Left Behind

Left Behind

Pairing: Jiu x Fem!Reader (and platonic relationships with the other members)

Warnings / Misc. -- Angst, Fluff

Word Count: ~ 7,890

Requested By: @3and30aresoultwins

Disclaimer: This writing is a work of fiction and no disrespect is meant for those mentioned herein.

A/N: Hey guys! This was a bit rushed and I’m not entirely in love with it, but I hope you enjoy it regardless. Feel free to leave DC requests in my inbox / messages! :)

💖 Happy Reading 🌹

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Life can change in the blink of an eye. Plans you make for the future that you envision can crumble with no warning, leaving you to pick up the pieces and find yourself all over again. 

Dreams can go down the drain just as easily as the blood, sweat, and tears it took to make them possible in the first place. Luck can run out. 

All of those things can happen, and you knew that. You just never expected them to happen to you.

–

It was a late November day in 2016 when the world as you knew it changed forever. 

Happyface Entertainment had requested that you come in separate from the other members to discuss an important matter. Vividly, you remember how vague they were over the phone; they refused to elaborate on what the meeting would be about. Their voices were soft, holding a carefulness in their tone that you didn’t fully understand until later. 

It was regret – because they knew what you didn’t. They knew that your impending removal from the group loomed overhead, waiting like a cobra to strike once you arrived. 

And strike, it did. Sitting in the meeting room – which was far too bright and far too suffocating – you grappled with the fate you’d just received. Your heart felt heavy, and your head hurt as it all sunk in.

MINX would be rebranding as ‘Dreamcatcher’ and adding two new members, but you wouldn’t be joining them. You hadn’t made the cut.

Just like that, it was over. Years of your life as a trainee, down the drain. So much pain and hard work, all for nothing. So many sacrifices. So many late nights. They hadn’t gone into detail about why you were turned down specifically, and that was probably a good thing, all things considered. It would’ve just been salt in the wound.

An offer was made for you to stay at the company and potentially continue as a soloist, but you declined it. It was a proposition made from pity at best, and you knew it. How could you have accepted? If they had such little faith in your abilities as a member of a group, you couldn’t imagine it would’ve been magically restored for your solo activities. You refused to become a half-hearted money grab that they could fall back on whenever they needed to; it wasn’t fair to you. With the rebranding set in motion, attention and focus would’ve been placed entirely on the girls; you’d have been made to wait in the meantime with no real end in sight, and it was unlikely you’d ever receive a similar level of support.

You’d have become the company’s has-been. Its resident outcast.

And the prospect of joining another company – if you were even lucky enough for that – was just as daunting. After training and growing up with the girls in such a way for so many years of your life, you couldn’t imagine going solo or joining another group. 

That wasn’t something you wanted. And, of course, given the blow that the company’s decision had dealt to your confidence, you felt incapable. You were too overwhelmed to be there any longer with all of their eyes on you, judging in one way or another. 

So while you still had enough composure over yourself, you bid farewell to them and left, leaving behind a part of yourself in the process. 

The real challenge came, though, when you had to say goodbye to the girls. They all handled the news differently, in their own ways, but it wasn’t something they could process easily at all.

Sua was prepared to leave the dorm and have an angry word with the higher ups, but you stopped her before she could. It wouldn’t have done any good; if anything, it could’ve put her in jeopardy, too, and that was the last thing you wanted. 

Siyeon went quiet as the idea of moving on without you sunk in. How could she part ways with someone she’d grown so close to? You were supposed to live out your dreams together. It wasn’t fair.

The normal spark in Yoohyeon’s eyes dimmed, and she retreated into herself. Her bubbliness dissipated in an instant, replaced by more sadness than she knew what to do with. She was the first to begin crying, and she sought the comfort of your arms when it became too much for her to handle alone. 

Dami, ever the reasonable one, was determined to phone the higher ups and talk some sense into them. She was convinced that if the other members all banded together and expressed their disapproval in a logical way, they would have no choice but to give you a chance, at the very least. But you stopped her for the same reason that you had stopped Sua. They had made themselves clear at the meeting, and you knew in your heart that their minds were made up.

You didn’t notice the tears in Dami’s eyes until you took her phone out of her hand and put it on the table beside her. When you brought her into your arms for a hug, they fell onto your shirt, warm and full of sadness. She hated feeling helpless more than anything else in the world, and knowing there was nothing left to do broke her heart.

Watching it all unfold was Jiu. She couldn’t wrap her mind around it; it felt like she was having a nightmare. How could they have turned you away like that? You were just as good at your job as any of them, and you were one of the most dedicated people she’d ever known. The fans loved you. Your talent showed without you even trying; it made no sense that they would let you go so easily. 

She tried to stop her tears from falling, but when you finally looked up at her, surrounded by the other members, she couldn’t hold back anymore. 

You had been her rock ever since she met you – her safe place. She could express her worries and concerns freely with you, despite her position as leader. Hell, you were just as much of a leader to the girls as she was. Your consistency and energy held everything together, and the members depended on you, always. She depended on you more than words could explain; you were the first and last thing on her mind most days. You kept her level headed when she felt the weight of the world on her shoulders, and you never let her lose sight of her goals.

Losing the backbone of the group seemed unfathomable in every way. Never in a million years would she have expected it to happen. 

But beyond that, Jiu felt like she was losing two people. Y/N – the member of her group – and Y/N – the woman she had harbored secret feelings for for as long as she could remember. She had planned to confess soon, but the opportunity for that was stripped away from her by this news of your departure. Her heart broke as she realized that you wouldn’t be in the dorm anymore; all those early morning and late night conversations and hang outs wouldn’t happen anymore. She wouldn’t be able to just walk to your room when she missed you, or hit you up with spontaneous plans whenever she felt like it. You’d be miles away and busy building whatever life you chose in the wake of this.

And the new members? They could never replace you. Not in a million years.

But she made a vow to never take her resentment for the situation out on them, because at the end of the day they were just striving to achieve their dreams as well. And besides, she knew you wouldn't have wanted her to be angry at them. Though, even still, she knew she'd always think of you when seeing them. A disappointment – a longing – would always remain in her heart, lamenting over what could've been. 

Because, at the end of the day, things would never be the same again. No matter how much you tried to stay in contact, conflicting schedules and prior engagements would eventually get in the way. Frequent calls and check ins would fade, becoming few and far between. Communication would be more difficult, given the distance. Nothing would compare to having you by her side in all the ways she had for the past few years. 

It all hit her at once, like an icy slap to the face. She tried to stay strong for everyone, but it was one of the hardest pills that she’d ever had to swallow. 

When you called her over and wrapped your arms around her, it took every bit of courage she had to keep from breaking down. As you wiped her tears and held her close, she tried to commit the feeling of it all to memory. She wanted to store it somehow, so that her body could never forget it. Her nails dug into the material of your shirt with purpose, and you simply hugged her harder at the feeling. 

You had no idea that she was in love with you. You were oblivious to it in the most heartbreaking kind of way. But she knew it was too late to tell you now. Putting that on you in the midst of everything else didn’t feel right, no matter how much she wanted to shout it from the rooftops. She wanted to find a way to justify it, selfishly, so that she didn’t have to deal with the reality of it alone. She wondered if maybe, if things were different, you would’ve felt the same.

It killed her, knowing that she couldn’t have you. Knowing that you were slipping right through her fingers and she was powerless to stop it. She’d have to pretend to be unfazed from now on, but she knew anytime she’d enter the dorm or company building you’d be the first thing on her mind. 

Her eyes would automatically go to the spot you would’ve been in. Choreographies now arranged for seven would always feel a little foreign, in the back of her mind. All the little things were already piling up, and she didn’t think that time was capable of easing the strain they placed on her heart. When it came to someone like you, so interwoven into her daily life and routines, she couldn’t fathom even spending a full week apart.

But the kiss that you pressed to her cheek reminded her that you were still there for the moment. The brush of your soft skin against hers as she nuzzled her head into the crook of your neck brought her peace and calmed her down. 

For now, she could still reach out and touch you. She could call you whenever she wanted to. Whip up a snack for you and show her affection in all the many ways that she loved to. For now.

The company had informed you that they would only give you until the start of the next week to pack your things and find a new living situation before you were officially removed.

It was all so fast. Too fast, for any of them to properly handle. You all knew it would be one of those things that you never fully got over. Just one of life’s cruelties. 

But for the last few days that you had left together, the girls promised to remain at your side. Between packing and bouts of crying, you’d do your favorite activities together. Movies and ice cream would be used to cope, with your sobs excused by whatever sad displays were playing out on the TV. You could go out on the town, order in, sing karaoke in the early hours of the morning, relax quietly – anything. They were determined to make them some of the most special days that you’d ever known.

After all, you deserved nothing less. Their shining star: Y/N.

—------------

Time Jump

For a while, things were relatively fine in the aftermath. You settled into the routine of your new life, living on the outskirts of Seoul and working at a quaint coffee shop that had happened to be hiring. The owners graciously allowed you to live in the small apartment above the café, and they treated you well. 

The girls each found time to spend with you, whether it be to shop, relax somewhere together, or just catch a meal at one of your favorite restaurants. They called and texted often, always making sure that you were doing well and taking care of yourself. They never failed to mention how much they missed you and how boring things were without you. 

On exceptionally beautiful Spring and Summer days, Jiu would do her best to have a floral arrangement sent to you. Her favorite flowers were paired with the ones you loved most, and a big bow usually held them all together. Sometimes, a short handwritten note even accompanied them.

If you were craving a specific food and mentioned it online somewhere, every now and then someone (who you later found out was Sua) would have a fresh batch of it delivered to your doorstep. It didn’t happen very often, but when it did you felt so cared for. 

Siyeon made sure to include you in Dreamcatcher activities, whether it be by using your representative emoji / animal in posts or doing a certain hand sign that you had more or less claimed as your own during your time with them. It was subtle, but it meant the world to you.

Yoohyeon sent you letters and pictures from time to time. Following a short vacation to Jeju that the girls went on together, she sent you a handwritten letter and some polaroids that they took with you in mind. 

In a solo project that Dami did, she added some subtle call outs to your situation and how unfair it was. Clearly, she was still as upset about the situation as before, and she missed how things used to be.

They all even posted special messages on their Instagram accounts whenever your birthday rolled around, ensuring that you felt included. 

But, as all good things do, their efforts started to fade after a while. Their schedules picked up during comeback season; events were held that kept them tethered to either their practice rooms, beds, or the stage; and other avenues of life got in the way. 

They faced more backlash than before, too, on the rare occasions that they were seen out with you. Some fans were still supportive and glad to see you, but others expressed their wishes for you to get a life and accept that you weren’t a part of the group anymore. Their comments and heckling were hurtful, adding salt to your still-sensitive wound; but you knew it upset the girls on top of that, and arguably, that hurt you more than anything the haters could’ve ever said. 

By then, you’d grown used to the harsh comments about yourself. But the girls never did; anytime they read or heard them, their once-happy smiles would always fade, and the shine in their eyes would dim as they looked at you. So many emotions were present, yet they remained unspoken. A million things, all too big and complicated for words. 

You knew then that your time with them was dwindling. Every visit seemed to be a little shorter, or interruptions from the company would spring up. Juggling everything was weighing on them, and you could see it clear as day. 

So you decided then that you would distance yourself. For the sake of everyone, you let your connections slip away, just enough. You’d learned over the months that fading away gradually and quietly hurt the least and was the most effective, and so you chose that path. 

For the most part, it worked. Other than on major holidays or birthdays, they were too busy to stop you or change things. Their texts came in less frequently, and video calls were few and far between. 

Although it pained you, you learned to live without them. 

It was more difficult than you expected, especially in the beginning; you’d underestimated just how much they’d impacted even the smallest parts of your life. When good news came or you wanted to share something you’d learned, it was always your first instinct to pick up the phone and dial up their numbers. Sometimes you found yourself looking through old pictures and reminiscing on the memories that were tied to them.

But you had to let go of that. Those habits that you picked up after years of being around them didn’t serve you anymore, and you had to break them. 

When it rained, you no longer allowed yourself to remember the way that Yoohyeon would cling to you under your umbrella after realizing she had misplaced hers.

When the rich scents of the nearby forest flitted their way over towards the coffee shop, you didn’t let your mind wander onto what Siyeon was up to. 

The warmth of the Sun didn’t remind you of Jiu’s smile. 

Loud laughter from patrons didn’t conjure up an image of Sua anymore.

And quiet Fall afternoons passed by the turning pages of whatever book you were reading didn’t make you think of Dami’s quiet charm. 

You didn’t allow the little moments to take you back, because you knew you’d never want to leave that state of mind if they did. It was undoubtedly one of the hardest challenges you ever faced, but you did it nonetheless.

—------

Two Years Later

It all started in time with the changing of the seasons. You were certain of it.

As the anniversary of MINX’s disbandment neared, a heavy feeling came to visit you again, like an unwelcome guest. 

The warmth faded. What few leaves were left on the trees made their final leap to the solid ground below, joining the swaths of others there to wither away. The skies were cloudy a lot of the time, basking the new season in an eerie haze. It wasn’t satisfactory at all – nothing like what that time of year is usually like, and nothing like what people look forward to. The approaching holiday season was off to a lackluster start by all accounts. 

But you did your best to persevere. 

Your job kept you busy most of the time, and you were grateful for that. Had it not, you would’ve spent the hours stuck on the past and wondering what you would’ve been up to at a time like this. Fansigns? Behind the scenes for a new music video? Song writing?

Any lull in the flow of customers allowed you to think, and you didn’t want that. Having no thoughts seemed better than having too many, after all.

But on one fateful afternoon, something unexpected happened. Destiny intervened – interrupting the monotonous flow that your life had taken on – and enabled the universe to work its magic. 

In Your Apartment

You had just sat down to eat a nice late lunch that you had prepared. The café owners had left town to visit some relatives for the evening, and so they gave you the rest of the day off. 

