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panda-writes-kpop · 1 year ago

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Dreamcatcher - Reaction to Reader Having A Sinus Infection/ Cold (Requested!)

a/n: two posts in less than a week???? who is this more motivated panda??? jk i'm trolling myself but i really wanted to have the two requests done in the same week. also happy jiu day!!! here's to the hope that her fic won't come out three weeks late! :] ❤️

tw: gruesome descriptions of a cold, food mentions, my brain went brrr when it got to Dami's section so hers is longer

related fic: le sserafim's version

♡ Masterlist ♡

Prompt: You swear you didn’t feel this terrible yesterday. All you had was a bit of congestion and a scratch in your throat. Today, when you woke up, you could barely lift your head off of the pillow due to the congestion in your head. You were sure that you had enough snot to fill a trash can within your two nostrils. All you wanted to do was lay down and rest, but the ding of your phone causes you to lift your head again.

My Love: Do you mind if I come over? I miss you :(

You text her back with what you think is a comprehensible answer, and you rest your head against the pillow.

The next moment you’re awake, your girlfriend is sitting right next to you. So much for self-isolation.

“Darling, I’m here for you.”

JiU’s voice and gentle touch pulls you out of your slumber. You sniffle for a bit as she starts to rub your arm in a comforting manner.

“I can tell you’re sick,” She frowns for a moment before softly smiling to herself, “and I’m going to try to help you. What do you need from me?”

You cough into your elbow before sitting up in bed.

“You could cuddle with me, if you don’t mind getting sick?” You joke to yourself before seeing JiU move to your side. “I’m joking, please don’t make yourself sick-"

“If it’ll help you feel better, it’s worth the risk.” She wraps her arms around you as you gently pull her into the bed.

“I always feel better when you’re with me, Minji.”

A stuffed animal to the head isn’t an ideal way to wake up, but it sucks more when you’re sick and your sinus headache flares up immediately.

“You’ve been sick for days, and you didn’t text me earlier?” SuA scoffs as you toss the stuffed animal to the side.

“I would’ve, but I was afraid of that sort of reaction.”

“C’mon, I’m your girlfriend! I can take care of you when you need me. You do the same for me when I need you most.” SuA looks disappointed, and you sigh to yourself.

“Alright, Nurse Bora, you can take care of me. But don’t take it as an excuse to rearrange my whole apartment-” You state as she laughs happily.

“I won’t, I promise! You won’t regret this.” SuA gives you a big hug, which tackles you further into the bed.

“Is this supposed to be healing?” You joke.

“Is it working?”

“Oddly enough, it is.”

“Babe, wake up.”

You rub your eyes before looking over at Siyeon.

“Siyeon-ah?” You croak out before she shushes you.

“I saw the tissues and the medicine on the counter. It doesn’t take a genius to figure out what’s wrong,” She looks around in her bag for a moment, “but it does take a genius for me to remember my gift for you.”

Siyeon continues to dig in her bag as you grab your water.

“Siyeon, it’s okay, I’m just happy that you’re here with me,” You try to reach out to her with your hand, but she’s preoccupied, “Siyeon?”

Siyeon pauses for a moment, blinks twice, before gently placing her hand on her forehead.

“I forgot your care package at the dorms, I’m so sorry-”

You go to grab Siyeon’s hand, and you successfully do so before tumbling out of bed.

Siyeon laughs as she lays on top of you, apparently you pulled her down with you, and you find yourself doing the same.

“Feel better?” She smiles at you.

“I do.”

You wake up, alone, and you attempt to reach for your phone, but it’s not there anymore. You fumble in the dark for a few moments before a soft light appears next to you. Handong (who looks absolutely beautiful in the light) sits next to you.

“Sorry, love, your phone was almost dead and I wanted to make sure it was charged for you.” Handong adjusts the light as you cough and sit up in bed. “I wasn’t sure you were in the mood for company.”

“I’d rather have you here.” You weakly say. “Thanks for coming.”

“Good, because if you asked me to leave, I would’ve stayed in your living room until you passed out from exhaustion or fell asleep.”

“Geez, Handong, it’s like you’re obsessed with me or something. What a perv~” You chuckle as she scoffs before lightly smacking you. “Wow, hurt the ill. Way to prove a point.”

“Glad you’re feeling better.” She smiles before rubbing your shoulder. “You deserved that, by the way.”

“I disagree, you’re so mean to me.” You whine before laughing alongside her.

"Hey Siri!”

You raise your head, checking for Yooh’s phone, before burying your head back into a pillow.

“She’s not here.” You mumble to yourself.

Yoohyeon calls out to her phone, again, before opening the door to your room.

“Have you seen my phone?” She asks as you rise from your bed.

“No, I don’t think you’ve been in here. I would've woken up earlier if you had been.”

“Oh, you’re totally right!” She closes the door for a moment before opening it again. “I bought a few things from the store, and I’m going to order food when I can find my phone. Just stay in bed until you feel better, and I’ll bring you everything, alright?”

“Yooh, it’s okay, I can get out of bed.” You try to pull off the covers, but Yoohyeon’s disapproving glare causes you to stay in bed.

“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you… once I find my phone.” She sighs to herself before facing away from the door. “Hey Siri!”

You’re happy to have Yoohyeon as a caretaker since you know she’ll take good care of you once her affairs are in order, of course.

Before you rise out of bed, you pull the mysterious, foreign (wet?) object from your face. When you realize that it’s a washcloth, you put it back onto your face. Laying down with that thing on your head feels like the best thing possible, since it helps relieve your headache.

Unfortunately, the drainage from your nose prevents you from completely lying down. You suffice for a half-up, half-down method of lounging before reaching for your phone.

Your hand meets a glass of water before your phone, and you happily drink from it as you are provided with some temporary relief from your sore throat. You wonder who did all of this… you didn’t text anyone, did you?

When you get to your phone, you notice multiple missed calls and messages from Dami.

My Love: I’ll be over in a few minutes, I need to grab a few things from the dorm.

Are you alright? You haven’t answered me yet.

One of your work friends texted me that you called out sick, so I’m guessing that you’re resting. If you see this, I’ll be there when you wake up.

“Dami, honey, where are you?” You call out to her before coughing.

“I’m in the living room, darling. Do you want me to come in?” Dami asks from the other side of the door. “I came in earlier to put a washcloth on your face since you were running a fever, and then I grabbed water in case you wanted it.”

“You can come in, if you want.” You set the water down as Dami opens the door. “Thanks for the water and the washcloth.”

“I don’t mind helping you out since it looked like you needed it.” She says before a light smile breaks out onto her face. “Sorry, I didn’t mean it like that.”

“Thanks, Dami,” You sit up fully and readjust the washcloth, “I appreciate the sentiment. Hopefully, you weren’t busy before you came over.”

“I wanted to see you, anyway. How are you feeling?”

“Not great, but I’m managing. I get these sinus infections every year.” You shrug to yourself. “They’re terrible, but after a day or two off of work, I’ll be back to myself… mostly.”

She smiles to herself before looking you over again.

“If there’s anything you need, at all, I can get it for you.”

“Thanks, love, I appreciate it.” You say before Dami closes the door and leaves you to get more rest.

“Why did you text me? I'm right here next to you.” Gahyeon grumbles for a moment before turning to face you. “Listen, I know you're upset with me for getting you sick, but I'll make it up to you-”

“-with hugs and kisses and lots of affection?” You force your cutest expression as she tries to hold back her laughter.

“I was going to offer to pay for dinner, but I can go for the free option if you would like.” She wraps her arms around you after you pull her closer. “I'm really sorry, babe, I didn't mean to get you sick after you took care of me.”

“It was worth it, seeing you so happy. I'd do it all over again for you.” You say before covering your mouth for an incoming cough.

“You're so sweet,” She blushes as she mumbles into your chest, “and I love you so much.”

You hear her sniffle as you chuckle to yourself.

“I love you too, every bit of you. And you don't need to apologize for getting me sick, I was probably infected before I came over to your place.”

You both laugh as your ailment drifts toward the back of your mind, at least until you feel the urge to sneeze.

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ot7stan4life · 2 years ago

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It’s Not Wrong

Dreamcatcher (OT7) x Female Reader

(1 part - ongoing ⚠️)

Word Count: 8,980

Summary: As the 8th member of Dreamcatcher, you struggle with your growing attraction towards your members, because, in your mind, loving seven different people isn’t natural and couldn’t possibly be considered acceptable by any normal human being… so why would they be okay with it?

“It- it’s wrong.”

“You love us, how is there anything wrong with that?”

Warnings: angst, brief mentions of homophobia, mild sexual content

The audience's excited screams echoed around the arena as we all waved our goodbyes, fading only when the lift lowered us beneath the stage, yet never leaving my mind completely. Even when our managers herded us into two separate black vans that would be taking us to a nearby hotel, the adrenaline pumping through my veins and the dull roar of what sounded like waves rushing in my ears from a night of being stimulated by loud music were permanent reminders of the performance we had just put on.

Kcon LA. It was a big deal for a group of our scale. And, after singing in front of a crowd of that size (one bigger than we had ever seen before), I could tell the members were feeling as elated as I was. If the way Bora pulled me down the hall when we arrived at the hotel and shoved me into our shared room with Minji and Siyeon following closely behind was anything to go off of, I'd guess I was about to experience what being on the receiving end of the dancer's excited energy entailed. I didn't know whether to be excited myself or utterly terrified.

Luckily I was able to convince them to let me have the first shower—which they only agreed upon under the promise that I would stay up to entertain them (not sure what that meant exactly, but I was honestly too afraid to ask)—and immediately took the first chance I got to slip into the bathroom before any chaos ensued. Just fifteen minutes later, my sore muscles had been soothed by the warm water and I was drying off, finally allowing myself to wind down for the night. My conflicting feelings for the members had really been getting to me lately, but I was thankful our busy schedule helped keep my mind off of it.

Though, I had a feeling those emotions would become unavoidable sooner rather than later when I realized I forgot to grab a change of clothes from my suitcase. Even more unfortunately, the only towels in the bathroom were borderline too small to cover all of my... assets.

Fantastic.

Wrapping the towel around me as best as I could, I crossed my fingers hoping the members occupying the hotel room had left to get some food or weren't paying attention before I opened the door. Though, my luck ran short not even two steps out of the bathroom when Siyeon began cat-calling me.

"Yah, sexy," she shouted. I froze, looking over at her timidly. "Come over here. Don't be shy." The singer was clearly joking around, but that didn't stop me from blushing at her words.

"What?" Bora laughed at Siyeon's weird behavior. Seconds later, her curious head popped out from behind the wall where she had been sitting to see what the older woman was looking at. I wanted to strangle Siyeon the moment Bora's eyes widened at the sight of me. "Ooooh," she exclaimed, her eyes shamelessly raking over the bare skin my towel failed to cover while a smirk creeped onto her lips.

Attempting to ignore them, I walked further into the room in search of my suitcase. That only made things worse when Minji was finally able to see me and they all started making shocked and impressed noises. "Ooh, so sexy," Minji doted. My cheeks burned being the center of attention and feeling incredibly exposed.

"Omo, jagi," Bora started, "did you come to give us a show?"

My heart skipped a beat.

"Yah!" I shouted in surprise, stopping to look back at her. Actually seeing all of their eyes on me, confirming that they really had been staring this whole time, made my knees go weak. "I forgot to grab a change of clothes, alright?" My voice came out angry, but they caught the hint of a smile on my lips before I could hide it.

Bora started giggling. "Look at how embarrassed she is." Her finger pointed up at me as if they weren't all already looking.

Siyeon laughed, but Minji scolded, "Yah, leave her alone." I nearly fell for how caring the leader sounded, but then I noticed her eyes lingering for a second too long on my bare thighs. She was just as bad as them.

"Oh c'mon, you like it too, unnie," Siyeon said, "don't kill the fun."

"Yeah, the best part's just starting," Bora scooted to the edge of the bed. "I haven't even gotten to touch her yet." My eyes blew wide and I only had a split second to guard myself before the small woman launched from the bed and ran over to start groping me.

"Don't touch me!" I yelled. With one hand holding up my towel, I only had one left to try and block her attacks. This allowed the main dancer to get a few quick squeezes of my thighs and one of my ass over the towel before I ran to the other side of the room, out of her reach. "Stop it," I squealed as she chased after me.

Bora was all giggles while I was full on panicking—for several reasons. Before I could seek safety in the bathroom, the small woman stopped me halfway with a shove. Minji was yelling at us to not get hurt and Siyeon was just laughing as they watched the whole thing pan out. The atmosphere changed quickly though when Bora pinned me against the wall. Even with her being a head shorter than me, I still felt trapped. My pulse throbbed in my ears as I breathed heavily from both the running and the way Bora's small hands had felt against my bare skin.

