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Please come back i love your blog :(

i’m so sorry i cannot fulfill this wish for you :c you’re so sweet though ♥♥!!

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are you taking requests :(

you can always leave your ideas in this box, but sadly i cannot guarantee you when they’ll ever be filled.. ):

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hi! i was just wondering when you're going to update your fic list because omg it's SO GOOD ><

Hey there! Well sadly I've been slacking at writing lately so there aren't really new fics-- there are some I wrote that I haven't posted yet and I'm not sure if anyone would even be interested in them since they feature the least popular ships (as almost everything I write, haha)... So yeah, this answer is probably not really helpful... I'm going to revive this blog once... I promise...

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Is this blog still active?

I wouldn't really say that... we would post a fic or two from time to time but not requests, usually just fics we wrote for our own enjoyment. 

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jikyulsso triangle

Was a special gift for the most kawaii jikyul unnie. ♥

Genre: Romance, AURated: PG-13Pairing: SsoKyul, JiKyul, 2yeonCharacters: Qri, Soyeon, JiyeonLength: Oneshot

She realizes that she’s been staring for too long only when it’s too late to pretend like it never happened; the image of her slim body and soft curves lingers in her mind and she ponders about the way a collection of tiny sweat drops decorate her forehead and neck and how she should find that disgusting, but instead she just can’t seem to figure out how she can look so good even after working out and how she can wear that white, cropped tank top and a pair of shorts in the same color so attractively.The fantasies of hers make her react way too slowly and by the time she wants to turn her head around, Jiyeon’s already noticed. An eyebrow quirks up questioningly and Soyeon swallows the enormous ball of embarrassment that appeared in her throat with great mental pain and she coughs, turning around and scurrying out of the gym so fast that it would ridicule even the most talented runner in the school but knowing the reason, she’s not really proud of this never-seen-before ability.She stops in the door and stands in a position so that Jiyeon would not see her anymore but she would see her; there’s an unsatisfying and irresistible urge to stay just a little bit more and watch her perform just another dance before granting herself with that ridiculous hope of disappearing from this place forever, even though that’s not what she really wants, but we all know – she knows – that her dream of dating or even going on just one date with Park Jiyeon is never going to come true.It’s not like Soyeon wouldn’t be used to that, her dreams being crushed repeatedly. It’s been an essence of her life, really, yet she still holds some hope that once her time comes and she gets freed of that horrible bad luck she’s been accompanied by throughout her life.But Park Jiyeon is probably not going to be the one to break the chain.*Soyeon had problems with self-confidence but her appearance has always been something that never really bothered her. She had pretty, long and thick deep red hair many students were jealous of and a nice skin that was never damned by acnes of any kind. Her body was okay, too; her cup size was bigger than ninety percent of the girls in her class and her legs were those of the perfect honey thighsas people called it.She’s never really understood why Lee Qri was so much more popular and therefore, loved in the school than her. She could see the beauty that she obviously possessed: long, slightly wavy dark copper blond hair (Soyeon knew her secret of using extensions, but she was pretty sure she was the only one), ears that shaped like the elves’ that gave her an extremely cute effect, plump, nicely curved lips, dolleyes, a perfect body with the same quality legs like hers. She had a princess-like aura wherever she went and she was always wearing expensive and fashionable pieces of clothing, always appearing with the newest products of popular designer brands.But she wasn’t the loveliest girl on Earth and she made that pretty clear in front of everyone. She was never afraid of walking over people she didn’t quite fancy or tell her most honest and usually negative opinion to anyone, regardless if they asked or not. All that was flavoured with a huge amount of snobbism and arrogance, and yet, people would’ve died for her.But none of that was what bothered Soyeon so much, but the fact that she was Jiyeon’s best friend. Even worse was that even though Qri has never admitted to having a thing for girls openly – unlike Jiyeon or Soyeon –, if there was one thing Soyeon could be proud of, it was her gay-radar; and that clearly told her that Qri didn’t only like to throw her net at both sides of the river but at Jiyeon, to be exact.And Soyeon could and would never forgive her for having more chance at getting Jiyeon than she ever will.*When she gets sorted in the same group along with Qri and Jiyeon for the biology group project, Soyeon doesn’t know whether to be happy or depressed about it.“Okay, who’s gonna write?” is the first thing that leaves Jiyeon’s lips and it’s nothing special but it still makes Soyeon’s tummy turn upside and her own lips part a little as she takes a deep breath, her eyes slowly darting up at the girl across the table. She tries to maintain her expression and she clears her throat, lightly shrugging her shoulders.“I’ll write,” Qri says almost immediately, flashing a princess-y smile and running her perfectly manicured fingers through her long, fake hair. “I probably have nicer handwriting than both of you.”“Well, nicer than me that’s for sure,” Jiyeon chuckles then looks at Soyeon. “How about you?”“I can show you if you want me to?” the redhead says, hoping that her voice doesn’t crack and thankfully it doesn’t. Jiyeon nods and tears a small piece from the blank paper in front of her before passing it over.“There ya go. Impress me, ladies.”Soyeon feels the burning glance Qri shoots at her and for a second, it’s not about who has better looking handwriting but more about who has more chance with Jiyeon and Soyeon feels, knows that Qri knows they both have gentle feelings for the same girl and that’s the exact moment when the unsaid competition starts between them.“Write down ‘Park Jiyeon is the best’ for me.”Soyeon giggles, coughing and almost choking as she tries to stifle it but she takes a pen and slowly, nicely writes down the sentence, finishing just a second after Qri and then Jiyeon takes the piece to determine the winner.“Sorry Kyul, but Soyeon’s fingers are magnificent. You’ll write,” Jiyeon nods at Soyeon with her head and the redhead’s breath gets caught in her throat but she remembers to breathe before suffocating.She can clearly feel an even more caustic look coming from Qri but the only thought that keeps echoing in her head is that she won.She won the first round, but that wouldn’t mean anything at all.*When Jiyeon announces that something suddenly came up and she’s leaving town for a week between hasty apologizes, Soyeon knows that she’ll be introduced to hell in the next seven days as she has to finish the last bits of the project work with Qri, and Qri only, and she contemplates giving up and asking for an F from the teacher instead of having to face her but she realizes how stupid that would be and especially, how much of a loser that would make her appear to be if she did and shoos that idea away.So they discuss a time in the afternoon when they meet up at Soyeon’s home and she just hopes that Qri won’t burn down the entire house when she steps through the door.Sitting at least two metres away from each other on the floor, they work in almost complete silence, Soyeon glueing the pictures on the huge carton while Qri is searching for more material and picture to print out on Soyeon’s laptop and they don’t talk for almost twenty minutes when Qri suddenly starts laughing.“You can’t be serious.”Soyeon frowns in confusion and quickly rises from her position to take a look at what Qri’s doing and she almost gets a heart attack when she sees how the other’s found her ‘Park Jiyeon’ folder and hurriedly snatches the laptop away from her, cussing at herself mentally for ever thinking it was a good idea to just let Qri use it. Blood spreads around in her cheeks and she makes the folder ‘hidden’ with trembling fingers, not daring to look the other in the eye.“I bet you have one too.”“Excuse me?” Qri blinks and Soyeon finally looks up, wearing an expressionless mask.“I know you’re head over heels for her,” she says, closing her laptop and keeping eye-contact. When Qri first parts her lips, Soyeon expects a witty or rather, bitchy comeback and denying but is actually surprised when she finally replies.“I don’t need a folder on my laptop for that because I can see her more than you ever will and even have actual physical contact with her whenever I want to. Sorry, babe.”Soyeon stares. “So you admit to liking her?”“Why would I deny it? It’s nothing to be ashamed of anyway,” Qri says coldly but she looks down, avoiding her eyes and that makes Soyeon think that maybe, just a little bit, she is ashamed.She’s ashamed because she knows – or at least thinks – that Jiyeon doesn’t return her feelings.And for the first time in her life, she feels sympathy for Lee Qri.*She rolls around in her bed for hours, thinking and worrying about everything but mostly Jiyeon and the accident that happened earlier. She tries not to think of how Qri found that stupid folder and how she’s probably going to tell Jiyeon all about it and that’s just the last thing Soyeon would want. What if Jiyeon freaked out after finding out that she loves her and avoids interacting with her forever? It’s not like they talk so much anyway. Soyeon would probably be astonished if the chances got even lower, down to zero.She worries so much that in the end, she reaches for her phone and sends a quick text to Qri whose number she got just a few hours ago, shamelessly asking her to keep her secret. Even though she thinks that she’s probably already told her and it’s not likely Qri would be up at 2am anyway.She jerks in her bed when the phone unexpectedly buzzes and Soyeon takes a look at the new text message.[ text; from LQ ] Chill. I’m not telling her anything.After a few seconds, Lee Qri successfully puts a smile on Soyeon’s face for the first time in her life.*Next day they go to Qri’s place and Soyeon can’t help but feel embarrassed upon seeing the luxury that is Qri’s house and everything around it and inside it. While walking down the rooms and halls in the building that doesn’t seem to have an end, Soyeon forces herself to stop staring so she wouldn’t feel so jealous and ashamed.Qri’s room is full of pink when she steps in and she’s not surprised by that. It totally feels like a princess’ room with the baldachin bed, vanity desk and all the other luxury goods and the jealousy gnaws on Soyeon’s thoughts continuously no matter how hard she tries to push it away.Soyeon’s gaze soon wanders at a piece of furniture which looks like some kind of beach chair but it has a shape that’s completely new to her: it looks somewhat like a laid hourglass and it’s for two people. Its bright pink and yellow colors are definitely an eye-catcher and all the fluffy pillows thrown over it, all precisely placed make it very inviting and Soyeon bites her bottom lip.“Can I try that out?”Qri turns around to see what Soyeon’s pointing at and she makes a grimace.“Of course not. Do not touch anything or sit on anything but the floor.”“Please,” Soyeon pleads softly and Qri eyes her for a second before she lets out a deep sigh.“Fine. Two minutes. If you damage anything I’ll throw you out of the house.”Soyeon gleams as she plunges forward to lie down on the heaven of pillows and exhales a sigh of pleasure as she experiences how comfortable the sofa – or whatever it really was – is.“Time’s over. Move your ass over here so you could leave soon.”Soyeon sits up and shoots Qri a look.“It hasn’t been two minutes yet. Besides, if you want me to leave that badly, you could just ask. I wouldn’t mind you finishing the project work all by yourself.”“The only problem is that you’re writing, smartass,” Qri rolls her eyes.“You can write, too.”“How about you shut up and just do what I asked you?”Soyeon makes a face and then falls back on the pillows again, ignoring Qri. The blonde growls and stands up before hurrying over to Soyeon and grabbing her by her feet, starting to pull her off the sofa.“Hey!” Soyeon cries out, trying to kick Qri’s hands away but her grip is stronger. “Let go of me!”“Your fault. Should’ve listened to me.”Soyeon hisses and quickly reaches behind her head and grabs a pillow before throwing it right at Qri’s face.The blonde lets go of Soyeon’s ankles and widens her eyes in genuine surprise.“You bitch!” she yells and then takes the pillow to counter-attack but Soyeon dodges and cackles. Qri lets out an unpleased growl and after a few seconds, she falls forward and grabs two pillows, starting to hit Soyeon with both of them and the redhead whimpers, her fingers wrapping around Qri’s wrists and pulling them down on the floor. By the time Qri’s standing, Soyeon has already hit her with another and pillow and they continue fighting until the blonde trips in one of the weapons and collides with Soyeon, causing both of them to fall over.“You dumbass, look what you made out of my room!” Qri practically screams at Soyeon’s face, her nose touching the other’s for a split second before she rolls off of the younger, growling.“You shouldn’t have started to harass me!” Soyeon yells in the same angry voice and sits up too, looking at Qri, who doesn’t answer and they keep staring at each other for so much time it seems like minutes.And then they both burst into a laughter so loud that Qri’s room echoes from the sound.That’s the second time that the reason for Soyeon’s smile is Lee Qri.But that day, she knows, it’s not the last.*It takes her another day to admit that working, and just simply hanging out with Qri is actually not thatbad and another to realize that she’s truly enjoying every second they spend together. They bicker and throw nasty comments at each other most of the time, but Soyeon feels that it’s no longer serious and is just simply a game, a way of entertainment for the two of them, and something sparks inside her everytime she sees not a bitchy, but a genuine, soft smile appear in the corner of Qri’s lips which is rare.But that’s exactly that just gives her more reason to appreciate it.On the fifth day, they go out to get ice cream together and Soyeon sees Qri wearing her hair without extensions for the first time and that shocks her so much that her legs freeze to the ground for at least a minute before Qri starts shaking her by her shoulders.“What the hell is wrong with you? I said, let’s go!”Soyeon blinks. “I was right.”Qri frowns, confused. “What? What the hell are you talking about Soyeon, did you swallow a rat?”“Your hair. You’re wearing extensions.”“Why is that so much of a big deal?” Qri rolls her eyes, pushing Soyeon forward and they finally leave Qri’s garden and head towards the nearest ice cream shop.“You never take them out. You want to make everyone in school believe that your hair is naturally that long and beautiful when in fact, it barely reaches your shoulder and is not even nearly as thick,” Soyeon stops for a moment. “How come then?”“I have no idea what you’re talking about, Park Soyeon, but don’t make me think of you as more stupid than I already do,” Qri murmurs, but her voice is not as strong as usually and she doesn’t look at Soyeon.“How come you allow me see that you’re not perfect?”Qri stops abruptly and Soyeon does the same, and they exchange looks for a while before the blonde turns around and starts walking again.“Because I know you won’t think less of me for it.”*It’s already the sixth day when Soyeon realizes something that makes her a lot more stressed than she’s ever felt.And it’s the fact that when she goes to bed at night, it’s no longer Park Jiyeon who comes to her mind first. It’s not the fantasy of her ripping off the white tank top and shorts of Jiyeon’s perfect body and crashing her lips against hers anymore that she sees when she closes her eyes before sleep.The girl she sees has long, but fake dark copper blond locks and usually wears blouses and skirts and her circle lenses are sometimes so creepy that it’s a torture to look into her eyes, but she’s the one whose picture is printed on the back of Soyeon’s eyelids when she’s dreaming.And she hates to admit that nowadays, the reason for her smiles is always the same person and that she’s helplessly and unexpectedly fallen in love with Lee Qri.*She realizes that she’s been staring for way too long when it’s already too late to pretend it never happened; Qri’s eyebrows are already furrowed and a curious twinkle in her eyes as Soyeon looks away, almost laughing out loud at the ridiculous déjà vu feeling as she tries to erase Qri from her thoughts as if it was possible.“Soyeon, I’m talking to you. Turn your pretty head around and freaking listen to me!”Soyeon snaps her head immediately, her eyes wide. “Pretty?”Qri blinks, looking startled and somewhat embarrassed, a fade blush painting her cheeks. “What? Should I say ugly pig instead?”“Do you think I’m pretty?” Soyeon pushes and Qri looks away, focusing on cutting out the photo way too obviously.“Why, don’t you think you’re pretty?”“Why don’t you want to tell me?”“I’m not used to telling people they’re pretty. They’re usually the one to say the same to me.”“You’re so full of yourself,” Soyeon rolls her eyes and sighs and Qri flashes a smirk.“But you don’t really mind that, do ya, Soyeon?”She doesn’t reply, but she knows Qri’s right.*They’re almost done with the project on the seventh day when Qri gets a call from Jiyeon that she’s coming home tonight and that she wants to come over and see the finished work. There’s a feeling connected to the happy news, disinterested, that’s still brand new to Soyeon and it’s soon replaced by a mix of sadness and fear and she realizes that it’s probably the last day she and Qri can spend together. When Jiyeon comes back, things would go back to the same and Qri would probably pretend that this week never really happened and hide the fact that they got just a little bit close to friends at all and this thought depresses Soyeon so much that she stands up and announces that she’s leaving.“Where are you going? We’re not done yet!”“I’m not feeling too well,” Soyeon says weakly and it’s not a lie and Qri frowns, raising an eyebrow suspiciously.“You just wanna run away from the work, don’t you?”“No. I’m really not well, Qri and I’m leaving regardless your opinion.” Soyeon turns around so Qri wouldn’t see the tears forming in her eyes and she quickly blinks them away. “Sorry you have to finish alone.”Qri makes a tsking sound and sighs. “Alright. Get well soon, Soyeon. And thanks for all your work.”“No problem,” Soyeon breathes before starting to thunder out of the room when Qri suddenly calls her name. She stops but doesn’t turn around.“I’m going to ask Jiyeon out today,” Qri finally says and Soyeon feels a punch in her chest, a literalpunch because the pain is real, it’s so real that her tears immediately escape and Soyeon has to squeeze her lips together real hard to keep herself from crying. She only nods and attempts to leave the room again.“I know you probably hope that she says no,” Qri mumbles softly. “And I’m sorry, but I really love her. If she really does say no, I’m all for giving her to you.”Incapable of words, all Soyeon does is a rapid headshake before disappearing from the room and the house and Qri’s life and running away from everything that hurts.But the pain doesn’t stop and her knees give up when she turns the first corner and she breaks down, letting all her tears come out at once, hating the situation and mostly, hating herself for her bad luck and for falling in love with the wrong person.*Four days pass before Soyeon can no longer make her mother believe she’s sick and she’s forced to go to school and she’s thinking of skipping it but she knows she can’t hide forever. She’s not fond of the assumed sight she’s going to see when she steps into the classroom, the girl she loves tangled with another one she once thought she loved, but the point remains the same.But she knows that she can’t spend her days burying herself in her bed and being depressed forever.She’s just a stupid girl after all.She soon realizes that in fact, no, there’s nothing that she can do to stop the pain of this unrequited love but to wait for it to pass and it takes her too much of self-control to keep herself from tearing up as she sits down by her desk, purposely avoiding Jiyeon sitting in Qri’s lap with her arms around her neck with her eyes as if pretending it’s not there would help at all.She’s not sure whether it’s the fact that Jiyeon said yes or that Qri hasn’t even said ‘hi’ to her ever since then that is worse, but she needs to rush out of the classroom in the middle of biology because she can’t take it anymore.*She wipes the tears with the back of her hand before carefully placing the paper in Qri’s postbox with shaking hands. She takes one last glance at the house she saw from the inside only three times but had managed to change her life forever before turning around and sitting into the car behind her mother, ready to start a new life in a new city and a new school, away from Qri, away from Jiyeon, away from the bad luck and the unrequited love and the pain. She closes her eyes and quickly retells the contents of the letter in her head, not even surprised that she had memorized the words.“Dear Qri,You probably would never expect a letter like this, but I couldn’t leave without telling this to you. You’ll be surprised, but I have to admit that the last day you talked to me – because as you probably know that since I guess you’re doing it on purpose, you haven’t said a word to me since nor looked for me – I was feeling very unwell but it wasn’t because of a sickness. And it wasn’t because of Jiyeon either. And when you told me she was going to ask her out, I wasn’t being jealous of you.I was jealous of her.I know it’s unexpected; it was for me too. And confessing to you will not do me any good now, but I just thought you had to know why I suddenly decided to change schools and spent so much time convincing my parents to move somewhere else. I’m glad I succeeded, and even though I’ll probably be more depressed for a while that I can’t see you anymore, this will be the best for me. And for you too.I’m genuinely glad to see you happy. No matter how much it pains me that you’re with someone else, if you’re happy, I am too. I wish you an even happier life in the future.I love you, fake-haired Lee Qri. And probably will for another while.the ugly pig, Soyeon.”Her tears fall unstoppably as she finishes remembering and she ignores her parents’ worried look and questions and the only thing she thinks of is that if she learns how to smile again, Lee Qri will never be the reason for it.

