#Yuqi fluff

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☾︎⊹ ࣪ ˖ 𖥔 ❝ I WANNA BE YOURS ❞ 𖥔 ִֶָ 𓂃⊹ ִֶָ

──── [✿︎] 「우기」 ᯾ 𝓜𝖺𝗒𝖻𝖾 𝗂 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗇𝖺 𝖻𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌, 𝓘 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘣𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴. alternatively ➥ 𝓢𝑶𝑵𝑮 𝓨𝑼𝑸𝑰 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖺 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗐𝗈 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖿𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖻𝗒 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝗏𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝘱𝘰𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘪𝘥𝘴.

✦ university!au, fluff, one kiss scene and mention of kisses, ft. shuhua and soyeon, a lot of mentions of arctic monkeys (i fear my love for them showed in this one..) and some of the nbhd, weeknd and chase atlantic, there's a whole section related to art (i fear the artist in me popped off here) and a little one for photography, mostly proofread ୨ৎ photographer!yuqi × artist!reader .𐙚 ݁ ˖ wc! 2.56k ᝰ.ᐟ

˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗ this is the long overdue 3rd bgr record!! this is longer than the rest which I'm proud of, so I hope y'all like this + pls reblog, like and share it helps me out a lot!! also I actually love how this turned out its so warm and cutesy <3 lmk what yall think!! ★: record of anon! 𓂃⋆.˚

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YOU WEREN'T SURE WHEN THINGS CHANGED. one day you decided to have her pose for you as a model for an art project and now you have an extensive collection of her paintings.

she was fun to draw, you strived to capture the sparkle in her eyes and you got better at it each time. you had her image practically carved in your mind. you could easily draw her from your imagination now.

yeh shuhua, a fellow classmate never missed a chance to tease you about it either. she was natural for you to draw, painting her features felt right.

all you needed was your playlist filled with the neighbourhood and the weeknd's songs, your paint, canvas and her to keep you occupied for the day. you didn't get bored of the combination, it was like therapy of sorts.

it cleared your mind of whatever bad events that may have occurred on that day. something about the feeling of brushing paint on the canvas that was calling to be painted by you was almost otherworldly.

it felt like you were transported to another world— an ethereal world of colours, emotions, brush strokes, wild landscapes, music, her and an atmosphere that allowed your brain to unleash its hidden creativity.

song yuqi was your muse.

yuqi loved photography. she loved the fact that she could capture a moment in time to be admired later. she had the ability to have a fragment of what the massive blue earth has to offer, a small section of her life in a polaroid or a picture.

a lot of her life consisted of you. you were her bestfriend for the longest time, you helped her adjust as a transfer student in a different country than china, where she grew up in.

she always admired you for as long as she could remember. she was fascinated by how you chose to help her when nobody came close to her, how you had never ending kindness, how you had such an everlasting passion for art.

you were her muse. she said your beauty deserved to be cherished and photographed. you'd be lying if you said that didn't give you butterflies.

she wanted to merge her favourite proffession and person, photography and you. most of her projects and portfolios had you as the main subject.

it was a win-win situation. you got perfect grades on your projects with her as the subject and she aced hers with pictures she snapped of you.

yuqi was the biggest fan of the arctic monkeys and chase atlantic. she constantly hummed any of their songs when she was taking photos, studying or doing anything.

she had four constants in her life. you, her camera, arctic monkeys and chase atlantic's music were all things that never seemed to fade away in her story.

cue jeon soyeon, one of yuqi's friends. she once asked yuqi when she was planning to ask you out on a date. she was flabbergasted. how in the world would she confess to you?

"i don't know, you're a photographer, you're creative. go use that mind, do something that screams you." soyeon said simply.

"what, why?"

"if y/n likes you for who you are, yay! if she dosent like the proposal you give... she doesn't match your freak. it's simple, yuqi."

so, there sat yuqi in her room surrounded by the many polaroids she'd hung of you, her, you two, sceneries and many more things she found worthy of being captured by her camera.

what's something that screams me? she thought, contemplating a million scenarios as to how this could go. then it was like a light bulb shined above her head when an idea striked.

──────── ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ

you hummed one of your favourite songs, singing the lyrics in your head. your feet followed their usual path down the hallway of tired students who didn't want to be there, one of your hands clutched the strap of your bag.

on a regular basis, you had your headphones glued to your ears, though they broke and were in a repairing shop, which left you on your own against the hell in the name of a university.

your hair was pulled into a ponytail with curtain bangs framing your face, lip gloss and eye bags made from sleepless nights your form of makeup for the day.

you opened your locker, getting caught off guard when you saw a note? on closer inspection, you lifted it in your fingers to get a better look, it was a polaroid.

the polaroid had a picture of one of your paintings. you'd painted a lone boat in the middle of the ocean surrounded by water in all directions. there was a quote written in a way that looked messy and clean at the same time. it read,

at least as deep as the pacific ocean.

you remembered hearing the sentence somewhere, yet you couldn't place your finger as to exactly where. your brows furrowed, wondering who took a picture of your painting and slipped it in your locker with a quote of the pacific ocean.

you placed the polaroid back in your locker in one corner, thinking it was just a silly prank by one of the photography majors. you took the few things you needed and shut the door of the locker.

yuqi jogged in place beside you, giving you a wave and opening her locker which was beside yours. "good morning, qi." you told her about the polaroid on your way to your lecture hall.

she listened intently, her heart beating loudly in her chest at the mention of the polaroid that she slipped in your locker.

on the next day, you found another polaroid in between one of your books.

this time, the polaroid was also one of your paintings that had an anatomically correct heart rendered over the colour blocked shape of a simpler regular heart used in emojis and such with again the same messily clean handwriting,

secrets i have held in my heart, are harder to hide than i thought...

weird, you thought. a prank would've been a one time thing, you weren't expecting to get another picture. did you have a secret admirer? worse, what if you had a stalker??

you voiced your concerns to yuqi, who seemed just as perplexed by the situation as you. except, she wasn't confused or concerned, she was scared. she wasn't stalking you, she was just too shy to confess directly.

"maybe the person doesn't want to face you." yuqi said, but you weren't having it. "why? am i am alien? do i bite??" you rolled your eyes. she gulped in nervousness.

it was the third day, you were half expecting today's polaroid. you hummed mindlessly as you walked in your art studio.

your eyes went to one of your paintings of yuqi with a polaroid taped to it. the warm sunlight filtered it through the large window you had in the studio, bathing your supplies, canvases and floor with warmth.

you walked closer to the canvas, the painting of yuqi was from when you two went to a nearby forest. she was in center, surrounded by trees and foliage, the river shining from the sunlight of the scenery.

you pulled the polaroid to see a picture of you. you tilted your head as a revelation struck your mind. it was from the same day as the painting, you were looking at the scene infront of you, your back facing the camera from which the picture you held was taken.

you held the polaroid next to the painting, spotting similarities. the shining river was there, so were the trees and vegetation. you could faintly make out the outfit you were wearing in the picture and it was eerily similar to the one you wore when you went with yuqi for the painting.

you remembered she took a few pictures of you, however you hadn't seen this one yet. you looked at the quote with the same handwritten as the previous two polaroids, this time reading,

maybe i just wanna be yours, i wanna be yours, i wanna be yours...

it clicked to you as you let out a gasp of realization. this was a song by yuqi's favourite band, the arctic monkeys! you felt the moment replay in your head like it was yesterday,

"what's your favourite song, qi?" you asked as you swung your legs loosely in the air, hands resting on the wooden surface of the bench where you two sat with cherries in between.

she popped a cherry in her mouth, thinking deeply before she looked at you, "i'd say i wanna be yours by arctic monkeys, though i love most of their songs."

you hummed, "what does it sound like?" you took another cherry, chewing delightfully at the taste of the crimson berry. she rummaged in her bag, looking for her earphones.

she pulled them with a grin of victory, eyes sparkling. you couldn't help but to get lost in her glittering eyes and sweet smile, she looked so radiant, so pretty as the sun shone on her skin, almost making it look like there was a halo around her.

she played the song for you. you listened attentively, nodding as the chorus hit. the song sounded so comforting. the instrumental pulled you in, captivating you like you were a moth to a bright light.

it sounded like a warm confession, filled with emotions, each chord making you want to rewind and listen to it again. once it ended, you clapped twice, "your taste isn't so bad."

she giggled with you as if it were only you two, as if the world didn't matter anymore. to her, it really didn't. to you, you weren't sure why it didn't matter to you.

these were the lyrics from that song. this was a polaroid she took. this was a setup she made. you flipped the polaroid over to see another message, if you read this— meet me at the bench.

your brain was minutes away from going haywire. what did this mean? why did she do this? did she mean what she wrote? was she pranking you?

you rushed over to the bench mentioned in the message. the same bench where you two went when you didn't want to stay in class, when you couldn't care less about your uni.

it wasn't far from the university, it was barely a five minute walk. you panted as you neared your destination, the silhouette of her coming into view.

she was completely unaware, she had her earphones in, eyes shut as she listened to her playlist on repeat. you gulped, nerves on fire and heart pounding in your chest, ready to pop out from your rib cage.

you sat down, the creak produced making yuqi's eyes snap open. her eyes widened as she paused her playlist and pulled her earphones out of her ears.

you spared her a little glance, afraid that you'd forget why you were here if you stared at her too long. your eyes caught the tint of pink on her cheeks as she blinked at you.

she knew you read the polaroid, that meant you knew it was her. okay, i really shouldn't have done this on second thought.., she thought as she looked at your figure, still breathing heavily from running.

"you should be glad you're cute and i like you." her brain short circuited as you spoke. "what did you just say?" she asked, blinking dumbly at you.

you sighed, turning to her. "i, l/n y/n— like you, song yuqi." you held her hand, brushing your finger over her knuckles. the fear of rejection wasn't with you at the moment, which made it easier to say the sentence you'd thought of one too many times out loud.

you found her cute, found her little polaroid game just as cute. her mouth was wide open in disbelief, "i'm on the verge of tears right now, if you care."

you couldn't help but to burst out laughing, your contagious string of laughter making her wide open mouth turn into a smile. "i'm crying right now." you said, wiping a tear from your eyes that came because of just how hard you were laughing.

"okay that's enough, can i, you know, do the thing.." she trailed off, slapping your shoulder lightly to get you to stop laughing. you frowned, "you want to fuck right here in the open in front of the poor squirrels?!"

she turned beet red immediately, a gasp leaving her lips, "of course not! i meant kiss! k-i-s-s!" she shoved you while you laughed even harder than before, which you thought was impossible, but it flowed out of you.

your laugh filled your surroundings, bouncing off the trees and bushes. yuqi broke into a series of laughs too, "okay, stop it now!" she exclaimed.

"y/n and yuqi, sitting on a bench made of a tree, k-i-s-s-i-n-g!" you squealed between your loud string of laughter. finally, as your laughing session died down, a soft atmosphere enveloped you two.

she didn't need to ask again, you didn't need to answer, it came naturally. you leaned in, pressing your lips on hers and it was as if fireworks bursted around you.

sparks flew between you too, wind flowed slowly as though time had slowed down and the world shrunk to just you two in your little bubble made of your interlaced heart strings.

she pulled away when the need for oxygen became apparent, "i meant it when i wrote i wanna be yours, you know?" her forehead was connected to yours and her cheeks were bright red.

"since you want me soo bad.. will you be mine? be my girlfriend?" you interlaced your fingers with hers, hoping she didn't hear your heart beat as it raced a mile.

as much as you wanted to tease the heck out of her, you knew you'd be a hypocrite if you did because your cheeks were nothing short of blushing and the tips of your ears held the same colour, if not darker than the pink on your cheeks.

"ofcourse! i made a whole elaborate scheme for it." she chuckled, tightening her hold on your hand. "we would've gotten here even quicker if you'd just confessed."

"well yeah, i could've. but, this was more romantic, right?" she wiggled her brows. you shook your head in disagreement, though the wide grin on your face said otherwise.

you two stayed on the bench. giggling like teenagers, kissing every five seconds, laughing at eachother. the birds chirped as though they were cheering for you, the soft rustling of the trees provided some white noise.

the shade of the tree that protected you two from the sunlight seemed to also pull you two into your own bubble of love. the fresh smell of nature lulled you two into a warmer world where nothing mattered but eachother.

yuqi gave you one of her earphones while she put the other in her own ear. she played the same song that brought you two together. the song that was priorly her favorite, although now, you couldn't thank the arctic monkeys enough for making this song.

her confession method was unique, different; just like her. your love story started because of yuqi's favourite band and her favourite song, i wanna be yours by the arctic monkeys.

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[alcoholfreenayeon]

Hey I was gonna request something for a different idol but I’ve just been seeing clips for the new wife mv by gidle so I wanted to know if u can do another male reader x yuqi smut (or real and gidle member that u like best) where reader is having dance practice with his group (random group that does a mix of different types of music) and he goes to pick her up and goes inside to see her shooting the mv and is enamored by her so they go home and order a pizza but end up having sex before it comes then afterwards just eat and watch tv together thank you

Lucid

CW: Yuqi x m!reader, fluff, smut

A/N: here it is, I know I made you wait a while for this and I’m sorry😭I hope you like it

You enter the studio thinking Yuqi would be done by now but you ended up walking in the middle of the practice. You stop and stay still, not wanting to cause of distraction and watch her and her group gracefully rehearse their moves. It takes a couple of minutes but Yuqi finally notices you, flashing you a smile before her attention goes back to the rehearsal.

You watch, smiling subconsciously as you watch your girlfriend perfectly play out her part every time. She just is that pretty. You can’t help but be lost in her. About 20 minutes later, she’s wrapped up and is ready to go.

“I thought you’d have been done with this..”, you ask.

“Yeah we could have but the director said if we take a bit more time and get the last shots we’d finish all the shooting today and then I can have a day off tomorrow. Unless you don’t me too…”, Yuqi teased grabbing your hand and intertwining her fingers with yours.

“I guess it’s fine in that case”, you chuckle, leading her towards the car. The two of you chattering about your day on your way back.

“Wait…I don’t feel like cooking anything…”, you confess.

“Yeah…me too…”, she agrees, “let’s just order something.”

The rest of the journey is spent on you both trying to decide where to order food from but you both just can’t seem to agree on anything. As you slump down on the sofa, sighing as Yuqi lists off some other place and you say no.

“Well what about pizza then?”, Yuqi says rolling her eyes as she sits next to you, leaning on your shoulder.

“That’s what I asked you first!”, you protest, “and yes I’ll take it.”

She sighs dramatically smiling a little before placing the order, while she chooses what to eat, she lays down, placing her legs on your lap, wiggling her feet a little. Her face is a little red but she tries to hide it with her phone, “mmm…can you…can you massage my feet a little”

“Huh”, you look at her in surprise, grinning, “well if that’s what my Yuqi wants, I’ll do it.”

“Shut up”, she says threateningly but also sounding grateful.

A couple minutes later she puts her phone down and gently pulls her feet away from you, lifting her hands signaling you to come closer.

“What”, you ask smiling as you play with her hair.

“Thanks for that..”, she says nonchalantly.

“For what”, you smirk.

“I’ll beat you”, she warns, “I was going to give you a kiss as a thanks but now I don’t know….”

You chuckle and kiss her forehead, “that’s good enough for me”

She sighs smiling and gives in, kissing you, running her hands through your hair softly. She pulls back, looking at you greedily, “do you want to….”, she suggests…

“Well considering the pizza will take 20 minutes atleast….”, you grin.

“Oh 20 minutes? You want to go for several rounds then?”, Yuqi giggles and teases you, wrapping her arms around your neck.

“Shut up”, you say with a chuckle as you begin caressing her. Soon enough you both are kissing again lovingly but urgently. The touches grow more and more daring and soon enough you both are engaged in an intense make out session while wrestling out of your clothes at the same time. Pausing for a couple of seconds Yuqi just looks at you, breathing heavily with her hands holding your face before you dive right back in. You enter her slowly, sighing while Yuqi softly gasps. You give her a few seconds to get used to you before you start to thrust slowly but deeply. Yuqi is barely returning your kisses now, her eyes unfocused as she revels in your thrusts, gasping and moaning as you move. It’s hard for you to not cum immediately given how Yuqi makes you feel, given how tight she is but you manage to hold on.

Soon enough, her eyes roll and she begins to cum causing her walls to tighten which brings you close to your rapidly approaching orgasm too. A few moments later you can’t help but finish too. Hilting yourself deep in her, you spill your load all over her insides, sighing as you reach your high.

The two of you are content now, enjoying each other’s warmth and weight, giving slow kisses when the doorbell interrupts. You sigh and lazily pick yourself off of her, looking at the floor to see where you threw your clothes, hastily putting on your shorts and shirt before you open the door to get the food. By the time you return to the sofa, Yuqi had gone and grabbed one of your shirts and gotten a blanket from the bedroom.

“Let’s just eat here while watching something”, she suggested and you shrugged as you put down the pizza on the table. Grabbing a slice for her and one for you, you sit next to her again and she throws the blanket over you and takes the slice, leaning into you. You both end up watching one of Yuqi’s favorite Kdrama’s, getting engrossed in the storyline soon…

[ateezyuri]

is it over now? [may 2020]

summary — after months apart, yuri and yuqi finally reunite. but it doesn’t end in the way they hope.

warnings — mentions of depressive episode, argument

tags — @chaerincore @atzaria @ateezjuliet @m00niesk7 @btsnvra @softieteez @shinyddeonghwa @girlzwfun @still-astray @txt-yaomi @billboard-singer @newjeansmax [send an ask to be included or removed]

notes — this seem familiar? cuz it is. my 2024 twist on love of my life 🥰

Yuri sighed, curling deeper into her bed, sinking further into the soft mattress below her. She had woken up not too long ago, but she couldn’t find it within herself to roll out of bed just yet. She found it frustrating that she couldn’t find any motivation for anything, because she had so much she wanted to do and so much she had in mind, but all of the tasks just seemed overwhelming, and Yuri kept pushing everything back, telling herself that she could do it later, just not now.

