Adoring Act
fandom: loona
pairing: chuu x yves, chuu x reader (gender neutral)
word count: 1,006
parts: x, xx, xxx
request: “could you please write a chuu x female reader where they have to fake date bc chuu wants to get yves attention but ends up falling in love with the reader”
It was the beginning of spring. March 14, white day. The concrete pavement was damp, as it had been raining before the city awoke. You walked alongside your friend, Jiwoo, and soaked in all the noises surrounding you, almost like a sponge. The chirping birds, Jiwoo’s heels clicking on the pavement, her voice as she rambled, the footsteps of strangers passing by, the way your friend exaggeratedly sighed - almost as if she was in love. She claims she is.
“Do you think she’ll give me anything?”
“Huh?”
Silence. It all snapped you back into reality. You looked over at your friend; she pouted while crossing her arms. “I said…” She began. Her lips parted a bit, almost as if she wanted to keep talking. But she never did. Seeing the sadness in her puppy eyes, it was like a punch in the gut. You plastered on a smile. “I think she will. You said it was going well, right?” You replied. You weren’t quite sure what she had been rambling about, but you assumed it was about Sooyoung. She’s been the only thing Jiwoo has wanted to talk about recently. Ahh… Sooyoung! Sooyoung this, Sooyoung that. As much as you loved Jiwoo, you wished she would shut up sometimes.
And so, she rambled on about how good Sooyoung was to her, how they had their little moments of outbursts, but who doesn’t? As much as you wished that she would have a regular conversation with you, you enjoyed seeing Jiwoo’s eyes light up. Her bright smile and the way she giggled made you feel some type of way. This is happiness, isn’t it? Jiwoo was your closest friend, and probably the only person you truly trusted. Something about her felt different, everything felt right around her… it felt like… home?
It had been hours since your little walk with Jiwoo. You remember her saying, “I’m going to see her later today. I promise I’ll tell you all about it.” You just nodded in return. Now it was late; the sun was down and you were kicking it back with some mashed potatoes and some random late night show. You started to doze off mid episode, your hair slowly falling in front of your face as your head went down from tiredness. Suddenly, the doorbell rang. You were half asleep. Assuming it was for your downstairs neighbor, you continued to get some shut eye. A few minutes pass and your phone rings. Your eyes dart open, as if being awoken from a nightmare. Your brain feels foggy, but you realize your phone is still ringing, and so you reach over to find out who it is. Kim Jiwoo.
You quickly answer the call and before you can even greet her she softly says, “Can you open the door? I’m kinda cold…” Her voice sounds shaky, as if it’s bound to crack any moment. You hang up and bounce to the front door, almost tripping down the stairs. You open the door and there she is. Kim Jiwoo, looking like a puppy that's just been kicked. She holds her hands close to her chest and her eyes drift off. “Come in,” You say to her softly, moving your hand to a ‘come-in-motion.’
Jiwoo sits down on your bed. Your apartment was small, it was basically a bedroom and a kitchen combined, with a bathroom off to the side. You wrap a blanket around Jiwoo and you both hold eye contact for a while. Her eyes are red and puffy, however, it looks like the rest of her face has been drained of color. You watch her eyes tremble as you ask, “What happened? I thought you were gonna be with-” You’re cut off by Jiwoo lightly pressing her fingertips against your lips. Jiwoo raises her eyebrow in surprise, almost as if she touched you subconsciously. She jumps a bit when you reach for her wrist, moving her hand away from your face. The silence is heavy and the atmosphere is suffocating.
She’s gone back to her vulnerable state. Her eyes bouncing from wall to wall, focusing on anything except you. She knew if she told you what happened then that would mean accepting the events that had occurred beforehand. But finally, she spoke.
“She broke up with me, I think? My heart was beating so fast I couldn’t process everything…”
Her eyes trembled, slowly filling up with tears. You could see her try to stabilize her breath, but it was as if she had a lump at her throat that didn’t allow her to inhale properly. You both slowly pulled each other into an embrace. The moment felt straight out of a movie for both of you. Having your friend so close to you felt comforting. Having your friend wanting, no, needing you to hold her felt comforting. The desire to be needed consumed you. However, her tears soon began to drown your thoughts.
You two spent the night together. You listened to her the entire night. One minute she’d be ranting about Sooyoung, the next she’d be sobbing — she was a mess. None of that mattered to you; you just wanted to be by her side.
Jiwoo had stopped rambling and walked into the bathroom, closing the door behind her. Now you’ve been mindlessly scrolling through your socials, but it was so late at night that not many people were online. You could hear soft mumbling come from your bathroom. The mumbling becoming footsteps and mumbling; your ears perked up, trying to pick up on the words Jiwoo was saying. Alas, you couldn’t. Suddenly, the door is slammed open, startling you a bit.
Jiwoo walks out of the bathroom, her right hand in a fist slamming down on the palm of her left hand. Her face seemed relaxed, but something about it gave you the feeling that there was mischief to arise. She stops in front of you, her posture and aura radiating in confidence.
“I have a plan to get back at Sooyoung.”