Dreamcatcher reaction to their S/O (You) being clumsy
Author Notes: I love writing reactions so reactions requests are open for Dreamcatcher, Twice, Itzy, Blackpink, Red Velvet, Mamamoo, CL, BIBI, Girls Generation, (G) I-DLE, Jessi, Loona. 2NE1
Jiu
She sat at the table giggling when she noticed how clumsily you ate. There was sauce on your bottom lip and chin from the Pasta you both had on your date night.
„Y/N don’t move, you have something on your bottom lip and chin. Let me get it for you." Whispered Jiu with softness and amusement in her voice.
Her hand reached out to grab under your chin so she could wipe the sauce away with her thumb. She moved closer until you felt her breath on your lips. Jiu didn’t hesitate to kiss your lips until the sauce was gone from your bottom lip.
SuA
She was walked next at you on the red carpet of the award show. That dreamcatcher had to attend. Paparazzi took many pictures without stopping in any way.
You both walked towards stairs which SuA walked first towards to hold your hand so she can help you. Sadly that didn’t stop your clumsiness of you falling backwards on a couple of stairs. SuA looked towards you with a sympathetic expression on her face. Since she knew that paparazzi‘s took pictures of the clumsily falling.
„My poor baby girl. Don’t worry your wife is gonna make you feel better when you are going home later on.“ Whispered SuA into your ear with much sympathy in her voice.
SuA your wife of two years, the other bandmates and their bodyguards supported you both. They knew how fast you wanted to leave the red carpet to take a seat. Meanwhile they tried their best to sort you, SuA and her bandmates at your seats.
Siyeon
She sat down on the side stage to take a much deserved break of rehearsals their performance for the night concert. Sweat dripped down her forehead and she glanced with love literally in her brown eyes when she watched you dance. You are one of her back up dancers. You don’t dance at the night concert though. You are only rehearsing the dances with their other back up dancers.
She had a happy expression on her face meanwhile her eyes didn’t stop looking at you and your dancing form. Her expression changed from happy to sympathy after she saw you falling on your foot and wrists wrong.
A gasp of pain left your mouth and the other back up dancers crowd you. While one of them went to get the paramedics.
The paramedics checked out your injuries with Siyeon right by your side. She rubbed your back. She kissed your forehead and cheeks where tears rolled down.
„My clumsy kitten. Everything will be okay. For now let’s focus on you getting better…“ State Siyeon with love and sympathy in her voice.
Later you both found out in the hospital that you broke your wrists and your foot. Siyeon reassured you that you should focus on getting better before dancing on tour for Dreamcatcher. She promised you that she will take care of you.
Dami
She found you cute when you both met for the first time to be each other’s blind date. Dami asked you to be her partner only a few months later. She thought your clumsiness is the cutest she has ever witnessed.
Dami woke up when she heard you gasp in pain and saw you pouting. You held your elbow which you banged against the nightstand when you tried to stretch out the morning soreness.
„My poor baby, where does it hurt… let kiss the boo boo away.“ Cooed Dami with sympathy in her voice.
You pouted while moving your elbow towards Dami who kissed your elbow a few times. Which caused your cheeks to flush red in a blush.
Handong
She loved when she days off to spend them with you. Especially your tickling fights that always went into cuddling after a few minutes. Your clumsiness always gets you both into cuddling after:)
Yoohyeon
She loves going on walks with you. It absolutely made her days better. She adores everything about you. Mostly how cute clumsily you are at some point.
Gahyeon
She felt her cheeks flushing red in a blush after she bumped into you. You looked absolutely cute in her opinion. Your face with a shy apologizing expression is very adorable. The way your cheeks was flushed red in a blush. Gahyeon absolutely loves when you are clumsy.
a/n: happy Dami day!! currently out of town so I'll update the master list when I can. :) enjoy this fic!
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Prompt List >>> Masterlist
A Cherry Lime Slushie takes me back to a time before the internet and before myself and all of you. The history that makes our world is what defines this slushie. Some of history had sweet triumphs, but sour defeat was also a necessary part of the growth of society as a whole.
“Are you alright, my love?”
Her voice falls on deaf ears as your quill flies across the page in front of you.
You weren’t usually one for midnight writing, but your thoughts and worries kept you awake at night as you laid next to your lover. It was not unusual for you to toss and turn at night - a constant reminder of your failures as your next novel sits on your desk, awaiting further instruction.
Tonight, however, was a weird night. Despite all of your worrying thoughts, you managed to grasp onto a half-decent idea that needed to reach paper before you forgot it in the morning.
“I’m good.” With your free hand, you reach behind you to grab hers. “I’ll be back to bed in a minute.”
You were lying, and Dami most definitely knew you were lying as she pulled your hand up to her lips. Carefully, she presses a small kiss to your hand before intertwining your fingers.
“Don’t worry about me.” Dami gently places a candle at your side as you look up at her. “You’ll hurt your eyes if you continue to write in the dark.”