The television in front of you came to life as you pressed the buttons of the remote, and a garbled stream of changing colors and graphics washed across the room as you flipped through the available channels in search of something worthwhile to watch. 

You eventually found something halfway decent and began eating. 

It was a simple sandwich that you had purchased from the store, paired with a salad. Nothing fancy, but it was still tasty. 

No more than five bites in, your phone began to ring on the coffee table in front of you. You sighed and reached out for it, ready to flip it over and see if it was someone you could ignore or not.

Once you saw who it was, though, you froze.

A smiling picture of Jiu lit up its screen, bright and achingly beautiful. It had been so long since she’d called that you almost forgot how to act.

Should you even answer?

“Hello?” You asked, attempting to hide the nervous lilt in your voice.

“Ah, Y/N,” she greeted, a smile evident in the words, “...hi.”

You sat your fork down, curious as to why she was calling you so out of the blue. 

“I was wondering if you’d like to hang out with the girls and I after our performance today. We’ve missed you a lot and we want to catch up,” she explained, as if she read your mind. She was straight to the point, and you both loved and hated that.

Part of you wanted her to trade the usual niceties that come when you haven’t talked to someone in a long time, but deep down you knew that reverting to small talk with her wouldn’t have felt quite right either. 

“I–”

“But it’s totally okay if you don’t want to!” She interrupted in a rush, pushing the words out like her life depended on it. 

Her panic was endearing; it almost sounded like a teenager asking out their crush, if you thought about it.

You chuckled lightly, oblivious to the way it made her heart speed up. “I was going to say that I’d love to, Jiu. What time?”

This could be a huge mistake, but she had a way of working past your defenses in an instant, even after all this time. 

Her sigh of relief was audible, though you were sure she didn’t intend for it to be. It just made you smile even more.

“We should be finished up here at Show Champion around seven, so how about eight? That’ll give us time to go to the dorm and freshen up first.”

Your smile faltered at her mention of the dorm. “Sounds good,” you agreed. “Where should I meet you?”

She pulled the phone away from her ear and called for the girls, quickly asking for suggestions. A bittersweet smile graced your lips at the image of them in your mind, all thinking hard and throwing out ideas while gathered around her. It brought back so many memories. 

Sua shouted her choice so loudly that even you heard it crystal clear. The rest of them took a few seconds to agree, and then Jiu put the phone back to her ear. 

“How about our favorite restaurant near the dorm? The one we would always go to at this time of year.”

“I’ll be there.” 

“I can’t wait. See you soon.”

-

You finished your meal and showered before spending nearly a lifetime picking out what you wanted to wear. You didn’t have many fancy clothes to choose from, especially on such short notice, but you managed to put together a nice outfit that was still casual enough for a night out. 

You wanted to do something special – to surprise the girls somehow – just as a way of thanking them for all they’d done. Seeing them would undoubtedly bring back a lot of feelings and memories, but you couldn’t say that you weren’t looking forward to it. You couldn’t remember the last time they’d been free enough to call you up and invite you out, or even when your own schedule had allowed you to be the one to initiate things. So, this once, you felt like indulging a little. Distancing could begin again later. 

Spending some time with them would surely do you some good in the meantime, anyway. At least that’s what you told yourself.

With a glance at the clock, you discovered that you still had plenty of time to throw together a quick little surprise for them. The plan came together in your mind on the fly, and everything seemed completely doable. 

You just crossed your fingers and hoped for the best as you left your apartment and locked the shop up. You really wanted this gesture to make them happy. 

—

The Four Leaf Clover

Your shoes made soft crunching noises as they treaded over the sidewalk, even and rhythmic with your stride. For once, you didn’t mind the chill that washed over your body when the wind blew; it was refreshing. Your mind was too busy wondering what the night would hold to feel upset about anything, really, and you cherished that. You couldn’t remember the last time that had happened. 

The familiar corner shop – your destination – came into view a couple of minutes later, comfortably lit and cozy looking. An old man – one of its owners – sat outside of it on a wooden chair, completing a puzzle. He greeted you with a warm smile and seated bow, and you reciprocated before heading inside.

A small bell above the door announced your entrance.

“Welcome,” a feminine voice chimed, slightly worn with age. 

“Hi, Mrs. Park,” you smiled, approaching the counter. 

“My, my. It’s been too long, Y/N. How have you been?”

You took a breath. 

“Fine; I can’t complain. And you?” 

“Still kicking, sweetie. That’s all I can ask for.” She chuckled to herself. 

You nodded, regarding her. She still looked the same as you remembered. The years hadn’t even given her another wrinkle yet.

“So,” she started, “What can I get for you?”

“I’d like a custom arrangement: just seven pretty flowers with a nice bow.”

She hummed at the simple request. “And what kind of flowers will you be needing?”

“Oh, I um…” Somehow you hadn’t thought that far ahead. “I’m not sure, actually.”

“Don’t worry,” she mitigated. “I can pick them out for you. Who are they for? And what’s the occasion?”

Your shoulders relaxed a little, put at ease. 

“For some friends,” you explained. “We haven’t seen each other in a while.”

As you pictured all seven of them, Jiu stood out in your mind, like usual. The owner eyed you, studying the unconscious smile on your lips. 

“Friends, huh?” She teased. 

You opened your mouth to respond, but she didn’t let you. 

“I’ll have it ready in a jiffy. Hang tight, sweetheart.” She turned and pushed her way past the swinging doors that led to the back, shuffling off to put together your arrangement. 

You took the next few minutes to leisurely stroll around the small shop and admire all the creations it had to offer. Handmade crafts, knick knacks, and fresh bouquets were displayed beautifully. Small hand written signs indicated their prices, hanging near them or leaning on their stands. The marker lines on them were a little shaky, showing that whoever wrote them had done so with a trembling hand. 

The little details like that, seemingly so insignificant, showcased just how much effort the two of them put into the store. 

They’d been running it ever since you could remember. Having grown up nearby and attended your training at the company, you were never very far from it. When you moved into the dorm with the girls, it only brought you closer. The place almost always stayed busy, being frequented by families and supporters alike at all times of the year. 

Specials were given during exam season, because the Parks were aware of the stress that families were already under. They still wanted the students’ efforts to be celebrated. 

Those in mourning were given discounts on funeral arrangements to lessen their burdens.

Holiday events were hosted towards the end of the year, giving people the chance to come in and learn to properly decorate their own arrangements. Refreshments were provided, and they never failed to bring out the festive joy that that time of year is known for. Classes were taught by Mrs. Park, with her husband handing out supplies and ensuring everyone was well taken care of. 

Even when one of them was ill, the store stayed open. They made a promise to each other to keep their doors open for as long as possible, and they stayed true to that. 

That kind of consistency is beyond rare. 

You can only imagine how many days they saved by simply being open. Birthdays, funerals, anniversaries, parties, house warmings… you name it, they’ve saved it. 

It made you smile to yourself in a grateful kind of way, as your fingertips traced along the side of an antique clock on the counter. This tiny store, so unassuming and quaint, housed so many memories for so many people. 

What a beautiful thing it was.

—

“Seven orange alstroemerias,” Mrs. Park called, signaling that she was finished. 

You padded your way back over to her and found her zhuzhing up a beautiful array of them. They were vibrant and open wide, flaunting their colors. 

“They symbolize devotion and friendship,” she informed. 

“They’re perfect. Thank you so much.” 

Your fingertips skated over the silky material of the bow she had wrapped around them. It was prettier than you ever could’ve imagined.

She smiled deeply. “No problem, sweetheart.”

“How much do I owe you?” You inquired, reaching into your pocket for your cash.

“Twelve dollars.”

When you handed her the total amount, she took it into her small hands and pressed some buttons on the register to enter it in.

You peered down into the bouquet as you slid it closer to yourself, and a flash of red amongst the sea of orange caught your eye, nestled a little further down than all the others. Its petals were far different, too.

“Oh, ma’am,” you said, catching her attention before she could hand your change back. “You put an extra flower in here. A rose.”

“Oh, did I?” She tutted, but her response gave you the feeling that it wasn’t such an accident after all. “Go ahead and keep it, then. Free of charge,” she waved her hand into the air. “I’m sure you can find someone to give it to.”

She absolutely did that on purpose. The tell-tale smile on her lips as she handed you your change sold her out on the spot.

“Thank you.”

“You're welcome, honey. Have a good evening.”

You smiled just the same as her, finally on the same wavelength. “You, too.”

—-----

Show Champion 

The flowers rested in the crook of your elbow as you sent a quick text on your phone, letting your friend know that you were outside the building. The wind blew rather harshly as you waited for a reply; it rippled over your long overcoat and nipped at your cheeks, stinging your skin. 

Go-eun, the woman you were waiting on, had worked here ever since you were still a part of MINX. It was here that you first met her, all that time ago, and an easy-going friendship had blossomed almost immediately. Despite everything that had happened over the past few years, she had remained your friend and stayed in touch through it all. You were beyond glad to have her.

Before long, an outside door creaked open and her smiling face emerged. She had on a headset that connected her to the action that was happening inside. 

Her hand raised to it and she pressed a button as she motioned you inside. You stepped through the threshold and shook the cold off. 

“I owe you one.”

Her head swayed lightly and she waved a dismissing hand. “Don’t mention it. It’s the least I can do.”

“Thank you, Go-eun. Really.”

Her smile simply deepened in response, and she sent you a thumbs up for encouragement. You had explained your plan over the phone on your way to the performance hall, and she herself was excited to see it unfold. 

“Go get ‘em.”

You parted ways and headed down the side hallway towards the waiting rooms for the artists. The layout was still somewhat familiar from your time as an idol, but they had clearly rearranged some things in your absence. Your hands gripped the flowers a little harder, ringing their stems unconsciously.

After some walking, you rounded one final corner and were greeted by a sight that made your breath hitch tightly in your throat. 

Jiu’s laughter filled the hall as she exited a room, leading all the other girls out. They were joking about something that Sua had said, and they lightly jostled each other around. Gahyeon and Handong, the two new members, looked radiant in the dark outfits that their stylists had prepared. They fit into the group seamlessly, filling your shoes in some ways that you never could’ve. 

From what you had seen of them during your occasional bouts of watching Dreamcatcher’s content, it was easy to see how much they shined. They deserved every good thing in the world; they worked hard to achieve their dreams, just the same as the rest of you. They were talented; you could see why they were chosen for a task as daunting as a rebranding. 

No hard feelings existed between you, but your heart undeniably ached at the sight of them all together. Yet again, you were stuck on the outside looking in. 

From idol to fan, just like that. The beheld to the admirer. It still got to you.

“Y/N?”

Yoohyeon was the first to notice you. Her voice was small and full of cautious hope. She didn’t want to blink and find out that she was imagining things.

“Hi, Yooh. Miss me?” You smiled sadly, tilting your head. 

Her lip quivered in response. She always was the most emotional out of all of them.

Despite the loudness of the stage further away in the building, the hallway had fallen almost completely silent. It rang in your ears. The drop of a pen could be heard. 

The rest of them turned in your direction at the sound of your voice. Jiu locked eyes with you; her brows knitted together pitifully, like she wanted to cry, too. 

“What’re you doing here?” Incredulity shimmered in her tone.

The others perked up behind her, regarding you in quiet astonishment. They never expected you to be here.

Down the hall, near where Go-eun was peeking out at the crowd through a curtain, a security officer pressed the button of his walkie-talkie and spoke an order into it. He was keeping watch, making sure things ran smoothly.

You smiled to yourself and reached into the bouquet to retrieve the rose. Once it was freed, you outstretched it to Jiu. Her fingertips brushed against its petals as she glanced at the others. She realized then that hers was the only rose.

You were able to watch that fact dawn on her, filling her with hope. 

Could this mean that you…

“I wanted to surprise you all and show my support,” you explained. “I hope you–”

It all happened in a flash.

“Stop right there!” A booming voice shouted suddenly. Quick-moving footsteps, heavy and dull as they resounded against the floor, accompanied it.

Just as Sua stepped forward to see what the commotion was, two men approached either side of you and roughly grabbed you by the arms. 

None of you had thought that their warning was aimed at you.

The flowers all fell to the ground, getting stomped on by their careless feet. 

“Hey!” Dami exclaimed in response. 

You struggled against them, tugging on your arms in an attempt to be freed. Despite the attempts you made to explain who you were, they didn’t listen.

“We’re sorry, ladies.” They addressed the girls, “She must’ve managed to sneak her way back here from the crowd.”

Your heart sank. They thought you were just another fan. 

Jiu stepped forward, extending a hand to you.

Siyeon spoke up, “But she’s–”

They smugly shook their heads, and one of them raised a hand to stop her. “Don’t worry, we’ll get her out of your hair.”

Sua looked at them like they were insane. As they turned on their heels and harshly pulled you along, she marched behind them and grabbed the sleeve of one of their uniforms. 

“Yah, saekki, she’s not just a fan!” She shouted. 

They turned around, looking embarrassed and caught off guard by her use of language. “What?”

“She’s our friend. Now let her go.”

If looks could kill, those two men would’ve dropped dead on the spot. They released you in an instant and apologized, quickly bowing multiple times to everyone to show their so-called respect. They rushed away, returning to their posts immediately after.

In their wake, the hallway returned to silence. Blaring, awful silence. 

Although the encounter was over fairly quickly and was now resolved, the damage had been done. 

Yoohyeon approached you and tried to fix your mussed clothes, but you caught her hands before she could. You held them in your own, looking past her at the mangled bouquet on the ground, completely ruined. Aside from being pissed off, the girls all looked distressed and sad. Gahyeon and Handong averted their gazes, feeling ashamed. Jiu was almost teary eyed; Sua was shaking her head in anger; Siyeon went quiet; and Dami had her jaw set with a look of contempt on her face. Staggered curses fell from their lips.

In a matter of just a couple minutes, their happiness had soured and turned into this. What could’ve been a wonderful moment was now marred by your presence and the chaos that you brought along. 

You never should have come here. 

“I-I’m sorry, everyone.”

