synopsis: you're one of the last members to go live on cosmo's new livestreaming feature. but your first live goes in a bit of an... interesting direction.
# : pairing ! yoon seoyeon x s25!reader
# : tags ! fem!reader, fluff, crack, established relationship, animal crossing mention, alternative title: the s in s1 stands for sapphic, cosmo is basically weverse but for modhaus artists, reader is a gamer nerd it's for the plot sorry, fromm messaging service mention, user at the end is made up
# : wordcount ! 1.3k
# : warnings ! none
if someone asked you how your first cosmo live went from supposedly peaceful, wholesome, and lowkey, to having you and seoyeon trend on twitter for all sorts of reasons, you'd say this: it's all her fault.
see, the livestream was supposed to be chill. it was supposed to be a fun live where you could talk to wavs and show off your animal crossing island. well, that did happen for the most part... until your girlfriend barged into your room and shoved an ice cream bar in your mouth.
not that it was a bad thing—it tasted good! choco fudge crunch bars are your favorite. it's just that—well—you took a bite from the side of the bar instead of the top, like you always do. and you're a tad bit afraid that this will be your reputation: the tripleS member who eats ice cream bars from the side.
unfortunately, that's only one of many things that transpired during your livestream.
"hi guys!" you wave to your phone camera, though a bit embarrassed at how you're kind of just waving to yourself with the chat overlay scrolling at a rapid pace. "you've been waiting for my live for a while, right?"
ynln25: YESSSSS
hausmat: YN IS LIVE
idkbruh: what are u doing today??
you laugh at the comments, a grin overtaking your features as you pull out the star of today's show: your oled model switch.
"i spent a lot of time thinking about what to do for the first live, since i wanted it to be special," you present the console to the camera, "and i know the hype isn't as strong as the first few years, but i've been working on my animal crossing island and i wanted to show you guys," you finish, your grin widening by the second.
fans already know how much of a nerd you are, considering half of your fromm chats are about games you're playing, so the livestream's concept isn't a surprise to most.
hamhaminator: OMG animal crossing
77z: pls let us join ur island
lynnnnnshark: youre so pretty omg
"let you join my island? wait, that sounds so fun, let's do that next time. you guys have to pay to get in though, one nook miles ticket," you joke, finally picking up the console to move your character to the first place you want to show: a city street with an section for trading, with vending machines and building decorations. the whole area is fully customized, paths and patterns utilized to create a stunning city visual.
ynln25: YOUR ISLAND IS SO COOL
likehayeon: 1 nmt entry is crazy
mnbmicrm: /\ /\
the tour continues, and you make it about halfway through the areas you want to show on camera before your door bursts open and makes you jump. in comes yoon seoyeon, your very beautiful and amazing and gremlin of a girlfriend.
before you can say anything, as in, your mouth opens but nothing comes out, an ice cream bar is shoved into your face, and you instinctively take a bite... from the side. the side of the bar, not the top.
well, shit! there goes your (not so) perfect reputation. everyone's gonna think you're a weirdo, now!
risingsoty: where did seoyeon come from im crying
gndisbetter: JUMPSCARE???
girlscapitalismno1fan: are we not gonna talk about where y/n bit it???? who eats ice cream like that??? 😭
"your favorite," seoyeon says, a smug smile curling on her lips. she's holding an ice cream bar of her own, a crispy crunch ice bar which has left some crumbs around her mouth. you quickly grab a tissue from your desk and reach up to clean the mess upon noticing it. seoyeon hums, handing you the ice cream that you bit before sitting down on a chair next to you.
you go back to the livestream, not realizing how the chat went absolutely crazy at what just happened in the span of two minutes.
the next few seconds are spent in silence, just the two of you eating your ice cream in peace, until seoyeon leans over and giggles before reading a comment. "'seoyeon making a special delivery for her girlfriend' yeah. i stopped by gs25 on the way home from the company and felt like treating her."
you almost choke mid-swallow of the chunk you just bit off. "how— how nice of you! um, anyways..."
trying to change the topic before it gets too out of hand, you hold your ice cream bar between your teeth and pick your switch up from the desk, redirecting your character to the area that you were headed to before being abruptly interrupted. seoyeon finishes her ice cream in the blink of an eye and leans her head on your shoulder, elbows touching.
"we should do an animal crossing live with chaeyeon and hyerin," she comments, earning a hum from you.
"i don't know, 'yeonie. we'll have to see if you behave," you take the bar back into your hand and answer promptly, a teasing tone tucked into the latter end of your sentence.
fireyoo: behave??? what
jestjj: yo
zxcvbnm: YESSS pls do another acnh live
the blonde reacts strongly to your answer, briefly whining and pouting before turning to the camera. "guys, y/nnie won't let me on her island anymore."
"because all you do is chase me around with your net to hit me," you grumble, "don't listen to her, wavs, you can't just believe every girl with a pretty face. she's an evil hamham."
seoyeon rolls her eyes and playfully bites your shoulder, causing you to dramatically flinch and cry in agony.
"see!" you complain to the camera, "this is how she treats me. a cruel, cruel woman."
"that's what you get," and she sticks her tongue out at you, then snatching the bar out of your hand, "i'm holding your ice cream hostage until you apologize."
widening your eyes, you try to grab for it, but she holds it up high. see, you could reach for it; it's not like you're that short. but it'd be pretty boring if you just snatched it out of her hand, and so you decide to put on a show.
"baby..." you tug on her hoodie, which is really your hoodie but she's made it a permanent addition to her wardrobe, "baby, i'm sorry... please... my ice cream..."
the chat explodes. like, really explodes. it's going so fast that you can't see a single message. and that makes you realize that you just did all of that on a livestream.
useridkicbanym: ijbol u guys arent real holy yuri
shionnieee: 🤨🏳🌈??
cocomelona: BABY??????????
kwakkwak: wait i just realized i think seoyeon is wearing yns hoodie?!?!?
rthtuh: HARD LAUNCH HARD LAUNCH
you frantically look to your side, where seoyeon is blinking at unnatural speeds, face flaming in the shade of strawberries. and this situation could've been saved if you both played on with it, but you're both sitting there like flustered idiots at the moment. she wordlessly hands you your ice cream bar, and you quietly thank her.
not even a minute later, someone's knocking furiously at your bedroom door. and not even a second later, seoyeon's phone starts blowing up. you shoot up from your seat and sloppily reach for your phone, ending the livestream before sitting back down and turning to your girlfriend with widened eyes.
"we're cooked."
the blonde can only shake her head and bury her face into your shoulder.
about fifteen more knocks sound at the door. you groan.
incoming call from manager-nim... answer?
the once-sleeping girl nestled within your embrace whines at the noise waking the two of you up so early in the morning. you fumble around for your phone, reluctantly answering it on speaker. an eerily calm voice crackles out from your speakers.
"you and seoyeon. to the office. in one hour."
if you and seoyeon weren't awake before, you're definitely awake now. seoyeon groans loudly into your pajama shirt. you sigh and press a kiss to the top of her head. "whatever happens, let's get ice cream after."
she perks up at that. "it's your treat, 'kay?"
a/n: GIRL THIS ISNT THE DANI FIC BUT I JUST HAD TO GET THIS ONE OUT IM SORRY
hello everyone! first i'd like to say a big thank you to everyone who has supported me on this blog and helped me grow this big :] i made this blog for fun and now i use it more than my main one lmao but seriously i appreciate and am grateful for every single one of you ☹️🫶
as a special thank you for 1k, i have put this together! it's a little different than what i normally do for events but i am lowkey tired of collecting prompts and dialogue prompts to put in there 😭 so! here is this!
for this event i will be posting some oneshots throughout this! i have already decided what will be posted but there are no official times that they will be posted.
that being said, requests are open specifically for this event. if you'd like to request a oneshot, please specify that it is for this event and i will add it! that being said, it will only be open for katseye, tripleS, and boynextdoor
KICKBACK - M.S [fluff] (sports medicine major!f!reader)
midfielder of the lacrosse team megan skiendiel has everyone's hearts, except yours. when she gets injured during a match and your mutual friend brings her to you, you reluctantly help the girl recover. and over time, you find yourself liking her more and more.