She had tried her best not to beat herself up about everything that she couldn’t get done, but it was a learning process. She still felt guilty, no matter the reassurances she got from her therapist and her members.

It wasn’t until her door had creaked open that Yuri had looked away from the corner of the room she had been staring at, turning around to see a smiling Jiwoo at the door. Jiwoo was her personal manager, and she had always made Yuri feel less alone. She had been staying in the apartment with her during her hiatus, and Yuri had been thankful that she wasn’t completely by herself, even if that’s what she said she wanted.

“I’m going to the store, will you be okay by yourself?” Jiwoo questioned, entering the room and gently stroking Yuri’s hair, smiling when the girl nodded in confirmation. “Call me if you need anything.”

“Okay, I will.” Yuri smiled, waving goodbye to Jiwoo as she left the room, turning back to her previous spot in her bed after she had left. Yuri had reached for her phone, smiling when she had seen a few text messages from her members.

[hwa] good morning love bug, text me when you see this <3 we can call later if you want! i’m free whenever :)

[minki🥰] san had tried to steal a few of your plushies, but don’t worry i hid them all in my room!

[ jjongie] *song link*

Yuri hummed, replying to all three of the boys a simple thank you, turning off her phone after the text messages had been sent.

Although she didn’t reply as often as she used to, the boys had still texted her throughout the week whenever they could, something that Yuri had looked forward to, even if she didn’t have the energy to talk to them. And the boys had always understood, they never held it against her, which touched Yuri to no end.

Yuri played the song that Jongho had recommended to her in the background softly, curling back into her bed and pulling the blankets closer, slowly trailing off into a slumber.

“Yuri, someone is here to see you.” Jiwoo’s soft voice caused Yuri to awaken, slowly opening her eyes and squinting over at Jiwoo, widening her eyes once they had adjusted. Who would it be? If it was one of the members she would have just let them in….

“It’s Yuqi...I can ask her to come another time if you want?” Jiwoo added, seeming to read Yuri’s confused expression. Jiwoo didn’t know that Yuri and Yuqi had dated, but she figured that something had happened between them, since Yuri had never mentioned her anymore.

“No...it’s okay. Tell her I’ll be there in a few minutes.” Yuri whispered, shock still going through her veins, and she swore she had never gotten out of bed faster, she probably had gotten ready in record time as well.

She didn’t change out of her sweatpants and oversized hoodie, but she had taken care of her hygiene, she didn’t really mind on how she looked at the moment, because Yuqi had seen her bare-faced and with heavier eye-bags before.

She slightly hesitated before grabbing the door’s handle, cringing at the slight squeal the door made, biting her lip to hold back the smile when Yuqi’s face was revealed.

Yuqi and her hadn’t seen each other since February, and no matter how many times Yuri had sworn she was over Yuqi, all of the butterflies and love that she had for Yuqi came rushing back when she saw the small smile that Yuqi had adored on her face.

“Is it alright if we go into your room?” Yuqi quietly mumbled, smiling when Yuri had nodded and let the girl in, and guided her into her bedroom.

“Sorry, it’s a bit of a mess.” Yuri chuckled sheepishly, moving the piles of the clothes that were littered around her floor to a single corner in her room, gently smiling at Yuqi once she had finished.

“I’m sure my room is messier.” Yuqi nervously laughed, hesitantly sitting on the edge of the bed, smiling when Yuri joined her.

“You are probably wondering why I’m here…” Yuqi mumbled, looking over at Yuri and quickly looking away when they had made eye contact.

“I well...I want to tell you something.” Yuqi whispered, and Yuri had barely heard her, but she still nodded nevertheless, urging the girl to continue.

A pit of nervousness had begun to form in Yuri’s stomach, the uncertainty of what Yuqi was about to say had made her head spin. She had definitely not expected the next words to flow out of Yuqi’s mouth.

“I’m in love with you.” Yuqi uttered out in a rush, and Yuri had quickly raised her eyebrows, Yuqi...loved her? Yuri could feel excitement bubbling in her stomach, she had craved to hear those three words from her previous lover for so long, but the longer she stared at Yuqi, the heavier her chest felt - her heart remembering all of the pain from the night she kissed the girl of her dreams goodbye.

This was what she wanted, right? So why isn’t she happy hearing this?

Yuri watched Yuqi’s face slowly drop from her reaction - which was clearly not the one she anticipated, and Yuri wanted nothing more than to reach out, to feel the smooth lines on the girl’s palm, to embrace her into her arms, but she couldn’t bring herself to do it. The air was too stiff, too tense to allow for Yuri to move any muscles in her body.

“After you said ‘I love you’ when we broke up...I can’t stop thinking about it. That had been the first time you said it. And it could have been the last. But I don’t want it to be the last, I'm not ready to give you up.” Yuqi whispered, tears starting to pool in her eyes. The hurt im Yuri’s chest started to turn into anger, seeing the girl who broke her heart, begging to be let back in. How could Yuqi, show up out of the blue, after months of no contact? Claiming she was in love?

“You hurt me.” Yuri whispered, looking down at her hands, the sight of Yuqi crying infront of her becoming unbearable. Even if she was angry, she still cared. She couldn’t let her weakness betray her, and allow her to take Yuqi back without a thought, because that would only end up with her heart broken again.

“You broke your promise.” Yuri continued, after a moment of silence. “You told me you wouldn’t let anything get in the way of us, but as soon as thing started getting scary, you left me.” Yuri couldn’t help it, she knew that she was being irrational, that Yuqi was hurting too, but she couldn’t swallow everything that happened and pretend it was fine, because it was very far from fine.

“I had to, Yuri! Don’t you understand? We- I could have lost my job!” Yuqi exclaimed, frowning when Yuri only shook her head and scoffed. “What, do you not care if I got kicked out of my group?”

“I care just as much as you care for my well-being, Yuqi.” Yuri said, and as soon as she said it, she wished she could take it back. She knew it was harsh - but she couldn’t stop herself. “I texted you, every single night, begging for you to just send me something, anything. You told me that I could call you when I felt like everything was falling apart. You told me you would be there for me - but were you?” Yuri asked, nodding when Yuqi slowly shook her head, too stunned to speak.

“I love you Yuqi, and I want to be with you, but it hurts to be with someone who breaks their promises.” Yuri finally said. Yuri had thought this for a long, long, time - but she never could bring herself to say it, fearing that Yuqi wouldn’t haven’t wanted to talk it out. Now that she told Yuqi how she hurt her - it felt like weight was leaving Yuri’s chest. Like she could breath again.

“What did you want me to do? Tell my company I was in love with you? Drop everything just to be with you?”

“I wanted you to fight for me, for us. That’s what I would have done. I would have found a way for it work. I always put you first, whenever you needed me, I was there. But you never put me first, Yuqi. I’m not telling you to quit your job - i’m asking you to at least to pretend you care about me.” Yuri pleaded, tears finally escaping her eyes. She couldn’t let Yuqi walk all over her anymore, she needed to stand her ground. Even if that meant loosing her.

“I do care about you! I’m here, aren’t I?” Yuri couldn’t believe the ignorance of the girl she though so much of - is this how she really thought? Did she really think this small amount of care was enough? Yuri felt completely blindsided. She felt this feeling before, many times, but with other people. She never expected Yuqi to make her feel this way, which only added to the pain.

“After three months! After three months of avoiding me! Am I too much of a burden?” Yuri asked, a sob escaping her lips when Yuqi didn’t say anything - confirming her worst nightmare. Fear of being a burden was the reason why it was so hard for her to open up for Yuri. She could feel her chest begin to close in on herself again, the reality of the situation starting to come clear to her.

The girls didn’t say anything for awhile, letting the bitter silence overtake them while Yuri cried. She couldn’t believe it. Yuqi’s true colors were finally starting to show - and every word that Yuqi spoke was like a knife piercing through her heart, and to make it worse, it didn’t even seem like the girl cared.

“You don’t love me. You can’t love me.” Yuri finally breathed out, breathing in sharply before continuing. “You don’t know how to love someone like me. And i’m not going to sit here and watch you force yourself to love me.” She finally looked up, sighing when she saw Yuqi’s puffy eyes, her lip quivering.

“Is it over?” Yuqi asked, but she didn’t need an answer. She already knew. Without a word, without a goodbye, or a hug, she left. Again. She left Yuri all alone, crying and distraught.

When she heard the front door shut, she let all of her locks on her emotions free, allowing herself to sink to the floor, freeing all of the tears and all of the sobs - letting out all of the heart wrenching screams her throat trapped inside her for so long until it went dry. She let everything go, until two pairs of strong arms lifted her up from the floor, rocking her back and forth until her breathing slowed down.

Yuri didn’t have to even look up to know who it was, there was only one person who Jiwoo would call when Yuri started loosing control of everything - Mingi. The boy who knew Yuri like no other.

“What did I do Mingi? What did I do to be so unloveable?” Yuri asked in between her sobbing fits, her entire body shaking as more tears rolled down her cheeks.

“You didn’t do a thing to deserve this. You are loveable, Yuri. I love you - she just wasn’t the right person. And that’s not your fault.” Mingi whispered, frowning when his words made Yuri cry harder.

“I wanted her to be the right person. I don’t think I can ever stop loving her.” Yuri didn’t think that any of this pain would go away. How could it? How could any of it go away, when Yuqi was the only person Yuri ever dreamed of loving for the rest of her life? How could she just move on?

Mingi didn’t say anything, knowing that Yuri needed this silence to gather herself, gently running his fingers through her hair until she fell asleep. Mingi lifted the girl up, wincing when she felt lighter than normal, placing both her and himself in her bed, throwing the covers over the both of them. Mingi sighed as he looked over at his best friend, who was in so much pain to begin with - and now has an added heartbreak into the mix.

“You never deserved any of this,” Mingi whispered into the cold air, pulling Yuri closer to him and closed his eyes, wishing to the stars above him that Yuri would be able to heal all of her wounds before he fell asleep.

Maybe this time - the universe would be on her side. Yuri would later find out that closing the door on Yuqi, would open so many other precious doors.

[k-hyunjae]

One Kiss...

The Lights in Seoul shone brightly as Yuqi and Soyeon strolled through the streets, they were going home after a nice day out shopping. The other members didnt wanna go, they just didnt understand the beauty of spending money for the fun of it. It was cold, this was normal for that time of day, but only one of the pair came prepared. “Soyeon im absolutely freezing and my arms hurt from carrying these bags cant we just take a taxi?” Yuqi shuddered. Soyeon looked at her with that same passion in her eyes, she always denied having feelings for Yuqi but everyone knew she did, but she was just too scared to admit it. “Here… give me your bags, and take this.” She pulled off her thick jacket and wrapped it around Yuqi, she let out a deep breath as she was overcome with warmth. “Thats too kind, thank you, dont push yourself if you dont need to, the bags are heavy” Yuqi said. “Im okay, lets just worry about getting you home and warmed up okay?” Soyeon hummed. She was so cold, but as long as Yuqi was happy, she was okay.

They reached their house and dashed in, Yuqi collapsed onto the sofa and Soyeon headed to the kitchen to make her some hot cocoa. She couldnt help but admire Yuqi, she looked so pretty, lit up by the fireplace. But she couldnt say anything to her about it, she would never reciprocate the feelings. She brought the drink to Yuqi and she smiled brightly as she took a large sip from the mug in her hands. Soyeon sat beside her, “Better now?” “Mmm, yes, thank you so much, have some” She purred as she handed Soyeon the warm mug. They spent the rest of the night talking and laughing and watching movies on netflix, there couldnt be anything to make the night better, that they knew of.. Yuqi turned to Soyeon, “soo.. Random question, you ever.. Done stuff with a girl?or had like a one night stand with a girl?” She was taken aback by this question, she didnt expect that from Yuqi, she gave off the vibe that she was innocent, perhaps not. “Ummm well, yes, but its never really been good. Y’know our song? ‘Oh my god’? Thats kinda like about my fantasy i guess, even if i wanted to do anything with a girl again, it wouldnt happen, nobody has really showed any interest in me like that.” She hung her head, feeling slightly embarrassed. Yuqi took her hand, “Soyeon, youre a beautiful, smart, funny woman, any girl would be lucky to have you, honestly im jealous of anyone whos had you in the past.” Yuqi covered her mouth, shocked at what she just said.

Soyeon looked her in the eyes, “what are you trying to say Yuqi?” “Im trying to say.. That i have feelings for you? I have for quite a while..but i never said anything. I was sca-” Without getting to finish her sentence, Soyeon took Yuqi’s face in her hands and kissed her deeply. At first, it was soft and sweet, but it slowly progressed to be more aggressive. They both wanted it, and they both knew it. Before Soyeon knew it, she felt Yuqi pull herself onto her lap, she had been waiting for this moment for the longest time. Every time they accidentally touch hands, every time they shared a joke, every time they found themself changing infront of eachother. She could never take her eyes off her perfect body. Curves in all the right places, skin glistening from the body cream she used. She was perfect in every single way. So many images were racing through Soyeon’s head as she felt her hands going through Yuqi’s hair, and Yuqi’s hair tracing every inch of her body. She couldnt take it.

They pulled away and Soyeon growled, “youre so fucking beautiful” before laying her down infront of the fire place and laying ontop of her, bringing her into another kiss. Yuqi had been also waiting for this moment for ages, everyone thought she was an innocent angel, but they wouldnt say that if they were inside her head when she was looking at Soyeon, everytime they were on stage together she just wanted to take her right then and there. Time seemed to have stood still, nothing else was moving, to them, they were the only two people in the world in that moment. Soyeon let out a gasp when she felt Yuqi’s hand find her way up her skirt, and she groaned at the pleasure of her touch. It was better than she ever imagined. “Youre taking me so well, you want more my love?” Yuqi hummed. Soyeon twitched at the softness in her voice, “please” she replied Already high on the feel of her wetness, Yuqi’s hand started vibrating against her, causing Soyeon to start rolling her hips with the motion of her hand. It didnt take long for her to cum, after all shed been waiting for this moment for so long and she couldnt hold back, covering her mouth as she moaned Yuqi’s name with such passion and volume that it was a surprise they didnt get a noise complaint.

Little did Soyeon know. Yuqi had two hands, so she wasnt just making Soyeon cum. She had her hands down her own pants as she went to town on the girl she had wanted for what seemed like forever. Soyeon collapsed onto her, wrapping Yuqi into a tight hug as they cuddled by the fire, not changing positions, this felt right. They wasnt going to address the fact that this couldnt be made known to anyone, their careers would be ruined, and their friendships. Yuqi held soyeons chin, “yknow, we could make this a regular thing, i know we cant be together, we can just be friends who fuck from time to time..?” Soyeon smiled, and pecked Yuqi on the lips before replying, “I’m sure we can be sneaky and work that out…

…just dont you go falling in love.”

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this was written in like 10 minutes or so, because it was requested by my bestiee, so i hope you guys like it, she told me i should post it ._.

[kwilquib]

We can't be Friends Anymore

Yuqi (🐶) x Male Reader (📖)

switching pov

Word Count: 13.6k

a/n: tried experimenting with switching pov in 2nd person, and testing some dividers format.

The campus hums—students sprawl on the lawn or dart between classes. You’re propped against the library railing, nursing a half-hearted coffee, when familiar faces roll up.

“Yo, isn’t Yuqi your friend?” one of them asks, a little too casually.

You already know where this is going.

“She is,” you confirm, watching as they exchange looks.

“So, she’s actually single?” another cuts in, voice skeptical. “No hidden boyfriend? No messy situationship?”

You snort, shaking your head. “Nope. No secret anything. Just her and her oversized ego.”

That seems to encourage them. Someone whistles low. “Damn. Think I got a shot?”

You pretend to consider it. “Honestly? Go for it.”

That gets a reaction—a few surprised laughs, one guy nudging the other in mock encouragement.

“I mean it,” you continue, shrugging. “Might do her some good to have someone other than textbooks and late-night ramen occupying her brain. She hyper-fixates way too much on school.”

“She does look kinda intense,” one of them admits.

“Oh, she’s a menace,” you say easily. “But here’s the thing—Yuqi’s also insanely narcissistic. If you confess to her, she’d eat that up. She lives to be reminded how pretty she is.”

That earns a round of laughter.

“So you’re saying I should just walk up to her, tell her she’s gorgeous, and I’m in?”

You smirk. “Depends. Can you handle being ignored for two weeks when she gets too busy? Or her texting you at 2 AM just to brag about an exam score?”

The guy groans. “Yeah, nah. I don’t have the mental strength for that.”

Another one shakes his head. “Dude, why’s it sound like you’re feeding us to the wolves?”

You lift a brow. “Hey, you’re the ones asking.”

They chuckle, muttering something about how Yuqi’s beauty really is a waste if she’s just gonna be married to academia forever. You don’t think much of it—this isn’t the first time people have asked you about her, and it won’t be the last.

Besides, it’s not like it matters to you.

“Asking about what?”

The voice cuts through the conversation, unmistakable and laced with curiosity.

You don’t even have to turn around. You already know.

Yuqi stands there, arms crossed, one brow raised in that signature I-know-you’re-up-to-something expression. She looks effortlessly put together despite probably running on four hours of sleep and an unreasonable amount of caffeine. Her oversized hoodie hangs loosely off one shoulder, and she’s got that ever-present glint of amusement in her eyes—sharp, calculating, and just a little too pleased with catching you off guard.