You dropped Yoohyeon’s hands and turned around, briskly striding towards the side door that you had entered. Tears of embarrassment stung your eyes, and you quickly swiped them away.

Go-eun looked concerned as you approached, but you just shook your head at her and left with a promise of explaining later. The wind was somehow even colder than before as you rushed out the door, and once it mixed with your salty tears you finally let yourself go. 

Fresh ones fell freely, replacing the others that threatened to dry from the wind. You sat down outside of the building and pressed your back against the frigid surface of the wall. Your forehead came to rest on your knees as you cried, feeling stupid. 

Why had you ever expected that to work out? You were such an idiot. 

Gahyeon reached down and picked up the bouquet, frowning. Sua and Siyeon had left directly after you to reprimand the security officers, and Dami was comforting a teary Yoohyeon. Jiu still held her rose in her hands, turning it over and over. 

She glanced back at the girls and nodded before heading after you. In the small gap that existed between her belt and the outside of her pants, she slid the stem of her rose. With it secured in place, she quickly treaded down the hallway.

When she slipped out the side door and saw you curled up, her heart broke. You raised your head at the sound of the heavy metal latching back into place behind her, and inadvertently met her gaze.

You stood up and wiped the rest of your tears before walking in the opposite direction. You didn’t even give her a chance to speak.

Although she was taken aback, she didn’t stall in going after you. Not anymore.

“Go back inside, Jiu.”

“No.”

You walked further down the sidewalk, tucking your hands into your pockets. “If you stick around me, I’ll just end up causing more problems.”

“Don’t say that, Y/N!” She scolded, sounding even more upset than she was inside. She had no reason to be, since you were just removing yourself from the situation. She wouldn’t have to worry about you anymore this way.

“Why shouldn’t I? It’s true, and we both know it!” You returned, exasperated. “You don’t have to pretend otherwise for my sake.”

“I’m not pretending,” she pressed, following after you. Her outfit wasn’t suitable for the weather, but the emotions coursing through her numbed her to the chill. This exchange hurt her more than the wind ever could, anyway. Why did you insist so hard on leaving?

“Just stop,” you said over your shoulder, not bothering to turn around. “Maybe another day,” you said, in reference to your plans.

You were far too upset to enjoy the night after all that, and awkwardly pretending that it didn’t happen would be just as painful.

“No!” She erupted, grabbing your arm and spinning you around. Your jaw went a little slack at the suddenness of it; this was a totally new side of her. 

“I’m sick of waiting, Y/N. That’s all I’ve ever done when it comes to you, and I’m not doing it anymore.”

Your brows furrowed. “What are you talking about?”

Her features were strikingly beautiful – so sharp. Their jaded edges displayed everything she was feeling, despite your inability to read them. You were still just as oblivious as ever.

She snuck a hurried glance around the both of you before pulling you over to the side of the building. She pushed you against it directly after, catching you off guard. Her arms wound around your middle as she moved to hold you close.

You had half the inclination to ask what she was doing, but the feeling of her mouth on yours interrupted those thoughts before they could even finish forming. 

Her lips kissed a reply against yours, saying all the words she never could before. 

I love you, they pressed, urgent and hard enough to bruise.

I always have, they whispered without words, soft in their reassurance. 

A million confessions flowed from them to yours, spreading like the strawberry gloss that painted them so beautifully. She couldn’t possibly have cared less about the messy state you were putting her in; she lived for the way you came alive in her arms, kissing her back with just as much passion as she felt herself. It was a confirmation that the feelings she had were mutual in the best type of way. 

A muffled sigh left you as you brought your arms up to wrap around her neck and draw her in closer. She pressed the length of her body against yours, molding to you like never before. Her hands gripped your hips possessively, begging you to stay for once in your life and see this through. She was afraid to let go again.

Her teeth captured your bottom lip as you tilted your head to the side, granting her more access. She took the opportunity to deepen the kiss without a second thought, releasing her inhibitions. She lost herself in your taste – in the feel of you. It was everything that she’d hoped for and more after spending so many years waiting. 

You were like Heaven to touch. 

The perfume on your neck drew her under as her lips trailed over your sensitive skin there, leaving a mark in their wake. 

She smiled when your hand fisted in her hair, returning the desperation that she felt. Her head was in the clouds. 

“Please don’t ever run away like that again,” she whispered against your jawline, allowing her lips to brush it in the process. “What happened wasn’t your fault.” She left small kisses behind as little reminders of her love for you. 

“Just because things went sideways in there doesn’t mean we don’t want you around. We’ve all missed you so much, Y/N/N… you have no idea.”

“I’m sorry.”

She pulled away enough to touch her nose to yours, moving it side to side. When you laughed at the feeling, she smiled. 

“The girls and I need you more than you know. They love you, and I…” she paused, swallowing nervously, “I love you. I have for a long time now.”

You stole another quick kiss from her lips, rewarding her for her confession. “Me too.”

Her thumbs rubbed comforting patterns against your hips. “Then will you stay? Please?”

You took a deep breath of the evening air to bring you back to your senses. You were still reeling, if you were honest, and thinking straight wasn’t something you felt very capable of with the woman of your dreams holding you in her arms like she was. Her kiss-swollen lips pouted, only further corrupting you. 

“I’ll stay,” you nodded. “And we can still go to the restaurant.”

She pulled away and did a little victory dance that had you smiling in an instant. Her face brightened, donning a beautiful smile as she cheered. She was such a dork that you almost couldn’t stand it. 

If any paparazzi were lurking nearby, her questionable choice of celebratory dance moves would’ve undoubtedly been a larger scandal then the kisses you shared. 

“Alright, alright,” you interrupted after a few seconds, stepping forward and grabbing her wrist to stop her. “We get the idea.”

“I’m just so happy,” she cooed, gazing into your eyes with so much love you nearly swooned at the mere sight of it. 

“So are we,” Sua said from nearby all of a sudden.

“AHHH!” Both you and Jiu let out a scream of terror at the same time.

“How long have you been standing there?!” Jiu barked, recovering with a hand over her heart.

Sua pursed her lips, thinking for a second. “Just long enough to see your dance.”

“Very interpretive,” Siyeon narrowed her eyes and nodded, giving a thumbs up. She slung her arm around Sua’s shoulder as she came to stand beside her.

Yoohyeon and Dami appeared behind them a few seconds later, attempting to suppress their laughter. “You guys didn’t hear the door latch? It’s like a hundred years old.” Yoohyeon giggled. 

You cleared your throat, blushing more than you would’ve liked to. “I guess we were a little preoccupied.”

“Yeah, about to fuc–” Gahyeon began.

“Language!” The unnies all shouted in unison, interrupting the youngest member. She rolled her eyes, but an amused smile rested on her lips regardless as she neared the group as well. It grew wider when she looked at you, causing her eyes to form into little crescents. 

Handong was the last to show herself, but it was for a good reason. 

The bouquet was cradled in her hands, still wrapped in the paper and bow that it came with. Tape was wound around every broken piece of the flowers’ stems, making them semi-straight again. All of the girls had done their best to repair the damage that the guards had done, and that simple gesture alone made you want to cry all over again. The sentiment was unexpected but beyond welcome. 

“We’re really excited to spend the evening with you, Y/N,” Handong spoke, soft and smooth. “The girls talk about you all the time.”

You glanced around at all of them, finally feeling content in a way you hadn’t since you left the dorm all that time ago. So much love and adoration shined in their eyes for you, clear as day. For you, they’d do just about anything.

And while things wouldn’t ever be quite the same as they were before, you knew then that the girls would forge a new future with you in it, however they needed to. They never wanted to lose you again, and something about this time felt different. Deep down in your heart, you knew it would last.

As their arms all wrapped around you in the group hug that Sua initiated, you let your eyes fall shut. 

“I’m excited, too,” you said, smiling to yourself. 

And for the first time in a long time, you really meant it. 

Relief

Pairing: Sua x Fem!Reader

Warnings / Misc. -- Smut, Some Fluff

Word Count: 4,287

Summary: When a rough day at work leaves you in need of some TLC, Sua knows just what to do to make things better.

Disclaimer: This writing is a work of fiction, and no disrespect is meant for those mentioned herein.

A/N: Hey everyone! Here's some Sua smut :) Next up is Yoohyeon, so stay tuned!

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Friday, 11:37 PM – Y/N's Apartment, Seoul, SK

Your bleary eyes raised to meet Sua’s warm ones the moment you arrived at the door to your apartment. She didn’t even give you the chance to put your key in the lock before she had it opened and was welcoming you in, the ghost of a frown on her lips, pitying you. 

She greeted you softly, so as to not worsen the pounding headache that you’d mentioned over the phone. 

In one smooth motion, your bag was surrendered to her waiting hands, and you were melting into her strong frame as she drew you in close. 

"Come here, my love," she sighed, happy to finally have you back in her arms. 

She shut the door and locked it before setting your bag on the entry table, never once pulling away. You slipped your shoes off and blindly nudged them in the direction of the door, resolving to tidy them up later. You nuzzled your face into the crook of her neck, reveling in the comforting smell of her perfume as it greeted your chilly nose. 

The sensation brought goosebumps to her skin and reminded her of the surprise she had waiting in the other room. 

She rubbed your back gingerly, asking, “How does a bath sound? I have everything ready; we just have to put the water in.”

You nodded softly, your pouty lips brushing her pulsepoint in the process. 

“That’s my girl,” she smiled, pressing a kiss to your temple before turning around to lead you to the bathroom. One of her arms remained wrapped around you, helping you amble your way there. 

The soft scent of roses was the first to greet you upon arrival, and you blinked your eyes open as she turned to shut the door behind the two of you. 

Around the room, candles were placed in various spots, flickering gently and providing enough light that she didn’t need to turn on the overhead one. Some were on the floor, while others sat on the end of the tub or along the sink. 

In addition, rose petals were scattered across the tile. Vibrant, rich hues of red caught both the shadows and golden light of the room, looking like something out of a movie. 

A plethora of essential oils was placed near the tub, waiting and ready for you to choose from as you pleased.

“I know today was rough, so I wanted to try and make it a little better,” she explained from just behind you, peering around at the room as if she hadn’t spent the last hour making sure everything was perfect. 

She could almost give you the precise coordinates of each individual petal, if you asked. That’s how serious she took it. 

Your sock-clad feet wiggled, reveling in the softness of the swath of petals beneath you. Sometimes the depth of her love was too much for you to wrap your head around; the notion that she took so much time and effort out of her own day to make yours even a fraction better meant the world to you and then some.

“It’s not much,” she dismissed humbly, “but I couldn’t just sit around and do nothing.”

“It’s perfect, jagi,” you refuted gently, lifting your head to look over at her. 

Your eyes were glossy, practically brimming with salty tears just waiting to fall. Her sentimental side always had a way of doing that to you. 

“Hey,” she soothed, stepping forward to hug you close again. “Don’t cry. Let’s just get you in the tub, yeah? You’ll feel better in no time.”

“Alright,” you mumbled, nodding. As you reached up with one hand to wipe your tears, she gently took the other into her own and led you across the room. 

Her fingers skimmed down the front of your shirt as she faced you, gliding towards the buttons so she could begin undoing them. You watched her fondly, noticing the concentration on her features when she reached a troublesome one. 

Soon you were freed of the garment, and she slid it off of your shoulders before reaching around to undo your bra. It fell easily, and in less than a second – she’d become a master at undressing you over your years together, and the sentiment of that made you smile a little. 

“Is there anything in particular you’d like for dinner?” She asked as she lowered down onto her knees. The cushioned rug below welcomed her, preventing her skin from meeting the hard tile. “I’m planning to fix something while you’re in here.”

You swallowed thickly when she undid the first button of your jeans, feeling her warm breath spread across your exposed abdomen. Though her intention wasn’t necessarily set on getting you going, her movements certainly didn’t get the memo. 

When you failed to answer her, she lightly pinched your thigh. 

“U-uh,” you stuttered, trying to come up with a reply. “Maybe Y/Fav/Dish?”

She nodded, accepting the request without a second thought. “I’ve been craving it, too, actually, so that’ll be good.”

The material of your pants was soon tugged down to your ankles, and she helped you step out of each leg before finally peering up at you. The sight alone – her pretty eyes, warm and full of love as they gazed into your own – was enough to flip your stomach. But being practically naked in front of her – just the slip of a hand, or a kiss away from starting something sinful – filled your mind with possibilities that were lightyears away from innocence. 

Surely it was just the fatigue talking. You were exhausted, truly, so it was no wonder your emotions were so out of whack. Normally you weren’t this easy to rile up.

She looped her fingers in the material of your panties and slid them down your smooth legs, seemingly taking her time with it. 

If she noticed the way your nails pressed into your palms to prevent you from pulling her in, she didn't show it.

Once the thin garment came to pool at your feet, her eyes tracked back up to your center. 

They widened subtly – a mix of surprise and pride swirling within them – as she spotted the slick there. It glistened in the candlelight, making her smile. 

You looked away, feeling a bit embarrassed under her observant gaze. 

“Is that for me, baby?”

The wonder in her voice pushed away your shyness, if only for a moment. “Of course,” you answered, peeking back at her. "Who else?"

“But I haven’t even touched you yet…”

Her use of the word yet made your heart skip a beat. 

An amused scoff left you. “Do you seriously think this is the first time I’ve gotten wet just by being around you?”

Sua swallowed, blinking a couple of times as she centered her thoughts. Admittedly, that simple question sent her imagination a little wild. 

“Well I-” she paused, and you watched as her innocent wonder melted away, getting replaced by a self-satisfied smirk that you adored as much as you loathed. “I knew I was good, but that good?” Her brows raised, and she looked you up and down. “I’m honored, jagi.”

You reached a hand out to her shoulder and playfully shoved her backwards, making her flail for a moment as she fought to remain balanced. 

“Don’t let it go to your head,” you warned, pointing a finger at her in mock authority as you stepped past her and closer to the tub. 