Miraculously, I had managed to keep the towel on with one hand while the other held cautiously onto Bora as she stood on her tippy toes so that we were nearly face-to-face. Her hands were not as innocent, one at the base of my neck, teasingly traveling downwards while the other lay flat against my stomach, pushing my back into the wall. We were so close that her nose nearly brushed mine when she looked down, not-so-subtly admiring the curve of my breasts revealed by the towel. Her other hand traveled lower, getting a feel for the skin on the back of my thigh.

"You're not even going to give me a little peek?" She whispered just for us to hear, her fingertips dragging closer to what she really wanted to feel. I found my mind fixated on that word: me. It was no longer an us. She didn't care about playing it up for the others. No, it was just her who wanted it now.

Her eyes flicked up to mine, showing me the want deep within them as her fingers gripped the curve if my butt. "Unnie," I gasped, feeling at a loss for words. She had done this stuff plenty of times. The teasing, the flirting, even the ass-grabbing. She was Kim Bora after all. It was to be expected. What was not expected though was the hint of desperation I caught from her in that moment. If she happened to be feeling any fraction of what I had felt for her in the past two years, I knew she was searching for any sort of confirmation or reciprocation of her own feelings from me. And this felt like a confession.

I found myself involuntarily glancing down at her lips. So many countless nights I had spent imagining what they might feel like against mine, overwhelmed by an excited thrill wondering if she'd be just as aggressive in intimate moments as she was normally or if she'd break character, acting more calm and submissive. All these possibilities made my stomach burn and I knew I should stop before my arousal became evident on my thighs, but it was so hard to when she was looking at me like that.

The fact that her and I were not alone was a rude awakening the moment Minji appeared next to us, pulling Bora away just before either of us could lean in and do something we might regret later. Had I not known any better, I might've considered Minji's stern gaze and cocked jaw a sign of jealousy as she berated the younger member for touching me in such a way. But I did know better, brushing it off as merely her protectiveness required as our leader. With no shortage of fussing, the dancer eventually let in, giving me one final once-over before allowing me to grab my clothes and retreat to the bathroom.

When I was successfully clothed, I returned to the room to find the unnie line carrying on as if nothing had ever happened. It had me debating if it was all a dream, but the sting of Bora's firm grip on my sensitive skin still lingered, evidence enough of the encounter. After something like that, they normally wouldn't shut up about it, finding joy in teasing me for days on end. The unusual silence seemed strange. Still, it meant less embarrassment for me, so I gladly ignored it, settling down on the bed Bora was currently on the edge of.

About half an hour of casual conversation had passed between the four of us without anything eventful occurring. It wasn't until Bora started getting loopy from her increasing tiredness that things began to ramp up once more. I made the mistake of joking about her loud voice surely sending everyone in the audience home with hearing problems, resulting in her initiating a wrestling match between us on the bed. She griped at me for being such a 'brat,' grabbing and violently shaking any body part of mine that she could get ahold of.

I couldn't help but giggle uncontrollably at the sensation of her tiny hands pinching at my skin and how easy she was to offend, and now I was beginning to understand why Yoohyeon found it so fun to toy with her. Well, that is... until Bora landed on top of me, straddling my hips with a suddenly very different goal in mind. The abrupt change in mood had my body stilling completely under her. When I dared to meet her stare, I caught a glint of mischief in it that surely couldn't be leading anywhere good.

Like before, her hands pressed down on my stomach to keep my back flat against the bed. Tilting her head to the side, she looked down at me, raising her eyebrows up once before lowering them again. "Your move," she smirked, already conducting another one of her games that would surely end in chaos.

Looking to my left, I noticed Minji and Siyeon watching us with cautious eyes. There was this sort of rush it gave me, just like the concert, that dared me to continue. They had so often tested the boundaries of our relationships, so why couldn't I do the same? Knowing that it would surprise them made it seem that much more tempting. Now that I wasn't exposed and had been handed back the control, I wanted to give them a show.

So, without even considering the repercussions of my actions, I grabbed Bora's hips and pushed her over. She squealed in shock when I ended up on top of her, my body resting between her legs. "Your move." A satisfied smile formed on my lips when I heard the other two members let out mumbles of surprise. Bora didn't allow me to bask in my victory much longer, always insistent on one-uping me. She liked when I got like this more than she'd ever care to admit and was eager to take it a step further.

Her arms previously resting on my shoulders slithered up to my neck and with one firm tug, I was leaning over her, so close that I could feel her breath on my lips. Now I knew I was in over my head. Her beautiful features and her fingers intertwined around the back of my neck locking me into place made it difficult to breathe. Every spark, every chill, every heart flutter that she had ever made me feel resurfaced all at once and seared itself permanently into my chest. There was never any denying that I was attracted to her—I mean, look at her. Who wouldn't be?—but now, as I lost myself in the inescapable pull of her soft, brown eyes, there was absolutely no denying that I was in love with her.

"Your move," she whispered the softest whisper I had ever heard leave her mouth, never once looking away. Her eyes seemed to be communicating in ways that her words couldn't and the expectant, even hopeful look in them had me convinced this is exactly what she wanted.

So, I gave it to her.

The moment my lips met hers, time seemed to stand still. I felt her inhale, forcing her to press further up into me as her fingers tightened at the nape of my neck. My mind went completely blank finally feeling how silky and warm her lips were against mine. They were impossibly softer and her kiss gentler than I could've ever imagined. And I certainly wasn't counting on the fact that she wouldn't want to pull away, holding me there a few precious seconds longer than what I assumed normal.

After what felt like hours, she loosened her grip on my neck, letting me release her lips slowly. The loss of pressure elicited the sound of a light smack, sending an unexpected sensation of pleasure through my body. Her eyes fluttered open to meet mine, appearing dazed and intoxicated by the kiss. Within those few seconds, she granted me a look at the real Bora: the one beyond all the playful, unserious facades she put up. The one that was really as soft and vulnerable and desperate for love as the rest of us were. And knowing that she trusted me enough to give me a glimpse into her heart had me bearing my own for her to take claim of.

However, doubt was quick to take hold of my thoughts when Bora's eyes widened, concealing her initial reaction with an over-dramatic expression of shock. As she laughed incredulously before glancing to her left, I became all too aware of my surroundings. "Jinjja," she yelled, a smile of disbelief painting her lips. I followed her eyes, spotting Minji and Siyeon both mirroring her surprise, mouths drawn open and eyes blown wide.

The weight of my actions came crashing down, suffocating me with unavoidable feelings of regret and embarrassment. How did I really expect this to turn out anyways? Desperate to find an escape from their stares, I hid my face in Bora's neck, clutching her sides as if I could disappear into her.

"Can you believe her?" Bora played it up, pretending like she didn't kiss me back with just as much—if not more—conviction.

"I'm sorry," I mumbled ashamedly, but her neck muffled my voice. God, why didn't I think this through? Reluctantly pushing myself up, I looked down at her shyly. "I'm sorry," I repeated.

Bora paused, her smile faltering as she took in my humiliated expression. I almost thought she was going to reassure me, until a look of uncertainty crossed her own eyes. "Yah," she covered it up, her smile only growing, "look at how red her face is." She raised her hand to point a finger at me like she had done before and laughed. Though she didn't have much room to talk, a pink blush tinting her own cheeks.

"Unnie," I whined, rolling off of her to lay on my back and hide my face in my hands. When would this night ever end?

Following a few more jokes, Bora eventually stopped pestering me about it for the moment. Still, I couldn't ignore the knot that settled in my stomach with the uneasiness lingering in the air between us. Their reaction had been both expected and unexpected. Obviously I knew they'd be shocked, but the three oldest members struck me as the type that would encourage this sort of behavior. In the past I even caught myself wondering if any of them had shared a kiss in the privacy of the dorms out of genuine physical attraction or just pure curiosity. In my mind, it seemed more than probable given the fact that pursuing romantic relationships outside of the group wasn't exactly allowed as well as the inkling I had about at least a couple of the members having a preference for women. Yet, now with all of them appearing avoidant and standoffish after the kiss, I wasn't so sure.

Did I read them all wrong? Did I completely fabricate the concept of them being accepting of that sort of thing because of their touchy and flirtatious tendencies? Most of all though, did I entirely misjudge Bora's reactions to the entire thing?

After all this, I was beginning to think I didn't know anything at all.

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It was just a few days after we'd traveled back to Korea and I couldn't seem to sleep. Every time I closed my eyes, my mind replayed the kiss with Bora over and over again, encouraging me to over-analyze every single little detail. The prospect that I had crossed a major line was stressing me out, to say the least. Strangely, the whole thing also made me feel sad. That part confused me the most. Maybe I wanted her to tell me it was okay. Or maybe I wanted her to even admit that she liked it. But really, what could I expect her to say with the other two members watching? I wasn't completely oblivious to the fact that she wanted it, but even then, how could I be sure that it meant anything real to her? That it wasn't just playful?

Deciding that overthinking was doing me no good, I left my room and went into the kitchen. It was dark and quiet, the other members having gone to bed a couple hours ago. The dim lights on the bottom of the cabinets illuminated the area enough for me to find the handle of the fridge. When I opened it, bright, blue, artificial light came pouring out, forcing my eyes to squint as they adjusted. I wasn't feeling particularly hungry, but I needed something to satiate my mind. A bottle of water would surely suffice.

As I reached out for one, I felt a whoosh of air and the sensation of hands sliding across my hips from behind. My entire body went rigid as my mind instantly assumed the worst. Even though I had slowly grown used to the abundance of physical affection my members gave me, the timing and scenario had me in a momentary panic.

Before I was able to do anything drastic, arms snaked all the way around my waist and I felt a warm, feminine figure press against my back. "It's just me," the familiar voice of our group's main vocalist said softly near my ear as she rested her chin on my shoulder. I let out a breath of relief, resting my hands on top of hers that had found their way beneath the hem of my t-shirt. Though, it was less calming and more nerve-wracking given my growing attraction to the older woman.

Having her this close allowed more opportunities for embarrassment, or, in her case, teasing. Though, the feeling of her lips pressing gently to my cheek elicited less of a flustered feeling and more of a depressed one. The memory of Bora's response to my kiss suspended permanently in the forefront of my mind, preventing me the luxury of indulging in the idea that little touches like these were glimpses into a deeper truth.

I should've known all along that I'd never be able to have what I truly wanted—never be able to fulfill my heart's deepest desire—but that reality hurt too much now that it had finally revealed itself. Obviously I knew I couldn't have all of them. Giving your heart to two different people with the promise of sharing it equally was arguably unrealistic, so offering it up to seven with that same promise was absolutely absurd. Still, I tried to hold out hope for as long as possible. And the way they all seemed to reinforce their feelings for me on a daily basis only made that hope grow at an alarming rate. How was I supposed to stop my wishful thinking when every thing they did confirmed that it could be a possibility?

"Couldn't sleep?" Siyeon asked, grounding me.

I sighed, feeling exhausted by my emotions, and finally allowed myself to lean back into her welcoming embrace, ignoring the way my heart fluttered at her warmth. "Yeah."

Siyeon unraveled one of her arms from around me to close the fridge door. Missing my opportunity to grab a water didn't bother me as much as it might've had I not gotten a little nauseous from the sickening pain my thoughts brought on. Even though she seemed to be enjoying this quiet moment between us, Siyeon slowly spun me around in her arms. I didn't meet her eyes, anticipating the questioning that would surely follow my admission.

"Jagi," her fingers reached up to brush a hair out of my eyes. "What's wrong?" she said in such a way that had me believing for a split second that she might know what I was going through, but the thought fleeted almost instantly. There's no way she could've.

"Nothing," I replied simply, though even I knew it didn't sound convincing. Clearly it wasn't nothing, but I had already made up my mind that talking to her about it (or any of them, for that matter) would do no good. It's not like she could fix everything and magically make the members fall for me like I'd fallen for them.

Her hand rested on my cheek and she spoke carefully, "I can tell it's not nothing." The tone of her voice compelled me to finally glance up at her.

The look in her eyes was all-too-familiar to me. She worried for her members, sometimes too much, because she cared for us so deeply. And this look told me she knew something was wrong and wouldn't be leaving until it was made right again. It truly was one of the things I loved most about her—her undying protectiveness for her loved ones—but now I was growing to dread it. Fear it, even. Because she had me dangling off the edge of admitting it all to her right there, one slip away from slinging my arms over her shoulders and letting her hold me as I shed every last tear I had stored inside of me.

"It's nothing serious, really." I looked down with a forced smile, hoping she'd just let it go. Though, deep down, there was this desperate cry inside of me, begging for her to continue prodding until I had no other option but to spill everything. All I needed was that one final shove off the cliff to get these unbearable secrets off my chest.

"Y/NN," she said sadly, rubbing her thumb across my cheek. "Is this about the kiss?" Her question made my heart grow ten times heavier in my chest and my eyes darted up to meet hers in surprise. How did she know?

"What, no! Of course not," I rushed out, feeling much too exposed for my own liking. If anything, I was preparing to explain the entire situation to her myself—if I did end up caving. I never could've expected her to know precisely what was bothering me. It made me feel ridiculous. Did I really make it that obvious? But Siyeon wasn't looking at me in a degrading or amused way. In fact, the look in her eyes was so frighteningly sympathetic and understanding that I was almost totally convinced she might even be struggling with the same sort of dilemma. At the thought that I wasn't alone in my suffering, my nose started burning, warning of oncoming tears threatening to fall and expose everything I've tried so tirelessly to conceal. Did she really understand?

