huh yunjin x le sserafim!reader (angst, fluff)
WARNINGS ; toxic parents, homophobia, xenaphobia, ablesim, etc.
you hated your parents, just as much — if not more — than they hated you.
unfortunately, they were going to see you, no matter what it took.
"you're staying in korea?" yunjin asked, playing with your hair as you lay on her lap. on her phone were kazuha and eunchae, as both had left earlier that week to visit their families.
"you're staying in korea?" yunjin asked, playing with your hair as you lay on her lap. on her phone were kazuha and eunchae, as both had left earlier that week to visit their families.
"yeah." you closed your eyes, wondering what your group's family was like in general. you hoped that it was nothing like yours. "my parents are coming here instead."
"ooh!" you heard eunchae's voice from the phone. "are we finally going to meet your parents?"
"absolutely not." you shook your head, hearing the footsteps of your other members come closer to you. "i don't want you guys to suffer the way i do."
"they can't be that bad." yunjin muttered, looking down at your face.
you heard sakura and chaewon laugh in the distance, the two knowing the full extent of how insane your parents were. it was so bad that sakura, nako, and hitomi always had to stay with one of the other members whenever they visited.
"they're horrible." chaewon yelled. "me and kkura-unnie have met them when y/nnie was still with yujin—"
"unnie!" you bolted up as yunjin turned her head to the older girl.
"what?" chaewon scratched her cheek, looking at the blonde girl. "did yunjin... not know? even zuha knows?"
"you're gay?!" yunjin covered her mouth as she tried to suppress a smile.
you could hear eunchae and kazuha laughing through yunjin's phone as sakura and chaewon side-eyed each other.
"yes." you cleared your throat, slightly embarrassed at yunjin's outburst. "look, let's just not talk about it around my parents, okay?"
yunjin nodded, looking at her phone discreetly while you glared at your leader. eunchae gave her a thumbs-up, making kazuha laugh hysterically.
"they're coming here, right?" sakura asked, following chaewon to the entrance of the dorm.
"yes." you nodded once more, your eyes trained on your older members as yunjin tried to shush the other two on her phone. "kkura-unnie, can you—"
"i'll be at chaeyeon's place." the japanese girl gave a warm, reassuring smile. yunjin hung up, turning her phone off to avoid the younger two's teasing. "don't worry."
you felt a pat on your head as sakura passed by you. you gave her a grin as chaewon squished your cheek.
"are you sure the two of you are gonna be fine here?" chaewon asked, putting on her shoes as sakura put her jacket on.
"of course!" yunjin answered almost immediately, standing up from the couch in a fighting position. "if they don't like me, i'll just beat them up."
you felt yourself smiling. "you're so weird, unnie."
"what?" yunjin fixed her glasses, turning towards you with a kick. "you don't like it? can i not defend my baby?"
"ugh," you joked, pushing her foot away from you. "go away."
sakura shook her head as chaewon laughed loudly, opening the door. "you two have fun!"
"sure." you muttered, popping your head out to watch the two leave. "see you guys tomorrow."
you and yunjin waited for the door to close, finally leaning back into the couch upon hearing the click. you found yourself back on the older girl's lap.
"are your parents actually that bad?" yunjin asked, moving the hair out of your face.
"understatement of the entire year." you groaned. you looked up at her. "they're only here for a day though, then they'll go back to america."
"do you want me to stay here or go back to my dorm?" the older girl watched as your eyes wandered all over he face, making her smile.
truthfully, yunjin wanted to say with you. she's seen what some parents were like, and although she had no experience dealing with ones like yours, she would do whatever it took to make sure you were okay.
she was serious about fighting.
"do whatever you'd like." you said, feeling her relax. "i think i'm screwed either way."
yunjin opened her mouth to disagree but was interrupted by a sharp knock on the door. by the way you tensed up before leaving to open it, she had figured it was your parents.
she was right.
