It was late at night, lonely in the streets, but waiting for someone. Your shoes stepped on the wet leaves, glistening a wiggly pattern of lights on the cement, and guiding you back home. The wind was cold, you forgot your coat, bad decision, but the thought of her was enough to warm you, at least enough to walk. The front of your building was gray and dull, but a small pot of orange poppies decorated the door frame, beside the welcome mat. You didn’t need to water them today, they were already relaxed with nature’s gift.
After cleaning your shoes, you entered the front door and walked up the stairs to your apartment. You opened the door.
The room was quiet, only the sound of the cars bleaching through the walls could be heard. You remained still for a moment, waiting for a voice, instead you heard soft snores far away. You walked down the hallway to see Jiheon sleeping calmly in her bed, your bed. She was wrapped around your pillow, small and vulnerable like a little bear. Her face was serene, the corners of her mouth ever so slightly curved up. You softly brushed her hair and went back outside.
She had already eaten, and there were piles of dishes and pans in the sink. You told her before you would’ve come late. But she wasn’t much of a foodie, she ate very little and was probably hungry right now. There were a couple of packs of instant noodles in the kitchen cupboards, they would be fine.
Jiheon was rolling around, lost in her dreams. She went from one side of the bed to the other, losing the pillow. Her hands instinctively went around, searching for something but finding nothing, they curled to her body. Feeling empty, she slowly opened her eyes and looked around. Where is he? Was it already morning? The window lit the bedroom and the room. She was expecting the sun but the light came from the moon.
Rolling down from her bed, Jiheon raised her ears and heard some rustling in the kitchen and the sound of boiling water. She grinned and slid to the floor, before standing up and sneaking out the hallway.
There she saw you, the sun she was expecting. Jiheon smiled and walked to you and wrapped her arms around your waist and pressed her chest to your back. You felt her touch and caressed her arms, letting her hold you.
“I missed you,” you said. She squeezed your body, far snugglier than your sweater.
“You say that but I had to wait for you all day,” Jiheon mumbled into your back, gripping it with a firm hold.
“I’m sorry. I really wanted to see you too.” You turned around and saw a small Jiheon still wrapped under you. She slightly loosened her hold, taking a small step back, and went on her toes trying to reach something on your head. Jiheon perked her lips and extended all her height, only to come back down, sulking at you.
You giggled, “What were you doing?”
“It’s not my fault you’re so tall,” she groaned, pouting. “I can’t give you a forehead kiss.”
You laughed and quickly pecked her head.
“What are you doing?” Jiheon hissed. “I have to do it. Come down! I have to kiss you!” Her hand went over your neck and she pulled your head toward her, dragging you down - If I can’t go up, you’re going down with me. Your knees bent until you were looking straight at her. Then she kissed your forehead, and again, and another time. Jiheon grinned widely, finally satisfied. That damn smile.
“See? It wasn’t that hard,” she said, beaming, you couldn’t see her eyes anymore from her large grin.
“Yeah, right,” you mumbled and turned around to the counter. You were blushing. There was something with her, usually, she was pretty quiet, but now she got very flirty. Or maybe it was you that was too weak for her. You finally cooled down, focusing on the stove, and said, “Let me serve these noodles.”
“Okay,” Jiheon said and waddled away to the table. You got the bowls out and poured the broth. It wasn’t much, a college student’s best friend. But what matters is who you eat it with.
“So how is the most beautiful person in the world doing?” you asked her while putting the bowls on the table.
Jiheon was looking at her phone and she continued scrolling. “I don’t know. How are you?” she said nonchalantly.
You stopped for a moment, the bowl still in your hand. Your voice cracked. “I’m fine. Thank you.”
Jiheon laughed and put her phone down, welcoming you to the table. “Come on, I’m not the only one who thinks that.”
“Oh, I can assure you, you are.” You handed her the noodles and sat in front of her.
“Are you tired? Was it stressful today?” you asked and slurped the food.
“Not particularly,” Jiheon responded. “We didn’t practice very hard today, just went over the same choreo.”
You and Jiheon ate the noodles and chatted, slurping, laughing. You would tell her whatever interesting things happened with the coworkers of your office where you have an internship, and she would tell you stories of her friends, old or new. A lot of interesting things happen around her as she’s obviously in the entertainment industry. Jiheon would tell you about Jiwon and Hayoung’s silly sexy competition, Chaeyoung’s disses, and Jisun's sudden sparks of energy. In your turn, you would tell her about your breaks - how one guy couldn’t stop talking about cute girls, another putting sport into everything, a glass guy sharing pictures and pictures of girls. But you made sure to precisely how you didn’t care about the pictures, feeling the danger in the air, instead only looking at hers.
“Who carried the show last time?” you asked.
“Chaeyoung and Jiwon, obviously, they can’t stay quiet.”
“Does that come naturally to them?” you asked.
Jiheon sighed. “Jiwon starves for cameras and Chaeyoung likes to tease everyone. You can’t have a single dull moment with them or be at peace, they are always behind the corner ready to do something.”
“What about the rest of the members?”
“The quiet unit,” she explained. “When Jisun, Nakyung, Saerom, and Gyuri are together nothing happens and the room becomes extremely quiet, and they randomly laugh or say something. Seoyeon and Hayoung just go with the flow.”
Jiheon put down the bowl and stretched her arms out and got up. “Let me get something to drink,” said Jiheon walking to the kitchen. “What do you want?” “Something as dark as my avenging soul," you responded. Jiheon rustled something in the fridge and came out.
Milk.
“I feel insulted,” you said.
“You should be,” she chuckled. “How long are you going to keep this act up? You’re a soft teddy bear.”
“Whatever,” you scoffed and drank the milk.
“Tasty.”
“Yeah, I thought so.”
After finishing the drinks, you got up and went to the kitchen with the dirty dishes and cleaned them. Jiheon waited for you in your room, scrolling her phone on the bed. There were a lot of her friends posting, dance challenges, funny videos, and study tips but not you. Jiheon rolled around trying to make time pass but got bored. She blew her bangs out from her eyes and got out. She peeked again in the kitchen, seeing you still cleaning the dishes.
She looked at your back, your neck, your nape… she wanted to kiss. It was pretty much asking for it. Jiheon sneaked behind you, leaned forward, and plopped her small head on your shoulder. Her eyes glowed. You turned around, “What are you doing?” you asked. “I’m waiting,” she said and smooched your neck.
You stopped for a moment. “What was that?”
“Affection.”
“Disgusting.” You remained quiet, but a tentative smile built up as surprise sank in, she noticed it. And then you said, “Do it again.”
Jiheon gladly did so, smooching you again, coming down to your collarbone too. You didn’t want to make her wait too much, so when you were finished, you went to the bathroom to quickly clean yourself and came back to snuggle into the covers with her.
When you hit the bed, she wrapped you immediately and immobilized you, better than a wrestler. She smiled at you, with that angelic grin, now covered in the blankets and her arms, it seemed like it was her wings wrapping you and she was your guardian angel.
“Finally together,” said Jiheon. “Are you tired?”
“Well, not anymore,” you answered and patted her hair, her cheeks glowed. She felt safe close to you, as she moved to feel more of you, she felt pleasure and tingling at every touch. You continued to stroke her smooth glowy hair. Her smile slowly weakened, but her eyes still couldn’t be seen, that’s when she gets sleepy.
Jiheon yawned. You knew it.
“Must be tiring being pretty all day,” you commented. She turned her head around with a smug.
“Then you must be exhausted.”
“Can you stop it?” You laughed.
“Nope,” she said as you hid in her neck. She patted your back, your final snuggles got you more and more sleepy. You sniffed her scent, a mix of her, shampoo and perfume, it was floral and soft. Your eyelids trembled, danced their last moves, and closed.
You fell asleep. Jiheon smiled and tried to sleep. But she stayed awake. She looked around and at you. Your cheek. A mischievous idea popped up in her mind. Very carefully she rose up, holding herself with her arms, and crawled on top of you. You were sleeping calmly with your mouth slightly open. Jiheon watched you smiling, almost blanking out when she caught herself. Her face went closer to your cheek, with her lips out, slowly, and she kissed…
You shifted. Your mouth.
Jiheon pulled out in surprise, blushing madly. She covered her face as you were opening your eyes. You saw her and quickly understood what was going on. You grabbed her neck, pulling her toward you. She tried to resist but gave in.
“No!” Jiheon squirmed, flustered.
“Come here! I saw you!”
“It wasn’t on purpose! I went for your cheek.”
“Well, now I want a real kiss,” you said and attacked her lips. She didn’t resist now though. Jiheon puffed her cheeks in annoyance. She was supposed to look mad, but it was impossible because she looked way too adorable. You pinched her cheeks and she flinched back, “pfft”.
“What are you doing?” Jiheon exclaimed.
“You got real cute cheeks, you know that?” you told her. “It’s my favorite part of you.”
“You said the same thing about my smile, eyes, thighs, belly…”
You shrugged your shoulders. “Can’t help it, I love everything about you.”
“Fine,” Jiheon smiled, “Go ahead.”
“What?” you asked her with a grin. You knew perfectly what it was.
“You can touch my cheeks.”
“Aha!” Jiheon instinctively squinted her eyes. You got both of your hands on both sides of her face and massaged her two round cheeks, she was smothered in your hands and her cheeks felt as soft as mochi, her skin was puffing through your fingers. Jiheon whined but was smiling so wide, making her cheeks even fluffier.
“Why do you even like them…?” she managed to ask.
“I don’t know, you’re just so adorable.”
Jiheon couldn’t say anything but a muffled whine.
“Let’s sleep now, though. It’s late," you later said.
“Fine."
“Good night, honey.”
“Night.” Jiheon hugged your chest, she could hear your heartbeat. It was a quiet pumping, it was a strange sound, but reassuring, knowing you were beside her. It beat at a certain rhythm, like the engine of a train, the train to dreamland.
Categories: fluff, cooking, really light blood but it shouldnt be too big of an issue
Word count: 1.0k
a/n: prompt by @msafterhours!! im actually a dumbass bc i got the prompt completely wrong lmao but here yall go!! oki i hiatus again byeee
It’s something about the manner in which the knife cuts through meat and muscle–something about how things come together in the pot that makes Jisun happy as can be. Home isn’t home, she’d think, when the kitchen hasn’t got windows that rays of sun enter through on warm mornings, or when the cupboards and cabinets aren’t stocked for visiting friends or midnight snacks. There’s a romance, a magic, a unique rightness in a home where one cooks for both body and soul.
“Good girl,” she muses, finding the beef sitting in a basin of water on the countertop, “can always count on Jiheonnie.” She replaces the now-cool water with a new pool fresh from the tap, before gathering the rest of the ingredients and getting to work.
