said smugly. “Trust me, I know.”

“But that’s...” Her voice trailed off as she realized what was happening. “Oh no. But...”

“Do you want more?” you asked, knowing that she couldn’t help but say yes.

“Yes...” she said stubbornly. “But only if you let me cum.”

“I’ll let you,” you said. Eventually, you added silently. Maybe.

Without any warning, you started on her clit again, cutting her off and preventing her from anything else. You could tell she was trying to hold back. She was trying to not let you see how much you were affecting her. She might have even been trying to slip an orgasm past you, but there was no way you were going to let that fly.

You gripped her thighs, massaging and stroking them, your hands teasing her skin as your tongue began to bring her to her second edge. Her muscles tensed--her back arched--and you pulled your head away, slipping your hands under her butt and squeezing her firm cheeks as she edged.

Dami whimpered. “No! That’s not fair! You can’t just--”

“I can’t? I can’t what?” you asked. “I just did. Do you want me to do it again?”

“No!” she protested.

“Oh, alright,” you said. “You want me to stop. I’ll stop.”

“Wait!” she protested, unable to think straight. “No, don’t, I need more!”

“You need more edges?” you asked wickedly.

“I...” she huffed. “This isn’t fair!”

“And that was only two edges,” you said. “How many more do you think you can take before you’re begging?”

Her thighs were starting to tremble and you could tell that she finally understood what she was really in for. “P-please go easy,” she said.

“Where’s the fun in that?” you asked, slapping your palms on her thighs. “Ready for your next edge?”

She nodded, helpless to stop you. She didn’t even want to stop you. You could see it in her eyes. In the way she gripped the sheets. In the way she was dripping onto the bed, uncontrollably turned on by your show of dominance, by the power you held over her.

“Good,” you whispered, your face only a few inches from her wetness. “Because it’s going to be a long night.”

She cried out once again as you began to taste her. You knew that she was only going to get louder and louder. And then, maybe, if you felt nice, you would let her make a mess of herself, and release all the tension that you had only just begun building up in her body.

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[hansols-yoda-boxers]

Oct 29th [Dami + Exhibitionism]

[10:17] The movie playing on the screen was utterly boring you. A pout formed on your lips as you leaned into Yoobin’s side. Your arm wrapped around hers under the blanket you were sharing, trying to signal to her that you were bored. Yoobin gave you a quick glance and soft smile before returning her attention to the screen.

You let out a quiet huff, looking around at the others. Bora was at the end of the couch, slowly eating popcorn with eyes glued to the screen. Handong was curled up in the armchair, half on her phone. And Minji and Yoohyeon were perched on a pile of pillows, whispering to each other about the plot. Everyone else seemed to be enjoying the film or at least keeping themself entertained but you just could not focus.

You pressed as close as you could to Yoobin, turning your gaze on her and giving her big, sad, puppy dog eyes until she met your gaze. She quirked an eyebrow and you mouthed “I’m bored” and followed it up with a pout for good measure. Yoobin rolled her eyes and tried to return her attention to the movie but you whined quietly, only loud enough for it to bother her, until she looked at you properly.

“What do you want?” she whispered.

“I dunno,” you replied.

Yoobin sighed. “Then what am I supposed to do?”

“Something, I’m bored.”

“Hm too bad. I like this movie.”

“Binbin,” you whined, loudly enough for Bora to shush you. Yoobin gave you a look that told you you were annoying her but maybe that would be enough to get her to go do something else with you.

Yoobin seemed to ponder you for a moment before she shifted a little. She took a hold of you thigh and urged you to move your legs over her lap. You did so, letting her rearrange some pillows and the blanket while you rested your head against her shoulder.

She rested her hand on your thigh and squeezed your leg, giving you a smile before looking at the screen again. You started to squirm, flustered with your own boredom and with half a mind to just get out of her lap and see if your phone was charged enough to play on. But she suddenly gripped your thigh roughly, keeping you from going anywhere while still watching the screen.

You swallowed hard, settling in her lap and hugging around her waist. She started to rub your thigh slowly and squeezed it a few times in the process. You closed your eyes, snuggling close to her and trying not to think about how you were starting to get frustrated in an entirely different way. You knew getting up was out of the question now so you just waited it out, wondering what she was thinking or planning.

It didn’t take much longer for you to find out as her fingers suddenly slipped higher up your thigh, pressing your legs apart slowly and playing with the hem of your comfy, loose shorts before slipping into them.

You gripped her forearm but she just gave you a sly look.

“Thought you were bored.”

“I-I am but-”

“But what,” She smirked, leaning in to murmur to you even more quietly. “I thought you wanted my attention.”

You hid your face in her neck, pretending to be cuddling with her as her fingers ghosted over your clothed clit. You pressed your lips together and held your body still as she started to tease you. Each slow drag of her fingers sent sparks of pleasure that started to warm your core.

“Binbin,” you mumbled.

“What is it, sweetie?”

“R-Right here?” You questioned, as quietly as you could as her fingers pushed your panties aside.

“What? Suddenly you don’t want my attention? It’s cute that you think I don’t know how much you like this.”

You bit down on your lip, not that she could see it, and squirmed in her lap. Her fingers dragged through your folds, gathering your arousal before dragging up over your clit and rubbing it in slow circles. Her words made your skin burn and the fire extended to the pit of your stomach as your mind started to fill with the thought that any of them might notice. 

Yoobin knew you too well. Or maybe you were just bad at keeping your fantasies to yourself. Either way her words only aroused you more. It had you trying to keep yourself quiet as she moved her fingers slowly, but it also had you peeking at the others in the room, wondering if they would look at you and what they would think, if they would call you out on it, or just give you a knowing look. If they would want to touch you too.

“Is there something going on in that head of yours or am I just that good?” She hummed. “You’re getting so wet so fast, sweetie.”

She dipped her finger into your core, causing you to jolt. You didn’t dare to look around you in case someone had seen but Yoobin wrapped her free hand around you, rubbing your back and humming to you to rest, clearly it had looked like you were asleep. You kept your eyes closed, shifting a little in her lap and pretending to get comfy before settling with your legs just a little wider than before.

Her fingers came back up to your clit and she applied more pressure as she moved in steady circles. You swallowed back the sounds that were threatening to slip from your lips as the pleasure started to build in your core. The warmth and need was filling the pit of your stomach and it took everything in you not to squirm. You did your best to keep your breathing even and not beg her for more, no matter how much you wanted her fingers inside of you.

Yoobin pressed a kiss to your temple as she suddenly started moving her fingers faster, pressing harder against your clit. You let out the tiniest of whimpers before pressing against her neck as much as you could. Your legs trembled a little, hips trying to move and having you shifting a little, pretending to get more comfortable while your hands clenched at her shirt under the blanket.

Suddenly, Yoobin pulled her fingers away. Your eyes snapped up. Looking at the sweet smile on her face as she leaned in and kissed your nose.

“B-”

“You poor thing,” you felt her wiping off her fingers against your inner thighs. “I promise we’ll go to bed after the movie, okay sweetheart?”

You nodded numbly, squirming in her lap and wrapping her in a tight hug. With your words muffled against her chest you grumbled to her.

“You’re the worst.”

“It killed your boredom, didn’t it?” She chuckled.

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[minjiarchive]

hi can you write DC reacting to their s/o being really affectionate with them? have a great day <3

DREAMCATCHER REACTION! when their gf is affectionate with them

a/n: havent done these in a long time 🫶

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JIU:

she loves when you are extra affectionate towards her!

your presence is already enough to make her day even better

she wouldnt even question it and would obviously go along with it because she doesnt say no to her girlfriend

minji has the softest spot for you and only you

shes so cute she'll laugh a lot (her laugh is so cute not to mention)

appreciates every single thing you do for her even if its just giving her affectionate

SUA:

sua doesnt question anything you do and shes so lost in you she admires everything about you

days when you are very affectionate makes her heart melt

she never gets tired of your love, shes too inlove with you to be focusing on anything else

shows you more affection with a big hug and a spin

"ill never find anyone like you, i love you so much."

SIYEON:

mind racing with thoughts (not in a bad way obviously)

making sure everyone knows shes yours

if she could hold you for an eternity, you know damn well she would

maybe you were a little tired and more clingy towards her

kisses spreaded all across your body, shes an overprotective gf!!