You leaned over to examine the oils and scents that she had laid out for you, rummaging through them until you found the ones you wanted. You sat them apart from the rest and turned the faucet on, ensuring that the water flowing out was a good temperature. 

When you were satisfied, you grabbed the stopper and pushed it into the drain’s entrance.

Gradually, the tub began to fill. As the water splashed out into it, you added a few drops of the liquids to the steady stream and watched as suds began to appear in time with the new smells being released. 

It was pleasant, and you inhaled peacefully as you sat the last bottle down.

But suddenly, just as you went to upright yourself, a surprised moan was slipping out of your mouth and resounding around the room alongside the swashing of the water. 

Sua wordlessly bent you forward a little further, causing you to steady yourself on the wall with a shaky hand. The tile was cool against your palm – almost capable of distracting you from the heat pooling between your thighs. 

Her soft lips kissed a messy, impatient path from the back of your thigh up to your center, and you couldn’t help but shut your eyes. It felt like she had been holding back – restraining herself, for a time – and her resolve had crumbled.

Her hands stroked your skin gingerly, working up from your calves to the curve of your ass. 

With you presented so beautifully for her, positioned just right, she couldn’t stop herself from getting a taste. 

You whimpered when her tongue parted your folds and she began to lap up your arousal. It caught you off guard at first, coming out of left field, but you responded immediately, on instinct, and pushed yourself against her a little more. 

The tip of her tongue dipped into your entrance briefly, teasing you with the promise of what she was capable of. She moaned against you, enjoying the way you squirmed at the stimulation. 

“Sua…”

The arch of your back gave her better access, and she took advantage of it for a few glorious seconds, indulging the both of you. She reached an arm between your parted, trembling legs to toy with your clit; it was already swollen, just begging to be touched by her.

"You taste so good," she praised against you, voice low and lustful. She licked you again, but this time it was slower – more torturous. Like she was savoring you in more ways than one. 

You unconsciously writhed, pursuing the warmth of her mouth and tongue; but she merely grasped your hips and stilled them. 

There was little more you could do than moan in response to her strong grip; it was gentle enough, but an undeniable roughness lied just beyond her fingertips, waiting to be unleashed. 

It was easy to see that she wanted to ruin you, right then and there. But she refrained.

"I've been thinking about this all day," she admitted. Her lips ghosted across your sensitive center as she spoke, making you whine. "I already couldn't concentrate at work, but it was even worse when I got home. One look at the couch and I was thinking about the mess you made on it last night." 

"Oh god," you groaned pitifully, not only at her words but also the memories they brought back. 

She'd fucked you so hard that you'd been plagued with a limp all day – and a difficult one to conceal at that. 

Embarrassing, sure, but even more so arousing. The ache simply reminded you who you belonged to. That you were hers, totally and utterly. 

And you wanted more. No – needed it.

A breathless please was all you could manage, but it proved successful for the time being. 

She quickened her pace and pushed her tongue in further, feeling her own clit throb at the way your walls clenched around the intrusion. Your slick dripped down her chin, making a mess as you greedily swayed your hips to gain more friction against her face. 

She entertained it for a bit longer, getting just as lost in the sensation as you did; but just when that familiar fire in the pit of your stomach was sparking up, she retreated. 

All at once, without warning. Like the gates of Heaven itself were shut right before you and you were pulled back to Earth. 

A chaste kiss was placed against your folds, serving as a parting gift before she fully withdrew. 

Dazed and confused, you found yourself sulking at the loss of contact; the haze of pleasure had clouded your mind and made you forget about the task you had been in the middle of, before her little sexcapade started up.

At the sound of your ensuing, frustrated sigh, she could only grin.

“Tub’s full, baby,” she noted, standing up to reach around you and turn the water off. The simple observation served as a stand-in explanation for her withdrawal, and you accepted it after a moment. 

You were excited for the bath – to unwind after such a long day and get the chance to de-stress – but part of you wanted to say to hell with it and drag her to the bedroom so she could finish what she started. 

Though, of course, her efforts weren’t lost on you, and you knew you couldn’t just disregard the work she had put into arranging all of this for you. It deserved to be used and taken advantage of – but that didn’t mean you couldn’t strike up a deal with her somewhere in the middle. 

“Will you stay?” You tried, looking at her over your shoulder with an expression that she admittedly couldn’t say no to. "At least for a bit?" The soft grip you applied to her wrist didn’t help her resolve any, either. 

“Sure," she agreed with a smile. "Go ahead and get in; I’ll move some of this,” she motioned to the candles and petals around the tub. 

You followed her instructions and stepped inside, wincing at the slight sting that the hot water brought on. It mellowed out once you lowered yourself in and got comfortable, fading to a pleasant tingle, which you reveled in.

Steam radiated from the water's surface as Sua quickly cleared a spot for herself beside the tub, just behind your back. She retrieved a stool from the adjoining closet and placed it down, taking a seat.

Her fingers raked through your hair as she gathered up all of its strands, and soon she was twisting a band around them to keep them up and out of the way.

A quiet hum of gratitude resounded in your chest, and she kissed your temple in reply.

No more words were spoken after that for a while; they simply weren't needed. She knew that some silence would serve your tired mind well, and, frankly, she didn't need to be told how to help you relax. 

She already knew all of your ins and outs. What you liked, what you needed to unwind. 

Like the Sun in the sky, casting itself across the world below, she watched over you. Made sure you were comfortable, not needing for anything. That you were content and happy, tucked away from the outside world and centered in your own little paradise. 

It was domesticity at its finest, and you both loved it. Touches conveyed a million unspoken words; glances and microexpressions even more. Just the simple hitch of a breath could enable you to read one another like a book. 

So, of course, when a moan slipped out of your mouth at the feeling of her hands kneading your shoulders, Sua smiled knowingly. Like clockwork, she'd expected it; one muscle in particular always gave you trouble, and with the right application of pressure and care, you–

"Mmm," you moaned again, features scrunched up in equal amounts of pleasure and pain. 

"That's it, sweet girl. Let it out," she encouraged.

You listened, and soon the tension was leaving your body in droves.

When your shoulders and neck had loosened up, her hands drifted lower, ebbing just as softly as the water as they disappeared beneath the bubbly surface. 

Once they reached your abdomen, you allowed your head to loll back against the cool edge of the tub. You could feel her just beyond the limits of it, hovering close, warm and tempting. Her breaths landed on the exposed skin of your neck, a little jagged as they showcased her own sweet arousal. 

Tension and comfort permeated the air, mingling together like two lovers. They blended into one sensual, cozy ambience that came to settle over the room. 

The first two fingers of her right hand made contact with your clit languidly, taking their time, in no rush at all. Your sensitivity was through the roof already, but you pushed it aside to the best of your ability to enjoy her for as long as possible. 

She used all of the patterns you liked best, alternating between them as she dipped her head down to kiss your neck. You both loved and loathed the fact that she knew you so well; it was a bit embarrassing to be getting worked up again so easily, but god did it feel good. 

She moved in closer, raising her left hand to knead one of your breasts. The movement centered you between her arms, and it provided an added element of support. You were free to melt into her – to let yourself go. 

She rolled your nipple between her fingertips, toying with it as it hardened.

Her tongue slipped past her parted lips to lick across your skin in between kisses, swirling over the marks she left behind to soothe them.

“Sua, please,” you whispered breathlessly, shifting slightly. The waterline wavered, lapping a bit because of your movements. 

“How do you want it, baby?”

“I want your fingers,” you pleaded. “I need you inside.”

“Okay,” she whispered against your pulsepoint, as she obediently trailed her fingers down from your swollen, aching clit to your entrance. You were more than ready for her, and she could feel it from the very second she circled them over it. 

Desperation ruled you, clouding your mind; all you wanted was her. 

The whines that left your lips sold you out, each serving as its own plea for her to fuck you. On their own accord, your legs parted wider, falling open as far as the bounds of the tub would allow. 

Her fingers dipped inside of you with ease, and she didn’t waste anymore time teasing. Even if she had wanted to, she couldn’t have; the pulse of your walls was simply intoxicating. It spurred her on, luring her in further with every flutter and rush of warmth that came to surround her fingers. 

Wetness pooled in her own panties as well, leading her to unconsciously grind against the middle seam of her pants to attain relief in the meantime. 

"Can you take three, sweetheart?" She nibbled lightly on your ear, causing you to squirm helplessly. "Hmm? Will this pretty pussy stretch a little more for me?" 

Eager to please, you nodded vehemently, trapping your bottom lip tightly between your teeth. The move muffled your whimpers to a degree, but Sua heard every one of them. They were shuddered and broken – changing pitch when she finally slid another finger into you.

Your bare back met the soft material of her shirt when she pressed forward, transferring little droplets of water over to the fibers. 

Your mouth fell open when she pushed in knuckle-deep, curling them in time with the press of her palm to your clit. She took advantage of the opportunity presented and kissed you, greedily exploring your mouth as you sought air. All tongue and lips, she took what she wanted, making you melt into her and let her have her way. 

You could taste yourself on her when she deepened the kiss, and your legs instinctively closed around her hand, keeping her in place. You humped wantonly, inspired by the proud groan that resounded low in her throat. 

Water splashed roughly against the sides of the tub, some spilling over; but she simply leaned further into you and tightened her hold, cradling you close as you spiraled towards the edge of no control. 

Your heart pounded in your ears, so loudly that you feared she could hear it as clearly as you. 

The rush of warmth throughout your body – hot blood pumping through your veins, sent to each and every site that she touched you – brought even more blush to the surface of your heated skin. Flushed, desperate, yearning: you were a wreck for her in so many incredible ways. 

“Ah,” she sighed into your mouth, breaking the kiss but not pulling away, “just like that, baby. You’re close, aren’t you?” Her fingers curled within you, repeatedly rubbing up against your g-spot as a cocky smirk played on her lips. 

If you had been standing, your knees would’ve given out in a second. 

“Y-yes,” you struggled out, proud of yourself for managing even the simple confirmation.

“I can feel it,” she admitted, pressing a kiss to your chin, and then your jaw. “You’re taking me so well. So soft, begging for more.” The satisfaction in her low voice worked wonders for your praise kink, truth be told, and you nearly lost it at her words alone.

Her hand on your chest briefly came up to your mouth, and she extended two fingers, sliding them across your pillowy, kiss-bruised lips. “Open,” she commanded, watching over you from above. 

You did, and she pushed them inside, smiling to herself when you obediently swirled your tongue around them, coating them in your saliva. 

“Good girl,” she commended, appreciating how well you were listening. As much as she loved your bratty side – and taming it, more specifically – she couldn’t deny the hold that your submissiveness had on her.

With a wet pop, she drew her fingers out of your mouth and rubbed them against her thumb, coating it as well. She trailed them down to your other breast, finally offering it its own dose of attention as she rolled your nipple between them. 

You gasped when she pinched it, jutting your hips into the air on instinct. Your walls fluttered at the sensation as well, pulling her in deeper. 

This game she was playing with you, this push and pull, perfectly torturous, was just what you had been in need of all day. Where you ended and she began, you had no idea. The water blended everything together; your pleasure was hers, and hers yours. Every time you sank down onto her fingers, striding, leaping and bounding towards ecstasy, she grew closer, too. Due to her own grinding, her ruined panties had worked in between her folds, offering friction to her aching clit. Just from touching you, kissing you, holding you – she was so close.

She was simply under your spell. Enraptured, completely.

And realization dawned on you, then – like the Sun peeking out from behind a batch of clouds – that your headache was gone. Like the best kind of medicine, she was curing you.

Behind your eyelids, colors danced; her fingers flexed deep inside of you, pulsing, guiding them in their waltz like the maestro that she was. 

It didn’t take long for you to finally unwind, unraveling at your very seams with a sharp cry of her name. Surrounded by warmth – immersed in it, both inside and out – you fell into paradise. 

Time stopped for a few seconds, awarding you the opportunity to bask in the moment you had created together. Just as smoothly as the water, she coaxed you through it; and then the aftershocks, planting kiss after kiss against your skin, leaving even more marks in her wake. 

Your head fell back against her shoulder as you drew in deep breaths through your nose, attempting to return to normalcy. She eased out of you, careful and considerate along the way, and you shut your eyes again to calm your heart rate. 

The sound of her sucking her fingers clean of your slick was enough to spark up your desire again, so there’s truly no telling what would’ve happened if you had bore witness to it.

In your post-orgasmic haze, you reveled, holding onto the feeling for as long as humanly possible. Like the reward that it was, you savored it. Euphoria coursed through your frazzled mind, lapping at the edges of it like waves on a shore. You surrendered yourself to the bliss and sighed, feeling content. 

However, the sudden sound of pants hitting the floor brought you out of your reverie. 

Sua stood next to the tub in all of her glory, now naked from head to toe as her hands rested on her hips. She allowed you to gawk, because, frankly, watching you practically eye-fuck her was well worth it. 

“I’ll give you a choice, jagi, since tonight is all about you,” she spoke, when she noticed your tongue darting out of your mouth to wet your lips. 

“I’ll either join you in the tub for round two,” her head tilted to the side subtly as the notion brought a smile to her face, “or I can start prepping dinner.”

This wouldn’t be the first time she’s cooked naked, and the sight of her dressed in only an apron admittedly sent you a little wild, too. But could you pass up on her offer for another round?

You swallowed thickly, feeling overheated again with her brazen attention invested solely on you. 

“What’ll it be?”

‘My demise,’ you thought, though your lips instead declared an aroused, “Come here,” as you tugged her forward by the hand. 

Another splash of water was cast out of the tub as she tumbled into it, displacing itself in the name of making room for her. A high-pitched squeal pierced the air of the room, followed closely by her sweet laughter as she teased you for your eagerness. 

You chuckled, too, feeling the happiness bubble up in your chest as she wrapped herself around you and leaned forward to capture your lips in another kiss. 

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In Your Dreams

Pairing: Yoohyeon x Fem!Reader

Warnings / Misc. -- Smut

Word Count: 2,273

Summary: When a 2AM knock came at your door during one of the season’s most torrential downpours, you never expected to find her, of all people, standing on your porch and looking so desperate. 