The group stiffens. One guy actually takes half a step back, like she might call him out by name.

You take your time, sipping your drink before finally acknowledging her. “Oh, nothing much. Just these guys wondering if you’re single and available.”

Her gaze flicks toward them, slow and deliberate.

“Hmm.” She taps her chin, pretending to think. “And? What did you tell them?”

You smirk. “Told them to go for it. That you’d love being reminded how pretty you are.”

Yuqi scoffs, but you don’t miss the way her lips twitch upward. “Wow. Advertising me like I’m a limited-time offer?”

“I mean, you are in high demand.”

She tilts her head, feigning boredom. “And yet, nobody’s brave enough to try.”

The guys exchange awkward laughs, none of them willing to step up to the challenge. One clears his throat and mutters something about being late for class before they all make a quick exit, leaving just you and Yuqi standing there.

She watches them go, then turns back to you, unimpressed. “You really have zero faith in my love life, huh?”

“Not my fault your standards are ridiculous.”

“They’re not ridiculous,” she argues, flicking a piece of lint off her sleeve. “They’re refined.”

You shake your head, chuckling. “Whatever you say, Your Highness.”

She hums, studying you for a second too long. Then, with a smirk, she leans in slightly. “And what about you?”

You blink. “What about me?”

Yuqi’s grin sharpens. “Would you confess to me?”

She’s teasing, tossing it out like it’s nothing—just another jab in your years-long game.

So why does it land heavier this time?

“Hello??” She waves a hand in front of your face. “Stop zoning out like you’re actually thinking about it— are you?”

“Hell no,” you shoot back, forcing a laugh. “I know you’re full of yourself, but that’s taking it too far.”

She scoffs, crossing her arms. “Right. As if you could handle me anyway.”

‘God, she’s so annoying.’

She’s good-looking—annoyingly so. The kind of person who doesn’t even have to try. But when she does, she’s exceptional. Yuqi never settles. If she can push herself further, she will. She likes to joke that her father drilled perfectionism into her at three years old. You believe it. It shows in the way she studies, the way she carries herself, the way she acts like the world should revolve around her—and sometimes, it almost does.

You met her at the start of college—multiple run-ins on the same day. Apparently, that was enough for her to decide you were friends. From then on, Yuqi stuck around, pulling you into her orbit.

Rumors, of course, followed. They always do. But your relationship with Yuqi wasn’t that. Never that. It wasn’t shallow, like something you could fall in and out of, love or hate.

Best friends. Neither too close nor too distant. Something steady. Something comforting.

…Or at least, it should’ve been.

~🐶~

“Then… I can live with you.”

The words cut through the gentle hum of the café, slipping into the space between you and her without warning.

Yuqi, halfway through savoring a forkful of cake, stilling at the sudden proposition. The sweetness on her tongue dulls as her mind processes what she just heard.

Outside, the streetside view stretches beyond the window, pedestrians weaving through the early evening rush, neon signs flickering to life. It had been a peaceful moment—her, indulging in dessert, the warm glow of café lights, the casual murmur of other patrons.

And then that.

Her gaze snaps up, eyebrows slightly raised. She had been so focused on her food, on the comforting ritual of eating something sweet after a long day, that she almost forgot she wasn’t sitting here alone.

Across from her, you sit, arms crossed, looking entirely too casual for someone who just threw out a life-altering suggestion.

“…What?” Her fork hovers, eyes narrowing as she rewinds the last five minutes. Housing gripes, sure. Minnie’s betrayal, yeah. But this? “Hold up—did you just say live with me? Where the hell did that come from?”

“You just said it a minute ago, aren't you in trouble because you got stood up?”

Yuqi clicks her tongue at the memory, the taste of betrayal lingering far worse than the cake melting on her tongue.

Minnie—her supposed roommate, her supposed friend—had bailed on her at the last minute.

She had just signed the lease when the call came.

"Yuqi… I’m sorry, I don’t think I can live with you… My boyfriend offered to live with him, and I couldn’t refuse. You understand, right?? Thank you…"

Yuqi had barely gotten out a, “Wait, what? Minnie, I just signed the lease—hold on—” before the call ended.

That was two days ago.

Now, here she was, sitting in a café with you, still trying to figure out how to deal with it.

And your grand solution? Living together.

Yuqi swirls her straw in her drink, staring at you like you’ve just suggested something insane—which, to be fair, you have.

“I also have to move next month,” you continue, unfazed. “My office is closer there. So it’s perfect timing.”

“No way. Too weird—thanks, but no.” She chugs her drink, as if that will help wash away the absurdity of this conversation. “For now, I’ll call the real estate office for a cancellation.”

“And your job starts next month,” you counter, unfazed. “Good luck apartment-hunting in zero time.”

“Hmm… I guess I’ll have to postpone my work too.” Her fork idly plays with the remains of her cake, breaking it down into a mess of crumbs. Just moments ago, she had been enjoying it, and now she can’t even bring herself to take another bite. “I’ll just go back to my parents’ house, and—”

“You can’t do that.”

Yuqi frowns. “What?”

“Did you forget? I also wanted to go home, and you didn’t let me. That’s the reason I got the job I was dreaming of.”

She clicks her tongue. “See what happens when you just listen to me?”

“Don’t get ahead of yourself— Give it up, you’re not pushing back your work.” You lean back, arms crossed. “Am I not your friend? Aren’t we supposed to help each other when we’re in trouble?”

Yuqi exhales, pressing her lips together. As much as she hates to admit it, you have a point.

It’s only temporary. A practical solution. Why shouldn’t she take it?

For the past two days, she had been dreading this mess—mentally calculating costs, debating whether she should force herself into a last-minute roommate arrangement with a complete stranger.

And now, just like that, you’ve handed her the perfect fix.

Her shoulders, tense from the weight of this problem, feel noticeably lighter. The only thing that irks her is that she didn’t think of this first.

“…Yeah, you’re right. We’re friends.” She leans back, eyeing you. “There’s no reason for me to decline. Especially not after all that pleading.”

“pleading?? I’m not the one who needs help here.”

“Fine. How much you chipping in?”

“Fifty-fifty. What, you think I’m just going to give you easy money?”

“If you’re volunteering…” She smirks, leaning in just enough to taunt.

You shake your head, scoffing. “Unbelievable.”