TRY ME - D.A [fluff] (slytherin!f!reader)
in which the quidditch captain for griffyndor, daniela avanzini is assigned to be your partner for the upcoming potions project, which would be fine for anyone else. if you didn't hate her guts.
DANGEROUS - S.L [angst] (f!reader)
after being turned into a vampire in the hands of the mysterious woman, you have to adjust to your new life and role in this world. the first? finding your best friend and letting her invite you into her house
H2O - M.B [fluff] (mermaid!f!reader)
when manon goes on vacation to the bahamas, she becomes enthralled with a woman on the beach. the only thing? it wasn't a normal woman
SHOW ME HOW - L.R [nsfw] (innocent!f!reader)
being with lara was great, if you exclude her possessiveness. good thing she knows what to do about it when someone tries flirting with you at a party
GLAMOROUS - Z.X [angst] (loser!f!reader)
rich girl zhou xinyu never wants to be seen with you, despite being with you behind closed doors. then comes the day that someone spots you two, and things take a turn.
PRETTY BOY - M.J [fluff] (transmasc!reader)
jaehyun was the best boyfriend in the world. kind, affectionate, attentive. anything anyone could want. but that doesn't stop the thoughts from roaming around in your head that he'll find someone better.
SMOKIN' OUT THE WINDOW - K.D [nsfw] (f!reader)
leehan has been continuously trying to get you to smoke with him, saying that you'll be fine and he promises nothing will happen when he's around. one day you finally let him, and things change between you two.
ATTENTION - D.A [fluff] (magik!f!reader)
in which the new addition to the x-men, daniela, won't stop annoying you trying to get your attention. and while it's hard to break through your walls, she somehow manages to crack them
ALL I NEED IS YOU - S.L [nsfw] (loser!g!p!reader)
sophia brings you along as her plus one for a fancy event with the company. when you're handed a small baby and told to take care of it for a minute, you panic. and when sophia finally sees you, she's dragging you home the next chance
warnings: established relationship, not much plot but the feelings are there!, detailed as always, i’m a big titty!sohyun enthusiast, slight body worship, love bites + marks, biting in general, slight spit kink, petnames used are my love, pretty girl, and baby, sohyun sits on reader’s face, pussy eating, reader calls sohyun mommy at the very end (not during seggs that’s for another fic)
smut under the cut. mdni.
you heard shuffling next to you, then feeling the bed dip as someone filled the empty spot next to you.
it was the middle of the night, and you reached out your arm, feeling for her. your arm met her leg and you scooted closer to her. she was sitting up, and you wrapped your arms around her leg; clinging onto her. “so warm.” you whispered out as you nuzzled into the soft skin of her thigh. “i’m sorry, did i wake you?” she asked with sleepiness still in her voice. “no, the emptiness of the bed did, though.” you smiled with your eyes still shut, enjoying the comfort of your sohyun so close to you. “you just can’t live without me, can you?” she giggled. you shook your head in response. “mhmm, that’s right!” you hummed in approval and your grip around her leg tightened. she smiled down at you as her hand made its way to your head, gently stroking your hair.
“why are you awake, though? you okay?” you asked as you lifted your head, looking at her with concern in your eyes. “yeah, just needed some nice cold water.” she said with a soft smile, then you responded with a quiet “oh okay.” her hand found its way to your cheek as she gently stroked her thumb against it. you leaned into her touch, soaking it all in. you maneuvered yourself so your body was between her legs. you arms were wrapped around her body, your head squished against her tummy, as you fully embraced her. this was your own personal version of heaven.
“what’s with you? you’re so cuddly?” sohyun giggled, and reciprocated the hug. she started stroking your back. you noticed that in that moment that you were able to feel her laughing. you were so close to her you could hear her heart beating too. you could feel the gentle rise and fall of her chest; it was so intimate that you felt your own heart rate start increasing. “i think i’m in love with you.” you admitted, although muffled by her body. she was more than aware considering you were literally in a relationship, but your random declarations of love never failed to catch her off guard. she lightly smacked your back, letting out a “yah!” as her giggles continued. one of her hands moved from petting you, and you looked up to see what happened.
she was covering her face as she giggled; one of the many habits that sohyun had that you loved so dearly. you could tell that her heart melted at the sentiment. she was shy and embarrassed and it was the cutest sight ever; it made you want to tease her.
“why are you laughing! i just expressed my feelings and you’re laughing!” you jokingly pouted. her laughter dissolved, a bright smile still on her features, as she looked at you with so much love in her eyes. “aw, my sensitive baby. i’m sorry. i’m in love with you too.” she said in sincerity, but there was also a hint of playfulness in her voice. you couldn’t see it in this light, but her cheeks were a slightly rosy shade. “hmph! i was gonna tease you, but you turned it on me!” you pouted for real now. “my bad.” she shrugged. you wanted revenge!
you pinched her side, causing her to wince and glare at you. “what! you meanie!” she huffed as she rubbed the area that you had attacked. you giggled back at her; she was just too cute. you felt a specific feeling overcome you as you lifted her shirt. “what are you doing-” she started, but was interrupted as she felt you sink your teeth into the smooth skin of her tummy. you bit her, and she winced in pain again.
“what was that for!” she pouted as you removed yourself from under her shirt. “sorry, the cuteness aggression demon took over!” you admitted as you felt your cheeks heat up. “you’re being so bad tonight!” she said innocently. “s-sorry.” you whispered. for some reason, despite that comment having no sort of ulterior motive behind it, it set something off in your mind.
“let me make it up to you, yeah?” you whispered as you stared into her eyes. one of your hands starting playing with the hem of her shirt, trying to get her on the same page. her own pretty eyes stared back at you; her gaze shifted into something darker. she smirked as she understood what you were implying. “i think i deserve it. go on.” she said as nodded her head; she slipped into her dominant role so easily.
you smiled at her, sitting up to lift her shirt off her head. her bare chest was exposed to you as she had nothing on underneath. “god, you are so gorgeous.” you said in awe at how beautiful her body was; she was a masterpiece. she smiled at the compliment as she moved her body so that she was lying down comfortably in front of you; you stayed watching her for a moment. you had seen sohyun naked so many times before, but it never ceased to amaze you how a woman could be so beautiful. it’s such an overused adjective, but it’s the one that fits her the most.
you leaned in close to her, connecting your lips with her own. she gladly accepted your kiss with one hand cupping your cheek and the other with a gentle hold on your neck. it was a simple, yet subtle reminder. she owned you, and she knew it. your lips melted into hers; the kiss encompassing all the love you had for her. you then moved on to her neck; giving her lots of nips, licks, sucks, and kisses. “can i mark your neck?” you asked with a playful smile, except you already knew the answer. “absolutely not!” she said quickly as she smirked at the way you frowned. “worth a shot.” you said as you sighed while making your way down to her pretty tits.
you were quite literally obsessed and in love with everything about park sohyun. however, her tits were one of your favorite physical traits of hers. they were big, bigger than your hands. you loved the way they spilled over when you squished them in your hands, the way you couldn’t grab all of them at once. you blew cold air onto one, watching as the half hard bud became completely firm. “stop teasing!” she warned, causing you to smile. you caught her off guard, going all in. your mouth quickly encasing her hardened bud, causing her to wince for the nth time that night. one of her hands found home in your hair, gently stroking it again as you sucked and nipped at her nipple. you let go of it with a “pop” sound and went to the other, you looked at her for a moment before leaning over her nipple and spitting on it. “that’s so naughty.” she whimpered out as you giggled at how cute she was. you went back to sucking and playing with her tits, getting them so messy with your spit.
you played with them for awhile, to really get her riled up, then went to the side of one of them. you licked the chosen spot, then sunk your teeth into the soft tissue. she let in a sharp inhale at the pain as you continued to suck on the skin; ultimately making a dark purple mark. “hmm perfect.” you said as you admired your work. you loved marking her, there was just something about it. something about the fact that only you were able to mark her; only you were allowed to.