Disclaimer: This writing is a work of fiction, and no disrespect is meant for those mentioned herein.

A/N: Hey everyone! Sorry for the wait, but here’s the Yooh smut I promised :) Siyeon is next, so keep an eye out for that <3

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“Yoohyeon?” You gaped, shock evident in your tone as you lowered the television remote in your hand (which you had been fully prepared to use as a weapon, had she been anyone else). You quickly sat it down on the table by the door and peered at her, full of concern.

Her clothes were completely sodden – every fiber of them packed full of chilly rainwater as they clung tightly to her – and you had to make a conscious effort to not stare at the expanse of skin that her partially unbuttoned shirt exposed. 

The dark cover of night behind her was disrupted by the house lights of the neighborhood – all switched on, acting as little beacons of hope through the raging storm. A large flash of lightning came, too, streaking sharply against the brooding clouds above. 

“What are you doing here?” Your wide eyes darted across her features, searching for an explanation, but she shied away for some reason and failed to utter more than a quiet word here or there. 

When a clap of thunder rang out mere seconds later, she tensed slightly, still shivering from the cold.

You shook your head at her odd behavior but reached out, nonetheless, and pulled her inside. 

Perhaps a little shelter from the elements would open her up.

Water cascaded freely off of her, dripping down onto your floors and filling your foyer with its quiet sounds as you quickly shut and locked the door. You approached her again and moved her closer to the nearby vent that blew wondrous, warm air into the open space, silently hoping that it could work some magic. 

But even once you gave her time to acclimate and returned your gaze to hers, she continued to avoid it. 

Curious, you took it upon yourself to reach up and cup her cheeks, coaxing her into letting you see her. 

When you did, something clicked. Only then did you really take in the full sight of her. 

A vibrant blush painted her cheeks, and her pupils were blown wide as she peered back at you. Beneath the mussed, white, now practically see-through button up she had on, a set of dark lingerie showed, complimenting her tanned skin beautifully. One of the lacy straps of it had long ago fallen off of her shoulder, and her breast was close to showing because of that. The lines of her abs were visible as well, and every movement she made was full of some kind of alluring, restrained tension. 

Like it was killing her not to reach out and touch you.

Her bottom lip was rosy and swollen, due to her habit of biting it when she gets aroused. 

“I had a dream about you,” she admitted, like she couldn’t hold it in anymore. Her breathing was a bit quicker than normal – less stable. 

You were her best friend; she couldn’t believe she was about to do something like this. 

Her drenched clothes, paired with the warm air that felt its way up her body, created a tantalizing mix of sensations that caused goosebumps to arise; and your hands on her only multiplied them even more. She almost couldn’t stand it.

“And you drove all the way here because of it?” You wondered aloud, quirking a brow.

Though you weren’t totally oblivious to the implication behind her words, incredulity overtook your mind and tone. Even if she had had a wet dream about you, you were sure she would just laugh it off like everything else. Like every other charged interaction you’d ever shared, that danced precariously along the border of platonicity and attraction. 

There was no way she planned to do something about it. 

…right?

She swallowed, taking a second to decide if she was prepared to cross this boundary with you. You’d both tested the limits of your “friendship” before, playing with fire, toying with the line and pushing things to get a rise out of one another – but neither of you had had the courage to follow through completely. 

At least not until now.

Her head nodded sheepishly, sealing your fate. 

“I tried to take care of it myself, Y/N/N, but nothing felt as good as you did in that dream. Will you help me?” The soft plea in her voice bordered on a whine, and it ignited something in you that you had never fully considered with her before. 

Drip, drip, drip

Water pooled at your feet now, resembling the mess that you had inadvertently made in her panties. 

She wanted to take you right here on the floor, or up against the wall that stood behind you. She wanted to rip your clothes off and hear the beautiful timbre of your voice as you came undone, moaning her name. 

But she didn’t. She waited, doing her best to ignore the throbbing of her center and the curious way your eyes kept returning to her body, dropping lower and lower. She waited on you to make the next move, needing to know you wanted her just as badly as she did you.

“Kiss me, Yooh.”

That simple request set her in motion, and she had you in her arms in a second. The subsequent gasp that resounded in your throat at the coldness of her clothes was muffled by her lips before it really had a chance to escape. 

Desperation took on human form as she backed you up against the wall, stripping out of her shirt and slipping her shoes off all the while. 

You moaned into her mouth when she hastily unzipped your pants, nearly breaking your zipper in the process. 

Her frigid fingers slid past your panties with no further warning, and she whimpered quietly when she felt how wet you already were. 

“Y/N…” 

If there was any chance left of her restraining herself, it would have to be now. She was teetering on the edge of no control, and each second that she spent with you loosened her grip on the reins more and more.

“Keep going,” you breathily instructed, allowing your head to loll back against the wall. “I’m all yours.”

She shuddered, both out of excitement and chill. A new kind of darkness eclipsed the usual innocence of your eyes, and she didn’t quite know what to do with herself because of it. 

“Please tell me this is real…”

You chuckled at her earnesty. Even now, in a moment like this, she was capable of making you laugh. 

When you leaned forward and pressed an open mouthed kiss to her neck, she melted into you. You reached down into her pants to cup her with one hand, feeling the warmth that radiated from her cunt even through the lingerie, while the other wrapped around her, tenderly kneading the supple skin of her ass. 

She rocked against you out of instinct, vying for any bit of relief you would possibly award her; the needy movements pushed her own palm harder against your clit, causing you to moan softly. 

Her heart skipped a beat at the sound. 

“Does this feel real enough, baby?” You asked against her pulsepoint, just as your teeth lightly trailed across her sensitive skin. The taut muscles of her neck jumped as she strained helplessly in response. 

“Fuck,” she whined, embarrassed by how much of a mess you’d turned her into. She could feel your smile grow, and it made her walls pitifully flutter and clench around nothing.

“I know you can answer me better than that,” you teased.

You pushed her lace to the side and easily slid two fingers inside of her dripping heat, resolving to get your answer that way instead. 

“Ah!” She moaned at the intrusion, high pitched and broken as she was caught off guard. She looked down between your bodies, watching your fingers rhythmically disappear and reappear at her entrance as you fucked her. A new rise of blush made its way up to her ears at the sounds that she produced – none of which she had any semblance of control over. 

“Yoohyeon…” you warned, still waiting. 

“Yes, Y/N,” she replied, aware of her mistake – though, truthfully, she would make it again a million times over if it got you to touch her like this every time. “It feels so good. Please,” she stressed, fully aware that she wouldn’t survive if you left her without release now, “...don’t stop.” 

Her wish was your command. 

Encouraged by her words, you hiked one of her legs up around your waist and settled closer to her. The new position enabled you to easily reach her g-spot, and her resulting, guttural moan confirmed it. 

You wasted no time in exploiting that in the best possible kind of way. 

The ache between her thighs mingled with pleasure, both in equal, overwhelming doses. A tingling sensation was creeping its way up her spine, and the butterflies in her stomach only grew more untamed. 

“Just like that, jagiya,” she begged into your ear. 

Her hips stuttered, jerking messily as she bucked into you over and over. 

“You’re doing so good, baby,” you praised, admiring the flush of her skin and the way she trembled in your arms. Her weak legs squirmed, shaking as she used what strength she had left to hump a little faster. 

You added another finger as a silent way of rewarding her, and the resulting rush of warmth you felt around them made you smile. Her walls pulsed, eagerly stretching to accommodate the change, and beckoned you back inside with every pump you delivered. 

Even her pussy was greedy for you. 

Both of her hands went to the back of your neck as she pulled you forward and sealed her lips against yours in the dark. She didn’t waste much time with demurity; her kisses were messy and full of need as she tangled her fingers in your hair and roughly tugged on it. 

She swallowed up the subsequent sound of shock that you let out and used the opportunity to slip her tongue into your mouth. 

It was warm and inviting, just like the rest of her – so eager to please you. She stole your breath away when her kisses grew harsher – more possessive; the tell-tale clenching of her walls around your fingers told you she was getting dangerously close to release, and the small, staccato breaths she let out through her nose made you smile lightly. 

She was so precious, like that. Such a slut for you that she drove all the way to your house in the pouring rain at 2AM, and yet she still clung to her habitual shyness in a few small, undeniable ways. 

Knowing that she had it so bad for you boosted your ego majorly. 

Lightning flashed close by outside, and the bright pulse of it highlighted your combined, desperate movements against one another. She pressed further into you, and you knew she couldn't hold out any longer. 

Her pitiful shaking brought out the more merciful side of you.

“Show me what you can do, Yooh. Cum on my fingers,” you commanded, pulling away just enough to rest your forehead against hers. Her arms tightened around your neck, tethering you impossibly closer. 

The snap of her hips grew messy and rough – more primal as they worked to match the rhythm of your hand – and with a succession of filthy moans and whines, she hit her high. Her raised leg tightened around your waist, flexing to keep you in place. She cried your name out and clung to you, digging her nails into your shoulders hard enough to leave marks. 

You grimaced at the sting, but knowing you’d been the one to make her feel so good made the pain insignificant. 

She buried her face in your neck, peppering slow, grateful kisses there, and you held her close until her breathing began to even out again. 

When she eventually pulled away, you expected her to take a break. You gently lowered her leg and smiled at her, prepared to help her over to the couch so she could recover. 

But her release merely seemed to reenergize her, somehow, and she had no plans of stopping anytime soon.

She dropped to her knees in front of you and slid your pants down your legs in one motion, taking you by surprise. 

“It’s your turn now, baby,” she smirked up at you, tilting her head as a mischievous gleam showed in her eyes. Yet another flash of lightning came, outlining her striking features amid the darkness; she was a vision to behold in every way. 

Her lips easily found your v-line and felt their way across it, leaving kisses and little nips in their wake. Your head lolled back again as the promise of what was to come sank in. 

Along the backs of your calves her hands skimmed, trailing upwards and paying attention to every inch of you that they could touch. Desire led them – a fact evident in the wanton way they groped you. 

“God, I can’t wait to taste you.” She sighed the admission against your skin as if she’d been starved for a year and you were the first bit of food she had laid eyes on since. 

The conviction in her behavior made you blush, wondering how you’d ever survive whatever it was that she had in store. 

How you'd managed to survive so long without it stumped you just as much. 

Your body hummed in silent, aching anticipation. Like a band pulled tight, ready to snap at any moment. 

It seemed to set something off within her.

“You’d better choose a safe word now, Y/N,” she warned. 

hey fav author? how have u been doing, hope u had a good christmas if u celebrated it! :)

@loveminjiz Hi my love! I did, it was a pretty fun time :) The holidays were honestly a bit of a whirlwind for me this year, just super busy and all. But I hope you had a great Christmas and the best New Year ever.

...I also hope you enjoy my new story ;) hehe

Black Magic

Pairing: Witch!Yoohyeon x Fem!Witch!Reader

AU: Wizard / Magical

Warnings / Misc. -- Fluff, Mild Angst, Use of Potions, Smut

Word Count: ~ 9,921

Disclaimer: This writing is a work of fiction and no disrespect is meant for those mentioned herein.

A/N: Happy October, everyone! I’m back again with another writing. I hope you enjoy it :) Take care of yourselves, you lovely people.

P.S. ~ It gets better as it goes on.

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The day was dreary. A melancholic sort of fog had come to settle over the academy’s grounds, tinting everything with a grey hue that inspired nothing but lethargy. Rain clouds loomed overhead, holding within their dark wisps the promise of a stormy evening.

Just the same as the students were miserable and affected by it all, so too were the faculty. That shared trait meant the day would be a lazy one, given that no one had it in themselves to offer much more than the bare minimum. Work would still be assigned, of course, and deadlines were still in place, but the insipidity of the outside world had already seeped in and begun to take over. 

With everyone at its mercy, they did their best to just push through it. 

And you, sipping on your third energy potion of the day and hiding away in the back of the library, were making some progress on that mission. 

A hefty textbook laid open beside your notebook on the table in front of you, full of sketches and drawings to accompany the paragraphs of mind-numbing information in between. It was for your anatomy class, and you were studying for the exam you had coming up next week. 

To the left of you, windows arched high into the air, soaring until they reached the roof. A mural sprawled its way across the ceiling, picking up where the windows left off and stretching to the other sides of the room. It depicted a beautiful night sky, full of lone stars, constellations, and other celestial bodies. Paired with the wooden interior of the room – a rich brown that exuded pristine excellence – it looked wonderful.  

Only once you came to that conclusion did you realize that your eyes had drifted away from your book again. 

You rubbed them, hoping to ease the ache they felt and gear yourself up for another hour or two of study. The words in front of you had begun to blur together, though, and you knew you needed to take a break if you hoped to actually retain any information at all. 

The chair beneath you made a hushed squeak as you stood up and pushed it in. You didn’t bother to pack your things up before leaving; you were coming back soon, after all, and it was incredibly unlikely that anyone would want to steal any of it. If the worn pages and poorly done annotations enticed them that much, then more power to them. 

Endless shelves stood tall as you wound your way around them on your journey to the hall outside. The sea of books that resided on all of them, meticulously organized and not a hair out of place, painted the air of the room with a richness unlike anything else. The ink, the aged pages – it all intermingled, blending their every story into an amalgamated masterpiece. It was comforting, in a lot of ways, but a little overwhelming, too. 

The sheer amount of history that these four walls held was enough to make your head spin if you thought about it long enough. 

The library's glass doors swung open easily as you pushed them, revealing an unusually calm main hall. Activity was sparse, with merely a handful of students walking to class or digging through their lockers. A few pockets of people glanced your way upon hearing the door, but they went back to minding their own business a few seconds later. 

Along the walls, mounted torches burned brightly. Just like in the library, multiple arching windows gave a wide view of the academy’s grounds. Together, the two sources offered plenty of light to the hall. It still attempted to brood, though, with its dark corners and shady sections that vied to be different. 