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I can't believe you're back, I'm so happy <3 <3

Aw, thank you so much! We're not truly back as we're not really doing any requests right now, but hopefull we can change that soon. ;;

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Eunjung x Soyeon AU angst pls? :x

This took me 8 months. Well, awkward... x_x But here it is!

Genre: Romance, AURated: PG-13Pairing: EunSsoCharacters: Soyeon, EunjungLength: Oneshot

“This will be for the best,” are the last words slipping past the lips she’s graced so many times in the past few months before the love of her existence steps out of the room – and with that, her life.

And for the millionth time since their relationship was ruined, she wonders where things went so wrong.

*

She arrives home from work three hours later than she’s supposed to due to some extra errands she had to run (as a newbie, she had to sacrifice a lot of things to keep her job; one crucial one being free time) and she immediately collapses on the couch, head buried in a pillow as she fights the urge to fall asleep right there, right in that second. She gets up, eventually, a deep sigh being the only evidence for her fatigue as she waddles over to the bathroom to wash her face with some cold water (it helps her wake up) and brush her teeth (she probably should stop drinking so much coffee) and she almost trips over a pile of dirty towels lying carelessly on the floor. She picks them up and opens the washing machine to throw them all inside when her eyes catch the glimpse of two syllables she’s been dreading to see if connected in one word and albeit so, she still reaches to pull the towel printed with the name “Soyeon” on it out of the bunch.

(“Eunjung! Jungie~ Yah, where are you? I got you something!”

Eunjung peeked her head from behind the wardrobe she’s been dusting so diligently only to find Soyeon standing in the middle of the room, holding a huge, fade yellow towel in her hand.

“What is that?”

“What do you mean? It’s a towel, dummy,” Soyeon rolled her eyes and approached the other, holding up the textile. “But it’s a special one. It has my name on it. So use this to shower from now on, and it’ll almost feel like you’re rubbing yourself against me,” she giggled and winked, eliciting an eyeroll from Eunjung.

“If a towel could replace you so easily, why would I still be with you?” she said but took the towel nonetheless, only to throw it aside and wrap her arms around Soyeon’s waist, quickly pulling her close.

“True, true. No one can replace me, am I right~~?” Soyeon blinked innocently, sticking out her tongue at her girlfriend who took advantage and pressed her lips against the girl’s hard, but slowly, tasting…)

Eunjung shakes her head, the towel falling out of her hands and she stands up, leaving the bathroom in an instant as memories rush her mind, mercilessly gnawing on her thoughts and nerves and she feels the pain no one ever should; it’s not even physical, but it damn feels like it was and her chest tightens, and with no one there to comfort her and lay her head on the paining spot, it keeps tightening.

Then again, if she was here for her, there wouldn’t be a need for any heartbreak to be healed.

*

Sometimes, it hurts less.

In times like this, when she realizes how wrong their relationship was ever since it started, it’s a little bit easier to accept its end. The twelve years big age-gap, the fact that she’s from a poor family and Soyeon’s not, or how different they’ve always been, all these things should’ve been hints for the two that they should never even think of this whole relationship to begin with.

But that was the point, the main reason that blinded them so they never considered how bad things could turn out to be, it was there and it overpowered every other factors that seemed like pitty-petty details no one should ever care for; the love they felt for each other.

Sometimes, Eunjung wonders if it’s still there, somewhere, hidden behind thousands of kilometers and childish doubts.

*

“What’s up with your ex-girlfriend?” Her friend asks, casually, but Eunjung hears the hesitance in her tone. Her friend knows exactly she doesn’t like talking about Soyeon, so why the hell does she still ask? “You know, the high schooler.”

“I know perfectly who you’re talking about,” Eunjung says, being a little bit harsher on Jiyeon than she meant to. She lets out a shaky breath and runs her fingers through her short, dark brown locks and shrugs. “I don’t know. Haven’t talked to her since.”

“Do you miss her?”

Eunjung looks up, shooting Jiyeon a glance. She wants to say something witty, or sarcastic, or both, something that would mask up how much she actually wishes Soyeon was there to prepare breakfast for her (even though she never succeeded in making anything else but cereal) or make a cup of coffee (her coffee was terrible, but Eunjung couldn’t care less) or as someone to cuddle when insomnia kicks in.

But instead, she just says, “Yes,” and Jiyeon doesn’t ask more.

*

When she glances at the name on the screen of her phone, at first, she doesn’t want to believe it.

So she ignores the call that’s supposed to be from someone who stopped being part of her life two months ago but she regrets as soon as the phone doesn’t ring anymore.

“Way to ruin your one chance, Eunjung,” she murmurs to herself as she stares at the name “Soyeon” under the “missed calls” tab.

*

Two days has passed and she still hasn’t found the courage to call Soyeon back; and she didn’t call again.

Of course she didn’t.

She probably needed just as much of guts to call in the first place, if not more, since she also had to be the first to call; and that was probably even more frightening than making the action itself.

But she loses it that night and she reaches for the phone, dialing without thinking and even though it’s past 2AM, she knows she has to let Soyeon know that at least, she tried.

It’s much to her surprise when the voice she missed so much murmurs a soft, somewhat tired “hello?” after two rings and Eunjung feels like her heart stops for a minute. Her lips part, bottom one trembling, her hands also shaking and she almost drops her phone, but she braces herself. It’s not like there’s anything to lose, is there?

“Soyeon?”

The line goes silent for a while and Eunjung hears nothing but the heavy and rapid thumps of her heart beating and she waits.

“Hi, Eunjung.”

Eunjung lets out the breath she didn’t even realize she was holding and smiles. It’s a genuine one, coming from the bottom of her heart and she has to suppress a chuckle.

