◟ ໒꒱ .. ⠀YOU MAKE ME WANNA hong eunchae x reader
𝄞 paring hong eunchae x fem idol!reader | yn is apart of cortis warnings nothing much, yn is a loser and eunchae can’t stand her (🤭), first half is yn’s pov the second half is eunchae’s pov, for plot purposes lesserafim isn’t on tour rn
★ ͘ ⴰ if someone asked eunchae what she thought of yn, she’d probably say, “she’s weird.” and she was. sure, eunchae would give her the benefit of the doubt, living with five guys was bound to mess with a girls personality a little but there was just something about her that got under eunchae’s skin. she couldn’t stand her. couldn’t stand how much she couldn’t stop thinking about her, either.
♫ “you know me, you know me, and I just might know you too, ooh come to me slowly”
“fuck…” yn groaned, sprawled out on her stomach across the lounge couch, face buried in the seat. after a moment, she lifted her head with a grimace. “shit, why would I do that? god knows how many asses have been on this thing.”
a low chuckle came from above her. “your pants are falling off.”
she shot martin a sharp glare. “tell that to the stylists who keep giving me pants two sizes too big,” she said, sitting up. “and don’t talk to me.”
he, of course, ignored her completely, flipping the backwards cap off her head. “you’re just mad you fumbled. again.”
yn shot him another glare as she got up from the couch, brushing past him on her way to grab a drink. “I did not fumble… it’s a work in progress.”
“nah,” he laughed, “she wants nothing to do with you. every time you open your mouth, she looks like she’s in physical pain.”
yn took a slow sip from her drink, shaking her head. “I have that effect on everyone. that doesn’t count.”
“now that’s something I can agree on,” martin said with a grin, looking down at yn. she groaned, dragging her hands down her face before peeking at him through her fingers. “was it really that bad?”
martin put a hand on her shoulder, giving it a little pat like he was breaking bad news. “yeah… it was rough.”
“like… worse than usual?” she asked, wincing.
he nodded solemnly, lips twitching like he was holding back a laugh. “oh, way worse.”
yn had stood there, eyes locked on the youngest lesserafim member across the room. “I’m gonna do it,” she announced.
juhoon winced. james groaned. martin practically begged her to let it go.
“don’t do it, dude. this is like… the fifth time,” the leader said, giving her shoulder a shove.
but yn just shook her head, determined. “fifth time’s the charm.”
“that’s… not even the saying,” martin muttered, already bracing for disaster.
the group groaned in unison as yn crossed the room, that familiar bounce in her step giving away every ounce of her reckless determination. she headed straight for eunchae, who was curled up on the couch, eyes glued to her phone.
yn slid down into the seat beside her, tugging at the long sleeve shirt peeking out under her t-shirt. she cleared her throat in the most awkward way possible, just loud enough to get eunchae’s attention.
eunchae glanced over, ready to greet whoever it was only to be met with the absolute bane of her existence, grinning at her with that infuriatingly cute smile. she sighed, long and loud, before turning back to her phone like yn wasn’t even there.
“hey…” yn started, her leg bouncing nervously. “long time no see!”
eunchae locked her phone and squinted at her. “you saw me yesterday.”
“ha… right. right.” yn nodded way too fast, glancing over at her group, who were watching like she was a car crash they couldn’t look away from. she gave them a thumbs up. they shook their heads in unison.
“so, uh…” she scratched the back of her neck. “have you ever tried ben & jerry’s half baked? I had it in la, and for some reason, it helped me, like… relax.” she paused. silence. “you should totally try it.”
eunchae tilted her head, tone sharp. “are you saying I need to relax?”
“no! no, not at all!” yn waved her hands frantically. “fuck, sorry, sorry for my language. I’m just saying it’s a good flavor. unless… you do think you need to relax. then yeah, that’s exactly what I was saying.” she awkwardly leaned back into the couch. “like… totally.”
eunchae finally put her phone down, turning slowly to look at yn like she was studying some strange new species.