And so, the cohabitation between you and Yuqi begins.

~~~

There are private rooms, clear boundaries. As long as neither of you misjudges the sense of distance between you, nothing will change.

At least, that’s what you both assume.

The first few weeks go exactly as expected—well, mostly.

Yuqi doesn’t have to worry about rent anymore. There’s no awkward adjustment period, no need to tiptoe around like she would with a stranger. You’re not the worst person to live with, either. Sure, you’re irritating sometimes—leaving your notes scattered on the dining table, stealing the last of the coffee, acting smug whenever you manage to fix something she can’t—but she’s always known that about you.

What she didn’t expect was how quickly she gets used to you being there.

It’s the little things.

The way she hears the front door open and instinctively knows it’s you. The way you always leave the light on when you come home late because you know she stays up reading.

One night, she passes by the kitchen and finds you there, reheating food. You glance up. “You haven’t eaten yet?”

She shrugs, stealing a piece of your food before you can swat her hand away. “Hey—”

“It’s fine, I’m not that hungry.”

You exhale, shaking your head. “You do this every time. Don’t be a hypocrite.”

Yuqi frowns. “What?”

“You always scold me for skipping meals, but look at you.”

She rolls her eyes, but something in her chest stirs at the fact that you noticed.

It happens again when she comes home exhausted one evening and finds her favorite drink sitting on the counter. When she glances at you, raising a brow, you just shrug. “Thought you’d need it.”

And again, when she’s cramming for a presentation and you drop a snack beside her without a word.

She tells herself it’s normal. You’re friends. Friends do things like this.

Another moment.

Yuqi is in the kitchen early one morning, half-awake as she absentmindedly flips an egg in the pan. She isn’t much of a cook, but breakfast is simple enough—something warm to start the day before the madness of work and school kicks in.

She’s focused on the sizzling sound, the comforting routine of it, when she suddenly feels movement behind her.

Then—warmth.

You’re reaching over her, one hand bracing the counter beside her, the other stretching toward the cupboard above.

For a split second, she’s caught off guard by how close you are—close enough that she can feel the faint heat of your body against her back, close enough that she catches the lingering scent of your shampoo, something fresh and clean.

Her heartbeat stutters.

Instinct kicks in before logic does, and she turns around—only to make things worse.

Now, instead of your presence behind her, she’s face-to-face with you.

Too close.

Way too close.

Her eyes meet yours, and for some reason, it feels like neither of you moves for a second too long. Her pulse is loud in her ears, and she doesn’t know why she’s suddenly so aware of the way her breath catches—why her fingers tighten slightly around the spatula in her hand.

She’s being weird again.

“You…” She clears her throat, trying to sound unaffected. “Need something?”

You blink, as if snapping out of it, and gesture toward the cupboard. “Just getting a mug.”

Right. Obviously.

She mentally curses herself and quickly steps aside, turning her focus back to the stove. It’s nothing. You’re just tired. That’s all.

But then one morning, she walks into the living room, still groggy from sleep, and finds you sitting on the couch, absentmindedly scrolling on your phone. Sunlight streams through the window, catching in your hair. You’re wearing that old, worn-out hoodie you refuse to throw away, looking like you belong there—like you belong with her.

And something about it makes her stomach flip in a way it shouldn’t.

Yuqi stands frozen in the hallway, gripping her coffee mug, heartbeat slightly off rhythm.

She doesn’t like where her thoughts are going.

She really, really doesn’t.

So she does what she always does when faced with something uncomfortable—she brushes it aside.

She’s just being weird.

It’s nothing.

It has to be nothing.

“Hey.”

Your voice cuts through the silence, snapping Yuqi out of her thoughts.

She blinks, stiffening slightly. “What?”

“You got any plans today?”

Her mind races. Why is he asking? Is he—wait, is he inviting me somewhere? A… date?

“Wh—why?” she asks, trying (and failing) to sound casual.

You shrug. “Nothing. Just asking.” There’s a pause before you add, “I’ll be home late, though. No need to wait up.”

She scoffs, crossing her arms. “Since when do I wait for you?”

You don’t answer, and somehow, that makes it worse.

Irritated, she presses on. “Why? Where are you going?”

“Meeting someone,” you say, vague as hell.

Her brows crash together. “Wait—a date? What, you’re flaunting it now?”

You smirk, dodging the question, and something sour twists in her gut—she hates that smirk, hates how it needles her, hates that she cares.

Before she can push further, a realization slams into her. “Oh—shit, work!”

Panic sets in as she scrambles toward the bathroom, cursing under her breath. Just as she reaches the door, she pauses, whipping around to point an accusing finger at you.

“Fuck you, you did that on purpose. You were distracting me!”

From the couch, you barely glance up from your phone before lazily flipping her off.

She slams the bathroom door, heart thudding too hard to unpack.

Hours later, she’s a wreck—work crushed her soul, her boss barely grunted at her efforts, and every mistake she made still burns.

She doesn’t even remember how she made it home. Everything from today—the endless stress, the way her boss barely acknowledged her work, the stupid mistakes she made because she was too exhausted to think straight—it all clings to her like dead weight.

It feels even shittier knowing what today was supposed to be.

Her first work anniversary. One year. A milestone that should mean something, should feel like progress. Instead, she feels like she’s still fumbling, still struggling to prove herself, still barely keeping up.

Her head pounds. Her chest feels tight.

And maybe—just maybe—what makes it worse is that today also marks one year since she moved in with you.

One year of this place feeling like home.

But right now, standing in the entryway, shoes barely kicked off, she just feels… drained.

She wants to cry.

Not in a dramatic, loud way. Just… silently. Curled up on the couch, alone in the dimly lit apartment, where she could finally let go without anyone seeing.

She’s relieved you aren’t home yet.

She doesn’t have to keep it together.

With a deep breath, she pushes open the door—

Pop!

Confetti explodes, and Yuqi flinches, pulse spiking as cake-scent floods her senses.

Streamers dangle, a crooked banner sags on the wall, and there you are—grinning like an idiot with a party popper, like you didn’t just ambush her fragile grip on sanity.

“Congratulations!”

She just… stares.

The weight—dread, fatigue, the whole suffocating mess—frays apart, leaving her raw.

“You made it a whole year,” you continue, motioning toward the cake on the table. “That’s huge. So, you know… I figured we should celebrate.”

It’s too much.

Not in the way work had been too much.

But in the way you always are.

Always paying attention. Always noticing the things she doesn’t say.

Always making it impossible for her to pretend this—you—don’t matter more than they should.

Her throat tightens.

Her fingers twitch, and she grips the strap of her bag a little harder, like she needs to hold onto something—anything—to keep herself from completely unraveling in front of you.

Right now, she wants to collapse into you—arms, warmth, all of it—and that scares her shitless.

She swallows hard, choking out, “You’re an idiot,” as she steps past, voice thinner than she means it to be.

“You’re welcome,” you shoot back easily, like this is just another one of your usual exchanges.

She sets her bag down. Breathes in.

But it’s different now. Everything feels different now.

Because this isn’t something she can brush off anymore.

Not when the sight of you—standing there, waiting for her—could turn her worst day into something else entirely.

She thought to herself. At this rate…

… we couldn’t be friends anymore…

… Is what you thought.

It crept up on you slowly.

At first, living with Yuqi was just supposed to be convenient. A temporary solution, nothing more. You were friends—it was easy, effortless, like always.

But then, things started changing.

You woke up earlier than expected, your throat dry, half-asleep as you dragged yourself toward the kitchen.

But before you could even reach the sink, the bathroom door swung open—

—and Yuqi stepped out. signing in fragments, lyrics clearly improvised, steam curling around her like a scene straight out of a movie.

Your brain short-circuited.

Dripping hair. Bare shoulders. A towel wrapped hugging around her body, another loosely draped over her head. She wasn’t even fully dry yet, droplets trailing down her collarbone, tracing down to her chest, disappearing beneath—

Oh, fuck.

She froze mid-step, finally noticing you.

“Oh, shit!”

Your mouth opened before your brain could catch up. “Morning.”

Her grip tightened on the towel around her chest. “You—you’re up early.”

“And you’re… in towels.”

A beat of silence.

Don’t say something stupid. Don’t say something stu—

“Yeah, you have to stop doing that.”

Yuqi scowled. “Don’t tell me what to do.”

“I wouldn’t if that wasn’t my towel on your head.”

“why is it a big deal, this is my home—”

“I pay for half.”

She narrowed her eyes. “It’s my house. I’ll do what I want.”

And before you could argue, she yanked the towel off her head and chucked it straight at your face.

By the time you pulled it away, she was already gone, bolting to her room like her life depended on it.

Then—

A muffled scream of frustration from behind her door.

You exhaled sharply, pressing the towel against your face—less to dry off, more to hide the heat creeping up your skin.

“Fuck.”

Then there was this one time, when you were setting up the new shelf.

Yuqi insisted she didn’t need help—because of course she did—but five minutes in, she was already struggling to balance the frame while reaching for the screws.

"You're gonna drop it," you warned, watching from the couch.

"I'm not gonna drop it," she shot back, fumbling with the last screw.

The universe, apparently, took that as a challenge.

The shelf wobbled. Yuqi yelped. And before either of you could react, she lost her footing.

She crashed into you, sending you both toppling backward.

A thud, a gasp, and suddenly—

She was on top of you.

Chest pressing into yours. Hands braced on either side of your head. Her face so close that you could feel her breath against your lips, just barely—

Neither of you moved.

Yuqi’s eyes flickered down—just for a second, barely noticeable—before snapping back up, wide and unguarded.

You swallowed.

“…You okay?” Your voice came out rougher than intended.

“I—” She blinked, like she just realized what happened. Her breath hitched. Then, in the most unconvincing voice possible— “Yeah. Totally fine.”

Neither of you made a move to get up.

The moment stretched, tension thick enough to drown in.

Then—

“Yuqi.”

“What?”

“You're still on top of me.”

“…Oh. Right.”

She scrambled off, way too fast for someone who was supposedly “totally fine.” Turning away, she ran a hand through her hair, exhaling sharply.

You sat up, clearing your throat. The air between you still felt charged, buzzing with something neither of you wanted to acknowledge.

She finally looked at you—pointedly not at your lips.

“Shut up,” she muttered.

You hadn’t even said anything yet.

And then there were the bad days.

Yuqi was loud.

You were used to it by now—the way she talked, argued, and debated like she was on some national stage. But tonight, it was worse. Her voice carried through the living room, sharp and insistent, cutting through the walls of your room.

You could tell she wasn’t just talking—she was venting.

You didn’t interrupt.

Didn’t step in.

Just waited.

Then—

A knock on your door.

Soft, hesitant. Almost out of character.

“…You wanna drink?”

When you opened the door, Yuqi was standing there, arms crossed, gaze flickering to the side. The frustration from earlier had dimmed, replaced by something more subdued.

You didn’t question it. Just grabbed your jacket. “Let’s go.”

The city felt different at night. Quieter, almost peaceful, the usual rush of people replaced by empty sidewalks and the occasional streetlight glow.

Yuqi walked beside you, hands stuffed in her pockets, gaze tilted toward the sky. The stars were faint, barely visible between the buildings, but she looked at them anyway.

“…You ever feel like you’re running out of time?”

You glanced at her. “What do you mean?”

She exhaled, kicking a stray pebble on the pavement. “I dunno. Just—sometimes it feels like I need to keep going. Like if I stop, even for a second, I’ll fall behind. And I hate that feeling.”

You stayed quiet, letting her talk.

“But then I think… what if I don’t even know where I’m running to?”

That, you understood.

You let the silence settle before answering. “You don’t have to figure everything out now, you know.”

She scoffed. “That’s easy for you to say.”

“Is it?” You gave her a pointed look. “You’re the one who’s always giving me advice.”

Yuqi opened her mouth—then shut it, visibly chewing over your words.

You smirked. “Not so fun being on the other end, huh?”

She shoved your shoulder lightly. “Shut up.”

The walk continued, and little by little, the weight in her expression faded. The tension in her shoulders eased, her usual energy returning in small doses—first in the way she kicked at a stray pebble, then in how she scoffed at one of your dumb remarks.

By the time you made it back to your place, she was… lighter.

As you reached the door, she stretched her arms above her head with a sigh. “You know what? I don’t think I need that drink anymore.”

You raised a brow. “So I got dragged out here for nothing?”

“I never dragged you—”

You gave her a look.

“…Okay, maybe a little,” she admitted, rolling her eyes. Then, after a beat, softer—“But it helped, so. Thanks.”

A pause.

Then, quieter—“I mean it.”

You stared at her, the soft glow of the streetlights casting a halo over her face.

Something shifted.

The air felt heavier, charged with something neither of you dared name. It would’ve been easy to brush it off, to make a joke and keep walking—

But before you could find the words, she turned away, already unlocking the door.

“Alright, I’m going to bed. Night, loser.”

The moment passed, or at least, it should have.

But just as you were about to head to your room, Yuqi hesitated.

She turned back, her hand lingering on the doorknob, lips parting like she wanted to say something—then stopping. You caught it then, the flicker of uncertainty in her eyes, rare and fleeting.

And then, finally—

“…Hey.”

You raised a brow. “What?”

She exhaled, tapping her fingers against the doorframe. “Do you remember that stupid bet we made during freshman year?”

You blinked. “Which one?”

“The one where if either of us ever fell for the other, your dic…” She trailed off, then cleared her throat. “Y’know. And I’d have to shave my head.”

You let out a short laugh. “Oh. That bet.”

Back then, rumors about you two dating spread so quickly it became a joke among your classmates. You and Yuqi played along, turning it into a challenge—there’s no way we’d fall for each other. If either of you did, the consequences were extreme.

It was dumb.

It was funny.

It should’ve stayed that way.

But that night?

that night, the words felt heavier.

You studied her expression, trying to gauge where she was going with this. “Why? You getting nervous?”

She scoffed. “Pfft. You wish.”

But there was something in the way she said it. A little too quick, a little too defensive.

You smirked. “Worried about your hair, huh?”

“More like you should be worried,” she shot back, but she wasn’t looking at you when she said it.

You snorted. “Unfair, by the way. I have to cut my dick off, while you only have to shave your head. I can’t believe we agreed to it.”

“…Me either,” she mumbled under her breath.

It was so quiet, so fleeting, you almost missed it. Almost.

For a split second, neither of you spoke.

Then she rolled her eyes. “Whatever. I was just asking. Night, loser.”

Before you could respond, she was inside, the door clicking shut behind her.

You stood there for a second, staring at the empty space where she had just been.

Your bet.

Freshman year.

We will never fall for each other.

You exhaled, running a hand down your face as the thought echoed in your head.

It was supposed to be a joke. A ridiculous bet between two people who swore they’d never be that kind of cliché.

And yet…

Tonight happened.

You expected her to be surprised by the celebration. Maybe even a little annoyed at the mess—the scattered decorations, the cake waiting on the table, the small banner you hastily put together.

What you didn’t expect was the way her expression cracked—just for a second. The way her eyes softened, something raw and unguarded flickering across her face before she caught herself. Before she scoffed, gripping her bag a little too tightly, and muttered, “You’re such an idiot.”

You should’ve let it go. Just laughed, moved on, kept things the way they were.

But she didn’t move.

She stood there, caught between hesitation and something she wouldn’t name, and suddenly, it wasn’t just about tonight.

It was about all of it—the late-night talks when she came home exhausted but still found a way to smile, the quiet gestures, the way she made space for you without even realizing it.

It was the fact that today wasn’t just one year since she started her job.

It was one year since she moved in. One year since this place started feeling a little fuller. A little more like home.

And it hit you then.

All the moments that snuck up on you, that built up piece by piece until there was no more denying it.

Because at some point—somewhere between the shared space, the stolen glances, the lines you swore you’d never cross—

You started falling for her too.

The apartment was quiet except for the soft clinking of utensils against ceramic.

Yuqi sat across from you, the warm glow of the dining room light casting a soft hue over her face. She took a bite, chewing slowly, and then—there it was.

That small, bittersweet smile.

You didn’t know what it meant, not exactly. But you knew it wasn’t the usual smug grin she wore when she teased you, nor the triumphant smirk she had when she got her way.

It was softer. More subdued. Like she was savoring something that wasn’t just the food.

You should’ve looked away. Focused on your plate. Kept things normal. But you didn’t.

Instead, you watched her, your grip tightening around your fork as the weight of everything settled in your chest.

You weren’t looking at her as a friend. Not anymore.

After dinner, Yuqi disappeared into her room while you started cleaning up. You heard the faint rustling of fabric, the sound of a drawer closing, but you didn’t think much of it—until she reemerged.

She padded into the living room in an old t-shirt and a pair of short shorts, her hair slightly damp, probably from washing up. The sight of her like this—comfortable, effortless—made something twist in your chest, but you shoved it down.

Wordlessly, she plopped onto the couch as you finished wiping the table, then leaned back against the cushions, stretching her legs out lazily.

By the time you grabbed a couple of beers from the fridge, she was already making herself at home, one arm draped over the backrest like she belonged there.

You handed her a can, and she took it without a word, cracking it open with a soft hiss.

The TV flickered in the dimly lit apartment, the background noise of a movie filling the space between you.

At some point, between the second beer and the slow lull of the film, Yuqi leaned into the cushions, her body naturally angling toward yours.

Neither of you said much—just the occasional comment, the quiet laughter. But even in the silence, it felt... easy. Comfortable.

And then the credits rolled.

The screen faded to black, leaving nothing but the soft glow from the city lights seeping through the window. The noise stopped.

And yet, you didn’t reach for the remote.

You glanced at her, watching as she traced the rim of her bottle with her thumb. Her expression was unreadable, but there was something contemplative in the way she exhaled, sinking deeper into the couch.

You hesitated, then asked, “Everything okay at work?”

She blinked, as if shaking off a thought. “Ye—yeah. Just some problems here and there, I guess.”

“Nothing you couldn’t handle, I assume.”

She snorted, tilting her head to look at you. “Of course not. Do you even know who you’re talking to?”

There she was again—the Yuqi you knew. The one who never backed down, who met everything head-on with that sharp, unshaken confidence.

But you’d seen her earlier. The way she lingered at the door. The way her smile didn’t quite reach her eyes tonight.

You hummed, setting your bottle down. “That so?”

Her brows furrowed. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing,” you mused, stretching your arm along the back of the couch. “Just wondering if the great Song Yuqi is finally showing signs of weakness.”

She scoffed, turning to fully face you now, eyes narrowing. “You—”

Then, without warning, she flicked your forehead. Hard.

You flinched. “Ow—what the hell?”

“That’s for being annoying,” she said smugly, leaning back like she’d won something.

Oh. That’s how she wanted to play it?

Fine.

You barely gave her a second to react before your hand shot out, fingers pressing into her side.

The moment she realized what was happening, her smirk vanished.

“Wait—no! No, no, no! Don't tickle me” she yelped, twisting away instinctively. “You—asshole—stop!”

But you didn’t stop.

“Think you can flick me and walk away?” you taunted, fingers digging into her sides, relentless as she writhed against the couch, laughter spilling wild between you.

You pressed in, grinning, chasing her squirming frame—her giggles breaking apart into breathless, jagged bursts. She swatted at you, sloppy and weak, but you had the upper hand, her strength no match for yours.

“Admit it,” you teased, skimming the tender spot just below her ribs, knowing it’d unravel her.

“N-never—!” she choked out, twisting under you, her voice fraying as she fought your grip.

The couch groaned under the tussle—her thrashing, your weight shifting—and without thinking, you slid forward, pinning her deeper into the cushions. Your knee nudged between her thighs, pressing firm against her heat.

It didn’t register at first—too lost in the game, her laughter ringing sharp and bright. But then her giggles stumbled, thinning into ragged breaths. Her hands, once shoving, latched onto your arms, fingers digging in—not pushing now, but clinging.

You felt it—the hitch in her chest, the way her body stiffened, then softened, melting against you. Her laughter faded, replaced by something breathier, needier—a sound caught halfway between a gasp and a plea.

And then it slipped out—a moan, soft and unbidden, trembling past her lips.

Everything froze.

Your fingers stalled against her waist, her nails bit into your skin, and the air turned thick, electric. Her eyes snapped wide, lips parted, shock flickering over her face as her breath raced—short, shallow, unraveling.

Your pulse thundered, drowning out the silence, and that’s when you clocked it—your knee, still wedged between her thighs, pressed flush against her warmth.

Neither of you moved.

Neither of you breathed.

The laughter was dead.

Something else took its place—hot, heavy, and undeniable.

You cleared your throat, a feeble attempt to break the spell, to shake off the weight of what had just happened. Slowly, you pulled away, putting space between you before you lost the will to.

Your eyes flickered anywhere but at her—afraid to see what lingered in her expression. Fear? Surprise? Or something else entirely?

You pushed yourself up, ready to remove yourself from the couch, from the heat still clinging to your skin—But then. A tug. Subtle, hesitant.

Fingers curled around your wrist, just tight enough to stop you. To hold you in place.

To keep you from leaving the moment.

You turned, catching the flush creeping up her neck, her lips parted as she refused to meet your gaze.

“Yuqi…” you groaned, your voice strained, warning.

Her grip on your wrist tightened. “Do—don’t leave.”

That was all it took.

You moved back toward her, hesitant but drawn in all the same. The space between you shrank, your breath mingling with hers, lips barely a whisper apart. Her fingers twitched against your skin, but she didn’t pull away.

You could feel the heat radiating from her, the way her chest rose and fell, the way her body swayed ever so slightly in your direction. Just a little more and—

“Wait—!”

Her hands shot up, pressing against your chest—not forceful, not pushing you away completely, but enough to halt you in place.

Your jaw clenched. You stayed there, hovering, pulse hammering in your throat.

“What do you want, Yuqi?” you asked, your voice low, steady despite the storm inside you. “Be clear with me.”

She hesitated, eyes darting anywhere but yours. You felt it—the war within her, the pull and the push, the fear and the want.

You exhaled, nodding slightly. “Okay.”

You started to move back, giving her the space she seemed to need—

But then, just as you did, her arms looped around your neck, her body pressing against yours, her warmth, her scent, her head rising for her lips to meet yours.

Briefly, she pulls away gauging your reaction.

You cursed under your breath, a quiet, ragged sound, because you knew—knew—that if she kept holding onto you like this, you wouldn’t be able to stop.

Your hands found her waist, fingers curling instinctively, and before you could think better of it, you scooped her up.

Yuqi gasped, eyes widening. “Wha—what are you doing?”

You didn’t answer. You couldn’t.

You carried her past the dimly lit hallway, You stop at before the doors of your rooms.

Yuqi who had grasp your intention, murmured close to your chest “Mine—my room.” giving a answer to your conundrum.

Carrying her through the threshold of her room, our grip firm yet careful, your body thrumming with something dangerously close to surrender.

Then, as gently as you could, you set her down.

The bed dipped beneath her weight, her body sinking into the sheets.

And for a moment—just one agonizing moment—silence stretched between you. To pause. To asses. To decide.

Her breath came in uneven waves, fingers clutching the comforter beneath her, knuckles whitening as if it were an anchor. She looked like she was bracing herself—teetering on the edge of a decision, weighing what came next.

You hovered above her, resolve fraying, the heat of her body pulling you closer, unraveling every thread of restraint—

“…The—the door,” she whispered, voice barely audible, trembling with something fragile.

You pulled back, glancing toward it. “If I lock that, there’s no turning back.”

Her eyes flickered, wide and searching, then steadied. “I—I think it’s… it’ll be okay. If it’s you, I want it.”

The door clicked shut with her words, a soft, final sound that echoed in the quiet. You returned to her, sliding back onto the bed, looming over her frame—close enough to feel the faint tremor in her breath. “Do you even know what you just said?”

“Stop talking to me like a kid,” she snapped, her voice sharpening, though it wavered at the edges.

“That’s not an answer.” You held her gaze, unflinching. “Do you want to sleep with me?”

“Uh… yes.” The word slipped out, small and shaky, laced with fear and a defiance testing her own limits. She swallowed hard, then added, “Why? Don’t you want to?”