"Oh, jagi," Siyeon frowned when she noticed my eyes turn glassy and my bottom lip quiver. The reality that the kiss I was crying over probably meant nothing to anyone else but me made me feel pathetic, yet Siyeon never once seemed to judge me. "Come here," she said, giving me no possible option to refuse her offer of consolation. I obeyed anyways as she gently guided me over to the couch, losing all strength to refuse once the onset of my breakdown approached.

The back of my thighs barely touched the cushions before the older member was pulling me into her chest. That was enough to crack through the dam stifling my endless pool of tears, and now there was nothing to keep them from flowing freely. "It's okay," Siyeon cooed softly, rubbing my back in soothing circles as I cried into her shirt. "I know. It's okay," she reassured and repeated the same phrase over again for the next few minutes, allowing me plenty of time to get everything out.

When the tears began to subside, sobs dwelling to quiet sniffles, Siyeon turned to grab something. I sat up and watched as she pulled a tissue from a box on the coffee table. Without saying anything, she turned to hold my chin and started wiping the tears off my cheeks. As I watched her face, the noticeable shiny glint in her eyes and the way her jaw clenched while she took in my (probably pitiful) appearance hinted that she was likely fighting back tears of her own. Guilt twisted in my gut knowing that I was being selfish burdening her with my pain and not even considering the hurt it might have caused her to see me in such a state.

"I'm sorry," I croaked out, grabbing her wrist.

Siyeon halted her actions, eyes flicking up to mine. "Don't apologize." Her voice was firm, but not angry. "Especially for this."

I shook my head. Why did she have to be so selfless? "You should be sleeping right now, not having to deal with this," I motioned to myself.

She put the tissue down and grabbed my hands, pulling me closer to her. "If you really think I could sleep peacefully right now knowing how you feel, then you must not know me that well." A gentle smile pulled at her lips and her voice softened, "I'd do this every night in a heartbeat if that's what you needed." The sincerity in her words had me on the brink of tears once more. There was no doubt in my mind that she meant every word she said.

I pouted. "Quit it," I mumbled, letting go of her hand to shove her shoulder. "You're gonna make me cry again." My words had her laughing. Feeling a bit more relieved after shedding some of the tears I had bottled up, I was able to laugh with her.

As our laughter died down, Siyeon leaned into me, showing off her beautiful smile. I admired it, feeling a swell of pride in my heart knowing I was the cause of it. It was honestly kind of unbelievable. Here I was, interrupting her sleep and ruining her shirt, yet I was also somehow the one making her laugh and bringing her joy. How could I be so lucky to find myself on the receiving end of such unconditional love? And how could I possibly consider myself deserving after feeling like such a burden?

Siyeon's forehead met mine, drawing me from my thoughts. As if the contact allowed her to hear my thoughts, she caressed my cheek and washed my worries away with three simple words. "I love you." It came out as a whisper, almost like she was telling me a secret. That stubborn spark of hope that I had tried so hard to stomp out the past few days ignited while we shared a moment staring into each other's eyes. The absolute last thing I needed right now was another intimate moment that I'd spend hours on end reading too much into—considering how that ended up with the whole Bora thing—but I could already feel my heart clutching onto those words and savoring the loving look in her eyes as if they were the blood that kept it pumping.

A breath unevenly slipped past my lips when Siyeon finally pulled away, giving me space. I relaxed back into the couch, straightening myself out and staring down at my hands in my lap to avoid her gaze. She shifted, angling her body and propping her head up with her elbow on the back of the couch to look at me.

"So," she trailed off, "do you want to talk about it?" Her voice was delicate, like she was afraid she'd speak too loud or say the wrong thing that would send me into another breakdown or scare me off entirely.

I hummed in indecision while I distracted myself, playing with the two adjustable strings dangling from the waistband of my sweatpants. The longer I debated it, the more I started to doubt how Siyeon would actually react. What if she just assumed I liked Bora? Or what if she doesn't think it's that at all? How would she really feel if I told her I was in love with seven different people? Any normal person would think I was insane.

Her right hand cut my thoughts short, laying on top of both of mine to stop my fidgeting. "What if I start?" she offered when I made eye contact with her.

I couldn't be sure what she possibly had to say, but, in my mind, it seemed like a better option than going first. So I agreed. "Okay," I swallowed thickly, suddenly feeling the nerves creeping back in. Now I was regretting not grabbing that bottle of water.

Siyeon released her head from her left hand and sat up straight, using both hands to grab one of mine and started softly pinching the back of it. I just hoped she didn't notice how cold my fingertips had gotten or the goosebumps that riddled my skin. "I think I have an idea of what you're going through, and I don't ever want you to feel like you have to hide this from us."

The words hit me all at once and the racing thoughts that followed were overwhelming. I was so busy trying to figure out what she thought she knew, I couldn't even appreciate how sweet her words were. She seemed to hit the nail on the head, but what she said could've applied to almost anything. There was still no way she could've known I was in love with all of them, let alone one of them.

I found myself struggling to respond. "But, this is..." my eyebrows furrowed as I focused my attention on the couch under us, face flushing at the idea of giving away too much. "This is different."

"I know," she responded immediately, as if she expected that exact reply out of me, drawing my eyes up to her. "I see the way you look at us," her voice was cautious but it didn't stop my pulse from racing, "and how you react when we touch you." Oh god, I was so obvious.

I couldn't help but feel embarrassed and panicked all at the same time. "Unnie-"

"It's okay," she cut me off, placing her hand on my waistband. "You don't have to be shy," she whispered, scooting closer. The proximity had me burning up. I had to turn my head away from her in order to focus my thoughts.

Alarm bells were ringing in my mind, alerting me that my secret had been found out. But which one? She couldn't know the whole truth, could she? No. She had to be talking about my attraction to women. "It's-" I hesitated. Was I really ready to tell her? "It's not just that." An unsteady breath left my mouth.

"Jagi, I know. We know," she emphasized. "Maybe the younger members haven't made it as obvious, but surely you've seen the way we look at you, too."

...there's no way. I must've misheard...

"I thought our flirting made it pretty obvious," Siyeon said lowly, slipping her hand under my shirt to rub her fingers against my stomach, but I was unable to react to any of it.

"You flirt with everyone," I mumbled subconsciously, my brain slowly breaking down in its spastic attempt to process everything hitting me at once. She knew.

Her warm laugh filled the room, momentarily startling me out of my mental breakdown, "okay, fair point." Right about now, I was ready to wake up in bed and realize this entire thing was a dream. It even felt like one when I started to get lightheaded. Siyeon leaned in even closer, fingers dipping dangerously below my waistband, inches away from turning this moment into something exponentially more intimate. "But it's different with you," she whispered, making the skin under her hand burn as a fire began to flare up between my legs.

My mind wouldn't give in, refusing to let me accept this as reality and bask in it like I'd wanted to for so long. It all felt wrong. She shouldn't even know, let alone be okay with it, let alone confirm my delusions??? This wasn't right. Where was the lack of acceptance, the judgement, the disgust? No normal person reacted this way. She couldn't actually mean it.

I tilted my head up, searching her eyes frantically for any sign of dishonesty. "How are you so okay with this?" I asked in disbelief. "It's unnatural. Y-you should be freaked out by it!" I stuttered as I felt the emotion choking me up again.

"It's not unnatural at all," Siyeon said, voice laced with sadness once she started to realize how I felt. "And why would I be freaked out by it?" How could you not be? How is it not unnatural?

How could you be so accepting of something that I've hated myself for feeling for the last two years?

"It- it's wrong, Siyeon," I whispered, a single tear sliding down my cheek.

In the blink of an eye, she was grabbing my chin and wiping the sadness away. "You love us," she emphasized softly, staring into my eyes, "how is there anything wrong with that?"

Those words made my heart clench painfully in my chest. They were ones that I needed to hear all along, ones that I should've been telling myself this whole time, but they were also ones that my mind still rejected, over and over again. I looked down. "But what would someone think if they found out?"

"No one has to know except for us. And it wouldn't matter anyways." Siyeon shook her head, closing her eyes for a moment as if looking for the right words to say. When she opened them again, I saw a universe of stars in them as specs of light bounced off their now teary exterior and I felt an equally limitless amount of love radiating from them. "All that matters is that you're happy. That we're happy. And I won’t let anything get in the way of that."

I stayed silent, really, truly allowing myself to soak in her words. She was right. Even my mind couldn't argue with that one. The ultimate goal was to be happy. To make them happy. Why would I possibly refuse when that happiness was right at the tip of my fingers?

Choking back my tears, I tried to keep my hopes low and remain realistic. "How do you even know it's really what the other members want?" I whispered weakly, no longer caring if I sounded insecure. All my cards were out on the table now, there was no point in trying to hide from her any longer.

"Honestly, I don't for sure. That's something you'll have to figure out on your own." She frowned sympathetically. Regret was already starting to sneak in and the idea of being rejected or having to choose between any of them had my heart aching. "But, you know, Bora hasn't stopped talking about you since that night," Siyeon's lips turned up in amusement.

"What?" I blurted out.

"She's been acting like it didn't affect her, but I know it did. She just won't admit it out loud." Everything that came out of her mouth was sounding less and less believable by the second. Had Bora really been thinking about the kiss as much as I had? "And Minji," Siyeon let out a short chuckle, "Minji is so clearly jealous. It's funny how they try to act indifferent. It's pointless, really. They're so painfully obvious." Minji... was actually jealous?

For the sake of my rapidly and unrightfully inflating ego, I hoped Siyeon wasn't making all of this up. Although, the thought of Bora and Minji fighting over me had me feeling overwhelmingly hot and I was beginning to think this was gonna be way more than I could actually handle. I never prepared for this, because it so surely seemed like a massively far-fetched fantasy... yet here it was, very quickly becoming a reality.

Even faster than I realized when I dared to ask, "And you?"

"Me?" Siyeon smiled, leaning in again. I kept eye contact, heart beating unusually fast as her finger traced my jawline. "Honestly, I'm a little disappointed you gave Bora your first kiss." Her low tone of voice left me feeling dizzy. I couldn't even say anything, frozen like a deer in headlights. Taking advantage of my stillness, she scooted even closer, making it hard to breathe. "Mm," she hummed, her lips ghosting over mine, "you really do get nervous around me, don't you?" She smirked and I subconsciously squeezed my thighs together, clenching my jaw in an attempt to distract my mind from the way she was making me feel.

My silence was enough confirmation for her, giving her the last final push to lean in. All the oxygen was sucked out of my lungs at the sensation of her lips meeting mine. I had been waiting for this moment for so long and somehow I still wasn't prepared for it to actually happened. With Bora, it was short-lived and I had been the one to initiate it. But with Siyeon, her own control and choices were variables that I could've never even considered. And the concept that she started this and that she was kissing me out of her own want made this feel so much better than I ever thought it could. The way she kissed me slowly, savoring every single second, and cherishing the taste and feeling of my lips against hers.

I could tell she was feeling the same when I backed away for a second to catch my breath and she was quick to chase my lips. I held onto her shirt as her hands clutched the sides of my face possessively, her thumbs resting on my jawline. I could feel her staggered breathing against my skin—telling me her heart was racing—while her lips captured mine over and over again in a mind-numbing rhythm. Now I was beginning to think her description of Minji more accurately suited herself. It seemed like Siyeon was jealous of Bora and couldn't wait until she finally got her turn to claim me as her own.

Eventually though, air became a problem, causing her to release my lips. I grabbed her hands that were holding my face while we both fought to catch our breath. She looked down at me, instantly smiling when she saw how affected I was. I felt shy under her gaze and released her hands to plunge into her embrace. She held me tightly as I clutched the back of her shirt, laying my head on her shoulder. A small laugh escaped her mouth, "you're cute."

I whined into her shoulder, "I'm not cute."

"Oh, really?" She teased, the hint of a smile still evident in her voice.

I lifted my head to look at her, hoping it was dark enough so that she couldn't see the blush on my face. "Yeah really," I reciprocated her smile, staring her down and probably failing miserably at looking intimidating.

I watched as she dropped her hands to my waist and moved to rest mine around her neck. "Then prove it," she whispered, cocking her eyebrow in the most attractive way possible.

My stomach bubbled with nervous-excitement once I realized where this was probably leading. Trying to fight a smile, I bit my lip as my eyes darted down to her mouth. From my actions, her tongue swiped out over her own lips to wet them. Before she ever even gave me a chance to act, she was pushing me down onto the couch and taking her place on top of me. Her hand reached out to grab my chin and her thumb moved my bottom lip from my teeth.