"mom. dad." you looked between the two, forcing a smile as you gestured for them to enter. "hi."
you closed the door behind them, yunjin pulling out her phone as she tried to seem occupied.
"you look tired." your mother commented as she took off her shoes.
yunjin winced at the tone but decided to give them the benefit of the doubt. sometimes, asian parents just had a certain tone in their voice that made it seem like they were scolding you.
"i am." you nodded, not missing the judging look from your father. "i'm glad you guys landed safely."
"we almost didn't." your father grumbled under his breath, putting his shoes away to the side. he stood up with a glare. "some idiot brought his dog on the plane and you know how much i hate dogs."
yunjin's eyes widened as she stopped scrolling through her phone, biting her tongue to prevent herself from gasping.
oh, she thought to herself. they're those kinds of people.
"maybe it was a service dog." you shook your head. you hated how inconsiderate they were sometimes. "you know, for disabled people."
your father shook his head, his glare making it's way to you. "you shouldn't be flying if you're disabled then."
yunjin felt her mouth drop as she struggled not to gasp.
you cleared your throat, not wanting to start a fight right from the get-go. "where are you staying?"
yunjin felt the floorboards bend beneath her feet, signaling that your parents were walking toward the living room. she quickly fixed her posture, pretending to be preoccupied with her phone.
"we're staying at the hotel down the street." she heard your mother's voice coming closer. "just in case you need us to help you with something."
you clenched your jaw as you turned the corner. you knew what that really meant. "i'll be fine."
you watched as your parents looked at each other as if they knew something about you that you didn't. midway, your mother caught sight of a blonde girl, quietly sitting on the couch.
"who's this?" she asked, immediately fixing her expression.
"oh." you scratched your cheek, worry starting to seep through your voice. "this is huh yunjin. you remember her, right? she was in produce 48?"
"oh, the mean singer!" you clenched your eyes as your mother nodded to herself. "you were my pick."
yunjin glanced at you before bowing. "thank you."
"you should've debuted instead of that yujin girl." your father spoke up, a slight grimace on his face. "you guys broke up, right?"
you felt yourself sigh, the overwhelming weight of sadness suddenly filling your chest.
"honey, they were never really together." yunjin watched as your mother corrected him. "it was just a rebellious phase."
you shook your head, swallowing your anger back. "i really loved her."
"no, you didn't." your mother laughed as if it was the funniest joke in the world. "you don't know what love is like."
yunjin watched in anger as your parents looked at you with a teasing smile, almost as if you were a child crying over something stupid. she knew how much you hated feeling invalidated, and she wanted nothing more than to throw your parents out in that very moment.
if it weren't for you shaking your head at her, she would've.
instead, she tried her best to ease the tension and move on from the situation.
"would you guys like to eat?" she asked gently, praying that her voice didn't shake from anger.
"of course!" your father smiled, his eyes hardening as he turned to you. "how come your friend has more manners than you?"
"i was going to offer," you whispered, almost cowering away.
"you should've done it sooner." your mother intervened, her voice harsher than your father's. "i'm sorry about her, she always gets like this. it's so embarrassing."
yunjin opened her mouth but was quickly shut down with you ushering the two away to the kitchen.
she looked at you with a frown, your eyes seemingly tired despite being filled with energy earlier that day.
she followed you to the table, your parents ushering her to eat with them as you prepared the food that chaewon and sakura had baked earlier that day. it was plain kimchi stew, but part of you hoped that there was poison in it.
you placed it in front of them, a big bowl of rice accompanying it as you sat down next to yunjin. you felt a soft squeeze on your leg before feeling yunjin move her hand away.
you smiled subtly, digging into the food.
"so," your mother started in between bites. "where are you from again?"
"i'm from america." yunjin said simply, not wanting to make too much conversation with the older couple.
"thank god." your mother laughed, making you grip onto your spoon tightly. "i thought you'd be from japan like that sakura girl. don't get me wrong but kpop is for pretty korean's. not those japanese people."
you exhaled shakely as yunjin's mouth dropped open. "mom."