Jisun opens door after door of cupboards, taking out each of the rest of the ingredients in turn: green and brown onions, sesame seeds and sesame oil, sugar and salt, garlic and ginger, red and black pepper. Cute, she thought, that each had a partner.
The sun watches intently from the other side of the window, filling her kitchen with a calming warmth you'd scarcely find anywhere else. The clouds rein in the too-intrusive rays, while specks of pollen merrily dance across the glass pane. With her celestial audience on the edge of their seats, she gets to work.
“Yeah it's you, yeah it's you,” Jisun hums under her breath. She measures out each portion carefully, transferring them into tiny bowls that matched colors and handles and rims. It must be something in her bones today, how her step is sprightly and her fingers reach and flex with less poignancy than she's used to.
It isn't long before she thinks back, a green onion steady between the countertop and her left hand while a knife is secure in her right, that she remembers when Jiwon held them wrong and almost cut her finger open. She recalls Hayoung slicing peppers, followed by onions, rubbing her eyes in between every couple of strokes to push away persistent tears that never seemed to run out. She smiles at the memory of Jiheon not knowing solid and liquid measuring cups were different, and the resultant cake falling flatter and growing firmer than their beloved maknae had liked.
Her lip finds itself between her teeth, thinking “Good thing they have me,” as the once-long stalk of green onion grows shorter and shorter. “What would they do without me?”
And yet, it was nothing compared to the contrary. It waltzes to the front of her mind, amidst draining the thawed beef of its former frost, how Saerom put her arm under her after a particularly rough day of practice. It shone like the sun, as Jisun mixes the paste, how Seoyeon talked her ear off when Jisun had run out of things to say. The rush of fondness fills her chest remembering how Nagyung complained when Jisun saw herself in the mirror and frowned at the reflection, all the while she works the marinade into the meat.
As she places each strip into the smoking wok, Chaeyoung enters her mind, the same way Chaeyoung entered the practice room in the baggiest pants Jisun had ever seen, only to pull out a Melona for them to share with their backs against the CCTVs. The scent and symphony of sizzling meat fills her kitchen with a profound sense of melancholy, remembering walking with Gyuri one morning before the sun rose, just one lap around the building, and yet it so happened that it was enough to share four years’ worth of troubles with each other.
She tips the wok over a respectfully waiting plate. The meat steams and settles onto the surface, expelling the tensions of the stove and relaxing into a Jisun-like state. The green onions fall predictably onto the food, meeting nooks and crannies in the meat with attention that welcomes a tongue seeking solace in homemade comfort. A final touch, Jisun thought, to finish the job, to give the palate something to want to come home to the next time it wanders out into the wide, wonderful world: just a drizzling of honey– not too much, certainly not too little. The viscous liquid spreads all over the dish, sending its enticingness to new heights and bringing the delicacy together.
At last, her meal is nearly complete. Jisun sets it on the dining table, right in the center of the square wooden surface. She admires it for a moment, the hard work of the past half hour lost on the world but not on her, before she clears her throat to finally, fully, completely allow herself to enjoy the fruits of her labor…
“Girls, time to eat!” She then counts silently, one, two, three– frantic footsteps grow louder and louder until Jiwon and Hayoung come crashing into the room. They both shriek, “I want to sit next to Jisun!” It makes her giggle, just as much as seeing Seoyeon and Jiheon holding hands and walking in step towards the table themselves. Nagyung and Chaeyoung follow, still glued to Nagyung's phone as Chaeyoung points to the screen, “That's the guy I was telling you about,” before they take a seat across from her.
Jisun takes a deep breath, waiting for one more, and it comes in the form of a comforting hand on her shoulder and a pat on her hair. “Thank you, Jisun,” Saerom whispers with nothing but love in her voice. Her leader takes a piece of the meat and makes a show of eating it, and it's almost comical how much she overreacts. “Holy shit, this is delicious–” Saerom mutters, her hand over her mouth.
Nagyung pipes up, “Thank you, Jisun-unnie,” prompting a slew of variations from each other member at the table, until a cacophony of gratitude fills Jisun's ears. The warmth of their love spreads through her body, filling her with gratitude of her own.
“You're welcome, girls. Eat well,” she says, as she finally takes a piece of meat for her own, giddy in the anticipation of knowing that it'll be one of the most delicious bites of food she'll ever have.
Reference Idol: fromis_9 SONG HAYOUNG
Word Count: 37.064
Tags: Mostly fluff , Kpop idol, fantasy, fromis_9, Song Hayoung
I fell asleep on the beach today, the sand felt like a comforting blanket. The sound of the waves and the gentle caress of the ocean breeze sent me into a deep slumber. In my dream, I saw her. Hayoung. She was as radiant as ever, her long hair shined like silk in the sunlight. She leaned in close, her fingers delicately stroking my face, and her sweet smile filled me with a warmth that I had missed for so long.
"Do you remember our promise?" she whispered, like a melody from our past.
I woke up abruptly, the dream dissipating like morning mist. The sky was a brilliant blue, and the sea sparkled under the midday sun, but a sense of sadness lingered. It had been years since I last saw Hayoung, and yet, she still visited my dreams as if no time had passed at all.
I sat up, brushing the sand off my clothes, and gazed out at the horizon. Life on Seonhae Island had a way of making time feel fluid, yet my memories of Hayoung remained vivid and unchanging. I loved her then, and I realized I still loved her now. But she was in Seoul, living a life that seemed impossible to reach.
After high school, Hayoung had moved to Seoul to pursue her dream of becoming an idol. She succeeded, of course. Her talent and determination made her a star, adored by flovers. I followed her career from afar, watching every performance and buying every album. Yet, despite the pride I felt, there was always an underlying sadness, a longing for the days when she was just a girl with dreams, sharing secrets with me under the big tree besides our school which now has been abandoned due to declining birth rates on the island.
At 28, I had settled into a routine on the island, working at my family's fishing business. The days were predictable, and while I found comfort in the familiarity within the island with all the residents, there was always a part of me that longed for something more, something that had gone long time ago along with Hayoung's departure.
One afternoon, as I was mending nets by the dock, my mother approached me with a smile that hinted she was up to something. “We have guests arriving today. I need you to help with the preparations.”
I was puzzled but didn’t question it. It was common for us to have family friends visit during the summer. I went doing my tasks, setting up the dining area and helping with the cooking. As evening fell, the doorbell rang, and my heart dropped when I saw who stepped through the door.
It was Hayoung.
She looked as radiant as ever, wearing a red dress that completed her graceful figure. The color suited her, making her look even more beautiful, if that was possible. There was a softness in her eyes that I remembered from our childhood. For a moment, time stood still. All the years melted away, and it felt like it was just the two of us again, as if she had never left.
Before I could say anything, she spotted our dog, Jjangi, who jumped towards her with excitement. Hayoung dropped to her knees, wrapping her arms around Jjangi, her laughter filling the room.
"Jjangi! I missed you so much," she said, burying her face in his fur. Jjangi wagged his tail furiously, clearly just as happy to see her.
Watching her embracing Jjangi, I felt a surge of emotion. It was as if all the yearnings I had kept buried for years resurfaced in an instant. She looked so natural, so at home, and I realized just how much I had missed her.
“It’s been a long time,” she said, while hugging Jjangi. Her eyes met mine, her voice made my heart fluttered.
I could barely find my voice. “Hayoung… welcome home.”
As we sat down for dinner, our parents distributed the cutleries. Both families gathered around the table, the atmosphere filled with warmth and nostalgia. Midway through the meal, our parents began reminiscing about the past, laughing about our childhood antics. Suddenly, my mother mentioned, half-jokingly to me, "Do you remember once you said you're going to marry Hayoung?"
Hayoung's mother chimed in, "Ah! yes, yes! You even said it in front us! You two were so adorable together. It would be nice if that came true. Should we do it for real this time?"
The families laughed together, the sound filling the room with warmth. I laughed along, but a sense of panic stirred within me. Could they actually be serious? The thought of marrying Haying, is a dream I'd held for years, yet the talks about it seemed too sudden and overwhelming.
As if on cue, Hayoung's father added, "You know, it wouldn't be a bad idea if you two got married this summer. It’s the perfect opportunity since Hayoung is back for a while."
I glanced at Hayoung, worried that this sudden talk would burden her. She was still an idol, after all, with a demanding career. She didn't say anything, but I noticed her sneaking glances at me, trying to see my reaction.
Hayoung’s silence made me even more nervous, but she continued to steal secret looks at me, her expression was unreadable. The rest of the dinner continued with more light-hearted chatter, but the thought of our parents' suggestion lingered in the air, creating a mix of excitement and anxiety within me.
After dinner, Hayoung and her parents went home. As the night deepened, I found myself restless, looking up to ceiling of my room, replaying the events of the evening in my mind. I couldn't shake the memory of Hayoung's secretive glances and all the casual yet significant talk of marriage.
As I was closing my eyes, my phone buzzed. It was a message from Hayoung, accompanied by a selfie of her silly look.
"Hey you, jigeum mwohae?" she texted.
I smiled at her familiar, confident approach. Despite the years apart, she seemed just as comfortable as she always had.
"Not much, just thinking about how crazy tonight was," I replied.
"Yeah, our parents sure know how to make things interesting haha," she responded with a laughing emoji. "All the nostalgic talks tonight reminds me of how we were in high school. I think I was kinda tomboyish and silly back then."
I chuckled, instantly transported back to those wild days. "Oh, you're 1000% right! You still remember you once cold punched the bullies into the freezing pond at school during early winter since they were trying to take our money? It was so chaotic they all were sent to hospital afterwards"
Hayoung's laughter echoed through her texts. "Hahahahaha… someone had to keep things in order and interesting! And you were the one who got panicked and afraid that they might actually die from that."
"hahaha.. they looked so pathetic I thought they were really in danger. That's right, and without you probably they would still bully me until now" I said with a smile emote. "You always did whatever you think right to do."
We continued chatting, the conversation flowing as easily as it had years ago. It felt like no time had passed at all between us.
After a while, Hayoung sent another message. "Hey, are you free tomorrow? I was thinking of roaming around the neighborhood, kinda miss this place a lot, could you accompany me?"
My heart skipped a beat at the thought of spending time with her. "Of course, I'd love to. What time?"
"How about we meet at 10 AM by the old tree?"
"Sounds perfect. See you then."
As I put my phone down, I felt a mix of excitement and nervousness. Tomorrow would be a revisit memories and perhaps the start of something new. With Hayoung back on the island, anything seemed possible.
