Wish you would just focus on me
“Lazy and broke. No, she get this money so I guess I can’t complain but I feel alone even when we’re alone.”
Yoonchae Jeong x fem!fashion designer reader
Synopsis: you’re yoonchae’s first ever girlfriend and she doesn’t know exactly how to balance a career and a relationship, causing you to feel unloved and unwanted. And eventually you force her to choose between the two, leaving you both hurt by what she chooses.
Reader is 18.
Ik this isn’t the manon fanfic I promised but I don’t know tbh i feel like it’s not gonna be received well so I think I’ll come up with another idea. I took a needed break from writing because my brain was getting overwhelmed, but i’m back because i could never stay away from writing
You had been in many relationships before, lots of typical middle school relationships, the passing notes to your friend for them to pass to your crush kind.
Lots of high school relationships where you make out behind bleachers and wear each other’s jackets. You even dated some of your clients; Yoonchae.
And she hadn’t ever dated.
She was too focused on her career to date, but, then you—the most beautiful woman she had ever seen—came along fitting right into her idea of an amazing partner right after Beautiful chaos came out, she had enough time to date.
You met while designing clothes for Katseye and you immediately clicked.
But you noticed early on that she didn’t understand the unspoken rules of a relationship. She thought having a girlfriend was the same as taking care of a plant or a goldfish—simple, right?
You didn’t have to do much while taking care of those things—a goldfish was simple: clean the tank, put fresh water, feed it, and then stare at it until you get bored.
A plant? Even simpler, water it and make sure it gets enough sun.
But none of those things were simple, especially having a girlfriend.
She’d wake up incredibly early to go to rehearsals, that would sometimes last all day and she’d immediately pass out once she got back to her dorm.
Sometimes she wouldn’t text you for days, claiming she forgot. And when she did text? It was dry ‘how’s your day going?’ And ‘missing u’ texts that would repeat for hours until she fell asleep.
When you two would hang out, it was so much worse, the other members of Katseye were always close behind.
And Yoonchae would be fixated on her phone, giggling and staring intensely at it, her arm wrapped loosely around your shoulder.
Her group members sighed and hung their heads, noticing how quiet you were when you were anything but quiet. “Yoonchae, get off your phone!” Manon shouted from across the room, causing the younger to look up before looking back at her phone.
You’d remove her arm and sit closer to the older members, joining their conversation.
You couldn’t even keep your girlfriend’s attention. You could barely get her to get off her phone.
“Yoonchae, I wish you would just stay off your phone.” You’d cry in frustration. She’d whine about talking to her fans before she place her phone down, giving you a second of her undivided attention before her phone buzzed.
You’d vent to your friends but they painted you as a bad girlfriend for being upset, claiming: “she’s famous! Of course she’s going to be busy. You’re lucky you have her, she could practically have anyone who wanted.”
So you’d shut up and take the neglect as it was being handed to you on a silver platter.
Eventually you started drowning yourself in other things, you found yourself overworking most nights—working until you’d pass out onto the ground.
You woke up with a mysterious bruise and a bad headache—maybe you had knocked out your common sense and that’s why you stayed with her.
Made sense.
Because she dogged you, maybe not intentionally but she did: forgetting to tell you she couldn’t make it to your dinner/lunch dates leaving you alone and embarrassed as you watched new couples walk in.
She’d ignore your calls and your texts. She could’ve gotten an award for being the world’s worse girlfriend. She won your heart but she couldn’t win any girlfriend awards.
Now, Katseye had offered to model for your new fashion line, so you were snapping pictures and taking videos.
You were photographing Yoonchae and she couldn’t be still for the life of her.
“Yoonchae, you’re doing good just be still.” You directed as you snapped photos, the rest of katseye sat back, still deciding on outfits.
Yoonchae was in a pair of jeans that had stars sewed into the side with a thin belt that had her name emblazoned on with pearls. A shirt with a cat’s eyes.