"i'm serious!" your mother chuckled, looking over to you. "i was surprised you were even picked. i mean, look at your members compared to you."
you shook your head, looking back down at your food as your father agreed with the woman next to him. you hated how they talked about you. to them, you were never pretty enough, or talented enough. it was almost like they were the people praying for your downfall instead of supporting you.
yunjin looked over at you, her appetite suddenly disappearing from the rage she felt.
"have you been training properly?" your father asked, eating another spoonful of kimchi. "i don't want you to slack off now that eunbi isn't around."
"i've been training fine," you replied monotone.
"seriously... why did they make that chaewon girl the leader?" your head shot up as you saw yunjin clasp her hands together. "they should've had someone else do it."
"chaewon-unnie's a great leader." you spat out, cowering away after your mother glared at you.
yunjin never wanted to hit someone more in her life.
"how would you know?" your mother smiled sarcastically. "you get washed out by all the others, even that kiyoko one."
yunjin couldn't take it anymore.
she was already insanely fed up with the way they had been treating you and the other members, but there was something about your mother's tone that made yunjin want to smack the older woman in the face.
she opened her mouth, but before she could speak, you did.
"her name's nakamura kazuha." you growled, slamming your utensils onto the table. yunjin winced. "she's really talented, okay?"
everything went quiet.
your father looked at you, a smile of disbelief painted across his face. "don't tell me..."
"tell you what?" you rolled your eyes.
your father threw his utensils on the table. "are you doing this gay shit again?"
"i'm not doing 'gay shit'." you scoffed, watching as your mother put hers down, pushing away her food. "i am gay."
"we talked about this." your mother said gently. if yunjin didn't know what she was like, she would've believed that your mother actually cared. "we agreed that you would break up with yujin so you could stay an idol."
yunjin clenched her jaw, shock running though her body.
she looked over to you, finding your hands clenched into fists, so tight that she would've been worried about you hurting yourself if you had longer nails.
she wanted nothing more than to reach towards you.
"that kiyoko girl..." your mother sighed, leaning back against her chair. "are you two—"
"get out." you whispered.
your parents stared at you in shock, not sure if they heard right.
"what?"
you lifted your head, tears streaming down your face as you glared at them. "get out."
"we are your parents!" your father yelled, slamming his hands into the table as he stood up. "we raised you! how dare you—"
yunjin had enough.
"she said to get. out." she stood up slowly, trying to hold back the fire from her tongue. "i'll call the fucking police if i have to."
"we're your family, y/n." your mother tried to reach out to you, only for you to pull away. "you're gonna let a stranger push us around?"
"just listen to yunjin-unnie." your voice cracked, yunjin sending you a worried glance. "i don't want to fight anymore."
your mother sighed, her eyes meeting yunjin's as the blonde girl sent her a hellish glare.
"you're a horrible daughter!" your father continued, making his way towards you. "i thought we could fix you but—"
yunjin stepped in front of him, glaring down at the older man. "get out of our house."
your father glared back at the taller girl, finally backing down as your mother exited the dining room. yunjin waited, hearing the door click before coming to your side.
she moved your hair out of your face, watching your stoic face as you tried to hold back your tears.
carefully, she wiped your tears away. "are you okay?"
you laughed bitterly, making yunjin's eyebrows furrow. "i hate my life."
"your parents are awful," she said, grabbing your hand gently.
you nodded, trying your best to laugh away the tears. "tell me about it."
yunjin stared at you with worried eyes. she wanted nothing more than to make you feel better, hating the fact that your face was full of tears.
she kissed you hand gently. "i'm glad you're nothing like them."
you took a sharp breath, yunjin watching as your face morphed into a mixture of relief and sorrow. you sobbed into your hands, covering your face as yunjin enveloped you in a hug, stroking your head.
she didn't mean to make you cry.
"hey, hey," she muttered, trying not to cry herself. "don't cry."
despite it's intended purpose, you cried harder. "i'm so sorry."