As you passed by a set of lockers, a new poster caught your eye.

Fall Formal served as its title, big and bold at the top of the page. Below it were the specifics, like where it was being held and how much tickets were. Ophelia Square and thirty dollars, respectively. 

You simply shook your head at it and continued on. Brighton Academy had never once in its many years of existence pulled off a dance worth going to – formal or otherwise. And it was a pity, too, because the aesthetic and facilities were all there at its disposal. 

Could you have put any faith in it, you might have even considered going. 

But you learned your lesson long ago, during your first year here. Now it was your third; you were practically a natural at seeing through the many façades that the school tried to put up. 

At Brighton, a healthy dose of reality never hurt, anyways. Being surrounded by magic and other unthinkable things on the daily could cause people to get a little… out of touch, after all.

Clearly you valued your wit and cynicism more than most. 

For the most part, though, it seemed rather harmless. Perhaps you were judging too hard. Maybe this would be the year that they finally turned things around. 

“Yubin, I can’t do that!”

Suddenly, a hushed voice grabbed your attention. 

You stopped and looked behind yourself, doing a little spin as you searched for its source. When you spotted an empty classroom with its door slightly ajar and soft lamplight peeking out into the hall, you knew you had found it. Curiously, you moved a little closer to investigate. 

A reply came, unintelligible and masked by the static of a phone. 

“That’s wrong on so many levels.” The first voice returned, pleading for the person on the other end to have some sense. It was feminine, and sounded incredibly familiar…

“Yah, pabo–”

Holy shit. It was Kim Yoohyeon. Resident keeper of your heart. 

You pressed yourself against the rough surface of the wall in hopes of remaining unseen. Movement came from inside; pacing, from what you could make of it. Her footsteps were light but full of restrained tension. 

She twirled her wand in her hand, turning it over and absentmindedly fidgeting with its textured surface as she listened to Yubin. When she crossed between two of the lab tables in the room, you noticed her adamantly shaking her head. 

“Of course I like her, but I can’t take advantage like that. Did Mrs. Perlow teach you nothing in potions?! That’s more than dangerous.”

Yubin continued with her point, knowing she was capable of selling it if Yoohyeon would give her the opportunity. She was merely trying to convince her to practice a spell of enchantment… which she could then use on the person she’d been admiring from afar since the start of the year. Yubin was tired of seeing her best friend so lovesick – especially when, technically, something could be done to remedy the situation. 

“Fine. I’ll practice it, but only because I want to make sure I remember the spell. I’m not going to use it on her.”

Yubin sighed victoriously in their shared dorm across campus, raising a triumphant fist into the air. 

They shared a word of goodbye before Yoohyeon hung up and made a noise of annoyance at her phone in retaliation. 

You couldn’t help but smile.

“I can’t believe I’m really going to do this,” she muttered to herself, turning around. 

You ducked further behind the wall at the last possible second before being spotted. That was close.

When she began to cast the spell, her voice was as soft and sweet as ever. Unlike some of the other students, she didn’t need to be loud for her spells to work; her power went deeper than that. Truly, she was one of the academy’s most talented witches. A twitch of her finger could conjure a flame larger than even some of your professors’. The stomp of her foot could disarm other wizards within a ten foot radius. One glance from her could send people to their knees. 

From the moment she had arrived on campus at the start of the year, so charming and bubbly, she'd had you enraptured.

She was a force to be reckoned with in every sense of the phrase, and you couldn’t deny your excitement at being so close to such a skilled woman. 

You held your breath when she circled her wand into the air, pointing it towards the ceiling and subtly twisting it about. Her movements were simple yet graceful, and full of a practiced ease that she’d spent years of her life perfecting. 

A red and purple stream of haze began to form around her wand, circling on its way upwards like billowing smoke. It shimmered in the light of the room, almost like glitter. It was one of the most beautiful things you’d ever seen.

It made sense to you then why she was so reluctant to practice the spell; in just a matter of seconds, you were already being lured in by the simple sight of it. 

That could only mean that it was incredibly potent.

She repeated the incantation like a mantra, invoking more and more power by the second. 

You blinked a few times and looked away, snapping yourself out of your daze. 

As you straightened your posture some and attempted to regain the rest of your senses, a loud shout echoed from somewhere further down the hallway. The noise grew louder as more voices joined in, creating a thundering murmur of excitement. Footsteps were added to the mix; it sounded like a stampede of people were coming your way. 

That, you quickly learned, was the understatement of the century.

As you peered down the hall, members of the academy’s rugby team rounded the corner with an entire crew of supporters in tow. They whooped and cheered for them, celebrating what you could only assume was a recent success. Their mussed uniforms and sweaty appearances supported that theory, too. 

One of them – a second year student that you’d recently tutored – raised his head and locked eyes with you. A smile grew on his lips, and he cupped his hands on either side of his mouth as he shouted your name. You panicked and shook your head at him, frantically waving your hands to get him to stop.

But he didn’t. His calling drew the attention of some of the other people around him, leaving you with only one chance of escape.

Before more of them could notice you, you quickly darted inside the classroom with Yoohyeon and shut the door behind yourself. Your back pressed against the surface of it, and you sent out a silent prayer for them to stay away. 

But your unexpected intrusion came with consequences that you never saw coming. 

Ever the scaredy cat that she is, Yoohyeon was caught off guard by the suddenness of it all. She spun around to face you with a poorly muffled scream of terror; in the process, her jarred movement inadvertently cast her spell.

Just like in the movies, time seemed to slow down.

It shot across the room in a flash of red and hit you in the center of your chest, stealing away every bit of breath you had left in your body. 

As you helplessly gasped for air and fell to your knees, her eyes went wide. Panic set in immediately as she pocketed her wand and ran to you, letting out a slew of apologies. 

She crouched down beside you and took your face in her hands, raising your head so that she could assess you. 

With a brush of her thumb across your lips, she cast a recovery spell that allowed you to finally inhale a deep breath.

Warmth spread throughout your entire body, radiating from where you were hit. 

"Y/N?!" 

The poor girl was terrified that she might’ve killed you. When she lost control of the spell, it was no longer a simple one of enchantment. It became unstable before it hit you, shifting into something else entirely. There was no telling how powerful it was at the time of impact, or even what exactly it was. 

You put a hand on her forearm and sat up, leaning your back against the wall as you recovered. 

She kept your face cradled as your breathing began to return to normal, and she moved to sit cross-legged in front of you.

"Are you okay?" 

A shiver ran through your body at the sound of her voice. When her sentence stopped, it subsided. 

What the hell?

"I… I'm not sure." 

She shook her head and dropped her hands, absentmindedly allowing them to fall to your thighs. 

"I'm so sorry," she uttered regretfully. "I never meant for this to happen." 

The hair on the back of your neck stood up, keenly aware of the softness and sincerity in her tone. Her hands on you, attempting to provide comfort, felt better than they should have. The only thing that stood between her fingertips and your overly-sensitive skin was the material of your pants.

"It's okay," you soothed, though you were trying to convince yourself just as much as you were her. "I know you didn't." 

When her eyes met yours for a fleeting second, your heart fluttered. 

As she attempted to gauge your status, she couldn't help but notice the flush of your cheeks and the way you squirmed under her touch. When her fingers edged up your thigh the slightest bit, she could feel your body trembling.

"I should take you to the infirmary." 

You blushed at the idea of people seeing you like this. 

"That's not necessary; I'm fine."

She quirked a brow and leaned in a little closer. Her floral perfume washed over you, overriding your senses. "Are you sure? You don't seem like it." 

You simply nodded, not trusting yourself to speak in that moment. Her proximity was making your head fuzzy.

"Y/N, don't lie to me…" she warned, voice stern and a little deeper than before. 

You swallowed nervously, feeling as though she could see right through you. Your heart was racing faster than before, and the room was about ten hundred degrees too hot for your liking. Surely you looked a mess. 

"I'm–"

"Look at me," she interrupted, hooking two fingers beneath your chin to lift your head up. 

Her touch was electric.

Something changed as she peered into your eyes. Her rampant concern shifted – slowly, at first – as realization began to dawn on her. Your behavior was beginning to make sense now. 

Though you tried your hardest, you couldn’t pry your gaze away from her lips. They shined in what measly amount of daylight the window permitted to enter, looking so kissable you almost couldn’t stand it. Your hands were at your sides, grasping the material of your pants in an attempt to stay busy. 

It took every ounce of self control you possessed to keep from pouncing on her. 

Some indescribable desire was overtaking you, leaving you bewitched in a miserable way. It coursed through your body like the very blood in your veins and clouded your mind. All you could think about was Yoohyeon.

Whatever you were fighting was carnal.

Tense silence befell the room – tangible, yet as fragile as glass – as she unconsciously glanced down at your mouth. Curiosity burned in her, too, unbeknownst to you. She shifted a little closer without even trying. 

Your impulsive mind was begging you to take that as a sign and give in, but you fought it. Surely you were just imagining things. 

“What does it feel like?” She asked softly, breaking the quiet. She was still studying you intently. 

“I can’t explain it with words.”

You noticed the subtle way she bit the inside of her cheek when her gaze dropped down again. It filled you with foolish hope. 

“Is there another way? I want to know how to fix this, Y/N.”

Why did she have to be so kind? It would have been better for her to just leave you and let the spell run its course. 

“There… might be,” you answered hesitantly, avoiding eye contact. Having her attention like this made you feel small.

“Show me. Please.” A slight undertone of desperation was present in her voice, but it was obvious that she was trying to hide it. 

You were taken aback by that fact, and it showed when you looked at her again.

You raised a hand to her cheek and cupped it, smiling a little despite yourself when she leaned into it. Your heart pounded like never before. You were beyond nervous in every way possible, but you knew you could only fight your desire for so long; it was taxing. 

Especially when she was looking at you like that.

“Don’t hate me,” you mumbled apologetically.

Before she could utter a response, you were leaning forward and capturing her lips in a kiss. 

For a brief second, she tensed up. Her breath caught in her throat, and she made a little noise of surprise. But once you pressed your body closer to hers and ran the pad of your thumb across her cheek, she relaxed into you. 

Her lips were soft against yours, and the gloss that adorned them transferred to your own with your shared movement. It was her signature; you’d seen it on her so many times, both in class and at events that the academy put on. Its color was so distinct – so… her – and you’d always wondered what it tasted like.

Tropical fruit, you quickly discovered, as its flavor made its way to your tongue. It was warm and smooth – addictive – and you could feel yourself slipping further under when she pulled you in closer with a hand on your shoulder.

Her gentle breaths fanned out across your cheeks as she deepened the kiss, taking you by surprise. 

She let out a poorly-muffled sound of pleasure when your hands grasped at her waist a little restlessly, and the noise spurred you on. It reignited something in you, flipping a risky switch. You were quickly getting overwhelmed by it all, and what little composure you had left was slipping away.

“Yoohyeon,” you said against her lips, half-whining and half-warning. 

Why hadn’t she pushed you away yet? 

“Shhh,” she pacified, her voice like velvet. “Let me help.”

Her hands fell to your thighs again as she replaced her lips on yours, effectively silencing you.

Thunder boomed outside, mirroring the intensity you felt inside. The grey sky swirled, too, refusing to be still – just the same as your untamed heart. The lamp in the corner flickered a little as the academy’s electricity surged, fighting hard to remain on. 

Heavy droplets of rain pattered against the window in droves – unruly sheets carried by the unpredictable winds. 

But Yoohyeon seemed oblivious to the chaos around her. Or, at least, she didn’t mind it. All she cared about was the soft way you sighed into her mouth, and how you held her so desperately. It was a bit possessive, and she couldn’t stop the blush from rising to her cheeks because of it.

Your wanting hands buried themselves in the material of her skirt, gripping her hips. 

That’s precisely when the ache between her legs refused to be suppressed any longer. 

She guided your hand beneath the material with one of her own and led it to her inner thigh. All she needed in that moment was more of your touch. Something – anything. She didn’t care. Just more of you, in any way you’d allow. 

When you began to massage her skin in slow, teasing strokes, a breathy whine slipped out of her mouth. 

“Y/N, please,” she nearly begged. Her forehead pressed to yours as she rocked her hips a little in search of some sort of relief. Your eyes briefly fell to her lap, and you watched as your hand disappeared further and further under her skirt. The way she trembled for you was intoxicating.

The collar of her uniform top dug into her throat, too tight for comfort as her ragged breathing only got worse by the second. 

You reached up with your free hand and undid the button of it, hoping to ease her strain. She tilted her head back and moaned when your fingers lazily rubbed the newly-exposed skin to soothe it. The muscles there were taut and enticing, begging to be admired.  

Her brows knitted together and her teeth sunk into her lip when you toyed with the waistband of her lace panties, debating on whether or not to take things further. Her head spun with the stimulation she was receiving simultaneously; she didn’t know what sensation to focus on more. Even the smallest of touches from you had her wanting more. 

“P-please, jagi.”

Unable to help herself, she grinded against your hand when you slid her panties to the side. Your lips kissed a path from her shoulder to her pulsepoint, leaving a few lovebites in their wake as she writhed pitifully in your arms. Your name fell from her lips like a mantra as she pulled you flush against herself.

“Y/N.”

“Y/N,” strangely, her voice began to fade away…

“Y/N! Please wake up!” 

Your eyes shot open and you sat up with a start, dazed and confused. The classroom around you was the same, and Yoohyeon was next to you. You looked around, attempting to piece together what the hell had happened.

Your head had been her lap, you discovered, as you brought a hand up to the back of it to awkwardly scratch it. You turned to face her, finding her phone in her hand with Yubin’s name and contact image displayed on the screen. She had dialed her up the second you fell unconscious.

The genuine look of concern on her face tugged at your heart strings.

“What happened?”

“You passed out when my spell hit you. I’ve been trying to wake you up ever since.”

You swallowed thickly and brought a hand up to your chest, rubbing the area of impact again. It was growing warm just like before, and the sound of her voice only made the ache you felt earlier return. 