HANDONG:

HAVE U SEEN HOW HANDONG IS? MY GODD

she wouldnt know what to do cus her and siyeon share braincells

dongie is so gentle with you though so the only thing that would come to mind is rub your back and hold you

"i missed you, i love you so much"

dongie : "i know you do thank you"

she falls into your charms all the time

your small gestures towards her are special to her

YOOHYEON:

i love her so much :(

shes calm about it and kisses you when you come across eachother

shes like dongie too and very gentle with you

affection is one if the things she loves about you most and loves affectionate/clingy people

a bunch of "i love yous" come out

yoohyeon can hold back sometimes on showing you love but when you do it she goes crazy

DAMI:

dami can be shy in a relationship so you try to have her show her cute side to you

she cant resist giving in, she adores you so much

doesnt mind when you do this and actually loves it a lot

you're her safe place and she knows she can come to you about anything

the way you express yourself is something she wont get tired of, never

GAHYEON:

shes an absolute sunshine how can you not show her so much love

gives you that pretty smile of hers

she does her best to make sure you give her attention (LMFAO gahyeon like me fr)

cutest couple on earth i swear

shes no different than you so expect the same actions back from her, give her a long kiss? she'll kiss you back, etc

protect her at all cost! she likes being treated sweetly but she doesnt need to worry about that cus she knows she has the best gf in the world

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[urfavvodkaaunt]

10.47pm

Character(s): Yubin

Warning(s): Mafia-ish AU, slight mention of a weapon, drug use, shotgunning, getting high, grinding

From the very start, you knew that Yubin was not anyone ordinary. From the moment she stepped into the diner, she caught your eye with the presence she gave off. You kept an eye, occasionally peeking at her while you ate your late-night dinner when you finally had time to sit down after a long shift. It was almost a game of cat and mouse when you realized you almost got caught staring and you hurriedly looked down at your food, nervously pushing around at it. Again and again, you would push your luck as she lounged in the seat, elbows laid up and over the top of the barrier, as if deep in thought before occasionally flicking her gaze your way.

In one brave moment when you looked up, you were met with her looking directly at you, and in a moment of panic you lowered your gaze again, missing the way hers remained on you. There was a long moment of silence where you pretended to be busy with your meal, refusing to look anywhere but at the half-eaten, greasy plate of grilled meat you have taken from the kitchen before you heard slow, calculated footsteps approaching. When a pair of boots came into your cone of vision, you hesitantly looked up.

Only then did your eyes meet once again and the moment she opened her mouth to speak, you could feel the flush spread down your neck.

“I noticed that you were looking at me. I thought you might want a closer look.”

With a small smirk on her face, she made her way to casually sit next to you. For a second you thought you saw a glint of metal under her coat jacket but she quickly signed for you to continue to have your meal as she looked at you in amusement.

“This is a dangerous place to be working a night shift alone. How about I give you a ride back after your shift?”

It wouldn’t be right for you to say that she corrupted you, she kept you away from whatever she does during her time but it wouldn’t be wrong to say that she did corrupt you in another way.

Straddling her thighs as she slid down her seat slightly to spread her legs more, she studied you with lazy eyes as she reached over the armrest to grab a rolled-up stick between her fingers and bringing it back between the both of you. Taking barely a second to flick her eyes away as she lit it up, her hungry gaze was back on you again.

You watched as she took a long drag before turning her head slightly away and letting the curls of smoke escape her lips, free hand slowly stroking and creeping up your thigh and stopping at your hip, your uniform skirt separating her touch from your skin much to your disappointment.

Your guess was that you hid your displeasure poorly which pulled a chuckle out from the woman under you as she splayed her hand on your lower back and pulled you closer while she slowly sat back up.

"Did you want something?"

Lust clouded your mind at her husky tone, and words refused to form. All that you could voice out was a whine as you shifted above her, slowly lowering yourself on her thigh, subtly grinding down. She allowed you a few more moments of restless movement before her hand left your hip and she reached up to lead your lips closer to hers, finger under your chin, only to stop you with a thumb on your lips before you met with hers. Chucking at the confusion in your eyes, she traced the shape of your bottom lip. Barely brushing by your lips, you were overwhelmed with the scent of the blunt, and all you could focus on was her voice as she gave you a simple command.

“Breathe.”

The next thing you know was that fog filled your vision and hazily catching her hungry gaze through it, you inhaled, taking in the smoke and clearing up the view. Time seemed to slow to a freeze as you got distracted by the way the smoke traced the shape of her lips as it left and the way it curled prettily into yours. Seeing her smirk grow, you couldn’t help but droopily smile back and chuckle as you let the smoke escape your lungs in huffs.

Feeling the finger under your chin pull you closer once again, you realized that you had swayed away slightly through your laughter. This time, her finger led you all the way to brush against her lips and you could hear a faint “Good girl.” before her lips covered yours. Closing your eyes and lazily tilting your head, you let her take the lead as you feel her hand slowly trail down your neck, over your chest, and back down to your thighs before they finally slipped under your skirt and made their way up.

The thigh you were on reminded you of its presence as they lift slightly and the warm, large hand pushed you roughly down on it, encouraging for you to move. A moan escaped you but anything thereafter was swallowed by Yubin.

Through the haze of heated touches and overwhelming scents, you could only remember one thing before you blacked out. Yubin cooing softly into your ear; a vast difference to her actions.

“Such a good, pretty girl. I got you. You’re mine now, no one will dare touch you anymore.”

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[flooffybits]

Take A Look

Idol: Kim Yoohyeon, Lee Yubin (Dreamcatcher)

The answer has been there this whole time. It was just that no one really realized it until the damage was done.

Word count: 6.2k

Warning: mentions of alcohol and drinking, getting drunk, hopeless reader

☕buy me a coffee☕

A/n: this was just a little idea i came up with one day. reader is bisexual in this fic

Yubin watches from her seat as you keep your head pressed against the table, laptop open in front of you as you try and try again to come up with some lyrics that could possibly be good enough. She's been watching you wrack your brain for a good few minutes now, but with the way you just laid there in defeat had her sitting up from your bed.

"Do you need any help, unnie?" She inquires and you give her a grumbled response that has her chuckling a little before asking you to repeat your answer, successfully making you lift your head and pout in her direction. "Remind me to never attempt writing a song about love." You tell her and her smile quickly fades away and confusion quickly overcomes her features.

You weren't exactly joking, but she can't tell if you were serious either.

"What are you talking about?" She asks curiously, unsure where this was coming from before you let out a groan. “It all just seems so complicated. It’s hard writing about something you're not experiencing.” You say with a pout and the rapper was now frowning with you, albeit a little more confused. “Weren’t you going out with Minhyuk the other day?” She inquired and your face only scrunched up at the name before you buried your face into your hands, nodding begrudgingly. “He’s nice, yeah, but I just-”

At that moment, Yoohyeon came bursting into the room with a cheer, her arms filled with snacks and a wide grin on her face. “Date night!” She screamed, only to pause by the door when she saw the way Yubin was frowning behind you. What makes her drop the snacks, however, is your sulking figure slouched in your chair and she’s immediately pulling you into her before you even had the time to see her.

“What’s wrong?” Is her immediate question and you huff while leaning more into her. “It’s nothing, Yooh.” But she decided to look over to her girlfriend, only to see her shake her head in response, something she was quick to understand at this point. “I’ll head out so you guys can use the room.”

“You can stay.” Yubin interjects, seeing as Yoohyeon was refusing to let you go. You gave them a look though as you gently pry the taller woman’s arms from around you, giving her a gentle squeeze while showing them a smile that doesn’t quite reach your eyes. “It’s fine. You guys haven’t had a proper date since promotions started. I can hang out with the others.” You explain when you start gathering your things.

“But you’re upset.”

You paused at Yoohyeon’s claim, turning to the girl as she pouted at you. Your smile grew a little softer before you reached up to ruffle her hair in an affectionate manner. “I’ll be fine. Just enjoy your night."

Reluctantly, the pair watches you stalk off, shoulders slouched in defeat as you went to find one of the members, probably Dong or Minji.

"What happened?" Yoohyeon asks once she gently closes the door and picks up the snacks while Yubin purses her lips. "Another failed relationship attempt." She replies sadly, shaking her head when she takes some of the snacks. "She said to remind her to stop writing love songs." She says softly and Yoohyeon's frown deepens, saddened by your perception of love before letting out a breath when she takes a seat. "Last time it was no more dating, now no more love songs?"

Yubin could only hum, shrugging as she laid down. "I feel bad for her. Unnie has such a big heart, it's sad to see that no one can seem to take care of it." She wasn't angry with the people you've been seeing up to this point. She was just upset and disappointed with how many times this has happened.

