NOTE: guys this is actually so mid and i know it but i just have to write smth or i will genuinely spiral into madness beyond any saving. idk. and i am just incredibly in love with yunjin and find it hard to believe that i've never written any fics about her. they say the more u love sb the harder it is to write them (i’m making stuff up but no rlly i had a hard time writing jeonghan too anyway wtv i'll shut up, pls enjoy <3
"Do you want me to take a photo for you?"
The soft voice startles you out of your melancholic reverie. You turn and lay your eyes on a girl smiling back at you. She's your height but stands taller in her chunky black boots. Her blonde hair's thrown up in a claw clip whose lime-green edge you can see peeking out.
"Sorry?" you blink back, taking in this beautiful stranger. God, her makeup was flawless, a brown wing highlighting her warm brown eyes.
"Oh, sorry to scare you like that," the girl laughs, a slender hand manicured with sleek red nails. "I just saw you looking at the two girls there kinda sad and I just had to–"
"Oh," you breathe, averting your gaze with a start of blood rushing to your face, "I looked that pathetic, huh…?"
"No, no! I'm sorry I didn't mean it like that," the girl gasps, "I mean I'm here alone, too, and as much as I love complete creative freedom over my day…"
"It can get a little lonely," you complete her trailing sentence with a knowing nod. "Especially when you want photos."
The girl raises an expectant brow and you find yourself reaching for your phone to place it in her palms. "Photograph me, stranger."
"I'm Yunjin, by the way," she says as she hands you your phone back. You smile, "Hi, Yunjin. I'm Y/N."
"Nice to meet you."
"The pleasure's all mine, trust me," you let out, going through the photos she took of you. They're amazing, the right mix of candid and presentational. "I love these photos. Can I return the favor?"
Yunjin hums and you take the moment to admire her full lips, the peachy lipstick she's wearing and the swipe of a lip gloss on top that you so dearly wish to taste. "You're really pretty," you blurt and then curse under your breath, "--Shit, did I say that out loud? I'm sorry– It's true but– Sorry, but–"
Yunjin cuts your nervous rambling off with a chiming laugh. She laughs so freely, eyes closed and straight-cut teeth on display for you to admire. God, she's so charming. You can only vaguely remember how to function like a normal human being, do normal human things, like make small talk or maybe bid this stranger goodbye.
"You're cute, too, you know?" she finally says, eyes twinkling at your flushed face. She looks around then, as if forming a plan in her head. In time, you'd come to find that Huh Yunjin had a knack for spontaneity, for last-minute plans that always left you breathless and wanting more. All part of her charm.
"What do you say we get out of here and grab dinner together?"
You answer before she's even finished asking the question: "Yes. I would love that."
Hours later, wine-drunk but mostly charm-struck, you find yourself in Yunjin's arms. She'd picked an Italian place with delicious pasta and an even more delicious view of the night. At some point between your second glass of wine and lemon sorbet, you'd ended up tangled with Yunjin.
It's so easy to just lean over the crowded table, your knees already clashing and brushing against Yunjin's all night. Her white linen shirt slipping over her shoulder, your little slip dress riding up.
"Can I kiss you?" Her breath hits your bare shoulder: her claw clip had ended up in your hair somehow. You respond by leaning in, your hand on the collar of her shirt, relishing in the soft gasp escaping her.
Your chair shrieks when Yunjin pulls you closer by its straw handles and you laugh into her lips. "This is insane," you pant, chasing Yunjin's lips, "I'm making out with you and I just met you."
Her cheeks are warm under your palms when you reach for them. Warm and supple. "I can't believe it either," she responds, her fingers finding purchase at your neck to keep you looking into her eyes. You couldn't breathe.
She finds your lips again and you take the chance to bury your hands in her hair. "Can I take you home tonight?"
"I'm all yours," you reply, leaning over to give yourself up.