“It’s been so long. How have you been doing?”

“Why are you up so late?” Soyeon asks instead of answering and Eunjung’s surprised.

“Could ask the same from you.”

“I wasn’t up until you woke me up.”

Eunjung is ready for an apologize when suddenly, she frowns.

“No, you were awake. You rarely ever wake up to anything, not even your alarm, and you answered my call just after two rings.”

She can’t see it, but she swears that Soyeon smiles on the other side of the line.

“You just know me too well, don’t you?”

And that’s all they need for the words to flow. Eunjung asks about college and Soyeon answers happily and they start talking and suddenly sleeping is forgotten and they talk so much it’s almost half past 4 in the morning when Soyeon calls it a night and although there’s nothing she wants less but to say goodbye, Eunjung agrees and they end the call.

*

They spend most of the following nights the same way and Eunjung almost thinks it feels the same as if Soyeon was right next to her. Of course, she’s in a country on a completely different continent, so it can’t be the same.

But one day, she accidentally lets a quiet “I miss you” fall from her lips and when it’s followed by an “I miss you, too” from the other side of the line, Eunjung becomes the happiest person on Earth.

*

When she finally sets up the last piece of Christmas decoration, she feels both relieved and accomplished.

Christmas had always been something she was waiting for so eagerly; it had been one of her favorite holidays where she would spend most time with her family and friends and eat a lot of delicious dishes, even get presents from people she treasures the most.

Not anymore. This is her first Christmas without Soyeon and she couldn’t feel less motivated for the entire holiday.

She wipes the back of her hand across her forehead to get rid of the imaginary sweatdrops when suddenly, the familiar clicking sound of an opening door and she turns around, wearing a way too obviously confused look on her face.

“Who…”

If there had been any decorations left in her hands, she would’ve probably dropped them on the floor by now.

“Surprise,” Soyeon allows a small, somewhat uncomfortable smile as she stands in the door, a huge suitcase lying next to her.

“What are you doing here?” Eunjung breathes, still completely stunned by the sudden appearance and she’s shaking, she’s shaking so hard she fears that Soyeon will notice.

She has already noticed.

 “I just thought…” Soyeon starts, but it’s obvious that the reason she was about to come up with was no truth so she just shrugs. “I just hope you don’t mind…”

“How could I possibly mind it?” is all she says before Eunjung starts running and Soyeon does the same and they collide in a tight, secure hug, which none of them wants to end and they are out of breath but they don’t let go and Eunjung feels something burning in her eyes before she realizes she’s crying and when the same feeling is sensed at the nape of her neck, she knows Soyeon is crying, too.

“I’m sorry I left so suddenly, leaving you here with doubts,” Soyeon murmurs and pulls away, looking Eunjung in the eye. “It was silly of me, and I would love to blame it on my immaturity but we all know I’ve always been the mature one…”

Eunjung gently slaps Soyeon’s shoulder and they both giggle. “Shut up, Ms. Perfectly Imperfect.”

“I just…” Soyeon licks her bottom lip and Eunjung can’t help but stare. “I have to go back to college in three weeks, but… can we… maybe…”

“Yes,” Eunjung interrupts and shuts the younger up with a kiss. Soyeon kisses back immediately, her arms wrapping around the older before she breaks the moment and nudges her face in the crook of Eunjung’s neck.

“Let’s make it the best three weeks.”

Eunjung smiles lightly and nods, closing her eyes. “Let’s.”

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jireum please? pretty please? c:

Genre: Romance, AURated: PG-13Pairing: JiReumCharacters: (Soyeon), Jiyeon, AreumLength: Oneshot

Hasty fingers work restlessly on the keyboard, every single movement planting whole new sentences on the virtual canvas. The irritating sound of keystrokes blends into the sweet, relaxing melody of Beethoven’s 9th Symphony, creating a somewhat unsettling tone but this is all Park Jiyeon needs to help her concentrate on the article about a new psychological study related to Alzheimer’s that she has to finish by 8pm tonight. Which makes it 4 more hours left for her to be done. In that minute, she’s almost perfectly confident that she is easily going to make it.Finishing another well-written paragraph, she lays her laptop on the bed and gets up to have some well-deserved caffeine, even though she doesn’t really need it. She’s never really had a problem staying up or concentrating, all she needed was some jolly pop or classical music (considering which case it was) and she was way good to go.With a cup of hot, steaming coffee in her hands, Jiyeon wanders to the window to have a look around while taking a break, the wheels of her mind constantly rolling and ticking, never stopping with all the ideas for her article. She’s always knew that journalism was just the perfect job for her; she’s never once had a problem with any article she had to write, no matter what they were about. She loved doing proper research in case the topic was something she was more ignorant about than wise, and her hard work has always been fruitful that kept her going. It took her more than two years to get to where she was now, one of the most treasured journalists of South Korea’s most popular magazine, but she’s always been the kind of person to cherish an enjoyable journey more than the destination itself. And the journey never ends, as there’s always room for improvement, no matter how many words she has written so far that successfully got published.A small smile appears in the corner of her lips as memories of the past rush through her and she scans the neighborhood with her eyes superficially, not being much to discover now that she’s been living in this house for months. But as her gaze averts and fixes on the trashcans positioned right in front of her house, she immediately catches the glimpse of a figure whose owner appears to be a rather young girl with long, half-black half-copper red-ish hair and it takes her no eternity to realize that it’s not an ombre style; the girl must’ve forgotten to re-dye her hair a long time ago that her roots were showing this much, but as soon as her tiny hands (they looked small not only because the girl was quite afar from her, they really were small) reach to open the trash can, Jiyeon immediately recognizes the situation.In the next minute, she’s already outside, the half-empty cup of coffee in her hand as she approaches the homeless girl, but she notices Jiyeon and disappears before she could yell at her to get out. Stopping next to the trash can, she shakes her head disapprovingly before returning back to her house and finishing off her coffee in one big gulp.*It’s two days later until Jiyeon’s article gets accepted and promised to be published in next month’s issue and she leaves the company building with a huge smile plastered on her face. Wrapping her big, dark yellow scarf – the only colorful piece of clothing, all of the other pieces being her favorite color, black – around her neck tightly for protection in this cold weather, she walks down the street where her house is, her thoughts already wandering in places where she tries to guess what topic her next article would be about as well as estimating the number of people who will read her latest piece of work, feeling quite satisfied at the sight of the amount she herself speculated.She’s no further than a few metres away from her house is when she notices a similar figure crouching next to the same trash can as two days ago but this time, Jiyeon tries to keep it quiet, sneaking closer to the girl before she’s just an arm-length away and she reaches out, grabbing the girl’s wrist so tight she can’t tear herself out of the grip.“I thought I didn’t have to tell you last time to let you know that you’re not welcomed to sniff around in my trash,” Jiyeon says with voice as dry as dust and the girl seems genuinely intimated by it.“I’m sorry,” she mumbles so quietly Jiyeon barely hears it. The girl avoids eye-contact and keeps her gaze firmly fixated on the ground.“Do not come back again,” is all Jiyeon says before letting go and by the time she counts to two, the girl’s gone with the wind.*She’s never really been the kind to use public transportation and the fact that when she finally decides to try it out after such a long while and ends up getting on the wrong bus makes Jiyeon’s opinion (“We have legs so we could use them, I sit in the office and at home a lot anyway and it’s not like walking weren’t a lot better for the environment, too!”) harden and she swears never to use buses again. She takes off at a stop that’s at least three times as far from her home than the way she usually takes which wouldn’t be too much of a problem if the weather was good enough not to freeze her ass. She hurries by the houses that appear less modern here than in her neighborhood and she believes that the place she’s at is almost – if not – in the countryside and she suddenly slows her pace so she could take a better look at her surroundings in which she holds great interest (curiosity’s always been one of Jiyeon’s top traits). Apart from one or two, most houses aren’t very nice and Jiyeon believes that the majority of people living here are too poor to afford nicer homes; and looking at the cracked, worn walls that seem so unstable Jiyeon almost fears that they would collapse if she laid her pinky on them.A few minutes later she tears her gaze away from the houses to somewhat ease the bad taste in her mouth the sight caused her.She passes by a smaller area that’s been completely overgrown by quite a big amount of trees, bushes and other plants and she almost doesn’t spare a second to study it better; but right before she would turn her head, she notices a couple of people gathered around some of the bigger trees and her instincts scream at her so stop so she does and immediately she recognizes one of them: the girl who kept digging in her trash the other days.Then she starts noticing the horrible conditions these people are in and there’s a thought flaming up in her mind as well as a spark of guilt that spreads through her rather quickly and she swallows, her eyes still glued on the girl with the scruffy clothes and terribly visible roots and the way she’s so desperately chewing on a tiny bit of dry bread (Jiyeon swears that she saw some green-ish spots on it) before passing it on to a boy who seems to be at least a few years younger. That’s when the girl raises her gaze and spots Jiyeon, fear sitting across her features and before she could tell the girl that she means no harm and even apologize for what she had said and done the other day, the homeless girl crawls behind one of the boys. Jiyeon opens her mouth to speak, but soon realizes that she has no idea what words could flow out that wouldn’t be completely insignificant and unimportant to these people. Obviously, some meaningless talk or a couple of sorries won’t ever help them with their problem and Jiyeon suddenly feels extremely bad and her legs automatically start to move, farther away from the homeless, farther away from a problem she knows she can’t solve, farther away from the guilt and her ego that probably prevented these people from getting just a little bit of more food and chance at survival. Only because she had been way too self-centered and selfish that she made such a big deal of someone searching around in things Jiyeon would never need ever again and yet, she didn’t let them have some of it.She turns around in the next second and starts to run, and she runs all the way home in the false hopes of finding sanctuary at home, in a place those people living on the streets and trying to survive on thrown out, moldy food are never going to live in.*She feels just a little bit awkward as she stands in front of the area the sight of which pains her so much, trembling only slightly from the cold with a pair of paper bags in her hands. Gathering her courage, she takes a deep breath before slowly advancing towards the biggest tree, her eyes searching for someone but finding no one, the dry branches and died off leaves crunching under each of her steps and for a short while, it’s the only sound in the entire neighborhood.“Hey?” she calls out, hoping that it would summon at least one person she could hand the bags to so that she could also disappear right after but no one pops out from behind the trees or the dried, half-bare bushes. She’s thinking of giving up and maybe returning tomorrow but as soon as she turns around, the sound of unsure footsteps from behind hit her ears.“Why are you here?”Jiyeon looks back and she sees a familiar face staring back at her; her expression not unfriendly but careful and she keeps her distance. The girl’s eyes fall on the bags in Jiyeon’s hands and the journalist clear her throat.“I-I came to apologize,” she starts, needing to clear her throat again as her voice cracks. “Also, I brought you and your friends some food and warmer clothes.” She extends her arms, offering her the bags.The girl doesn’t take them and only asks: “Why?”Jiyeon doesn’t know how to answer at first.Why exactly was she doing this?“I feel sorry for you,” she answers honestly, “and also bad for having everything you guys want and even more and the fact that you’ll probably never have half as a good life as I do makes me feel horrible and since I am in the position to help, even if it’s not much, I thought it would be a good idea.”The girl furrows her eyebrows, seemingly hesitant to believe Jiyeon’s words but eventually, she reaches out and takes the bags.“Well, thank you.”“What’s your name?” Jiyeon suddenly asks, biting her lip.The girl takes a few seconds to reply. “Areum.”“A pleasure to meet you, Areum. I’m Jiyeon.”An unexpected, warm feeling spreads in her chest when she sees the girl’s lips twitch into a half-smile. “Nice to meet you too, Jiyeon.”*It’s fascinating how one small moment, gesture of action of your life can change it entirely, turn it totally upside down and Jiyeon only realizes it after the fourth time of visiting Areum and her small group of friends – Soyeon, Yoseob, Seungho and Hwayoung, as she had been later introduced to them – and only after she personally requests her boss to have the chance to write her next article about homeless people. Only, and only then does she recognize how big a part of her life this has become: trying to help a few people who are living under such awful conditions it’s almost no longer human and although she knows that there are at least a thousand (but even more) people like them out there, she feels somewhat accomplished when she looks at these people who she now calls friends and see how happier they are now than they had been when she had first met them.But what’s even more surprising is that of all of them, there’s someone whose happiness has become the source of Jiyeon’s own; one smile, one laughter of Areum is enough to make Jiyeon’s eyes glisten from joy and she strives to achieve it every single day. Her daily goal is no longer to come up with the wittiest sentences or phrases for her articles anymore but to see the corners of this girl’s mouth twist into a smile that’s more beautiful than any other she’s ever seen and sometimes she wonders how a girl like that could possibly end up in such a situation.Sitting on a blanket spread across the ground among the others, Jiyeon watches as Areum tears the paper off the tuna can she brought her, her face lit up by a happy smile (tuna being one of her favorites) and she looks up to meet Jiyeon’s eyes, a grateful expression across her features.“You’re so nice to all of us, Jiyeon. Thank you so much. You know it’s my favorite, right?”“Of course I do,” she answers, her voice warm as her chest from that happy feeling of being here and helping her friends in need and being able to see Areum smile again.*“You sure it’s okay?”Jiyeon turns to look at her, seeing such enthusiasm (although she tried to hide it) in those dark brown, almost dark irises that for a short while she forgets what she wanted to say previously.How could it be not okay when it causes such happiness for you?“Sure. Come,” Jiyeon says simply, offering her hand, fluttering in her stomach (something she’s last experienced years ago but nowadays it’s been always so lovely to keep her company) when Areum takes it and she pulls her on the porch and through the door, letting her enter her little shelter, a place she’s spent so little time at lately.What a funny – and rather sad – joke of life it was that Jiyeon wished to be so much at places Areum and people like her wanted to run away from so desperately; and so little at places they would’ve happily run to but never had the chance.“It’s so spacious! And the colors!”“Areum, it’s called minimalistic style. Almost all my furniture is either black or white.”“Those are colors too!”Jiyeon only chuckles. She follows Areum’s hasty and jiggly movements as she jumps around, waddling from one room to another, plopping down on the couch, complimenting its comfort before rushing off to see something else.She heads to the kitchen to get some coffee (all those damned attempts on trying to stop) when Areum temporarily gives up on exploring.“Are you some kind of writer?” she asks, a pair of curious eyes glued on the screen of Jiyeon’s laptop she carelessly left turned on and tossed in the armchair.“I’m a journalist.”“And you’re writing an article about homeless people?”In the next second, Jiyeon’s already next to her, a tiny stain of spilled coffee on her perfectly white blouse and she slams the laptop closed.“Why can’t I see it?” Areum sounds displeased, the small pout on her lips proving it.Jiyeon bites on the inside of her mouth and wonders herself.“I just don’t want you to think I’m spending so much time with you because I am writing an article about your kind,” the truth slips out and she bites again. Why is she being so paranoid?Areum frowns a little.“I would never. Besides,” she pokes the screen lightly, “it would be worth it.”Jiyeon cocks an eyebrow, confused by her words before she deciphers them and her previous smile re-appears.“Come live with me.”It’s way too late to chew on words because she’s already spat them out but she doesn’t mind them, not even in the slightest, not even when Areum’s eyes go wide, just like those stupid cartoons on tv nowadays but she looks still cute that way and that is what Jiyeon thinks gives her offer a solid base.She thinks Areum’s cute, heck that, beautiful no matter what she does or how dirty her clothes are, how hideous her half-black and half-red hair is and how badly she smells of rain and earth and sweat sometimes, she doesn’t care about any of those things because she loves her, she loves her so much it would break her heart to let her suffer on the streets for any longer.“What?” Areum finally breathes, weakly, hesitantly, her voice barely audible and Jiyeon takes a step closer.“Live with me, Areum,” Jiyeon repeats, her hand reaching out to caress the girl’s pale cheek with her thumb. “You don’t have to live on the streets anymore. You never ever have to freeze out in the cold weather or struggle for days without food. Be with me, Areum.”For a second, she debates whether what she said was an offer of shelter or a desperate cry for her love, but Jiyeon doesn’t believe it matters.*It’s somewhat funny how well normal, clean clothes fit a person who hasn’t seen any of them for months, maybe years.What’s not funny is how breathtakingly beautiful Areum looks in a not too tight, but perfectly fitting crimson dress Jiyeon picked out for her. Areum makes a turn, then another, her eyes studying her reflection in the mirror with child-like curiosity and maybe some self-admiration before facing Jiyeon.“What do you think?”“You look perfect,” Jiyeon says and she means it and she steps closer, her hands on the girl’s cheeks as she presses a loving kiss on her forehead.“I think that was enough shopping for a day,” Areum murmurs, her eyes closed. “Let’s go home.”*Home is not a permanent thing. Some believe it is and maybe the meaning is permanent, but it changes multiple times during the lifetime of one and for some, this change isn’t always a pleasure but the complete opposite, a pinch of horror or even more.But the latest change in Areum’s life is nothing like a horror and her new home is finally no longer another Hell but a new Heaven she doesn’t know too well yet but is willing to find out more about.And as someone lifts up the blanket to wriggle under it, as Areum rolls on her other side to face Jiyeon and snuggle closer for a kiss, she knows that she’s no longer afraid of changes.