you noticed that she was being suspiciously quiet. you looked up and saw that she was biting her lip so hard that it was almost bleeding. she was doing it to hide her noises. you reached up, physically pulling her lip out from between her teeth. “none of that. let me hear you. you sound so pretty.” you told her as she shyly nodded her head. “good, good.” you whispered out. it was so endearing how she was so serious and dominant when it came to you, but the second that you wanted to hear her and compliment her, she became so shy. she really was so precious.
you moved your body down her own. the entire way down from her neck to her thighs, you showered her in kisses and words of praise. you looked at her cute panties; black with a little pink bow. how adorable. you noticed the way she rubbed her legs together, needing some sort of friction. “can i take off your panties, my love?” you asked as she nodded before letting out a breathless, “yes.”
you gently slid her panties off her legs, then got comfortable between her legs. her pussy was practically drenched in her arousal. “can i eat your pretty pussy?” you asked. “mhmm, please!” she said impatiently, as if you didn’t, she would start to beg. you smiled wickedly, before teasing her. you kissed her thighs, taking your time showing both of them love. you basically made sure to kiss every inch of her skin that wasn’t where she needed you the most. you were completely ignoring her needs, and she felt like she was going crazy. the last straw was when you blew cold air on her swollen cunt, causing her to whimper out. “please! just do something!” she cried out.
you smiled to yourself before you gathered spit in your mouth, spitting on her pussy. she moaned out at the feeling of your spit coating her already soaked cunt. you then took your fingers, spreading her folds open, and kissed her clit. you enveloped your lips around her clit, sucking on it harshly and with no remorse as you flicked your tongue against it in all different directions over and over. her back arched as she felt like the wind was knocked out of her now that you had finally given her what she had wanted. the pressure was too much for her already as she clawed at the sheets. you grabbed one of her hands, guiding it to your hair. she pulled on your hair as her hips started thrusting against your face. it was the hottest thing you had ever experienced; seeing her so desperate that she was literally riding your face. an idea popped into your head.
you shifted away from her pussy for a moment, sitting up before asking, “wanna sit on my face?” her jaw dropped at the question, but her eyes lit up as she nodded her head. you switched positions, lying comfortably on the bed as she straddled your chest. “are you sure?” she asked, suddenly feeling shy. “do i want your pretty pussy in my face? hell yeah i do.” you said without an ounce of hesitation. she smiled then hovered over your face. “r-ready?” she asked and you grabbed her thighs, forcing her to fully sit on your face. you resumed what you were doing before, sucking on her clit before swirling your tongue downwards to her entrance. you watched as she threw her head back as your tongue suddenly started thrusting into her pussy. “fuck- you’re so good at this.” she whimpered out as she held onto her own thigh for support.
the sight above you was something you could never get tired of seeing. it was dark, so you couldn’t see the greatest, but what you could see was heavenly. she was gasping for air, one of her hands digging into the plush of her thigh, while her other hand was covering her mouth, and her tits would move with the slightest jolt of her body. sohyun was the epitome of beauty.
you kept thrusting your tongue in and out of her pussy, making sure to lick and suck on her clit every now and then too. you pulled back from her cunt just for a second, so you could spit on it; just to rile her up even further. you could tell she loved it from the way she threw her head back and cried out. you smiled into her cunt at the way she reacted.
“sohyun, you taste so fucking good.” you said underneath her. she started blushing, while moaning out at how good you felt tongue fucking her. “i can’t do this, g-gonna cum.” she whined out as you continued thrusting your tongue up into her sweet cunt. “cum for me, let me taste you, pretty girl.” you commanded her, and she fell apart. it was like small statement of permission was all she needed to let go fully. she cried out, her cunt continuously thrusting against your face. she was completely riding your face. she was using you, and you loved it. she felt a tingling sensation in her tummy, letting her know just how close she was. this only made her more desperate, causing her to basically beg you.
“right there! i’m right there!” she said as she started to fall apart; that coil in her snapped. she started to shift away from you, but you wouldn’t let her. you gripped onto her thighs harshly; not allowing your attachment on her cunt to be broken. you wanted her to ride out her high, and she did. she let out a high pitched moan at the pleasure she experienced from the orgasm you gave her. you licked and sucked at her cunt until she physically had to push you away.
“e-enough!” she said as she came down from her high. she moved so she could meet your lips. she connected your lips to her with no hesitation; she was met with the sweet taste of herself and she couldn’t care less. she kind of liked tasting herself on you, she liked the intimacy of it all. once you separated, she sat up on her knees, sighing for a second as a way to collect herself. her legs felt weak and her breathing was erratic, to say she was satisfied would be an understatement.
“how was it?” you asked with a smirk.
“who taught you how to do that?” she asked, although, she already knew the answer. “you did, mommy.” you said with a cheeky glint in your eyes. “BAD GIRL!” she yelled out in embarrassment as she threw a pillow at your tummy. you rolled your eyes, always so shy and cute. you were only one that got to see her like this, and it made your heart bloom. you smiled at her, appreciating her for a moment, before doing aftercare. you got her water, dressed her, and snuggled up to her. you two fell asleep in each other’s arms, satisfied and so very much in love. <3
END!
author’s note: hey girl kissers!!! i posted this but then got nervous/shy just because it’s different than what i normally write yk?? so i deleted it but decided to repost so i rlly hope u guys like it!!
synopsis:
↳ when the start of senior year finally arrived you start to realize your feelings for your best friend, the lead guitarist of the campus' well-known band, kim nakyoung
genre
↳ wlw, fluff, non-idol x non-idol, best friends to lovers, slight angst, college au, slowburn, mutual pinning
warnings/notes:
↳ divider from @cafekitsune. jealous!nakyoung, oblivious!reader
↳ 6, 463 words
↳ please do not copy, translate or repost any of my works anywhere.
The funny thing about falling in love with your best friend was that it never happened all at once—there wasn't some dramatic moment where the world stopped spinning, no sudden realization or no movie-worthy confession. Instead, it happened slowly.
Painfully slowly, like watching the seasons change.
You didn't notice it at first, not until one day you looked up and realized everything was different.
And by then, it was already too late.
The first thing you saw every morning was Kim Nakyoung—well—technically, it was a photograph of Kim Nakyoung.
The framed picture sat on your desk beside a stack of unfinished assignments and half-empty coffee cups. The edges of the frame were chipped from years of being moved around, but you could never bring yourself to replace it.
The photo had been taken when you were thirteen.
You and Nakyoung stood shoulder-to-shoulder at a middle school festival, grinning so hard your cheeks looked painful.
Back then, everything had felt simple.
Back then, Nakyoung was just Nakyoung.
Your best friend.
The girl who stole your snacks.
The girl who texted you at three in the morning because she'd found a stray cat.
The girl who somehow became part of every important memory in your life.
Nothing more.
Nothing complicated.
Nothing dangerous.
You stared at the photograph for another second before sighing heavily and dropping your head against your desk.
"You're hopeless."
The words slipped from your mouth before you could stop them.
The room remained silent.
Outside your apartment window, the early September sunlight spilled across the Seoul University campus. Students wandered between buildings carrying backpacks and iced coffees, enjoying the first few weeks of the semester.
Your senior year.
The final year.
The year that was supposed to be about graduation, internships, and figuring out what came next.
Instead, your biggest problem was that somewhere over the summer you'd accidentally developed a massive crush on your best friend.
A crush that showed absolutely no signs of disappearing.
A knock sounded against your front door.
Three quick taps.
You immediately recognized the pattern.
Nobody else knocked like that.
You stood and opened the door.
Sure enough, Kim Nakyoung was standing there.
And suddenly breathing became a little harder than it should have been.
Her dark hair fell messily across her forehead, clearly the result of rushing out of bed fifteen minutes ago. An oversized black hoodie hung loosely from her shoulders, sleeves covering half her hands.
A canvas tote bag rested against her hip.
She blinked at you.
"You look terrible."
You frowned.
"Good morning to you too."
"It's eleven-thirty."
"Exactly."
Nakyoung nodded seriously.