The next day the sun rose with a soft, golden light filtering through the leaves, as if promising a perfect summer morning. I waited at the old big tree, anticipation stirring within me as I saw Hayoung approaching. She appeared from the path horizon, covered with beautiful white dress that seemed to shine in the morning sun. It was the type of dress I had always admired on her, the simplicity, yet elegance of it showing her natural beauty.
As she drew near, I couldn't help but smile. "You look amazing," I said, my voice genuine and warm.
A faint blush colored her cheeks as she smiled back. "Thank you," she replied, her eyes showed appreciation. "I thought you'd like it."
Her words sent a flutter through my heart, and for a moment, I struggled to find my composure. Hayoung had a way of effortlessly charming me, just as she always had.
The first place we ventured was into the forest, right behind our school, the air alive with the scent of pine and earth. There's nothing scary about the forest, we both knew everything about that place as if its our second home. As we searched for the flowers she loved, Hayoung's laughter echoed among the trees, filling me with a sense of joy and nostalgia. At one point, she suddenly handed me all the flowers we have gathered and turned to me with a playful grin.
"Race you to that hill!" she exclaimed, pointing ahead.
I grinned, unable to resist her infectious energy. "You're on!" I replied, taking off after her.
We ran through the forest, our laughter mingling with the rustling of leaves and the chirping of birds. The path opened up to a hill with a vast area of short grass, stretching out like a green carpet. The hill was quite high, offering a breathtaking overview of the entire island. The sea shimmered in the distance, and the rooftops of our small town were nestled among the trees below. Windmills scattered around, complimenting the whole look. The scenery was beautiful and romantic, a perfect backdrop for our day together.
As we reached the clearing, Hayoung suddenly stumbled and fell onto the soft grass. I rushed to her side, concerned.
"Are you okay?" I asked, reaching out a hand to help her up.
Hayoung looked up at me with a playful smile and instead of taking my hand, she pulled me down beside her. "I'm fine, sit here with me" she said, laughing. "Come on, let's just lay here and enjoy the view."
Reluctantly, I lay down next to her, the cold grass contrast to the warm sun. We lay there side by side, gazing up at the clear blue sky and the beautiful scenery of the island spread out before us.
"This is perfect," Hayoung murmured, her voice soft and content. "I missed this place so much."
I turned my head to look at her, my heart almost bursted with affection. "Yeah, and it's the best with you here."
We lay in comfortable silence for a while, feeling in the beauty of the moment. Then, Hayoung broke the quiet, her tone sound thoughtful. "You know, about our parents brought up that whole marriage proposal thing last night."
I felt a brief anxiety but kept my voice steady. "Yeah, they did. It was a bit of a surprise."
Hayoung turned her head to face me, her eyes serious yet kind. "Do you remember when you proposed to me in front of our parents? We were just kids."
A smile tugged at my lips as the memory resurfaced. "How could I forget? I even prepared with a bouquet of flowers I gathered from the forest."
She laughed softly, the sound blending with the gentle rustle of the grass. "You were so earnest about it, too. I remember thinking it was the most romantic thing ever."
"Do you remember," I began, turning my head to look at her, "how you ran away up here after I proposed to you in front of your parents?"
Hayoung laughed, the sound like a sweet echo of our past. "of course, I do. I got shy and embarrassed. I thought running away to this hill would help me to calm down."
"Then I chased after you," I continued, smiling at the memory. "And when I found you here, I proposed again. You then asked me what I could offer if you said yes."
Hayoung's eyes sparkled with amusement and nostalgia. "Yes, and since you're just a kid, you said you don't have money but you'd always love me and stay by my side."
I nodded, "And I meant every word. But you didn't answer right away. You asked for some time to think, but never actually replied."
Hayoung's expression grew thoughtful. "I was so young and didn't know what to say back then. But now, even after years later, I have proof of how true your words were."
"Do you still fulfill your promises?" she asked softly, her eyes staring mine.
"I do," I replied, my voice steady with conviction. "I always kept them. I've always loved you and stayed loyal to you, even when you were in Seoul. Everyone in town knows how much you mean to me. They always ask about you, and I always eager to tell how well you're doing in Seoul, keep supporting you from here and waiting for you to come back home is the best I could do."
Hayoung's eyes suddenly glistened with unshed tears, and she nodded. "I know. People in town kept telling me about it before I saw you this morning. I didn't know whether to believe them until now."
She took a deep breath, her gaze intense, holding her tears. "Oppa, propose to me again," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. This was the first time she addressed me that way. "Right here, with the flowers in your hand."
My heart pounded as I stood up, gathering a handful of the delicate wildflowers we collected together in the forest. I knelt down in front of her, the flowers trembling slightly in my grasp.
"Hayoung," I began, my voice filled with love and sincerity, "I've loved you since we were kids, and that love has only grown stronger over the years. I promised to always be by your side, to cherish and support you in everything you do, I kept that promise in the past, even now, and I will always be in future. Will you accept my love?"
Tears finally streamed down Hayoung's face as she looked at me, her smile radiant and full of joy. "Yes," she whispered, her voice choked with emotion. "Yes, I accept your love".
At that moment, an overwhelming sense of relief and happiness washed over me. It was as if that heavy burden I had carried for years had been lifted, replaced by a warmth that spread through my entire being. My heart swelled with love, and I felt an unbreakable connection between us, stronger than anything I had ever known. All the years of waiting, hoping, and remaining loyal to her had led to this perfect moment. My eyes started to blurred up by the tears of my own as I realized that she truly felt the same way.
My hands trembled slightly as I gently touched her face, wiping away her tears with my thumbs. I leaned in, and our lips met in a soft, tender kiss, filled with all the emotions we had kept inside for so long. It was gentle at first, an explorative kiss, but then it deepened, becoming more passionate as years of longing and love pouring out from our deepest heart. I felt Hayoung's hands slide up to my shoulders, her touch warm and reassuring.
The whole world seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of us in that moment. The kiss expressed all our promises, dreams, and a future we both wanted to build together. As we finally pulled back, breathless and with our foreheads resting against each other, the sun started to set behind us, casting a golden glow over the island and sealing our love in the beauty of that perfect summer evening.
"This better than I imagined," Hayoung whispered, her eyes looked deeply to me, a bright smile complimented her lips.
As the sun set behind us, Hayoung and I stood up, hand in hand, ready to head back to her house. The path down the hill was still clear, and we walked slowly, savoring every second of the moment. Our fingers interlaced, and I felt a deep sense of contentment and belonging.
As we made our way through the neighborhood, people began to notice us. Familiar faces turned toward us, and I saw smiles spreading across them. The older couples, who had known us since we were kids, nodded approvingly. The younger ones whispered excitedly to each other. It was as if the entire neighborhood had been waiting for this moment as much as we had.
One elderly lady, Mrs. Park, who used to be our homeroom teacher, clapped her hands together slowly and beamed at us. "It's about time, you two," she called out, raising her thumb up, giving approvals.
Hayoung and I exchanged a shy glance, both of us blushing slightly. Despite the embarrassment, we couldn't help but smile back at everyone. The atmosphere was filled with warmth and affection, making our happiness even felt real.
Hayoung giggled softly and squeezed my hand. "It's nice to see everyone so happy for us," she said, her voice filled with delight.
I nodded, feeling my heart filled with pride and love. "Yeah, it really is."
As we arrived at Hayoung's house, we noticed the absence of her parents' car in the driveway. The house was quiet and dark, just a single light on the porch. We exchanged a glance, realizing we were alone for the first time under the roof as a couple.
"Looks like my parents aren't home yet," Hayoung said, her voice tinged with a mixture of surprise and slight awkwardness.
"Yeah, I guess it's just us," I replied, feeling a tiny bit of nervousness.
We stepped inside, the familiar warmth of her home surrounding us. Hayoung closed the door behind us, and we sat down in the dining room for a moment, unsure of what to do next. The silence felt heavier than usual, filled with the unspoken tension.
"Um, do you want something to drink?" Hayoung offered, breaking the silence.
"S-Sure," I said, grateful for the distraction.
She walked into the kitchen, and I followed her, trying to act natural. As she poured us both some water, I couldn't help but notice how different everything felt. The playful ease we had shared all day seemed to have been replaced by a newfound shyness.
We sipped our water in silence, standing in the kitchen. I glanced at the clock and then back at Hayoung. "I should probably get going," I said, not wanting to think something inappropriate towards her.
Hayoung's face fell slightly, but she quickly masked it with a smile. "Oh, um, it would be nice if you at least stay for dinner. I mean, if you want to."
Her invitation made my heart race, but the nervousness got the better of me. "I.. Maybe another time?"
She nodded, but I could see the disappointment in her eyes. "Yeah, sure. Another time."
I felt a pang of regret as I left her house, the door closing softly behind me after we waved a good bye. As I walked down the path towards home, I couldn't shake the feeling that I was making a mistake. Yet, just a few minutes later, my phone buzzed with a message from Hayoung and a selfie of her.
"Oppa, it's already late at night and I think you must be hungry, I don't want you to feel hungry so…I decided that I'll be your dinner tonight.. Please come back? 😊"
Her message, along with her nude selfie made me stop in my tracks. I took a deep breath, my heart pounding hard as I turned around and ran my way back to her house quickly.
When I knocked on the door, Hayoung opened it almost immediately, she was wearing nothing but a white apron. A raccoon-like smile was on her face. "Changed your mind, Oppa?" she asked, her eyes sparkling.
"Yeah," I said, smiling back. "I think I'm just too hungry of you tonight."
As I said that, I moved towards her and started kissing her aggresively. I was eating her lips as if they're tuna sushi, making a big smooch sound for every breath, I gently bit her lips and suck them hard. Hayoung seemed to be affected by the whole atmosphere as she also started biting my tongue and pulled them inside her mouth. Our breath getting heavier and as our body curled in close together, I could see the lower part of her apron is now a bit wet from her love juice.
"Let's move to your room?", I asked, almost a whisper to her ear. "Y-yes, I think we should", Hanyang answered with an uncontrollable breath. She gripped my fingers softly, our fingers intertwined together in the warmth of the whole atmosphere and with that, Hanyang guided me to her room. Even though we had known each other for very long time, this would be my first time I got into her bed room. My heart's pounding harder by all the anticipations.
Hayoung opened the door, and we stepped inside, taking in the space. Her room was cozy and inviting, with a soft white paint on the walls and soft warm lights strung along walls. Photos and posters filled the walls, a mix of memories from her childhood and her journey as an idol. A bookshelf filled with books lined at one wall, and a comfy bed with a heap of pillows sat in the center.
Hayoung's smile widened, and she squeezed my hands gently. "I'm so happy now. It feels like everything is so perfect since ever we met again", She shyly said.
