Maroon
(G)I-DLE roomate!Soyeon x gn!reader
fluff, slightly suggestive (barely, they just kiss), roommates to lovers, mentions of wine and drinking, sfw, wordcount: 1.1k
Life is full of simple pleasures. Like a latte so good you don't even need sugar. The first few days you can open your windows to let in the breeze as summer shifts from autumn. An artist you love dropping a song that you just know is going to end up in your Spotify wrapped. But one of the best and most underrated pleasures would have to be when Soyeon comes home with a bottle of wine and declares it “roommate wine night”.
notes: the reader is implied to be taller than Soyeon; inspired by some of the lyrics in Maroon by Taylor Swift and the cat ver. of I Feel; it's been nearly a year since I've written anything here, but please enjoy!
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Not even the sound of Soyeon opening the door of your shared apartment pulls your attention away from your laptop. Faintly, behind the sound of your fingers pounding on the keys, you can hear her tossing her purse onto the couch.
“Y/N?” She calls out, and when you turn away from your desk for a second, she holds up a bottle of wine and grins. It’s a familiar smile, full lips and infectious excitement. Soyeon isn’t just your roommate, she’s one of your closest friends. She knows what you need before you need it, can make you laugh without even trying, inspires you in every way.
“Roommate wine night?” You ask. You’d love to drop work, spend time with her, but emails and deadlines swirl in the back of your mind, giving your voice a weary tinge.
“Roommate wine night.” She confirms, “It's been too long,”
You hesitate. “I don’t know, I haven’t been as productive as I wanted…” Your words are punctuated by the sound of your finger tapping the backspace key over and over, before starting to fly over the keys again.
Soyeon repeats your name, softly this time. When you look up, there she is, with one hand on your shoulder, giving you a look you know all too well. You’ve given her that same look, when she couldn’t tear herself from her work at the studio and you had to insist she come home to sleep.
“Trust me, you deserve a break.” Soyeon says, and you can feel yourself shutting the laptop before you even really realize, unable to tear your eyes away from the dark ones looking down at you.
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Over an hour later, you and Soyeon are sitting on the floor of your apartment, refilling each other's mugs with the red wine she had bought. For roommate wine nights, she always got your favorite, fruity and sweet.
The incense you lit now fills the apartment with its earthy scent, and the din of city traffic mingles with the soft music of the record you had put on. But above it all, you and Soyeon’s shared laughter rings throughout the tiny apartment. It’s the hallmark of every roommate wine night. Really, of every night the two of you spend together. It’s what makes your apartment feel like a home.
Sitting like this, your knees are touching. Soyeon’s dark hair falls over her shoulders, shining in the dim light. When she reaches for the bottle to pour more wine, you can see the tattoo on her shoulder under the strap of her tank top. You watch it move with her skin.
And you don’t miss the way her eyes linger on your lips as you raise the mug to your mouth or how they flit, for a second, to your fingers wrapped around the handle. Her cheeks are slightly reddened, you realize.
It must be the wine, but you can’t help that your first thought is how cute she is, followed by the sensation of your own face flushing.
When the record ends, you can hear the fuzzy sound of the vinyl stopping. Your conversation trails. Soyeon’s eyes snap to yours, sparking.
“Hey, I got it, it's my turn to pick the next album!” She says, starting to leap up. But as she does, she bumps into you, knocking the mug in your hands. The wine spills onto your shirt, vibrant against the fabric.
“Oh, shit, Y/N, I’m sorry,” your roommate gasps, frantic as you watch the maroon stain spread. She heads to the kitchen, starting to grab napkins.
“Soyeon,” you say, following her, “It’s fine, really,”
You pull off your shirt, and she’s turning back towards you with a fist full of napkins. Her eyes drag over your form. Her lips quirk up, and you think you can hear her breath catch. She looks up at you, her back turned to the counter and the sink. You stop for a moment, enjoying the feeling of her eyes on your body, before you realize yourself.
“Hey, Soyeon,”
“Yeah?”
“Can you move? I’m gonna rinse this out,” you say.
“Right, yeah,” she shuffles as you step past her, to the sink. You turn the faucet on, soaking the shirt as Soyeon watches.
“I hope the stain doesn’t set,” she murmurs, “it was a cute shirt.”
“It was just an at-home shirt,” you grin. “Besides, it’s fine if it does, it was worth it. You were right, I needed a wine night tonight.”
“See?” you can hear the smile in her voice, and it makes yours grow, “I know you too well, Y/N.”
“Yeah, yeah,” you wring out the fabric, then drape it over the faucet to dry. Soyeon hands you some of the napkins as you turn to face her and start to wipe off any remaining wine from your chest.
Again, you can feel her eyes tracking your movements.
“See something, you like?” you tease, and she laughs, but doesn’t deny it, which makes you laugh, too.
“See?” you quote, “I know you too well.”
She huffs, and the pleased flush returns to her face. She looks up at you, and your motions still. You look away from yourself and meet her eyes, their deep brown glow. They’re like espresso, you think, they warm you up and give you a jolt of energy all at once.
God, you realize. You could stare into your roommate’s eyes forever.
“Let me help you, Y/N,” and Soyeon’s hands with the last of the napkins are on your skin, soft as her words were when they fell from her lips.
Can she feel your heartbeat right now? It's all you can think about, other than her body so close to yours–
“I like you.” The words tumble from your lips at once, and even though you’re scared, you can’t bring yourself to want to take them back. “I know we’re roommates, and it’s complicated, but I–”
“Hey, you’re not just my roommate. Y/N," she pouts, "you’re my best friend."
“So, even more complicated, but–”
“And I like you, too” Soyeon finishes.
Your hands are wrapping around hers, gathering the napkins before dropping them to the tile floor. She starts to protest the mess, but then one of those hands of yours is in her hair, the other on her waist, pulling her in, closer, impossibly.
“Kiss me,” she breathes. Her eyes are on your lips, it's undeniable.
She’s undeniable, your closest friend. You oblige and melt into her. Tentative at first, but so right.
When you pull away, you’re both laughing and the sound fills your apartment with warmth, like it always has. Like nothing has changed. But Soyeon is looking at you like everything has. It's a good change. Sweet, like your favorite wine. A stain that you don’t want to come out.
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