You've had various other idols ask you out and you've given a lot of them a chance to see where things would go but… things never went as expected.

It was all just the surface, and once you got to know more about the other person, you found yourself distancing or vice versa. You weren't picky by all means, but you did know what your worth was.

..

Another day of promotions finally rolled in and you breathed out in relief before earning a poke on the shoulder. Turning your head, you see the teasing glimmer in Siyeon's eyes as she swayed on her feet, grinning as she gestured to the door. "You have a visitor." Is all she says and you're even more puzzled because you know for a fact that no one just visits you especially while you were working, unless you were notified beforehand.

"Who is it?" You inquire while getting to your feet, but the vocalist only grins as she waved you to the direction of the door. "You'll see, now go!" She ushers and you can't help but laugh at her antics as you walk out to see who was asking for you.

Though you were more than surprised to see Minhyuk, otherwise known as Astro's Rocky, standing there with a shy smile set on his charming features, along with a small bouquet of flowers.

"Minhyuk! What are you doing here?" You don't hide the surprise on your face, considering your last few dates weren't exactly… alright. But the boy only smiled while rubbing the back of his neck, sheepish. "I, um, wanted to congratulate you for your comeback." He mumbles as he toys with the stems of the flowers, only to remember who they were for.

He handed you the bouquet, which you gently accepted, before he let out another breath. "I know that I've been kind of a jerk with having to cancel our dates." He began and you felt your shoulders tense, suddenly feeling awkward with the subject, but he continued, failing to notice your unease.

"I was hoping to make it up to you." He mutters, a hopeful look in his eyes that has you struggling to say no, but luckily, someone was able to come to your rescue.

"Y/n!" A voice squealed out your name and you're suddenly encased in someone's arms, forcing you to take a step back from the male idol.

It looked like Minhyuk was just as surprised as he stumbled backwards, eyes widening at the sudden intervention, but says nothing as the girl detaches herself from you without releasing your arm.

"I can't believe I actually got to bump into you." The girl stated and you blink a couple times before offering her a soft grin. "You sound like you've been looking for me." You tease, finally feeling the tension leave your shoulders now that you weren't alone. "I'd be lying if I said I wasn't." She retorts playfully before finally acknowledging the male standing a few feet away from you.

She eyed him skeptically before smiling. "Sorry for cutting in. It's been a while since I've seen this one." She apologized and Minhyuk quickly shook his head, suddenly growing shy with his cheeks tinted pink. "It's no problem. I just… wanted to congratulate noona. So… yeah." With a final look, he finally walks away, leaving you alone, though you know that this wouldn't be the last time he tries asking you again. "I'll see you later."

"So… trouble in paradise?" The woman asks and you playfully roll your eyes. "That is if I do have one." You grumble, though the flowers were very nice. "He's not your boyfriend?" She asks, surprised, and you shake your head. "Not really. We just… went out a few times." You grimace at the poor description but that was the honest truth.

You've only managed to go out with Minhyuk maybe two or three times because of how often he had canceled the plans he made with you.

The brunette purses her lips at that before slowly nodding her head. "Well… if you're not doing anything after this, do you think I could take you out tonight?" She asks curiously and you stare at your friend for a while before snickering. "Is the Miss Han So Hee asking me out on a date?" You tease, but there was an odd feeling in the pit of your stomach as the older girl gives you a playful shove just to hide the heat rising to her cheeks.

"Oh, shut up." She pouts, drawing laughter from your lips before you give her a quick hug. "I'll text you after the show. I have to ask my managers first." You inform her and she only grins wider while nodding her head. "Great. In the meantime, I'll be watching you from backstage. Good luck!"

With a swift peck on the cheek, the actress soon ushered you back into your room where you're met with the mischievous smirk of your dancer and the curious gaze of your maknae.

"So…" Bora drawled out while you stood there, flowers in hand before passing it to one of your staff and politely asking them to keep it somewhere safe. "A date?" Gahyeon can't help asking and of course the word catches a handful of people's attention as they look at you. "Unnie, can I go out tonight?" You promptly ignored the way Bora was smirking and turned to your manager instead.

Yoohyeon looked a little conflicted when she heard Gahyeon's question, but said nothing, merely squirming in her seat whilst Yubin placed a hand on her knee.

Dong, however, caught her displeasure.

"What's up with you?" The Chinese woman questioned and Yoohyeon all but shrugged, looking nonchalant despite it being forced. "Nothing, just a little sleepy." She lies through her teeth and the older woman easily picks up on it before she turns her gaze to where you were, now being hounded by Bora as she tries to pry any information about your date tonight since you were given the okay.

"You don't seem too happy with Y/n seeing someone this time." Surprisingly, it's Yubin who reacts first. "This isn't the first time unnie's been asked out on a date." She quips shortly, expression blank. "I'm not expecting anything out of it." She says plainly, shrugging this time as Yoohyeon took the hand on her leg. "I just don't want her getting hurt anymore." The puppy mumbles while staring at your side profile.

Dong steals another glance at you, still a little puzzled by the couple's behavior. "Y/n and So Hee-ssi have been friends since Y/n started acting, I'm sure it won't be that awkward transitioning into a more romantic relationship with those two." Just like you two.

She didn't have to say it out loud, but the underlying message was loud and clear to them and they both struggled to grasp that it might be a possibility.

"But that's not always the case though." Yoohyeon argues, pout visible on her features. "Dami and I are always together. Y/n is an idol, acting is just something she does on the side. She won't always see So Hee-ssi." Dong playfully rolled her eyes. "Being around each other every time of the day isn't the only way to make a relationship work."

"Mics on, let's go!" Minji's cheerful tone cut every conversation in the room and all seven of you headed over to the leader before she started to lead the way to the stage, a pep in her step as she and Siyeon began to chat about what was previously happening in the waiting room.

The performance went on without a hitch, though the sound of the crowd cheering was able to revitalize everyone as you all exited the stage. There was even a skip in your step that made Gahyeon point it out with a giggle.

“Someone sure is happy.” She says with a poke to your cheek and you crinkle your nose at her before poking back, earning a squeal from the maknae before you wrap your arms around her. “I’m just glad that we can rest.” You respond while Dong rolled her eyes. “We all know you’re excited for that date you have.” She says bluntly, your cheeks burning a bright red before you release the maknae to swat at the Chinese woman’s arm.

“Yah!”

Yoohyeon quietly watched from the side, unaware of the pout that made its way to her lips before she spoke up. “How long will you be out for?” She questions and you look at her, blinking a few times. “I’m not sure yet, but you can stay with Dami if you want.” You assure her with a friendly smile.

But that wasn’t the answer she was hoping for.

As they watched you exit the venue with So Hee, Yoohyeon can’t wipe the frown from her face whilst Yubin merely gave her girlfriend a pat on the back. “She’ll be okay.” She isn’t sure herself, but she did trust So Hee enough to keep you company.

She only hoped that this date wouldn’t go sideways like most of the dates you’ve had in the past.

..

“It’s getting pretty late…” Bora noted after checking the time on her phone. Having just turned off the live, she was a little disappointed to see that you weren’t back yet. It was nearing midnight and you had another schedule in the morning.

Yubin turned her phone off after sending you another text. “She hasn’t replied either.” She mumbles softly when she wraps her arms around Yoohyeon’s petite waist. “Should we-”

The rattling of the doorknob caught their attention. And since she was the nearest, Bora opted to check on who it was, silently hoping that it was you, before she breathed out a sigh of relief when you came tumbling into her smaller stature.

“Yah! Where have you been and why do you smell like alcohol?” The dancer’s question caught the couple’s attention as they both stood up to see Bora struggling to keep you upright while she closed the door behind you.

Your eyes were droopy, clothes a little disheveled, and your cheeks were flushed.

Yoohyeon was quick to help you off of the older woman while Yubin quickly fetched you a bottle of water. “Did you drink?” Bora demanded and you slowly nodded your head, leaning on Yoohyeon’s shoulder as you struggled to keep your eyes open. “Be quiet or unnie might hear you.” You grumble, the dancer’s brows shooting up in surprise.

The pair brought you to the couch, the bottle set on the table while Yubin watched you with concern. She knew you weren’t exactly one to drink, so she’s wondering why on earth you were in this state.

“I thought you didn’t like drinking?” Yoohyeon asks for her, having the same questions as she made you sit up. “Alcohol sucks.” You slurred, but coherent enough for them to understand. “Then why the hell did you drink?” Bora asks calmly, and you honestly looked like you were genuinely trying to think before your eyes lit up and you pointed to the sky.

