hop hop hop 🐑... 🐑... 🐑... losergirl!euijoo serenading to you with her guitar...
Iris
...Or, Euijoo decides that you need to hear a medley at the beach ✩ Fem!Byun Euijoo x Fem!Reader ─── Fem!Team AU | Drabble | Fluffy fluff fluff | A/N: I yelled at the top of my lungs when I saw this btw...I love butch!jju I love when she plays guitar I love everything about her. Can I have her number?
Euijoo almost always keeps her guitar case tucked in the back of her van. She rarely goes without it; if your girlfriend can find a way to have her instrument in her hands at the park, on the couch, or even just sitting on the counter as you cook, she will.
The beach, though...that might be a tad excessive.
The ambiance is perfect as it is. The sun is going down, so the area around you is less populated than it was in the morning. The sound of the waves is distant from the dunes you've parked your blankets on ─ an intentional move by Euijoo. Still, her ring-clad hands clink gently against the wood of her guitar, her gaze fixed on the setting sun in the horizon.
She looks stunning like this, truly. You mean, it's no different from her usual attire; all she's clad in are a pair of shorts and a sports bra, plus a snapback, but the sunlight makes her soft features glow in a way that reminds you of honey. It's fitting ─ Euijoo has always been sweet, saccharine.
You clear your throat. "Penny for your thoughts, baby?"
Euijoo blinks, surprised at being drawn out of her own head so suddenly. Her fingers pause for a moment before one hand finds the ninth fret. "Was just thinking about a song, that's all."
A knowing smile tugs at your lips. "Well, yeah. You've always got music playing in your head."
She strums experimentally before sighing and reaching into the pocket of her shorts, fishing around for that little orange pick she always keeps on her. "It's beautiful out, and you look gorgeous. You deserve the best songs, always."
That tugs on your heart. Euijoo is too kind to you, you think. She's always been so chivalrous, sweeter than any other girl you've ever been with. It's like all she knows how to do is yearn and give, yearn and give. It'd been jarring in the beginning, but after months of pouring her heart out and serving the remains to you on a diamond-encrusted platter, you'd grown more than used to her giving nature.
"Ah," you coo, reaching over to pinch one of her soft cheeks in between her fingers. "You're so sweet, my handsome girl. I always love to hear you play."
Euijoo's eyes widen by a fraction, and she lets out a noise akin to a stressed out hamster as her ears turn bright red. "I- You can't- I'm not-"
"You are." You pinch her cheek again, delighted by its plushness. "The most handsome girl in the world."
Her fingers tighten around the fretboard, and the little silver stud on her navel rises and falls with heavy breathing that moves her stomach. Your poor girl is so flustered!
"Stooooop," she whines, hanging her head. Her bangs fall into her eyes as if to help her hide her face. "I can't play when you tease me like that."
You giggle, withdrawing your hand from her face and resting it on her thigh instead. "Please, Juju," you plead, your lips forming a mock-pout. "Tell me what song you're thinking of, at the very least."
She tilts her head to stare at you for a few moments, and while you think she might stick her tongue out at you for being a tease, all she does is let her gaze roam over your bare legs, up to the shirt you stole from her suitcase to cover your sun-soaked skin. It's moments like these where she remembers that you're so much more than her partner: You're her visionary, her muse. Your laugh inspires melodies, and she can't help when a moment of creative genius strikes whenever you sit yourself in her lap.
"Okay," she says after what feels like hours of staring. "Not singing, though. My throat's too sore."
(Really, she just doesn't trust it not to crack when your nails tickle the skin of her thighs. This is just damage control.)
She finds the fret again and begins strumming softly, and you know the song instantly ─ Iris by Goo Goo Dolls. It's been on repeat on Euijoo's Spotify as of late, and you know all the words by now. You track them in the back of your mind as she plays:
And I'd give up forever to touch you, 'Cause I know that you feel me somehow You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be, And I don't wanna go home right now
It's accurate, at least ─ you don't want to go home right now. This moment is too peaceful, almost picture-perfect. The waves continue to lap at the shore, unable to be drowned out by the music coming from the dunes. Your hand stays planted on Euijoo's thigh, your thumb stroking gently against her smooth skin. Her eyes stay trained on the fretboard, but you feel her gaze shift over to you every once in a while, assessing your reactions.
Unable to contain your contentment, you allow yourself to hum the lyrics under your breath:
And I don't want the world to see me, 'Cause I don't think that they'd understand When everything's made to be broken, I just want you to know who I am
The song is definitely one that reminds you of Euijoo ─ quiet, full of devotion and heartsickness and overwhelming adoration. It makes you wonder for a moment why she thought of this song while looking at you. You'll have to ask her later. If you break her concentration now, she'll get pouty again.
The sun sets over the beach, and the moon swells in the sky. The two of you remain, though ─ just a girl, her girlfriend, and her girlfriend's always-present guitar.