“so… let me get this straight,” eunchae said, voice calm but laced with sarcasm. “you came all the way over here… to tell me I need ice cream therapy?”
yn’s eyes widened. “no! that’s not—”
“because that’s what I’m hearing,” eunchae cut in, nodding like she was solving a mystery. “girl sees me minding my business, decides I look stressed, and her big solution? ben & jerry’s.”
yn buried her face in her hands. “oh my god, you make it sound so bad.”
“it is bad,” eunchae said flatly . “five attempts and this is what you come up with?”
yn groaned, leaning back like she’d been personally attacked while eunchae picked her phone back up like the conversation was over.
and then, because yn apparently had zero self preservation instincts, she blurted, “have you ever watched scott pilgrim vs. the world?”
eunchae blinked slowly. “...what?”
“because,” yn said, waving her hands as she launched into the ramble from hell, “it’s about this guy who has to fight, like, seven deadly exes to date this girl and they all suck to be honest, and I was just thinking, you’d so be ramona, the girl with the exs.”
eunchae’s eyebrows shot up. “I’d be a girl with too many exes and seems to have extremely bad taste? wow. thanks, yn.” she started standing, phone in hand.
yn panicked instantly. “no! I mean, like, you would be uh … desirably?”
eunchae froze mid step, turning just enough to look at her. “would be?”
yn let out a noise somewhere between a squeak and a groan before collapsing back into the couch, face covered. “fuck.”
eunchae just shook her head and walked off while the boys across the room lost their minds watching the whole thing crash and burn in real time.
yn stayed slumped on the couch, staring at the spot where eunchae had disappeared like she’d just watched her entire life fall apart in real time. she didn’t even flinch when the boys finally made their way over.
martin shoved his hands in his pockets, standing over her with a smirk. “guess fifth time isn’t the charm after all.”
yn slowly dragged her hands down her face, groaning into them. “don’t. say. anything.”
“oh, we wouldn’t dream of it,” james said, voice thick with fake sympathy as juhoon snorted beside him.
“you fumbled again by the way,” martin added, way too cheerfully. “couldn’t look away.”
“this is insane,” yn muttered, staring blankly into space as she shrugged off martin’s hand. “I’ve got it all, good style, amazing music taste, arguably a decent face, beautiful personality…”
martin winced. “eh… that last part’s debatable.”
yn turned her head just enough to glare at him, pure betrayal in her eyes. “you’re supposed to comfort me, not add to the fire .”
martin just shrugged. “I would, but you make it too easy.”
he sighed “alright, let’s go. there are plenty of girls out there who probably want you.”
martin grabbed yn by the wrist, dragging her toward the exit.
“I want that girl though,” she mumbled, eyes still fixed on the floor.
“too bad,” he said, not unkindly. “you’ve gotta get over this, bro. promise?”
silence hung between them for a moment.
“yn?”
she let out a quiet sigh. “promise.”
“what the hell happened to your promise?” martin exclaimed, staring at yn, who was grinning like she’d just won the lottery.
“sorry, dude. a girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do,” she said, turning to juhoon. “right?”
“uh… sure,” he said, clearly wanting no part of it.
martin blinked at her. “you don’t even know the choreography you’re supposedly gonna teach her. how did you even get the job?”
“I have my ways,” yn said with a shrug, idly fidgeting with the keychains hanging from her jeans. “plus, I’m gonna learn the dance before I teach her. duh.”
martin pinched the bridge of his nose, looking like he was about to combust. “so let me get this straight, you’re going to learn the dance to teach her… when there are actual choreographers who already know it?” he sighed. “does she even know you’re the one teaching her?”
“yes and no,” yn answered nonchalantly.
“oh my god.”
the annoying kid from bighit.
yeah, that’s what eunchae called yn, right after ranting about her for nearly an hour to yunjin. eunchae was usually bubbly, easygoing, the type to get along with anyone… but somehow, yn brought out the absolute worst in her.
she was so annoying with her british boy band tshirts and jeans that always looked like they were about to fall off, awkward to the point of pain. and, worst of all, completely incapable of shutting up or taking a hint.
and yet, she still entertained her and all her stupid advances.
except for that one time. yn had waved at her with that big, hopeful smile, calling out a quiet “hi,” only for eunchae to walk straight past without even glancing her way. yn tried to play it off, scratching the back of her neck like that was what she trying to do the whole time , but eunchae heard her later, whining to keonho about how humiliating it was.
she’d never admit it, but the corner of her mouth had twitched into a smile as she walked away.
and now here she was, fuming.
her eyes locked on yn, who was sitting cross legged against the mirror in the practice room like she owned the place.