You had made the entire outfit for her after 48 hours without any sleep. You were beyond exhausted. You had been zooned out the entire time you snapped the photos of Yoonchae.
“Do I look—um, pretty?” She asked, you nodded, continuing to snap pictures. “You look pretty.”
“We see you, Chae!” Lara exclaimed, cheering. Yoonchae smiled, gaining a boost of confidence as she twirled.
“So, what have you been up to?” She asked, making small talk as she posed. You sighed, wishing for a bit of quiet time while you worked—you gave her that pleasure.
“Designing.” You said deadly, screwing the lenses off your camera and replacing it. “You okay?”
“No, but just focus on posing, alright?” You shot back, causing her to jerk at your words. “Fuck,” you mumbled in anger.
“Hey, I’m ready to be photographed!” Manon cheerfully exclaimed, wrapping her arms around your neck from behind. She was Yoonchae’s savior.
You pulled yourself together.
“Manzanita.” You smiled, grabbing her hand and twirling her around. “So hot.” She was in the exact same outfit as Yoonchae but different pants—much more loose.
You finished taking the pictures of the group and they packed up their bags and left Yoonchae behind. She watched you silently as you sat down and popped the sd card out of your camera and angrily shoved it into your adapter that was connected to your computer.
“Are you mad at me?” She asked, her eyes soft. She sat next to you, her hand resting just an inch away from yours.
You sighed, ignoring the puppy eyes she was shooting your way. “Just be a little quiet, I’ll take you home in a bit.” You mumbled, toying around with the keys of your computer. You couldn’t focus on the pictures you were supposed to be editing.
Instead your eyes were fixated on her side profile.
She was staring at her jeans, toying with the stars.
The words slid from your lips without hesitation: “I just don’t get you, maybe that’s it.”
She glanced up, “Huh?”
“We barely talk anymore. You post on instagram but you never talk to me. I spent weeks without any communication from you.”
She sighed, “I don’t know how to handle this,”
“A relationship? This conversation? Me?”
“All of the above, I don’t know much about relationships.” She stammered, standing to her feet. Her foot tapped against the ground.
“You asked me out! I wasn’t checking for you! I wasn’t fucking worried about you, I was living my life.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Fuck you. How could you possibly be so—God, Yoonchae. I love you.”
“I love you too.” She said without hesitation, yet you couldn’t feel it, you couldn’t feel the warmth of this being the first time she’s ever muttered the words.
Instead you were cold, insanely cold.
“So, pick.”
“What?” Her voice was strained, drained of any life.
“Me or katseye, you pick one.” Your eyes were glued straight ahead.
Yoonchae’s eyes drifted from your eyes to your lips to the round clock that rested on your old cracked walls. Her lips pursed, her tongue clicked against her teeth.
After five minutes of searching for words, silence so tight, uncomfortable silence that fell between you two.
You had your answer.
“That’s fine. Just fine.” You stood up, throwing your laptop down onto your couch. You took your jacket and keys.
“Come on.” You grumbled, she trailed behind you, following you out the door and to your car.
The car ride was almost silent, once you approached closer and closer to her dorm, she spoke up.
“I love you, you know that.”
“I don’t know nothing.” You spat, your grip tightening around the fuzzy steering wheel cover. 
“But you know that I’ll never be happy with just you. Nor will I ever be happy with just Katseye.” She chastised.
You snickered, parking on the sidewalk in front of her dorm building. You turned towards her, “I don’t want to see you again, alright?”
“You go on being a star, you-you—fuck,” your voice cracked, tears streamed from your eyes. “Don’t worry about me, cause i’ll be great with or without you.”
“You’re annoying, you know that? Pure annoying.” She complained, unbelting her seatbelt.
“Fuck you.” You murmured.
She scoffed, sniffling. Ignoring the tears that rolled down her face, grabbing her bags from your backseat and jumped out of your car.
You watched as she walked swiftly to the steps of the building before you drove off without a care in the world.
That night, Yoonchae cried on Sophia’s shoulder, cried herself into a depressed state.