She turned her back to me, lifting her hair to reveal the delicate part of her nape. "Oppa," Hayoung said, breaking the silence. "Would you take off this apron for me?." while looking back at me with the soft look. I gulped, frozen for seconds while looking at her bare back and ass cheeks for the first time. I moved closer, my fingers trembling slightly as I untie the apron slowly from her back. The proximity was both thrilling and nerve-wracking, and I could feel the warmth radiating from her.
I couldn't stop myself from kissing her nape. Hayoung slightly raised her shoulder as she felt ticklish from the kiss. Her body smelled really nice, there's slight hint of flower, light perfume and… a hint of close to baby powder scent. My right hand started to travel to her breast, feeling them from behind.. I found it really sexy, my hand groped while my fingers started to pinch and teasing her nips. Hayoung didn't say anything, but she occasionally twitched and let out small moans and I found them so cute.
"Y-yaa.. why am I the one who's naked here?" she lamented while her hands started to get into my pants. "Eh?", she said half surprised, "Has it always been this big?". My little ego felt a slight jolt of happiness as she found my dick as what she favored. "No, it's not always that big, it got that big probably because of you?", I jokingly teased her. She let out a bright smile, she looked so cute yet sexy with those big breasts of her.
Hayoung then squatted down and started to remove my jeans, leaving me with just my shirt and boxer. She began stroking gently from the outer layer of my boxer, I got excited and some pre-cum started to wet my boxer and it leaked a bit to the surface. "Oh? What's this?", Hayoung wondering. "I-it's my love juice, got some out because I love you that much", I joked. Hayoung couldn't hold her laugh hearing my reply, she found it romantic yet naughty. She then started to smell them, putting her nose closer to the tip of my dick and she licked it slowly. She seemed to be enjoying the taste as she tried to put it inside her mouth. She bit my boxer and pulled them down, leaving my dick to be free, exposing it to the air.
She then looked closely to my erected dick with so much curiosity and that showed clearly from her racoon-like eyes. This must be something new to her as she's always tried to pretend like she doesn't like erotic stuffs. "They look so stiff, does it hurt? Should I slowly lick it?", she asked while looking at me to the eye. "No, not yet, you know right? Ladies first? Let me lick yours first". Hanyang face got redder. I pulled her hand gently and rested her on her bed. I spread wide her legs up to the air but she got shy so she tried to hide her pussy with both of her hands. Her eyes locked onto mine, she wanted to do it but all these new naughty things we did all of sudden made her scared a bit.
"It's okay, Hanyang, I'll do it gently, you trust me?", I said to calm her down. She nodded and let go of her hands from her pussy. I could see her pussy clearly as blue sky now. diamond shaped pubic hair, small labia and distinct pink colour inside her complimented the view of the most beautiful pussy I've ever seen in my life. Her pussy was wet and kept oozing some transparent, sticky liquid. I kissed her clits and started to suck them gently. I tried to put my finger into her hole but found out how short it was due to her hymen.
Realizing this, I just put my forefinger halfway, and bent them up, trying to rub the g-spot gently, building up the tense while kept sucking her clit. She began biting her finger, trying to hold her voice out, she kept looking at me with the face filled with ecstasy. She suddenly grabbed my hair and pushed it harder into her pussy as her body arching up, I grabbed her ass cheeks with my left hand to hold them up. Not long after, she finally let out big moan as her body twitched hard. I immediately knew she just come.
It's time to stick it in. I stood up and started to position myself into missionary to put my dick inside her. "Are we really doing this?", I asked her wondering if she's ready of what's going to happen next. She didn't say anything but a nod, signaling that she's ready to do it. I gently put my dick inside her, it was really tight and my dick tip reached her hymen. I slowly pushed them harder, and finally, it broke. Hanyang face mirrored a slight pain she felt as she grabbed my shoulder with her finger nails and scratched my back. It felt hurt but as she went the same thing, I didn't even dare to complain. A trail of blood started to stream down from her pussy and my dick was now completely inside her yet I didn't dare to move. I lowered my shoulder and we're now facing each other closely. "Are you okay?", I asked trying make sure that she's not hurting. "I-I am okay, just don't move yet", she answered.
With my hard rock dick still inside her, I felt the intimacy and comfort filled in the room. I could see every detail of Hayoung's face, the curve of her thick lips, the innocence in her eyes, the red blush on her cheeks. Everything looked so perfect the way it was.
"Do you remember the last time we were this close?" she asked, her voice a gentle whisper.
My eyes looked up, trying to remember if such thing existed. "Yeah, probably when we used to study together. We would sit together at my desk, facing each other as close as this".
She chuckled softly. "And you always found a way to distract us from studying."
"Wasn't that my job?" I teased. "To make sure you took breaks and enjoyed life a little?"
"Well, you were very good at it," she admitted, her eyes smiled. "And you still are. I don't even feel in pain anymore." I reached out and gently brushed a strand of hair away from her face, my fingers comfortably placed on her cheek.
"Hayoung," I said softly. "Should I begin to move?", confirming again that she didn't feel hurt. "Yes", she answered. With that, I began to move gently, ensuring that every move conveyed my true feelings to her, they weren't just lust, but sense of love, care, loyalty and responsibility.
Hanyang started to let out small moans, her expression started to show that she's enjoying it. "Oppa, It started to feel good, you can move faster now". I quickened my pace, creating slapping sound that echoed around the room. My eyes kept locked on her face, saving every memory of her expression in this intimate moment.
I moved gradually faster, the pace was blurring my sanity, I groped her breasts hard and Hayoung let out a loud moan. We kissed and ate out each other while retaining our hips pace. "Hanyang, I think I'm going to cum, let me do it outside", I declared with heavy breath as I could no longer hold it. "No, its okay, cum inside me, fill me with everything you've got. It's safe day, don't worry about it", she replied with uncontrollable voice.
She then suddenly folded her legs inwards, locking me in place, ensuring that I didn't pull out, pushing me even deeper that within seconds, I finally came. "Hanyangg!! I'm comingg!!", I shouted hard, releasing as much semen into her womb. Although I knew it's her safe day, deep inside I slightly hoped that she got pregnant.
Hayoung felt the burst of my semen inside her stomach. She slightly peeked down, my semen and the blood from her hymen seemed to mixed up, spilling out from her pussy. She then looked into my eyes and slightly nodded, her eyes shining with unshed tears. "We finally did it."
"I love you, Hanyang" I whispered, the words coming straight from my heart.
"I love you too," she replied, her voice filled with sincerity and warmth. "More than words can express."
Our quiet, intimate moment was interrupted by the growl of our stomachs. We looked at each other and we both laughed, realizing we had skipped dinner in all the excitement.
"It's almost 10 PM," I said, glancing at the clock. "We should probably eat something."
Hayoung nodded, her eyes still teary. "Are you going to cook? I'm starving, but I could use a bath after today."
"Sure, I'll cook something up," I replied, feeling a bit more confident now. "You can go relax."
She gave me a grateful smile before heading to the bathroom. I made my way out of her room to the kitchen, determined to make something special for her. The sound of the rain tapping against the windows provided a soothing white noise as I worked.
Knowing how much Hayoung loved seafood, I decided to make a simple yet comforting dish, jjukkumi bokkeum (spicy stir-fried baby octopus) with a side of rice and some banchan (Korean side dishes). The aroma of spicy octopus, garlic, and sesame oil filled the kitchen, mingling with the sound of the rain. Once everything was ready, I plated the food and carefully carried it back to Hayoung's room.
When I arrived, Hayoung was just stepping out of the bathroom, wrapped in a fluffy towel. Her hair was damp, and she looked refreshed and beautiful. She smiled when she saw me with the food.
"That smells amazing," she said, her eyes lighting up.
"Well, I hope it tastes as good as it smells," I replied with a grin, setting the plates on her bedside table.
She changed into a comfortable dress and joined me on the bed. The rain continued to fall heavier outside, creating a cozy atmosphere. We ate together, exchanging smiles and gentle touches. At one point, I reached out and took a piece of chili on her cheeks, while brushing a strand of wet hair from her face.
"This is delicious!," Hayoung said. "I missed home cooked food like this."
"I'm glad you like it," I said, feeling a sense of pride.
As we finished our meal, the rain intensified, drumming steadily against the roof. It was clear that Hayoung's parents wouldn't be able to make it back home tonight, and I realized that I would probably be staying here too.
"Looks like I'm not going anywhere," I said, glancing at the rain-soaked window.
Hayoung looked at me with a shy smile. "I don't mind. In fact, I'd like it if you stayed."
I stood up, stretching a bit. "I should probably take a bath too," I said, feeling a bit self-conscious.
Hayoung shook her head, her smile mischievous. "No? You don't need though?," she said, her eyes were playful. "You always smell good."
I chuckled, feeling my cheeks warm. "My sweat smells good? Really? Well, okay, If you say so."
"I do," she insisted, tugging me back onto the bed. "Come, stay here with me in bed."
We settled back on the bed, the remnants of our meal pushed aside. The room felt even cozier with the sound of the rain enveloping us. I took her hand, and we lay back down, side by side, facing each other.
"Thank you for dinner," she whispered, her eyes locked onto mine, her smile brightened.
"And thank you for being here," I replied, squeezing her hand gently.
"You know," she said softly, "this feels like a dream. Like we're really living together, like husband and wife."
I smiled, my heart felt the warmth. "It does, doesn't it? I can't wait for the day I become your real husband."
She blushed, her eyes shining with happiness. "Me too. I've always imagined what it would be like to come home to you, to spend every evening like this."
Hayoung shifted closer, her head resting against my shoulder. "I love you," she whispered, her voice filled with honesty.
"I love you too," I replied, feeling a deep sense of contentment. I put my hand around her shoulder, pulling her closer under the warm blanket we shared. So many things had happened today, and every single moment felt like a dream. As I thought about it all, I realized Hayoung had already fallen asleep on my shoulder. We both fell asleep in each other's embrace, closing the never forgotten day in our whole life with each other's warmth.
Morning arrived, and I was gently woken by Hayoung’s soft voice. "Oppa, wake up," she whispered, her hand gently shaking my shoulder.
I opened my eyes, blinking away the remnants of sleep, and found myself staring into her smiling face. It was the most beautiful sight I had ever seen, and I felt relieved. This wasn’t a dream. It was real, and she was here with me.
“Good morning,” I said, my voice husky from sleep.
“Good morning,” she replied, her smile widening.
As we prepared to leave the room, Hayoung grabbed my arm, interlocking her arm with mine, making me feel like we were a real husband and wife sharing our first morning together. It was a simple gesture, but it filled me with warmth and happiness.