“what are you doing here?” eunchae demanded, marching straight toward her.
yn looked up, that same stupidly cute smile spreading across her face.
“oh, great you’re here,” yn said, pushing herself up from the floor and tugging at the waistband of her baggy sweatpants. “ready?”
eunchae blinked. “ready? ready for what?”
“to learn your dance…” yn trailed off, giving her a look like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “they asked me to teach you.”
eunchae stared at her in disbelief. “why the hell would my junior be teaching me a dance?”
god, she really did bring out the worst in her.
yn shrugged. “I don’t know, ask the misses-” she paused mid sentence, frowning. “wait, that doesn’t even make sense. I don’t know.”
eunchae blinked at her, completely lost. “no. no, no, no. absolutely not.”
“come on,” yn groaned, taking a step toward her.
eunchae immediately stepped back.
yn blinked, clearly thrown off but refusing to show it. she straightened up,“ you’re in great hands, I’m you know talented?”
eunchae raised an unimpressed brow. “right. talented.”
“yeah!” yn said, nodding too quickly. “and super patient. which, lucky for you, you’re gonna need.” she tried to laugh it off, but it came out a little too loud, a little too nervous.
eunchae just crossed her arms, staring at her like she was debating if she should just walk out.
“this is going to be a disaster,” she muttered under her breath.
yn clapped her hands together. “alright! step one,” she said with fake confidence, scrolling through the choreography video on her phone before quickly pocketing it like she totally had this memorized.
eunchae stood across from her, arms still crossed. “this should be good.”
surprisingly. it was.
eunchae watched as yn started off, her movements smoothed out, her body settling into the beat with ease. there was this effortless confidence that came out when she danced sharp, fluid but precise.
eunchae hated it. well, not hated it, but… kind of did. because she didn’t expect to be impressed or worse, attracted.
her arms slowly fell to her sides as she watched yn hit every move, loose hair falling in her face, eyes bright with focus. there was nothing awkward about her now. just pure, stupid talent.
“okay,” yn said between breaths, grinning. “your turn.”
eunchae blinked, snapping out of her trance. “what?”
“come on, practice makes perfect.”
they ran through it a few times, and to her absolute horror, eunchae actually started to enjoy herself, laughing when yn messed up a count, rolling her eyes when yn smiled at the fact that she laughed.
“see? told you you’d be fine,” yn said, finally stopping to catch her breath. “I’m basically a professional.”
“hm,” eunchae hummed, “you’re… not the worst.”
“I’ll take that as high praise,” yn grinned, heading toward her water bottle.
but before she could take a sip, her foot caught on one of her own sweatpant legs, and she went straight down flat on her back with a dramatic thud.
for a second, eunchae’s heart jumped and then yn just stayed there. completely still.
“...you good?” eunchae asked, staring down at her.
“floor’s kinda comfy,” yn mumbled, voice muffled by her arm.
and just like that, whatever fleeting admiration eunchae had felt dissolved instantly. she pinched the bridge of her nose, muttering, “right. I take it back.”
“what?” yn called from the floor.
“you’re definitely the worst.”
the next practice came faster than eunchae would’ve liked. she was already rehearsing how she’d keep her cool this time no getting flustered, no slipping up.
she reached the door to the dance room and just as she was about to grab the handle, it swung open from the inside.
a guy stepped out tall, familiar, holding a pizza box in one hand. eunchae blinked. she recognized him immediately. martin, yn’s group leader.
he froze for half a second, then gave her a polite bow, trying to hide the box behind his back like it wasn’t glaringly obvious what it was. “oh, hey. practice room’s all yours,” he said quickly, offering an awkward smile before hurrying off down the hall.
eunchae blinked after him, then turned back toward the open door.
and there she was.
yn, sitting against the mirror like before, legs stretched out, a slice of pizza halfway hanging from her mouth. she froze mid bite when she noticed eunchae in the doorway eyes wide, guilty, like a kid caught skipping class.
for a long beat, neither of them said anything.