"So you've had plenty of time to stop looking terrible."
You groaned.
She smiled.
A small one.
The kind she reserved for people she trusted.
The kind that always made your chest feel strangely warm.
And that was the problem.
Everything she did made your chest feel strangely warm now.
"Move."
Nakyoung stepped around you and entered the apartment like she owned it.
Which, honestly, wasn't far from the truth.
You'd been best friends for nearly ten years.
By now she knew where you kept everything.
Including the emergency ramen stash hidden above the refrigerator.
"Don't touch those."
"I'm touching them."
"Nakyoung."
"I'm hungry."
"Then buy your own."
She turned around.
The pout that immediately appeared on her face was so dramatic it would've been funny if it wasn't so adorable.
You hated how adorable it was.
Really.
You did.
"You're impossible."
"That's not what Hyungseo says."
"Your sister also enables you."
"Because she loves me."
"Unfortunately."
Nakyoung gasped.
Actually gasped.
A hand flew to her chest.
The betrayal.
The audacity.
The dramatics.
You couldn't help laughing.
And for a moment, everything felt normal again.
The way it always had.
Easy.
Comfortable.
Familiar.
Then Nakyoung looked at you.
Really looked at you.
And your stomach dropped.
"What's wrong?"
You blinked.
"Nothing."
"You've been weird."
"I'm not weird."
"You stared at me for like ten seconds when you opened the door."
Your soul left your body.
"Did not."
"You did."
"No."
"Yes."
"No."
Nakyoung crossed her arms.
Her eyes narrowed suspiciously.
You recognized that expression immediately.
It was the same expression she wore whenever she was trying to figure out a difficult guitar riff or catch someone lying.
Which was unfortunate because you were definitely lying.
A lot.
Mostly to yourself because if you admitted the truth? If you admitted that every time she smiled your heart felt lighter or if you admitted that hearing her laugh was becoming your favorite sound. And if you admitted that sometimes you caught yourself wondering what it would feel like to hold her hand, then everything would change.
And you couldn't risk that, not with Nakyoung.
Never with Nakyoung.
By evening, Seoul University's campus was alive with excitement—strings of lights illuminated the outdoor stage set up near the student center, music drifted through the warm autumn air and students crowded around food stalls and club booths while laughter echoed across the quad.
Tonight was one of the university's annual welcome concerts.
Which meant The Gladiators were performing.
The moment you'd arrived, Sohyun had spotted you.
Unfortunately.
"You came early."
"I always come early."
"Exactly."
Beside her, Xinyu sipped her drink and Mayu looked up from her phone.
All three wore identical expressions.
The kind that made you nervous.
"What?"
Sohyun grinned.
"You know who else comes early?"
You already hated where this was going.
"No."
"You."
"That's literally what you just said."
"To see Nakyoung."
You groaned loudly.
Mayu laughed.
Xinyu looked entirely too entertained.
"Can we not do this?"
"We absolutely can."
"I hate all of you."
"No you don't."
Unfortunately, Sohyun was correct.
The lights dimmed, the crowd erupting, and then they appeared.
The Gladiators.
Kai immediately launched a drumstick into the air, earning cheers from nearby students, Jooyeon slung his bass over his shoulder with effortless confidence, Yizhou settled behind her keyboard, Lily stepped up to the microphone, and then Nakyoung walked onto the stage.
The applause somehow grew louder.
You understood why.
She had a presence that was impossible to ignore, not because she demanded attention but because attention naturally gravitated toward her.
The stage lights reflected against the silver rings decorating her fingers as she adjusted her guitar strap.
She looked calm, focused, and comfortable, like she belonged there and maybe she did.
The opening notes rang out and the audience screamed.
Your heart skipped.
Throughout the performance, Nakyoung moved with practiced ease.
Every chord.
Every solo.
Every smile she exchanged with the other band members.
You'd seen her perform countless times.
Yet somehow you still couldn't look away.
Halfway through the set, she glanced toward the audience.
Toward you.
Her eyes found yours instantly.
As if she'd been looking.
As if she always knew exactly where you were.
Then she smiled, just a little, but it was enough.
Enough to send warmth rushing through your chest.
Enough to make your heart forget how to function.
Enough to make you realize you were in serious trouble.
Because best friends weren't supposed to feel like this.
Were they?
After the concert, you found her backstage. The room buzzed with excitement as students congratulated the band.
Lily accepted compliments with ease, Kai was loudly recounting a moment from the performance, Jooyeon had already located food, somehow.
Meanwhile, Nakyoung sat on an equipment case, wiping sweat from the back of her neck with a towel.
The moment she saw you, her face softened.
There it was again, that expression.
The one nobody else seemed to notice.
The version of Kim Nakyoung hidden beneath the cool exterior.
The sensitive girl who cared more deeply than she let anyone see.
The girl you'd somehow fallen for.
"You came."
You laughed.
"Of course I came."
A small smile appeared, the kind that looked almost shy and for some reason, that felt far more dangerous than the confident smiles she wore on stage.
She handed you a bottle of water.
Already opened because she knew you struggled with bottle caps and because she'd known for years.
The simple gesture made your chest ache.
"Good show?" she asked.
"You were amazing."
The compliment slipped out before you could stop it.
For a second, Nakyoung froze.
Then she looked away.
A faint pink tint crept across her ears.
And suddenly the lead guitarist of one of the most popular campus bands looked oddly flustered.
Cute.
Painfully cute.
Your heart suffered immediate damage.
"You always say that."
"Because it's true."
Her lips pressed together.
A tiny pout forming.
As if she didn't quite know what to do with genuine praise.
You smiled despite yourself.
God.
You were doomed—completely, utterly, and hopelessly doomed.
And the worst part?
You had absolutely no idea that Kim Nakyoung was beginning to feel exactly the same way.
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If someone had asked Kim Nakyoung when exactly she started liking you, she wouldn’t have been able to answer.
Not because she didn’t know, but because admitting it would mean acknowledging that she’d been completely, undeniably screwed for a very long time,
Maybe it had started during year of university.
Maybe it had started years before that.
Or maybe it had happened so gradually that she never noticed until one day she found herself saving a seat beside her in every lecture hall.
Checking her phone for your texts.
Looking for you first in every crowd.
Wanting to tell you everything.
And wanting to know everything.
Whatever the answer was, one thing remained painfully clear, you had become the center of her world without her realizing it.
And now?
Now she had absolutely no idea what to do about it.
The morning sunlight spilled across Seoul University’s central courtyard—students filled nearly every table and bench scattered around the area, some rushing between classes while others usually enjoyed the unusually pleasant summer weather.
Nakyoung sat on one of the stone planters bordering the courtyard, her guitar case rested beside her with one earbud hung loosely from her ear and the other had been abandoned somewhere in her hoodie pocket.
She wasn’t actually listening to music, she was actually waiting, specifically, she was waiting for you.
Your morning lecture ended in ten minutes, then the two of you were supposed to grab lunch together before her afternoon band rehearsal.
A completely normal arrangement, one you’d been doing for years.
Nothing special.
Nothing that made her check the time every thirty seconds.
Absolutely nothing.
“You’re staring at the humanities building again.”
Nakyoung didn’t look up, “No, I’m not.”
“You’re literally staring at the humanities building Nak.”
“I was thinking.”
Sohyun leaned against the planter beside her, carrying an iced coffee.
“Thinking about Y/n?”
Nakyoung finally glanced at her and the look she gave Sohyun would’ve terrified most people though Sohyun only grinned.
“Good morning to you too.”
Nakyoung sighed because unfortunately, Sohyun knew everything or at least enough.
The discovery happened last semester after Nakyoung had accidentally spent twenty minutes talking about how cute you looked wearing glasses and Sohyun had never let her recover.
“You know,” Sohyun said casually, “for someone who hasn’t confessed yet, you’re awfully possessive.”
“I’m not possessive.”
“You got upset because Mayu borrowed Y/n’s jacket.”
“She stretched it.”
“She wore it for ten minutes.”
“She stretched it.”
