Her hand automatically reaching for a lost strand of hair you haven’t noticed yet. The fingertips feel so soft on your skin, you want to grab her fingers and kiss the top of each one. But these are just thoughts. In reality you freeze, struggling with the fast rhythm of your beating heart. Joohyun smiles softly, quickly going back to whatever it was she was busy with before.
The drastic change in her behavior when your hands pull her hips close to yours. As much as you want to lead her, you turn weak upon looking into her beautiful eyes. Joohyun’s smile melts away, letting something dangerous take place. You cannot pinpoint exactly what it is, but the sight makes your thighs tingle.
Waking up in the middle of the night. Joohyun rarely embraces you when asleep, but at that moment her hands are painfully tight around your torso. In fact, she’s so strong you can’t turn around to check her face for any sign of discomfort. All you can do is remain still, and wait for her to either speak or loosen the grip.
Turning on your phone after it’s completely charged, only to yelp in surprise at the amount of missed calls. All from Joohyun. With a bad feeling, you dial her back. She doesn’t leave you waiting for long. “Why didn’t you pick up your phone? I was worried sick!” You have to pull the phone away from your ear. Joohyun is nagging you like crazy, but you know that she just cares a lot.
The feeling of water washing over your back, as you reach for a bottle of shower gel. But instead of finding the one that Joohyun is so religious about, you pull out the one you’re used to. The realization makes you take a double look at the small shower shelf. You’re 100% sure the owner of the bathroom you’re currently using is your girlfriend, not you. Was it Joohyun’s subtle way of telling you something, or was it just her caring nature that put the bottle on her shopping list?
SEULGI
Watching her throw herself face down on the spot next to yours. As soon as she turns to show you the tired smile, you’re stunned by the sheer happiness of seeing her. “What? Do I have something on my face?” Instead of answering, you extract a giggle out of her with a tight hug. “You’re going to choke me!” but you know she’s enjoying it just as much.
The plate of french toasts she went out of her way for. It’s a welcome surprise, but it also makes you feel bad. Seulgi waves away any words coming out of your mouth, her shy smile directed at the plate as she awaits the first bite. “Do you like it?” her mouth widens much more when you nod your head yes.
Blaming yourself for ruining her day when it ends with her hand pressing a bag of frozen pees to your forehead. You were supposed to to go out, have fun at a trendy place. Instead, your head collided with a corner of a cupboard you didn’t notice. “It’s okay! Stop frowning.” she gently pats your cheek with her hand. Seulgi’s smile is honest, but you can’t stop the feeling of distaste you have for yourself.
The metal cookie box, hidden between books on a shelf. You still remember the taste of its content, although your primary reason for buying it was the retro packaging. Now, its filled with numerous polaroids of Seulgi and you, taken with her beloved instax. Beneath the photographs lie scraps of paper, with love confessions written on, cinema tickets, restaurant receipts, event leaflets. All working as some sort of proof that what you have with your girlfriend is real.
Her indifference to the fact that she just walked inside your house with a bouquet of flowers. Every week she replaces the previous one with a bunch of fresh petals, never once being brave enough to hand them to you. Instead, the first thing she does after entering, is pull out a vase and fill it with water. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Seulgi shyly looks away whenever you ask her about it.
WENDY
That one evening when instead of letting her sit on the opposite side of the bathtub, you tug her to lean on your chest. She feels small in your hold, but the embrace you’re offering prevents her from sliding down the slick surface. Wendy giggles shyly when she notices the colorful remnants of a bath bomb falling down to reveal naked skin of her legs. “Pretty.” she mutters, the word audible only to you.
Her stiff dancing at your family’s reunion. In a different context, and after more drinks, she would be doing her best to make you laugh with her moves. Yet, curious glances of your aunts and uncles stop Seungwan from anything radical. “Oh my god they’re judging me.” “They are not judging you!” “They’re your family, of course they do!”
Swinging your interlocked fingers while passing other pedestrians on the sidewalk. The night sky is clear, stars frozen under the moon’s watchful gaze. Seungwan’s excited chatter works as a pleasant accompaniment to the walk. You’re listening to her plans, genuinely curious and just as happy to be involved in them.