“...hi?” yn finally said, voice muffled around the pizza.
eunchae blinked once. then again.
“really?” she finally said, voice flat, arms crossing as she stepped further into the room.
yn blinked back at her, still holding the slice midair. “what?”
eunchae gestured vaguely toward the door. “your leader just left. with a pizza box.”
“yeah,” yn said simply, taking another bite like it was the most normal thing in the world. “he told me he had pizza, so I asked him to sneak some in for me.”
eunchae stared at her, utterly done. “you’re unbelievable.”
yn shrugged, mouth still full. “what? training’s hard. I’m fueling the art.”
eunchae sighed, muttering under her breath, “you’re fueling stupidity.”
“still counts,” yn said cheerfully, flashing her a greasy thumbs up.
eunchae let out a loud, exasperated “ugh,” dropping her bag with a thud before sitting down to stretch. she refused to look at yn, mostly because the girl was still sitting there, happily chewing on her pizza like they weren’t supposed to be practicing, yn was supposed to be ready to teach her.
“you’re disgusting,” eunchae muttered, reaching for her toes.
“thank you,” yn said through a mouthful, taking another bite before swallowing. “okay, so, for today”she paused to lick some sauce off her thumb, “you’re gonna do the choreo, and I’m gonna watch you. then I’ll, like, point out stuff you can work on, you know, areas for improvement.”
she leaned back, pizza crust still in hand, and laughed. “wow. I sound so professional.”
eunchae shot her a deadpan look from the floor. “yeah, super professional with cheese on your chin.”
yn froze, immediately wiping at her face. “wait, seriously?”
“no,” eunchae said, rolling her eyes. “but you deserved that.”
“alright,” yn said brushing the crumbs off her sweatpants and standing up, “from the top. let’s see what you’ve got.”
eunchae rolled her shoulders back, trying to ignore how the lazy, pizza devouring yn suddenly flipped into coach mode.
the music started, and she began the routine sharp, practiced, familiar. but she could feel yn’s eyes on her the whole time, tracking every move.
when the music stopped, eunchae turned to look at her, expecting some dumb joke.
instead, yn’s expression was focused, serious her usual grin replaced by something almost intimidating.
“your footwork’s clean,” yn said slowly, crossing her arms, “but your shoulders are stiff. you’ve got to loosen up here” she stepped closer, her hand hovering near eunchae’s shoulder before she caught herself and pulled back, “like this.”
the sudden shift, the confidence, the control, it threw eunchae off. since when was yn this composed?
“try again,” yn said firmly.
eunchae blinked, stunned by the tone alone. “what?”
“again,” yn repeated, nodding toward the mirror. “until it feels natural.”
so she did. and with each repetition, yn kept correcting her short, clipped, completely serious. no jokes, no awkward rambling, just focus.
and eunchae hated that she noticed it the way yn’s voice dropped a little when she gave directions, the way her gaze sharpened, the small crease that appeared between her brows when she concentrated.
what is happening to me, eunchae thought, forcing herself to turn back to the mirror before yn could see the heat rising in her face.
after about forty minutes, yn finally clapped her hands together. “break time,” she announced, already reaching for her water bottle.
eunchae exhaled, collapsing against the mirror with a groan. “finally”
yn dropped down beside her, legs stretched out, her hair messy and sticking to her face. she was scrolling through her phone with one hand, holding the water bottle in the other, looking annoyingly unbothered for someone who just made her do the same dance a dozen times.
eunchae turned her head, still catching her breath and then she noticed yn’s shirt. four little cartoon boys with round heads and winter coats were printed across the front.
“…what show is that supposed to be?” eunchae asked, eyebrows raised.
yn looked down at her shirt and grinned. “oh, this? it’s south park.”
“never heard of it,” eunchae said flatly.
yn smirked. “yeah, don’t think it’s your thing. I’d recommend it, but honestly? half my humor came from this show, so you’d probably hate it.”
eunchae turned her head toward her with a glare that was more amused than she wanted to admit. “you’re probably right.”