“So… So Hee unnie,” You hiccup. “She said that I was too… too tense. So she offered to buy me alcohol just so I could relax.” They struggled a little with your story, but by the end, none of them were too happy to know that you had gotten drunk.

“Didn’t she know that you don’t drink?” Yubin asks and you shake your head, which was honestly a bad idea when your world started to spin. “Could you imagine how embarrassing it is if I-” You cut yourself off as you threw your head back, thumping against the back of the couch but Yubin quickly places her hand on it so you wouldn’t hurt yourself. “If I told her that I don’t drink?”

“Yah! You don’t force yourself past your comfort zone like this just to impress a girl!” Bora scolded you, but you weren’t paying attention with your dazed state. “Unnie, there’s nothing wrong with not wanting to drink.” Yubin gently tells you while brushing your hair from your sweaty forehead.

“Yeah. There’s nothing embarrassing about it.” Yoohyeon backs her up immediately. “It’s okay to drink a little, but this is too much.” She murmurs while you let out a huff. “I don’t want to drink anymore.” You grumble, Bora laughing in disbelief before she patted your head. “I’ve heard that a couple times already, don’t worry.”

Turning to the two, Bora purses her lips before she shakes her head. “Can I trust you guys to bring her to your room while I explain this to Jiu?” She asks and Yubin immediately agrees. “I got her.” Bora thanks the two of them before she heads over to the leader’s room.

After making sure you drank your water, the couple carefully guided you to your room, sitting you down on your chair while Yubin fetched you some clothes to change into. Yoohyeon stayed by you to make sure you wouldn’t fall or hit your head.

“Tonight was a mess.” The taller girl heard you whisper, and she would have assumed you had fallen asleep if you weren’t playing with the ring you had on your forefinger. “I thought you at least had fun?” She asks, confused by your sudden confession. Yubin was quietly listening as she searched through your wardrobe.

You sighed in defeat before opening your eyes, frowning at the ceiling. “It was but… I don’t see anything happening with unnie.” You mutter quietly, almost as though you were ashamed to admit it. “She’s great and she’s funny but… I don’t know.”

Yoohyeon wasn’t too sure what to tell you as you closed your eyes again. She could tell you were disappointed despite your drunken state, but would anything she could say really do anything to help you, sober or not?

“I wish I could find someone the same way you and Dami have each other.”

Shoulders tensing, Yoohyeon immediately looked at her girlfriend, who had paused in her search before quickly grabbing a pair of sweats and one of your favorite shirts. She turned back to you, teeth sinking into the skin of her lower lip before she let out a breath. “Y/n, I-”

Seeing you had stopped moving altogether, Yoohyeon pauses before she gently places a hand on your shoulder. “Y/n?” The only response she got was your silent snoring, making her internally groan before she looked at her girlfriend, who was already staring at your passed out figure.

With a sigh, the rapper shook her head. “Let’s just get her to bed.”

As much as she wanted to argue, Yoohyeon nodded her head and helped with changing your clothes before carrying you to bed. They both just stood there for a while, quietly observing you, before Yoohyeon turned to her girlfriend, an unsure look crossing her features before Yubin pursed her lips. “Did you…”

Nodding her head, the rapper only took her girlfriend’s hand before ushering her up to her bed. “I heard.” She whispered, and they both went to sleep with your words being the only thing accompanying them.

It was a struggle to fall asleep, but they manage, not even waking up when you start to groan and feel the headache that was greeting you as you woke up.

You only blindly reached for something on your desk and you’re glad that you kept a personal tumbler on your nightstand. As you emptied its contents, however, you slowly came to the realization that you were in your own room. And seeing the clothes you were wearing, you silently wondered what the hell you had gotten into the night before.

You can only recall spending the night with So Hee, but the trip home and everything else was a little hazy.

Rising to your feet, you peeked at the top bunk to see Yoohyeon and Yubin sound asleep. The smaller of the pair had her arms around the blonde’s waist as they both slept and you couldn’t help but smile before quietly exiting the room in hopes of letting them sleep some more.

“I’m surprised that you managed to wake up this early despite what Sua unnie’s told me.” Siyeon voiced out when she saw you exit the bathroom, but she welcomed you into her arms when you sluggishly trudged into the main room. “I don’t know what I did last night.” You mumble into her shoulder and she chuckles softly while running her fingers through your hair. “I don’t know the details, but you did swear not to drink again… for the fourth time.” She muses while holding you and you only groan louder while sinking into her embrace.

Her laughter catches the other two people in the room’s attention and Minji frowns when she sees the state that you’re in before handing you a cup of tea. “How much did you even have?” She asks worriedly, knowing that you usually stopped whenever you knew you were reaching your limit, the only exception being during one of your birthday celebrations.

“I don’t even know what I drank.” You answer while accepting the mug and taking a small sip. Bora only shakes her head at you before setting the food on the table. “You’re lucky that some of us were still up when you got back.”

“You mean you waited for me again?” You ask playfully despite your poor state and she only scoffs before pinching your cheek. “I’m always waiting, especially when you aren't responding to our texts.” She retorts as you whine, pushing her hand away while Siyeon coos at your pouting face.

“I’m not happy with what you did. You made us worried and Yoohyeon and Dami both wouldn’t sleep until they heard from you.” She scolded and you shrank in your seat as the older woman reprimanded you.

A simple sorry wasn’t going to make it up to them, you were sure of that, so you let the dancer rant as much as she wanted, ignoring the sympathetic looks Minji and Siyeon were giving you as Bora began to scold you for your recklessness just to try and be impressive in front of someone.

Dong ended up catching the last bit when she walked into the room and she was a little confused to see you being scolded by the dancer but opted not to ask, seeing that you were obviously in no position to defend yourself.

She only sat next to you when things had cooled down and wrapped an arm around you in comfort. Neither of you needed words to understand the other. It was easy enough to understand her intentions even when she said little to nothing.

“What am I going to do?” You sighed out while feeling her fingers drumming against your arm. “Well, what do you want to do?” She shoots back, making you release another exasperated sigh. “I want to make it up to Sua unnie and Yoohyeon and Dami.” You tell her when Gahyeon takes a seat by the two of you.

Seeing the look on your face and how her roommate was currently comforting you, plus the sound of Bora’s voice last night, the maknae had no trouble understanding that you were at the receiving end of the dancer’s lecture.

“You could take them out, or buy them gifts.” She offers without batting an eye and you look up to see her opening a snack before your manager would come to pick you all up. “I’m not sure that’s going to cut it.” You tell her and Dong pats your head before she nodded in the maknae’s direction. “Those alone might not, but add in a proper apology - a genuine one, and you’ll be okay. I’m sure none of them were really upset, just worried.”

While you knew that was a fact, you weren’t usually one to worry your members, not like last night at least. Given the time you had left with So Hee, you were pretty sure that the girls slept much later than you think you did.

“Unnie, how are you feeling?”

You’re brought out of your brainstorming when you hear Yubin’s raspy voice, having just left your shared room looking for you. Seeing her made you abruptly stand up, and without thinking, you closed the distance between the two of you before wrapping your arms tight around her. Despite your aching head, you did it anyway and she was quick to reciprocate, though her brain was still waking up, she didn’t mind.

Knowing you were alright was enough right now.

“Did you sleep okay?” She asked softly and you nod against her shoulder while breathing in her scent, mumbling something she didn’t quite hear before she asked you to say it again. “Were you and Yoohyeon able to sleep properly?” You ask her, knowing how much Yoohyeon valued her sleep.

Grinning softly, Yubin nodded her head at you, giving you a tiny squeeze of reassurance before she nodded to your room. “Yoohyeon is still asleep, so I’m pretty sure she’s alright.” She answers, making you sigh out in relief before finally nodding, letting your shoulders relax and she’s happy to feel the tension leave your body.

Later in the afternoon, you make sure to treat your members to lunch, making up a random excuse, but Bora was able to catch on very quickly. After cornering you in the waiting room, the two of you had a proper talk before you finally felt your guilt fade away. And by the time you were back with everyone, Yoohyeon was clinging onto you just like she usually would with a cheery smile on her face, almost as though she didn’t fall asleep at nearly one in the morning.

..

Weeks after promotions, you were booked with various other schedules, ranging from interviews to photoshoots, to special clips. You had a lot planned for your fans and you were more than happy to give them something in return for their love and support.