You shifted closer, your nose brushing hers, so near you could taste the alcohol on her breath—sharp and warm, mingling with the heat radiating off her skin. Her heavy exhales grazed your lips, and the air between you thickened, charged with something neither of you could name.

“What is this?” you murmured, half to yourself. Song Yuqi—bold, unshakable Yuqi—lay beneath you, face flushed crimson, pride crumbling into doubt. Her words stumbled, her usual fire dimmed, and you couldn’t help but press. “Are you really Yuqi?”

Maybe you were stalling too—teasing her, skirting the edge of what you both knew was coming, afraid to leap.

Then, out of nowhere, her hand shot up, smacking your chin with a clumsy shove, forcing distance between you.

“Ugh! I don’t know anymore, okay?! I haven't done this before!” she yelled, voice cracking with frustration. “Just—hurry up and show me your dick already!”

Her legs thrashed, feet flailing against the mattress in a wild, petulant burst. “You—crazy—woman” you blurt out.

You lunged forward, seizing her ankles, pinning them to the mattress with a firm, unyielding grip. “Calm down,” you said, voice low and steady, anchoring her as her chest heaved, the wild outburst dissolving into a taut, trembling stillness.

Her eyes flashed, defiant even now. “What, are you scared?”

You leaned in close, her challenge igniting something reckless in you. “You’re about to get fucked senseless.”

She smirked, unshaken, her voice a dare. “I think you’re the one who’s sca—sacred. Prove it.”

You crashed into her, lips seizing hers with raw, tongue intruding into her mouth, bruising hunger. Your hand slid up, fingers knotting in the back of her hair, yanking her closer—deeper—until no space remained, her frantic breaths fusing with yours in a desperate, unrelenting tangle.

Your other hand found her breast, cupping it firmly, and a sharp whimper broke from her throat—soft, unguarded, trembling against your mouth.

You pulled back just enough to rasp, “Do you want more? Tell me if you don’t.” “Ah!” she gasped, startled by the sudden absence of your lips, her voice faltering. “Uh—uh… it’s okay…”

You dove back in, claiming her mouth again, fiercer now, your hand slipping beneath her shirt.

Fingers roamed her chest, squeezing through the thin fabric of her bra, rucking up her clothes in the chaos. The hem of her shirt climbed past her breasts, her bra tugged askew—one pale pink nipple already peeking free, stark against her skin.

“Yu—qi,” you murmured, breaking the kiss again, though your lips hovered close, tethered by a glistening thread of saliva that refused to snap. “Do you want this?”

“I want it, yes,” she panted, breathless, her words tumbling out in a rush.

You guided her arms up, stretching them straight above her head, and she followed—pliant, trusting.

Your hands gripped the edge of her dress, peeling it upward, sliding it off in one fluid pull. Then, just as swiftly, you hooked her shorts, tugging them down as she lifted her legs to help, the fabric slipping free and pooling forgotten on the floor.

There she lay—pale skin glowing faintly in the dim light, her fit frame taut and trembling. Blonde hair spilled across the bed in wild, tangled waves, framing her like a halo gone rogue. Her white underwear clung to her hips, stark against her flush, one bra strap sagging, the displaced cup exposing a modest breast, its pink nipple hardened in the cool air. She blushed deep, one arm crossing shyly over her waist, the other hovering near her mouth, fingers brushing her lips as if to hide.

Her eyes darted away, unable to hold yours. “Why are you just staring?” she mumbled, voice small, edged with nerves she couldn’t quite mask.

You exhaled, a faint chuckle slipping out as you shook your head. “I’m just trying to figure out how you still look like a menace even when you’re—” Your words snagged mid-sentence as her glare cut through you, her cheeks blazing.

“Don’t,” she warned, voice tight.

You smirked, tilting your head. “Don’t what?”

Her eyes narrowed, sharp and accusing. “You know what.”

You leaned in, your breath grazing her skin, close enough to feel her tense. “What? I thought you lived for praise about your beauty.”

She swallowed hard, throat bobbing, fingers twisting into the sheets. Then, so soft it nearly slipped past—

“It’s different when it’s you.”

“Well, you are beautiful, Yuqi. I mean it.”

Her breath hitched at the words, a flicker of protest rising—ready to snap at your sly jab—but before she could, your lips found her neck, pressing firm and warm. Your hand slid to her breast, fingers brushing the exposed nipple, teasing it into a stiff peak.

She stiffened, a fleeting push against your chest, but it melted away fast—her resistance crumbling as you lavished her skin with attention.

“It… tickles,” she murmured, voice wobbling, half a complaint, half a surrender.

Your hand snaked behind her, deftly unhooking her bra with a flick. You tugged it free, letting it fall aside, her breasts spilling out—modest, pale, and perfect in the dim light. No hesitation—you dove in, lips closing over one nipple, sucking gently while your fingers toyed with the other, rolling it between them.

“Hey,” she gasped, a shaky laugh threading through her words, “aren’t you too good at this?”

You didn’t answer, too lost in her—her taste, her warmth, the way her whimpers grew sharper, rewarding every flick of your tongue, every pinch of your fingers. You pulled back, just enough to take her in fully—sprawled beneath you, clutching the sheets with white-knuckled desperation. Her blonde hair fanned wild across the bed, pale skin flushed deep, chest rising and falling in jagged bursts.

Your hands returned, pinching both nipples now, firm and deliberate. Her eyes—barely open—fought to hold yours, glazed with pleasure, her tongue slipping out as her mouth parted. Words failed her, dissolving into a string of moans and broken whimpers, the only sounds she could muster as she drowned in the sensation.

Wa—wait a sec…” She propped herself up against the pillow, hands darting to your face. Her fingers dug into your cheeks, pulling you in—too close, her touch firm and insistent.

“Kissing really feels good, don’t you think?” she mused, voice lilting with forced casualness. Her thumbs brushed slow, deliberate circles against your skin, betraying the act. “Especially when you feel it—you know, with tongues and everything.”

You arched a brow, amusement curling your lips. “Are you fishing for a kiss?”

She scoffed, but her hands didn’t budge, fingers lingering like they’d fused to you. “I’m just saying,” she huffed, eyes flicking aside, dodging yours. “No harm in a little discussion, right?”

You smirked, reading her like an open book—her little game, the way she circled what she craved, betting you’d cave first. “Just discussing, then?” you teased, tilting your head with mock innocence. “So I shouldn’t do it?”

Her grip faltered, a flash of panic skittering across her face. “I didn’t sa—”

She didn’t finish.

Your lips crashed into hers, silencing her protest, swallowing her words in a swift, ravenous press. Her breath snagged against your mouth, a sharp hitch—and for a fleeting second, she froze, caught off guard. Then she melted, hands slipping to grip your jaw, and before you could take control, her tongue darted forward—bold and sure, sliding into your mouth like she’d been waiting for this all along. The kiss deepened fast, tongues clashing in a messy, heated tangle, her pretense torched by the hunger she couldn’t hide.

Your hands roamed, restless—sliding down her sides, then lower, until they settled at her crotch. Fingers brushed the fabric of her panties, then slipped beneath, meeting slick heat that made your pulse jump. She was already wet, soaked through, and a low groan rumbled in your throat as you felt her.

You pulled back from the kiss, lips parting with a wet smack, and her eyes fluttered open, dazed and glassy. Your other hand hooked into her waistband, yanking the white fabric down her thighs in one rough tug, peeling it free and tossing it aside. She gasped, legs trembling as the cool air hit her bare skin.

“Already this wet?” you teased, voice gravelly, a smirk curling your lips. “You little pervert.”

Her face blazed red, embarrassment clashing with a spark of defiance in her eyes, but she didn’t pull back—her breath jagged, teetering between a snap and a whimper.

“Dum—dumbass, that’s what happens when—”

You didn’t let her finish. Your fingers pressed to her folds, slick and warm, rubbing along her slit with slow, deliberate strokes. Her grip on your neck tightened, nails biting into your skin, while her other hand fumbled to clutch your arm, trembling as her tongue slipped out, instinctive and desperate.

“Wha—what are you doing? St—stop—” she stammered, voice fracturing, but her hands betrayed her, sliding back to clutch the pillow behind her, knuckles whitening as she braced against the onslaught. “It fee—it feels weird. Really weird!” she cried, her tone pitching into a yell, raw and unraveling.

Her body locked tight for a split second—then shattered. Her back arched sharp off the bed, head snapping back into the pillow, a convulsion ripping through her as her thighs quaked. A rush of wet heat surged against your hand, her juices spilling out, soaking your fingers and dripping onto the sheets beneath. Her breath came in broken gasps, chest heaving, her tongue lolling slightly as the waves crashed over her, leaving her trembling in their wake.

“Fuck… shit…” she rasped, hands flying to cover her face, the flush so deep it seemed to bleed through her fingers, staining them red.

You blinked, caught off guard. “Why are you suddenly cursing?”

“No, no, I mean…” She peeked through her hands, voice small but edged with frustration. “Be—because my sheets… they’re all wet now.”

“Oh, uh… sor—sorry…” you muttered, heat creeping up your own neck.

Her eyes flicked to yours, still glassy from the haze, then narrowed with a glint of mischief. “Then… hurry up and take off your pants already,” she ordered, voice low and impatient.

You rose to your feet on the bed, shedding your pants and briefs in a quick, fumbling pull, letting them drop away. Your dick sprang free, hard and hovering above her as she sat back on her knees, gazing up at you. The sight alone—her pale, flushed body, blonde hair spilling wild, those sharp eyes locked on you—hit like a punch, and her intense stare only made it worse. You couldn’t hold it; your gaze skittered away, heat crawling up your neck.

“Hmmm… hey, what’s wrong?” she hummed, a smug grin creeping across her lips. “Why’re you suddenly shy now?”

“It’s reasonable with this view,” you muttered, voice snagging in your throat, barely dodging her piercing stare.

“Is that so?” Her smug grin bloomed wide, teetering on a giggle. She edged closer, her face drifting nearer—dangerously near—to your cock, so close a twitch could’ve brushed her lips. Then her hand shot out, fingers wrapping around your length, forming a tight ring just below the head. The sudden heat of her grip hit you hard—soft skin, firm pressure, a jolt of warmth that shot straight up your spine, making your breath catch and your hips tense instinctively. She started stroking, slow and deliberate, her palm sliding smooth against you, each pull tugging a raw, electric pulse through your core. “How is it? Is it okay? Does it feel good? Does it hurt?”

“You know, for someone who doesn’t know what she’s doing, you’re pretty damn bold,” you said, half-breathless, a smirk tugging despite the way her touch was unraveling you—every stroke a tease, her fingers tight enough to edge you toward losing it.

She ignored you, eyes flicking up with a glint of mischief, her hand keeping its rhythm—steady, maddening, the friction building heat that made your thighs twitch. “Doesn’t it feel good? Are you in paradise yet? You can cum—go ahead, it’s fine! Cum quick! Why aren’t you cumming? What’s wrong?!” Her questions tumbled out, fast and insistent, voice rising with a mix of glee and frustration.

“Yuqi, calm down,” you managed, voice straining as her pace quickened your pulse, her grip coaxing a throb you could barely hold back. “It doesn’t work like that.”

“It’s so warm,” she said, a grin tugging at her lips, “I could use it as a hand warmer.”

“Then tell me when you’re cold next time,” you shot back, half-jesting, legs trembling as you teetered between giving in to the pleasure and laughing at her ridiculous innocence. “I’ll whip it out for you.”

Her hand stilled mid-stroke, eyes snapping up to meet yours—sharp, focused, like she’d just clocked her next move and was weighing whether to go for it. Then she did. Her lips parted, soft and tentative, brushing against your tip. She pressed forward, mouth opening wider, her tongue flicking out to guide you in, warm and wet as it curled around the head.

She lingered there, treating it like a lollipop—licking slow, deliberate laps, tilting her head with each pass as if testing every angle. Her movements were clumsy, unpracticed—teeth grazing you now and then, a faint scrape that sent a jolt through you. A stray thought flickered: She might actually bite it.

And then, as if she’d snatched the thought right out of your skull, the ever-impulsive Yuqi went for it. Her teeth clamped down—not hard, just a quick pinch—sending a jolt of shock and a strange, sharp thrill spiking up your spine.

“Fuck—let go, you dumbass!” You yanked yourself back, pulling free from her mouth with a hiss.

“What the hell made you think biting it was a good idea?!”

“Ahh, sorry, sorry—I’m really sorry!” she blurted, eyes wide with panic, guilt flooding her face so fast it almost convinced you she didn’t mean it. “I didn’t even realize what I was doing!”

“Song Yuqi, get over here,” you said, voice firm, cutting through her fluster.

“Ar—are you okay?” she stammered, inching closer, her tone softening like a scolded puppy caught in the act. “Looks like you’re fine, though…”

You tugged her by her waist, laying her flat on the bed, your hand curling around her hip to pull her close. Fingers traced a slow, deliberate path from her knees up to her core, brushing her skin with intent. “Why’d you try to bite me? Do you want to be scolded, is that it?”

She turned her head, dodging your stare, her voice sinking to a sheepish mumble. “It looked delicious… so I thought I’d take a bite…”

You leaned in, capturing her lips again, kissing her deep and slow as you shifted between her thighs. Your hands nudged her legs apart, her skin warm and trembling under your touch. Your cock brushed her folds—slick, hot, a fleeting graze that made her breath hitch against your mouth.

You pulled back, eyes dropping to your shaft, guiding it with a steady hand. Your tip nudged her entrance, teasing her pussy with shallow dips, testing her heat. “Yuqi, you want to keep going?”

“Huh… How—how many times are you gonna ask?” she huffed, voice quivering, each word stuttering in time with the faint pulses of your cock against her. “Are you deaf…?”

You pressed in, your tip slipping past her entrance, sinking just enough to feel her tighten around you. A whimper spilled from her lips, quick and sharp, and you froze. “Are you alright? Should I go slower…?”

“Y—yes…!” she gasped, breaths shallow and ragged, holding them like she could trap the sensation inside.

“Yuqi, I want you to be comfortable,” you murmured, voice low, careful. “Tell me if it hurts—”

“Hey…” Her eyes glimmered, wet with tears—some already streaking down her flushed cheeks. She grabbed one wrist with her other hand, pinning her arms above her head, a shaky attempt at control. “Fu—fucking a beauty like me must feel good, right…?”

Even now, she bluffed—voice cracking, bravado fraying—but she wasn’t wrong. She felt incredible, her walls gripping you tight, pulsing hot around the bare inch you’d slipped inside, coaxing you deeper despite her trembling.

“…You just want to keep messing with me, don’t you…?” she murmured, eyes glinting through the haze.

“You keep doing it too,” you shot back, a faint smirk tugging at your lips.

“I’m gonna move a little,” you said, voice low. “Tell me if it hurts.”

“Mmhh,” she hummed, nodding faintly, her breath already shallow.

You pressed deeper, sliding slow and steady, her heat swallowing you inch by inch. Her body tensed, a soft gasp escaping as you sank further.

“Does it hurt?” you asked, pausing. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” she whispered, voice thin but firm, her eyes locked on yours.

“Then I’ll move a little more…?”

Your hands slid to her thighs, fingers digging into her soft flesh as you pulled her closer, burying your entire length inside her in one smooth thrust. She clenched around you, a tight, wet pulse that made your breath hitch.

“You’re really okay…?”

“Yeah… I’m good,” she managed, a shaky edge to her words. “Just… carry on, alright…?”

You grabbed her wrists, pinning them between you, tugging them toward your chest as you started to pump—slow at first, each thrust deliberate, feeling her stretch and yield. Her breath stuttered, eyes fluttering shut.

“Wha—what’s this… it feels so weird…” she gasped, voice breaking as her body rocked beneath you.

You quickened your pace, pounding faster, harder—stamina leaching with every sharp snap of your hips. Her moans poured out, jagged and piercing, swelling louder as you drove into her. Then, with a final thrust—deeper, fiercer than the rest—you buried yourself to the hilt, her head whipping back into the pillow, back bowing high off the bed. A raw, guttural moan ripped from her throat, her body quaking beneath you, clenching tight around your cock.

Out of breath, you propped yourself up on your arms, hovering over her sweat-slick frame. “Yuqi, you sure you’re okay? Should I go slower?”

She groaned, rolling her eyes despite the flush on her cheeks. “I told you I’m fine already—”

Her complaint drowned as you thrust back in, cutting her off, plunging deep to reclaim your rhythm. Her moans sang out again, sharp and sweet, and you drank them in, one hand finding her breast—cupping it firm, kneading the soft flesh, her nipple stiff and pressing into your palm like a needy pulse. You used it as leverage, anchoring yourself as you rocked into her.

“Raise your back,” you ordered, voice rough. She obeyed, arching up, and your hands slid to her waist, gripping her hips tight. With the new angle, you pulled her against you, thrusting harder, each slam sinking you deeper—her heat swallowing you, slick and tight, tugging you toward the brink.

The edge hit fast. Her walls spasmed around you, hot and relentless, a sudden, vise-like grip that yanked you over. You groaned low, thrusts stuttering as you came—thick, pulsing spurts flooding her, the wet heat of her pussy milking every last drop, a dizzying rush that blurred your senses. Yuqi shattered with you—her moans spiking into a broken cry, legs trembling, nails clawing the sheets as her climax tore through her. Her core clenched hard, a gush of warmth soaking you both, her body bucking against yours in wild, shuddering waves.

Exhausted, you slumped toward her, chest heaving. She met you halfway, mouth open, greedy—her lips crashing into yours, tongue darting out to pull yours in, tangling with a sloppy, desperate edge as she rode out the aftershocks pressed against you.

~🐶~

Yuqi teetered on the edge of consciousness, drunk on pleasure, her mind barely clinging to coherence in the quiet lull. She slumped back against you, her spine pressing into your chest as you hugged her tight from behind, your back braced against the headboard. Her breath came slow, ragged, her body limp yet humming with the afterglow.

Exhausted but not sated, she stirred as your hands roamed again. One slid to her breast, cupping it gently, fingers teasing the still-hard nipple—rolling it slow, coaxing a faint shiver from her. The other dipped lower, finding her clit, rubbing soft circles against the swollen bud. Her folds, slick and warm, rested heavy against your dick, subtly coating it with her dripping heat, a fresh trickle of her arousal seeping out as her body woke anew. She squirmed, a sleepy moan slipping free, her hips twitching instinctively into your touch—chasing more despite the haze.

Her mind spun, fragmented thoughts flickering through the haze: What should I do??

I’m actually doing it with him—with you.

Having sex with my friend—with you, of all people.

Yuqi’s thoughts snapped off, severed by a single, brutal thrust as you plunged back into her. Her body jolted, pinned tight against yours—your arms clamped around her, refusing her even an inch to squirm. A raw, involuntary moan tore from her throat, heat flooding her core as your cock filled her again, stretching her slick walls with a sudden, relentless pressure that made her head spin.

“You—you jerk!” she gasped, voice fracturing, each word sliced by whimpers and moans she couldn’t choke back. “Why did you suddenly—” Her sentence crumbled, drowned by the waves of pleasure rippling through her, your thrusts relentless, robbing her of breath and coherence. Her hand shot back, fingers tangling in your hair, yanking you closer in a clumsy, desperate retaliation—her nails scraping your scalp as she fought to reclaim some control.

“Fuck! It… feels so… good…” she moaned, the confession spilling out, her voice thick with surrender. Every slam of your hips sent a jolt through her—her insides clenching tight around you, a tingling heat pooling low, her thighs trembling against the onslaught.

Yuqi twisted her head toward you, lips parting, tongue lolling out in a silent plea. You met her halfway, your mouth crashing into hers, tongues tangling in a sloppy, wet mess—her saliva mixing with yours, sharp and bitter on her tastebuds, a hungry edge to the kiss that made her dizzy.

You paused, buried deep inside her, your length a thick, unyielding pressure stretching her core. Your voice rasped hot against her ear, rough and taunting. “Yuqi, why are you moaning so loud? You’re a total pervert, aren’t you?” Your hand clamped onto her breast, squeezing hard, fingers catching her nipple—pinching with a sharp twist that sent a jolt of heat stabbing through her chest, her skin tingling, raw under your grip.

“Wha—what?” The sudden stillness yanked her from her euphoria, your words sparking a flare of annoyance in her hazy mind. “I’m not a pervert! This is because—”

Her protest died as she felt you shift inside her—a subtle, deliberate twitch, just enough to press against her walls, sending a fresh ripple of pleasure curling through her belly. A whimper slipped out, soft and traitorously loud, snuffing her temper before it could catch.

“Is it because it doesn’t hurt anymore?” you teased, voice low, your breath grazing her neck. “You’re fully fitted to my cock now, is that it?” It wasn’t just a taunt—it was a truth she couldn’t dodge. She felt it: her body molded to you, slick and tight, every inch of her clinging like she’d been made for this. Denial burned on her tongue, but her silence betrayed her.

For a heartbeat, the air hung thick—then Yuqi felt it again. Your cock twitched inside her, a sudden, firm pulse that nudged against her walls, straining the tight grip she had on you. She barely registered it before your hands tightened on her hips, lifting her ass higher mid-thrust. The motion shoved her forward, a sharp jolt rocking through her core as you pumped harder, still buried deep. Her arms buckled under the force, knees skidding across the sheets, and she scrambled to catch herself—landing on all fours, ass propped high, her body trembling from the hot, aching stretch where you stayed lodged inside her.

“What are you—?!” she yelped, voice splintering, but before she could twist or protest, your weight shifted forward. You followed her down, pressing against her back—a solid, unrelenting heat pinning her in place as you kept thrusting, relentless, your rhythm unbroken, each slam sinking deeper into her slick, pulsing core.

uqi’s hand flailed back, fingers scrabbling for purchase against your relentless, rabid thrusts—each one slamming into her with a force that made her core throb and ache, a wild rhythm she couldn’t match. Tears streaked her cheeks, her cries spilling out sharp and broken as the pleasure drowned her, too much, too fast. Her grip faltered, and the bed seemed to tilt—your weight unsteady above her. In a clumsy tangle, you both toppled sideways, crashing onto the sheets. But the fall didn’t slow you—your hips kept pumping, unbothered, and now she was trapped. Your arms snaked around her, pinning her own against her chest, locking her tight in your embrace. She moaned helplessly, voice raw and trembling, as you ravaged her hole—each thrust a deep, merciless plunge that wrecked her from the inside out.

Then it hit—a sudden, electric shock blasted through Yuqi, sharp and blinding. Your cock struck her G-spot, a precise, brutal nudge that made her walls clamp down hard, a scream tearing from her throat as her body bucked wildly against you. You caught it—your rhythm shifted fast, seizing the moment. One hand hooked under her thigh, hoisting her leg up, twisting her into a scissoring sprawl. The angle split her open, and you drove deeper—impossibly deeper—your length grinding that spot with every thrust, a hot, pulsing pressure that sent shudders racing up her spine. Her slick heat drenched you, her core spasming out of control, and she couldn’t stop it—the moans, the tremors, the way her body gave in completely to the chaos you unleashed inside her.

Both of you gasped for air, a brief break settling in as your bodies stilled. The position shifted naturally—Yuqi’s eyes stayed clamped shut, too heavy to lift under the intensity, even now in the quiet. She couldn’t see, but she felt your shadow loom over her, your presence hovering close, a dark heat she sensed through her haze.

“Yuqi, get up,” you said, voice rough. She obeyed, dragging herself upright, though her lids barely cracked open—exhaustion weighing them down. You pulled her onto your lap, her thighs straddling yours, facing you. Your thrusts resumed, slower now, and she felt your mouth on her breast—lips sucking, tongue flicking her nipple, a wet, warm pull that sparked faint jolts through her chest. Her arms trembled as she propped herself against you.

Slowly, you reclined back, and Yuqi’s hands slid to the headboard, gripping it for balance. She didn’t know when it happened—her mind too foggy to track—but she realized she was moving, humping you on her own, hips rolling instinctively against your steady length. Her pace faltered, exhaustion creeping in, slowing her down. Then you took over—your hands gripped her hips, and you pumped up into her again, reigniting the fire in her core with each thrust.

Her hand shot to your hair, fingers twisting tight, yanking your face close. Her tongue lolled out, desperate, and you met it—your tongue tangling with hers, a sloppy, wet dance that tasted of sweat and need. “Hug me,” she rasped, tongue still out, voice thick. “Hug me,” she begged again, more frantic, a plea trembling on her lips.

Yuqi felt you overpower her—your arms wrapped around her, pulling her down until she crashed onto her back. She clung to you, arms looping around your neck, legs locking tight around your waist, holding you deep inside her. Any second now, she knew it—both of you teetering on the edge. Her thighs parted wider, welcoming your thrusts, her body aching for release.

Then it came. Her orgasm hit like a tidal wave—her walls seized around you, spasming hard, a gush of heat flooding her core as she shattered. She felt you pull out mid-clench, your cock slipping free, and a split second later, the hot, thick splatter of your cum streaked across her skin—her belly, her thighs—branding her as her own climax pulsed through. Her moans choked off, her vision blurred, and her consciousness slipped away, fading to black as the last shudder rocked her limp frame.