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soyeon/qri/eunjung love triangle, end game is either ssokyul or hamkyul

Genre: Romance, AURated: PG-13Pairing: EunSso, SsoKyulCharacters: Qri, Soyeon, EunjungLength: Oneshot

For the hundredth time in the past hour, Soyeon flips her phone case open, just to make sure for the hundredth time that both the place and the time is right and that it’s not her fault that she’s still sitting alone in the park, her girlfriend nowhere to be found. She doesn’t even try calling her anymore; she knows she wouldn’t pick it up anyway just like she hadn’t in the past hour.Did something happen? she wonders for the hundredth time as she stares at the text message Eunjung sent her yesterday, telling Soyeon to meet her tomorrow – aka today – in the park at 2pm; and no, she didn’t remember incorrectly, Eunjung really did say 2pm and today as Soyeon noted it for the hundredth time.So, the question was still standing: where was her girlfriend and why wasn’t she picking up the phone?Soyeon’s patience had a limit and now it was on the way of reaching the threshold of that. As another sigh leaves her lips, she takes a look around the park once again, hoping for a familiar figure to pop up somewhere in her periphery.And it does; but the familiar figure’s owner is not whom she’s waiting for but someone whose name she doesn’t even know, yet it would be a miracle to mistaken those shimmering pastel pink locks (god, how much she hated the color pink and every shade of it) for something else.As the girl turns around, Soyeon allows herself to stare at her for a while, wondering why she’s been still here, almost in the same spot for possibly hours now. She remembers coming here, sitting down on this bench and seeing the pink-haired girl lazying around on the bench across from her and she believes for a second that she’s not the only one having been set up. Of course, there’s no proof at all that the other girl is waiting for somebody just like her; but the assumption makes her heart settle just a tiny bit.“Your staring is quite intimidating, ever heard that before?”“Your sudden appearance is rather intimidating, ever heard that before?” Soyeon reacts to the high-pitched voice seconds before she raises her eyes and meets a pink hell of hair staring into her face and only then does she realize that the hair is complimented by a rather pretty face, something which she had seen quite a lot of times in the past hour and the realization hits her so hard her body jerks – all this happening within the close interval of 3 and 5 seconds.The girl cocks one of her – what a surprise – pink eyebrows.“There was no need to demonstrate that so intensively.”“I just didn’t know it was you,” Soyeon breathes before realizing what she had said, as if she actually knew who this person was.“Me as in?”“The pink-haired girl,” she snaps immediately, her distaste for the said color faintly showing in her tone but the other woman breaks into a laughter that’s so soft and so ladylike that Soyeon is confused for a second whether she’s actually sitting in front of a princess or a civil.“I guess I get that a lot,” the other says, turning around and carefully placing herself down on the bench next to Soyeon, “but my name is Qri.”“Ever thought of shaving that into your hair? Perhaps that would make you not only the pink-haired girl, but the Girl Who Has Her Name Shaved Into Her Pink Hair.”“Very funny, black-haired girl.”Soyeon shrugs her shoulders. “Just thought I’d help with an idea. Name’s Soyeon, by the way.”“Did you get set up?”The sudden question makes Soyeon choke on pure air and Qri happily helps her by slapping her back a few times, but it takes her a rather long minute before she can force out an answer.Yes, I did. My girlfriend said to meet me here more than an hour ago, she’s still not here and she also doesn’t pick up her phone, she thinks bitterly.Instead, she only says, “No. Did you?”The quirked eyebrows betray Qri’s doubts regarding the reliability of Soyeon’s answer but she doesn’t comment on it. She shakes her head. “No, actually, I just broke up with my girlfriend. After getting slapped hard on my face two times, I didn’t want to go home with reddened cheeks so I decided to stroll here for a while.”Soyeon blinks, her eyes subconsciously focusing on Qri’s cheeks to check them for any signs of redness, but the girl looks away and she wonders whether it’s purposeful.“Sorry to hear that,” she says and then something clicks in her. “Wait, girlfriend?”“You heard it right,” Qri nods and Soyeon blinks again, unsure how this girl succeeded in making her confused so many times in less than five minutes.Whether it’s pity or guilt (or the beauty of the pink-haired princess, though Soyeon would never consider that an option), but something makes her let out a sigh and admit it, “Actually yes, I got set up.”“I know,” Qri simply says and it doesn’t even surprise Soyeon anymore. “That’s why I came here to tell you that you should stop waiting and just go home.”“And who are you tell me what I should do?” Soyeon snaps but she regrets it almost immediately.Qri doesn’t even flinch. “It would’ve been just a suggestion. And also, it gave me a way to somehow start a conversation with you.”“And why would you want that?”“I don’t know,” Qri shrugs casually and there’s a look in her eyes Soyeon can’t understand. “How about we go get some coffee and figure out?”And to Soyeon’s huge surprise, she finds herself cracking a smile and nodding.*She still remembers the sweet scent of grapefruit and currant left behind with every step the pink-haired girl took as she fidgets with the lock of her door, struggling to find the hole in the darkness of the night. When she finally opens the door and stumbles into the living room, her rather annoyed girlfriend waiting on the couch doesn’t fail to take notice of the smile playing upon Soyeon’s lips that’s been refusing to disappear even since that coffee date with Qri.“Where were you all evening?!” Eunjung questions right away, her arms crossed over her body.“More like where were you?” Soyeon retorts just as quickly, mimicking the gestures of the other and failing to waste time on getting shocked by the fact that she found Eunjung in her house. “I waited hours for you in the park where we were supposed to meet and not only didn’t you fail to tell this idiot not to wait for you, but you also didn’t pick up your phone!”“I was busy” is all Eunjung can come up with as an excuse, and it throws Soyeon off more than she would’ve expected.“Yeah, busy,” she repeats, taking a few steps closer to her girlfriend. “You’re always busy Eunjung, aren’t you? This wasn’t the first time you set me up. You’ve been being secretive for the past weeks, Eunjung, and I am no longer tolerant of that. What’s going on?”“Nothing, I was just…” Eunjung starts, her lips squeezed together as she seemingly looks for another excuse. “Really, I was just busy. There are some things going on in the company right now.”“And why don’t you ever tell me that? Instead of letting me wait for you all alone, you could send a text or call that ‘hey, today’s not cool, let’s just see each other at your house?’, maybe? Or would that be too much to ask since you’re so busy?”“I did call you,” Eunjung points out. “You didn’t answer.”“You called me four hours after we were supposed to meet!” Soyeon opens her arms, a helpless expression on her face. “Don’t you think that’s a little bit late for a warning that you are too busy to come?”“You know what? I’m sorry, Soyeon,” the younger sighs, reaching out to take her girlfriend’s hands, lacing their fingers and Soyeon lets her do it. She doesn’t speak, but she lets those plump lips of Eunjung’s touch hers although she doesn’t kiss back.And when she closes her eyes, everything suddenly turns into pastel pink.*In the next morning, it’s her shivering that wakes her up. Pulling the perfectly white cotton blanket over her completely naked body and wrapping it around herself, she leaves her still-sleeping girlfriend in the bed and waddles into the kitchen as quietly as possible.“God, where’s the coffee…”Setting up the coffee machine, she walks back to the room to get her phone before returning, her fingers absent-mindedly flipping through her emails and mentions on Twitter, taking some moments to have the courage to open her text messages, Qri’s words from yesterday echoing in her head as she does so. (“Let’s do something different: instead of switching numbers, how about you give me yours and I’ll randomly contact you somehow!”)The last text is the one Eunjung had sent her yesterday, saying to meet in the park at 2pm.Letting out a sigh so soft even she barely hears it, she opens the cupboard to take out her favorite, “Queen of Effing Everything” mug.Before she reaches it, her hand stops in the air midway and she hesitates only a few seconds before grabbing the only pink mug she has.*“Sorry babe, I can’t make it tonight,” rings Eunjung’s voice from the other side of the line and Soyeon stifles a deep sigh that threatens to escape.“I see. Busy again?”“Yeah, something came up at work. I tried dropping the case but no one else wanted to take it. I’ll make it up for you, okay? Come over at 8.”“Sure,” she says but her voice is empty. Eunjung ends the call and the line goes silent.Her girlfriend has set her up, again.Not being able to hold it back anymore, she lets out an exaggerated sigh and hurriedly leaves the restaurant.*She doesn’t know what she’s expecting when she walks through the two oversized squirrel-shaped bushes (the park’s designer sure as hell had a taste), but her eyes scan the area almost immediately, looking for something familiar apart from the precisely placed flower beds all around or the fountain she used to cool off in so many times when she was a kid.But there’s nothing pink popping up in her perspective besides some of the previously mentioned flowers and the high-waisted pencil skirt of a girl walking her Samoyed dog a few metres away from her.She turns around, not even denying the disappointed feeling in her chest when she feels a sudden buzz coming from her bag and she reaches into it maybe a little bit too eagerly.[text; ] Meet me in the cafeteria in 20 minutes?It takes no more than a split second for a smile to replace the saddened expression on her face as she heads towards the place their first date had taken place.*“So, you got set up again? Girl, you must be doing something wrong.”“Shut up,” Soyeon shoots Qri a look, making her snicker.“Thanks god you have someone whose timing is just perfect and is also fun to be around.”“And I’ve always thought it was me who was arrogant.”“Oh, come on,” Qri rolls her eyes, lifting her hand and brushing her thumb quickly along Soyeon’s bottom lip (to wipe off the leftover coffee), “you know it’s true.”A short-breathed “Yeah” is all the black-haired girl can muster as the spot that had met Qri’s fingers starts to burn.*Qri immediately notices Soyeon’s uneasiness as she looks at the time on her phone for the sixth time within the past five minutes.“You’ve got some place you need to be at?”“Yeah, actually,” Soyeon replies, putting her phone away. “My girlfriend promised to prepare me dinner as compensation, but honestly, I’m just tired of her shit.”Soyeon notices the short gasp the other takes and cocks an eyebrow.“So I was right after all.”“About what?” Soyeon blinks and there’s a small smile appearing in the corner of Qri’s lips.“That you have a thing for girls.”And before she realizes, Soyeon mirrors her smile.*It’s way past 10pm when Soyeon crashes into her girlfriend’s house and the look Eunjung wears seems way too familiar.“Where the fuck were you again?!”“With someone,” slips past Soyeon’s lips before she could think it over and she immediately regrets it as she sees Eunjung’s face light up with anger.“Someone?!” she thunders, stepping closer to Soyeon. “Are you cheating on me?”“Would you even care if I were?” Soyeon keeps eye-contact. “Don’t you think that you should stop keeping our relationship on that level where we only spend time together in the evening?”“I’ve told you I’m busy, how many times do I have to repeat myself?”“I don’t believe you, Eunjung.” Soyeon shakes her head. “I called your boss right after you set me up.” It was Qri, actually, but she doesn’t want to throw that into her girlfriend’s face. “He said that you haven’t put your feet into the office for almost a week now.”Eunjung flinches; it lasts only a second, but Soyeon notices it and knows it’s true.“So tell me, Eunjung: what is it exactly that keeps you from spending time with me like normal couples do? Or should I say ‘who’?”Eunjung parts her lips to speak, but no words come out. The apologetic look on her face is more than enough, though, for Soyeon to shake her head.“Goodnight, Eunjung.”She turns around and leaves the house and only then does she allow her tears to escape and roll down her cheeks.Blurred vision, she quickly reaches for her phone and searches for the contact “Pink-Haired Girl” before typing a hurried message.[text; ] Can you meet me at the bench we first talked at in 15 mins?*She spots Qri sitting on that special bench already when she enters the park and the sight of her makes her heart twist a little. It hurts, but only slightly and it’s one of those good kind of pains.“Hey, what’s up?” Qri asks immediately as Soyeon plops down next to her, clearly not in the brightest mood.“Just had a fight with Eunjung. Nothing serious.”“The tears that have already dried on your cheeks tell me otherwise.”Soyeon looks up, her eyes meeting the pair of Qri’s, her now grey-blue-ish circle lenses almost vibrating in the dark.“Would you mind staying with me for a while?”Qri doesn’t make a snarky comment when her voice breaks. She doesn’t tell her how much of a whiny baby she is. She just smiles and nods, and spreads her arms, offering Soyeon the shelter in which she feels safe, happy, and for the first time in a long while, wanted.*When she wakes up, she’s almost blinded by the sudden and overwhelming amount of pink in her vision and she has to keep her eyes closed for another couple of seconds before she can open them again. Sitting up in an oval-shaped bed with dark pink, fluffy blankets and white, even fluffier pillows, she looks around and tries to recall the events of last night.“Good morning, Cinderella,” Qri appears in front of her, handing Soyeon a mug of steaming liquid that smells like coffee.“You mean Sleeping Beauty?” she takes the mug, taking a quick sip and welcoming the warmth spreading through her body.“You need to work a little bit on the ‘beauty’ part to deserve that nickname,” Qri sticks out her tongue and Soyeon snorts, almost choking on her coffee. The other female giggles and sits next to her and suddenly Soyeon realizes that she’s wearing nothing but a rather see-through pastel pink night gown. She swallows hard, but Qri doesn’t seem to notice it, thankfully.“Thanks for letting me stay here.”“No problem at all. But next time, please try not to kick me off the bed.”Soyeon blinks. “We slept in the same bed?”Qri seems confused. “Of course. Do you think I would’ve let you sleep on my couch like in those horrible romance movies?”“In movies, it’s usually the host who sleeps on the couch.”“I’d rather die,” Qri lets out a dramatic sigh. “Does it perhaps bother you?”“Sleeping with you? No, not really,” Soyeon shakes her head then feels a rush of blood in her cheeks. “I didn’t mean it like that. Just, you know… casual sleeping.”“I didn’t think of anything else,” Qri quirks an eyebrow, and Soyeon can see that she’s hiding a smile. “But now that you mention it…”“No, no,” Soyeon quickly interrupts. “I seriously didn’t mean it in a dirty way.”“Too bad, I was getting used to the idea.”Soyeon just blinks and it’s Qri who breaks the silence with a giggle.“Close your mouth, Soyeon, you look strange. If you want me to close it for you, you just have to ask.”Soyeon immediately closes her parted lips and clears her throat, looking away in pure embarrassment. When did Qri become so flirty? It made her slightly uncomfortable, although the reason was unknown to her; was it because she practically still had a girlfriend, or because she actually liked it?If she wanted to be honest, it was probably both.“I should probably go home,” Soyeon speaks as she finishes her coffee and gives the empty mug back to Qri.“Why are you in a hurry?”“I’m…” Soyeon stops, struggling to come up with a proper and believable excuse. “I need to talk to Eunjung.”“Are you going to break up with her?”“Do you want me to?” Soyeon suddenly asks, and she’s just as surprised as Qri.“I mean,” she furrows her eyebrows, “d-do you think I should…”“I do want you to break up with her, yes,” Qri answers Soyeon’s previous question, causing the black-haired girl to flush slightly. “She doesn’t treat you right and based on your words, she’s basically admitted to cheating on you. Why would you be with such a girl?”“I guess you’re right,” Soyeon nods and Qri smiles, standing up.“I’m going to gather your stuff then.”As she turns to leave the room, Soyeon finds herself unable to keep her eyes off of the female’s long, slightly toned legs and she wonders how it would feel to touch them.*The door closes and there’s a very unsettling silence falling on the room, worse than any other silences Soyeon has ever experienced.“I really did love you, Soyeon. And I am sorry.”As Eunjung’s last words echo in her head, she realizes that there’s no sadness in her heart.There’s only relief and something else.Hope.*It’s almost 4 in the morning when Soyeon rolls on her other side for the hundredth time that night and grabs her phone, quickly typing a message to the last contact and also the contact she’s texted the most in the past week.[text; ] I can’t sleep. When I close my eyes, I don’t see black, but pink.A few minutes pass before the familiar buzz comes, signaling an answer.[text; ] Are you implying something there? ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋSoyeon cracks a smile before answering.[text; ] Not that all. It’s not you whose name in my phone is the pink-haired girl after all.[text; ] Wait—is my name in your phone really that? I’m offended, black-haired girl!!![text; ] Do you want me to make it up to you?[text; ] Right now?Soyeon heart skips a beat before she types an answer.[text; ] If you want to.Those few seconds it takes for the reply to arrive seem like an eternity, but when it does, she deems that time worth it.[text; ] Yes, I would love to.*Soyeon is not even surprised to see Qri wearing the same night gown again after opening the door. For a second, her breathing accelerates and she gasps as she steps inside, quickly forcing herself to regain control over her body.But her attempts fail as soon as Qri takes her hand, the softness of her skin becoming the only thing with a purpose in her mind for the next few seconds as she is lead into the bedroom she’s now in for the second time in her life.They both sit down and Soyeon looks around the room, taking some time to scan the surroundings properly this time. She’s actually surprised that although the walls are painted the same pastel pink Qri’s hair is, and pink is still the most dominant color in the room, there are some pieces of furniture that are either white, or purple-ish and Soyeon feels like her entire first impression of this girl has collapsed. Her eyes soon wander on the said girl’s figure, her gaze lingering a little bit too much at the soft curves of her body the night gown has made perfectly visible to public eyes and for a second, Soyeon feels joy to have the honor to see her this way.“So, how exactly are you planning to make it up for me?” Qri asks, interrupting Soyeon staring-session and she’s secretly glad she does so.“What do you want me to do?”“You don’t even have any ideas?!” Qri’s voice go even more high-pitched than it already is. “I’m disappointed, Miss Park.”“You should feel happy I’m keeping you company when you’re unable to sleep.”“Isn’t that you?” Qri cocks an eyebrow. “The one who couldn’t sleep because was missing some pink delight from her life?”Soyeon has to swallow. “You are the one who also replied my text in no less than two minutes.”“True, true…” Qri trails off, her head falling to the side as she curiously eyes Soyeon. “What my reason could be?”“Perhaps you were also missing some color from your life,” Soyeon hums, unconsciously inching closer to the pink-haired girl.“Everyone sees black when they close your eyes, so I don’t think that would be a valid reason for me,” Qri points out, squinting her eyes slightly. “Everyone besides you, of course. What kind a person would see pink when they close their eyes?!”“The kind who misses a pink-haired girl?” Soyeon murmurs softly and Qri smiles.“Is that so?” she says quietly, her hand reaching up to trace along Soyeon’s cheekbones, and the younger girl shivers from the contact.“I’ve always wanted to ask…” Soyeon starts, leaning into the other’s touch and even closer to her. “Why pink?”“It’s a bright, happy color. It’s somehow unique, and it also helps me keep some bits of my childhood and past self. It’s also pretty,” Qri explains, her nose touching Soyeon’s only barely.“Just like you,” she says and Qri chuckles, her eyes closing tightly.Then their lips touch, first just lightly, getting to know each other before pressing against each other hard, engaging in a soft, but passionate kiss that’s sweet like pink cotton candy and mysterious like a black night that frightens and attracts at the same time, the latter gaining dominance soon as they deepen their kiss and their fingers lace into each other. It ends quite quickly, but when it does, both girls are out of breath and it takes a few seconds before one of them can speak.“I wanted to ask you, ‘why black?’,” Qri mutters and Soyeon hums along, pressing her forehead against the other’s. “But I figured it out on my own. Black is the color of the unknown and a mystery that is yet to be solved.”Soyeon hums again, her lips trailing along Qri’s jawline, and the older gasps, her eyes closing.“But most of all, black is the absorption of all colors, including pink. And that’s exactly what happened, Soyeon.”The black-haired girl pulls away slightly, her eyes meeting Qri’s.“There’s no turning back now then, is there?”Qri smiles lightly, her lips pressing a soft kiss on Soyeon’s.“No, there isn’t.”

[tiarascenarios]

soyeon and qri? something au please

Genre: Romance, AURated: PG-13 (very mild M at the end)Pairing: SsoKyulCharacters: Qri, SoyeonLength: Oneshot (it's pretty long... actually...)