Sohyun laughed so hard that she nearly spilled her drink while Nakyoung crossed her arms in annoyance, mostly because Sohyun wasn’t entirely wrong.
A few minutes later, students began pouring out of the humanities building and Nakyoung immediately spotted you.
Of course she did.
She always did when it came to you.
You emerged through the main doors laughing about something with a classmate and the sight instantly softened her expression.
There you were—safe, smiling, and beautiful, causing her stomach to do that annoying thing again.
The thing it always did around you.
Then someone stepped into your path and Nakyoung’s expression changed.
“Oh.”
Sohyun followed her gaze, “Ah.”
Kim Gaeul, fourth-year dance major. She was popular, pretty, confident, and the kind of person who could start a conversation with literally anyone.
Gaeul smiled at you and you smiled back which immediately made Nakyoung dislike this interaction—a lot—not that she was jealous.
She wasn’t.
Definitely not.
Absolutely—
Gaeul reached out, lightly touching your arm, and Nakyoung nearly snapped her water bottle in half at the sight causing Sohyun to look over at her and then immediately burst into laughter at her friend’s jealousy.
“Oh my god.”
Nakyoung ignored her, her eyes remained fixed on the scene unfolding across the courtyard—you and Gaeul continued talking and laughing, Gaeul tucking her hair behind her ear as you laughed again.
Nakyoung hated how much she noticed every second feeling unnecessarily long.
Then Gaeul leaned slightly closer, close enough that something unpleasant twisted inside of Nakyoung’s chest, a feeling she recognized immediately.
Jealousy, pure and awful, jealousy.
“Oh, this is bad.”
Nakyoung shot Sohyun a glare, “What?”
“You like her so much.”
“I don’t.”
“You look like you’re about to challenge Gaeul to a duel.”
Nakyoung looked away as Sohyun gasped dramatically.
“Oh my god, you’re actually jealous.”
“I’m not jealous.”
“You’re pouting.”
“I’m not.”
“You absolutely are.”
Nakyoung immediately touched her lips and Sohyun doubled over laughing.
“Kim Nakyoung, you are so gone.”
“Be quiet.”
“No.”
“Please.”
“No.”
Nakyoung considered pushing her into a fountain.
Across the courtyard, your conversation with Gaeul finally came to an end. The older girl smiled brightly then said something that made your face heat up.
Nakyoung narrowed her eyes, “What did she say/”
“How would I know?”
“What did she say?”
Sohyun laughed, “You sound like someone’s girlfriend.”
Nakyoung nearly choked.
“Don’t say that.”
“Why not?”
“Because it’s weird.”
“It would be less weird if you just confessed.”
Nakyoung stared at the ground because therein lay the problem itself, confessing.
The idea alone made her stomach twist, not because she was afraid of rejection—okay—partially, because she was afraid of losing you.
You weren’t just her crush, you were her person.
Her favorite person.
The one constant in her life, and if confessing ruined that?
No.
She couldn’t risk it.
Not yet.
The second you noticed her sitting by the courtyard planter, your entire face lit up.
And there it was, the thing that always destroyed Nakyoung’s resolve.
You smiled differently around her, warmer and softer, like seeing her made your day better.
Which only made everything harder.
You hurried over, “Sorry! Professor Lee kept us late.”
Nakyoung shrugged, “It’s fine.”
“Have you been waiting long?”
“No.”
“She has.”
“Park Sohyun.”
“What?” Sohyun asked innocently, “You’ve been here for twenty-five minutes.”
"Park Sohyun."
"And she kept checking the time."
"Park Sohyun."
"And staring at the building."
"Park Sohyun."
You laughed.
The sound immediately eased something tight in Nakyoung's chest.
A feeling she hated and loved, at the same time.
Your attention shifted toward her.
"Ready for lunch?"
The question was simple.
Ordinary.
Yet somehow Nakyoung found herself smiling, a real smile, the kind she didn't show often.
"Yeah."
Then she stood, and before she could stop herself, her eyes drifted toward the direction Gaeul had disappeared.
The jealousy returned immediately, petty, irritating, and embarrassing.
You noticed.
"Everything okay?"
Nakyoung blinked.
For a second she considered lying.
Instead she looked away.
"Who was that?"
You tilted your head.
"Who?"
"The girl you were talking to."
"Oh."
A grin spread across your face.
"A little curious, are we?"
Nakyoung's ears immediately turned a disastrous shade of red.
Sohyun saw it happen, unfortunately.
The older girl slapped a hand over her mouth to stop herself from laughing, completely failing to contain herself.
You looked between them confused at what you had missed while talking to Gaeul.
Nakyoung wanted the ground to open up and swallow her whole.
"What?" you asked.
"Nothing," Sohyun answered instantly.
"It's definitely something."
"Nothing at all."
Nakyoung shot Sohyun a look that promised violence though Sohyun only grinned, completely unbothered and entirely too pleased with herself, as the three of you headed toward the student center for lunch, Sohyun couldn’t stop thinking one thing.
The two of you were hopeless, absolutely hopeless, and the only people on campus who didn’t realize they were in love with each other…were the two of you.
There were very few people in the world capable of making Kim Nakyoung nervous—her professors didn’t, performing in front of hundreds of students didn’t, job interviews didn’t, public speaking didn’t, and even angry customers at her part-time job didn’t.
But her older sister? Kim Hyungseo was terrifying, not because she was strict, intimidating or particularly scary.
No.
The problem was that Hyungseo knew her too well, far too well, which meant she could take one look at Nakyoung’s face and immediately figure out exactly what was wrong.
Unfortunately, that was exactly what happened.
The band’s rehearsal room occupied the basement level of the university’s music building; the space wasn’t particularly impressive. The walls were covered in faded posters from past performances, extension cords stretched across the floor, and someone—probably Kai—had abandoned three energy drink cans near the drum kit.
Still, it was theirs.
A second home.
A place where countless hours had been spent practicing, arguing, laughing, and occasionally threatening Jooyeon whenever he ate someone else’s food.
“That was flat.” Lily pointed accusingly.
Jooyeon looked offended, “I wasn’t even singing.”
“Your vibe was flat.”
“What does that mean?”
“No idea.”
Yizhou snorted from behind her keyboard and Kai nearly dropped a drumstick from laughing. Normally, Nakyoung would’ve joined in but instead, she sat on a stool near her amplifier, absentmindedly strumming the same chord for what had to be the twentieth time.
“Nakyoung.”
No response.
“Nakyoung.”
Nothing.
“Kim Nakyoung.”
Still nothing.
Jooyeon picked up a water bottle, then threw it. The bottle smacked directly into Nakyoung’s shoulder causing her to jump and snap out of her trance.
“What?”
The entire room stared at her.
“You’ve been playing the same chord for five minutes,” Lily said, looking at the short haired girl skeptically.
“No, I haven’t.”
“You absolutely have.”
“No.”
“Yes.”
Kai pointed out dramatically, “She’s in love.”
Nakyoung nearly dropped her guitar as the three others erupted into a fit of laughter, Yizhou laughed so hard she had to remove her glasses.
Jooyeon immediately pointed at Nakyoung, “It’s Y/n!”
“It is not.”
“It absolutely is.”
“Is not.”
“Is too.”
“She’s doing the thing.” Lily says bluntly, causing everyone to turn toward her in confusion.
“The thing?” Yizhou asked, tilting her head slightly in confusion.
“The thing where she denies something that’s obviously true.”
“That’s fair.”
“Very fair.”
Nakyoung buried her face in her hands, because this was why she hated her friends.
An hour later, rehearsal finally ended. Everyone had begun packing up equipment when the music room door opened and a familiar voice echoed through the room.
“Why does it smell like twenty people fought a war in here?”
Nakyoung immediately recognized it, Hyungseo.
Her older sister stepped inside carrying a paper bag from a nearby cafe, despite having graduated nearly two years ago, she still visited campus frequently. Mostly because she enjoyed bothering Nakyoung and because several of her friends still attended the university.
“Oh, thank god.” Jooyeon said dramatically. “Please help us.”
Hyungseo blinked, “What happened?”