"Don't do that," she said lowly in a way that made the pit of my stomach burn. "Unless you want me to do this." One of her hands made its way to the inside of my thigh and she squeezed down, making me gasp in surprise. She seized her opportunity to lean in and slip her tongue past my parted lips. The sensation of it swiping boldly across my own tongue had me clutching her neck for support, feeling myself growing slick just inches above where her hand was placed. I was so shocked that I couldn't do anything in return. I had absolutely no idea what I was supposed to do anyways.

She could probably feel my hesitance because she finished with a kiss and pulled back to look at me. I immediately felt the need to explain my tenseness, "I'm sorry, I don't know what to-"

"It's okay," she let out a small laugh and smiled at me. I avoided her eyes, a bit ashamed by my inexperience since she clearly seemed to know what she was doing. "Hey," she whispered gently, releasing my thigh and using her hand to turn my head to face her, "there's no reason to be embarrassed." Her eyes looked so caring in that moment and I wondered how someone could be so perfect.

I smiled, feeling more shy by the second. "I know, I've just never done this before and you clearly have, so I felt the need to-"

She cut off my rambling, "Hey, hey. I know, it's okay," she laughed, finding my nervousness endearing. Her hand started combing through my hair while she waited for me to relax again. "I have to admit, I'm regretting dating that girl in high school right now because the idea of experiencing all of your firsts with you sounds really fucking romantic," she let out a laugh again, and I couldn't stop the massive grin on my face. Now I was convinced she was actually perfect... or a mind-reader, because she knew exactly what to say to make me fall even harder for her. Before she could continue, I pulled her down to steal a kiss. That seemed like a better way to express how I felt about what she said anyways. Plus, it made her laugh happily and steal another kiss back.

Once she was satisfied, she released my lips to finish what she wanted to say. "But now I'm starting to think the idea of me teaching you is way hotter," she said seriously. I laughed lightly, grateful she could so easily make my nerves go away.

"You want to be my teacher?" I teased, raising my hand to brush my thumb against her thick, bottom lip. She leaned into my touch, her lips parting and her nose grazing mine as she struggled to restrain herself. My throat went dry when an intimidating look flashed across her eyes. It was way more satisfying than I expected seeing her have such a visceral reaction to me. Now I was beginning to understand exactly why they enjoyed teasing me so much. If I knew Siyeon was really this affected by every little thing I did to her, I would've been doing it for years.

"Yes," she breathed out against my lips with such desperation that I couldn't help but smirk. "You have no idea how much I want you."

With no time to even process what she just said, her lips crashed back into mine. Now I knew I was reaping the rewards for my teasing when her kisses were no longer slow and gentle. My hands threaded through her hair while she made out with me, and her own found their way under my shirt. With the stimulating feeling of her fingers traveling teasingly up my abs, I made the mistake of parting my lips once more, granting Siyeon's tongue access to my mouth. Still not knowing what to do, I instinctively pushed her away.

"Unnie-" I mumbled.

"It's okay, baby," she said, breathless, "just relax and follow my lead, okay?"

She kissed me again before letting me reply, "Okay." And then she was back at it, swiping her tongue across my bottom lip, silently asking me for permission. So I let her have it and gripped her neck tightly at the way her warm, slick tongue was making all the blood in my body rush to my core.

She kept going, her tongue exploring a different part of my mouth every time it entered before retreating out to be replaced by her lips. After just a couple times, I felt more comfortable, and allowed my tongue to meet hers. Siyeon rewarded me with a hum of pleasure and handed off the control. She let me experiment, practicing exactly what she did to me on her. I quickly learned that the addicting sensation of my tongue inside of her mouth gave me a sickeningly intense feeling of power and had me turned on to such a degree that it was borderline embarrassing. After that, getting to be the one in charge evolved from really terrifying to way too enjoyable. Something about someone as experienced as Siyeon letting me do whatever I wanted to her was so undeniably hot.

When I finally seemed to get the hang of it, we both pulled back, panting heavily. Though, Siyeon wasn't quite finished yet, trading my lips for my jawline. She slowly planted kisses from the edge of my chin all the way to my ear and I could feel her sporadic breaths bouncing off my skin the entire way. It was like she wasn't satisfied unless her lips were on me. She couldn't get enough of me and it had me wondering if she had imagined this moment a million times before just like I had.

"You're being such a good girl for me," she praised suddenly, sending a shockwave of pleasure through my body.

"Fuck, Siyeon," I whimpered quietly out of instinct, though I knew there was no way she wasn't going to hear it with my mouth just a few inches away from her ear.

"Mm, you like when I call you that, baby?" Her voice came out husky as she gripped my thigh, biting down on my earlobe.

I inhaled sharply, instinctively arching my back off the couch, pressing our chests together. "Oh my god," I breathed out, dripping with arousal.

Siyeon groaned quietly at my reaction. "You sound so fucking sexy, babygirl," she mumbled against my skin.

"This can't be real," I said, making Siyeon chuckle lowly as she started kissing down my neck. "I have to be dreaming right now."

She finally stopped what she was doing and leaned back over my face, "Are you saying you often dream of me doing things like this to you?" The smirk on her face made my stomach twist.

"Unnie, please," I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to calm my heartbeat. If I ever wanted it to resume it's normal rhythm, there's no way I could look at Siyeon's face ever again after hearing those words leave her lips.

She laughed lightly, "you're overwhelmed."

"Thanks for pointing out the obvious," I replied uneasily, only making Siyeon let out a few more quiet laughs before running her fingers through my hair again and kissing my cheek, probably hoping it might help calm me down. "How are you not?" I tried to open my eyes but the second I saw her unrealistically attractive features, I had to close them again. "God, this is way too fucking much for any normal human being to handle."

"I think this is the most I've heard you curse in your entire life," she laughed. I just pulled her down into me, wrapping my legs around her waist. She adjusted her head to answer my question. "And I am overwhelmed, my reaction is just less in the form of almost passing out and more in the form of wanting to kiss you." That finally made me laugh and I turned my head to rest it on hers.

It was quiet for a moment while we stayed locked in each other's embrace and I was sure she could feel my heart pounding like a sledgehammer against my rib cage. Her hands now at the small of my back felt like fire against my skin and I remembered back to what she said a few seconds ago.

"Yes," I answered out of the blue.

She tilted her head back to look at me, "what?"

I finally opened my eyes and scooted to the side so that I could turn my head to look at her face-to-face. The image of her in that moment almost made me turn away. Somehow her slightly messy hair and flushed face made her look a million times sexier than I ever thought possible. It definitely didn't help when I remembered everything she had previously whispered in my ear. I took a deep breath, focusing on my fingers resting against her jawline rather than her eyes so I wouldn't forget how to speak. "You asked if that meant I often dream of you doing things like this to me... and the answer is yes," I explained, the nerves now more evident in my voice.

Without even looking at her entire face, the pull of a smile on her cheek reassured me that I hadn't admitted too much. "Good to know I'm not the only one," she mumbled, pulling my gaze to her eyes. She didn't appear to be lying, maybe a bit timid, but definitely not untruthful. Her eyes stayed on mine as we both started to realize how real this was. It was a relief finally knowing I wasn't completely crazy for feeling the way that I did and that she felt the same. Although, the thought of her picturing me in certain situations suddenly hit me and I felt incredibly shy again, reaching out to grab the collar of her shirt so I could pull her into me.

"What?" She giggled as I hid my face in her neck.

"You're going to be the death of me, Lee Siyeon," I groaned.

"Man, and you haven't even made it to the other six yet," she said seriously.

"Jesus Christ," I spoke in English, eliciting the loudest laugh from Siyeon yet.

The concept of having to go through all of this again with six other members was driving me insane. In that moment, I nearly concluded that it'd be better for my sanity if I just stuck with Siyeon (even though that alone was still detrimental to my sanity).

"Come here," she grabbed my neck loosely and gently pushed me back. "You know, you never said it back to me," she pouted. It took me a minute to understand what she meant, but I eventually remembered.

I looked deep into her eyes, finally letting all of the feelings soak in. And, after tonight, there was no doubt in my mind that my next statement was true, "I love you."

Siyeon beamed, looking over at me like I was the most precious thing in the world to her, and pulled me in for another kiss. This one was unlike the others. It was delicate and sweet and I knew it meant so much more than just a kiss. It conveyed everything she was feeling for me in ways that words couldn't. So I cherished it as if it were my last.

The sentimental moment didn't last long though, a less shocked and more disappointed voice breaking through the silence, "I should've known this is what you were up to." We drew apart, both looking up in surprise, unable to conceal our obvious guilt, finding Minji standing a few feet away with her hands on her hips. Even with the lack of lighting in the room, I could make out the expression of disapproval on the leader's face, like a mother who just caught her teenage daughter in bed with a boy. Realizing her eyes were on Siyeon, I felt somewhat relieved that I wasn't the victim of her scolding... until her gaze shifted to me and hardened in a way that sent chills up my spine.

She really was jealous and I had a good feeling I was just seconds away from reaping the consequences of making out with someone who wasn't her.

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A/N: I might post more parts to this with the other members eventually if I ever find the time to write for it.

**This oneshot was transferred over from my Wattpad account OT5Stan4Life**

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babybeastluv · 4 months ago

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New Years Eve

gp! Siyeon x fem reader

a/n- I know this is way past new years but oh well (not fully proof read)

The air crackled with anticipation as the year's final hours ticked by. you bustled around the apartment, stinging up fairy lights and arranging colorful balloons, eager to create a memorable celebration for Siyeon and your friends. The soft glow of the twinkling lights filled the room, casting a magical ambiance upon the simple decorations.

Your heart fluttered with excitement as you imagined Siyeon's reaction to the surprise. You hummed a cheerful tune as you placed the final touches on the makeshift photo booth, complete with festive props.

The night promised to be perfect. An intimate gathering of close friends, laughter, and love filled the air until the clock struck midnight.

As the guests began to arrive, the apartment buzzed with lively chatter and the pop of champagne corks. You greeted each friend with a warm embrace, eyes sparkling with joy. The room filled with delightful chaos as music blended with laughter, creating an infectious energy.

Siyeon, stunning in a white dress that accentuated her curves, entered fashionably late, immediately becoming the center of attention. Her presence electrified the atmosphere, and your heart skipped a beat at the sight of her. Siyeon's eyes sparkled with mischief as she made her way through the crowd, leaving a trail of captivated smiles in her wake.

"Happy New Year's Eve, my love!" Siyeon purred as she pulled you into a tight embrace, her breath warm against your neck. "I have a feeling that tonight will be unforgettable."

You giggled feeling delightful. "It already is with you here, I can't wait to show you what I have planned."

As the evening unfolded the partygoers danced and mingled, creating a joyful blur of movement and sound. Siyeon, always the life of the party, charmed everyone with her quick wit and infectious laughter.

She swayed to the music, her hips moving seductively, drawing your gaze like a magnet. "You look stunning tonight," you whispered stealing a quick kiss as you passed by her. "You're not so bad yourself" Siyeon replied her voice low and sultry. "I can't keep my hands off you, even with all these people around." She stated while smacking your ass gently.

The hours flew by in a whirlwind of celebration. As the countdown to midnight began, Siyeon pulled you close, hearts pounding in unison.

The room erupted in a chorus of cheers and screams as the clock struck twelve. "Happy New Year!" The shouts filled the room accompanied by the pop of champagne and the clinking of glasses.

Couples embraced, sharing passionate kisses, while friends hugged and wished each other well. In the midst of all the chaos, you and Siyeon found each other, lips meeting in a passionate kiss that tasted of champagne and desire. The world around you both lost in a haze of passion.

The party slowly slowed down, guests hugging goodbye and wishing the happy couple a happy new year. as the last of their friends left, Siyeon turned to you, her eyes glinting with mischief and something more. "Now where were we?" she purred, her voice thick with desire.

Your heart raced, knowing that look all too well. Siyeon's eyes had that firey glint, a sign that her inhibitions had been lowered by the generous amounts of alcohol she'd consumed. "I think we were about to continue our celebration, just the two of us." You replied, matching her tone already feeling that familiar heat between you ignite.

Siyeon's lips curved into a mischievous smile, and she took your hand leading you towards the bedroom. The air crackled with anticipation as you both stumbled playfully, giggling like teenagers. Movements becoming more urgent as you reached the sanctuary of the bedroom.

The door clicked shut, sealing the two of you in a private world of your own. Siyeon still buzzing with an alcohol induced confidence, pressed you against the closed door, her hands roaming freely along your body.

"I've been waiting all night to do this," she murmured, her breath hot against your ear, sending a shiver down your spine.

Moaning softly at Siyeon's touch, you felt a familiar heat pooling in between your thighs. "I love it when you're like this, all wild and untamed."

Siyeon's hands moved to the hem of your shirt, tugging it upwards revealing the smooth skin underneath. "I love when you let me have my way with you."

Your breath caught as her lips trailed kisses along your neck, nipping and sucking gently. "Anything for you, my love," you husked out in a moan.

With a swift motion your shirt was lifted up over your head and tossed aside. Siyeon's hands rough from the nights festivities, traced patterns on your bare skin, eliciting a chorus of sighs and moans.