“What made you pick this song, unnie?” Yoohyeon asked as she reviewed the recordings with you, opting to tag along since she was bored for the day with nothing to do. She just ended a live and decided to see who she could bother. And remembering that you were preparing for a special clip, she found her target.

“It’s a nice song and I thought it would be nice for Somnias.” Was your simple response, yet she couldn’t shake the feeling that there was more to it. This song was nowhere near your options when you first asked for her advice on what song to cover for your next special clip, but as her eyes skimmed over the lyrics sheet, she couldn’t help the flutter in her chest as each word was processed into her brain.

And as you stepped into the recording booth to sing, she listened to each word, the warmth spreading all over her body as you sang the song like a confession. The way you put your whole heart into it made her own beat faster, and as she thought about it, she couldn’t help but think back on what you told her.

“I wish I could find someone the same way you and Dami have each other.”

Could she not give you that?

But when the thought comes, she’s quick to push it to the very back of her mind to discuss with her girlfriend these confusing feelings. Of course, she’s always been fond of you, but to have her heart beat for you the same way it did for Yubin?

Thankfully though, her guilt doesn’t end up eating her alive because when they both join you for filming, you can’t stop fidgeting in your place until you spotted the couple approaching, both with smiles on their faces.

"Thank god you're here!" You practically jumped off your seat to hug the duo before taking a seat and Yubin is confused to see just how nervous you are. "Why are you squirming so much, unnie?" She muses and you whine while tugging at your shirt. "I don't know. I'm nervous!" You protest and they both giggle as they join you in sitting down.

"You're acting as though you've never filmed a video before. You even acted!" Yoohyeon teases playfully while you pout at her. "I'm used to having one of you around." You retort childishly and they both finally relent, knowing how your nerves usually kicked in.

Though Yubin did remember the song and asked. "By the way, unnie." She called for your attention and you looked at her. "Why this song?" She asks curiously while taking your hand, the answer still vague to both her and her girlfriend.

Grinning, you shrug your shoulders before the director asks to try another set. You squeeze her hand once and then let go. "Well, why sing a sad song when I could sing a love song?" You asked lightly before finally leaving the two alone and joining the rest of the staff to start filming.

All the while, they both silently watched as you brought your heart out into the song and the video, smiling to the camera without a care in the world and acting as though you were actually singing this song for someone.

In case you didn't know

You had my heart a long, long time ago

The release of the video earned itself a lot of love from many people. And while you had intended to only dedicate this song for your fans, you weren't expecting messages from some other people like Minhyuk and So Hee. Of course, you had gently explained to them that you could only see them as a friend, you were content with yourself now that you didn't have to constantly worry about finding love in someone else.

However, two of your members seemed to have plans of their own as they began to wrap up the rest of their own special clip a month after yours had been released.

When you watched it with them in your room, you couldn't help giggling at their playfulness throughout the whole clip.

"Are you guys secretly arguing or something because I wouldn't be able to tell?" You teased afterwards and Yoohyeon shook her head, though she can't fight back the smile threatening to fall on her lips at the sight of yours. "No, silly." She tells you while pulling you into her side.

"I was just kidding!" You defend with a giggle and Yoohyeon can't help it when she starts poking your side, making you gasp and hurriedly pull away from her. "Don't you dare!" You yelled, but the taller girl was already advancing, tackling you on your bed and digging her nails into your sides so your laughter could fill the room while Yubin just watched from the side with an amused grin on her face.

"Kim Yoohyeon! I swear!" You say in between laughter, but she only continues while dodging your own hands. "Dami! Help!" You screech, but she only smiles while raising her hands up in defense. "Sorry unnie, but this is all you." She says playfully. You can't even respond when more laughter comes tumbling from your lips.

It's only when you're breathless with a permanent smile on your face does Yoohyeon finally relent, both of you panting as you stare at the other. "You are so going to pay for that." You say in between pants, gasping for air and she crinkles her nose before lightly tapping your cheek.

"You needed a good laugh." She defends lamely and you roll your eyes. "Well I'm certain I'm getting one when-" Your words were cut off by a swift peck on the lips and when you looked up at the girl, you found her staring at you with a fond look in her eyes.

However that doesn't settle the panic that coursed through your veins when you realized what she'd done, covering your mouth with a hand before your eyes darted to the rapper.

Has she kissed you before? Obviously. All of your members have kissed you on the cheek, forehead, neck - you name it. But a kiss on the lips?

"What are you doing?" You whispered, terrified at what was happening but Yoohyeon's expression didn't change as she continued to look at you.

Had she lost her mind?

Yubin doesn't react though. She only let out a sigh when she saw the fear reflecting on your face before she gently ushered her girlfriend off of you. "Way to be subtle." She grumbles, and you're even more confused when she doesn't sound angry by the fact that her girlfriend had kissed someone else right before her very eyes.

"Am I missing something?" You squeaked out, pushing yourself up from the bed to stare at the duo and your roommate bit on her lip before smacking the taller woman's arm, earning a whine in response. "I told you to talk."

"I'm sorry! I couldn't help it!"

Grumbling, Yubin finally turned back to you, clearing her throat as she crossed her arms over her chest. "I know this might sound weird, but Yoohyeon and I have been talking-"

"Please don't tell me you broke up." Was your immediate response and both girls' eyes widened before they quickly shook their heads.

"No, no! It's nothing like that." Yoohyeon chuckles, waving a hand to calm you down before Yubin gently takes yours into her own. "We just did a little thinking." She tells you and you stay quiet this time, allowing them to get whatever it was off their chest.

"We both agree that it sucks seeing you get hurt." Yubin starts with Yoohyeon nodding beside her. "And maybe we were just being protective at first, but after that night with So Hee… we started to realize something."

"We both really like you. And I know that Dami and I are together but after we sat down and talked about our feelings, well… we thought that maybe you could give us a chance?" Yoohyeon finishes, a hopeful look in her eyes as she watches you.

They could both see the gears in your head working as you let their words sink in. They knew that it was a lot to take in. You had been the first person they told about their relationship, and they were nervous wrecks that time.

Now being asked to join said relationship? That was a completely different story.

"I…" They both hold their breath when you finally speak, brows furrowing together as you try to think of what to say. "So what you're saying is you both want to go out… with me?" You ask, uncertainty lacing your tone, but they nod nonetheless. "But you're-"

"Together, yes." Yubin says softly, being careful not to overwhelm you. "... Would that even work?"

They both manage to breathe a little. At least you weren't rejecting them right away.

"Of course! We've already been very affectionate with you, it's like we're just promoting ourselves to girlfriends." Yoohyeon chirps and you can't help but snicker a little at her words. Yubin ends up joining you as she lightly pushes the latter. "Why are you laughing? I'm serious!"

Yoohyeon pouted at the two of you as you giggled at her antics. "Seriously!" She complained and Yubin was able to calm herself down, chuckling as she patted the taller woman's arm. "Alright, alright." She turns back to you with the same fond grin, lacing her fingers with yours while she leaned against Yoohyeon's shoulder.

"Joking aside, unnie, if you're scared about things being weird, it's okay. We both have a lot of love to give and if you decide that you'd rather stay friends, we won't mind." She promises and Yoohyeon pouts a little. "I might mind a little." She mumbles quietly, earning a nudge from her girlfriend, and you smile at the two of them.

They've both been there for you through every date and potential relationship. They both stuck by you through your highs and lows. Honestly, you would be lying if you said that you didn't feel something for either of them. Always having them nearby, comforting and supporting you when you needed them managed to work with worming their way into your heart.

"What perks does being your girlfriend have again?" You ask lightly, and both of them light up when they see the playful glint in your eyes. "Well aside from the usual cuddles and dates, obviously, you get more hugs and kisses." Yoohyeon beams happily, her excitement rising as she practically bounced on the bed.

"Yoohyeon might have spoiled it a little, but…" Tugging you closer, Yubin soon let go of your hand before she placed both of her hands against your jaw. She held eye contact for a brief moment, giving you the chance to pull away if you wanted.

But when you only glance down to her lips, she smiles before finally pressing them to yours. Sighing softly when you reciprocate, but you both pull away when the girl next to her starts to whine.

"I only got a peck!" Yoohyeon protested and you both laughed before pulling the overgrown puppy over, both of you giving her a kiss on each cheek. "I told you I would get back at you." You giggle, and she honestly can't stay mad when you look at her like that.

They both share a smile over your head when you fall asleep sandwiched between them. Quietly promising between themselves, they'd take care of you.