Kai threw an arm around her shoulders, “Nakyoung’s in love.”
Once those words left the drummer's mouth the room exploded into chaos again.
“Kai!”
“It’s true.”
“He’s not wrong.”
“Nakyoung likes Y/n!”
The chanting began immediately, mainly Kai and Jooyeon singing while Lily and Yizhou were both amused at the drummer and bass guitarist’s childish behaviour.
Hyungseo stared at the two boys, then slowly turned toward her younger sister. “Oh.”
Nakyoung froze, because that single syllable alone was dangerous, very dangerous.
But it was also because her older sister had the exact same expression she wore whenever she figured something out and judging by the smirk forming on her face, she’d figured something out.
“Out.”
The five musicians blinked in confusion, staring at the older woman quietly.
“What?”
“Out.”
“Why?”
Hyungseo smiled sweetly, “I want to speak with my sister.”
The band immediately scattered, making Nakyoung roll her eyes at her four friends.
Cowards.
Within thirty seconds, Nakyoung found herself completely alone with Hyungseo which was somehow worse. Much worse as her older sister sat down beside her, silent and waiting.
Nakyoung hated waiting, especially when Hyungseo was doing it because she knew exactly what came next.
“You like Y/n.”
The younger girl groaned, “Please don’t.”
“You do.”
“Please.”
“You really do.”
“Unnie, please.”
Hyungseo laughed, the sound was warm and familiar, not teasing or mean, just amused.
“When were you planning on telling me?”
“I wasn’t.”
“That’s concerning.”
“I’m serious.”
“So am I.”
Nakyoung sighed heavily, her gaze shifting down toward her guitar, wanting to look at anything to avoid eye contact and to avoid this conversation.
Unfortunately, her older sister wasn’t going to let her escape.
“How long?”
The twenty-three year old girl hesitated, “A while.”
“A while meaning?”
“...”
“Nakyoung.”
“...maybe since last semester.”
Hyungseo stared, “Maybe?”
“Okay, longer.”
“Thought so.”
Nakyoung groaned again, as the silence that followed felt strangely comfortable around the two sisters. Hyungseo had always been easy to talk to, even when the conversations were embarrassing.
Eventually, her sister nudged her shoulder lightly.
“Have you told her?”
Nakyoung immediately looked up, horrified. “No.”
“Why?”
“Why?”
“Yes.”
Nakyoung stared at her as if the answer should’ve been obvious because it was.
“She’s my best friend.”
Hyungseo’s expression softened instantly, the joking disappeared. “I know.”
“If I tell her and she doesn’t feel the same way—”
“You think you’ll lose her.”
Nakyoung looked away, because that was exactly it.
People talked about rejection like it was the worst possible outcome but for Nakyoung, it wasn’t.
Rejection would hurt.
Of course it would.
But losing you? Losing movie nights, late night phone calls, lunches together, the way you always texted her good morning, and the way you smiled when you saw her.
Losing all of that?
That terrified her more than anything.
“I can’t.” Her words came out quieter than intended.
Hyungseo was quiet for a moment then, “Nakyoung.”
“Hm?”
“Can I ask you something?”
“What?”
Her sister smiled, a small one, knowing and dangerous.
“When was the last time Y/n looked at you the way she looks at anyone else?”
Nakyoung frowned, “What does that mean?”
“It means exactly what I said.” Hyungseo said, standing up and gathering her bag while still smiling. “Nakyoung, I’ve met Y/n many times and trust me,”
The twenty-seven year old woman headed toward the door, “Nakyoung?”
“What?” the younger woman asked, looking over at the door.
Her older sister’s grin widened, “I don’t think you’re the only one with a crush.”
And then she left, just like that, leaving Nakyoung completely frozen in place because surely, surely Hyungseo was wrong, right?
Meanwhile, several buildings away, you sat in the university library pretending to study.
Pretending, because every few minutes your attention drifted away from your textbook and toward your phone.
Specifically toward your messages with Nakyoung, the most recent text sat at the open on the screen.
Nakyoung: rehearsal sucks today
A smile tugged at your lips.
Y/N: tell jooyeon to stop bullying everyone
Almost immediately she responded back.
Nakyoung: impossible
Nakyoung: he’s impossible
You laughed softly, ignoring the strange warmth spreading through your chest and ignoring how everyone seemed increasingly convinced you were in love with your best friend.
Because that would be ridiculous, right?
…Right?
Unfortunately for both of you, almost everyone else had already figured it out and they were getting increasingly tired of waiting.
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The annual Autumn Festival was one of the biggest events Seoul University hosted every year.
The campus transformed overnight—colorful banners hung between buildings, student organizations lined the walkways with booths and activities, and music drifted through the crisp autumn air from multiple stages scattered across campus.
The scent of fried food and sweet pastries lingered everywhere while students crowded every corner of the university.
For most people, it was exciting but for Nakyoung, it was rapidly becoming a nightmare.
Not because of the festival itself but because of Kim Gaeul.
Again.
“I hate her.”
Sohyun nearly dropped her drink.
Across the table, Mayu choked on her food, Xinyu looked up from her phone and Lily immediately perked up.
“Oh?”
Nakyoung glared, “Don’t.”
“Don’t what?”
“Whatever you’re about to say.”
Unfortunately, Lily grinned.
Jooyeon grinned too, Kai looked delighted and Yizhou looked exhausted.
Business as usual.
The group sat together near one of the festival food courts while students moved around them in waves.
And unfortunately, you were currently nowhere to be found.
Which meant the conversation had turned against Nakyoung.
Again.
“You don’t hate Gaeul.” Sohyun said, smirking. “You hate the fact that she likes Y/N.”
Nakyoung crossed her arms, “I don’t care.”
The entire table laughed.
She hated them.
Actually hated them, especially because nobody believed her.
Not even a little.
The truth was, Nakyoung cared, far more than she wanted to admit because for the last week, Gaeul had somehow appeared everywhere.
The library, the student center, the courtyard, the café near campus and every time Nakyoung saw her, she seemed to be talking, laughing, and smiling at you.
And every single time, something unpleasant twisted in Nakyoung’s chest.
Jealousy wasn’t an attractive emotion.
She knew that and she hated feeling it, hated how irrational it made her and hated how possessive it made her.
Most of all, she hated that she didn’t have any right to feel that way.
You weren’t her girlfriend.
You weren’t hers.
You were free to date whoever you wanted and that thought alone made her stomach hurt.
“There she is.” Kai pointed and everyone turned.
Nakyoung’s heart immediately betrayed her.
You were walking toward them carrying two drinks.
The moment your eyes found her, you smiled.
A genuine smile— warm, bright and effortless—the kind that always made something inside her soften.
“Hey.”
You handed her one of the drinks.
Her favorite.
Without asking.
Because you already knew.
Because you always knew.
Nakyoung accepted it quietly.
“Thanks.”
You sat beside her.
Close enough that your shoulders brushed.
A completely normal thing.
A thing you’d done a thousand times before.
Yet somehow it felt impossible to ignore.
“You’ve been busy all day.”
Nakyoung shrugged, “Band stuff.”
“Liar.”
She looked at you.
You pointed, “You’ve been avoiding me.”
The accusation caught her off guard.
Your expression softened, concern replacing amusement.
“Nakyoung?”
“I’m fine.”
“You don’t seem fine.”
“I’m fine.”
“You keep saying that.”
Because if she stopped saying it, she might say something else.
Something dangerous.
Something she couldn’t take back.
Luckily, before the conversation could continue, a familiar voice interrupted.
“Y/N.”
The entire table went silent, every single person, including Jooyeon. Which was impressive because Jooyeon was rarely silent.
Slowly, painfully slowly, Nakyoung turned around and there stood Kim Gaeul.
You smiled politely.
“Hey.”
Gaeul returned the smile, she looked nervous.
Which immediately caught everyone’s attention, especially Nakyoung’s and the guitarist felt her stomach sink.
Somehow she already knew where this was heading and judging by the expressions around the table everyone else knew too, except you, unfortunately.
Gaeul rubbed the back of her neck the looked directly at you, “I was wondering…”
Uh oh.