“I always am,” yn said, taking another sip of water, acting smug right before her foot caught on her own bag as she tried to stand. she tripped forward, let out a quiet “oh shit” and just… stayed there. face down on the floor.
eunchae blinked, stunned into silence.
yn, voice muffled against the hardwood, groaned, “I’m fine. just gonna… stay here for a sec.”
and just like that, whatever weird flutter of attraction eunchae had been feeling evaporated. she pressed her lips together, trying and failing to hold back a laugh.
“you’re unbelievable,” she muttered, standing up and grabbing her bottle.
yn peeked up at her from the floor, grinning like an idiot. “thanks,I try.”
eunchae rolled her eyes, but the small tug at the corner of her lips gave her away.
“get up,” she said, trying to sound annoyed but it came out softer than she intended.
yn blinked up at her, still sprawled out like she’d given up on life. “nah, I live here now,” she said with mock seriousness. “this is my home. floor’s warm, nice vibe, great lighting.”
eunchae let out a sharp breath through her nose, somewhere between a laugh and an exasperated sigh. “you’re impossible,” she muttered, stepping closer and crouching down.
“come on,” she said, holding out her hand.
yn looked at it for a moment like she was debating whether to actually take it before grinning. “wow, I didn’t think you cared.”
“I don’t,” eunchae said too quickly. “you’re just blocking the way.”
yn chuckled but took her hand anyway, letting eunchae pull her up and for a second, the joke died somewhere between them.
yn’s hand was warm, her smile lopsided and a little shy, and eunchae’s heart did this stupid skip she absolutely refused to acknowledge.
as soon as yn was on her feet, eunchae let go, clearing her throat and turning away. “you’re heavy,” she muttered.
“I’m shorter than you,” yn shot back instantly, brushing herself off. “you’re just weak,”
“keep talking and I’ll drop you next time,” eunchae said, walking toward her bag but her ears were pink, luckily for her yn didn’t notice.
don’t ask eunchae how she got here because she doesn’t know.
she’s lying on her bed, phone in hand, eyes half lidded and unfocused as the dim light of the screen washes over her face.
on it, yn’s live is playing her first solo live.
yn’s sitting cross legged in what definitely isn’t the hybe dorms. she’s quietly singing along to some old uk band playing in the background, her voice soft and unbothered.
the chat floods with comments, and eunchae scrolls through them absently but she can’t stop looking at everything else.
the room looks… different. warm. alive. earthy vines hang along the wall, fairy lights glinting between them. a small shelf behind her is stacked with comic books and manga, a few tiny trinkets of random characters perched on top.
it’s cluttered but her kind of cluttered messy, real, somehow grounding. it fits her perfectly.
and it makes eunchae wonder what the rest of her room looks like.
her chest tightens at the thought, and she immediately shakes her head, frowning. what the hell was she doing?
she shouldn’t even be here. she’s the same girl who, not that long ago, said yn was annoying. exhausting. insufferable.
so why is she here now, watching her sing and smile like that stupidly charming grin was invented to ruin her night?
eunchae sighs, quickly exiting the live and tossing her phone beside her. she stares up at the ceiling, eyes wide, trying to will her thoughts to quiet down.
it lasts about three seconds.
she reaches for her phone again, and types yn cortis.
the first video is an edit, eunchae’s face goes hot before the video even hits the ten second mark. “oh my god,” she mutters, throwing her phone toward the wall. it lands with a heavy thud.
“you okay?” chaewon’s voice comes from the doorway, head peeking in with a raised brow
eunchae sits up too fast, hair a mess. “yeah! I’m fine!”
chaewon stares at her for a moment before shrugging and closing the door again.
as soon as she’s gone, eunchae flops back onto her bed, covering her face with her hands.
“what is happening to me?” she whispers, her voice muffled and defeated.
the next day, eunchae was already on edge.she barely slept not because of practice, not because of schedules but because every time she closed her eyes, she saw that stupid live, that stupid smile, and that stupid room with its fairy lights and vines.
and because of the mere thought of actually liking yn.
so, naturally, the universe decided to mess with her.
she walked into the café inside the hybe building, hair tied up, earbuds in, just trying to get through the day when she spotted them.
yn and martin.
but then yn turned and their eyes met.
