She's Busy
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Request?: Yes @sorasyndrome (i think)
Summary: You're banned from pranking your girlfriend
Pairings: Yoonchae x Fem!Reader
Warnings: Little Angst, Hurt/Comfort
A/N: Today I'm working on my requests since I'm off!
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The prank had sounded funny for exactly twelve seconds.
You had been lying across the couch in your apartment, scrolling through your phone while waiting for rehearsal to end. Yoonchae had texted you every day after practice without fail.
Yoonchae🩷:
You busy? Wanna come over after rehearsal?
A grin spread across your face.
“What if…” you muttered to yourself.
You quickly typed a reply.
You:
She’s busy.
You giggled.
A few seconds later…
Yoonchae🩷:
…Who is this?
You bit your lip, trying not to laugh.
You:
Her boyfriend.
You actually had to bury your face in a pillow to keep yourself from laughing.
Then the typing bubble appeared.
It disappeared.
Appeared again.
Disappeared.
Your smile slowly faded.
Finally—
Yoonchae🩷:
Oh.
Just that.
No question marks.
No angry texts.
No accusations.
Just…
Oh.
Your stomach sank.
You immediately called her.
She declined.
“…Uh oh.”
By the time she answered your third call, she was sitting alone outside the HYBE building. The evening sun painted everything gold, but her expression was anything but warm.
“…Hi.”
“Yoonchae.”
“You can stop pretending now.”
Your heart dropped.
“I-it was a prank.”
Silence.
“I thought it’d be funny.”
More silence.
“…Please say something.”
Finally she sighed.
“I know.”
“…You know?”
“I figured it out after like…two minutes.”
“Then why won’t you talk to me?”
Yoonchae looked away from the camera.
“Because it still hurt.”
You frowned.
“Hurt?”
She nodded slowly.
“I never told you.”
Your joking mood completely vanished.
“My last relationship…”
She rubbed her thumb against her sleeve.
“…I found out she was cheating because someone answered her phone.”
You froze.
“…What?”
“It wasn’t exactly the same.” She laughed weakly. “But…seeing ‘her boyfriend’…”
Her voice cracked.
“…For a second I believed it.”
Your chest tightened painfully.
“I remember just staring at my phone.”
“I couldn’t breathe.”
“I kept wondering what I did wrong.”
“I kept thinking maybe she’d tell me it was a joke.”
She smiled sadly.
“…She never did.”
The silence between you suddenly felt impossibly heavy.
“Oh my God…”
You whispered it more to yourself than to her.
“Yoonchae…”
“I’m so sorry.”
“I genuinely didn’t know.”
“I know you didn’t.”
“But it still brought everything back.”
You felt sick.
“I’ll come over.”
“No.”
“I’m coming.”
“No.”
“…Please.”
She finally smiled a tiny bit.
“You don’t have to fix everything tonight.”
You absolutely disagreed.
The next morning, Yoonchae woke up to a delivery.
A bouquet of white lilies and pink roses.
Attached was a note.
To the prettiest girl in the world.
I love you.
Only you.
Forever you.
- Your idiot girlfriend
She texted you immediately.
Yoonchae🩷:
You’re ridiculous.
You:
Do you forgive me?
Yoonchae🩷:
No.
You:
Fair.
Day Two.
Coffee waiting outside rehearsal exactly how she liked it.
Another note.
Still in love with you.
Day Three.
Her favorite Korean snacks.
A tiny plush capybara she’d pointed at weeks ago.
Another note.
Still choosing you every day.
Day Four.
You showed up after rehearsal carrying absolutely nothing.
Yoonchae tilted her head.
“No gifts today?”
“I figured I’d give your apartment a break.”
She laughed.
Then you knelt dramatically onto one knee in the middle of the parking lot.
“Attention everyone.”
She immediately covered her face.
“Oh no.”
“I would like to formally announce—”
“Don’t.”
“I am hopelessly, disastrously, unbelievably in love with Jeong Yoonchae.”
Several staff members walking past actually clapped.
Yoonchae turned bright red.
“I don’t know her.”
“Yes you do.”
“I’ve never seen this woman before.”
“You kissed me this morning.”
“No evidence.”
You stood up and wrapped your arms around her anyway.
“I love you.”
“…I know.”
“I’ll keep saying it.”
“I know.”
Day Five.
You mailed an apology letter.
To her own apartment.
Despite seeing her in person that same day.
She called you laughing.
“You mailed me?”
“I wanted it to be official.”
“You live fifteen minutes away.”
“I know.”
“…You’re unbelievable.”
Day Six.
You cooked dinner.
Burned the rice.
Nearly set off the smoke alarm.
Yoonchae had laughed so hard she cried.
“You almost killed us.”
“It was made with love.”
“It was made with fire.”
“Mostly love.”
Day Seven.
She came over to your apartment carrying a grocery bag.
You opened the door.
“Hi!”
Before you could finish smiling, she held up a finger.
“No.”
“Huh?”
“No more.”
You blinked.
“No more flowers.”
“No more stuffed animals.”
“No more apology letters.”
“No more handwritten poems.”
“No more surprise desserts.”
“No more giant ‘I LOVE MY GIRLFRIEND’ signs outside rehearsal.”
“…You saw that?”
“Everyone saw that.”
You looked at the floor.
“…Sorry.”
She sighed dramatically before stepping closer.
Then she reached up and cupped your face.
“I forgave you days ago.”
“You…did?”
“Mhm.”
“Then why didn’t you say anything?”
She smiled mischievously.
“I wanted to see how far you’d go.”
You gasped.
“So you pranked me back?”
“I guess.”
“You little—”
Before you could finish, she leaned up and kissed you.
When she pulled away, her forehead rested against yours.
“I know you would never actually cheat on me.”
“I know that.”
“I was just reminded of something that hurt.”
You nodded.
“I understand.”
“And…”
She smiled softly.
“Thank you.”
“For trying so hard.”
“I know every flower…”
She kissed your nose.
“…every gift…”
Another kiss.
“…every embarrassing declaration…”
One more.
“…came from love.”
You wrapped your arms around her waist.
“I’ll spend the rest of my life proving that.”
Yoonchae laughed.
“I know.”
She rested her head against your shoulder, listening to your heartbeat.
“But maybe…”
“…just maybe…”
She looked up with an amused grin.
“…let’s retire pretending you have a boyfriend.”
You groaned.
“Deal.”
“And for the record?”
“Hm?”
“If someone ever answers your phone for you again…”
She reached over and intertwined her fingers with yours.
“…they’d better be telling people you’re already taken by me.”