~~~

Yuqi woke up to warmth—soft fabric against her skin, the dull ache in her limbs, and the distant hum of the world outside.

Her brows furrowed, still caught in the haze of sleep, but something felt… off. The scent in the air wasn’t quite hers. The bed didn’t feel quite right.

Then, as she shifted, the sensation of bare skin against unfamiliar sheets jolted her fully awake.

Her eyes snapped open. Sunlight streamed through her curtains, too bright, too loud, as her pulse pounded in her ears. Her room. She was in her room. But—

The sheets. They weren’t hers.

Panic flared in her chest as fragments of last night started to piece themselves together.

Her breath hitched.

Oh. Oh, shit.

She sat up too fast, wincing as soreness bloomed through her body. That was another thing—the ache in her muscles, the evidence of everything she’d done, everything she’d let happen.

And then, finally, she noticed—

The oversized shirt slipping past her shoulder, familiar but not hers.

Your shirt. Her grip on the fabric tightened.

This wasn’t happening.

But the soreness in her body told her it was. The unfamiliar sheets told her it was. Your shirt draped over her skin—your scent clinging to it—told her it was.

Yuqi’s breath came uneven as the full weight of what she’d done crashed over her.

She’d slept with you.

You.

Her friend. Her longtime friend.

A sharp pang of regret twisted in her chest, not because she hadn’t wanted it—God, that was the worst part—she had wanted it. She had kissed you back, had let you undress her, had clung to you like you were the only thing keeping her grounded.

But she hadn’t expected it. Not like this. Not when she wasn’t ready to risk everything.

Not when it could ruin you.

She raked her hands through her hair, cursing under her breath. How the hell did she let it get this far? How the hell did she let herself fall?

The silence of the room felt suffocating. And you—where were you? Were you regretting it too? Were you somewhere in the apartment, figuring out how to tell her this was a mistake?

Her stomach churned at the thought.

The smell of food drifted into the room, warm and familiar.

Yuqi swallowed hard, gripping the edge of the bedsheet.

You’re cooking.

That meant you were still here. That meant you hadn’t run off in regret, hadn’t left her alone in this mess she didn’t know how to clean up.

Maybe… maybe it’s not too late.

If she just acted normal—if she pretended last night was a mistake, a stupid, drunken slip-up—maybe things wouldn’t have to change.

Maybe she wouldn’t have to lose you.

Yuqi exhaled sharply, pressing her fingers to her temples. Her thoughts spiraled, one after the other, faster than she could catch them.

What if you wanted to forget too? What if you were in the kitchen right now, thinking of ways to brush it off, to laugh about it, to shove it in the back of your minds where it could rot, untouched?

Could you both really pretend it didn’t happen? Could she?

She forced herself out of bed, her legs weak beneath her, the oversized fabric of your shirt hanging off her frame. She had to face you. She had to fix this before it shattered into something she couldn’t repair.

With careful steps, she made her way to the kitchen.

And there you were. Standing by the stove, spatula in hand, acting like this was just any other morning.

Her chest clenched.

Maybe it could be. Maybe if she played it right, you could go back.

She took a deep breath, steadied herself, then tried.

“So,” she started, keeping her voice light. Too light. “What’s for breakfast, chef?”

You turned slightly, meeting her gaze. And for a second—just a second—something flickered in your expression.

Something unreadable.

But then you smirked. “Figured you’d need something to get your strength back after last night.”

Her stomach dropped.

She forced a laugh. “Oh, shut up.”

You plated the food, setting it on the counter. “Not hungry?”

Yuqi hesitated. Her fingers curled around the hem of your shirt—her only layer of protection against the vulnerability clawing up her throat.

This was slipping. She could feel it.

“Look,” she said, trying to sound casual, like she wasn’t barely holding herself together. “Last night was… you know. We were drunk, and it just… happened.”

You didn’t respond immediately. Instead, you grabbed a glass of water, taking a slow sip before setting it down.

Then, you leveled her with a look.

“And?”

Yuqi blinked. “And?”

You leaned against the counter, arms crossing over your chest. “Are you trying to say it was a mistake?”

Her mouth opened. Nothing came out.

Because that’s not what she meant—not really.

But if she didn’t say it, if she didn’t put that distance back, she didn’t know what would happen.

She didn’t know if she could handle what would happen.

“I just think,” she tried again, voice weaker this time, “that we should just… go back. Like before. We don’t have to—”

“Yuqi. You know that's bullshit.”

She froze.

"That was four cans between us. You can drink five alone and still balance on a pole—don't act like that was the reason.”

The way you said her name—steady, firm, like you’d already made up your mind—it made her stomach twist.

“Before isn’t an option,” you said simply.

Four cans.

That’s all it was. Just four stupid cans.

And yet, here you were, looking at her like you were about to ruin everything.

The air in the room shifted—her room, but suddenly it didn’t feel like hers anymore. The sheets smelled like you, the oversized shirt hanging off her shoulders wasn’t hers either. Nothing felt like hers anymore, not even her own body, sore in places she had no right to acknowledge.

Her stomach twisted, panic crawling up her throat. No. No, no, no—

Her gaze dropped to the floor, unable—unwilling—to look at you. If she saw your face, if she saw the regret, the indifference, or worse, the pity—it would break her.

“I didn’t mean for this to happen,” she blurted, voice thin, barely holding together. Maybe if she said it first, if she got ahead of it, she could stop whatever came next.

But then—

“Yuqi, being friends with you has been fun, but—”

But.

That one word shattered everything.

No. Not like this. Not you.

“But what?” Her voice cracked, too raw, too exposed. “Is that it? Over just like that?”

You didn’t say anything, and it made her chest tighten, like her ribs were caving in.

“Did you hate it that much?” she forced out, her hands fisting in the fabric of the sheets.

“No, Yuqi, not like that. Let me talk—”

“To what? To hear your excuse?” Her voice rose, frantic now. “How can you talk so calmly? Is that how it is? I’m the only one who actually valued this friendship? I make one mistake, and you’re already ready to leave?”

“Yuqi. Look at me.”

There was a weight in the way you said her name—stern, unyielding—but she didn’t want to hear it. Couldn’t.

Her breath hitched. Her hands trembled as she dug them into the mattress, nails pressing into the fabric, grounding herself.

“Why can’t you just stay?” Her voice was barely above a whisper now, desperate, fraying at the edges. “I’m sorry, okay? This—this was a one-time thing. That’s it. So you don’t have to leave. It doesn’t mean anything.”

It was a lie. A pathetic, miserable lie.

But if saying it kept you from walking away, then she’d let it shatter her.

Except—

Before she could breathe, before she could take it back—

Your lips crashed into hers.

You knew what she was thinking. You knew how much she was spiraling, how the weight of her own fears was crushing her. And maybe—probably—it was best to just tell her, to stop her panic before it got any worse.

But watching her like this, hopelessly caught in her own misunderstanding, her pride stripped away, her vulnerability laid bare… you couldn’t help but find her cute.

So you kissed her.

When you pulled away, her breath was shaky, her wide eyes darting between yours.

“Will you listen to me now?”

She nodded—barely, hesitantly—before her gaze dropped back to the floor.

You sighed. “Yuqi, we’ve been friends for a while—”

Her head shot up so fast you almost laughed. Her eyes were glassy, lips parted as if she was about to say something—

But before she could, you kissed her again, swallowing whatever words she had.

“We’ve been friends for a while,” you repeated against her lips, softer this time. “And I thought we were always going to stay that way. But this past year…”

She was shaking now, small, uneven trembles as her tears finally spilled over. She pouted, biting her lip, trying so hard to keep it together. You placed a hand on her head, fingers threading through her hair, petting her gently.

That was the trigger.

The dam broke.

Her shoulders shook as she let out a muffled, choked sob, burying her face into your chest.

You couldn’t help but chuckle. “But this past year, Yuqi…” You wiped her tears away with your thumbs, tilting her face up so she had no choice but to look at you. “I realized how dumb I was to keep thinking of you as just a friend. An amazing woman like you—you’re funny, you’re smart, you work hard, you’re pre—beautiful, and above all, you’re confident in everything you do…”

Then, with a smirk, you added, “And it’s absolutely hilarious when you’re wrong.”

She punched you—hard enough to send the message, but too weak to actually hurt.

“What I’m trying to say is, I like you. And just like you, I was scared of losing you too, Yuqi.”

She sniffled, hastily wiping at her face, the reality of your words finally sinking in.

“…That’s why, um—”

“What?!”

“I’m asking—can we be together?”

Her breath hitched.

And then, with no warning, the tears came rushing back as she smacked your chest. “Of course we can, you idiot! Why didn’t you say that first?!”

You had no excuse, only laughter. You pulled her into your arms, and she clung to you just as tightly.

“Yuqi…” you whispered, lips brushing against her ear.

You kissed her cheek. Then her forehead. Then her lips. Slowly, tenderly, you moved downward, pressing soft kisses along her jaw, her neck—

And then, a loud growl rumbled through the silence.

Yuqi stiffened.

You froze.

And then—

You let out a loud snort.

Yuqi turned bright red. “Don’t—don’t laugh! I hate you.”

You grinned, pulling away just enough to meet her eyes. “I like you.”

She huffed, still flustered.

You raised an eyebrow, teasing. “Do you at least like my cooking?”

Her voice was small, barely above a mumble.

“…I—I like it.”

You smirked, reaching for her hand, your fingers brushing her sweat-damp skin. “Then come on, let’s eat before you actually pass out on me.”

But just as you turned toward the kitchen, a sharp tug yanked you back.

Her grip was firm on your wrist.

“What is it?” you asked, pivoting to face her.

Yuqi hadn’t moved, her body squirming slightly, thighs pressing together. Her hands fisted over the oversized shirt—your shirt—clutching the fabric low over her stomach like she could hide her itch you could scratch away. Her chest heaved, tits straining against the fabric, nipples poking through—already hard from the kiss earlier. Her face was red, not from embarrassment of her stomach, but from the heat that you just have built up.

She was still breathless, her chest rising and falling unevenly, her skin flushed in a way that had nothing to do with exhaustion.

And her eyes—dark, hungry, locked onto you like she was barely holding herself back.

Your grin deepened.

You leaned in, close enough that she could feel the heat of your breath against her lips, but not close enough to give her what she wanted.

“Let’s eat first,” you murmured, your voice low, teasing.

Then, smirking, you added, “After, you can beg me to fuck you again.”

She shook, a quick, horny tremble.

And just like that, you pulled away, already heading toward the kitchen.

You didn’t have to look back to know she was still standing there, fuming, frustrated, and—most of all—waiting.

a/n: thanks for reading, also thoughts on the switching pov while maintaining 2nd pov ("you" pronoun)? Or is using 3rd person pov when in idols pov better?

[asraxfile]

(𝖦)𝖨-𝖣𝖫𝖤 𝖱𝖤𝖠𝖢𝖳𝖨𝖭𝖦 𝖳𝖮 "𝖲𝗁𝖾'𝗌 𝖻𝗎𝗌𝗒 𝗋𝗇 𝗅𝗂𝗅 𝖻𝗋𝗈."

ς(๑⃙⃘'~'๑⃙⃘) ໒꒱ sypnosis pranking gidle members texting them while acting like another guy pairing ot6 gidle x fem!reader genre smau au, fluff, humor? warnings ???

𝖲𝗈𝗒𝖾𝗈𝗇 - 𝖬𝗂𝗒𝖾𝗈𝗇 - 𝖬𝗂𝗇𝗇𝗂𝖾

𝖲𝗈𝗈𝗃𝗂𝗇 - 𝖸𝗎𝗊𝗂 - 𝖲𝗁𝗎𝗁𝗎𝖺

[diaryujin]

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄? (𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔)

summary: you’re the best thing that’s happened to the girls – a life-changing event. it shows.

OR little things that (G)I-DLE do with you and only you

genre: fluff

includes: google translated thai and korean pls do not come after me if it’s wrong or weird, indirect mention of soojin leaving but oh well, got a little deep in yuqi’s bit, mention of idol struggles, wHY ARE THERE SO FEW WARNINGS 

pairing: idol! (g)i-dle x non-idol! fem! Reader

word count: 1.3k

a/n: this is all fluff, a rare exhibit even i’m shocked…

taglist: @kflixnet

cho miyeon

Miyeon is known for being extremely feminine and girlish and being on the receiving end of affection. It’s her trait, something everyone adores her for, and something she’s proud of. Yet, with you, she ends up doing things that are traditionally done by ‘the giver’ or the ‘man in the relationship’. Often, you’ll see her covering your shoulders with her favorite jacket when it’s cold, wrapping an arm around your waist to pull you closer when you seem uncomfortable, letting you borrow her shirts and accessories, and – hear ye, hear ye – big spooning you. She does it all so casually and without a word leaving her mouth, just a sweet smile, making it seem like a normal thing to do when, in reality, it isn’t. She’s giving you her prized things without a single word of complaint – which isn’t the experience of the other members, as they have so grumbled to you before. 

Can you blame her? You’re one of the very few things that truly belong to her, and she can’t help but want to show everyone else sometimes, even if it breaks character. Plus, you look adorable in her outfits, and she’ll always push aside her narcissism and self-love for you.

yontarak nicha (minnie)

Nicha speaks to you in English, which is how she’s practiced and became proficient in it. She often finds herself malfunctioning though because of the crap you do to the point that she thinks in three languages. If you do something stupid to annoy her, for example, the thought train in her brain choo-choos from “โอ้ ให้ตายเถอะ เธอทำอะไรลงไป-?” to “잠깐만 왜 그렇게 웃는 게 이렇게 귀엽지?” to “OH CRAP THERE’S FLOUR IN MY HAIR?!” in a split second. It’s crazy to her because, before you, her mind’s default language was Thai, only translating it to words in English or Korean or something else she knew if she had to speak to someone who wasn’t from her country, which was a huge portion of the world. For you to be able to make her think multilingually? That was a feat she never saw happening. She makes sure that she speaks in English by the end of the day though, which is why she lags a couple of times when trying to respond to you.

First, her thoughts are jumbled in different languages. Second, she has to bring them all back to her native language - Thai. Third, she has to translate what she wants to say from Thai to English. Fourth, she has to make sure she doesn’t end up directly translating Thai phrases and idioms to English, where they make no sense. Give her a break.

(Thai - oh shit what did she just do-?  Korean - wait why is she so cute laughing like that?)

seo soojin

Soojin is quiet. She was the quietest member in (G)I-DLE, a stark contrast to the other girls. She also used to playfully reject most affection that they (Shuhua) offered, acting all tsundere-like. When it comes to you, however, you find that she’s the one initiating almost everything. Random back hugs, her hand suddenly sliding into yours perfectly, her lips puckering into that adorable duck lip she has when your faces are barely touching, you feeling your cheeks being cupped by her as she gives you uncalled-for kisses and more. If you try to push her away or ignore her acts of love, she’ll playfully whine and pester you to give her the attention that she desires from you. Of course, she knows where to stop bothering you and to give you space when you seriously need some alone time, but in moments unlike that, she’ll be like a small toddler bothering their parent for something insignificant.