“oh” yn called out, her grin instantly lighting up her face. “hey!”
eunchae blinked, her body refusing to move.
yn tilted her head, wiping her hands on her sweatpants. “how was your night after practice?” she asked casually.
eunchae’s brain short circuited. she opened her mouth, but all that came out was, “uh. night? yeah. night was… good. night.”
martin blinked. yn blinked.
“are you okay?” yn asked, brows furrowing with genuine concern. “is it because I didn’t offer you pizza yesterday?”
“what?” eunchae said, way too loud.
“oh my god, it is that,” yn groaned. dramatically, turning to martin. “I told you! I told you I should’ve shared. this asshole only let me take two slices!” she smacked his arm, not lightly.
martin winced, rubbing the spot. “you didn’t even finish the second one!”
“it’s the principle!” yn hissed, before turning back to eunchae with wide, apologetic eyes. “I’m so sorry, I swear next time I’ll get you your own slice.”
“no!” eunchae blurted out, hands flying up. “it’s not, that’s not, pizza’s not, I just ” she took a deep breath, realizing she was digging a grave. “I’m gonna go get a drink.”
and before either of them could respond, she spun around and practically speed walked to the other side of the café.
yn watched her go, blinking in confusion.“what just happened?”
martin sighed, sipping his drink. “bro, I don’t even know what’s going on anymore.”
yn stood there for a second, blinking between martin and the direction eunchae had fled.
“did I… scare her?” she asked, genuinely concerned.
martin shrugged, too used to her chaos to care. “probably. you have that effect on people.”
yn frowned. “rude.”
but before he could say anything else, she was already walking off, following eunchae toward the counter.
eunchae was standing stiffly near the end of the counter , pretending to look at the drink menu on the wall even though she’d been staring at the same chai latte option for over a minute. she could still feel her heart pounding in her chest like she’d just run a marathon.
great. perfect. she was officially insane.
then, like a bad dream, that familiar voice came from right beside her.
“you okay?”
she turned her head and there she was. yn, standing close enough for eunchae to smell the faint scent of vanilla and fabric softener. she had her hands stuffed into her hoodie pocket, her hair slightly messy, her eyes soft with worry.
“you, uh, kinda sprinted off,” yn said, tilting her head. “thought maybe I offended you or something. I do that a lot.”
eunchae blinked. “no! I’m fine. totally fine.”
“you sure?” yn asked, leaning a little closer. “you look like you just saw a ghost. or a very attractive person .”
eunchae’s throat went dry. “what?”
“you know, like when you meet someone and you freeze up because they’re so” yn stopped herself mid sentence, grinning awkwardly. “uh, never mind. weird example.”
eunchae quickly turned away, pretending to dig through her bag. “I’m just tired. that’s all.”
“ah,” yn nodded like she understood. “me too. maybe we both need ice cream therapy.”
eunchae exhaled sharply, almost laughing despite herself. “is ice cream really your solution for everything?”
“yeah,” yn said proudly. “after you said that very sentence to me I decided to make it my profession.”
and just like that, eunchae felt her heart do that stupid thing again that little skip she’d been trying to ignore since last night.
she looked away, trying to hide the faint blush rising to her cheeks. “you’re so weird.”
“thanks,” yn said with a grin, “I get that a lot.”
later, eunchae found herself back in the practice room, stretching and going through the motions of the choreography.
but her mind? completely elsewhere.
every time she tried to focus, she saw yn’s stupidly perfect smile.
she smelled that faint vanilla scent again, the one that made her stomach twist for reasons she refused to understand. she could hear yn’s voice in her head teasing, warm, somehow impossible to ignore.
“focus,” she muttered under her breath, jerking her shoulders back into position.
but the more she tried, the less she could. every move felt heavy, every spin awkward. she hated herself for it, hated herself for noticing the little things, hated herself for the stupid heat that had risen to her cheeks every time she replayed yn leaning close at the café.
what is happening to me?
and then, like the universe was mocking her, she caught herself smiling.
at nothing.just thinking about how annoyingly attractive yn was when she got serious in practice.
her hands fisted at her sides. stop it. stop it right now.
but of course, the moment she told herself that, she heard the soft shuffle of sneakers behind her.
yn was standing there, arms crossed, one brow raised. “you look… distracted.”