Park Soyeon lives for the adventures. She’s not afraid to crawl out of her comfort zone go to extreme extents, trying her limits all the time just to make sure her life wouldn’t be as boring as those of most young adults nowadays. She’s the type to easily remove her USB stick from her computer without selecting the option from the task bar that lets you safely remove it, the one who would bravely run through a road filled with fast cars that could hit her any second without even looking around, the one who would happily try out bungee jumping and jump off the highest cliff available with a wide smile on her face, the one who would stroll in the city full of gangs, murderers and all kinds of criminals all by herself, without having any sort of weapon to defend herself with.Lee Qri is the type of girl who drives in a relaxed pace, the one who would look around at least three times, both to the left and right before she crosses the zebra and the one who would check repeatedly if she locked her door before finally leaving her house. She’s not the one to talk back to others, or to talk in general; she likes to remain hidden in the background and use that as an advantage to observe those surrounding her, collecting every piece of information about the individuals and storing them in her brain precisely in case they would come in handy later. She rarely drinks alcohol and even if she does, she always stops before she would have too much and basically the only extraordinary thing in her life is her job.And being a barista slash dancer teasing the crowd at a bar is far, far more than she would ever agree to do under other circumstances, but life has never been about what people wanted to do but whatever they were supposed to do to make their ends meet. The world’s has long been known to be all about money and Lee Qri didn’t really have a choice either if she didn’t want to end up on the streets – which, obviously, wasn’t on that small virtual list of all the things she wanted to achieve in her life.Park Soyeon’s first impression she makes when she enters the bar she’s been a regular at is that instead of the usual crew of entertainers, there’s one new face she doesn’t remember ever seeing before. She swears that the girl is a new addition to the workers; she would surely never forget those adorable features, her large, beautiful eyes, the apricot pink colored locks that fall over her shoulders in an elegant, princess-y way and that one small cute mole on the tip of her nose as she notices it as soon as she gets closer.Soyeon’s welcomed by the ones she already knows and she greets all of them happily, throwing an arm around one, pecking the cheek of the other, ruffling the hair of another with a huge smile plastered on her face and she sits down on the bar stool. Her friends start talking to her, but she hears none of their words as her attention focuses purely on the new girl standing no more than a meter away from her, her back facing her as she’s busy preparing one of the drinks a rather aged and disgusting man had ordered.“Sso, I asked you something,” one of the baristas pinch her arm and she finally awakens from the distraction and looks at her, flashing an apologetic smile.“Sorry, Hyomin,” she says in a sweet voice and nods towards the new girl with her head. “Fresh meat?”“Ya, she started yesterday,” the girl nods and shoots a smirk. “Interested?”“We could say so,” Soyeon pokes her lips into a pout and pulls one of her favorite rings off her finger to fidget with it, her eyes wandering back on the pink wonder once again. “She got a name?”“Qri, I believe,” Hyomin shrugs lightly, clearly not that hyped up about her – but Soyeon thinks that’s perfectly fine. Dealing with competition has never been exactly a problem for her, but now she feels that it’s better if she has less of them or totally none. “It’s not her real name but I forgot what the real was. She said she’s called like that because she’s ‘Cutie Pretty’,” she snorts and Soyeon’s eyebrow travel high up.“Oh, is that so?” she murmurs absent-mindedly when suddenly, the girl turns around and she has the opportunity to see her gorgeous face again. High cheekbones, somewhat pale skin, perfect eyeliner and a pair of light brown circle lenses – Geo Angel Brown, perhaps, Soyeon takes note mentally. She can’t help but pull off an amused smile at the sight of the small mole and she shoots Hyomin a look. The barista immediately recognizes the sign and rolls her eyes, mouthing a short ‘good luck’ before turning around and subtly taking her leave to leave the two alone.“Hey there,” Soyeon starts and the adorable one lifts her gaze, her eyes pointing at the one calling before she flashes a confused frown.“Me?”“Yes, yes, you,” the red-haired nods repeatedly and gestures with a finger for the other to come closer. “I’d like to order a drink.”“Oh—Oh! Y-yeah, sure, just a minute,” she mumbles and turns around, standing in the same position for a few seconds before she faces Soyeon again. “I’m sorry, what did you say you wanted?”“I didn’t say it,” she grins and presses her lips against each other to keep herself from laughing. The girl’s shyness and slight scatterbrain-ness amuses her, she finds it somewhat cute, especially that small blush that draws itself over her cheeks after Soyeon speaks. “I’d like to have a Margarita. Without sour mix, please.”“Coming up!” the girl bows her head and clears her throat, turning again to start gathering the ingredients while still staying close to Soyeon and the woman fancies that. She slides her arms over the counter and crosses them, her head tilting to the side as she refuses to stop following the girl’s movements with her eyes.“So, what’s your name, new girl?” she asks and the girl looks up, staying silent for a few seconds before she lets out a sheepish laugh, her hands continuing to prepare the cocktail.“Qri. I’m Qri.”“You have a cute name,” Soyeon compliments and she loves when the previous blush returns, making Qri to turn around to hide it. It’s extremely cute, she thinks and she takes the glass with her drink by leaning over the counter (even though she doesn’t need to), only to become so close to Qri that their noses touch; a split second, but it’s enough for the barista to flush once again and lift her hand to uncomfortably comb through her straight locks.“Thank you. My name is Soyeon,” she continues, willing to keep the conversation going even though the other seems sort of reluctant to do so, something which Soyeon debates whether is because of her shyness or the potential dislike towards herself but she decides that the latter one is less rational. Qri’s lips curl into a small smile and she nods and that one smile is more adorable than any other Soyeon has ever seen.She has to get this girl.“Have you already performed?” she suddenly asks and Qri blinks in confusion before she understands the question and lightly shakes her head, twisting a strand of hair around her finger to play with it as she answers.“No, not yet.”“Are you going to tonight?”She just shakes her head again.“Ah, what a shame,” Soyeon says with genuine disappointment as she takes a few sips from her drink. “I really wanted to see you dance.”“I’m dancing tomorrow,” she says out of the blue and it surprises the girl herself just as much as it does Soyeon. Qri clears her throat again and looks away, her cheeks being painted with a dark tint of red again and Soyeon can’t help but let a joyful laughter escape her.“Well, that’s perfect. See you tomorrow, then, Qri-sshi,” Soyeon stands up, shooting a charming smile as she finishes her drink and turns around, leaving the bar without saying any more.*This is all new to Lee Qri.She wonders why this is even happening and where are these feelings coming from, but she can’t deny the growing excitement inside when she thinks of seeing that girl again. Besides that excitement, however, there’s a mild fear building up as well as she starts to panick; what if she messes up her performance? What if the lack of her dancing skills will be displayed so obviously that Soyeon gets completely turned off by it and never returns to the bar ever again?As she realizes the amount of questions akin to these, she shakes her head rapidly. Why does it even matter? It’s not like she would ever have a chance. It’s not like this would be love, and Qri would never start dating with anyone she doesn’t love. Finding someone attracting is not enough and she knows that perfectly, yet her heart keeps pounding faster and heat creeps over her cheeks every time the face of the red-haired appears in her mind. She’s never seen such an endearing and interesting woman before, not that she had seen so many as she rarely met new people, but she knows that Soyeon’s special. In the meaning that there’s just something about her, perhaps the fact she's so outspoken, so brave, everything she's not that Qri finds more magnetic than others, more thrilling, more inviting.Now the only thing she needs to believe in that Soyeon’s reason for flirting her yesterday – it was flirting after all, wasn’t it? – is something that would provoke her to make the first move which could lead to something Qri’s wanted to be part of for so long after so many lonely years.Because, if she doesn’t make the first move, Qri never would.*There’s obviously no reason for Soyeon to having chosen an outfit that’s probably one of her hottest ones and the most reliable when it comes to the need of creating a nice cleavage pleasant to everyone’s eyes. She obviously didn’t spend an hour spraying, combing, curling, straightening and perfecting her hair only because she was in the mood to do so. And she obviously didn’t apply a little bit more make up than usual, but still making sure it would look natural, either.No, the reason obviously wasn’t Lee Qri, not at all.But it’s hard to deny that the first thing her eyes catch upon entering the bar is the figure of the pink-haired girl behind the counter, whose gaze seems to find Soyeon’s almost immediately. The girl looks away, but the short eye-contact makes Soyeon happy as she knows the other’s been waiting for her just as much as she’s been craving to see her again as well. With relaxed steps, she approaches the counter and sits down five stools further away from Qri, her eyes catching the glimpse of the disappointment that flashes upon the barista’s features only for one second as she sees that Soyeon doesn’t settle close to her. The red-haired is barely able to hide her amusement as that reaction is exactly she wanted to get with this small trick to figure out whether the other would approach her first.For a short while, she’s sitting alone on the stool with her phone in her hands, pretending to be completely disinterested in everything around her even though deep inside, she wonders why she hasn’t been found by Qri yet and the lack of her attempts causes a slight disappointment to spark. That is until finally, she sees something pink sneak into her peripheral vision and soon after, the familiar, somewhat high-pitched tone speaks.“I thought you said you wanted to see me dance, didn’t you?” There’s slight resentment in Qri’s voice and it puts a smirk on Soyeon’s face as she looks up from her phone, putting it away slowly.“I did. Are you dancing? It doesn’t seem like that to me.”Qri parts her lips but closes them, biting down the words she was about to say and Soyeon wonders what they could’ve been.“It’s because you’re not paying attention so I wanted to…” she starts again but she realizes that this is perhaps worse than what she originally wanted to say so instead, she just sighs and shakes her head. “Nevermind. Sorry to bother you.”When Qri tries to go away, Soyeon stands up and grabs her wrist, pulling her closer and as both of their bodies lean over the counter, there becomes only a small amount of space between their faces. Soyeon feels the warmth of the other’s breath on her lips and her eyes unconsciously falls on the pair of Qri’s own before the barista clumsily takes a few steps back, looking down, probably to hide the flush Soyeon’s used to seeing now.“You’re not bothering me,” she says, a wide smile growing on her face. “I was just simply curious whether you would interact with me first without me approaching you. It was worth the wait.”Qri lifts her head, a confused frown evident upon her features as she crosses her arms over her chest.“So you just used a trick on me?” Soyeon hears some sort of sharp tone in her voice, but it’s so obviously forced that she has to laugh.