It’s like you’re the Soojin to her Shuhua in SooShu, which is ironic if anything. She can’t be bothered to change her mannerisms though – she loves you so dearly that she’s afraid her heart might burst and she wants to make sure you know that.

jeon soyeon

Soyeon wrote Queencard and Allergy on a whim after you once told her that you didn’t like the way your body looked. You had been her muse for a few love songs, her favorite example being when she collaborated with Nicha on the lyrics of Dahlia and got endlessly teased by the girl for months on end for it (“You’re a simp!”), but these two were dedicated to you. Of course, she never mentioned it to anyone for fear of your name getting leaked out to fans, and she wasn’t going to get made fun of for loving you twice – she learned her lesson with one girl, imagine if all the others joined in on it? She didn’t allow you to listen to either until it was released officially, but it was all worth it when she got to see you screaming ‘why am I me?’ and ‘my boob and booty’s hot’ 24/7 around her. 

She’d always sport a small smile when she saw you listening to it, knowing that this made you feel at least a little bit better and confident in yourself. You had done so much for her and had been her rock and inspiration when she struggled and this was the least she could do to repay the favor.

(if you don’t like queencard or allergy sHhHh just go with it)

song yuqi

Yuqi is loud and argumentative to the point she can break the eardrums of whoever she sits in a heated discussion. She uses it to her advantage when she wants people to see her viewpoint and as a stan attractor for her group. Having to put up an image like that all the time in front of cameras and the eyes of adoring fans is exhausting though, and she always looks forward to the end of the day when she can come back to you and melt in your arms, or at least video call you if she’s on tour. You’re the calm to her storm, and she admires you for that. You’re able to handle her, rain or shine. Even if she gets overly emotional over something tiny, you’ll always be there to console her. Her favorite pastime is to simply cuddle with you on the couch and talk to you about random shit quietly as she closes her eyes and lets you hold her close. She can be herself with you, plain and simple, without worrying about what you think of her.

You’re her comfort space, where she can just be. As an idol, such a privilege is hard to get, which is why you’re her little secret, hidden away from almost everyone except a select few, and reserved for her only.

yeh shuhua

Shuhua is boisterous. She loves to make quips at people and bullies them playfully (just look at Miyeon). All the members and her family are victims of her teasing – no one is spared, except you. Instead, she lets you poke fun at her, with smacks to her head, mocking whatever she does, making disgusted looks at her when she acts cute, and whatnot. She’ll patiently wait there for you to be done before responding to you with an exasperated sigh or an insult back. It’s not as harsh as what she’s said to the other girls, and they have noticed the obvious favoritism whenever you go over to their dorms. They always complain about it to Shuhua, especially Yuqi, saying that they should get some of her love too. She denies any accusations of special treatment and argues back that they’re not her partner, you are, and thus they’re not worthy of her affection. It usually ends with Yuqi and Shuhua bantering for a long while as the rest, including you, watch in amusement.

You’re so special, one of the best things that’s happened to her. As much as she loves her group, you’ll always be on a higher pedestal in her head than them, resulting in a free pass and a shield from her relentless taunts. You don’t know whether to be grateful or a little concerned, but it’s nice to boast about a liberty to the others and watch their faces of annoyance.

[soyeonsbabygirl]

Can you do how would idle react when y/n starts kissing their face and how their face ends up all in lip stick? :))

So I feel like Soyeon loves it but if you do it in public she’ll be embarrassed slightly. When your giving her kisses on her face she just looks at you so full of love, but will wipe off the kiss marks before she goes out only so she doesn’t get teased and to avoid scandals. (If it were up to her however she would post that shit everywhere.)

I just know that Miyeon loves seeing any lipstick marks from you. Whenever she feels you giving her kisses after a long day while you hold her just makes her feel like she’s the only girl in the world fr.

With Minnie it’s the best thing you could ever do to her! She takes pictures of you giving her the kisses and of the kiss marks you left. She probably won’t even bother wiping them off as a way to show people you’re hers and she is yours.

Now the Queen of red Soojin who loves lipstick and is notorious for wearing red lipstick while absolutely be obsessed with this. She already loves leaving kiss marks all over your face and body so when you do the same to her face it just makes her so happy. She might whine a bit in public but you know she loves it. She doesn’t even ask you to do it anymore, just expecting you to do it. She doesn’t even bother wiping them off. She loves the way the kiss marks look that much.

With Yuqi she loves the feeling of you kissing her face, but seeing you leave lipstick marks makes her feel even more loved and happy. She often will make you give her kisses on her face just so you could leave kiss marks all over her as she brags to the members about it.

You love kissing Shuhua’s chubby cheeks and she loves when you leave any type of lipstick marks on her. If you don’t give her any kisses she’ll whine and get upset until you hug her kissing all over her face making her happy. If she wipes so much as one kiss mark off she immediately goes back to you claiming she needs even more than last time.

[shinestarhwaa]

(G)I-DLE MASTERLIST

~ I will not write g!p

OT5

SOYEON

Heat (Smut)

MIYEON

Illicit Affairs (Smut, Angst, Fluff)

MINNIE

Oh My God (smut)

Feline Fantasies (smut)

YUQI

SHUHUA

Super Lady (smut)

[alcoholfreenayeon]

Hi can I request a yuqi from gidle x male reader smut where they’ve been dating for a while and after a concert reader takes her out to eat then when they get back home they have fluffy sex then take a shower together then when he wakes up the next morning she’s cooking breakfast in his shirt

A/N: This is it, my first male!reader fic. I hope you like it, I know it took me a while but it was mostly due to my exams😭.

Light My Fire

CW: m!reader x Yuqi, slight smut, some fluff, nsfw

You watched in awe as your girlfriend put on a performance of a lifetime, singing and dancing like there’s no tomorrow. That’s how she always performed but you always felt just as awestruck as the first time you watched her perform. You whooped and applauded with the crowd and a few songs later, the show was done. It was quite short by a Kpop concert standard but you preferred it this way. So you could spend some time after the show with her as well since she wouldn’t be too tired.

You had a nice dinner reservation and wanted to treat her. Usually, Yuqi liked to treat you and besides its not exactly easy to make a dinner date a big surprise or special when your partner is a superstar but you try your best and being the sweet girl she is, she always seems over the moon even over the smallest of things you do for her.

Nevertheless, you meet her backstage where she is already ready to go and greets you with a hug.

“Did you like the-”, she begins but you’ve memorized her questions through previous experiences.

“Yes it was amazing. Yes you looked really pretty and hot. No, I didn’t look at any other girls. And yes I have something planned for us.”, you interrupt her with small smilie, answering all the questions she was going to ask before she even had a chance to ask them.

She looked at you blankly for a few seconds before pouting but ended up almost immediately laughing and giving you a gentle push, “so annoying”.

You chuckled, “Come on let’s go, we don’t wanna be late.”

It didn’t take too long to reach the restaurant, about 20 minutes, you both were discussing the concert and seeing some of the clips people had posted online. Dinner wasn’t too fancy but you both liked it regardless and soon after you reached home.

The two of you on the couch, Yuqi resting her head on your shoulder, she traced imaginary lines on your chest and you both cuddled for a while in silence, just enjoying each other’s company. Then out of nowhere, she kissed you once. And then again. Pulling back after a few seconds and staring at you longingly. You felt your heartbeat quicken and leaned in slowly and she did the same.

As you both leaned in and began to kiss, it quickly turned into a full on make out session and pretty soon Yuqi was tugging on your clothes trying to take them off. You did the same and pretty soon, well not exactly soon. It took a few minutes for you both to be exposed because neither of you were willing to stop kissing to undress. Only after excessive tugging at each others clothes did you two eventually give in for a few moments.

Soon after, you found yourself on your back with Yuqi on top of you, her hands on your chest, breathing heavily, riding you slowly. You placed your hands at her hips and watched as she gracefully began to ride you.

This continued for a few minutes before Yuqi removed your hands from her hips and instead pinned them to either side of your head and leaned in kissing you hungrily while also grinding sensually.

The two of you just couldn’t get enough of each other, staring at each other with love, lust, longing and kissing every few moments. A few minutes later, you both felt your releases approaching rapidly.

“Yuqi….”, you say sighing, letting her know your close.

She said nothing and grabbing your face with both hands and kissing you passionately while you wrapped your hands around her back as she began to grind faster. You couldn’t help yourself either, your hips buckling as you began to thrust upwards as well, trying to be in rhythm with her movements.

Soon after, you felt the pressure build up and eventually got your release, sighing hard into a kiss while Yuqi squeezed your face tightly, shuddering slightly while she got hers.

The two of you stayed like that for a few moments while your highs slowly faded. Taking a deep breath, Yuqi shifted and moved to the side, resting her head on your chest, an arm wrapped around you.

You take a deep breath and sigh, trying to relax when suddenly Yuqi grabs your hand and tries drag you up.

“Give me a minute”, you try to protest feeling comfortable and sleepy.

“Ah hah!”, she frowns, “No, you’ll sleep. Come with me!”.

“I just did”, you say cheekily, your eyes closed.

“Fine, do as you like, I’m going to shower so your loss”, she replies back triumphantly, knowing you’ll give in.

You kiss your teeth and groan loudly while stretching knowing you can’t miss this chance and get up in one swift move, following Yuqi with your hands on her shoulders,leaning your head at the back of hers.

As you both enter the shower, the next dilemma starts, you like cold showers but didn’t want one right now because of how sleepy you were feeling while Yuqi likes hot showers but wanted to take a cold one because she wanted you to stay awake so you both could cuddle.

Both of you understood each other’s intentions almost immediately and reached for the shower valve together.

“It’s okay, I got it Yuqi”, you say unconvincingly with a smile.

“What are you talking about?”, Yuqi says mischievously.

Neither of you budges, and you both just smile at each other until you decide to take a risk. You let go of the valve and without warning begin to tickle Yuqi who couldn’t react quick enough and moved back helplessly reflexively.

“Hey! Stop! This isn’t fair!”, she squealed, laughing uncontrollably.

It was too late though, you were now in front of her, blocking her access to the valve, smiling victoriously at her while she pouted.

You set the temperature as lukewarm hoping it’s a good enough compromise and you both begin showering, washing each other. Once your done showering, you dry yourself off and go to bed while Yuqi dries herself off and does her self care routine before she comes to bed. You try to wait for her but end up dozing off before she comes.

You wake up hours later to find Yuqi is still missing. You turn towards her side of the bed and find it a bit warm so she only woke up recently you assume. You stretch and get up, brushing and going to the kitchen.

You find her in one of your shirts, obviously it was too big for her and she really looked unbelievably cute in it. She was making some eggs as you walked in behind her, hugging her and kissing her cheek for a moment before pulling back.

She leaned in happily before continuing cooking and finishing the eggs while you began to toast the bread. In a couple of minutes you both were at the table having breakfast in silence, giving each other knowing looks and smiling happily, your hand on hers.

[woogigi]

Sick Day

Yuqi wakes up sick and Soyeon takes care of her.

Some yuyeon fluff <33

“A- a- achoo!”

Soyeon sighed when she heard the clear sign of a sick Yuqi coming from their bedroom. She immediately turned the kettle on, the rumbling filling the silence as she placed lemon, ginger and honey into a mug. All the while mentally preparing herself for the day ahead. She made sure to check her messages and inform their manager of the sick puppy. There was no way she would let Yuqi try and go to any of her lessons today.

It would be a fight but Soyeon would not let her get worse or make anyone else sick just because the younger one was stubborn. Especially now, with a comeback and tour ahead even her unusual high energy self was drained by the end of the day. So much so Soyeon and her barely spoke by the time they were shutting the lights off and curling into each other. 

Soyeon herself was an incredibly hard worker and it frustrated Yuqi how Soyeon would shut everything out when preparing for a comeback. When tour time came around Soyeon truly understood why Yuqi got upset. Soyeon missed her hanging around in her studio or making them homemade food hoping the smell would lure the leader out of her studio. It always worked and Soyeon would love to wipe the proud smile off Yuqi’s lips every time if she wasn't so adorable when relishing in her win.

When the kettle whistled she sighed as she poured the water into the mug. She put it on a tray with her coffee and some other flu medicine. She walked into the room and smiled at the girl bundled up in their bed. Yuqi’s cheeks were tinted pink and her hair was splayed all over her pillow. A few strands hanging over her face. 

“Yuqi?”

The younger groaned and turned over.

“Come on, I brought some medicine for you.”

“No.”

Soyeon rolled her eyes but pulled the cover back despite Yuqi’s obvious desire to fight back, “Take it now or I’m calling Shuhua to take care of you and leaving you in her hands.”

Yuqi turned back to her pouting, “that’s mean.” 

Soyeon smiled as she moved the hair out of Yuqi’s face, “I do it because I love you.”

Yuqi sat up, “That’s not fair, you know I’ll do anything for you now.”

“I just want you to take care of yourself too.”

“I prefer it more when you take care of me,” Yuqi smiled sweetly before turning to the side to sneeze.

Soyeon grabbed the tissues next to the bed and passed them to her, “Come on - take your medicine and drink the tea then you’re gonna shower while I make us some food. Okay?”

Yuqi nodded but her pout had Soyeon chuckling. Soyeon got up to give Yuqi more space, she moved to her side of the bed and lay on top of the covers next to the sick girl. Yuqi picked up the medicine downing the tablets and cough syrup before using the tea to take the taste out of her mouth. Yuqi settled down under the covers again.

“Don’t get too comfortable,” Soyeon reminded her, “You have to take a shower.”

“Why?” Yuqi groaned, turning to her with the covers covering the bottom half of her face so only her nose and round eyes could be seen.

Soyeon giggled and booped her nose, “being adorable isn’t gonna stop me from forcing you into that bathroom,” she rested her hand on Yuqi’s cheek feeling how hot it was, “It’s going to make you feel better.”

Yuqi rolled her eyes but turned to lay on her back, “fine.” she looked back at Soyeon with a mischievous smile, “but only if you kiss me first.”

The older girl moved back, “you have to be out of your mind. I am not getting sick.”

Yuqi chuckled but took the covers off turning to Soyeon with a wide smile, “I thought you loved me though?”

“Not enough to be sick. I also happen to have a lot of work by the way,” Soyeon replied, moving back a little.

Yuqi huffed, “No fair.”

“Life’s not fair.” 

Soyeon laughed at Yuqi’s silence, turning back to face her. Yuqi was pouting and her feverish cheeks and messy hair only made Soyeon laugh louder at how adorable she looked. That only seemed to make Yuqi even more sulky. Soyeon shook her head as she pulled Yuqi closer to her and kissed the top of her head.

“When you’re better, my love.”

Yuqi settled and Soyeon let her fingers smooth out the frown lines until the younger’s sulkiness was all gone. Yuqi was starting to doze off again and Soyeon thought to wake her, but stopped herself. Yuqi could sleep in for a little longer. She turned to her phone making sure to inform whoever needed to know that she and Yuqi were sick and would be taking leave. She turned her phone off and got herself under the covers trying not to wake the sleepy girl and held Yuqi close as she followed her into sweet dreams. 

xxx

Hey! Something a little different to what I usually post but I hope you like it♡ lemme know if you want me to post more fluff too.

[multiphandomunnies]

(g)-idle

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soojin

married life

that barista life

yuqi

catching up

[kwilquib]

Next fic is with Yuqi.

Titled: We can't be Friends Anymore.

🐶👍

I'm so tempted to make this angst

[brii-sunwoos-version]

FML (partially written)

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Synopsys : Despite their initial disdain for one another, Unforeseen circumstances force Y/n and Jake to navigate their differences under the same roof. Slowly but surely, their walls begin to crack, revealing hidden vulnerabilities and unspoken desires. As they learn to coexist, the line between annoyance and attraction starts to blur. Small acts of kindness, shared late-night conversations, and unexpected moments of connection lead to a budding friendship that neither of them anticipated.

Y/n's Pov:

As I stepped out of my building, the familiar sight of Giselle's car waiting at the curb made me smile. It felt like the start of something spontaneous, something that could turn a dull evening into a story we'd talk about for weeks. Without hesitation, I swung open the back door and slid in next to Sohee.

“Sup, fuckers,” I greeted with a grin, buckling up as I settled into the seat.

Sohee shot me a look, half-amused and half-exasperated. “You took too long to piss, and Chenle managed to piss Yuqi off…”

I glanced at Yuqi, who was sitting in the front passenger seat, arms crossed, and her lips pressed into a thin line. It was almost impressive how quickly Chenle could get under her skin.

“So, nothing new,” Giselle chimed in from the driver’s seat, her eyes catching mine in the rearview mirror. She seemed unfazed, like this was just another day in our chaotic little group.

I shrugged, leaning back into the seat, feeling the familiar hum of the engine as Giselle pulled away from the curb.

As we drove, the tension in the car started to ease. Yuqi, still sulking in the front, finally broke the silence with a sudden suggestion.

“we should go to karaoke,” she said, her tone a mix of defiance and excitement.

I exchanged a quick glance with Sohee, and we both nodded. It was the perfect idea—a place where we could let loose, and i could sing my anxiety away, and maybe even get Yuqi and Chenle to get along for more than 20 minutes

“Hell yeah, I’m down,” I said, grinning as I imagined us belting out our favorite songs.

Giselle was already making a turn, heading in the direction of our usual karaoke spot. “Guess it’s settled then,” she said, her voice carrying a note of relief. We hadn't planned anything for the night, but this felt right—like exactly what we needed.

Jake's pov;

"Okay, umm... I’m guessing this is my room because the door’s open, so we can move all the boxes in there," I said, scanning the hallway before stepping inside the dorm. The room was pretty much what I expected—bare walls, an empty bed frame, and a desk waiting to be cluttered with my stuff.

As we started hauling the boxes in, I tried to mentally map out where everything would go. The bed in the corner, maybe a few posters to brighten up the walls, and my desk right by the window so I could get some natural light.