Squishing her cheeks when she’s not paying attention to you. Seungwan looks offended, frowning at the little pain you’ve caused her. “What was that for?” she asks. You don’t answer, instead hugging her in the middle, and hiding your face in her neck. Bewildered, she laughs awkwardly above your head, hesitating only for a moment, before returning the embrace.
The faces she makes after you call her “baby”. Seungwan’s face is naturally expressive, always going from one extreme to the other. Always making you laugh from the amount of fondness they generate. Still, “baby” is a special type of treat. Seungwan may swear she hates the term of endearment, but you know she doesn’t mean it. Just a look at her face is enough to confirm your thoughts.
JOY
Walking home late at night. Her body is leaning on yours for support after one too many drinks. Slender fingers eventually curl around your arm, as she laughs at something you said. You think to yourself that she looks the prettiest like that - smiling so widely, she struggles to keep her eyes open. Determined to keep the image of happiness as long as possible, you continue saying nonsense, hopeful her intoxicated mind finds it funny.
The afternoons she decides she wants to eat fast food. You’re not one to decline, especially since it’s her asking. You can’t even act annoyed when her red lips open widely to welcome a burger you’re holding. She has her own food, and you want to argue, but you can’t say no when her eyes are staring into your soul.
Zipping up the material on Sooyoung’s back. You’re biting down the lower lip, trying to ignore the warmth in your cheeks. It should be a normal thing to do. You’re just helping your girlfriend with a piece of clothing way more complicated than a simple T-shirt. No biggie. Then why are you so overwhelmed by everything? As you reach the neckline, your eyes meet Sooyoung’s in the mirror, and you can’t help but look away.
The feeling od disappointment you can’t shake off when the noise of your phone doesn’t announce an incoming text from Sooyoung. It’s someone else, asking you about plans. Although too shy to admit it to anyone but yourself, you’d rather meet with the person you expected to write.
Jumping not at the scare, but Sooyoung’s terrified shriek. Right after, her head hits yours, as she tries to keep down nervous giggles. The stranger sitting on your other side gives her a stink eye, but you don’t comment, instead turning towards her to smile from amusement. “I didn’t expect it, okay?” Sooyoung takes the hand you offer to her, more than satisfied with the result of a little adrenaline rush.
YERI
A series of different drinks you’ve ordered to taste test, and her overdone frown after having a classic (although too sour) lemonade. She gets angry when you refuse to take a sip of the same beverage. “Suffer with me!” “No!” “Do it!” “Shouldn’t you protect me?” “Shouldn’t you join my suffering?” “That would be very dumb of me!”
Wiping singular drops of rain off of your camera lens. Yerim is shivering under her long trench coat, the cold wind pulling at her ponytail. Aside from you, the photographer, and her, the model, nobody shows up in front of Rome’s Trevi Fountain, everyone scared of the incoming dark clouds. Maybe that’s better. You have nobody to ruin pictures of your beloved.
The maddening silence of your car ride. Yerim doesn’t even look at you, gaze stubbornly turned in the opposite direction. Any words you think of feel useless, so you don’t let anything reach her ears. Even if you’re no longer angry, the atmosphere is just too awkward for you to act upon. Instead, you soak in pity, missing the normal.
Pulling the curtain away, to reveal your styling to Yerim’s expectant eyes. She doesn’t even try to hold back laughter, as you pose as ridiculously as possible. Her hand does a poor job of hiding the wide smile she’s sporting. “What? Don’t you like it?” you tease her, the boa scarf landing around Yerim’s neck in a flirty manner. “No, no.” she snickers “I genuinely love it. Can’t wait to see you dressed in that at my cousin’s wedding.”
Braiding the laces at the end of her scarf as you await a taxi. It’s a cold winter evening, but at least it isn’t snowing. Yerim’s breath takes over your vision every once in a while. You don’t make a move to escape it, content with being so close to her. Even nicer is the feeling of her hands hiding in the pockets of your coat. Specifically, of fingers drumming a tuneless melody on your thighs.
triggers: fwb, yandere!wendy, mentions of blood like once.
"I'm sorry, please, don’t push me away again." You said as you stood in front of Wendy. Your eyes lingered on the bruises she had covering her face and body. Anger, hate, sadness all mixed in to one causing your grip on the flowers to tighten.
"Pushing you away was the only way I could get these feelings out." Wendy huffed out. “I felt as if you didn’t love me.”