"You're so beautiful," she whispered, her voice hoarse with desire. "I want to touch every inch of you." Your body trembled under her touch, breath coming in short gasps, "and I want you feel every inch of you too."

The tension in the air thick as Siyeon's hands traveled lower, unbuttoning your jeans with practiced ease. The fabric slid down your legs pooling at the feet of both of you.

Standing in nothing but your lace underwear you hear Siyeon moan softly to herself. "Oh you're so ready for me," she breathed out, her fingers dipping beneath the fabric and stroking your wetness gently.

A low moan escapes your lips as her touch ignites a fire within you, "please Siyeon..."

Siyeon chuckled darkly, her fingers working their magic, making your knees weak. "I love it when you beg."

Your head fell back against the door, body undulating with each stroke of her skilled fingers. "Siyeon, please... I need you."

Siyeon's other hand joined the first, working in tandem to bring you to ecstasy. "Not yet love. I want to taste you first." With that, she dropped to her knees, hands holding your hips possessively.

Breath hitching as her mouth replaced her fingers, her tongue sliding through your folds, eliciting a loud moan. "Ah, Siyeon!" you cried out, hands tangling in her hair, holding her close.

Siyeon's mouth moved with purpose, her tongue flicking and lapping, driving you insane with pleasure. She hummed her approval, the vibrations sending you over the edge.

"Oh, god, I'm gonna..." your words dissolved into a scream of pleasure as your release washed over you, body trembling in Siyeon's arms. She continued to devour you relentlessly, until you were reduced to a quivering mess.

She stood, eyes dark with desire, and kissed you deeply, sharing the taste of your pleasure. "My turn," she whispered against your lips, her hands already working at getting her dress off.

Still riding the waves of your orgasm, you managed to help Siyeon undress, hands exploring the familiar curves of her body. Siyeon's breath hitched as your fingers brushed against her sensitive nipples, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

"You're so beautiful," you whispered as you began to trail kisses down her neck, relishing in the taste of her skin. Siyeon moaned, her head falling back offering herself to your exploration.

"Take me, my love. I'm all yours." Your hands were quick to move lower, stroking her length through her underwear, eliciting a sharp intake of breath. "You feel so good."

"It's all for you," Siyeon breathed out, her hips thrusting forward slightly seeking more contact. Your fingers danced along her shaft, teasing her and making her squirm. "I love the way your body responds to me."

"Please, Y/n" she pleaded her voice thick with need. "I need to fill you."

Your lips curved into a satisfied smile, and you positioned Siyeon on the bed, her body a vision of wanton desire. You climbed onto the bed and straddled Siyeon's thighs.

Eyes locked in a silent communication of lust and need. Siyeon gripped your hips once you had settled on her lap and flipped you over, pinning you to the bed.

"I love you, y/n!" She whispered, her hands guiding herself inside you, filling you slowly. Your breath caught, body welcoming Siyeon's invasion.

"I love you too," you whimpered out as she began to move, setting a slow, torturous pace. She watched as your face contorted with pleasure.

Taking your hands that were gripping the sheets tightly and intertwining them together and bringing them up above your head.

Your body arches up to meet each trust, moans filling the room. "Faster, please," you begged, voice hoarse. Siyeon obliged, quickening the pace, bodies slapping together in a rhythmic dance.

Your cries grew louder, filling the air with the passion you both share. "Fuck, god! yes!" you screamed, body tensing as your release builds.

Siyeon leaned down, capturing your lips in a fierce kiss, tongues dancing as both your bodies moved in perfect harmony. Your climax hit like a wave, back arching off the bed, a scream of pleasure tearing from your throat.

Your body trembled in Siyeon's arms as she moaned into your ear, her own climax taking over her body. She pulled you closer as she slowed her movements.

With Siyeon's head resting on your chest and your fingers running through her long black hair, a contented sign left her lips.

"Happy New Year, my love," Siyeon whispered, voice laced with affection. "Happy New Year to you as well." You husked out, lips pressed against the crown of her head.

#dreamcatcher x reader #dreamcatcher #dreamcatcher smut #dreamcatcher siyeon #siyeon #siyeon dreamcatcher #siyeon x reader #siyeon smut #siyeon x FEM reader #gp!siyeon #gp!siyeon x reader #babybeastluv

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atzjuyeon · 5 months ago

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JUYEON’S BESTIES .ᐟ

SOYEON ⚡︎ (G) I-DLE

soyeon was the first person juyeon met when she joined cube entertainment, seeing as they both joined the same year. she was her closest friend in the company. juyeon always thought soyeon was cool and saw her as one of the top trainees in the company. they regularly practiced together and went on late night walks.

juyeon was apart of cube’s debut team, which ended up being (g) i-dle, so she grew close with the rest of the members. she remembers soyeon always pushing her during practice, but it’s because soyeon knew that she was talented and had a lot of faith in her.

it felt like a huge loss when juyeon left the company and assumingly gave up on being an idol. soyeon checked in with her every now and then but they ultimately fell out of contact. it wasn’t until ateez debuted five months after idle that they reconnected. fans can always expect interactions between juyeon and soyeon when idle and ateez have shared schedules.

SOOJIN ⚡︎ SOLOIST

while juyeon is close with all of the idle members, it’s always been soojin and soyeon who she’s closest to. juyeon can proudly vouch for the other idle members when they say that soojin is like a mom. she took care of her as trainees. juyeon is very expressive and that helps soojin determine what she needs. whether it be help with a task, comfort, someone to talk to, space; soojin was always there and juyeon heavily appreciates that.

even after the incident, juyeon made sure to keep in touch, checking in on soojin and offering to be there whenever the older girl needed, just as she did for her.

fans were delighted to know that the two were still close after juyeon recommended soojin’s solo debut to atiny on fromm. she even sang tyty, bloodredroses, and rizz me up during a livestream and said that soojin makes pretty music.

SIYEON ⚡︎ DREAMCATCHER

siyeon is someone jueyon admires as an idol and as a friend. their friendship actually started off as a big fat crush on juyeon’s part. she had been a fan of dreamcatcher since they debuted and siyeon has always been her bias. she admired her voice and her stage presence.

they met through ollounder, who produces music for both ateez and dreamcatcher. at first, juyeon begged him for her number, assuming he had it since they work together. he didn’t. but luckily for juyeon she had a plan b: make him give siyeon her number. he refused at first, but with a lot of convincing (aka her begging during the entire studio session) he gave in.

siyeon texted her two months later which resulted in them meeting for lunch. they bonded really well and ended up as close friends. juyeon would not shut up about it, fangirling to atiny on live about their newly formed friendship. the girls try to hang out often, when their schedules allow it. they’ll either go out somewhere or spend time at one of their places either watching movies or listening to music.

YEONJUN ⚡︎ TXT

juyeon met yeonjun through wooyoung. she actually ended up crashing one of their hangouts. it wasn’t for any reason, juyeon was bored as asked wooyoung if she could come with him when he told her they were meeting up.

things were awkward for about five minutes before the ice was broken. yeonjun was a little caught off guard by juyeon’s chaotic bluntness, but was encouraged by wooyoung to be comfortable. the entire hangout consisted of the trio talking about their shared interest, joking around, and being so loud that they received complaints from other customers.

yeonjun and juyeon don’t really meet up without wooyoung, but they text each other often enough to be considered close. the two enjoy the same type of music and have a similar style. yeonjun and juyeon both have that cool it boy/it girl energy; they were basically bound to be friends.

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hallo2838 · 1 year ago

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Imagine you and siyeon have a datenight at siyeons dorm. You decide to cook for her but you forgot to buy dessert. But siyeon had a good alternative for a better dessert

“Just get on the table with your legs spread like a dirty whore and take off your panties”

“Let me grab a towel otherwise the table is going to smell like your filthy pussy”

“While i grab a towel prepare the dessert well slut, i like mine dessert soaking wet”

She just eats you out in the shared kitched at their dorm not caring if someone walks in because she already send your nudes and videos of you having sex in the groupchat to show off

#siyeon x fem reader #siyeon x reader #siyeon smut #dreamcatcher siyeon #dreamcatcher x reader smut #dreamcatcher smut headcanons #dreamcatcher smut #kpop smut #gg smut #dreamcatcher scenarios #dreamcatcher x reader #dreamcatcher imagines #siyeon imagines #girl group smut

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sanccharine · 3 months ago

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zombie apocalypse au, doctor au

pairing: paramedic!siyeon x doctor!reader genre: angst but there is comfort word count: 1.8k

warning: description of blood and death, mentions of violence, gore and anything else found in a typical zombie apocalypse setting – please don’t read if you are uncomfortable !

summary: you were supposed to save lives. that’s who you were.

a/n: from the archives lads, this was written in 2021 because of the ost shadow by siyeon and dami, so you know its ancient. also this is open to title suggestions bc im blanking hence the empty banner HFKJDSFHKJSD

In the cramped back of the ambulance, Danoh was fast asleep, curled in your coat and snuggled close to her mother, who gave you a weary smile before shutting her own eyes. Returning the small smile, you turned to look at the stretcher beside them. On it, Ms Park’s oxygen mask lay beside her head as she tried to sleep with her eyebrows pulled to a frown. Her granddaughter, Sieun, on the other hand, had her knees to her chest managing to take up a small portion of the stretcher with dark circles under her eyes as she looked at her unwell grandmother. Sighing at the scene, you squeezed Sieun’s shoulder, bidding her goodnight wordlessly before closing the doors of the ambulance carefully.

After making sure that the lock was secure, you turned to the familiar skyline of your city. The sun had completely vanished behind towering buildings, as the last shades of coral and blue made way for a deep indigo, allowing twinkling stars to emerge—you would’ve never been able to witness this from your apartment. At this distance, your home looked peaceful… and normal. From afar, no one would be able to tell that the streets had been infested with flesh-eating monsters. Shaking your head to thwart away the growing lump in your throat, you looked at the dry sand beneath your boots while you walked to the passenger seat of the ambulance.

The sound of static filtered through the quiet night as soon as you opened the door. Unfazed by your entrance, Siyeon kept fiddling with the radio she’d managed to find. Climbing in, you shut the door soundlessly. For a few moments, neither of you acknowledged each other. Hissing and stray words from the radio elicited sighs of frustration from Siyeon, while you stared at the object separating the two of you—an emergency axe.

There were splotches and specks of burnt umber which couldn’t be scrubbed clean even when you knew they weren't rust. Under filtered moonlight, the end of the blade gleamed silver, terrifyingly sharp and unblemished as if it could sever a thousand more limbs and crush a thousand more skulls while still remaining untainted. You couldn’t say the same about your hands.

That cursed axe had ruined you. Your hands.

The moment flashed across your vision again.

Both your hands gripping Siyeon’s axe. Bringing it down with a swing. And then another. And another. The blade cleaving through skin. Muscle. Bone. Until the head rolled toa stop by your feet. An expression of eternal horror. Cloudy eyes and rotting skin.

You couldn’t pull your stare away from it. You simply couldn’t.

Siyeon had to pull you away.

There was still that phantom sensation of bringing down that axe, saved in your muscle memory now. Your hands shaking. The very same that had been trained to save lives had just taken one.

Unable to take the repulsive image nor the shuffling static anymore, you said under your breath. “There won’t be a broadcast this late.”

The static abruptly stopped.

You startled slightly when Siyeon raised her hand in surrender and away from the radio, before folding her arms and looking out the window. Now instead of rampant hissing, there was endless silence—an enormous suffocating chasm between the two of you, more distressing than that axe.

The relationship between you and Siyeon was a strange one. You were work colleagues, not that your paths crossed often at the hospital, what with her running back and forth from the hospital on this very ambulance while you were running laps around the intensive care unit and operating room. After long shifts and late nights, the two of you have shared thoughts and drinks. Though Yubin had always been there to be a buffer, a mutual connection. You and Siyeon were acquaintances at best.

So when all hell broke loose one night, now almost three weeks back, you were glad she was there. Wielding a bloodied axe, her bleached blonde hair a mess in her face as she guarded and escorted you, Sieun and her grandmother to the parking lot. The four of you took off, and the rest was history. Until, the convenience store two nights back.

With a voice just as quiet as yours, albeit lower, Siyeon asked. “How are they doing?”

Staring at your hands splayed out flat on your knees, you answered. “Fine.” You hesitated, then swallowing your distress, you asked, “when do you think we’ll reach that camp? Ms Park… her condition is worsening. We need to treat her. Quickly.”

Finally, Siyeon turned away from the window to stare at your side—to observe you. She did that often.

Of course, you were thankful for Siyeon. Well, without her, you wouldn’t be here. Alive, that is. However, you’ve seen how paramedics work, how she worked with Danoh and her mother, and how… proactive… she can be when necessary. You spared a quick glance at the axe. This is why when she paused or withdrew, it stunned you. There is a slightly awkward aloofness to her that she masked well with a sombre gaze and brief answers.