eunchae froze mid step, spine stiffening. “I’m uh… just warming up.”
yn’s gave her a small nod “alright! just don’t faint on me, I would probably cry, I don’t do good in those situations.”
and eunchae swore she could feel her heart skip again.
yn stepped closer, “alright! again from the top. I want full focus this time.”
eunchae took a deep breath, trying to center herself. I can do this. I will do this.
the music started, and she went and immediately, she tripped over her own foot.
yn’s eyes widened for a second, just a second before she covered it with a laugh, clapping her hands together. “ok, maybe not that much focus. you good? you’re starting to act like me.”
eunchae’s face went red. “I’m fine! totally fine! keep going!”
yn didn’t say anything, just leaned against the mirror, watching her move. and somehow, that look the intense and slightly amused look made eunchae’s chest tighten in ways she didn’t like.
she spun, trying to hit a step perfectly. yn tilted her head, stepping closer to adjust her arm placement. the heat of yn’s body brushing against her shoulder made her heart stutter.
“watch your elbows,” yn said softly, just loud enough for eunchae to hear.
eunchae froze mid step. heart officially leaving body. she swallowed hard. “uh, right… elbows. yes. ok.”
yn just smiled, stepping back,“hm. better. but your turn again. slowly.”
eunchae gritted her teeth, trying to focus, but she kept thinking about how natural yn looked confident, skilled, every move perfect and how stupidly attractive she was when she got serious.
and of course, just when eunchae finally got into the rhythm, yn leaned over to adjust a hand placement again, brushing her fingers lightly against eunchae’s wrist.
eunchae yelped, spun around, and froze, flustered beyond reason. “I…uh…”
yn raised an eyebrow, concerned. “you okay?”
eunchae’s voice came out way too high pitched. “I’m… fine! yes! I’m fine!”
yn chuckled, shaking her head. “okay captain ”
eunchae internally groaned. what is happening to me? why is this happening to me?
and somehow, she had to keep moving, or she’d die of embarrassment on the spot.
practice finally ended, and they started packing up. the music had stopped, the mirrors reflected nothing but empty space and scattered water bottles, and eunchae’s chest still felt like it had been running laps.
yn moved a little quicker, stuffing her bag and grabbing her jacket. eunchae shuffled beside her, suddenly aware of the silence stretching between them.
“uh… see you later?” yn said finally, her voice light but uncertain, like she wasn’t sure if she should leave or linger.
“yeah… see you,” eunchae muttered, awkwardly shoving her own things into her bag.
yn gave her a small wave before heading out first, the door clicking softly behind her. eunchae stayed frozen for a moment, staring at the empty doorway.
she eventually left herself, deciding to grab something to eat and clear her head, though she knew deep down she wasn’t really going to clear it. her thoughts kept circling back to yn. that stupid smile, the way she moved, the way she’d brushed against her just now… and all the possibilities.
finally, she sat down with her food, poking at it absently, and her phone buzzed. she ignored it at first, then gave in and called yunjin.
“I can’t I can’t stop thinking about her, and it’s driving me insane!” she rambled, words tumbling out in a panic. “I don’t even know what to do, I…ugh!”
yunjin’s voice was calm, patient, but with a teasing edge. “okay, wait. hold on. it’s obvious you like her. don’t even try to deny it.”
“no! that’s not”
“I think you’ve always liked her,” yunjin cut in, voice sharp now, “and you’ve been trying to cover it up, which I honestly don’t understand. she likes you, obviously. just ask her out. it’s not like she’ll say no.”
eunchae froze. the restaurant noise faded. the world felt impossibly quiet. there was just… silence.
then, her phone dinged. she picked it up, heart skipping. yunjin had texted her a location.
“that’s their dorm’s location, don’t ask how I know.” yunjin’s voice is heard making eunchae flinch, completely forgetting yunjin was still on the phone “you know what you want to do. stop fighting whatever this is.”
eunchae stared at the screen, the weight of everything crashing down. she took a deep breath, biting her lip.
okay, she whispered to herself. I just… okay.
and for the first time all day, she felt a little spark of determination.
eunchae stood in front of yn’s dorm door, heart hammering, hands fidgeting with the strap of her bag. after a deep breath, she raised her hand and knocked.
the door swung open before she could knock a second time and standing there was seonghyeon, looking utterly baffled.