“So instead of talking about it -you go and get drunk and .. and almost get yourself killed?” You asked.
Wendy closed her eyes, cringing at your words before leaning against the pillow. “It’s not like I was expecting to come back this way.”
“What did you expect?” You asked as you stepped closer to her hospital bed.
“I expected an easy job.” Wendy muttered under her breath.
You shook your head and leaned forward to gently stroke her hair back. She smiled as you touched her.
There was an awkward silence.
“You know I always liked you.” Wendy said. “I wish we could be more than just this friends with benefits type thing.”
You laughed, “I waited so long for you to say something like this.”
“Really?” Wendy asked. You nodded. “Then, does that mean what I think it does?”
“Of course girlfriend.” You said with a smile as you leaned down and hugged Wendy.
"Finally, I can say that you are mine and only mine." Wendy mumbled as she weakly hugged back.
Little did you know the real reason why she was all bruised up was because she was in a fight. In fact the blood covering her wasn’t just hers. It was in fact the blood of the boy you had been with a week ago before this whole confession. Wendy was hopelessly in love with you and finally she had you as hers.
!!! this is a collab w @chocolate-chip-rookies !! u can see the post for her moodboard right here !! (also why r there so many Ws in the title....)
• ur head's kind of spinning as u open ur eyes, slowly blinking
• u lift urself up from the ground
• (COMPLETELY ignoring the fact that ur on the GROUND... great job, y/n.)
• and ur a bit ?? confused ??
• last time u checked u DIDN'T MOVE TO ANOTHER HOUSE
• so uh
• are u just..... in a stranger's room..??
• "oh, so you're up."
• u turn around and
• OH MY GOD WHAT A BEAUTIFUL WOMAN LOOK AT HER EYES-
• uh
• are human eyes supposed to.......shine...........
• and that too in red??
• ur first thought : ok what the fuck
• ur second thought : ?? WHAT THE FUCK ??
• ok but on a serious note ARE U DEAD
• this must be heaven
• i mean look at this beautiful woman....
• not be gay but DAMN U R FEELING THE GAY™
• damn ur friends were right when they said u'll go to heaven-
• "this is my place..not heaven. and i'm a witch, just so u know."
• ok maybe they were wrong u went to hell probs
• the Beautiful But Unknown Woman sits down on the foot of the bed, and turns around to face u
• "i was on a hunt for more materials to make up a potion, when i came across ur body-"
• ":0 am i..... dead...."
• "-well, no. u were unconscious. i suppose u were picking fruits? because i had also found a wild dragonfruit lying beside ur limp arm, and half of it was gone."
• "....it looked good so i decided to try it, to make a fruit salad for my friends and i to eat for dinner, if it was good enough."
• "it was poisonous, y/n."
• "i didn't know that- aND HOW DO U KNOW MY NAME???????"
• she sighs (damn was she stressed)
• "i'm a witch?????? i do MAGIC"
• ".......... right sorry"
• she sighs and u could swear she looked tired
• "are u like..okay tho? u seem tired..maybe u should be resting instead"
• she turns to face u, eyebrows raised as she points at herself after looking back and checking if u were talking to some random person out there
• "me?"
• "obviously"
• she laughs, waving her hand as she shakes her head
• "no no !!!! it's ok !!! we witches are like...immortal and all that so it's cool don't worry about me~"
• u nod ur head even tho u knew she was lying
• but it's ok it's better than arguing with this random stran-
• u don't.......u haven't even asked her name yet.......
• and this woman SAVED ur life
• (istg y/n)
• "so uh !! what's ur name"
• "wendy !!!"
• she grins widely as she answers, but quickly calmed down and smiled at u while continuing
• "what's urs!!"
• "i'm y/n- wait don't u alrdy know that"
• "..........."
• yall talked through the day, but soon it was night time
• and GOD this woman is so good at catching u off-guard
• u were staring out the window, thinking how the HELL are u supposed to get out and go back to ur lil cottage thingy where ur friends are, while wendy had gone inside to get some water
• when suddenly
• "what are u looking at-"
• "AAAAAAAAAA-"
• "Y/N IT'S ME !! FOR THE FIFTEENTH TIME IT'S ME PLS STOP YELLING SOMEONE WILL THINK SOMEONE GOT MURDERED OR SOMETHING"
• "right sorry"
• "what were u looking at tho"
• "how am i gonna return?"