Had that really all been a dream? It felt so real…

She reached a hand out to you and moved to come closer, but you evaded her touch and backed away. You closed your eyes tightly, refusing to look at her; whenever you did, flashbacks of the dream (or whatever it was) came back in a rush. 

You missed the way her face fell in response to your rejection. 

“I-I’m better now,” you stuttered out, fumbling a bit as you stood up. Your knees were weak, and a bitter part of you wanted to laugh at that. Your body was acting as though your fantasy had really happened.

“Y/N, wait,” she requested, standing as well.

But you were already twisting the doorknob and slipping out into the hall before she could get another word in. Your form disappeared in a flash of embarrassment, and you did your best to hide your face as you began your hurried retreat to your dorm.

“...did she leave?” Yubin’s curious voice asked, sounding a little staticky over the phone line. 

Yoohyeon sighed, shaking her head at your actions. All she wanted to do was help. 

“Yeah,” she answered. 

Yubin tutted before going quiet for a moment. Only the faint sounds of pages turning could be heard. Yoohyeon paced in the meantime.

Before too long, the slightly younger witch spoke again. “I think I have an idea of what went wrong,” she said, as her eyes zeroed in on a certain spell in her book. The symptoms that Yoohyeon had informed her of, paired with your immediate reaction, all lead her to believe that it was what you were struck by. 

“It’s a variant of Amore,” she continued, “...and it’s really potent. We’ll need to whip up an antidote to ease her symptoms.”

“What will she experience?”

“Hallucinations, fever, and lust like never before," she listed, upon reading from the page. "Since this strain is only produced by a corruption of the original spell of love, it’ll heighten her existing desires tenfold or more.”

Yoohyeon’s eyebrows furrowed. “Existing desires? For who?”

“Whoever cast the spell, of course,” she replied. “You.”

That didn’t make any sense. Yubin had to be mistaken; you obviously didn’t have any pre-established feelings for her. 

“There’s no way that’s right, Yubin.”

“Why do you say that?”

She thought back to the way you had avoided her like the plague once you woke up. 

“She wouldn’t even look at me when she came to. That doesn’t really add up with your prediction.”

Yubin studied the page a little more before replying. She was humble enough to admit that the chance of her being wrong existed, but she highly doubted that that was the case now. Everything just aligned too well for it. 

“Just come back to the dorm. We can sort it out together here.”

“Alright,” Yoohyeon agreed. “See you soon.”

She pocketed her phone with a tense sigh before running her hands over her face a few times. 

Put lightly, she felt uneasy about the entire situation. It all felt… wrong. She shouldered any and all responsibility when it came to your predicament, and because of that, she regretted not putting up more of a fight when you left. Guilt made its inevitable, insolent journey to her heart in the wake of her failure to act. 

It made the classroom feel even more vacant and cold, as she stood alone in the middle of it. 

Judging by the noises you had made when you were unconscious – helpless, distant mumbles and calls of her name – she knew you were battling something stronger than either one of you had ever been up against. 

And although it should have, her skill in the arts did next to nothing in easing her worries. 

She knew she was gifted, but her imposter syndrome invoked her deepest fears of inadequacy when faced with a serious matter like this.

And – as selfish as it sounded – she couldn’t help but think that she might not have been so ashamed if anyone else had been her victim. She knew that nearly killing you wasn’t likely to score her any points, nor was it particularly advantageous in helping her gain your favor in the long run. 

She lamented over all of her wasted efforts thus far, fully aware that that single strike from her wand had surely eradicated all of the fruits of her labor from your heart and mind. 

Every study session that the two of you had shared before. 

Every late night escape to the outskirts of the academy, where you and your shared group of friends rendezvoused with hers to sneak around and do things you probably shouldn't have.

Every clumsily flirtatious line that she ever tried on you, with the excuse of alcohol floating nearby as a scapegoat. 

If Yubin was correct, the spell's power would eclipse all of those genuine moments and twist any true feelings you might’ve potentially had for her into something unmanageable. At her hands, you would suffer; and she expected to lose you because of it.

Once the enchantment was lifted, you'd certainly be exhausted by the mere sight of her. So, then, how could she expect you to still find any fondness for her in your heart?

It was impossible at best, and it disheartened her to say the least. She doubted you'd even want to be in the same room as her after it was all said and done.

Alas, all she could do now was hope to find the correct solution to heal you. She could settle for your full recovery, if nothing else.

—---

Your Dorm

After arriving, you quickly sent a text to your roommate – who was hidden away in one of the private study rooms of the library – and asked her to retrieve your abandoned belongings. 

She answered almost immediately and sent you a picture, confirming that she had collected it all safe and sound. She told you she still needed to study, though, and that she wouldn’t be back for a little while. 

You assured her that that was fine before throwing your phone onto the bed haphazardly. 

More than fine, you thought to yourself, as less-than-innocent thoughts of Yoohyeon returned to haunt you. You were miserable, completely and utterly, so it was a welcome thing to have the room to yourself in the meantime. 

For a very real, very serious second, you contemplated smothering yourself with your pillow. 

You buried your face in the loose folds of its silky case as you collapsed onto the bed, and you did all you could to put your racing mind to rest. Your entire body felt like it was on fire and you had no idea of how to stop it. 

A thin sheen of sweat appeared on your forehead before long; this spell took being hot and bothered to a whole new level. 

You felt the back of your shirt being lifted, inch by inch, until soft lips left open mouth kisses up your spine. Manicured nails ghosted over your skin, creating goosebumps wherever they went. 

“So beautiful,” Yoohyeon’s alluring voice whispered, only to you. 

Her hand slid down the front of your body, heading for your center when you unconsciously lifted your hips for her. She admired your every curve and line along the way, promising to worship them properly if you were patient for her.

You groaned loudly and shook your head, willing the fantasy away.  

This had to be some sort of cosmic torture. Karma coming back to bite you for some unspeakable atrocity you committed in a past life. 

Even the paintings on your walls judged you. They were poised above your turmoil and boasted cheerful people with smiles that you couldn’t mirror even if you tried. 

The rest of the room was full of a certain tranquility, too, that brought out the deepest parts of your envy. From your roommate's perfectly made bed to the two desks that sat beneath your window, not a thing was out of place. 

And yet there you were. An epicenter of chaos. 

Fearing for your own sanity, you wracked your brain for a temporary fix for your problems.

Should you cast a sleeping spell on yourself? No, that wouldn’t do. It would allow your body to recuperate, sure, but you’d also be trapped in your deepest dreams of Yoohyeon with no way out. There was no way of telling how that would end. 

Your next idea was to prepare a potion to combat your symptoms, but deep down you knew that you were incapable of producing one strong enough to do the trick. The spell was simply too powerful, and given your state, you were just too weak. Thinking clearly and rationally had long ago gone out the window, after all, and the very lines between reality and fiction were blurred irreparably. 

So, back to the drawing board you went. You ruminated, searching each and every corner of your mind for an avenue of assistance. Thankfully, before long, the universe graced you with a glorious eureka moment.

A cold shower! You brightened as the solution crossed your mind. 

That would do the trick, you promised yourself, as you hastily entered the bathroom. You stripped and set the water just shy of hypothermia-inducing temperatures.

When you stepped in, your initial reaction was to evade the stream of frigid water that bore down unsympathetically. But as you eased yourself into it, you discovered how welcome the feeling was. The droplets combatted the pervasive heat, and you finally felt capable of taking in a breath. 

You cherished the sensation for a while by running your hands up and down your body and turning to face the shower head. When you were satisfied, you reached for your shampoo to begin your routine. 

Everything went smoothly until you began to wash your body. 

You had just applied a generous amount of soap onto your loofah and began to work it into the textured material when it slipped from your hands. 

“You have got to be kidding me,” you lamented. 

Soapy water cascaded down your body as you bent at the waist to retrieve it; once it grazed your fingertips, you were quick to grab it.

Before you could upright yourself again, a dominant hand pressed to your back, keeping you bent over. You reached out to steady yourself on the wall as a pair of bare hips brushed against your ass, rutting subtly. 

"Why do you keep fighting your feelings, Y/N? I can make you feel so good, if you'll just let me." 

Your eyes fluttered closed at the familiar voice. It dripped with a confidence strong enough to ruin you. 

The warmth that radiated from her stood in stark contrast with the chilly water beating down on you. It felt too good for words.

Yoohyeon’s hands tracked their way to your hips, paying no mind to how crazy they drove you. She eased you further back against herself as she teasingly rutted again. A smirk tugged at her lips when she felt how wet you already were. 

"Stop," you weakly said. 

But she didn't. 

Her right hand simply dropped lower, and her fingertips circled your clit in response. 

Obscenities fell from her lips as you shuddered beneath her. She was bringing your body to life in such a wonderfully cruel way. 

"Say it with a little more conviction if you really want me to," she instructed, as she raised you up into a standing position again. Her naked body was flush against yours in an instant, clouding your judgement. 

She kissed your neck gently, allowing the action to be a full 180 from everything else she was subjecting you to. It was her version of a peace offering, as her hand still worked between your aching thighs.

A little treat to soothe your insatiability. 

"Please,” you begged. Had you had the energy to care, you might’ve been embarrassed at how pitiful you sounded.

"Alright, my love." 

When you opened your eyes again, you were alone. Every trace of her had vanished, just the same as the water swirling down the drain. 

You used the wall to steady yourself again, feeling humiliated. Your legs were untrustworthy. 

– 

Yubin & Yoohyeon’s Dorm

The two skilled witches stood side by side, reading from the same page of Yubin’s spellbook. The latter pulled on the adjustable arm of her desk lamp, bringing it closer until it hovered over the words and showered the annotations and sketches in warm light. 

They had been going back and forth for the past few minutes on whether or not her initial prediction was correct. 

Yoohyeon’s arms were crossed at her chest, and the look on her face screamed skepticism. 

“Look,” Yubin pointed at one of the formulas. “It had to have been a cross between the Amore variant and a spell of temptation.” She reasoned. “You were thinking about her right before you cast it, right?” 

The younger girl already knew the answer, but she wanted to check all of the boxes.

Yoohyeon bit the inside of her cheek, becoming a little flustered. She felt called out. “Yes.” 

The look in Yubin’s eye softened. When Yoohyeon had first started catching feelings for you – those incessant, fluttering butterflies that were annoyingly endearing – Yubin was the first and only person she told. She’d watched her pine for months on end, and that’s precisely why she encouraged her to practice the spell in the first place. 

But had she known that this would happen, she never would’ve pushed her to.

“I figured.” She nodded lightly. “That’s why I’m so certain I’m right.”

Yoohyeon sighed, though she kept the noise to herself as best she could. She didn't want to believe it.

“There’s no reasonable explanation for why her reaction was so strong. Corrupted variant or not.”

Yubin pondered for a moment. Her pencil twirled in her hand, and she rhythmically tapped its eraser against the surface of her desk as her mind worked its magic.

“Are you sure she doesn’t like you back? Even budding feelings can heighten the effects of these spells under the right circumstances.”

Her gaze fell to the floor, and her head shook, just a little. “I don't know."

You'd always acted so different around her than everybody else. She could never properly read you.

A frown formed on Yubin’s lips, full of pity. She had to be mistaken; any sane person would be head over heels for her.

“Well, there’s still good news,” she mitigated, looking at the bright side of things. “The antidote for this won’t harm her even if the enchantment she’s under really is a different one. Either it stops her symptoms or it does nothing at all.”

“That’s comforting.”

Yubin nodded. She drew in a deep breath and raised her head towards the work station of their room. It was complete with a cauldron, beakers, tools, and every ingredient that they would need. Thankfully the antidote didn’t require any outlandish or rare components.  

“If we work together, we can have it done before the end of the night.”

Yoohyeon’s lips pursed briefly in thought as she set her jaw. Her determination was as strong as ever. 

“Then let’s get started.”

–

Your Dorm

At some point between your disastrous shower and less-than-dignified retreat to bed, the raging storms outside had ceased. The skies were clearer than before, although the velvet cover of night was ridding them of any and all remaining daylight. Stars were picking up their twinkling again, and the moon was poised high above everything else. 

A wet washcloth was folded across your eyes to ensure that your body temperature didn’t exceed an acceptable limit. It eased your headache some, too, although it wasn’t enough to put you out of your misery entirely. 

Every fiber of your being still hummed and your stomach was full of butterflies. Your chest tingled, taunting you. The constant, neverending urge to writhe and squirm was challenging to hold at bay. Your body begged for friction – for release – but no matter what, nothing was ever enough. 

The inseam of your shorts teased your sensitive bud with every hopeless sway of your hips. The material of your shirt ghosted across your skin, flitting over the peaks of your breasts that begged for attention. 

Every added sensation left you breathless, but it failed to push you over the edge. 

You whined and flattened the cloth out across your entire face, praying that the cold material would be enough to offer a short reprieve.

The scent of Yoohyeon’s perfume permeated the air, almost as if she was really there. You'd never experienced such a visceral sense of neediness before in your life. You'd wanted things, sure – lusted after them, even, and with conviction – but nothing compared to this. 

The version of her that resided in your mind commanded your psyche in a torturously beautiful way. It was exhausting, to say the least, and oh so humiliating. But something about being so wholly at her mercy did things to you. And for some twisted reason, your mind decided to use that against you, over and over. 

She returned in waves. 

Any hope of release was continuously pushed farther with every visit she paid; she dangled it proudly, like a prize, just out of reach. 

Like an unbeatable race, she extended the finish line mere seconds before you reached it. A never ending saga, trapping you between the Heaven and Hell that the spell crafted into existence. 

If you were the powder, she was the fuse. And oh, how brightly you burned.

—

Later, Across Campus

Yoohyeon did her best to tread lightly, but the faint clicking of her shoes still echoed out across the expansive corridors of the academy. They were void of activity, given the late hour, and she appreciated that. With no interruptions or distractions, she could make it to you faster. 