However, as we opened the door, we were greeted by the playful grins of both Hayoung’s parents and mine. They stood there, clearly amused, and it was clear evidence that they knew exactly what happened last night.
“Good morning, lovebirds!” Hayoung’s father said with a chuckle.
My mother added, “Hayoung-ah, due to the heavy rain last night, your parents stayed over at our house last night. When they checked the CCTV in the dining room from their phone, they saw you two. It was lovely to see how happy you both were. I bet both of you had the most amazing night yesterday”. She said while teasing us.
Both Hayoung and I blushed, feeling a mix of embarrassment and amusement. We were promptly led to the dining room where breakfast was already prepared by our parents.
As we settled down for breakfast, the teasing didn’t stop. “So,” Hayoung’s mother began, her eyes filled with mischief, “When are you two planning to get married?”
I nearly choked on my food, caught off guard by the directness of the question. I glanced at Hayoung, who met my eyes with a calm, reassuring smile.
“Well,” I began hesitantly, “We havent…”
Hayoung suddenly squeezed my thigh under the table. I looked at her in surprise, and she gave me a mischievous grin, nodding ever so subtly as if urging me to say the otherwise. It was a clear signal to me, a signal that said she was ready for us to make this decision together.
Taking a deep breath to steady my nerves, I continued, “We’ve decided to get engaged this summer,” I said, my voice steadier now.
Hearing this, our parents expressed their happiness and approvals. “Now that’s the news I want to hear!” my father exclaimed.
“We’re so happy for you both,” Hayoung’s mother added. “It’s going to be a perfect summer this year.”
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I always loved Summer season. The season with a gentle warmth that seemed to embrace our island, our home. And now, it was the perfect season for our engagement party, a celebration in the eventful evening that brought together not just our families and friends, but the entire community that had watched us grow up together.
The venue was decorated with vibrant colors of summer, with strings of fairy lights twinkling overhead and tables filled with bouquets of flowers. A large banner proclaimed, "Congratulations Hayoung & Y/N!" in cheerful letters, celebrating the culmination of our long journey from childhood friends to soon-to-be official husband and wife.
During the party, the fromis_9 members joined in the celebrations wholeheartedly, mingling with guests, enjoying the food, and even participating in some of the traditional dances performed to celebrate the engagement. Their presence added the excitement and glamour to the event, turning it into a memorable occasion not just for Hayoung and me, but for everyone who attended.
The engagement ceremony itself was heartfelt and meaningful. Hayoung looked radiant in a traditional Korean hanbok, her smile lighting up as she stood beside me, wearing an outfit that felt like a perfect fit for the occasion. We exchanged rings, symbols of our commitment and love, amidst applause and happy tears from our loved ones.
During the event, there was a slideshow playing on a large screen, showcasing photos of us growing up together. From playful days in kindergarten to high school, the slideshow captured our journey through the years. It was a touching reminder of how far we had come and the unwavering support we had received from our families and community.
Among the guests, including friends and business partners from Seoul, where I would soon join Hayoung. It was decided that I would work at my parents' business branch there, ensuring that Seoul branch blooms into a bigger business.
As the evening deepens, Hayoung and I found a quiet moment together under the sky filled with stars. We looked around at the warm gathering of our friends and family, feeling overwhelmed with gratitude and love. This summer, which had started with a simple reunion, had become a season of a long awaited love fulfilled and new promises made.
Holding each other's hand gently, we knew that our journey together was just beginning, filled with endless possibilities and the unwavering support of those who had watched us grow from childhood friends to partners in both love and life, until death do us apart. -End.
a/n: fluff, no gendered terms, mentions of kissing. first post omg!
saerom ˖ ࣪⭑ pottery class. saerom would love picking out inspo on pinterest with you on the days leading up to the date. you guys would do a matching mug set; her with a green mug and you with a red one (christmas themed ^^). she's so sneaky the way she reaches over you and puts her hands on yours under the guise of trying to help mold the clay.
hayoung ˖ ࣪⭑ making a song with you. you wanted to write a song as a gift for your friend, and what better place to make one than with the queen of songwriting herself! she would be so attentive in listening to what kind of song you want, and so so patient when you don't understand a part of the song making process.
gyuri ˖ ࣪⭑ going to a tennis game! it's summer, and what better way to celebrate than going to a game! you get in the spirit all the way from the comfort of the cool bleachers. you both settle on a team to support and are quickly absorbed in the game. gyuri's sure to make you feel better with ice cream after your team loses.
jiwon ˖ ࣪⭑ mini golf. a dose of healthy competition never hurt anyone! you've never played before, so jiwon has the advantage in this game. not to worry! to keep it fair, she'll give you some pointers and help you perfect your form. she eventually (secretly) throws the game to let you win, because your cheerful face of victory was all she was looking for.
jisun ˖ ࣪⭑ gym date! you two are wearing matching workout sets, you in pink and her in black. you start out your workout with some stretches, (jisun would hate to see you sore), and you get to work on some cardio. seeing jisun all sweaty and hot leaves you dizzy, so jisun elects to have a water break. jisun can't tell if it's the endorphins from the workout, but you look prettier than usual.
seoyeon ˖ ࣪⭑ ikea date. this might be a bit unusual but seoyeon loves walking around in ikea with you. she loves the food court and seeing the sets and imagining living in a room like that with you one day. your eyes twinkle under the show lights and seoyeon can't tell what's sweeter; the sight of you or the ice cream she's currently enjoying.
chaeyoung ˖ ࣪⭑ night walk. honestly chae seems like the type to enjoy simpler dates. she just wants to appreciate the time you have together with no bells and whistles. she loves being pushed on the swing, feeling the wind in her hair, while you two have a conversation about the past, present and future.
nagyung ˖ ࣪⭑ gaming cafe. as we all know, nakko is our resident gamer. she'd love to take you to one of her favorite gaming spots and teach you all things gaming. she'd order a huge bowl of ramen for you to share, and she'd get right to business. she'd start out playing fortnite with you to get you started and would carry you well throughout the game. she'd totally reward you with a kiss for winning.
jiheon ˖ ࣪⭑ photo booth. even though you were originally planning on going to an arcade, jiheon spotted a photo booth stand and pulled you in! she already finds you beautiful, but when you ask for some mascara and lip gloss to touch up your makeup, there's no way she'd refuse. you take a couple of silly shots, and a surprise cheek kiss (from your end) that really pulled the set of photos together.
A/N 1: Hello Orenjideul! It has been like almost 3 months since I last posted a fic and now here I am! Ahaha, midterms has been a pain in the butt but gladly, it's now done and I'll go back to serving some fluff fics for y'all! Hope you enjoy this one and stay safe everyone!
This day never could have been perfect as the velvety-red-orange-like skies blooming within the reach your eyes can see—it feels like a dream seeing them; the ebullient sounds of people around the amusement park serves as the cherry on top. You never felt euphoric in your whole life as there’s so much serotonin running throughout your body and it can’t be helped as you’re with the sunshine of your darkest days, the happiness that rivaled your depressing days—the love of your life.
It has been a year since you’ve met her in a milk tea shop and you’ve never been grateful in your whole life after meeting a girl like her. It was a “love at first sight” moment as both of your hearts felt magnetic to each other. Both of you went out as you became friends with her as time went by; the connection upped an ante as the two of you are now in a romantic relationship. Now with your first anniversary with her, you’re making this day special as you wanted to make her feel the ultimate delight that she has never experienced before.
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“Yah Yeonie! Come here! I want to show you something!”
Your cheerful tone sends excitement down Seoyeon’s spine as a faint smile paints her face, making you feel soft to her once again.
“What is it?”
“Can we ride at that roller coaster there? It looks fun! And, besides, I’m sure you will enjoy it, Yeonie.”
“Ugh, do I look like I enjoy riding in a roller-coaster?”
“Yeah, why?”
“Shut it! You know I don’t like riding with these kinds of stuff especially, that HIGH!”
She points her index finger at the tall loop at the roller coaster which made you laugh at her being scared and worried about what could happen next.
“Hey, hey Yeon, relax, you're with me, so you'll be safe. Besides, it's not like we're doing this everyday! Come on, please?”
You gave her a reassuring smile between the saccharine tone of yours, hoping that she agrees, even just this once.
“Uhh, fine…”
Your arms gesture happily as victory is earned as she agrees on what you want. The day is still long as the sun is still above the horizon, knowing that there’s still time for the both of you to bond with each other.
You hold her wrists gently, dragging her as the both of you rush towards where the roller coaster is located.
“What’s with the rush?”
“So, we get on the line fast! Don’t you want it? We’ll finish faster too!”
“More like, killing me faster…”
A chuckle escapes your lips about the joke that she said as a faint smile curves onto her lips, knowing that making you laugh is always a memory of hers and both of you know that no one’s offended, which makes this a wholesome moment.
“Yuh! I don’t mean it like that, anyways, I’m sure you’ll enjoy it!”
“Whatever…”
The both of you fall in line as the both of you watch the coaster looping in a fast succession, making you in awe as her face is in fear. You see it and immediately begin caressing her hair in a playful manner, which earns a startle from her. You’re not usually like this as she knows how much you like teasing her playfully and not really showing affection towards actions. She’s not complaining as she feels comfortable in your arms, a smile curving her lips as response from your affection.
“You’ll be safe in my arms, okay? Just enjoy this and don’t be scared.”
You patted her back as you gave her a reassuring smile, knowing how much she melts with that sweet smile of yours—it always makes her comfortable. Maybe it did work as she smiles back, causing your heart to flutter yet you know how afraid she is as it’s evident from her expressions—more people are coming in the roller coaster as it’s going to be at least two turns for the both of you to get a grip on this ride.
“Woah, that loop looks fun! Ahh… can’t wait to ride it!”
“When did she show interest in these kinds of thrilling rides? Must be my doing…”
You can’t blame her for being confident all of a sudden as you thought as the cause of that is all because of your reassurance. There’s nothing wrong with it yet you’re baffled at the sight of it—even proud about Seoyeon’s audacious demeanor that you’ll never forget.
As a couple of loops, turns and screams have passed, the two eventually get closer to the thrill as you can see Seoyeon’s vibrant expressions and hear her deep, raspy voice being cheerful and it never fails to awe you. You always had a soft side for her yet you never felt softer than before considering how adorable and lively Seoyeon is today. Is it because of the places you treated her? Is it because of how fun it has been? Is it because of your anniversary with her? Is it because of you? These questions lingered around your mind about Seoyeon’s sudden switch of mood yet you’re not complaining.
“Oh, it’s now our turn, Yeonie. Don’t be scared, alright? Just have fun here! I’m sure you’ll enjoy this.”