• this ..... this completely slipped off her mind actually
• she's just so !!!!!!! comfortable being around u !!!!!!! and usually she makes a bad impression on ppl but u :( ur just so easygoing and she would love to spend more time w u
• but she knows that time doesn't wait and she will have to eventually let u go someday
• "is it okay if i drop u tomorrow early in the morning? it's too late rn to go out.."
• "sure!"
• but the next morning it just got even harder to let her go :(
• "fuck YOU feelings :(" - you, mumbling to urself
• but she made sure to give u a lil smthg before yall say goodbye
• "here u go."
• wendy handed u a chocolate bar, that had some other fruits inside it
• ....it smelled of dragonfruit ...?
• "it'll be a memory of us meeting!! i only infused it w the taste bcs i couldn't include the actual ingredient bcs it seemed to ruin the rest of the recipe somehow..but BECAUSE im a witch!!!!!!!! i used my powers and got u a chocolate bar that'll come back even after u've had it!!!!!"
• "that chocolate is like immortal...omg.."
• "like our friendship!!!!!!!!"
• and so, even after u moved back to the city, u were always reminded of wendy
• and sure u thought at one point
• that like
• it's probably the end of ur friendship
• not exactly "end"
• but mainly bcs u couldn't contact her
• and sure, it's rlly cool that the chocolate keeps coming back, but it's still a spell
• it won't last long
• and it scares u, bcs u would love to spend more time w wendy
• she's ur "willy witchka"
• gives u lifetime supply of chocolates, has superpowers, meets u
• but that one-time-meeting is the last meet
• and it saddens u bcs yea sure "willy witchka" is a cute nickname and wendy probably knows abt this nickname through her superpowers and is (probably) laughing at it rn
• u don't want it to be a one time thing
• "class, i would like you to meet our new student"
• u lift ur head, only to be shocked by the appearance of the person
• "hello! i'm son wendy, a new student. please take care of me!"
• she bows and
• wait
• did
• did she just ..... wink at u......
• :0000000000
• she takes the empty seat that's located beside u, while u continued to stare at her
• "please don't call me willy witchka anymore" - wendy, whispering while leaning towards u
• how to hold in ur laugh by y/n l/n
• "is it because it's an embarrassing nickname or because u don't want this to be a one-time-meeting thing?"
♡ 11:09 ♡ bored with your lecture, you opt to close your eyes for a few minutes — sitting at the back of class certainly had its perks. when you open your eyes when your lecturer announces the end of class you open your eyes only to see many doodles of flowers in the upper corner of your opened book. you looked to your left to see your classmate yeri trying to hide her smile as she glances over at you and your page. “did you have something to do with this?” you ask the cute girl. “uh, no? but i’ll help you find out,” she offered as she waited for you to walk out of class together.
For Joohyun everything needed to go according to plan, or in proper time. You were a bit different in the matter, always eager to try things with her, and disappointed whenever she told you “no” because either the timing, or the place wasn’t right. As much as you understood her desire to experience perfection, you couldn’t see how she didn’t appreciate the beauty of going with the flow.
“So, you’re going out for a while now, but haven’t kissed yet?” asked you Seungwan. But you defended Joohyun, because there was nothing wrong with waiting. If she wasn’t ready, then who were you to judge her? Sure, the waiting made you worried. Maybe she didn’t want to kiss you at all? Just wasn’t sure how to tell you? She had a good heart.
“I mean, she doesn’t have to. It’s okay.” but then at nights you’d find yourself lying wide awake, wondering how velvety Joohyun’s lips were. And how wrong it was of you to expect that of her. But you needed to ask her whether something about you was wrong in her opinion.
“What do you mean wrong?” She was lying next to you, your arms embracing one another, legs entangled, heads pressed close. That was, until she rolled on top of you to have a very good look at your face.
“Nothing! I mean, you don’t have to answer. I shouldn’t have listened to Seungwan. That was a dumb question.”
Joohyun didn’t ignore it, as you were hoping, and instead placed a hand on your cheek to stop you from turning away.
“Did I say something hurtful?”
“Oh, no!” but she kept pressing. “No, seriously. It’s stupid. I shouldn’t be bothering you with that.”
“(y/n), we’re dating. You have to bother me with things.”