Sighing deeply, Siyeon leaned forward to fiddle with the radio once again and mellow static filtered through the speakers. She recalled the broadcasts you’d stumbled upon two nights back and said, “they mentioned a base camp. Up north, not far. So—“

“We’re in the middle of nowhere, Siyeon.”

“—it must be a factory or warehouse,” nonchalant to your comment, she continued, “there’s that industrial sector, you know?”

You bit back the urge to hiss that, no, you don’t know any industrial sectors because you were rooted to the hospital. Instead, you asked, in what you hoped was a level-headed tone.

“And they have the ability to broadcast messages from there?”

“I don’t know, but it's good shelter,” Siyeon said emotionlessly. Factually. Like she did when she wanted a conversation to end.

Once again, there was that smothering stillness between you, only disturbed by the sound of the howling wind rustling the sand accompanied by the faint groans of monsters. On habit, you checked your dying phone to see if Yubin had read your messages, or received them for that matter. Still nothing.

When the screen turned black, you saw Siyeon’s reflection. Her head was turned to look at you, jaw clenched with that fierceness you couldn’t seem to mimic. Her skin was ashen under the moonlight and her once silken blonde hair was wind-blown with brown roots. There were dark circles under her eyes, but even then they were trained with such intensity you doubted if she was actually tired. She studied you like you would a case file, noticing the flaws, reading between the lines, running millions of scenarios before narrowing down to a possible diagnosis.

She was calculating what to say to get you to forgive yourself.

You knew this because ever since you picked up Danoh and her mother at that convenience store, Siyeon had suddenly become more vocal. More concerned. Like… you were some sort of patient.

On the other hand, you’ve been doing your best to ignore her, just like how you pretended her burning gaze didn’t bother you. Before returning to study your hands, you threw your useless phone into the glove box, pushing aside any hope that Yubin might respond.

“You did what you had to.”

Those five words made you clench your fists and had your nails dig into your palm, but you felt how your hands trembled. You were well aware of what she was talking about but you weren’t ready to admit it. Maybe, it was easy for someone like Siyeon to say something like that, to tell herself that to justify her actions but you’re not like her. That lump of regret and self-deirison you’d swallowed began clawing its way up your throat again. There was a tightness around your chest which paralysed you, making you feel the weightlessness of being weak. When you unclenched your hands and turned to study your palms, you witnessed the odd twitches of your fingers, the sudden jerks and incessant shaking, and the growing redness from forming blisters.

“You did what anyone would’ve done,” Siyeon tried again, each word stressed to drill her point in, though it was of no use.

At the sight of you shaking your head, Siyeon groaned. You didn’t want to hear this again, not when your hands were quivering like a leaf. The same hands that you’d spent a decade moulding into perfect stillness, precision, and poise—only to be lost to fear, doubt, and crushing regret.

Whatever lecture Siyeon had prepared, you interrupted before she could begin.

“That's ten years of study and practice and tears—and a lot of money—gone to waste,” you said, voice shaking as much as your fingers, which never stilled even when you clenched your fists again.

“You still have two years of your residency—”

An exasperated scoff escaped your lips as you kept flexing your fingers, hastier with each attempt, anxious to stop the tremors but to no avail. Biting your lip, you tried to steady your breath and blinked furiously at the sight of your hands.

“You did what you had to,” Siyeon repeated, voice gravelly and exhausted.

“We swore to save lives!” you yelled, hitting the dashboard as tears you’ve been holding up for days were finally free. With another dejected slap to the dashboard, you leaned forward and laid your forehead on it and held your aching head. Voice brittle, you said, almost like a whine, “we swore to save lives.”

Only your sobs were apparent in your surroundings for a moment, no doubt shocking Siyeon into even more distance, but something new happened.

Silently, the paramedic moved the axe away from your sight and shuffled closer to you. She wrapped an arm around you, forcing you to turn into her. There you were, crying into her shoulder as Siyeon rubbed circles on your back, consoling you with a gentle voice you’ve only seen her use with Danoh.

“We are saving lives,” she said, after a while when your sobbing had subsided. Siyeon pulled you away from her and wiped away any stray tears. “You are still saving lives—no, look at me.”

Siyeon held your cheek to make you face that intense gaze of hers head on. You recognized that look of determination, that calculating stare as she took note of your features.

“Ms Park is here, in this ambulance, because of you. She’s alive, because of you. Her granddaughter is here, with her, because of you. Danoh is sleeping peacefully in her alive and healthy mother’s arms because you heard her cries and jumped head first into that convenience store, which was super stupid by the way,” that elicited a chuckle out of you and Siyeon’s own lips twitched upward for a second, savouring this moment before she said, “and we’re all here—I’m here… because you—”

Killed.

You knew that.

You did.

any feedback is much appreciated.

a/n: i actually wanted to make this a larger fic with multiple parts (some of which are half-written) but then i put too much pressure on myself lol. i might post the parts, it might be disjointed tho idk anyway hope you have a good day/night :]

tagging: @someone-who-likes-broccoli

#siyeon x reader #dreamcatcher x reader #dreamcatcher #sanccharine

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eunjidrabbles · 2 years ago

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Hello how are you ?

I wanted to know if I could request a Siyeon X 8th member reader short story ? Siyeon is having a bad day, it's raining heavily and she's alone at home, bored as ever, so she decides to start a VLive.

The reader get the notification and see on the live that Siyeon is having a bad day, so she decides to make her a surprise by cancelling her plans. She get Siyeon her favorite warm drink on the way but since it's raining, when she arrives at home she's drenched. The reader doesn't care and just want to cheer up Siyeon while the wolf become a bit worried and start to take care of her younger member.

I hope it's not too precised, I didn't really know what amount of infos I should give you.

Anyway have a good day !

Rainy Seasons

(This is actually the perfect amount of info if you have something specific you want in mind and still gives me enough freedom to craft a world around it so no worries!

Edit: Ignore the fact that I'm a dumbass and I hope y'all enjoy the fic 💜)

Warning(s): None

Word Count: About 1.1K words

"... and be prepared for more downpours for the next few days."

Frowning at the downpour outside the windows of the library, you sighed knowing that you should probably start making your way back home before another mini flood happens and you get trapped in another part of town. With the cooling air conditioning blasting and the cold weather adding to the atmosphere, you had planned to go directly home and take a nice, long nap before working on the paperwork assigned to you by the company to get more ideas for content creation but as your phone buzzed, you slid it out to see a notification for a Vlive.

Searching through your memory, you don't seem to remember that anyone was scheduled to be going live today, especially since it was a couple days off to rest after filming some filler content. To be safe, you pulled out your calendar on your phone to double-check your suspicions and were relieved to find that you were right. Clicking on the notification, you were met with darkness at first before the familiar face of your older member came into view in dim lighting and you smiled slightly when you heard soft beats of music in the background reminding you of the playlist you were listening to as you were reading in the library.

"... What am I doing?"

You could see her squint her eyes in the darkness as she read an English comment and the way the cogs in her head turned as she translated her reply in English before she let out a satisfied smile. Not thinking too much into it, you kept Siyeon's stream on as you packed the rest of your belongings into your bag. It was until you paid closer attention to her actions that you realized something was up. She seemed more sluggish than usual and... quickly turning your phone brightness to the brightest it could go, you could see her nestled comfortably in a familiar hoodie. Or more specifically, the oversized hoodie you kept in the dorm, nicknamed by everyone else as the "bad feels" hoodie.

You wore the hoodie whenever you needed comforting and whenever any members see you in the hoodie, they know to leave you to your own space and that you would approach them for comfort and cuddles when you wanted. It was almost a rule that affection would not be denied if you come looking for it.

Seeing the hoodie on your elder member was weird but the hoodie held a universal meaning no matter who wore it; and to be presented with a choice between paperwork and your biased favorite member of the group? It wasn't even a choice at all. Taking one last look at the Vlive, you shut it off as you pulled out the map on your phone and searched up the nearest location to Siyeon's favorite cafe.

With a deep breath, you walked out the doors of the library, braving the rain.

The Vlive lasted for over an hour before Siyeon heard the sound of banging on the front door, scaring her slightly. Everyone was supposed to be out on their own schedules today except her, and everyone knew the passcode to the door. Hearing another bang, she quickly ended the live and approached the door cautiously.

Another loud knock made her slowly approach the door, wishing and wondering why the door to the dorm lacked a peephole to see who was behind it. Unlatching the lock, Siyeon slowly opened a crack and peeped through it to see a very familiar wet figure.

Swinging open the door as fast as she could, she stared in shock at your shivering frame, and when you noticed that the door was opened, you looked up at Siyeon with a smile, teeth clattering against one another.

"Unnie..."

Eyes suddenly widening as if you remembered something, you lifted your other hand to Siyeon while she continued staring in confusion and concern.

"T-this is f-for you. Your favourite, white m-mocha choco."

Quickly ushering you inside, you stood still where she left you, hand still outreached with the drink in hand as she ran into the closest bathroom and returned with towels. Throwing one on your head, you let the ends flop down as she wrapped the other around your shoulders. Only then did she give you a look over again, taking the drink from your hand, setting it on the nearest flat surface, and drying you off the best she could while you remained still and stared at her innocently.

"I-I mean I don't think it's h-hot anymore but still-"

"You're such a fool."

Seeing the way her eyes softened as she said that, you knew that she wasn't truly mad at you. You shudder thinking of the fact how other members were to react if they were in Siyeon's shoes but it was mistaken by her as you shivering from the cold. Pulling you close to her, she guided your head to lay on her chest as she rested her cheeks on top of yours, hand gently stroking down your back and patting your head with the other.

"Why did you..."

She trailed off with a sigh as she shook her head.

"You didn't have to, you know. Unnie should be the one taking care of you and now you're going to fall sick trying to take care of unnie."

"But I want to. I want to become someone that you can turn to and get comfort from."

You argued back but made no sign to leave her embrace or even lift your head up to look at her while she soothingly rocked the both of you.

"And you already are. I don't need you to do anything or give me anything. All I ask is for you to be safe and happy and that brings me comfort."

Slowly taking careful steps backwards, Siyeon guided your movements and you only opened your eyes to peek out behind the towel when you came to a stop. Only spotting a door in your line of sight, you were slightly surprised as the door was opened by Siyeon and she gave you a gentle shove in with a hand on your waist revealing the bathroom in her room. Turning around, your heart melted as her soft laughter echoed in the empty room, clearly entertained by your small stumble due to suddenly having your support to stand, moving away. Once she got herself together, you couldn't help but smile back at her loving gaze.

"Wash up. I'll leave a set of my hoodie and pants for you. Then after, we'll cuddle and watch a movie together, alright?"

Nodding, she closed the door behind you, leaving you to your privacy. Slowing removing the towels off your head and shoulders and holding them close to your body, you couldn't help but break out into a smile foolishly, knowing that you've made her day, and that the promise of warm comforters, a nice movie and your favourite person was waiting outside that door. Right after you wash up and dry up of course.

#dreamcatcher imagines #dreamcatcher scenarios #siyeon imagines #siyeon scenarios #siyeon x reader #siyeon fluff

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luc1ferx0 · 2 years ago

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The Melody Meant For Me

Siyeon x GN! Reader | Yandere | Warnings: Obsessive Behaviour

Oh, how beautiful this melody was.

It was played by none other than Y/N. The musician Siyeon had a special love for.

Every day, Siyeon would visit the young musician, and listen to them come up with melodies that Siyeon had always wanted to hear. For the past 4 years, this had always been Siyeon's routine. Until, the young musician went on a trip, without her knowledge.

For the past 3 months, Siyeon was not herself. She yelled at all those around her and was not willing to sing a single note, even when that was her source of income. She wanted Y/N. She wanted to hear Y/N's melody again.

2 days before Y/N's arrival, Siyeon had a plan. A plan to ensure she would hear Y/N's melodies forever, without Y/N disappearing on her. She didn't care if Y/N repeated the same melody, she just wanted to hear Y/N play.

She had only 1 shot at doing this plan right. In the end, she now had the musician in her arms, for her to hold, and to never let go.

However, this day was special, as she would let Y/N go out for the first time in 9 years, to play a show that had constantly been asking for their presence.

Siyeon wasn't dumb, she wouldn't let the young musician out of her sight. Everywhere Y/N went, Siyeon was there, holding tightly onto their arm.

It didn't matter if Y/N had to be alone, Siyeon would always find a way to be near Y/N. She couldn't risk her young musician running away on an impromptu trip, and leaving her to suffer. Why would Y/N want to run away, anyway? Siyeon had treated them well.

"S-Siyeon…?" Siyeon glared at her lover. "D-Darling!" There, that was the right way to call her. Siyeon's glare changed to a sweet smile as she caressed their face.

"Yes, sweetheart?" Siyeon loved how Y/N knew what she wanted. Just one glare is enough for Y/N to fix their act and start acting the way she wants. As Y/N struggled to utter the words they had intended, Siyeon placed a soft kiss on her lover's cheek.

"M-Must you be here, even when I'm practicing for the show? Th-There's very little space, you know…" Siyeon frowned at Y/N's comment. Of course, she had to be there! She should be the first to listen to whatever melody Y/N would make.