“What would I ever do without you?”
“Who knows, and who cares.” She smiles as you stand up to kiss her. “Stay and write as long as you need. I’m going back to sleep.”
With another goodbye kiss (or two), she retreats back to your shared quarters as you return to your writing.
Somehow, out of all of the people in the world, she fell in love with you. And you’d find a way to make her happy and satisfied, day after day, for the rest of your lives.
˚₊·★ Hello! My name is Demi, nice to meet you. This is my first time using this platform and I would love to post my little stories here. I hope you enjoy it a lot! My english is not that good, I'm sorry. ★
It's my first time, sorry if there are any mistakes.
pairing: knight!dami x knight!reader
genre: angst
word count: 0.4k
warnings: violence, injury, betrayal, blood
summary: there was no saving you this time
a/n: so i lied like a liar sorry :D anyway this will be a series with fics for each member based on the justice mv, many of them will be less 1000,,,probably
masterlist
The only sound heard in the dead of the night were the clashing of your swords. Brutal and clean, metal shrieking as you fought. The vibrations or the blade carried down the castle floors and walls, you were surprised no one had rushed to stop you yet.
Yubin was relentless in her pursuit. Every blow of her sword, measured and calculated and precise. She gained steps on you, pushing you back, forcing you to defend yourself. There was not a single chance for you to attack her. It would only be a moment before you’re cornered or distracted.
Though, it did not matter much. Her sword was only an extension for her righteous fury.
Anger, you could understand. However, it was her silence that scared you.
You have committed an action so wrong that there was no redemption. Not this time. Not from her.
At last, you’ve crossed a line even she cannot ignore.
Her eyes were empty but fixated, she’d shut away any of her emotions—goal oriented—to either catch you or kill you. She only wore such a look at war.
You would’ve tried your usual pathetic routes. An apology, a joke, a remembrance of a memory, some excuse—any excuse to justify why you did what you did.
But even you knew there was no redemption from this. You will have to live with that.
Perhaps, you were not saddened by the fact she considered you a threat. A traitor. An evil.
Or that, she found no mercy. No more chances.
No, what hurt you most was that she showed not a single shred of hesitation. If not hesitation, not a single mournful look for the years you’d spent fighting by her side. That easily, she’d thrown you out of her mind and heart. At the end, nothing overpowered her duty. Not even you.
Your foot caught on the edge of an uneven tile and you went careening on your back. Your sword swept from your hands in one clean strike, the same strike that left a warm gash on your cheek.
Tentatively, you brought a gloved hand to feel the warmth soak up the fabric.
There, you understood. Your one saving grace, a final act of kindness from her. The pulled strike to only weakly mar your cheek and let you know that, perhaps, she did feel some emotion in hunting you. Even if it was brief.
You looked up at her. Yubin looked down at you.
Her sword pointed at your neck.
any feedback is much appreciated.
a/n: do not know when other members will get their parts,,,literally this doc was the last i opened/wrote in and it was dated back to start of july ;-; have a good day/night everyone :]
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.
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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.
-first fic!!! This is actually hot garage (emphasis on the hot just bc it’s a dami fic)- but hey- I have to start somewhere :3
(No trigger warnings as far as I’m concerned unless you don’t like motorcycles or cops LMAO)
1:00 AM. When most people were asleep, you were wide awake, living on the edge and feeling a type of ecstasy that could only be brought on by the thrill of a risk. Adrenaline coursed through your veins as you sped down the highway on your motorcycle. You didn’t bother to check your speedometer. Few people were on the road at this time of night; at least people who cared. Tightening your hands around the handlebar of your bike, you lean forward as you speed to the left, passing quickly around a car that was probably going the speed limit. The cold wind hits your body as you ride. Somehow it managed to seep through every crack in your clothing and gear, sending shivers down your spine.
Each time you were able to go out like this, it was an escape for you. A peace from everything else going on in your life. Nothing compared to the feeling that came with the thought: any moment you could spin out of control. Granted- you were a safe rider, but the fear that came with the unknown helped move your more minor worries to the back of your head.
As you rode, the miles passing by quicker and quicker, your visor began to fog up. The cold air combined with the fast pace you were breathing left little room for the window to clear. A frustrated huff leaves your mouth as you flick the visor up. The cool air hits your eyes, almost aggressively with the speed you were going. However you couldn’t bring yourself to slow down. You let the water build up in your eyes as your gaze stayed focused on the road in front of you.
Out of the corner of your tear filled vision, you see something that doesn’t register at first. Once the fog clears though, the red and blue flashing lights become increasingly closer and evident. Lowering your head, you begin to slow down gradually. It appeared now that your bragging right of having no tickets was going to disappear from your list of things to be proud of. Pulling into the far right lane, you stop. With the wind no longer whipping around you, the cold air starts to feel like less of a ‘vibe’ and more like a pain in the ass.