“Uh, so we are a couple?”
“Yes?” Her giggle made you fall deeper into the couch. “What else did you think we were?”
Suddenly aware of the closeness, the warmth of her breath, the touch of her cheeks, the smell of her perfume, and the gaze of her eyes, you had to join her laughter. It felt surreal... And perfect. But you weren’t going to make a move.
“What are you doing?” Her small frame pulled itself closer, just so she was hanging above you, faces centimetres apart.
“If I kiss you, will you finally acknowledge that we’re dating?”
“W-what?” But once again, she giggled. And then she closed the distance.
It was short and sweet. Her mouth closed on your upper lip, sucking it delicately. Her breath escaping the crack, warming your flesh, and filling your lungs with the sweetest air you could’ve ever tasted. Joohyun made a noise, something between a sigh, and a moan. Then her thumb swiped down your cheek in a petting manner, to keep you close when her lips distanced themselves from yours. But you registered none of that, too surprised by the sudden kiss. You needed to try it again, sure that this new feeling you just tried was the one you could, no, had to get used to.
SEULGI
She loved fresh cinnamon buns. You couldn’t blame her. They were everything and more, but maybe the way Seulgi reacted to the sweetness made you slightly biased in the topic.
Whenever you saw a bakery with freshly baked treats on display, you’d step inside and buy one for her. Then, in the evening, you’d go to her apartment, happy to have a reason behind your visit. Seulgi never questioned your motives. Just the sight of the gift you brought her made her spiral into a hole of voiced happiness. Sometimes she argued, defending herself with a diet, but you answered that she didn’t need one. To you, she was perfect the way she was, and if cinnamon buns brought her happiness, then who were you to stop her from achieving the state?
“(y/n).” her voice made you look up. You were sitting by a table, the two of you alone in a small cafe.
Both of the coffee cups stood empty on your respective sides, but a plate with a singular cinnamon bun rested in the very centre, waiting to be eaten.
“Yes?” you expected her to be finished already.
“Why don’t you ever buy two buns instead of one?” She seemed genuinely curious. The question must’ve been eating away at her for quite some time.
“Oh.” Your eyes met barista’s before he turned around to walk out of the main room. “I suppose I just want to gift it to you, since you like it so much.”
“Well, yeah. But you could be spending your money on something worth it.”
“Well, I think you’re worth it.” The sentence made your face heat up, and you had to look down at the black screen of your phone. In its reflection, Seulgi did the same move. Two seconds later she looked at you again, her gaze so warm, you felt the temperature rising even more.
Awaiting the inevitable, which could only mean conversation, you busied yourself with the lacy tablecloth. You weren’t sure what else to tell her, but you hoped she understood what you meant. A minute passed. Then she sat straighter in her seat.
“Here.” Seulgi struggled with the bun, doing her best to cut it using a small fork.
After an awkward moment of just staring at her, you were surprised to see her hand extended in a feeding offer. You couldn’t decline. Shyly, you opened mouth, but Seulgi missed it, and ended up smearing the icing on your lips.
She didn’t apologize, just smiled, her ears pink from embarrassment.
“Oh, don’t worry about that-” Next thing you knew, she was leaning above the table, her mouth touching yours.
Sure, both of you were stiff, and the position wasn’t exactly comfortable either - you were sitting while her thighs pressed at the other end of a table. Still, you couldn’t pull away just like that. After what felt like eternity (or a second?), your lips moved giving the kiss (?) a living force. Seulgi followed your lead for a longer while, her right hand resting gingerly under your jawbone to delicately press you closer. Then you felt something wet in the counter of your lips - her tongue. But she didn’t want to enter your mouth, just clean the mess she made earlier. It was slow, and extremely gentle. All of sudden she pulled away, her face surprised, cheeks red, lips shiny.
“Y-you had something on your lips.”
WENDY
“You should just tell her.” told you Seulgi, irritated by the blurred lines between her two friends. “She won’t make a move herself. I know her!”
“I mean.” You looked at Seungwan sitting by herself, phone in hand, an empty bottle of lemonade abandoned on the floor. “What if she doesn’t want me to make a move?”