"Of course I have to be! The melodies you create are for my ears to hear, as they are so wonderful, they have touched my soul, and now, have touched my heart," Siyeon smiled before placing a soft kiss on Y/N's nose.

Y/N nodded, then went back to playing the piano. Siyeon leaned her head on their shoulder as the melody began to engulf her.

The melody was pleasant, reminding you of a time when the sun shined brightly upon you, and you were running through the fields with your beloved. Y/N and her hadn't done that yet, but soon, they will. As the melody continued, Siyeon closed her eyes to fully savor the feeling of their music.

She felt the music touch her soul. Words came together in her head as if the melody was for a song she'd sing, while her beloved played the piano. Beautiful. The melody was beautiful.

It was then Siyeon woke up, and she was laying there alone, on the piano, with Y/N not in sight. She got up and looked around in a hurry. Where was her beloved? Why was she all alone in the room that was supposed to be filled with the music of her beloved? Where was Y/N?!

Siyeon hurriedly opened the door and made her way out.

She went to Y/N's dressing room. Not there.

Their hotel room. Not there.

The meeting room. Not there

The entire building. NOT THERE.

She was panicking now. Where had her beloved gone? She felt like she was going mad. She ran out of the hotel, got in her car, and started driving.

She didn't care if she was breaking certain driving laws, her beloved was missing. She drove through the busy streets, looking everywhere for Y/N.

Y/N would return to her no matter what.

"Is your mask on, L/N?" Said the manager, Mr. Kim.

"Yes," Y/N responded.

"Good. I'm glad you told us of how she acted. We'll get you out of here safely and make sure she never finds you again." Mr. Kim assured.

Y/N was in a car that had tinted windows, just in case Siyeon would be out there, looking for them.

Y/N had desperately wanted to escape Siyeon. They missed the sun. They missed the crowd. They missed the joy on people's faces whenever they played.

How could Y/N have thought that Siyeon was just a simple fan? Wanting to listen in on whatever they were creating? Why did Y/N let her get close?

"Don't worry too much, Y/N. We'll get you away from her." Mr. Kim reassured. Although, Y/N did not feel reassured. Y/N still felt as if Siyeon could appear at any second, ready to do anything just to get them back. And the thought of having to go back to her, after they had done something to enrage her, frightened Y/N to no end.

What would she do if she found Y/N? Would she hurt them? Would she do something worse? Y/N didn't know. But Y/N would take their chances and run as far away as they can from Siyeon.

"We're almost at the airport, Y/N. You don't have to worry." Y/N was so lost in thought, that they didn't even notice that. Y/N started to relax. They were one step closer to freedom. One would be arriving at the airport, then freedom is getting on the plane.

Y/N took a minute to compose themself.

Everything would be fine in a few minutes. They would be away from Siyeon, and Siyeon would have no idea they were gone. Sure, they cannot ever show themself on camera, or even go on tour, but that was okay. Y/N could always be anonymous. At this point, could Siyeon tell it's them just by hearing their music? She was with them for 9 whole years, surely she'd know when it was their music or not. Does that mean Y/N couldn't make music anymore?

What a shame. Because of this woman, Y/N would potentially have to give up their love for music. It isn't fair. But Y/N prioritized their safety more than anything. They could always play music in the comfort of their new home, and in their new home, they would be safe. So all they have to do is wait,

"WATCH OUT!"

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"Sweetheart?! Sweetheart, can you hear me?!"

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Y/N's eyes slowly began to open.

Siyeon smiled at Y/N as they laid eyes on her.

"Sweetheart! You're awake!" Y/N looked around, and they were in a dark room.

Siyeon giggled and stood up.

She sat on Y/N's lap as she caressed their cheek.

"That wasn't nice. Leaving me all alone? I missed you, you know?" Siyeon pouted at the terrified musician.

"Why so tense? You're finally home with me. Relax, sweetheart." Siyeon proceeded to play with their hair before harshly pulling on it.

"Since those 9 years meant nothing to you, I guess I have to teach you a lesson." Siyeon suddenly stood up and made her way to a dark corner of a room, where she opened a box.

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"What are you doing?"

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"Don't come any closer!"

"Oh, sweetheart..."

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"You should've never ran away."

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I love Siyeon.

I'd do anything for Siyeon.

I'll do whatever Siyeon tells me to do.

I love Siyeon.

Y/N loves Siyeon.

Siyeon loves Y/N.

Every melody is for Siyeon.

Only Siyeon can hear what I play.

"Sweetheart, can you play that piece again? It's beautiful! Please?" Siyeon said.

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"Of course, darling."

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"Anything for you."

#dreamcatcher #dreamcatcher yandere #dreamcatcher x reader #dreamcatcher siyeon #siyeon x reader #yandere #dreamcatcher scenarios #dreamcatcher oneshot #dreamcatcher imagines #gn! reader

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urno1luv · 1 year ago

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gang leader siyeon with an extra feminine girlfriend...🤭

♡ the contrast in aesthetics always turned heads when you were both out together, like siyeon was head to toe in black, while you were wearing pastel blues and pinks😭

♡ siyeon buying you whatever skirts and necklaces you had your eye on, the moment she sees you laying your eyes on a shop she'd be like "do you wanna go in here baby? i'll get you whatever you want" ahhhh

♡ people were always intimidated by siyeon's cold expressions, making way for her whenever she was in close proximity, but when she sees you she goes "baby!! how was your day? ^-^" while kissing the top of your forehead LMAO

♡ siyeon having a matching pink strap that she drills into you when you're in her office "helping" her with her work, your moans being heard from outside, while she tries to cover your mouth💕

♡ you exiting her office, legs shaking and your own cum running in between your thighs.... siyeon smugly following you, her hand resting on the curve of your back... what a dream </3

#siyeon #siyeon dreamcatcher #siyeon x reader #kpop x reader #kpop scenarios #kpop smut #urno1luv #dreamcatcher x reader

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goodnight-siyeon · 2 years ago

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“Anything for you” | Lee Siyeon x GN! Reader

this is a little spooky because it’s my first post but i hope y’all like it :)

Genre: fluff

Warnings: reader has a rough day but that’s it

Sitting in your car you let out a long breath. You thought today couldn’t get any worse but you also thought that when you left your keys in apartment, or when you spilled coffee all over your desk, or when you cried in the bathroom after getting yelled at by your manager for something you couldn’t even control. All you wanted to do was go home. However when Siyeon called you, you had to pick up. Her sweet voice rang through the speakers of the car, “Are you off yet?” You smiled to yourself, “Yeah, how come?” There was a paused before she responded, “You sound upset, I’m heading over.” Before you could protest she hung up. Putting the car in reverse, you made your way to your place.

You had finished changing when you heard the knock on your door. Knowing who it was, you opened it without a question. “You should be more careful. What if that wasn’t me,” She started to scold but once she saw the look on your face she pulled you into a tight hug. “Rough day,” She asked, her voice softer now. You nodded, face buried in her neck. She pulled you to the couch, inviting you to lay in her arms, which you gladly did. She asked if you wanted to talk about it but when you shook your head she dropped it. She continued to whisper nothings as she played with your hair. No matter what you were feeling before, it didn’t matter anymore. Laying in her arms felt safe, which was something you had been lacking all day. Eventually, once you gained the courage (and once you couldn’t ignore your stomach anymore), you mentioned being hungry. “Come here then,” Siyeon said, getting up and walking to the kitchen.

Siyeon slid the bowl in front of you. “Thank you,” You said, taking a bite. She smiled and shook her head, “No need to thank me. I’m just doing my job as your girlfriend.” “Well you do a great job of being the best girlfriend ever,” You smiled, leaning closer to her. She gladly closed the space between you, pulling you into a short but tender kiss, “Anything for you.”

AHHH i hope y’all like this :) i’ll open up my requests and do my best with them (i might avoid writing for groups i don’t know well)

#dreamcatcher fluff #dreamcatcher imagines #dreamcatcher x reader #siyeon x reader #siyeon fluff #siyeon imagines #lee siyeon fluff #lee siyeon x reader #kpop imagines #dreamcatcher scenarios #siyeon scenarios #kpop x gender neutral reader #kpop gg imagines #kpop scenarios

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darlingsaybonvoyage · 10 months ago

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starstarstar

Lee Siyeon x Fem!Reader

Secret Service!AU, Enemies to Lovers

Genres: some fluff, more angst than anything, crack here and there

Warnings: Lots of bickering, actual arguing, potentially some violence?

[A/N: I actually have no clue where I'm going with this, I just know that I want it to hurt :)]

I can't stand you

Time out

#dreamcatcher fake texts #fake texts #kpop #fanfiction #dreamcatcher fanfic #dreamcatcher siyeon #siyeon #lee siyeon #siyeon x reader #Siyeon x y/n #fem reader #lesbians #enemies to lovers #secret service au #spy au #lee siyeon x reader

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panda-writes-kpop · 4 months ago

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off to never, neverland ~ l. sy.

a/n: Four months late to the party, but I've finally written the Siyeon fic that I had in mind for her birthday! I'm so happy to wrap up the 2024 b-day fics for the DC member! :) To be honest, birthday fics stress me out because some of them are so close to each other and I usually end up going way over on Dami's fic and then I feel like the other members don't get the same love and care in their own fics, which makes me feel bad. :/ So my 2025 writing resolution is to be less strict about those things and just try to enjoy writing fics as they come to me! Okay, enough yapping, let's go to the fic.

tw: suggestive moments between reader and siyeon, but nothing really happens, blood and gore, someone consumes blood, based on some events in supernatural but they're really vague at times, kind of ooc! sua but dean also flies off the handle at times so I feel like it's not(?)

⚠️ THIS FIC MENTIONS SELF-HARM AND IMPLIED SUICIDE. Please do not continue if you are not in the headspace to read this fic! Consult this website (or this carrd) to find the suicide hotline in your country if you or a loved one needs to use it. You are cherished, loved, and wanted in this world, even if it feels like you aren't. I am always here to listen, no matter what. ❤️

summary: Siyeon finds herself trapped between her desire for more power, her hunger for you, and her bond with SuA. Siyeon can't stop SuA from hunting you down, just as she can't stop her feelings for you.

“Really, Siyeon? A demon?”

Exasperated, SuA scans the room before her eyes land on the shotgun that lays by the door.

“It’s not what you think-” Siyeon starts before SuA shoves her aside. “What are you doing?”

“Putting an end to this shit.” She grabs the gun and tries to leave, but a hand on the door prevents her from leaving. “You can’t stop yourself, so I’m going to stop them for you.”

“With a shotgun full of salt? We both know that salt alone won’t stop a demon that strong-”

“Ah, you’re right,” A brilliant smile appears on SuA’s face as her free hand grabs an engraved knife from her back, “that’s why I’m bringing the knife.”

“Siyeon-ah!” You break away from her with a greedy smile on her face. “You’re forgetting the best part.”

From your belt, you gently retrieve the knife and place it in Siyeon’s hands.

“Go ahead. It’s all for you, anyway. We need you as strong as possible.”

Siyeon admires you, her eyes ravaging your body as you pull up your sleeve and present your bare arm to her.

“I shouldn’t do this. SuA and I could find another way to-”

You stop Siyeon by placing your hand under her chin and tilting her head upwards, which forces her to look in your eyes.

“Enough. You want my blood as much as you try to deny it. Take what’s yours, Siyeon.”

Siyeon, while looking you dead in the eyes, cuts your arm with a knife and begins to drink your blood.

Siyeon places her hand on the door of the Impala, which stops SuA in her tracks.

“Don’t do this. I need them.” Siyeon pleads.

“For what? Your own sick pleasure? Theirs?” SuA tries to pull the car door open, but it won’t budge. “Don’t fuck up my car, Siyeon.”

“It’s not about that… it’s about getting stronger.” Siyeon admits while hanging her head in shame.

“Strength comes from banishing demons, not dueling them. If I’m not saving you from them, then I’m saving you from yourself.”

“We can’t keep doing this.” Siyeon wipes her mouth as you start to bandage the cut on your arm.

“That’s what you said last time.” You smile, as gently as a demon can. “We need you as strong as possible for what’s to come.”

“We?”

“We’re a team, aren’t we?” You take a seat next to her on the bed. “Or is that reserved for you and SuA alone?”

“Team is a generous word.” Siyeon starts to smile as you begin to pout. “It’s hard to believe that you are a demon when you act like that.”

“Oh, you know you’re into it.” You place your hand on hers before her fingers intertwine with yours. “It’s the demon blood in you, after all.”

“You’re driving too fast.” Siyeon holds the grab handle in the car with an iron grip. “Can you please slow down?”

“You didn’t have to come along.” SuA nearly sends the pedal to the floor as the Impala sails on the highway.

Siyeon would be calmer if Enter Sandman wasn’t blasting on the radio, but she doesn’t want to test SuA’s patience any more than she already has today.

Her hand ghosts the radio, in an attempt to betray her better judgement, but a stare from SuA overrules any other thoughts.