Sohyun physically stopped chewing, Kai leaned forward, Lily’s eyes widened.
And Jooyeon whispered something that sounded suspiciously like, “Oh my God.”
Gaeul took a breath, “Would you like to go out with me sometime?”
Silence.
Complete silence.
The sounds of the festival suddenly felt distant, muted almost, like someone had turned the volume down on the entire world.
Nakyoung stared and her chest tightened, painfully.
She had imagined this moment before, a hundred times, maybe even a thousand times but imagining it and actually seeing it were two very different things because now it was real.
And all she could think was, Of course Gaeul liked you.
How could she not?
You were kind, funny, beautiful, the type of person people naturally gravitated toward and the type of person that people fell in love with.
Including her, especially her.
For a brief second, your eyes widened in surprise, then you looked uncertain and confused, as if you hadn’t expected the question.
The sight should’ve comforted Nakyoung.
Instead, it somehow made things worse because she couldn’t sit there anymore, couldn’t listen or watch, not when every emotion she’d spent months burying threatened to surface.
So before anyone could stop her Nakyoung stood and walked away.
“Nakyoung!”
She ignored it.
“Nakyoung!”
Faster.
She walked faster.
The festival sounds faded behind her as she crossed campus, past the student center, the library and past groups of laughing students.
She didn’t stop until she reached one of the quieter garden paths near the music building.
Only then did she finally slow down.
Only then did she realize her hands were shaking.
“Damn it.” Her voice cracked and she squeezed her eyes shut.
This was ridiculous.
Pathetic.
She was twenty-three years old, not a teenager having her first crush.
So why did it hurt so much?
Why did it feel like her chest was splitting open?
Footsteps approached.
Familiar footsteps.
“Nakyoung.”
Her heart immediately recognized your voice.
Of course it did.
She kept facing away as you stopped beside her, concern filled your expression.
“What happened?”
Nothing.
Everything.
You. Me. Us.
“I said I’m fine.”
“You stormed off.”
“I’m fine.”
“Nakyoung.”
You stepped closer.
The concern in your voice only made everything worse because you cared.
You always cared, even now.
Even when you didn’t know why she was upset.
You cared.
And Nakyoung was suddenly so tired—tired of pretending, tired of hiding, tired of swallowing every feeling, tired of watching you smile at other people and tired of pretending she wasn’t completely in love with you.
“Nakyoung…”
“Why did you follow me?”
You blinked.
“What?”
“Why?”
The question came out sharper than intended.
Your brows furrowed.
“Because you’re upset.”
“So?”
“Because you’re my best friend.”
The words hit harder than they should have.
Best friend.
Right.
Just your best friend.
Nothing more.
And suddenly something inside her snapped.
Months of bottled-up feelings.
Months of jealousy.
Months of frustration.
Months of fear.
All of it spilled over.
“Do you have any idea how hard this has been?”
You froze.
Nakyoung laughed bitterly, the sound barely resembling a laugh at all.
“Every day.”
She looked away, unable to meet your eyes.
“Every single day.”
“Nakyoung…”
“You talk about other people.”
Her voice shook.
“You ask me for dating advice.”
You looked stunned.
“You tell me about people flirting with you.”
Realization slowly began crossing your face but Nakyoung couldn’t stop anymore.
Not now.
Not after holding everything in for so long.
“You smile at me.”
Her voice cracked.
“You look at me like I’m your favorite person.”
Tears threatened to form, embarrassing, she hated crying.
Especially now.
“And then you act like none of it means anything.”
Your eyes widened.
“Nakyoung—”
“I’m tired.”
Finally, she looked at you.
Really looked at you.
And for the first time since she’d met you she let every wall fall.
Every defense.
Every carefully hidden feeling.
Every secret.
“I’m tired of pretending that I’m not in love with you.”
The moment the words left Nakyoung’s mouth, she wanted to disappear, not metaphorically, but literally.
The ground could open up beneath her feet and swallow her whole and she would gladly accept it because after months of hiding, pretending and convincing herself that she could live with being just your best friend, she finally said it out loud.
I’m tired of pretending that I’m not in love with you.
The confession lingered in the cool autumn air as neither of you moved, the distant sounds of the festival seemed impossibly far away now like they belonged to another world.
Nakyoung couldn’t read your expression and that somehow terrified her more than outright rejection.
You were staring at her, completely frozen, eyes wide and lips slightly parted as if your brain had stopped functioning.
Which, admittedly, wasn’t helping.
The silence stretched, one second, two…five…ten, every second felt like an eternity.
Nakyoung’s stomach dropped further and further.
Right, of course, this had been stupid.
She should’ve kept her mouth shut.
She shouldn’t have said anything or gotten upset to begin with, but how could she have possibly just sat there watching Gaeul ask you out?
“I’m sorry.”
The words escaped before she could stop them.
Immediately, your eyebrows shot upward. “What?”
Nakyoung looked away, humiliation crawling beneath her skin, “I shouldn’t have said that.”
“Nakyoung—”
“You can forget it.”
“What why?”
“I mean it.”
“You literally just confessed.”
“Exactly.”
You stared at her though her attention was on the ground as you stared at her some more.
“Nakyoung.”
The warning in your voice made her reluctantly look up, “What?”
For a moment, neither of you had spoken.
Then, you stepped closer to her.
“You absolute idiot.”
Nakyoung blinked, “…What?”
Now she was genuinely confused as she stared at you.
Your face was red, not and embarrassed or awkward shade of red, but the kind of red someone got when they were emotionally overwhelmed.
The kind she’d seen exactly once before when you’d cried after graduating high school.
“Excuse me?”
“You’ve spent months acting weird.”
You took a step closer.
Months?
Nakyoung’s brain snagged on that word.
Months?
“You kept avoiding me.”
Another step.
“You got jealous every time someone talked to me.”
Another.
“You stared whenever you thought I wasn’t looking.”
Nakyoung felt herself growing warmer.
“How do you know that?”
“Because I noticed.”
The answer came immediately, without hesitation and without thought, as if it were obvious.
Your eyes softened and suddenly Nakyoung felt very, very nervous.
“Nakyoung.”
Her name sounded different when you said it, gentle and careful, like you were holding something fragile.
“You really didn’t know?”
“…Know what?”
A laugh escaped you, soft, disbelieving, yet almost fond, and somehow that terrified her even more.
“God.” You shook your head, “You’re impossible.”
Now she was definitely confused.
“Y/N.”
“You really didn’t know.”
“What are you talking about?”
Your eyes met hers, directly.
And for the first time all evening, you smiled, a tiny smile.
The kind that belonged only to her.
The kind she’d been in love with for years.
The kind that always made her feel like she was standing too close to a fire.
“Nakyoung.”
Her heartbeat sped up.
“You’ve been my favorite person since we were thirteen.”
Nakyoung froze.
“You’re the first person I call when something good happens.”
The world narrowed.
“You know everything about me.”
Her throat felt tight.
“You know what coffee I order.”
Everything else disappeared.
“You know what movies make me cry.”
The garden path.
The trees.
The distant festival.
Gone.
Nothing existed except you.
“And every important memory I have somehow includes you.”
Nakyoung’s eyes stung unexpectedly.
Your own were suspiciously bright.
“Do you know how frustrating it’s been?”
“What?”
“I’ve been in love with you for months.”
The words hit like lightning.
For a second she genuinely thought she’d misheard.
Months?
Months.
Months?
“I—”
“You kept smiling at me.”
You pointed accusingly.
“And then acting like it meant nothing.”
Nakyoung’s mouth opened.
Then closed.
Then opened again.
Nothing came out.
You laughed.
A little watery.
A little emotional.
“Amazing.”
“What?”
“We’re both idiots.”
The statement was so objectively true that Nakyoung almost laughed.
Almost.
Instead she stared.
Because there was only one thing her brain could focus on.
One thing repeating over and over.
I’ve been in love with you for months.
You loved her.
You.
Loved.
Her.
The realization left her completely speechless, which was apparently enough to concern you.
“Nakyoung?”
Nothing.