You had the right to feel doubt. After all, there were feelings involved, and one should not play with them. No matter what Seulgi heard, it wasn’t meant to reach your ears. And she might have changed her mind? What then? What if you tell her, and Seungwan looks at you shyly, and announces that you weren’t the owner of the name she was talking about? That was sure to break your heart.
Seulgi sighed, for what felt like the hundredth time that night. You knew she was also tired of walking in circles with that conversation, but doubt was inevitable. Your friend didn’t have to worry about things like that at the moment.
“Even if she did mean it.” You made a point to nod in Seungwan’s direction. “What if-”
“(y/n).” A hand stopped you mid-sentence. “Just talk to her. Or kiss her. Or- whatever. Just do something about it!”
Seulgi turned around, visibly uncomfortable with the new demanding role she has taken on. But even you knew that she had only your best interest on her mind. With a glance down at your drink, you told yourself it’s okay. If things went terrible, you’d blame it all on intoxication. Even if that wasn’t the best way to go.
“Hey.” Seungwan looked up, clearly surprised you decided to join her. “Hey.”
“So-” Her eyebrows rose when you (very awkwardly, mind you), sat a little too close to her. Or maybe not close enough. “Yeah?”
“Okay, I’m gonna make this awkward, and just get it over with.” A little look to the side, to evade Seulgi’s questioning look, and you turned once again to look Seungwan in the eye. “Wanna make out?” Wow, very romantic of you.
“Sorry?” She laughed.
“In my language Wanna make out stands for I think you’re really pretty, and we get along so well, and I might have a big crush on you, and it would be great if you felt the same, and in case you do, can I kiss you.”
“Wow.” Yeah. That was disastrous. “Umm, okay?” Huh, nevermind.
Seungwan sat straighter, her hands quickly reaching up to fix her hair. At that moment you felt like telling her that there was no need to, you were going to mess it up either way. But her eyes looked at you with such confidence, you knew she wanted that too. You just had to grab her cheeks. Unsure where to rest, your fingers splayed down her neck, molding into the curves of her head, matching them like missing puzzles. One of her own hands grabbed your elbow, but not to stop you - to support you.
“Actually, I didn’t expect to get that far.”
“What?” Her head turned slightly in your grip. “So you don’t have a plan on how to do it?”
“Well, you see, I expected you to say no, because I’m drunk, but I’m not actually drunk. I wanted to blame alcohol to salvage our friendship.”
“But you do want to kiss me?”
“Of course!”
“Then just do it. If you’re not drunk, and I’m not drunk, and we both want it, what’s stopping us?”
“Yeah, you’re right.” Just as she closed her eyes when you leaned forward, you stopped. “That’s why you’re my favorite person in the world.”
Seungwan’s eyes opened at your confession, and you were sure she was going to scold you, but any words of complaint were silenced by your lips. She felt stiff at first, but as you kept her close, she relaxed, eventually resting the other hand on your face. It felt comfortable. So much that you spent quite some time molding your lips, and then remolding them in different angles. Whenever one was about to lose touch, the other one pressed forward to keep the spark going. Your fingers traveled up and down her neck, massaging it, pulling it gently. And when you couldn’t hold on any longer, you hid your face in her neck, intoxicated in a way that felt right.
JOY
To you there was nothing more beautiful than the sight of Sooyoung, as she did what she loved the most - sang. She’d often smile to herself while doing so, and pat her knees to show pure excitement. Whenever she caught you staring, she’d giggle shyly, then cover her face. But earlier or later, she always returned to singing.
“Look! I almost got 100!” Sooyoung jumped out of her seat to point at the screen. “If you hadn’t distracted me, I would have scored perfectly!”
“How is that my fault?” Her hand punched you gently. “Shouldn’t you be used to people staring?”
She showed you her tongue, nails scratching the leather couch. In different conditions, and to others she might’ve seemed like a tall and confident woman, but that was the serious Sooyoung. At that moment she was the exact opposite - the real thing. Small, and shy, closing in on herself, but eager to share the building excitement.
“It’s just- No, I want to sing something else. Wait, isn’t it your turn now?” Her attempts at changing the subject were adorable.
“You can take my turn, I’m not that good at it anyway.”
“Don’t sell yourself short!” Sooyoung moved to sit closer to you. If you could, you’d have told her to go back to her seat, because this close proximity was no good to your heart. “You’ve got good scores. I’m just trained.”