“I did. What’cha gonna do about it, princess?”Qri squeezes her lips together, looking busy trying to find a proper comeback but she fails and instead just shrugs her shoulders and when she speaks again, her voice is filled with insecurity. “S-so, would you like to s-see me?”“That’s the main reason I’m here, yes,” Soyeon beams, nodding and Qri does the same. This is the first time the barista’s smile is so happy, so bright, it causes a tingling sensation somewhere in Soyeon’s tummy and she’s amazed how short time it took Qri to induce such feelings. This girl really is something and now that she finally seems to have a hold of her, she’s not willing to let go.One of the dancers, Eunjung jumps off the counter when the songs finishes and as she notices Soyeon, she immediately leans over to pull her into a tight hug. Soyeon, somewhat surprised, but happily laughs, squeezing the friend she hasn’t seen for a few weeks now. Qri stops next to them and Soyeon can see darkness flash in her eyes upon their contact. Would it be possible that she was jealous?“Long time no see gurl,” Eunjung chuckles and cups Soyeon’s face with both of her hands to pull her in for a quick peck on her lips, something that’s been their habit ever since they knew each other and something that makes Qri hold her breath right next to them. Soyeon laughs again, but there’s a new distance she keeps from Eunjung when they pull away and even if the dancer notices, she doesn’t address it.“How does it feel to be back into the groove, Hahm?” Soyeon asks, smiling widely and the other shrugs.“Nice, I guess. Getting paid is always a nice thing, y’know.”“True that, my friend,” Soyeon nods then looks at Qri, whose gaze is firmly fixated on the ground. “Anyway, I gotta go. Need to watch a cutie perform,” she says, pointing at Qri with her head and Eunjung turns, flashing the pink-haired a grin.“Ah, the new girl. Qri, right? Ah, I wish I could’ve been there when you applied, but I guess I’ll just watch you now,” she winked and Qri chuckled awkwardly.“Thank you, Eunjung-sshi. Can’t wait to work with you, your skills are amazing.”“Nah, I just have too much free time, but thanks ya.” She salutes. “Alright then, you two go do your business and I go do mine. See ya later, chicks.”Soyeon waves a hand then looks at Qri, not sure whether she should hope that the jealousy vanishes now or still feel amused by it. She decides not to spare more time to debate on that and when the song starts and Qri hops on the counter, she sits down close to her but not too close so she would have a nice view.It’s a song that starts out slowly at first and Qri’s fingers wrap around the pole placed right next to the counter to climb on it while Soyeon watches her intensively. As soon as she starts moving around the pole, Soyeon feels mesmerized by the sight; Qri’s moves are so powerful and yet elegant, she manages to mix the two and do the choreography perfectly. She swings around the pole so naturally that Soyeon can’t keep her eyes off of her as she twirls, throws a leg in the air then another before making a perfect body wave. Charisma is radiating from all over her and when she locks eyes with Soyeon, there’s fierceness and something else in that look she gives her.By the time the song ends, Soyeon’s lips are slightly parted in amusement and it doesn’t take her too long to join the loud cheer Qri receives after her performance – everyone is more than satisfied with what they had just seen and they all call out the dancer’s name but she listens to only one of them and the fact that it’s her makes Soyeon’s heart flutter in a way she almost believed she would never.When Qri walks out from behind the counter and passes by Soyeon, she doesn’t forget to whisper her number into her ear and Soyeon doesn’t hesitate to quickly type them down before she walks off.*Lee Qri can’t stop staring at her phone.Each time she hears a buzz, each time her ringtone starts playing, she hopes that it’s her.But she hasn’t called yet, and she’s already starting to regret ever giving her the phone number.It was such an uncharacteristic move, to come to think of it. It all started with her performance; when she first stepped on the counter, she didn’t plan on putting so much energy and… what do they call it? Fierceness? Fierceness into her dance. But as soon as she touched the pole and her eyes fell on the girl that kissed the one person Qri liked, something clicked in her brain and things just followed naturally.She surely wasn’t herself in those five minutes and now she wondered if it had been a bad move, if it had been something new Soyeon wasn’t used to see from her, a not-exactly-shy Qri and she could only hope that it didn’t lower her chances. She would’ve never tried to flirt or even interact with any girl she liked ever again if she found out she had murdered the odds herself.When there’s another buzz, Qri shivers and she’s too afraid to look at her phone for a few minutes. She just sits there on her bed and stares at the evil device from afar before she lets out a whine and plunges forward to check the message.When she sees it’s from an unknown number, she breathes heavily before rushing through the message with her eyes.[ text; ] Tonight at 7pm. Come over, let’s have a movie night.She stares at the address given to her and that one letter, an ‘S’ at the end of the message and she feels her heart beating so fast that it’s fearful it ends up jumping out of her chest. Qri suddenly wraps her phone close to herself, her eyes falling shut and a wide smile forming upon her lips.Seems like giving Soyeon her number wasn’t a bad move after all.*It’s the same shyness that surrounds Qri’s entire being that she had seen on the first day she met her when she steps through the door of Soyeon’s apartment. Soyeon watches as the girl lets her eyes scan the area, innocent admiration twinkling in her eyes as she does so and it takes no longer than a minute before Qri puts her feelings into words.“Your place is beautiful. It’s so modern and all, you must be rich.”“Let’s just say I have some money,” Soyeon shrugs, not wanting to talk about her financial state as she’s always considered money to be nothing more but a tool some people took way too seriously. She plops down on the couch in the living room and gestures Qri to do the same who obediently settles down next to Soyeon. She avoids to make an eye-contact, leaning more towards appreciating the place and the nice interior than Soyeon and she doesn’t like that. One of the reasons she invited her here was to break through that shell Qri had built around herself and her boundaries that was her shyness and she wasn’t willing to stay put and wait for it to dissolve by itself.“So, are you here only to stare at my beautiful apartment or because you actually want to hang out with me?” Soyeon asks, somewhat demands and Qri seemingly notices the half-sharp tone.“Sorry,” she murmurs and offers a bright smile. “To hang out, of course.”“Good,” Soyeon mimicks the smile and pats Qri’s thigh lightly. The action makes the other to flush, but it’s not as intense as before anymore. “Do you want me to make us some hot chocolate?”“Hot chocolate sounds nice,” Qri nods and Soyeon stands up, walking over to the kitchen to prepare it. A few seconds later, the pink-haired girl is standing next to her, attentively watching whatever Soyeon’s doing to make the hot chocolate and the other’s smirk obviously tells her that she enjoys the attention.“Are you always so quiet?” Soyeon asks and Qri murmurs something inaudible before clearing her throat.“Y-yes, most of the time. I’m not really interesting so I prefer to stay silent and just keep track of what people around me say or do.”“Nice hobby,” Soyeon nods as she puts the two mugs of milk into the microwave. “That means you always know everything about everyone, don’t you?”“We could say that…” Qri says softly, chewing on her lower lip. “That sounds kind of bad, though. It makes me feel like a stalker.”“Well aren’t you one?” Soyeon laughs and Qri does the same, albeit her tone being somewhat awkward on the contrary to the lightness in Soyeon’s.“Anyway,” Qri furrows her eyebrows, trying to change the topic so they wouldn’t have to talk about her. “What do you do for a living?”“I’m a psychologist,” Soyeon says and the answer catches Qri off guard. It’s unexpected and her feelings are clearly reflected on her face because Soyeon cracks up. “You would’ve never believed it, would ya? But yes, I’m a school psychologist. I’m on a few months break, though, because I’m doing several language courses right now and I can’t keep up with all of them at the same time.”“What languages?” Qri asks curiously, her eyes landing on Soyeon’s slender fingers as she pours the powder of hot chocolate into both of the mugs.“Japanese, Mandarin, German and Icelandic.”“Woah, that’s very impressive. You learn all of these?” Qri blinks and Soyeon nods. “Icelandic?”“I live for Iceland. My favorite country, I hope to visit it sometime.”“That’s a great dream. I’m sure you’ll be able to achieve it.”“You should come with me when I go,” Soyeon looks up, a small smile playing upon her lips. Qri responds with a sheepish smile and looks away.“That would be lovely.”Soyeon hands one of the mugs to Qri and they walk back to the couch, sitting down on it again in silence. Both of the girls remain drinking without saying any word for a while before Qri puts down her mug and lifts her gaze to plant it on Soyeon.“So, you said movie night…” she starts and Soyeon looks up, placing her own mug on the coffee table as well. “What are we planning to watch?”“Whatever you want to watch,” Soyeon replies and she inches closer to Qri. The pink-haired holds her breath but doesn’t pull away and in the next second, she feels the touch of Soyeon’s thumb in the corner of her lips. The small contact causes a heat to rush through her body and Soyeon leans even closer, her finger still lingering on Qri’s lips.Their eyes lock and Qri takes a deep breath, her cheeks burning from the heat as she silently appreciates every small part of Soyeon’s face. Those big, doll-like eyes, the perfect curve of her nose and those thin, bright lips and suddenly, she feels like drowning. When Soyeon leans in, she automatically closes her eyes and the sounds of her rapid heartbeats echoing in her ears, she holds her breath once again as the other replaces her thumb with her own lips.It lasts for one mere second and then Soyeon pulls away, but it’s enough for Qri to completely lose her ability to think rationally and all she does is releasing the breath she was holding and looking at Soyeon who doesn’t look back at her. Qri swallows hard and watches the other as she takes the remote control in her hand and turns on the tv, supposedly starting to look for a channel but Qri doesn’t see any of them all. All she really cares about is Soyeon herself, the girl who managed to create butterflies in her stomach with her mere existence, whom she has this painfully intense craving for, for those lips that touched hers just a minute ago.Before she realizes, she’s already too late to turn back as she crawls closer to Soyeon and wraps one of her arms around her, her lips pressing on the soft skin on her neck. Soyeon turns around with a surprised look, but the feeling is soon replaced by contentment as her lips curve into a smile and she snakes her arms around Qri’s neck.And their lips meet again, this time in a proper kiss, a kiss that’s more passionate than any other they have ever experienced, a kiss that’s filled with all the words they were unable to say before and they don’t want to let go of each other.Soyeon’s hot breath against Qri’s skin feels so nice she breaks their kiss only to feel it again and slides her hand down her lover’s bare back. She looks up to lace her eyes into the pair of the heavily panting Soyeon’s own and she waits for her to stabilize her breathing before she kisses her, softly, sweetly. Soyeon rolls off of Qri and snuggles closer to her, their naked bodies pressing each other on the bed and Qri leans into the other’s embrace, placing her head on her chest while she draws random figures on her lover’s bare stomach.“You’re not that shy after all, aren’t you?” Soyeon suddenly speaks and Qri looks up, an amused grin stretching her lips.“It’s only because I’m with you, my Sso.”“And you should never, ever leave me, my Kyul. Can you promise me?”Qri shifts and brushes her lips softly against Soyeon’s before whispering between them.“I promise.”And from that day, Qri believes that her life would never be that relaxed ever again.