“Wow, it does help me to not be scared… Thank you…”
Seoyeon’s sarcastic tone makes you giggle, knowing that no one is offended. The both of you then find a seat at the back as you fasten your seatbelts, making sure that everything is neat and fine. Both of you take deep breaths as Seoyeon holds your hand, tightening the grip as she feels the roller coaster moving up, making her feel mixed-up emotions as adrenaline pumps down her veins and so are yours.
Seoyeon looks calm at first yet you know how she’s screaming inside as the roller coaster goes higher and higher until the both of you can see the whole amusement park. She then closed her eyes as she tightened the grip of her hand on yours, knowing how much afraid she is in terms of heights yet you still managed to cheer her up, reassure her even though you feel the same—you want to make her feel better than yourself.
“Hey, just take deep breaths and you’ll enjoy this, okay Yeonie?”
All the response that you got is her eyebrows scrunching like an adorable panda that she is, knowing how scared and thrilled she is as the roller coaster is near at the top where you know that any second now, you’ll experience the paramount of fun and fear all in one go—the freefall.
You prepare yourself from the inevitable as you hold her hand, not wanting to let go of her as she lets out a scream of half-joy, half fear as she feels exhilarated and so are you. Once you hear the railings click, you know that this is the time of delight as the roller coaster goes down at lightning speed within a blink of an eye.
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Series of screams and laughs can be heard from the distance as the wind blows directly at your faces considering how fast the roller coaster is. Series of G-Forces can be felt as the roller coaster goes in a series of loops and turns which you enjoy whole-heartedly. You always want to experience these kinds of things—you always want to experience thrill and new adventures throughout your life.
“AHHHH! Oh my f- AHHHHH!”
Seoyeon’s screams ring all over your ears as you just close your eyes and count the seconds that’s passing as you want this to end quickly, as soon as possible. Eyebrows furrowed, you’re curious about what's happening around you as you refuse to open your eyes, fear taking over your body yet you fight it. Eventually, you got a sight of what's happening around you—people enjoying and thrilled about the ride as well as the view high up—as you looked to Seoyeon beside you who seems to be delighted about the experience. Time feltl slower as Seoyeon’s flawless features are in your sight, making you in awe. A smile paints your face, dopamine running down your veins as excitement skyrockets over the roof.
A lap around has been completed as you start to feel dizzy and dumb-founded as the numerous loops and turns is to blame. Concern then paints your face as Seoyeon may feel the same, yet worse as you know how weak her stomach is.
“Hey Yeonie, a-are you feeling good?”
“Yeah! This ride is so fun!!”
“She’s not showing any signs of fear? She’s maybe on to something…” You taught yourself as Seoyeon seems to be showing such uncanny expressions—it almost feels like she’s a new person with the same body but you dismiss those thoughts from letting you overthink as fun is what matters now.
Not so long after, Seoyeon then got a glimpse of you as she laughed with the faces you're making and on how you're screaming like a helpless child.
“Yah! Are you a-alright?”
“Wha-DO YOUUUU-AHHH—think??” Your screams make you a clown in front of Seoyeon as she non-stop laughed while still enjoying the ride—also, still feeling the thrill of it. As you were screaming your lungs out, Seoyeon becomes calm as she feels overwhelmed about this experience, an experience that she’ll never forget.
The ride then stops after two laps as you sigh in relief, thanking that everything is over as you got up on your seat slowly and checked on Seoyeon immediately if she was alright.
“What do you mean? I’m really fine!” Her adrenaline-filled words reassures you yet you’re not convinced as you know how weakly she takes these kinds of rides. Even though you’re the one who got scared all throughout the ride, you still prioritize checking on Seoyeon as concern dominates your feelings.
“Are you really sure, Yeonie? I know you…”
“Yeah!! We can go for another one if you want to…”
“No, thank you.”
A giggle escapes your mouth from sarcastic persuasion as the both of you get out of the ride. It seems like she wants to go for another yet you know that she can’t take another more, so you doubted her limits. Of all of the things you’ve done, this is maybe the most exhilarating and the most regrettable one yet you didn’t complain further as you savor every second with Seoyeon and couldn’t ask for anything more.
A few walks is all it takes for a call of nature as you hurriedly rush to the nearest restroom you can find and also reminding Seoyeon that you’ll be back shortly and telling her to just wait in the bench near the coffee kiosk.
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Boisterous noises of people screaming and having fun can be heard anywhere yet it’s just silence from Seoyeon—her right feet tapping the ground with a fixed pattern as her thumb scrolls up the contents of her newsfeed on her phone while waiting for you.
“Hey Yeonie, I’m here! I’m sorry that it took a while, coz’ there’s a lotta restrooms that are occupied…”
“It’s alright. I’m just feeling tired all of a sudden…”
You knew this would come yet not this way but it’s reasonable since it has been almost a full day of the both of you traveling and eating at places as well as having fun and you know she’s saying these kinds of things because of her subsided adrenaline.
“Aren’t you just wanting to take a ride again on that roller-coaster earlier or am I just tripping?”
“Maybe both. Ugh, you’re such a kill-joy person. Haaa…”
Exasperated breaths escaped Seoyeon’s mouth as you know that she’s indeed serious about what she said earlier as it is evident.
“Yah, I’m sorry Yeonie, it’s just the fact that I wanna know what you’re really feeling…”
A hand on her back, you patted her reassuringly, making her feel comfortable in your arms. She then smiled at your simple action which always makes your heart flutter.
“You definitely look tired, Yeonie. I’ll take you home so you can rest, alright?”
“Okay…”
Without a time to waste, the both of you went to your car in the wide parking lot outside the amusement park. After the both of you got into the car, you asked her if she’s really feeling alright since she’s not really exaggerating when it comes into expressing what she’s feeling.
“I’m just feeling tired, that’s all…”
“Oh, okay… Don’t you want some food? You’re maybe just hungry because of that ride.”
“I’m good. I just wanna rest…”
“Are you sure Yeonie?”
“I am…”
She then held your hand as a sign of trust, making you convinced that she’s feeling fine yet you’re skeptical, knowing how she’s feeling not-so-herself today.
You always had a thought of her faking her façade to attract your attention but it doesn’t seem to be the case at this moment. The both of you then went to the parking lot, straight to your car as Seoyeonquickly opened the door and thuds onto the seat, diverting your attention to her again as concern paints your face.
“Are you really alright, Yeonie?”
“Yeah, I’m fine, just drive us home so we can rest…”
Her reply is colder than ice; her face stern as you’re confused on what got to her to act this strange. Without any hesitation, you just dismissed those thoughts and just focused on driving the both of you home.
This day has never been so awkward between you and Seoyeon as the both of you haven’t converse since you started driving. You didn’t mind taking a glance on what she’s doing as you’re focused on driving with nothing else in mind. You’re not feeling any anger or frustration, yet confusion is. She felt strange and you don’t know how to react to it so you just hope for this to end as it starts to ruin your day.
“Yah, Seoyeon-ah, are you-”
Finally having a thought to take a glimpse of her and you're not surprised on what you saw—her sleeping peacefully as her body rests like a panda. You didn’t look too long as you’re driving but you can’t help but giggle at her current state.
“The things you do to me Seoyeon-ah…”
You then dismissed those enervating thoughts earlier as you played your favorite songs on the radio while driving to boost your mood and serotonin throughout the entire course of the ride.
Completely ignoring any distractions, you bobbed your head to the beat of the music as you feel much more reinvigorated than before. It even got to the point that you almost forgot Seoyeon was even there, in the passenger seat, still sleeping peacefully.
It wasn’t such a long ride for the both of you as you just arrived at Seoyeon’s place with just the 8th song finishing its last seconds.
“Yah, we’re—”
You paused as you took a look with flawless features. You just realized how mesmerizing she looks whenever she’s sleeping and you’re in awe of it. You’ll never get tired of seeing her, on how beautiful she looks—her visuals are out of this world. Dismiss the aggression on your voice and wake her up slowly and you did just that. Caress her cheek gently as you softly wake her up, she was met by your gaze as her eyes prettily fluttered, her drowsiness evident from her short, sweet nap.
“We’re here Yeonie~”
“Woa—it was too fast, I wanted to sleep longer…”
“Well, the destination’s not that far from your place which explains why we’re fast. Plus, there was no traffic on our way here. Besides, you can sleep there as long as you want.”
She yawns in front of you as you find her stern face adorable rather than intimidating. With no time to waste, you turned off the engine after parking your car as you thought of opening the door for Seoyeon, making her puzzled and flustered.
“Didn’t know you were a gentleman. Thank you…” she giggled right after she said her sarcastic praise towards your actions. You scuffed as you know how much she loves teasing you but you didn’t mind—you rather found it cute than annoying.
“I’m happy to help, Ms. Lee.” your gentleman-like tone irks her as she lets out another giggle, knowing that you’re teasing her as she’s not offended.
“Ugh, stop it! You’re making me cringe…”
“My apologies then, Ms. Lee.”
“Ugh, stop it!”
Even though you’re playing with her, she couldn’t help but blush with your actions. Seoyeon finds your presentable tone and modulated voice with a hint of jocularity attractive rather than annoying. Not so long after, you opened the door that leads to her house, clicking and unlocking the locks and she rushes and thuds onto the couch.
You, on the other hand, are enthusiastically going around the house as you’re thinking about the possible ways that can make her out of that mood.
- - -
“Bring her one of her favorite chocolates?”
“Nope, that’s the oldest trick in the book.”
- - -
“Maybe, watch some movies with her?”
“I doubt that she’ll even be interested in a single one.”
- - -
“Cook her an early dinner?”
“She’s not really hungry, and she may not even eat it knowing I cooked it—she’s not a big fan of my cooking skills.”
- - -
“Ughhh, it sucks!” you rolled your eyes in disappointment as none of them seemed to work, or so you really thought.
“Hey, calm down, geez! Why the hell are you acting so stressed? Pftt…” Seoyeon snapped as she’s clearly annoyed by her actions. Why would she be annoyed? She made you overthink so much then she’s the one who has the guts to be “pissed”? Well, there’s only a single answer to find a solution out of this peculiar act.
“And why are you acting like that Seoyeon? I don’t know what got into you to act like this.” you snarled at her as you’re now at your breaking point. This was supposed to be a celebration but why is it like the opposite? There’s nothing you can feel but irritation as you glared at Seoyeon, sending shivers down her spine.
As you’re about to go to the kitchen, Seoyeon shouts to stop you as ignored her, not minding anything at the moment as Seoyeon feels like it’s her fault for being like this. Well, maybe it is but you’re also questioning yourself on how the both of you are acting like kids towards each other. Having a second thought, you turned back to go to Seoyeon as a loud splash ringed your eardrums, surprising you on what happened suddenly.