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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

[wonsiren]

heyy how are you? i wanted to request smth i hope you enjoy writing it. The story would be between Dami and 8th member where the 2 have been dating for a while and the members know of it but since they’re both not the affectionate type, they never see them be affectionate with each other. But this one time, the 2 woke up earlier than the other members so they cuddled on the couch and kissed and acted really soft with each other so when the others woke up, they just found them really cute and low key teased them. sorry if this is confusing hehe

"although you're very endearing when you're half asleep"

just fluff

GN!reader, 8thmember!reader × Dami

wonsiren: hey anon, i'm fine and what about you? this was so cute and actually fun to write! hope you like it (the photos 😭)

It was a cold morning and dreamcatcher was finally having a rest time for once in a while. Last night the girls just got drunk without thinking about the next day, except for you and Dami, who were watching the whole scene with smiles on you faces.

When you woke up, the first thing you did was try to hug Dami, who was supposed to be sleeping by your side. But there was just your covers.

In sleepy steps and eyes you guided yourself almost unconsciously, looking for your girlfriend around the dorm. you searched the entire upstairs for her but found no sign of your girlfriend so you went downstairs only to find Dami sleepy-eyed watching tv (mutated, to not to wake her members, according to the angel she is) wrapped in the covers. "hey baby why are you down here when you should be showering me with hugs?" you said walking slowly towards your beloved "I couldn't sleep anymore, so I came here afraid to wake you up"

"You could have woken me up, I could have helped you to sleep. Now you'll be sleepy all day...although you're very endearing when you're half asleep" little by little you hugged Dami and got comfortable with her. (in my head, she would be looking like a bear under the thick covers😭) "you silly...but I'm glad your voice was the first thing I heard today" "I know. now be quiet, you're my pillow now" as you said, you lie on top of your girlfriend, belly to belly, faces (lips) almost touching. "you're so comfortable" "here, let's share the blankets. and if you steal them, i'll put my cold feet on you" "you're so annoying, i'm trying to make us look cute" "let's just sleep" at the moment that your girl closed her eyes to finally rest, you steal a kiss from her mouth "I love you, and you know it" you said as you stared at Dami's beauty

you were in a deep sleep, and all you didn't want was an interruption, but we can't have everything we want :)

when you felt a light in your direction, the only thing you did was open your eyes and there was the plague that stopped in your moment of peace and love, aka Kim Bora "what are you doing?" "taking pictures of the couple of the year" "you're unbearable you know?" "well if you're not our sweetest couple, you're so cute, i didn't know that" "insomnia will freak when see these pics, say goodbye to your auras of unfeeling members" gahyeon said with a teasing smile

"we don't give sh-"

BONUS: Vlive app - SuA, JiU

"insomnias, we have something to show you, but promise me you'll keep it a secret" "what will you show?" "Dami and y/n" Sua said while looking for the precious photo on her cell phone "here" jiu laughed while reading the comments of the live, talking about the photo of you and your girlfriend being two ice melted by each other. "they're not as bad as they seem, they bark but they don't bite" "when am i going to find a y/n for my Dami?"

#wonsiren #dreamcatcher #dreamcatcher scenarios #dreamcatcher imagines #kpop scenarios #gg imagines #girl groups scenarios #dami scenarios #dami imagines

[justalonelybitch]

Shining Star

Dreamcatcher x F!Reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Warnings: Mentions of death, illness, needles, loss of loved ones, hospitals, depression

Word Count: 4.5k

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Thank you to my co-writer @huggingmonster for letting me assist you in carrying out this lovely piece of writing! Please go and show her some love and support!

The faint hum of the car radio fell deaf in your ears, your eyes glued to the phone before you. Heart clenching as you read the message for the millionth time, a headache forming as you tried to comprehend it. She was gone. In the blink of an eye your sister's precious life was ripped from your grasp. Eyes stinging with tears that you stubbornly refused to let them fall, vision blurred as you turned your gaze to the window. Sinking your teeth into the soft pink flesh of your lips as hazy memories of happier days with her filled your mind. Your phone lay discarded on the seat, fingers curling into a fist as the blunt words of the doctor's message echoed in your head.

Ears ringing as your heart thumped in your ear, you focused your gaze on a crowd of people in the distance. They shared wide smiles, laughing with mirth as they spoke happily. Eyes zeroing in on a young girl, gorgeous dark locks held in a loose ponytail, her eyes gleaming with amusement. She looked like your sister, the resemblance was uncanny. Joyous giggles bubbling from her lips as she tilted her head back, covering her mouth in embarrassment at the volume of her cackles. 

So blissfully unaware of the agony that plagued you, a dark stormy cloud looming above your head. No one around you seemed to care for your heartache, going about their day as usual. You wanted people to know, not how devastated you were, but how amazing your sister was. She deserved recognition for always fighting through her hardships with a lingering grin on her lips. Never once did she frown when told of her inevitable demise. You wished to tell the world of her tale, her time on this earth may have passed, but the impact she left was far from gone. You promised to remember her till the end of days, and you were adamant about the rest of the world sharing your love for her.

Your feelings swayed endlessly between hurt from losing a loved one and content knowing that she was no longer in constant agony. As tears threatened to spill from your eyes, you wished desperately that you could cry. Forced to conceal your feelings behind a mask made the picture perfect idol life seem cruel. You plastered a dazzling smile on your lips as you exited the van that came to a halt, praying that no one would notice your glossy eyes. Waving at your fans, you feigned an expression of happiness, unable to bring a genuine smile to your lips.

It was times like this that you missed your members more than ever, they always knew just what to do in order to calm you. Minji’s kind smile and motherly nature, eyes filled with nothing but my sympathy as she would whisper sweet nothings in your ear. Bora’s booming laughter as she danced around the room, distracting you from your worries. Siyeon’s tight hugs, as she nuzzled into your neck, hand combing through your hair soothingly. Handong’s words of advice, encouraging you to fight your battles with her by your side. Yoohyeon’s clumsiness brings a grin to your lips, as she cluelessly stumbled over her words in hopes of comforting you. Yubin’s hand laced with yours as she listened carefully to everything you had to say. Gahyeon's shy smile as she leans her head on your shoulder, tracing nonsensical patterns on your collarbone, pulling you back down to earth. In some way, all the chaos that came with them seemed to hold a soothing nature. 

You were pushed right back into reality, the manager rushing you down the halls of the establishment swiftly. The bright white luminescent lights left back spots in your vision as you trailed through the halls, ushered quickly into a dressing room. People immediately swarmed around you, touching up your natural make-up and patting down your frizzy hair. It was a last minute offer you’d taken up in light of the recent news of your sister's passing. Being busy with all your schedules made you regret not taking more time off to visit her. So when your manager proposed an interview with a young terminally ill girl, you jumped on the opportunity. 

People deserved to have a beacon of hope in their times of hardship, your sister had you, but this young girl wasn’t so fortunate. You wanted to ensure that she had something to believe in, it helped make your sisters experience more positive, so you wished to do the same for others. Led to an unknown location by your manager, you stepped cautiously around the corner. An all too familiar head of hair greeting you, the frail figures had her head ducked, choppy bangs shielding her face from your view. 

Hair braided into intricate patterns, much like what your sister had requested from you while sitting idly in her hospital bed, always insisting that you made her hair look the prettiest. No younger than the ripe age of twelve, features more defined, figure unnervingly slim. Gone was the look of cheerfulness from earlier, replaced by sorrow. Eyes telling a tale of heartache, frown etched on her face as she sat stiffly on a bench. Audibly gulping at the all too familiar sight, you clenched your jaw, willing away the tears that brimmed in your eyes. 

Taking the seat beside her, you glanced wearily at the hidden cameras. “Hello, I’m Y/n,” you introduced, plastering a sweet smile on your lips. She raised her head slowly to meet your gaze, eyes blank as she bowed stiffly. “Hi, I’m Sunhee,” she spoke sombrely, with no strength to fight anymore. Your heart dropped at her monotonous way of speaking, sighing before you continued. “It’s nice to meet you Sunhee,” you widen your smile, hoping she would mirror it. 

One of the producers ducked his head out from behind the camera crew, looking at you with intrigue. “Sunhee, why did you make the decision to participate in this show?” He asked with a script in hand, gazing at the younger girl with kind eyes and an encouraging smile. She carefully pulled a folded piece of paper from her pocket, staring down at the scribbled words. “I’ve spent most of my life trapped in the same four walls, needles poking into my skin and the same bland food everyday. I know I’m a lost cause, but before I go I want to experience the things all kids my age have, going out to amusement parks on weekends, holidays with my family, playing stupid games just for fun. I want to be a kid, not some precious locked up sick girl.” She spoke passionately, the corners of her lips tugging up as she continued.