Behind the interior of your helmet, the sound of a car door slamming gets your attention. Reaching to your right to pull your backpack off of your shoulder, you already begin to get out your license and registration, having heard from your friends how these things go.
“Do you know how fast you were going?”
The deep voice next to you snaps you out of your focus slightly, still digging around your backpack for the papers that you knew were somewhere in there. “Uh- no- sorry-“
“Hands at your sides please.” The unknown voice stated firmly.
You took a deep breath. In your 6 months of riding you never thought you’d get pulled over. Well- of course the thought crossed your mind every time you came out this late and rode like you were being chased by some sort of inevitable doom- but you never genuinely thought you’d get pulled over.
Sitting up straight, your shaky hands lower to your sides and you finally take the time to look over. The cop was a bit shorter than you’d expected for someone with a voice that deep. In fact she didn’t look all that intimidating, more or less concerned and wondering why the hell you were riding down the highway at who knows how fast. However the way her brown eyes pierced through yours, sent a jolt of something into your stomach. You refused to believe it was butterflies.
“Just keep your hands at your sides for me.” She reassured gently but firmly. “Do you know how fast you were going?” The officer asked again, seemingly noticing you didn’t exactly register her question the first time.
‘God no- not this question-’ You thought to yourself as you glanced to the side as you shifted on your bike ever so slightly.
“No ma’am.”
“Is this your first time being pulled over?”
‘Shit- she can totally sense my nervousness’ -“Uh yes.”
“Do you have your license and registration on you?”
You nod before responding. “Yeah- it’s just- in my backpack.”
Your heart beats fast as you pulled your backpack in front of you to search through it. You didn’t know if it was because of the cold you were shivering or if it was because of the way this officer was looking at you. It wasn’t anything special- but without admitting it- you liked when people were a little bit firm and intimidating. Aside from that though, she was insanely pretty. Definitely not the type of person you’d think would be patrolling in a cop car. Her dark hair was pulled into a bun, and in the light of the street lamp you could see…. hints of blue? You told yourself your mind was playing tricks on you. It must have been from the cop car lights.
Eventually finding your papers, you hand them over. Your nose and eyes were burning from the cold. It actually surprised you slightly that it wasn’t snowing or something with how the temperature felt. ‘It should snow- why isn’t it snowing right now- damn she’s so pretty….. this would make for a good hallmark movie-' Mentally you shook your head, trying to keep all the nerves and adhd thoughts away while you focused on a way to get out of the ticket that was most likely inevitable. Without noticing, you were definitely staring. Not into space, but right at the cop in front of you. You didn’t realize it, but she smirked under her breath, using the papers to mask the way it humored her.
“Alright- well I’ll tell you now you were going about 120 on a 70. That’s just a little too fast for these roads.”
You nodded as you took the papers back, your attention more so on the woman in front of you than what she was saying.
“Ah yeah- sorry- I just come out here to release my stress sometimes…” Rambling your hands shake as you attempt to fold the papers back up. Your mind excused it however. It was clearly the cold.
“Well, I’m sure there are better ways to release stress.” She sighed as she put her hands on her hips.
“Listen- I’m sure a million people have told you this- but it’s not only dangerous for you but everyone around you when you go over the speed limit. You don’t seem like the type of person to feel okay if you accidentally killed someone in an accident, or yourself- am I right?”
You nod your head, sniffling as your nose begins to run from the lower temperatures.
“Now since it’s your first time being pulled over- I’ll just send you off with a warning- but seriously, you need to be more careful.” Her voice gradually got softer as she spoke. It didn’t appear to you that the cold affected her very much as it did with you.
Out of the corner of your eye, you could sense she felt for your nervousness, and was maybe being slightly nicer because of it; Or maybe that was just your emotions playing tricks.
“Pretty nice bike you have though.” She stated lightly, stepping back to look over the dark exterior.
“Ah- thank you- it’s new- I haven’t been riding very long.” You mumble shyly. Slinging your backpack over your shoulders, you watch as the officer writes out a warning before she hands it to you.
“Clearly.” A soft teasing smile plays on her face. You hated the fact that it made you blush.
“Well- you’re free to go- just be careful next time- oh- it’s Officer Lee by the way-“. She says nodding in your direction before turning to walk back to her squad car.
“Don’t make me pull you over again!” Something in the tone of her voice was playful- you weren’t sure why. After all you’d just sat there a shaky mess for the past ten minutes.
Your brain doesn’t have mind enough to say thank you or anything, but you did manage to wave before riding off in the opposite direction. Whether it was your sleepiness due to the time, or the amount of delusional you were, you could have sworn she winked at you as she was walking away, and you thought about it the whole way home. It wouldn’t be until the morning when you replayed the situation that you would finally open the warning Officer Lee had given to you.
‘Stay safe. Don’t make me give you more than just a warning.’ -Officer Lee Yubin
Aside from the rest of the paper and the signed note, there was also a phone number. Part of you really wanted to go out again that night; Wanting to see if she’d be there once again. Maybe next time to give you more than just a warning.