“Are you sure that we’re headed to the right place? You’re not trying to fuck with me, right?”

“It should be the motel a few miles down the road.” Siyeon pulls out her phone to double-check the location.

“Were you supposed to meet them there tonight?”

“...Maybe.”

“SuA will come after you.” Siyeon simply observes as you calmly walk around the hotel room.

“I know.”

“You’re not scared?”

“Demon hunters aren’t that scary to me.” You shrug off her concerns before grabbing your jacket. “Where will you be next week?”

“Who knows with SuA. She’s been weird since she, y’know, escaped hell for one reason or another.”

“It comes with the territory, I get it.” You close in on Siyeon, only to press a light kiss to her cheek.

Siyeon expectantly looks at you before pulling you on top of her.

“Nothing more?”

“I thought you had plenty of me tonight.” You play with her hair as her hands wrap around your abdomen. “Let SuA come after me. I’ll find another body to possess, and we’ll find each other again.”

“You sure?”

You grin before leaning in for a kiss.

“Absolutely.”

The sound of static plays on the TV as you pull a knife from your pocket. Given your years of swindling humans and demons alike, you should’ve had a better plan.

Siyeon would just have to forgive you for leaving so soon.

It wouldn’t take you too long to find another body, but that was dependent on your hope that the upper-echelon demons weren’t too mad at your demon hunter shenanigans. You had the same goal, after all. Working alone was just your style, rather than invading the world with your demon brethren.

You gently place the knife against your flesh before pressing it in. There’s something satisfying about the way the blood oozes from the wound.

Another human body gone to waste. What a shame.

“If I find out that you’ve lied to me, I’m leaving you on the side of the road and I’m never coming back.” SuA slams the driver’s side door shut before walking towards the trunk.

Siyeon puts her hands above her head as an easy smile illuminates her face.

“Have I ever lied to you?”

“Plenty of times.” SuA opens the trunk before grabbing one of the shotguns. “I can do this alone, you know.”

“We work better as a pair, so I’m going with you. No matter what demon or spirit awaits us.”

“You’re too fucking sentimental for this job.” SuA lets one smile, small and fleeting, out.

She tosses the gun to Siyeon before grabbing the engraved knife from her pocket.

“Can’t believe this little thing is a demon killer.” SuA admires the knife for a moment before pointing it at Siyeon. “How about someone with demon blood?” “Very funny.” Siyeon sighs before pointing at one of the motel rooms. “It’s that one, right there.”

“Really? Number 066? Do demons get any more predictable?”

“You demons aren’t trustworthy.” Siyeon folds her arms and looks away from you.

“What about the times that I saved you?”

“It was just for your own self-gain. You’re no different than the demons we’ve met before.”

“Must you judge demons so harshly?” You tilt your head at Siyeon. “Is it some form of self-loathing, given your history?”

Fear flashes in your eyes as Siyeon pushes you against a hold and holds a knife, the demon-killer knife, against your throat.

“Say it again. To my face, this time.”

You let out a shaky breath as she stares you down - she looks more like a demon than you do.

“I’m not suggesting anything bad. I just think you could benefit from a bit of guidance and help.”

“Help?” Siyeon laughs heartily. “How could you possibly help me?”

“I can help you get stronger. Those demons you’ve been facing - they’ll only get stronger as time goes on.” You grimace as Siyeon presses the knife further into your skin. “Pure demon blood will make you stronger. I can give you that and so much more.”

“Demon blood? Like some kind of ritual?” Siyeon thinks for a moment before pulling the knife away from you. “You’re not tricking me, are you?”

“I’m not lying about this, I swear. The more demon blood you consume, the stronger you’ll be. No games, no deceiving, no deals. I just need one thing from you.”

You let out a breath of relief as Siyeon lets you go.

“What do you need?”

“When I need you, whenever that is, you’ll be there. No matter what.”

Siyeon quickly checks her phone as SuA inspects the door in front of her.

I’ll have a different body after tonight. Don’t come looking for me - I’ll find you instead. Keep SuA off my trail for a while, okay? That’s all I need from you.

She pauses before reading the next text.

And stop moping. We’ll only be apart for a little bit, I swear.

“SuA, wait-” Siyeon tries to call out to SuA, but she’s already thrown the door open.

“What the fuck.” SuA looks back after Siyeon successfully hides her phone in her pocket. “You don’t… need to see this. There’s so much blood everywhere.”

She takes a deep breath before shutting the door behind her.

“Wait, let me in!” Siyeon tries to open the door, but SuA has locked the door already.

Although she can’t see anything inside the room, except for the one window facing towards the road. The curtain is open, revealing part of the bloody scene to Siyeon.

The gore isn’t unfamiliar, but the message written in blood on the opposite wall is.

Claim what’s yours, Siyeon.

And, for some reason, while staring at the carnage in front of her, a different kind of hunger stirs inside Siyeon.

Something deep and primal that shifts her thoughts into a different headspace - one that disregards SuA’s warning.

You had always warned her to take what’s hers, right? And to waste all of this blood… it’d simply be a shame.

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ot7stan4life · 1 year ago

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I Want You (Sua ver.)

Sua (Dreamcatcher) x Female Reader

*Requested*

(1 part - completed ✅)

Word Count: 1680

Summary: Knowing you’re listening to their voice vlive, the unnie line decides to tease you by talking about how good you look in your stage outfit. It doesn’t take long for you to cave and walk over to their room with your own plan in mind to get them back… or, at least one of them.

Warnings: mild sexual content

Your phone screen illuminated the dark hotel room as you laid in bed, just staring at the ceiling and missing the warmth of a certain black-haired dancer who happened to be your roommate this tour. The beat of your heart pounded against your chest as you listened to the soothing and admittedly attractive voices of the three oldest members of your group over the phone. They must've gotten bored in their hotel room across the hall and decided to turn on a voice vlive so the fans could entertain them.

Whatever the reason, you were happy with their decision. That way you could sit there and daydream about them with the flustering and comforting background music of their smooth voices fueling your imagination. Though, being in a relationship with all of them, you didn't have to imagine much. Really, knowing that you could simply walk over there and get away with acting on your desires should've been enough to stop your ridiculous fantasizing, but you convinced yourself that you shouldn't rudely interrupt their livestream.

That didn't last long.

"Who looks best in their stage outfits this comeback?" Siyeon's voice that had grown raspy with her tiredness spoke, reading a question from a fan.

A short moment of silence followed, along with a hum from Minji. You could just picture all of them looking at each other with grins on their faces. Siyeon knew what she was doing reading that comment. The fans loved this kind of stuff. Bora laughed after they stayed quiet for too long and a noise sounded through the phone that you knew had to be her smacking Siyeon.

"I think everyone looks good,” Minji answered.

"What?" Bora mumbled, still giggling, this time at Minji's attempt to deflect the question. You had a feeling the leader was sporting one of her infamous lifeless smiles she always had as the chaos unfolded around her.

Siyeon chuckled. "They said just one member."

Minji hummed again, pretending like she was processing the new information and they all stayed quiet for a second more. You could hear whispers from the other end and it was obvious they were messing with each other.

"If I had to pick one..." Bora started, and you could practically hear the smirk in her voice as she paused for dramatic effect, knowing everyone listening was on the edge of their seat, “then I think Y/NN looks the best."

You shouldn't have been surprised, and you really weren’t, but your body still had a physical reaction to her words, sending your heart rate through the roof. Both of the other members made noises of agreement and you were no longer content being a room away from them when they started describing in detail how good you looked and how the outfit complimented very specific parts of your body. They were clearly teasing, knowing how much their words affected you. But you couldn’t help it. You grew hot listening to all three of them talking about you in that way, especially since they sounded so comfortable doing it—as if they had done it endless times before in private...

Your uneasiness and impatience soon sprung you from the bed and to the door. There's no way you could just sit there and take it. Somehow you had to get back at them. Or at least one of them…

"Hey!" you shouted angrily after using the keycard Minji gave you to open the door to their hotel room. All three of them looked up and you watched as grins slowly spread across two of their lips—Minji still played innocent. You had to resist the urge to freeze in that moment because of how lightheaded their stares made you feel. Instead you forced yourself to keep walking towards the bed they were sitting on. "I heard my name,” you directed your eyes towards Bora who was laying at the foot of the bed with her legs dangling off the edge. "Were you guys talking smack?" You raised an eyebrow, resisting the urge to smile at how unserious you sounded having to refrain from cursing since the fans could hear.

Siyeon laughed and Minji looked like she was about to say something until Bora cut in. "Yeah, and what about it?" she countered, giving you a challenging stare.

You grinned back at her, knowing it was all a joke and none of them probably expected you to do anything drastic. So you took a seat next to the dancer on the bed, waiting for your moment to catch them off guard.

"We were discussing the members' stage outfits," Minji explained with a smile and kept eye contact with you for a second, as if trying to communicate through her eyes since the fans were still listening. You just knew they were eating this up and hanging onto every single word you were saying.

"Who do you think looks best in their outfit?" Siyeon tested, drawing your eyes to her. There was no doubt from the look on her face that she was enjoying this way too much. They knew the real reason you came in here... their relentless indirect flirting had obviously gotten to you… bad. And that’s exactly what they wanted. You could just feel the pride radiating from the red-haired woman. Driving you crazy had to be her favorite hobby. But you couldn’t let them think they won.

"Me?" You replied like you were completely oblivious. A smirk made its way onto your lips as you started acting out your plan. Each of them watched closely when you looked back down at Bora and pushed yourself up to straddle her hips. She inhaled sharply and her eyebrows raised involuntarily when you leaned down over her, placing your hands on her bare skin just above her waistband. She stared up at you, already flustered, and clenched her jaw, straining her neck a little when you slowly glided your fingers across her soft skin, trailing them over the curves of her abs. She reached her hands up to grab your wrists and her grip tightened the further up your fingers traveled, but she never tried to stop you.

"The member I think looks best in her outfit," you stopped and used one of your hands to flip your hair to one side before leaning over Bora’s face. "Is obviously," you bit your lip, knowing she found it attractive, before running your palms across her chest. Her eyes closed and her head lulled back against the bed in pleasure like she always did when you touched her like this. The feeling of her nipples hardening under her thin crop-top made your mouth water and had you instinctively tightening your thighs around her waist. She still didn’t dare move, too mesmerized by your touch. Seeing her so submissive made your stomach twist. Your lips lingered just above her own and she opened her eyes to watch with anticipation as you stared down at her.

She was ready to lean up and initiate the kiss herself when you suddenly answered in a seductive voice, "Siyeon unnie.”

It took a second, but Bora’s aroused expression gradually contorted into anger when she finally processed the words that left your mouth. Before she could do anything, you quickly pushed yourself up from her lap and jumped off the bed, anticipating exactly what was coming next.

The room instantly erupted into chaos with Minji and Siyeon laughing and Bora yelling, "Yah!" she darted after you before you could get very far. "Come here, you little-" with a shove, you were sent onto the other bed, bouncing a little as you landed on your back. She didn't waste a single second, pouncing on top of you so that you now switched positions. You laughed as she started hitting you and attempted to swat her hands away.

"Help! Sua's attacking me," you shouted for the fans to hear.

Finally growing sick of your jokes, Bora ended up snatching your wrists and roughly pushing you back against the bed, pinning your hands above your head. The laughter and yelling ceased instantly the second her lips found their way to yours. It became obvious pretty quickly that your plan to rile her up had succeeded a little too well when her kisses turned aggressive. By the second one, her tongue had already found its way into your mouth and you couldn't do anything to stop her incessant attack with your hands captured in her strong grip. For such a small woman, she had more power than she knew what to do with and god, it was sexy.

The other two women in the room started yelling at both of you to stop 'fighting' in a way that you knew was joking, only because they knew the fans were still listening. At this point, they were just making noise so the fans wouldn't realize what was actually going on after the sudden strange silence.

"Yah, stop it," you breathed out against Bora’s lips, loud enough for the fans to hear.

Bora reluctantly released your lips after biting your bottom one (almost too hard), replying, “you started it.” All you could do was laugh weakly to try and play it off like you were actually fighting. Though it was hard for you to make any innocent noises when she let go of your hands to shove hers under your shirt and start sucking down on your neck.

"Unnie," you whispered, voice wavering when her fingers slipped under your sports bra. "Fuck," you muttered through gritted teeth and gripped her thighs tightly. Her hands cupped your breasts, thumbs teasing your nipples at the same time that she started grinding against your stomach. Your eyes squeezed shut at the sensation and you weren’t able to hold back a moan this time. Except a fast hand managed to stifle it before the fans could hear.

When you opened your eyes again, the image of Siyeon standing over you with her hand covering your mouth and the feeling of Bora still rolling her hips across your body was enough to have you dripping in painful arousal. And suddenly you knew you were in big trouble when Minji made up an excuse to end the live so abruptly and Siyeon's gaze turned mean. They weren't gonna let you get away with this one that easily.

**This imagine was transferred over from my Wattpad acc OT5Stan4Life**

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