“But my doctor says that I can’t, apparently it will only worsen my condition. I don’t understand why they still bother, I’m incurable after all. I may as well spend my last days ticking off my bucket list, rather than being hauled up in a dull room.” Her words made your heart clench, she deserved to live a happy life, even if it was short. Sighing, you looked towards the staff hesitantly, but they all cowered behind their cameras. “You remind me a lot of my younger sister Sunhee.” You exhaled shakily, willing yourself not to break down on camera. You had to be strong for her.

“Her name is Daeun.” You spoke of her in present tense, grinning as you reminisced about your time with her. She’s very pretty just like you and she’s got a heart of gold. Always strong minded and ambitious.” You smiled somewhat bitterly, eyes shining. “Unfortunately she got very sick a few years ago, and the doctors told her she wouldn’t get better.” You quickly wiped away the tears that stained your flushed cheeks, a watery chuckle rumbling in your chest. “But she never let that wipe the smile off her face,” your voice wavered, looking down at the girl before you.

“All she wanted was to spend her last days here on this earth having the time of her life. So although it may help your condition, sitting in a hospital room for the rest of your days isn’t living, Sunhee.” The young girl looked up to you hopefully, eyes sparkling with excitement. “If it’s okay with your parents, would you like to have some fun?” You asked playfully, holding your hand out to her. She jumped to her feet, unable to contain her eagerness any longer. “Eomma, Appa, can I go with Y/n unnie?” She waved to them, beaming with joy as they nodded their heads.

“We just want you to be happy, Sunhee,” her mother spoke, smiling tearfully. “Have fun sweetie,” her father spoke, nodding appreciatively to you. Without a second thought, she took your extended hand. She was now unable to wipe the toothy grin off her face no matter how badly her cheeks ached. “So, what would you like to do first?” You asked enthusiastically, encouraging her to choose anything her heart desired. “Carnival!” She cheered without missing a beat, eyes glowing as you nodded at her request.

~~

The day was filled with endless giggles and as much junk food as the two of you could shove in your mouth. You were equipped with a camera and the staff let you run around the fair like wild animals. “What’s next?” You asked Sunhee, clearly enjoying this just as much as she was. You let yourself relax and just enjoy the day, knowing your sister would want you to be happy. Although there was  still a sense of bitterness lingering deep within you, for now you focused on the girl before you.

“Can we go on the ferris wheel?” Sunhee asked, tugging on your sleeve. “Of course we can. I see you saved the best for last,” you grinned, letting her pull you towards the main attraction. Before you knew it, they settled on the ride, cruising up to the highest point. As it came to a slow speed near the top, you gazed up to the sky in amazement. It was painted with vibrant pinks and oranges, the golden hue of the sun lighting up the grounds below you. It was as if you’d been blessed by the heavens, a message sent to you by your beloved sister.

“Unnie, do you think I can go to your concert?” Sunhee asked timidly, pulling you back to reality. You turned to her with a smile, wrapping your arm around her shoulders. “Definitely, my members would love to meet you.” You grinned at the thought, the ferris wheel beginning to pick up its pace once more. “Your sister could come too!” She spoke innocently, leaning her head on your shoulder tiredly. “Maybe someday, I’m sure she’d love that.” You blinked back your tears, not wanting the young girl to see you like this.

As the ride came to a halt, you lifted the sleepy girl into your arms, carrying her back to her parents and the production team. “Thank you for today unnie,” Sunhee mumbled, grinning bashfully as you set her down on the ground. “I should be the one thanking you, today was really fun!” You said sincerely, “just promise me one thing Sunhee.” She looked up to you curiously, blinking rapidly to stay awake. “Promise me that you’ll keep smiling and having fun.” You sniffled, holding out your pinky to the young girl.

“I promise I will Y/n unnie!” Sunhee proclaimed, linking her finger with your own. “See you soon unnie!” She said happily, wrapping her arms around your waist for a warm hug. “See you soon, Sunhee-yah!” You cheered, patting the top of her head. She exaggeratedly waved to you as she ran towards her parents' open arms, while they sent thankful smiles your way. Only once the girl was out of sight did you let the tears fall freely down your cheeks, a pained smile gracing your lips.

~~

The girls were all scattered around the lounge, eyes glued to the television screen. They perked up at the sound of the door creaking open, Yubin pressing pause on the movie as you stumbled into the dorm. “You’re home!” Yoohyeon exclaimed from the couch, the dimly lit room masking your tear stained cheeks. “Y/n?” Minji called out to you after a beat of silence, the faint sniffles from you had them jumping to their feet in alarm. Bora scrambled towards you, cupping your cheeks when she reached your dishevelled figure.

“What happened, baby?” She asked, concern evident on her face. You opened your mouth to speak, but the only thing that slipped past your lips was a broken sob. Bora pulled you into her, holding you tightly as you collapsed in her arms. Siyeon was already behind you, sandwiching you between the two girls. She pressed gentle kisses to the back of your head, whispering sweet nothings in your ear, trying desperately to calm you down. They hated seeing you so distressed, especially when they didn’t know how to help you feel better.

Gahyeon watched helplessly as the two older girls comforted you, your pained cries summoned tears to her eyes, her bottom lip quivering as you sobbed in their arms. “Y/n sweetie, we need you to tell us what’s wrong.” Handong asked calmly, combing her hand through your hair as she attempted to sooth you. But it seemed that every time you tried to utter the words a heart aching whimper broke past your lips, cutting you off before you could speak. Yoohyeon clung to Yubin in fear, she didn’t know what could have made you so distraught.

Yoohyeon and Yubin peaked over their leader's shoulder as she unlocked your phone with ease. They read through the message over and over, no matter how many times they did it didn’t make sense. “She’s gone,” you mumbled brokenly, sobbing uncontrollably. All your pent up emotions breaking past the floodgates, finally able to let them out in the confines of your dorm, with the people you loved the most. “Who’s gone Y/n?” Handong brushed a stray strand of hair from your face, frowning at the sight of your reddened, puffy eyes.

“D-Daeun, she-she’s gone,” you managed to stutter out, a series of gasps floating around the room. Minji’s eyes shined with tears as she ushered everyone back down to the couch, pulling you down next to her. “I w-wasn’t there f-for her,” you muttered between hiccups. Gahyeon side hugged you, hoping that if she held you tight enough she could take some of your pain. “I didn’t get to say goodbye, I didn’t even get to attend her funeral. What kind of sister am I?” your voice cracked, tears endlessly spilling from your eyes. The room was eerily quiet as they all did their best to console you, all eight of you falling asleep on the couches.

In times like these you always preferred to stay together, even if it meant being curled up uncomfortably and being splayed out on top of each other. By the time morning came, you were curled into Yoohyeon’s side, her arms wrapped securely around your waist. Your eyes fluttered open, squinting at the beam of sunlight that shone through the window. Groaning, you lifted your head, doing a quick scan of the room. Gahyeon was laying on top of Siyeon, her cute snores bringing a small smile to your lips. Handong and Yubin’s legs were tangled together, hair messy from a night on the couch.

As your gaze wandered around the room, you caught sight of Bora sitting up on the ground, a pile of cushions surrounding her. Meeting your gaze, she lifted herself from the floor, stealthily crawling into the space next to you. “How are you feeling?” She asked in a motherly tone, caressing your cheek with the pad of her thumb. You hummed tiredly in response, leaning further into her warmth. “I don’t know yet,” you said unsure, still coming to terms with everything that had occurred in the past few days. She nodded in understanding, running her fingers through your hair soothingly.

“Where’s Minji?” You asked, looking around the room confused, your leader nowhere in sight. “I think she’s got something planned for today,” Bora smiled, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “I need a real one right now,” you sighed, leaning forward to connect your lips. Your lips moulded together like puzzle pieces, the sudden movement causing Yoohyeon to stir from her slumber. The younger girl instinctively began peppering featherlight kisses to the back of your neck, affectionately nuzzling her nose into the back of your head.

Smiling, you pulled away from Bora, nudging your nose against hers. She scrunched her face up cutely, pressing one final peck to your lips before rising from the couch. “I’ll get started on breakfast,” she said, swaying her hips playfully as she disappeared into the kitchen. “Morning Yooh,” you mumbled, turning around to face the puppy-like girl. She pulled you impossibly closer to her body, sleepily snuggling into your chest. “I love you,” she blurted out randomly in her sleepy daze. “I love you too, Yoohyeon,” you chuckled, a genuine smile gracing your lips.