“uh… hello? ” he said, squinting at her.
eunchae froze. “ sorry! I’m… I’m just here for… yn.”
seonghyeon’s eyes widened. “wait, you? for yn?” he blinked, clearly stunned. “since… when do you even care about her?”
eunchae opened her mouth, but no words came out. she could feel her face heating up.
“uh… sure though, yeah, her room is just right down that hall,” seonghyeon said quickly, gesturing awkwardly. “come in.”
she stepped inside, and almost immediately, the sound hit her loud music blasting through the dorm, the bass vibrating through the walls.
eunchae’s eyes widened as she walked past the living room area. the rest of the boys tried their best to greet her respectfully but it was a complete mess. one was spilling a drink, another had headphones hanging crookedly around his neck, and a third tripped over the corner of the rug.
eunchae kept walking, head down, this was absolutely insane, how does yn live like this?
finally, she reached yn’s door and knocked.
“since when did you guys grow manners to knock?” a voice called from inside.
yn opened the door her hair was messy, a hoodie half tucked into sweatpants, one hand holding a can of soda and then she saw eunchae.
she screamed. and slammed the door shut in eunchae’s face.
eunchae froze, blinking.
after a second, the door cracked open again. yn peeked out, hair even messier now, cheeks pink. “hi… what are you doing here?”
eunchae swallowed hard, trying to steady her racing heart. “I… uh…I just… wanted to see you.”
yn’s eyes widened, and for a moment, neither of them moved, the sound of the dorm’s
music spilling into the hallway around them before yn opened her door a little wider.
eunchae stepped into yn’s room, trying to act casual, trying to breathe normally, trying to not completely melt into a puddle of nerves. her eyes swept across the space.
“so… this is what the rest of your room looks like.”
yn froze, her head tilting sharply. “what?”
eunchae’s face heated instantly, and she spun around. “nothing…”
yn shook her head, closing the door halfway with a soft click, “okay… you can sit here,” she said awkwardly, motioning to the bed.
eunchae practically fell onto it, hands fidgeting in her lap, staring down at the blanket like it held all the answers to life.
yn leaned against the wall near her desk, arms crossed, trying to act casual but failing spectacularly. “so… is there a reason you’re here?”
eunchae swallowed, voice shaking slightly. “yes, actually.” she took a deep breath. “yunjin unnie… actually talked me into this. but I… I really can’t get you off my mind.”
yn’s eyes widened, “you… what?”
eunchae’s words spilled out before she could stop herself. “i mean, you’re… you’re so insufferable sometimes! and yet somehow… ridiculously cute! it’s… ew, it’s like have a crush….”
yn’s mouth literally fell open. she just stared at eunchae, blinking like the world had tilted.
eunchae covered her face with her hands, squeaking, “I can’t believe I just said that out loud!”
yn slowly shook her head, still speechless. “you… you what?”
eunchae peeked through her fingers. “I’m not saying it again! ”
yn blinked at her for a moment, still processing. then she shook her head, a slow smile spreading across her face.
“wow… this is crazy,” she said softly, leaning against the wall. “never would i have thought i’d hear those words come out of your mouth.
eunchae groaned loudly, burying her face in her hands. yn chuckled, stepping a little closer. “well… I could get used to this.”
eunchae immediately grabbed the small star shaped pillow from the bed and, with all the force she could muster, chucked it at yn’s head.
“shut up,” she muttered still hiding her flushed face.
yn laughed, catching the pillow mid air. “wow, okay, am not allowed to be surprised? I mean I’ve been waiting for this day.”
“just… stop talking.”
there was a beat of silence, the kind where the air feels heavy but comfortable.
yn tilted her head, voice softer now. “so… wanna watch scott pilgrim with me?”
eunchae peeked at her through her fingers, heart doing that stupid flip again. “…yeah. yeah, I guess I could.”
yn grinned, tossing the pillow back lightly. “good. because you’re gonna sit here, and we’re gonna watch it, whether you like it or not .”
eunchae groaned again, “you didn’t even say if you liked me back!”
“isn’t it obvious?”