Heeseung followed behind, carrying a box labeled “books” and something else under his arm. "Oh, Jake, it looks like your roommate left their number for you." He handed me a sticky note he’d found on the table.

I took it from him, reading the number scribbled in messy handwriting. "Cool, I’ll text them tomorrow. They’ll probably be back tonight anyway," I said, tucking the note into my pocket. Part of me was curious about who this person was, but I figured I’d find out soon enough.

Jungwon walked out of the room, glancing around the space. "Y’all wanna order pizza while Jake unpacks?"

"Yes!" we all said in unison, laughing as the tension from the move started to ease up.

The guys wasted no time pulling out their phones, debating which place had the best pizza near campus. Meanwhile, I focused on getting my stuff in order. I popped open the first box, pulling out my bedding and tossing it onto the bare mattress. It wasn’t much, but it would make the room feel a bit more like home.

"Where should we put the TV?" Sunghoon asked, peering into the box labeled “electronics.”

"Uh, maybe on the desk for now?" I suggested, pointing to the spot where I planned to set up my laptop and speakers.

He nodded, lifting the TV out carefully. "This dorm’s actually not bad. Could’ve been a lot smaller."

"Yeah, it’s got potential," I agreed, unfolding the sheets and starting to make the bed. "Hopefully my roommate’s cool."

"You’ll be fine," Heeseung said, giving me a reassuring grin as he dropped another box onto the floor. "And if they’re not, well, you’ve got us."

"True," I replied, feeling a bit more at ease. With everything unpacked and the smell of pizza already making my stomach growl, I knew that whatever this year threw at me, I’d have my friends by my side.

Y/n's pov:

We arrived at the karaoke spot a little past 6 PM, the neon lights from the sign reflecting in the puddles on the sidewalk. The place was almost empty, which meant we had our pick of rooms. Giselle handled the payment while the rest of us made a beeline for the largest room available.

As soon as we settled in, Sohee took charge of the tablet, scrolling through song options. “Alright, who’s up first?” she asked, raising an eyebrow at me.

I grinned, grabbing one of the microphones. “I’m feeling like some throwbacks tonight.”

Yuqi, still nursing a bit of irritation from earlier, leaned back into the couch and waved her hand dismissively. “Go for it. Maybe you’ll pick something that doesn’t make my ears bleed.”

Challenge accepted. I picked a classic pop anthem, one that everyone knew but would never admit to loving. As soon as the intro played, the room filled with groans and laughter.

“No way! This song?” Chenle, who had somehow managed to weasel his way back into Yuqi's good graces, laughed as he grabbed another mic. “We’re doing this!”

The next few minutes were a blur of exaggerated dance moves, terrible but enthusiastic singing, and me doing my best pop star impression, much to everyone’s delight. By the time the chorus hit, even Yuqi was half-standing, shaking off whatever bad mood she’d been in.

When the song ended, we all collapsed into the couches, breathless from laughing so hard. Sohee reached for the bottle of soju we’d snuck in, pouring shots for everyone. “To terrible singing and even worse dancing!” she declared, raising her glass.

“To us!” I added, clinking my glass against hers before downing the shot.

The alcohol quickly added fuel to our already rowdy energy. Giselle put on a rap track, challenging everyone to keep up with the lyrics, which predictably ended in a mess of slurred words and hysterical laughter. Chenle, emboldened by the drinks, tried to do some freestyle, but ended up spouting absolute nonsense, which only made us laugh harder.

At one point, Yuqi stood up on the couch, swaying slightly but determined. “Okay, okay, I’m picking the next one!” She chose a rock song with a scream-along chorus, and the room exploded into chaotic noise, all of us yelling the lyrics at the top of our lungs.

Somewhere in the middle of all this, I found myself watching them—my friends, the people who somehow managed to make even the worst days feel okay. Giselle and Sohee were dueting on some sappy ballad, both too tipsy to care about hitting the right notes, and Chenle was trying to convince Yuqi to do a duet with him next, despite her exaggerated eye rolls.

As the night wore on, our voices grew hoarse and our energy started to wane. We wrapped things up with a slow, nostalgic song that had us all swaying together, arms linked and voices soft. The room was a mess of empty bottles and snack wrappers, but none of us cared.

“Alright, time to get this mess home,” I finally said, my voice thick with sleepiness as i grabbed the keys and tossed them to her “You’re the least drunk, so you get to drive.”

She caught the keys with a smirk. “You’re lucky I like you guys.”

We all piled back into the car, tired but happy, our voices hoarse but our hearts light. The night had been exactly what we needed—no plans, just us, and a little bit of chaos to make everything feel right.

Jake's pov

The smell of pizza hit us the moment the delivery guy handed over the boxes, and we all rushed back to the dorm room like a pack of hungry wolves. Sunoo was the first to dive in, grabbing a slice before the box even touched the desk.

“Hey, save some for the rest of us!” Jay protested, swatting at Sunoo’s hand, but it was too late—Sunoo was already munching away with a triumphant grin.

“Should’ve been quicker, Jay,” Sunoo teased through a mouthful of pepperoni.

We all gathered around, sitting wherever we could find space. Heeseung perched on the bed, Jay and Sunghoon claimed the desk chairs, and Niki somehow managed to find a spot on the floor between two boxes.

As we started devouring the pizza, the room buzzed with chatter. Niki, never one to stay quiet for long, started roasting Sunghoon about his inability to fold a slice properly. “Dude, are you eating pizza or making a mess? Look at that—half the toppings are on the floor!”

Sunghoon rolled his eyes, but couldn’t help laughing. “I’m just enjoying it my way, okay? Let me live.”

“You might be enjoying it, but the floor sure isn’t,” Jungwon chimed in, pointing at the stray pieces of pepperoni scattered around Sunghoon’s feet.

Jay, always ready with a comeback, leaned over and mock-whispered to Heeseung, “Remind me to never let Sunghoon eat in my car. I’ll find pizza in places I didn’t even know existed.”

“You guys are relentless,” Sunghoon groaned, but he was laughing too, finally giving in and folding his slice like the rest of us.

After a while, the conversation shifted to my mysterious roommate, who was still MIA. “So, what’s the deal with your roommate?” Niki asked, leaning back against the wall. “Think they’re cool?”

“I have no idea,” I admitted, pulling the sticky note out of my pocket. “They left this number, but I haven’t texted them yet. They could be some super chill person, or… I don’t know, a serial killer.”

“Let’s hope for the first one,” Heeseung said with a smirk, stealing another slice.

“I say we text them something weird,” Sunoo suggested, eyes twinkling with mischief. “Like, ‘Hey, I licked all the spoons in the kitchen. Can’t wait to meet you!’”

“Or, ‘Do you sleep with socks on or off? It’s important,’” Jay added, trying to keep a straight face.

I shook my head, laughing. “Yeah, no. I’m not about to start off this year with my roommate thinking I’m a psycho.”

“Too late, you’re hanging out with us,” Jungwon pointed out, causing everyone to burst into laughter.

We finished off the pizza in record time, and the energy in the room started to wind down. Heeseung stretched, yawning loudly. “Alright, I think it’s time to head out. Let Jake get some sleep before his roommate comes back and finds us all passed out on the floor.”

“Yeah, yeah,” I said, standing up and tossing the empty pizza boxes into the trash. “Thanks for helping with the move, guys. And for making sure my room didn’t stay quiet for too long.”

“Anytime,” Sunghoon replied, giving me a fist bump on his way out.

One by one, they all filtered out of the room, each giving their own version of a “good luck” or “don’t let the bedbugs bite,” leaving me with the mess to clean up.

As the door clicked shut behind the last of them, I stood there for a moment, the room suddenly feeling a lot quieter without all their voices. The bed was made, the boxes were mostly unpacked, and for the first time, this place was starting to feel like it could actually be home.

I sighed, grabbing my phone and looking at the sticky note one more time before saving the number under “Mystery Roommate.” Tomorrow, I’d find out if I was rooming with a future friend or the next great horror movie villain. Either way, I knew I’d survive—with a little help from my friends.

Third-Person POV

Y/n stumbled out of Giselle’s car, still laughing from something Chenle had said just before they pulled up to her building. The night air was cool against her flushed cheeks, and she waved lazily at her friends as they called out their goodbyes.

“Text us when you wake up!” Sohee yelled from the passenger seat, her voice slightly slurred.

“Or when you remember how to use your phone!” Yuqi added, leaning out the window with a playful grin.

Y/n blew them a kiss and turned to make her way inside, holding onto the stair railing a little more tightly than usual. The alcohol buzzed pleasantly in her veins, making everything feel just a bit more surreal. As she reached her floor, she paused for a moment, taking a deep breath to steady herself. The last thing she wanted was to wake up her new roommate on her first night back.

“Alright, stealth mode,” she whispered to herself, slipping her shoes off and tiptoeing down the hallway. The door to her dorm was slightly ajar, a quiet reminder that she wasn’t alone in the space anymore. She nudged it open carefully and slipped inside, closing it behind her as quietly as possible.

The dorm was dark and silent. She could make out the outline of boxes and furniture in the living area, evidence that her roommate had moved in earlier in the day. Y/n moved slowly, her footfalls light as she navigated to her room. Once safely inside, she flopped onto her bed with a sigh, not even bothering to change out of her clothes. The room spun a little as she closed her eyes, but she smiled, thinking of the night’s antics. Within moments, she was fast asleep.

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The next morning, Y/n woke up with a groan, the light filtering through her curtains far too bright for her pounding head. She squinted at her phone, trying to make sense of the notifications that had piled up overnight.

“Ugh, I need water,” she mumbled, sitting up slowly. The room tilted slightly as she got to her feet, and she winced as the hangover fully hit her. Shuffling out of her room, she completely forgot about her new roommate as she made a beeline for the kitchen.

But as she rounded the corner, she froze.

Standing by the kitchen counter, casually sipping a cup of coffee, was Jake. His hair was tousled from sleep, and he was wearing nothing but a pair of gray sweatpants that hung low on his hips. The sight caught Y/n completely off guard, and she felt her face heat up in an instant.

Jake looked up, his eyes meeting hers just as she registered what she was seeing. He raised an eyebrow in surprise, clearly not expecting to see her either.

“Morning,” he said, his voice still thick with sleep.

But Y/n didn’t reply. Instead, she turned on her heel and hurried back to her room, closing the door behind her with a soft thud. She leaned against it, heart racing, her mind replaying the scene over and over.

“Okay, what just happened?” she whispered to herself, feeling the blush spread across her cheeks. Without wasting another second, she grabbed her phone and opened her group chat, fingers flying across the screen.

Before she could send another text, there was a soft knock on her door, pulling her attention away from her phone. Her heart skipped a beat as she glanced at the door, biting her lip. She had a feeling she knew who it was.

“Hey, um, Can we talk for a sec?” Jake’s voice came through the door, sounding a bit hesitant.

Y/n’s breath caught in her throat. She stared at the door, phone still in hand, wondering if she should respond… or if it was better to pretend she wasn’t there at all.

[asraxfile]

(G)I-DLE reacting to you being an idol !!

⁺. ⊹˚₊ ₊·(੭ · ˕ · )੭‧* pairing gidle ot6 x fem!reader genre fluff warnings mentions of collapsing on stage, wardrobe malfunction, kissing, established relationship

Soyeon 소연

I'm certain she would make 100 songs with you even if you two keep them private

She's just so proud of you😭🫶

Wouldn't mind the dating rumors if they happen but also not that open about your relationship

I feel like she would love you even more because you two would understand each other's work and that sometimes you won't have time to be together as much

You inspire and motivate her to keep going

She's obsessed with your stage presence and her eyes are only focused on you

When you get an award at MAMA awards or on Golden disk awards she immediately stands up and claps at your award cause she knows you deserve it

She's almost more nervous for you before YOUR performance than for her own

Miyeon 미연

Literally a cutie🎀🎀

I think that Miyeon would be open about your relationship, she wouldn't care about the rumors cause if you two love each other that's what matters

Would make 100 tiktoks with you while being shy dancing to your songs

Also really proud of you

She would sing your songs on weverse lives like all the time

Isn't afraid to atleast kiss your cheek when in public

loves to be a co-MC with you

before revealing your relationship she would leave some clues in the photos of her insta acc that she's with you

Minnie 민니

This woman is so in love with you and falls even more when you make her a song

If you ever collapse on stage or have health issues she would be dead worried </3

She tries to make songs in your group style to feel a little closer to you

She would like Soyeon be 50/50 open abt your relationship but nothing too much, she would go more on the private side

always watches your fancams, performances and interviews when she's far away from you

she's your biggest support and loves all of your talents

sees you as someone she can learn a lot from and also someone she can love and support

Soojin 수진

out of all members she would be the least open about your relationship

but even then she always finds time for you and she makes you dance with her

she gets so shy when you two are together with other groups on stage waiting to announce the winner and makes short glances at you

if you ever have wardrobe malfunction on stage she would look calm but on the inside she's actually really worried and also angry at the stylists for giving you that outfit

your voice is so comforting for her and she would listen to you before she falls asleep

she may not be good with words but she would definitely give you the biggest hug and a kiss on cheek after stressing over your performance

loves you smm <33

Yuqi 우기

really open about your relationship and she is not afraid to confront those who complain about idols being in a relationship

NOBODY IS GONNA TOUCH YUQI'S GF 👎👎

She also makes you make 100 songs with her and learn dance trends on tiktok

gets flustered and all red when you have a more of a mature performance

she's literally your other half and you two support each other so much

her members roll their eyes in annoyance everytime she mentions your name because she talks about you like 24/7

Shuhua 슈화

she would give signs about your relationship but not confirm it

loves the fact that she can improve while learning a lot of things from you and also love you like never

Blasts your songs at her dorm late at night

never forgets to encourage you and send you warm words so that you don't feel overwhelmed

she would also talk a lot about you to her other members, mostly to Soyeon and Miyeon

when cameramen show her reaction at your performance, she would always makes a "That's my gf" face cause she's so proud and in love with you

literally the biggest simp for you🤧🤧

[lionwin]

★ Stay with me : Song yuqi x fem!reader

— “ stay with me, ‘cause i don’t want you to leave. ”

💤 warning : a bit of homophobia from yuqi’s parents, making out & hickeys mentioned, highschool sweethearts, sneaking around, fluff.

word count : 734 words ⭑

yn and yuqi had been dating for a while, only a few people knew about it, including yn and yuqi’s friends, and yn’s parents. The reason as to why the two of them werent fully out yet was - to put it bluntly, because of yuqi’s parents. They had always spoken to yuqi about coming home with the man of her dreams and raising a family with a man whom truly deserved her, what they didn’t take into account was that their daughter neither wanted a family nor did she want to he with a man.

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yn arrived at yuqi’s house, she texted her that she was there and after a few minutes she noticed some shuffling through the window of her girlfriend’s bedroom.

yn looked around a bit to make sure that no one saw as she entered through the backdoor of yuqi’s house, as soon as she stepped inside, she was immediately greeted with a pair of arms being wrapped around her; the familiar smell of her girlfriend’s shampoo filling her senses. “h-hey–” “I missed you..” yuqi muttered, her voice though deep, was soft.

the tone of her girlfriend’s voice along with how clingy she was being with her, yn couldn’t help but let out an endearing chuckle, fingers running through her hair. “I missed you too.” yn said with a similiar soft voice.

the lovers went to yuqi’s room, making sure to lock the door as the two made their way onto yuqi’s bed, the same bed where they had done so much together, watch movies, shower each other with affection, sleep together and have heated make out sessions - all without the knowledge of yuqi’s parents.

yuqi pushed yn down into the bed before straddling her waist, she leaned in and began to prep kisses all over her girlfriend’s body, her cheeks, her lips, the tip of yn’s nose - basically anywhere she could kiss, she did. Yuqi pulled back just enough to get a clear view of yn, seeing how flushed she was and how she looked as if she was under yuqi’s spell - it was almost too much for yuqi to bare.

“.. stop looking like that,” The deeper voice muttered as the girl beneath her tilted her head slightly. “like what?” “like you’re undressing me with your eyes.” she muttered.

the rest of the night went by as the two continued to show just how much they meaned to one another, at the end - the two ended up with their shirts on the ground and yuqi getting a few new hickeys all over her body, from her neck to her collarbones to her chest. she for sure needed to cover up before her parents saw.

they laid next to each other under the covers, panting slightly as yuqi curled up against yn, arms once again wrapping tightly around her girlfriend, as if she was going to disappear if her grip had loosened even just the slightest bit.

soon, the comfort of the night faded away, the sun beginning to rise as it shined through the blinds of yuqi’s windows. yn sat up, looking down only to find her girlfriend still seemingly sound asleep. she looked at her phone, 7:41 am. Her girlfriend’s parents were gonna wake up soon to check up on yuqi, at that thought yn began to get up only to feel her girlfriend pull her back by her wrist.

yn turned to the girl who was already looking at her, eyes almost pleading as she spoke in that deep voice that you adored, her tone soft - almost vulnerable. “.. stay.” yuqi muttered. “but your parents.. t-they might–” “i don’t care about what my parents think.. j-just stay with, please?.. I don’t want you to leave.” yn looked at her, seeing her girlfriend’s pleading eyes - it was hard for her to say no.

“.. alright then,” yn muttered as she got back into bed beside yuqi. “thank you.. i love you.” the chinese said as she rested her head back on her girlfriend’s chest. “.. i love you more.” yn whispered, pressing a soft kiss on the top of yuqi’s head as they went back to sleep.

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To say that the confrontation with yuqi and her parents once they saw their daughter with another girl in bed whom they have never met before was awkward to say the least - but hey, at least her girlfriend was with her the entire time, holding her hand under the dinner table.