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EunSso?

Genre: RomanceRated: PG-13Pairing: EunSsoCharacters: Soyeon, EunjungLength: Drabble(-ish?)

Perhaps throwing the only thing that could wake Eunjung up against the wall last night as a demonstration of the anger her roommate provoked out of her with her behavior wasn’t a very good idea after all.(“Why am I even making so many efforts on trying to wake you up every single morning so you wouldn’t be late for our schedules and then be scolded or even worse, punished by our boss if you keep staying out until it’s almost morning?” “Me having fun when I have free time has nothing to do with waking up in the morning.”“It fucking does, because if you went to bed earlier and not after two in the morning, you wouldn’t be such a pain in the ass to be woken up four hours later, making me be late for our schedules too.”“Then don’t do it. I never asked for your help.”)As she recalls those words, now she remembers why she smashed the bell against the wall with such intensity and strength that it ended up shattering into small, shimmering pieces of silver-painted ceramic, just like how the bond she and Eunjung once had cracked in that same second. There was no sound, no visible sign of it happening, but both Soyeon and Eunjung was aware it.She planned on just leaving the room without stealing even once glance at the typically sleeping Eunjung, she wanted to deliberately let her sleep until whenever she wished to – or more like, until their manager came and shook her awake – so she would experience what it feels like not having someone to be there for her. So she would end up missing the days Soyeon spent long, long minutes shaking her, stroking her face, murmuring sweet words into her ear or the yells, the annoying ring of the bell that had always seemed to be much more effective. But for some reason, Soyeon makes a quick turn right at the door step so her eyes would land on Eunjung’s relaxed face, her parted lips that look somewhat shiny from the minimal saliva (she can’t help but curve her lips into a small smile upon seeing it, but it fades two seconds ago), a sign showing how deep and calming her sleep has been and she just can’t leave her there to face her upcoming punishment.Because all in all, she believes that their relationship is worth much, much more than a freaking broken bell. And there surely is a reason why she finds Eunjung’s bed empty for so long as she tosses and rolls around in her own place, waiting for the other girl’s return silently and restlessly and full of hope. She bites down the sigh that threatened to escape as she heads towards Eunjung’s bed and lifts the way too oversized and fluffy teddy bear off of her body and puts it aside. She can’t refuse the perusal of the younger girl’s face her eyes make and continue for an entire minute before she can finally reach down to grab Eunjung’s shoulders to shake them violently (knowing well enough not to try the gentle way) and yell some threatening words. Eunjung, as expected, doesn’t even flinch.Soyeon puts her hands on her hips. She stays silent to listen to the non-existent sounds of the other girls – they had probably already left – before she tries again, pinching her cheeks, pulling her ear, trying to tear out those dark brown locks of hers. All to no avail because apart from a sleepy, mindless whine and a short gesture of her hand, Eunjung doesn’t react at all. The main vocalist seriously considers grabbing her and helping her roll off the bed but she fears that Eunjung would get injured too much to actually do it. That thought frightens her somehow. Under other circumstances, she wouldn’t care about such things. What’s the worst that could happen? She gets a bruise on her arm or somewhere else irrelevant. But she is Eunjung. So of course, that it’s different.And there they go again, minutes passing, a mildly aching pair of hands from all the pinching, slapping and shaking and even more aching brain from the frustration building up and Eunjung is still deeply unconscious. Soyeon wonders if maybe, just maybe the girl is doing it on purpose, to test how far the main vocalist would go to wake her up. But the idea dissolves as soon as it is created because Soyeon knows that the situation is way too real and believable (she is Eunjung, after all) to be place for such conspiracies.Soyeon gives up after about seventeen minutes and helplessly plops down on the floor next to Eunjung’s bed. She doesn’t want to look at the clock, she knows that she would be late if she doesn’t start getting ready right now – perhaps she already is – but she refuses to leave without Eunjung. She refuses to leave and let Eunjung get the punishment they will need to face if she doesn’t succeed in less than two minutes alone. And just like that, driven by a dumb and silly idea, Soyeon rises, her arms rested on the bed and she leans in to press her lips against Eunjung’s plump ones. It’s a short kiss, but it’s a firm one and it’s rather like a desperate last attempt than a demonstration of Soyeon’s real feelings so it doesn’t take long until the main vocalist’s cheeks are burning and she crawls further away from the bed in embarrassment.But, there is a slight hint of satisfaction when Eunjung finally opens her eyes.

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like your blog, do you know if there are blogs dedicated to other girl groups?

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As for scenario blogs, I only know of TaeNySic Scenarios. They also list a couple of other similar blogs, and if you search for "scenario" or "scenarios" on Tumblr, you should find some others too! I hope I could help~

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are you guys still updating?>.<

Yes, we haven't given up on this blog yet!!!! We'll return, I can't say exactly when, but we will!!

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Who is your ideal type from t-ara ? Mine is hyomin unnie xD

Ideal type in what way, sweetie? Appearances, personality~?