“Surprise attack!” A sudden yell made you flinch, Siyeon’s body landing on top of your both. She giggled happily to herself, pushing her body in between the two of you. “A warning would have been nice,” Yoohyeon muttered in faux irritation. “Well it wouldn’t be a ‘surprise attack’ if I did that, wouldn’t it?” The wolf-like girl asked teasingly, hoping her playful nature would momentarily distract you from your heartache. Your giggles at her silliness echoed around the room, a triumphant smile plastered on Siyeon’s lips.

“You guys are so loud,” Handong spoke from across the room, startling the three of you. She shook her head, chuckling in amusement at the look of surprise that reflected on each of your faces. Yubin observed the interaction quietly, concerned gaze landing on you. She was glad to see you looking brighter than last night, but she could still see the emptiness in your eyes. As much as you could laugh along and be happy with the rest of your members, there was still a gaping hole in your heart.

“Breakfast is ready!” Bora shouted from the kitchen, poking her head around the corner, a colourful apron draped around her neck. “Could someone help me set the table?” She asked, Yoohyeon immediately springing up from the couch, heading over to the older girl with Handong trailing closely behind her. You reluctantly pulled yourself away from Siyeon’s embrace, rising to your feet. Bending over, you reached your hand out to shake Gahyeon’s shoulder, pulling her from her deep slumber.

She began mumbling sleepily, rolling over in hopes of escaping you. “Five more minutes,” she pleaded, burying herself under a pile of blankets. “Bora unnie made your favourite,” you lured her out of her sleep-like state with incentives. “Where?” She sat up abruptly, sleepy eyes darting around the room in search of the promised dish. She drowsily stumbled over to where the other girls had gathered, pulling Siyeon along with her. Both girls were now wide awake, stomachs rumbling in hunger.

Yubin wordlessly tugged you towards her, arms snaking around your waist as she pulled you back down to the couch. “I’m sorry about your sister,” she said sympathetically, eyebrows furrowed. “It’s not your fault,” you said, sinking your teeth into your bottom lips in contemplation. “I know, but I’m still sorry that you have to go through this,” said wisely. Nodding your head appreciatively, you wrapped your arms around her neck in a hug.

“I hope you know that you don’t have to go through it alone though,” she reminded you. She gazed into your eyes, making sure you clearly understood her words. “We’re all here for you, whether it be to talk or just a shoulder to cry on. We’ll always be here to catch you when you fall,” Yubin said sincerely, squeezing you a little tighter to get the message across. “Thank you,” you mumbled, letting yourself relax in her hold.

The rest of the morning continued as usual, although the girls all did their best to cheer you up. Minji’s absence was becoming more and more obvious as the day went on, even though she’d been sending you cute texts, checking in on you every now and then. It just wasn’t the same as having her by your side. Your mind constantly wandered to thoughts of her throughout the day, pondering her whereabouts. It wasn’t long before the door flew open, your leading appearing before you in all her glory.

Instantly, you rushed into her arms, having missed her warm cuddles all day. “Sorry I wasn’t here when you woke up, I had to go into the company.” She apologised, keeping you wrapped up in her arms as she spoke. “I want to take you somewhere, it’ll be quick. I thought it might bring you some peace of mind,” she combed her fingers through your locks, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. You nodded along to her words, lacing your fingers with her as she slipped her hand into your own. 

Letting her bring you to the car, you made sure your bodies were touching through the whole ride. Whether it be your knees brushing against each other, her hand rested on your thigh or your head laying on her shoulder. You needed physical comfort, and Minji was always happy to provide for you. She was constantly pressing sweet kisses to your forehead, cheeks and lips on the way to your destination. Once you’d finally arrived, you started to understand the meaning behind her impromptu trip.

She handed you a bouquet of white lilies, a light smile resting on her lips. Minji pulled you through the cemetery, already having memorised the path to where your sister lay. “Last night you said you didn’t have the chance to say goodbye, so it got me thinking..” She trailed off, sheepishly scratching the back of her neck. Cutting her off, you jumped into her arms, a bittersweet smile gracing your lips. “Thank you,” you whispered in her ear, soaking her shirt with fresh tears.

“Anything for you,” Minji spoke truthfully, wiping away your tears with the pads of her thumbs. “I love you so much and I just want to see you happy,” she confessed, becoming tearful. “I love you too,” you cried, touched by her thoughtfulness. Minji connected your lips in an innocent kiss, leaving a salty taste on your tongue. Wordlessly, she moved behind you, snaking her hands around you in a back hug. She supported you as you spoke to your sister's grave, rubbing soothing circles on your hips and listening attentively, but remaining silent by your side.

~~

As months ticked by your wounded heart began to heal with the help of your members. Minji still took you on frequent outings to visit your sister, always bringing flowers and a bright smile. Bora made sure you always stayed entertained, teaching new dances and just messing around playfully. Siyeon refused to let you sleep alone, insisting on holding you every night, although you were unsure of whether that was for her or you. Handong made you her favourite Chinese dishes, encouraging you to help her in the kitchen, always ending with you both being covered in various ingredients. Yoohyeon took you on regular walks with Pie and Cherry, hand laced with yours as you chatted about anything that came to mind. Yubin was there to comfort you on bad days, knowing exactly what to say to calm you no matter the occasion. Gahyeon woke you up each morning with a smile, getting you out of the dorms to do various exhilarating activities. They always knew just what you needed to feel better.

“We watched your day out with Sunhee,” Yoohyeon exclaimed from across the room. It was comeback season again and you were all getting your makeup done for the concert. “Oh yeah? What did you think?” You asked with a smile, reminiscing on your time with the cheerful young girl. “It was really cute, our Y/n is so strong and kind.” Minji cooed, pinching your cheeks. You blushed at her comment, a big smile breaking out on your face. “Siyeon and Gahyeon cried watching it,” Bora popped out of thin air to make a cheeky remark. Mentioned girls whining in annoyance, but they couldn't deny the older girls' claim. “I hope she’s doing okay,” you mumbled thoughtfully.

“Okay girls, you’re up now.” Your manager ushered you all out of the crowded space,  cutting off your chatter. You were practically buzzing with joy at the thought of finally seeing your fans again, it had been far too long since you’d done a concert. The cheers of InSomnia’s could be heard from down the halls, excitement coursing through your veins at the sound. “Ready?” Handong asked you, holding out her hand. Nodding in confirmation, you took her hand in your own, enthusiastically tugging her on stage. Your eyes widened comically at the sight of the audience, the stadium was full to the brim.

They all went wild as soon as you were all on stage, screams only dying down once the music began to play. You felt alive again, hearing the deafening shouts of supportive fans fuelled you to dance, a bright grin spread across your face throughout the entire evening. They cheered as you all began to interact with certain fortunate individuals in the front row, everyone having their fun with the audience. You were so distracted by messing around with InSomnia’s that you failed to notice the way your members all retreated from the front of the stage.

Only once the lights began to dim did you notice the absence of the girls, looking around frantically in surprise. Squinting your eyes to make out a faint shadow on the darkness, an unidentified figure emerges from behind the curtain. You held your breath at the sight of a frail girl shuffling towards you, face hidden by her dark locks. “D-Daeun…” You muttered under your breath, your chest tightening as she inched closer. A bright white light suddenly shone on her, illuminating her familiar defined pale features. “Unnie!” The young girl cheered upon meeting your gaze, grinning as she stumbled towards you, rushing into your open arms.

“It’s nice to see you, Sunhee,” you smiled, eyes pooling with tears, overwhelmed by all the emotions that suddenly began to bubble up from your chest. “I missed you!” She exclaimed, clinging onto your body as you crouched down to her level. “I missed you too,” you said, gaze briefly flickering to the night sky. Glancing over her shoulder, you met Minji’s eyes as she sent a bittersweet smile your way. You didn’t think it was possible for your heart to feel so content, yet empty at the same time, all you knew was that there would always be a missing piece.

Wrapping your arms around the young girl, you glanced up at the perfectly clear sky once more. Your eyes landing on one particular brightly shining star, beaming down on you from above. “I miss you so much, Daeun,” You whispered, letting your eyes flutter closed for a moment of peace, a stray tear cascading down your flushed cheek. Multiple pairs of arms snaked around you, supporting you as your members cried tears of their own. “I love you,” you muttered, blowing a wistful kiss up to the heavens.

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