"why?" she pulled back, trying to get a look at your face. "you did nothing wrong."
"they—" you shook your head, moving your hands out of your face. yunjin moved your hair out of the way as you tried to speak in between your sobs. "i just—"
"it's okay." you felt yunjin rub your leg in reassurance, smiling at you warmly. "listen to me. you're nothing like what they say. you're an amazing performer and artist, and an even better person. your parents are horrible people and i know you're nothing like them. don't worry, okay?"
you nodded, trying to calm yourself down. "okay."
"i'm right here," she whispered, looking into your eyes. lightly, she used the sleeves of her sweater to wipe away her tears. "we all are. we believe in you."
she stood back up, giving you a hug that you found yourself melting into. yunjin was always there for you and the others. she was your safety net. being around her made you feel like nothing could hurt you.
your crying eventually died down, leaving you with hiccups that yunjin ended up chuckling at.
"can we watch," you hiccuped, sending the older girl into a fit of giggles. "white chicks please?"
"what?" you could feel her ribcage move as she hugged you. "randomly?"
you nodded, muffled into her sweater. "comfort movie."
yunjin smiled, pulling back. "okay."
you stood up, following yunjin to the living room as you wiped your face lightly. she grabbed the remote before launching herself into the couch, making you laugh at her actions. she started the movie, your head on her shoulder.
somewhere in the middle of the movie, you found yourself laying on top of her as she lazily wrapped an arm around you, glancing every so often at your face.
you looked up at her, your gaze meeting hers. "unnie."
she smiled at you, finding your curious eyes adorable. "yeah."
"i know you think i believe them and sometimes i do." you whispered, her cheeks flushing in embarrassment (she hoped you missed all the other times) "but i don't around you guys, so don't worry so much."
yunjin sent you a grin, one that was filled with affection and warmth, something that you were familiar with when it came to the older girl.
the two of you continued to watch the movie, commenting every so often on terry crews and the odd (yet iconic) placement of him in the movie.
still, yunjin couldn't stop staring at you, but for a different reason this time around.
"you should stay with me and my family next time we visit the states," she said, pulling you out of the movie.
you looked up at her with hopeful eyes, nearly making her melt into the couch.
"do you think they'll like me?" you whispered curiously.
"they'll love you." yunjin nodded, brushing a stray hair strand out of your face. she smiled softly. "just like i do."
"i hope so." you muttered, putting your head back on her chest. "your sister—"
"stop."
"what?" you frowned, feeling her grip tighten on you. "i was going to—"
"flirt with my sister?" she shook her head. "that's what you were going to do?"
"no!" you replied (though not convincingly). "what? she's pretty."
yunjin scoffed, rolling her eyes as she glared at the two men in a dance battle. "just watch the movie."
"unnies!" eunchae whisper-shouted as she stared at the two of you, asleep on the couch.
"why?" chaewon entered, kazuha following closely behind her. her eyes widened as she felt kazuha grip her arm in excitement. "oh my god! kkura-unnie, hurry up!"
"do you think yunjin-unnie...?" kazuha asked the youngest as sakura entered her dorm.
"probably not." eunchae shook her head. "it looks like y/n-unnie was crying so yunjin-unnie probably didn't."
with a frown, kazuha looked at the two older girl's. "why was unnie crying?"
"her parents."
"oh. right." kazuha sighed, watching as chaewon and sakura took pictures of the two of you for blackmail (specifically for yunjin). "do you think when she wakes up, i can stay with her?"
"we should get unnie those snacks she likes." eunchae said thoughtfully, trying to remember which flavor chips you preferred.
"are you guys sure you could even touch her?" sakura watched as yunjin stirred around, falling back asleep with a tighter grip on you. "yunjin has a pretty strong hold on her."
"unnie won't hog her the entire day." kazuha looked at you, her dormmate. "right?"
the rest of the girls looked at her as kazuha sighed.
who was she kidding?
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