“Yeah, just. You’ve got a wonderful voice. I know someone talented when I hear them. No need for me to mess up the sounds.” Your words made her laugh shyly, her body bending in half so she hid her face in your arm. “And acting all humble.”
“You’re complimenting me too much!”
“Now, that’s impossible.”
Without thinking, you grabbed her hand to pull her up. And then didn’t let go. She didn’t show any signs of discomfort, just moved her face, so it was now by your shoulder.
“Are you going to sing then?”
“I’d rather do something else.” The way she said that made you freeze.
Unsure whether it was just your ears playing tricks on you, your head turned. Sooyoung’s grip on one of your hands remained, but the other arm sneaked behind your back, and rested there. In the possibly best meaning imaginable - you were caged. Was it the moment you were waiting for?
A single look at her face, and the confident smile disappeared to show hesitance. She must’ve felt just as surprised by her bold actions. Leaning down, you whispered “Cute.”, and watched her shrink in size from embarrassment. When you realized that she was distancing herself, you stopped, panicked. Sooyoung did as well, only then realizing her moves, and pushed herself to a better position. Both of you ended up sitting straight. You watched her eyelashes flutter, so mesmerized, you didn’t notice her closing the distance.
Plush on plush. Nose on nose. Chin on chin.
Your hands lost contact, hers resting on your thigh, yours in her hair. It felt as if you were used to it, moves so fluid, you didn’t believe in them. The fruity smell of her locks joined the artificial taste of her lipstick, as her moves turned quicker. The flesh turned difficult to catch. Her weight was pushing you back on the couch, but just as you fell, your lips lost connection.
Sooyoung didn’t follow, suddenly wide awake. The trance was over. She could only retreat in embarrassment, but the redness of her face told you more than enough - she wanted to continue.
YERI
You were unsure about your situation with Yerim. Gravitating between friendship and something else, joking around, and flirting, embracing one another, and holding hands. She was so confusing, she made you go crazy. One day she was telling you how amazing you were, another one she had a crush on someone else, and needed to tell you. Even Sooyoung couldn’t catch up, her eyes always sorry when she wasn’t able to decipher her friend’s behavior.
“Hey, what’s up with you?” Yerim’s mouth was hanging open, ground popcorn peeking at you from behind her teeth. When she realized, she quickly closed her mouth. “You’re so off today.”
Taking a look down at the pack in her hand, she reached for some snacks, and threw them at you. Her laughter followed, but you weren’t in the mood.
“Nah. I just realized that you never told me how your date with that arcade cutie went.” Changing the topic was both a way to escape explanations, and to learn more about her feelings.
“Oh.” She stood in place for a moment, surprise quickly covered by a look of indifference. “I guess it wasn’t meant to be. Nothing happened. No spark. No fun. Nada.”
With a practiced sigh, you looked away. You were neither happy, nor sad. If anything, lost. Were you supposed to comfort her? She didn’t seem distraught. From where you stood, she looked fine.
“I’m sorry.” you decided. Yerim gave you a forced smile. One you couldn’t decipher, like always. The unfinished pack of popcorn landed in a trash can.
“Whatever.” She took the lead, but then slowed down to speak. “What about that girl?” The one you once brought up to hopefully make your friend jealous. There was no point in continuing the play.
“Moved on.” Yeah, that was dumb from the very beginning.
“So what? Now you have nobody you’re interested in?”
You gave her a look, one she didn’t comment. She never did. But her stare spoke curious, and you wondered whether it was the right moment to make a move.
“Oh, they closed our ice cream stand.” The moment passed. Maybe you should’ve just given up. Ask someone else out for real.
The wind blew, its force brutal, and freezing. You stiffened from cold, but Yerim quickly found shelter by your side. She pulled your arm to embrace her, then leaned closer. There was no sign of shyness on her side. She was comfortable doing that. Maybe too comfortable.
“Sucks. It’s too cold for ice cream anyway.” Warmed by her closeness, you dared a look at her face. She met your eyes, and without any extra effort locked your stare on her only.
A moment passed. And just like that, she grabbed your face, kissed you on the lips, and returned to her first position.
“Sooyoung told me.”
“What?”
“That you like me.”
Yerim gave you a moment to process everything, and when your gaze returned to her, she kissed you again. And once more. And many times more. So many that you completely forgot about the terrible weather.