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Hi! I'm back >< I would like to ask a Jiri scenario dancing at the beach at night at the rythm of any Frank Sinatra slow song, maybe Qri teaching her and Jiyeon nervous but trying to be confident for her <3

Genre: RomanceRated: PG-13Pairing: JiKyulCharacters: Jiyeon, QriLength: Oneshot

    “Now, take off your blindfold.” Qri softly whispered into Jiyeon’s ear as she stood behind her. Qri’s arms lightly draped around Jiyeon’s waist as Jiyeon slowly took off the blue blindfold that wrapped around her head lightly. Taking in the sight around her, her eyes brightened up and she became so flustered she couldn’t speak. A gasp left her lips as she took in her surroundings.

    The water glistened under the moonlight and the faint sound of waves calmed her heart and soul. The candles surrounding the patio with the while sheer clothes hung up above them made her smile. Jiyeon quickly turned around and wrapped her arms around Qri.

    “I love it! I can’t believe you actually did this for me.” Jiyeon giggled and gave Qri a peck on the lips.

    “I’m so glad you like it, Jiyeon. I decorated the whole place and I even helped guide the cooks to make the desert. Come on, let’s eat some cake, shall we?” Qri spoke in a soft yet loving voice, bringing Jiyeon to the clothed table. The place was decorated with soft white cloths to make the scenery more feminine yet romantic. Red roses filled the glass vase in the middle of the table and the background played slow Frank Sinatra music to set the mood. Everything was beautiful and exactly the way Qri had planned it to be.

    As they sat down at the table, Jiyeon excited stared at her girlfriend. It’s only been a few months yet Qri has managed to make her more happy than anything. She still remembered the very night Qri asked her out. It was during movie night and they were cuddling and eating Chinese food. Qri kissed her and confessed to Jiyeon which eventually lead to her asking Jiyeon to be her girlfriend. It was more perfect than ever and Jiyeon wouldn’t want it any other way.

    “I’m still shock that you would do all of this for me, unnie. It’s so.. perfect.” Jiyeon sighed dreamily as she quickly glanced around again.

    “I’ll do anything for you, baby. I want you to be happy.” Qri smiled at Jiyeon as she picked up her fork, picking off a small piece of cake before holding the fork near Jiyeon’s lips. Jiyeon gently ate the cake off the fork.

    “It’s amazing, unnie!” Jiyeon grinned. Qri laughed as she took a bite of the cake herself. It indeed was as good as Jiyeon had mentioned.

    “Oh, we’re going to spend the night here as well. I already told the manager so you don’t have to worry. Tonight is our night.” Qri said as she fed her girlfriend again. She loved to baby Jiyeon even though Jiyeon would become stubborn sometimes and get upset. Even though Jiyeon liked to be spoiled, sometimes she wanted to spoil Qri but Qri was just as stubborn.

    “Qri, thank you for all this. I’m so happy right now.” Jiyeon said as she smiled warmly at Qri. “And you look beautiful tonight.”

    “I can say the same about you, love.” Qri suddenly got up and walked over to her girlfriend, holding her hand out towards Jiyeon.

    “Jiyeon, would you like to dance? This song is the perfect song to dance to. Come on, I won’t bite you.” Qri teased as she looked at Jiyeon with hopeful eyes. Jiyeon hesitated at first but she didn’t want to make her girlfriend upset so she placed her hand into Qri’s. It wasn’t that Jiyeon didn’t want to dance, it was that she never really slow danced with anyone before and she was nervous.

    Qri gently tugged her over to the middle of the patio once again where they stood under the beautiful cream chandelier hanging above their head. Qri offered an assuring smile to Jiyeon as Jiyeon nervously bit her lower lip.

    “Qri— I don’t know how to.. slow dance.” Jiyeon quickly yet quietly admitted. Qri lightly laughed as she stared at her girlfriend in a loving and caring gaze.

    “You’re a great dancer yet you don’t know how to slow dance?” Qri playfully teased as Jiyeon pouted. “Okay, okay, I’m sorry. I won’t tease you anymore.” Qri grinned as she gently brushed a few strands of Jiyeon’s hair behind her ear, cupping her cheeks in both her hands.

    “I’ll teach you.” Qri softly whispered before pressing her lips lightly against Jiyeon’s. Jiyeon blushed, slowly nodding her head.

    “First, let me turn the music louder so we can hear the beat and rhythm of the song better.” The older girl walked over to the music player and turned the volume slightly louder. From that distance, she quickly stole a glance at her beautiful girlfriend.

    Jiyeon was wearing a soft pink dress that wrapped around her body like a snug blanket. Her hair fell down in a straight yet slightly messy way which made Jiyeon look insanely hot and the way she nervously played with her fingers made Qri grin.

    “Unnie, stop staring.. I’m getting shy..” Jiyeon softly whispered as Qri made her way back towards her. Qri took Jiyeon’s hand in hers and smiled at her.

    “Don’t be shy. It’s only me.” Qri whispered back. “Now.. place your arms around my neck but not too tightly or I’ll choke.” Qri continued to tease her maknae as Jiyeon blushed again yet did was Qri instructed her to do. Jiyeon’s arm slowly and carefully draped around Qri’s neck and Qri slipped her arms around her partner’s waist, pulling her slightly closer.

    “Now.. we move.. sway from side to side.. slowly..” Qri nodded slowly as she took the lead first, slowly swaying their body and soon, Jiyeon picked up the same pace and they began to slowly move their body along to the music.

    “Am I.. am I doing it right, unnie?” Jiyeon whispered. All Jiyeon did was follow Qri’s movements yet she felt as though she was getting the hang of it. Her heart and body was still nervous yet somehow, the way Qri gazed and held her made her more confident.

    “You are. I’m so proud of you, baby.” Qri smiled as she brought Jiyeon more closer to her. Jiyeon tightened the grip around Qri as she eventually rested the side of her head against Qri’s shoulder.

    They continued to sway from side to side along with the music. It was calm and warm. The sound of Frank Sinatra’s voice mixed with the soft waves was peaceful and everything just felt right.

    “This song.. is called ‘If I had you’ by Frank Sinatra. It’s about what he would do if he had the girl. Everything he says in this song is exactly what I would do for you.” Qri softly whispered against Jiyeon’s ear. “I could climb the very highest mountain, sail the mighty ocean wide, I could cross the burning deserts, If I had you by my side.. Those are part of the lyrics. The only thing difference is that I already have you.. and I’m so thankful for that.” Qri held Jiyeon closer to her.

    “It’s perfect.. like you.” Jiyeon sighed in content as she stared off into space, lost in the music and the warmth of her girlfriend’s arms.

    Everything was indeed perfect. The setting, the dessert, the song, the weather, the girls. It was the perfect date and the perfect first dance.

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Fluffy eunyeon, with Eunjung finally confessing her feelings...

Not my best but I hope you enjoy. ;;

Genre: Romance/FluffRated: PG-13Pairing: EunYeonCharacters: Jiyeon, EunjungLength: Oneshot

    It was a warm, cozy night. Schedules finished early and the girls were left with a few hours of free time; some caught up with their sleep and some went to do their own things. With not much to do, Jiyeon and Eunjung both decided to go for a walk along the Hans River.

    Although the time was still pretty early, the sky has dimmed and the lights from the buildings reflected off the river. It was quite beautiful, actually. The perfect setting. There wasn’t much people around the river that night- which was good because it meant more privacy and Eunjung wanted just that.

    “Unnie, what are you thinking about?” Jiyeon whispered as they walked along the sidewalk. They stood side by side in a comfortable silence. Sure, maybe Jiyeon was calm but Eunjung was far by calm. Her heartbeat was racing and her mind was clustered; all because tonight was the night. The night that she would finally confess. Of course, confessions were never easy so Eunjung was more nervous than ever.

    “Me? I- uh.. well, the river looks beautiful tonight.” Just like you, Eunjung replied. She smiled at the maknae, taking in how beautiful she was. She watched Jiyeon as her smile shined as bright as the moon and the way her hair bounced off against her face. Eunjung has never seen anyone as beautiful as her.

    “The river?” Jiyeon asked, glancing over at the river. “You’re right. It’s very pretty today! Just like unnie!” She grinned as she took Eunjung’s hand in hers. “Unnie, I want to drink some juice. I’ll go buy some and you wait over there, okay?”

    Before Eunjung could respond, Jiyeon was already on her way towards the little market on the side. She sighed with a smile as she went to sit where Jiyeon appointed. Okay, Eunjung, what are you gonna do? What are you gonna say? Eunjung thought as she nervously played with her fingers. You could just tell her right away when she comes back or maybe just whisper it to her. Maybe you should even kiss her.

    She stopped herself as she could feel her cheeks warming up. She quickly thought about other things since Jiyeon was on her way back already and Eunjung’s face was as red as a tomato.

    “They had my favorite drink! I’m so happy now.” Jiyeon happily said as she sat down next to Eunjung before handing Eunjung the same drink. Glancing down at it, Eunjung smiled and accepted the drink. This was her favorite drink as well and the fact that they both adored it, made her heart skip a beat.

    “This is so relaxing, unnie. I haven’t went on a relaxing walk for a while. My body really needed that.” The maknae spoke before drinking the juice. Eunjung glanced over at her, watching as Jiyeon took sips from the bottle on juice. The way Jiyeon lifted her head towards the bottle and the way Jiyeon’s neck was exposed under the moonlight ever so beautifully only made Eunjung blush once again.

    Eunjung, get a hold of yourself! Right now is not the right time to fantasize about Jiyeon. Make your move! Eunjung thought as she cleared her throat. She couldn’t wait anymore. She needed to say it or she’ll go crazy!

    “Unnie, do you not like your juice?” Jiyeon’s voice suddenly cut in through Eunjung’s train of thoughts, bringing her to the state of confusion.

    “I- of course I like it! It’s my favorite!” Eunjung flashed Jiyeon an assuring smile before taking a few sips herself.

    “Good. I was worried for a bit.” Jiyeon nervously smiled as she let her eyes fall onto her surroundings. It was warm and the grass was green and healthy. The water sparkled and the sounds from the city was faint yet mesmerizing. It was beautiful.

    “Jiyeon?” Eunjung softly whispered as she gathered the courage to face her maknae, staring right at her, only a few inches away.

    “Yeah?” Jiyeon smiled at the sound of her unnie’s voice. It was soft and calm. It made her warm.

    “I have to tell you something..”

    From the soft and gentle tone coming from Eunjung, it slightly worried Jiyeon. So when Jiyeon turned to face Eunjung, which was quicker than expected, her lips accidentally brushed against Eunjung’s. Both their eyes widened in surprise and they have never reacted so fast before.

    Eunjung pulled back as Jiyeon got up, dropping her bottle of juice onto the ground. Awkwardness suddenly filled the air and consumed the comfort from before. Both their hearts were racing and they didn’t know what to say or how to act.

    “Jiyeon-”

    “Eunjung-” They both said at the same time, causing them to become even more flustered.

    “Let me talk first.” This time, it was Eunjung who spoke quicker. She got up from the bench and stood behind Jiyeon. Breathe, she told herself.

    “Jiyeon, I like you. I like you a lot. I like you more than I thought I would and I.. I’m going crazy. I don’t know what to do. When you’re tired, I just want to hold you and make sure you’re okay and when you’re sleepy, I want to hum you a lullaby. When you’re annoyed, I want to take away the problems and when you’re crying, I want to wipe away your tears. Everything you do is beautiful. The way you smile when you see children, the way your eyes light up whenever you see food coming your way. The way you laugh whenever someone makes a funny mistake.. I love it. I love it when you’re happy.. I want to make you happy..” Eunjung quickly blurted out. Oddly, her heart has slightly calmed down and now she was filled with confidence. Sure, any second now Jiyeon could call her a creep and walk away but hey, she finally confessed and that counts for something, right?

    A few more seconds passed by and nothing came from Jiyeon. Eunjung suddenly felt nervous again, afraid to startle the maknae. “Jiyeon?”

    “Unnie… I…” Jiyeon bit on her lower lip, trying to find the words. Without a warning, she quickly whipped around and threw her arms around Eunjung’s frame. They slightly stumbled a bit before finding the right balance.

    “I like you too, unnie. But I was so scared because I thought I was the only one who felt this way! Eunjung, I like you so so much..” Jiyeon whispered nervously as her grip around Eunjung tightened. The thoughts and feelings rushing through Eunjung was out of her control by now. She wrapped her arms around her maknae as well and they shared this heartfelt hug for a while- both too happy to speak.

    “Jiyeon…” Eunjung contently sighed as she kisses her cheek, causing Jiyeon to blush hard. Right now, nothing can tear them apart. Sure, things would be shy and awkward at first since they were new to this but if they tried, everything will be perfect. Even if it wasn’t exactly perfect, as long as they had each other, everything would be okay and that’s all that matters. All because Eunjung finally confessed.