“Surprise!” Numerous people shouted in joy as confetti flew around the room, surprising you with a lot of things as there was a birthday party the day after. You were caught off-guard as you don’t know what to feel at that very moment. Seoyeon was late after chasing you as she caught you, frozen on the spot with an awkward expression.
“I guess, it’s a… Surprise! Hah…”” Seoyeon’s sarcastic tone makes things even awkward as the plan has been ruined. She didn’t know that you’ll break like this as all was just a set-up. You knew something was suspicious once Seoyeon got out of her usual mood today and your speculations were right. You’re surprised to see her friends (Hayoung, Chaeyoung, Jisun, Jiheon and Jiwon) right here at her house to surprise the both of you—originally it was just you yet the plan has been ruined, leaving Seoyeon panicking and surprised about the sudden outcome.
“I’m sorryyyyy…” Seoyeon’s signature pouting tone made you collect your temper and calmed you down from the sudden burst of anger you’ve felt—more like a disappointment. Seoyeon felt bad seeing you like that and she knows she’s the reason behind this—she knows how much you hate people getting shrewish and the ones who always kill the good vibes. Awkwardness still resonates around the room as it’s dead quiet, Seoyeon breaking it by back-hugging you and tip-toeing to rest chin onto your shoulder, making you squeal because of how cute she is. You then face her as a smile of reassurance paints your lips, signaling that you’re fine with it as you hug her in return.
Hayoung and Chaeyoung were frozen on the spot too, holding the confetti poppers as giggles escaped their lips because of how cute the both of you are whilst Jisun, JIheon and Jiwon were teasing the both of you silently as Jiwon breaks the silence, shouting that the both of you should kiss as your cheeks redden. Seoyeon was also moved by what Jiwon had said as she hid her face with her hands, feeling shy as the serotonin was way too much and the pressure from Jiwon is not helping her, at all.
“Unnie! Please, stop it…”
“You two are so cute! The both of you should kiss together and—”
“Yah, Jiwon-ah, let them be! It’s their moment together!” Hayoung playfully scolded Jiwon as she pouts sheepishly, knowing that she’s maybe messing up another moment for the both of you. You didn’t seem to be bothered by her actions and so does Seoyeon—she even feels invigorated by Jiwon’s words.
Without any time to waste, despite the still-awkward aura around the kitchen, Seoyeon invited everyone to celebrate your anniversary as plates and plates of mouth-watering food are displayed on the kitchen table. Your mouth waters by just seeing them as you hurriedly got plates for the girls but Jisun stopped you as she initiated to do preparations instead of you.
“Please Jisun-ah, I’ll prepare the plates, I’m sure all of you got tired from preparing these.”
“No, Oppa, it’s alright. you sit down and relax yourself. Enjoy your time with Seoyeon, okay?”
There’s no other choice but to agree to her as Jisun patted your back, smiling as she got into action on preparing everything as Hayoung initiated to help too.
While the girls are busy preparing, talking and laughing, you divert your attention to Seoyeon who seems uneasy, her fingers fidgeting around the hem of her blouse as she looks at the environment outside, seemingly wandering to an empty abyss.
“Yah, Seoyeon-ah… Are you okay?” you gently said as you approached her, making her gasp and involuntarily startling right after.
“Uhm… I don’t know… I’m—sorry about what I've done earlier.” Seoyeon says apprehensively knowing how much she had pissed you off earlier.
“Hey, Yeonie~” your tone is soft and reassuring, making Seoyeon relieved a little as she’s still not complacent—still worrying about your sudden burst-out earlier.
“Don’t say sorry to me, I should be… I’m sorry for being too sensitive, I just—like, you know? You know—you know me, right?” your tone is uneasy, stuttering because of the overwhelming emotions you feel. She shouldn’t feel bad—she shouldn’t be in the first place, so with all your might, you kissed her on the forehead and embraced her despite the awkwardness the both of you are experiencing.
You pull out of the embrace after a few seconds, knowing how it’ll make you embarrassed as there’s still Seoyeon’s friends, just meters away from the both of you. You’re uncomfortable showing affection towards Seoyeon with others around, so you pull right away, which Seoyeon didn’t mind—she’s also feeling embarrassed upon your act yet it still makes her flustered no matter what.
“Hey you two lovebirds! Come eat some food here!” Jiwon suddenly interrupts, teasing the both of you as Jiheon playfully hits Jiwon because of her sudden actions. Knowing Jiwon wasn’t offended or hurt by Jiheon’s hit, they proceeded to laugh it out as the rest of them joined the fun.
Both of you didn’t seem to mind—Seoyeon is nonchalant and didn’t reciprocate further—as you smiled towards each other, taking a glimpse of her beautiful face and stood up on your seats not so long after.
“Hey, what food do you want? We have some ‘kimchi jjigae’ here, some honey butter-flavored fried chicken here, and you favorite bulgogi—”
Time went slower as her voice is the only sound that echoes around your head. You then take a look at her flawless features: the sharp nose, those kissable lips of hers, her noticeable eyebags that earns her the nickname ‘panda’, those hazel-brown eyes—just everything you can think of: perfection.
“Hey, are you good? Hey!”
“Wha-WHA! Ohh—ohh… Sorry, I was thinking of something, Yeonie…”
She eyed you suspiciously as she pouted right after, knowing that it’s nothing that she should think about thoroughly. Not so long after, you got your plate alongside your chopsticks and fork to indulge in the mouth-watering food you’re dying to eat.
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“Oh gosh, stop being so messy!”
“I can’t help it, Yeonie. It’s way toooooo~ delicious…”
The scattered crumbs and sauce stains are all over your lips as Seoyeon sheepishly clicked her tongue, disappointed because of the mess you’re making—she feels like she’s taking care of a little child as she wipes the stain out off your lips with a tissue.
Minutes and minutes had passed as more chatters and laughs reverberated around the kitchen, you felt euphoric as this has been the best experience you’ve had in your life. You could never ask for more as this is way too much of a celebration—the balloons and confetti that flew over thinking that a birthday party happened, the food and all of the effort exerted is—in your words—unreal. It’s maybe exaggerated—disregarding the serotonin you’re feeling, so are the butterflies on your stomach—yet your feelings are true, true in a way that you’re sincerely grateful and thankful for everything she's done for you, and she’s thinking the same as if your efforts are appreciated by hers.
“Uhm… Seoyeon-ah!”
As the both of you were still talking to each other, Seoyeon was stopped as she turned her head, only to see Jisun waving her hand and telling her that they’ll leave. They also thanked Seoyeon for the food as Seoyeon thanked them for helping them for the not-so-executed surprise for you and also about the planning that made all of this special, in a way.
The façade of your faces changed as the door closed—it wasn’t anything new as the both of you are just shy to reveal your true personalities when it comes to showing affection to others. You then approached Seoyeon and back-hugged her while she’s still busy peeking through the window as she lets out the tiniest, raspy scream you’ll ever hear and it’s way too adorable for you to handle. Her small squeals as you kiss her nape is one of the reasons why she’s the most adorable girl you’ve ever met. Even with her intimidating and daunting demeanor, she’s a soft puffball inside and it balances her looks well—that's according to you.
“Yahh… Aren’t you mad?”
“Why would I be? Besides, thank you for the food Yeonie. You don't really need to bother preparing so much.”
“Says the one who treated us in an amusement park and in the cinemas…”
Seoyeon giggled right after her joke towards you, knowing you aren’t offended as you find it rather wholesome.
“Also, I’m still sorry for making you mad.”
“Oh, come on Yeonie, it’s not your fault, it’s mine. You don’t need to say sorry, okay?”
You reassure her once again as a faint smile curved those beautiful lips of hers. In a mere second, you hugged her again as you stroke her hair, letting her know that it’s not her fault but rather, yours. She doesn't hesitate to reciprocate as she snuggles her head onto your chest, comfortable that she’s right by your side.
She raised her head, flashing a vibrant smile as her eyes formed a crescent, showing how delightful she’s been feeling. You tucked her hair behind her ear as you kissed her forehead, earning a soft squeal from hers. The both of you pulled away from each other as she initiated to invite you to watch a movie.
“Can we?? Pleaseeee…”
With those puppy-like, crescent eyes combined with her small and captivating tone, how can you decline? Besides, you wanted to watch a couple of movies too as curiosity is the main culprit here. Seoyeon inviting you to watch something isn’t new to you. She invites you and persuades you to try and do something so you’re not surprised yet something baffles you—it baffles you to the fact that she suddenly kisses you on the cheek as her tone’s much more affectionate than before.
Well, maybe it’s because of our anniversary that’s why she’s acting like that—you’re just thankful for seeing such an adorable girl like her lit brighter than the sun and you wouldn’t complain about how she’s acting softer than usual.
“You’re really the best!” Seoyeon exclaims as she hopped on the couch, the loud thud audible as you glared at her, signaling that she should be careful or she’ll be hurt.
“You’re no fun!”
“Just be careful next time Yeonie, gosh. You’ll hurt yourself.”
“Awww, he’s suddenly thoughtful about me! How cute is that!” Seoyeon’s mocking tone and her pleading face is enough to make you in awe but you suddenly act cold, playing with her as her face is puzzled, anticipating what could happen next.
“Am I always not thoughtful about you? How can I— not be soft whenever you’re around?” Your cold demeanor is exchanged with your fluttering words that makes Seoyeon blush faintly. You know how to turn on her buttons and so she is towards you but she never saw this coming.
“Stop i-it…”
“AH! You’re blushing!! AHH!”
“Stop!”
You already know that Seoyeon’s flustered once she faces away from you, her hands uneasy and her endearing yet intimidated tone. You always love to see those and you’ll make sure that you’ll treasure those saccharine smiles of hers at all times.
“Yah, aren’t we going to watch a movie?”
“Oh yeah, I totally forgot it when my mind’s all cloud up, all about you.”
“Yeonie, actually—” you held her hand as you endearingly stared right on her hazel-brown eyes, maintaining eye contact to her as you smiled involuntarily, her responding with a faint smile that’s full of enthusiasm, “—can’t we just, rest and cuddle each other?”
Seoyeon’s facial expressions changed faster than the speed of light; the utmost happiness can be felt just by seeing her smile as her delightful aura emanated, making you smile and feel the same happiness as she does. In just a few seconds, Seoyeon hugged you as you were pushed onto the couch, making you squeal lightly as you were shocked by her sudden action.
“I’m so glad to have you.”
“I’m glad too, Yeonie.”