“Nakyoung.”
Still nothing.
“Nakyoung!”
Finally she blinked.
“Oh.”
You stared.
“Oh?”
“Sorry.”
“Sorry?”
“I think my brain stopped working.”
That earned an actual laugh, a real one, the sound immediately eased something inside her chest.
The same way it always had.
Only now? Now everything was different because she knew and you knew.
And neither of you had to hide anymore.
The realization felt strangely overwhelming.
For years, she’d convinced herself this could never happen.
That the best she could hope for was staying by your side.
Being your best friend.
Being enough.
Yet somehow—somehow—you were standing here looking at her like she hung the moon and she didn’t know what to do with that.
“Say something.”
You sounded nervous now.
Which was honestly adorable.
Nakyoung smiled, small at first, then bigger and then impossibly soft, the kind of smile she rarely showed anyone.
The kind reserved for you.
Always you.
“You like me?”
You immediately groaned, “Oh my God.”
“You like me.”
“Kim Nakyoung.”
“You actually like me.”
You slapped a hand over your face, “I take it back.”
Nakyoung laughed, the sound was bright and genuine.
For the first time in days, weeks, months even, she felt light like she could finally breathe.
Then your hand lowered and suddenly both of you were smiling—the same smile, look and feeling.
A decade of friendship lingering beneath it all, comfort, trust and home.
“Nakyoung.”
“Hm?”
You stepped closer, close enough that she could see every detail of your face and close enough that her heart immediately began misbehaving.
“I need you to understand something.”
Her breath caught, “What?”
You smiled, slowly and beautifully, the kind of smile she’d spend the rest of her life remembering.
“If Kim Gaeul had asked me out a hundred times today—”
Nakyoung felt herself tense.
You noticed and your smile widened.
“I still would’ve chosen you.”
Something inside her completely melted.
Gone.
Finished.
No recovery possible.
“You really are cheesy.”
You laughed, “You’re smiling.”
“I am not.”
“You are.”
“I am not.”
“You absolutely are.”
“I am not.”
You reached forward.
And before Nakyoung could react, you took her hand. The contact was simple, innocent and yet somehow it felt monumental because this wasn’t accidental, casual or friendship, not anymore.
For a moment neither of you spoke, just stood there beneath the golden autumn sunlight, hands intertwined and smiling like fools.
And after ten years of friendship, after months of longing and after countless missed opportunities, Kim Nakyoung finally realized something.
Falling in love with her best friend had been terrifying.
But being loved back?
That was the easiest thing in the world.
Behind a nearby hedge, hidden from view, Sohyun lowered her binoculars.
Beside her, Hyungseo sighed.
“They finally did it.”
Lily wiped away an imaginary tear, “I’m so proud.”
Jooyeon nodded solemnly, “It only took forever.”
Kai high-fived Yizhou.
And somewhere in the distance, completely unaware they were being watched by half the people in their lives.
You and Nakyoung remained exactly where you belonged.
Scenario: nobody knows you are in a relationship with an idol until her roommates discover it. (i know that sohyun has a solo room, but for this imagines, sohyun is sharing a dorm with seoah, nien and seoyeon).
"guys remember that i'm out tonight !" says sohyun from the bathroom of her shared dorm, putting on her face the last touch of makeup.
"and where are you going ?" asks seoyeon, leaning against the bathroom door.
"i'm just going out with a friend, nothing else." she simply replies, looking at herself in the mirror while applying her mascara.
her dorm mate hummed in response. "to be honest with you, i'm not convinced by what you said."
"but i'm telling you the truth. we are in day off, i'm allowed to go see a friend that i didn't see in a long time." say sohyun.
"okay, but be careful if you go with your moto."
in fact, sohyun didn't get ready to see a friend, but to see her girlfriend. you met sohyun when you were in high school, and you quickly became friends. and then more than friends. but she has to hide it from her company and her group mates to debut. but every time she has days off, she does all she can to see you, like this night.
sohyun gets out of the bathroom to grab her moto jacket in the entrance of the dorm.
"where are you going ?" asks nien, who was in the living room, helping seoah with her middle school homework.
"i'm going out with a friend. you're going to eat at the restaurant" she replies with a sight, like she's annoyed by the question.
"yeah, but i'm pretty sure she's not seeing a friend. sohyun is too pretty to "just" see a friend!" says seoyeon.
sohyun rolled her eyes "girls please let me go, i'm going to be late" biker. the idol puts her shoes and her moto jacket on, takes her keys and her helmet to go out of the dorm.
sohyun is on her motorcycle, even tho her members and staff don't like it when she rides it. but she thinks it's better and faster than taking public transport or a taxi. on her ride to the restaurant where you are meeting, she's been thinking about you. about all the things she wants to do with you if she wasn't an idol, like holding hands and kissing in public, but it's not possible with her job. but you're okay with that, you know that being an idol was sohyun's biggest dream, and you also know that she doesn't want to ruin her career with a scandal.
you were already in front of the restaurant when you see sohyun arriving on her motorcycle.
"you're so pretty even when we can't see your face" you say, while sohyun turns off her motorcycle. she takes off her black helmet, flips her hair to get them in place.
"even in the dark, when i can barely see you, you're beautiful" she replies while going off her ride to pull you in a hug.
"i've missed you so much" you say, smelling your girlfriend's perfume that you've missed so much.
"let's go inside, i'm craving" sohyun wraps her arm around your shoulder to take you inside the restaurant. you smile at her. seeing the person you love the most after a long time face timing because she didn't have days off, fills your heart with warmness. seeing her smile, feeling her hands around your body can not make you more smiling.
what?" you ask with stars in your eyes.
"you keep smiling since we went into the restaurant, what is it?"
"nothing, i'm just happy to be with you, i missed you so much" you reply, still smiling like a dumb person.
the waiter took you to your reserved table, you sit at it as the waiter gives you the menus.
sohyun and you talked about the things you didn't have time to speak about during your long face time sessions. she talked about the music she wrote and produced for the group, and you talked about your college life, how classes are going and how well you passed your finals.
at the end of the dinner, sohyun insisted on paying, of course, and she also insisted on taking you home. sohyun decided to let her motorcycle at the restaurant parking and walking with you to your apartment.
"i'm so happy for this night" she says, taking your hand in hers. "i think i'm going to see my boss and ask him to have more days off, without telling him why" she chuckles.
"if only you have more days off. you know what? you should ask your boss to have a solo room, you're going to university next year, hun? you should tell him that it would help you to study if you have your own room. like that, you can bring the people you want" you say, shrugging.
sohyun stops, only to look at you, a smile on her face "you know you're the most intelligent person i know, hun?"your girlfriend puts her hand on your waist, and god knows that you love when you do this.
the walk ends when you arrive at your building's door.
"so, thanks for tonight" you say, walking up the few steps that separate the street and the door to the building.
"anything for you" sohyun also walks up the street to stand in front of you. she takes your hands in hers, and looks at you through her sharp and beautiful eyes. you make a step forward and climb on your tippy toes to kiss her cheek, leaving a lipstick stain on it. sohyun doesn't move like she is frozen in place. but when her mind comes back to normal, she leans forward to, slowly and delicately, put her lips on yours. and of course, you kiss her back. it's the first time you ever kissed someone. you can feel the butterflies flying in your stomach and her hands around your neck.
"good night sohyun, i love you, text me when you get to the dorm" you say, walking into the building with a smile, leaving your girlfriend numb.
she stayed for a few minutes in front of the building, tracing her lips with her finger where you kissed her, before making her way to the restaurant parking.
" you're finally back home" says seoyeon like her group mate was gone forever. sohyun puts her helmet in the entrance, before taking her shoes off. "did you have a great dinner with your friend?" says happily nien.
"yeah it was fun. we went to the italian restaurant in gangna-"
"unnie! why do you have lipstick stains all over your cheek and around your lips?" questions seoah, mentioning your lipstick on your girlfriend's face.
"hun?" replies sohyun, confused.
"god i knew it!" says seoyeon, jumping in the air. "she has a girlfriend! she's not a friend!"