A quick peck on Seoyeon’s lips is enough to show your affection towards her as her cheeks flushed rosy-pink. Both of you exchanged smiles as you break the silence, interrupting this wholesome moment which she didn’t seem to bother.
“I’m also glad your acting skills got better compared to a month ago—I think you should audition now, Yeonie…”
“Stop it!” she annoyingly responded and giggled right after. Knowing that she isn’t affected vastly, you laughed as she smiled back at you.
Whoa—those beautiful curved lips forming a saccharine smile should be always treasured, and you’ll promise to yourself that you’ll do, no matter how bitter or sweet everything can be.
“I love you…” your lips involuntarily shaped with the flow of those words as Seoyeon didn’t hesitate—nor got shocked—to reply back.
“I love you too…”
You then cupped her cheek—your eyes looking at her lovingly—as her hazel-brown eyes shining upon the not-so-dimness the room was emanating. Without any second being wasted, you pecked her lips and caressed your finger on her cheek as you enveloped her with your embrace, finding warmth on this cold, breezy and especially, the most memorable day in your life.
“Well, how was it?” You look at your girlfriend with a shot glass in your hand.
She looks at you, smiles then raise her glass in the air. “Time for a quatro?”
Both of you smile as you take your shot. The bitter taste of the soju is going to make you forget about the past week. You fill Jiheon’s shot glass.
“Hey, are you trying to get me drunk?”
“Not really. I just want to celebrate! Woooo Hooooo!” You scream. The five beers and two bottles already made you who you are right now.
Jiheon swiftly takes the shot again. She raises it and then slams it on the table.
You smile as you look at her laugh. She is and has always been a blessing to you. The way she laughs, the way she looks at you, and the way she makes you happy. You are the luckiest guy in the world since you are with Jiheon.
“Woooooooo!” Jiheon already took her tenth shot as you start to reminisce about why you started dating her.
You look down at the table. There are a few pieces left of fries. “Want more?”
Jiheon smiles at you with her Asian glow already on her cheeks. She is barely drunk but is definitely on her way to being. “Sure, just make sure it is cheese flavored.”
You raise your hand to call the waitress and look at the menu that you are given. “Can I have fries?”
“Sure anything else?”
“Ummm, one—”
Jiheon glares at you.
“Two more bottles of beer and one bottle of soju. Thank you.”
Jiheon smiles at you. The same smile that you have always loved about her and it is something you would always want to see.
Soon the waitress comes back with your drinks and fries.
“Ya! Oppa! I said no ketchup!”
“Jiheon, you love ketchup.”
“Oh yeah.” *Hiccup* “I do love ketchup.” She stands up and pulls you closer to her. “Like how I love you.”
You freeze for a second. As much as you have been dating for five months, Jiheon hasn’t said I love you, or at least until now.
She falls down back to her chair and grabs some fries and drips them in the ketchup and eats some. You sit there shocked.
Jiheon loves me?
“Jiheon-ah, are you drunk?”
“Maybe.” *hiccup*
“Okay, let’s go.”
You pick her up and bring her with you. She leans on your side as she struggles to get her two feet planted on the ground. Her entire body almost falls to the floor as you try to place her on the bench so you can wait for a taxi.
“Oppa?”
“Yes, Jiheon?”
“Do you love me?”
“Uhh…”
“I said I love you.”
“I love you Jiheon…with all my heart.”
Jiheon leans for a kiss and a brief moment your lips collide. But you have to push her away as her breath stinks of alcohol. Fortunately, the taxi arrives. You try your best to stuff Jiheon inside the taxi then after you get inside. You put on her seatbelt so she can be safe, then you put on yours.
The taxi driver looks at you. “Need this?”
“Thank you.”
You prepare it just in case for Jiheon. But she seems stable, so instead, you look out at the window.
Request: “PLEASE DO A FROMIS 9 CHAEYOUNG AS YOUR GIRLFRIEND THANK YOU SO MUCH ILYSM”
“Hullooo can I request Fromis9 Chaeyoung as your gf pleasee”
“bro i love your work! not sure if you’re taking requests right now but can you do chaeyoung of fromis_9 as your gf?”
“PLEASE!!! Can you do a GF Chaeyoung/Saerom/Nakyung (Fromis_9)???”
A/N: i hope i did our lovely chaeyoung justice !!
- C
Chaeyoung Vs confronting her feelings instead of just teasing you constantly until you got the hint and made the first move
once she gets over most of her nerves her teasing tends to take on more of a flirty tone
leading to you turning into absolute mush and chaeyoung getting so cocky 😋
gets a lot more open with affection once you officially start dating,,, but mostly in private because she will NOT be accused of being whipped
(which she absolutely is but... no one needs to know that)
lowkey a sucker for cuddles, and her favourite is when you lay your head in her lap and she can play with your hair
and poking you teasingly when she catches you falling asleep, wanting to keep talking to you until she finally decides to let you nap against her
Chaeyoung is STRONK and loves to show off at the most random of times
You: *having absolutely no problem opening a jar*
Chaeyoung: "hey babe looks like you're having trouble there let me show you how it's DONE"
and proceeds to open the perfectly easy jar before flexing her biceps and making you giggle because. that's your mf girlfriend okay and if she wants to be a gentlewoman and open jars for you then. SO BE IT
dates can range from being at home and screaming at the cringy scenes in romance movies to dressing up to the absolute max and hitting the town,,,, both work for you guys
chaeyoung loves dressing up to go out, mostly because the way you look at her makes her feel like an absolute princess
actually, you look at chaeyoung like she's a princess whether she's in a dress or her pyjamas,, and it often makes her realise just how in love you are with her
which is a huge comfort for her, because she's absolutely head over heels for you, and navigating through these intense feelings feels a lot easier when she knows you're going through the exact same thing
those are the kind of thoughts chaeyoung only shares when she's wrapped up in your arms and half awake in the early hours of the morning, both of you too sleepy to feel the weight of your words,, while simultaneously feeling wide awake as you confess your love to one another
ok that was deep tf. anyways !
Chaeyoung very very very much loves sharing clothes
nothing gets her heart pumping like the sight of you dressed in her sweatpants and hoodies
as someone who can be a tad possessive at times, she loves to see you wrapped in her scent and she honestly thinks you just look so good in them
speaking of jealousy,,,, it is an absolute no no for chaeyoung if someone else even thINKS about flirting with her baby
she has never felt a love as powerful as she has with you, and no one, and she means no.one. is going to take that away from you guys
if someone did flirt with you in front of her she'd soon have her an arm wrapped around your waist and would say something like, "baby, is this person bothering you?" just to get you out of the situation
to which you would thank her, before reassuring her that you're absolutely all hers with a mind-blowing kiss that leaves Chaeyoung smiling like the love sick fool that she is
Tells you SO many stories of her members doing dumb shit omg they're basically your 8 new besties before you even meet them
Chaeyoung impersonating you whenever you do something embarassing my god will she just let you LIVEEE (no she absolutely will not)
she really random affectionate things that make no sense but also you know thats how she shows her love for you so???? you love it anyway????
like. imagine getting a message from her and its a picture of gum stuck to the floor in a shape that BARELY resembles a heart and she’s all like “babe... this is how i feel about you”
but you accept her for being the dork she is,, eventually turning it into a competition to find the most random thing around you that reminds you and Chaeyoung of one another
your relationship is unique, but it’s a perfect kind of love that makes you feel warm and fuzzy inside whenever Chaeyoung looks at you <3
NSFW From Here:
i think i could see Chaeyoung preferring to be on top, always using her strength to get the upper hand and leaving you a moaning mess beneath her
does NOT stand for you being quiet; it's the little whines and moans of appreciation from you that drive her absolutely wild
once again with the possessive thing, Chaeyoung would definitely be one to fuck you while you're wearing her hoodie or her oversized t-shirt
or even when you’re clad in her clothes, rocking back and forth on her thigh as her strong hands grip your waist, Chaeyoung whispering words of encouragement and praise in your ear
and you know just how much it drives her crazy, so more often than not you tend to text a few,,, interesting photos to your girlfriend, your legs spread wide open while you're clad in one of her shirts
and you know she'll be so on edge for the whole day, the image of you running through her brain on a never-ending loop
also absolutely loves when you tug on her hair, whether it's when you thread your hands in her locks while you're making out
or if she's buried in-between your legs and your gripping onto her hair for dear life as she brings you closer and closer to the edge
when it's your turn to please Chaeyoung the way she needs it, she always gets so flustered, trying her best to keep a cocky facade,,, but ultimately she always succumbs to the pleasure and becomes a whiny mess beneath you
has a thing for mirrors
imagine your back flush against her chest while you sit on your lap, your legs hooked open over hers as you watch her plunge her fingers in and out of your dripping core
this is also where Chaeyoung is a sucker for eye contact, her eyes darkened with lust capturing your own as you try not to squeeze them shut out of pleasure
for the times when she’s feeling less serious, you best believe Chaeyoung will be teasing you endlessly, laughing as she kisses you all over and can’t help but whisper against her skin just how much she loves you
if there’s one thing about Chaeyoung, it’s that she definitely knows how to make you feel good about yourself, with her endless kind words and soft kisses that make you dizzy
followed by endless cuddles and soft aftercare as she takes care of you, even going as far as carrying you to the bath after long nights where your legs fail to hold you up ;)
requested: I'm glad you write for fromis_9! Nagyung as a girlfriend, can i have that one please! why do i sound like ordering food tshdhd
admin: mirae
note: sorry its short babe! Im not as familiar with certain Fromis members as I am others and Nagyung is one of them!
Nagyung would be a really cute and silly girlfriend to have
she is known for being super cute and her cuteness being her charm
so sometimes when she wanted something from you she would start to act cute
you didn't always cave in which would make her pout
but when you did the smile that she gave you and her sweet giggle of joy made everything worth it
Nagyung is often busy from work but she would always make sure she sent you a good morning and good night text
sometimes she sneak away for a bit to facetime for only a few minutes but it was just enough time for her
some of her favorite times with you were when you two would just sit on the floor of your apartment playing video games
if she didn't have work the next day these video game sessions could end up lasting hours
healthy snacks, because of her diet, scattered across the floor with fruit juice joining them
your guys clothes making it look like you hadn't moved in 3 whole days
but neither of you minded
if you asked nagyung she would say those were her favorite moments with you
but they weren't
her favorite moments were the ones where you'd stop by with lunch for the girls as they practiced hard
you always had a smile and were willingly to listen and put up with whatever the girls threw your way
nagyung loved how you got along with them and how you cared for them
seeing you, the love of her life, get along with what were practically her sisters, made her heart sing a little song
Nagyung would never get worried about you leaving her because of her work, she knew you loved her and she loved you