Her conscience had been twisting itself into knots relentlessly for the better part of the evening anytime she stopped to imagine what you must’ve been going through. Tall tales and readings were the only means by which she had attained any information on the side effects of such a spell, and none of them eased her mind in the slightest. She was worried sick, and the only thing capable of consoling her was seeing you alright again.

The crystal bottle of antidote was cradled in her hands, shimmering with a slight green hue. 

She passed by more arching windows, finding streaky stains marring their typically spotless surfaces. The rain may have stopped, but it left traces like that everywhere, ensuring it wasn’t forgotten. Puddles of stagnant water reflected moonbeams all across the yard, pooling in various sizes. 

She felt bad for the groundskeepers that would be tasked with prettying it up in the morning. 

The towering ceilings of the grand hall greeted her as she stealthily continued on her journey. They loomed high above, keeping watch.

She remained vigilant to avoid getting caught by any passing faculty or patrolling guards there. It was past curfew, which meant they’d be more apt to question her if she got caught without a valid excuse for being away from her dorm.

So she made a promise to do whatever it took to remain inconspicuous. If the need presented itself, she was prepared to cast a spell of invisibility; the simple words of the incantation remained on standby, resting on the tip of her tongue. 

For you, she was set on making things right, no matter what it took. 

—-

Your Dorm

A knocking resounded from the door, causing you to peek at the time on your phone. A couple of hours had passed since your conversation with your roommate, so you’d been expecting her to arrive any moment. You knew her arms would be full of both your and her own belongings, and so you dragged yourself out of bed to assist her. 

The steps you took were weary and a bit unstable, but you disregarded all of that. You swung the door open and leaned against it, grateful for its sturdiness. 

When you made eye contact with the bane of your existence instead of your roommate, your shoulders sank defeatedly. She had the nerve to smile at you, acting as though she hadn't been encouraging your demise all evening. 

You paused and drew in a deep breath, fed up. This was getting ridiculous.

What did you have to do to put an end to it all? Would giving into the fantasy stop it?

She looked you up and down, studying the state you were in. When she noticed how mussed your clothes were and how ruinous you looked – completely and utterly fucked out – an expression of pity naturally pulled at her features. 

You mistook it as teasing arrogance. 

“Fuck it,” you muttered. Your exasperated voice was harsh against the quiet that had fallen over the academy.

Yoohyeon’s eyes went wide as you put a hand on the back of her neck and pulled her in close, all in one swift movement. Before she could even get a sound out, your lips were on hers and kissing her like your life depended on it. 

A vibrant, crimson blush sprawled its way across her cheeks and neck, even reaching the top of her ears as you unabashedly gave into your desire. The hallway was empty, but even still… did you have no shame? No fear of being caught?

She found her answer when your hand trekked down to the hem of her shirt and lifted it, revealing her toned stomach. Instead of using your words to admire it, your fingertips took their place; they caressed the sculpted lines and curves there, offering their own kind of praise. 

Her back arched involuntarily, searching for more of your touch.

She pulled her lips away from yours and turned her head, shying away as she attempted to catch her breath. Your free arm came to encircle her waist, and your head ducked down to her neck to kiss there instead. 

She sighed softly and allowed you to have your way with her.

“Y-Y/N, what are you doing?” Her voice was airy, and she fought every urge imaginable to keep from moaning when your tongue swirled over her pulsepoint. 

“Don’t play dumb now,” you said. “I’m just finishing what you’ve started.”

Her fingers gripped the material of your shirt at your shoulders in an effort to ground herself. She trembled, unable to process everything she was feeling. 

She tried to remind herself that you were simply at the mercy of the spell – that you wouldn't be doing any of this without its compulsion.

But having you on her in such a way made it easy to forget that. 

Your teeth grazed her sensitive skin, pulling a pretty whimper from her. Her eyes nearly rolled back at the rush of warmth it sent to her core.

“I don’t know what you mean,” she struggled out. 

You halted your movements long enough to pull back slightly and look into her eyes. When you did, you were mortified. 

This Yoohyeon wasn’t the one from your fever dreams at all. 

No; this Yoohyeon – the real Yoohyeon – was peering back at you with a dazed look in her innocent eyes. Her pupils were blown wide, and her lips were kiss-bitten and red. Her chest rose and fell quicker than normal, and you could feel how rapid her heart rate was from how close you still stood. 

Perhaps you had gotten a little ahead of yourself…

You detached yourself and stumbled backwards at once, embarrassingly bumping your head into the door. You reached up to rub the pain away and avoided meeting her eye again, wishing the ground would swallow you up and save you from such a humiliating fate.

“I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to–”

“It’s alright. I know what you’re dealing with,” she soothed, with labored breathing.

Your head raised at that. How could she possibly know?

“Yubin and I finished a potion for you,” she informed, ensuring that the coast was clear as her hands reached into her pocket to retrieve it. It shimmered in the light of the hall when she held it up for you to see. 

“It should get you back to normal in no time.”

“Thank you,” you said, beaming with gratitude. “...so much,” you added.

A deep look of contemplation showed on her face; she was clearly debating on something. What it was, you had no idea. But the only thing on your mind was getting a taste of that enchantment. 

Fate had other plans, it seemed. 

When you went to take it from her, she pulled it away. Your brows furrowed in an instant, riddled with confusion.

But her explanation didn’t come in words. Instead, she reached behind you and pushed the door open wide before shoving you inside. You almost tripped over your own feet; but she tugged you by the shirt and pressed you into the door, ensuring that it shut fully behind you. Her fingers locked it as she quickly kissed you again.

“Yooh, what–” you mumbled against her lips.

“Shhh,” she pacified. “Let me help.”

The parallel between your first fantasy and the current moment threw you for a loop. Those words – the exact ones you’d heard before – were a million times more effective now, as she kissed you. What felt real in that fantasy paled in comparison to having her like this now, molding herself to you and chasing her own pleasure alongside you. 

She really was a dream come true.

“Here,” she offered, as she pulled away just enough to pop the cork out of the potion’s bottle. The liquid made quiet glug glug sounds as she took it all into her mouth, completely upturning the glass. You watched in awe as it disappeared in shimmery ripples.

She beckoned you closer with a simple touch, and you understood then what she had planned. Carefully, you pressed your lips to hers and lowered yourself down, allowing the antidote to flow freely from her mouth to your own. You swallowed it eagerly, pulling her soft body flush against yours to ensure that you received every last drop. 

You used your tongue to greedily lap up what remained on her lips and in her mouth, and she moaned deeply at the sensation. Her blush had returned, too, and in full bloom – but that was the last thing on her mind. 

“Fuck, you taste so good,” you breathed. Your voice was huskier than usual, and full of awe.

Her thighs pressed together instinctually as she let out a broken whine. Your simple praise, so raw and undeniable, made her grow even hotter than she already was.

The magic in the antidote was quickly taking the edge off of the misery that you had been in and enabling your natural desire and passion to come through. Power was finally returning to you, placing your fate in your own hands once again.

Part of Yoohyeon was still holding out in the chance that you would come to your senses in a rush and push her away, rejecting her. 

But that never happened. If anything, the opposite did. And precisely because of that, every resulting movement of your body against hers – so wanton and needy – made her realize just how wrong she had been before. 

Even in the absence of the spell's compulsion, you yearned for her. She could feel it all; each impatient touch sold you out a little more.

Clearly the attraction was a mutual thing… So why had you hidden it away until now? Had you really doubted how much she longed for you, too? Your oblivion truly knew no bounds. 

But, in the end, it simply made her all the more determined to prove just how badly she needed you. Then and always.

“Don’t stop,” she pleaded, when your hands began to roam her body in time with your kisses. “I want this, Y/N,” she whimpered, feeling you hike her skirt up to her waist in one fluid motion. 

“Me, too, jagi.” You assured her, pulling her ruined panties to the side just as she slipped her tongue into your mouth again. Your fingers slid easily between her folds, discovering just how wet she was for you already. 

Her uneven breaths fanned out across your skin in response, warming every bit of it that they touched. This time, that heat was a welcome feeling.

“Take me to bed,” she mewled weakly. Her hair cascaded over her shoulders, messy with want. 

She wrapped her legs around your waist when you obediently hoisted her up into your arms; you carried her over and laid her down, pressing her down into the soft comforter with your body. She tugged impatiently on the bottom of your shirt until you decided to appease her and take it off. 

With your upper half now clad only in your bra, she openly ogled you. Somehow, her shyness had disappeared along the way. 

“I want you to show me everything we did in those fantasies of yours, okay?”

You nodded dutifully, allowing her to soak in the sight of you a little longer. 

“We’re only stopping once we’ve done it all.”

A shiver ran up your spine at her assuredness. Could she get any more perfect? This side of her was sparking up your imagination equally as well as the spell had.

Perhaps she herself could count as an enchantment. Surely a drug, if nothing else. 

You hovered above her again the second she beckoned you closer, and ghosted your lips across her rosy ones. They chased after yours, falling for your tricks every time you pulled away at the last second. It was only fair to give her a taste of what you’d spent the day going through, after all. 

But she wasn’t in the mood for your games. She wasted no time in rolling over and pinning you to the bed instead, with her hands pressing yours into the mattress above your head. Your fingers intertwined when she reconnected your lips, picking right back up where you left off. 

Now that your shorts had ridden up and exposed more of your legs, she took advantage of the opportunity that presented itself. Her thighs came to straddle one of your own, and she eagerly lowered herself down to brush her bare pussy against it. Your brain short circuited initially, unaccustomed to such a feeling in the world of the conscious; but the sensual roll of her hips and the moans that slipped out of her grounded you. 

Her slick dripped down the sides of your thigh as she began to work herself up more and more, using your body like a plaything. You flexed your leg beneath her in time with her rutting, wanting to watch her come undone above you. 

Her appreciative whines resounded around your room, filling the space with their beautiful sounds. As her sensitivity became more apparent, the noises she made grew higher in pitch. They were precious displays intended solely for you to hear; each one a little breathier than the last as she chased her high more freely.

And, lacking any sense of hesitation anymore, you offered yourself readily. In any way she wanted you, you were hers. 

The corners of her lips tweaked up into a smirk when you fully submitted beneath her. The tension in your muscles dissipated, and your strain subsided. Your hands no longer squirmed underneath hers; they gave up their fruitless pursuit of freedom.

You surrendered yourself to her, prepared to lose control once and for all. Now, the elusive release that you’d been searching for was promised. No more tricks.

“Are you ready, jagi?” She asked, trailing her lips down your jawline. They lazily painted your skin with a few marks, taking their time. She reveled in the feel of your embrace and the reactions that you had such trouble containing.

Everything about her was full of restrained desire and tension as she waited on your answer. Controlling herself was always hard when it came to you. 

Then and always. 

“Yes.” You whispered, as the last remnants of her spell faded completely from your system.

Now, she had you entirely at her mercy. Un-bewitched, maybe, but more enamored than ever.

-- Bonus --

A Considerable Amount Of Time Later

The sound of Yoohyeon’s phone ringing disrupted the post-sex haze that you had found yourselves in, and she rushed out a slew of apologies as she begrudgingly untangled herself from you. She pressed a long kiss to your lips before getting out of bed, and her shaky legs nearly buckled completely when she first used them.

You fought hard to hold back your laughter as she searched through her discarded clothes on the floor for the phone, aided only by what bits of moonlight flitted in through the window.

She stumbled to the bathroom after finally locating it, as clumsy as ever. The darkness didn’t help anything either, but she eventually managed to make it there without breaking anything. 

“What, Yubin?” She whispered, a little harsher than intended, once the door was closed.

“Hello to you, too, sunshine,” Yubin mocked.

Deciding to check your phone as well, you blindly reached out towards the bedside table for it. Once its smooth, chilly screen made contact with your fingertips, you snatched it up. 

You kept an eye shut as you unlocked it to prevent yourself from going completely blind. An unread message pulsated, asking to be clicked on. 

-- Y/Roomie’s/N -- 

Cramming late tonight with my study group. I think I’ll just crash at their dorm. Lmk if you want me to run your things over!

Huh. Somewhere along the way, you had completely forgotten about your roommate. Oops…

But knowing that you had the night to yourself – that it was free to share with Yoohyeon – made you inexplicably giddy. You smiled and put your phone down again before returning to your initial position. A content sigh left you as you nuzzled further into your blanket.

Despite Yooh’s very obvious effort to keep her conversation inaudible, the opposite occurred. And although her voice was hushed, it wasn’t hard for you to make out everything she was saying.

“How did it go? Did you ask her to–” Yubin asked curiously, before being cut off.

“No, I haven’t asked her to Formal yet. We got a little… sidetracked.”

You smiled against your pillow at that. So she wanted to take you, huh? 

“I’ll ask her when I ask her,” she resolved, attempting to quiet her best friend’s nagging. All she wanted was to be back at your side. “And I’ll tell you about everything later.”

“I’m counting on that, Yooh. I want to know if my potion worked,” she pouted a little, despite the fact that Yoohyeon couldn’t see it. 

“Patience,” was all the older witch said before she abruptly hung the call up without another thought.  

Yubin muttered an annoyed “Aigoo” to herself, all tucked away in bed. She took a sip of her tea and picked her book back up, ready to wind down by reading until she fell asleep. 

Yoohyeon emerged from the bathroom to find you still on your side, just as she left you. The curve of your face looked so pretty that she took a second to simply admire you. You were more beautiful to her than words could ever describe. 

She climbed back in beside you and pulled the covers over herself before snuggling up. She cuddled close and leaned up enough to press a sweet kiss to your neck, right above one of the darker marks that she had left earlier.

“You’ll have to help me find something to wear for Formal,” you uttered, no longer feigning sleep. 

She jumped a little, not expecting your voice to suddenly break the quiet. When she recovered, she laughed lightly. Such a pleasant sound.

Her arm draped across your side when you shifted further back against her. It provided comfort and security in a beautiful way.

“You heard that?”

"Mhm," you lazily mumbled, covering her hand with your own. It came to rest against your stomach.

"I'm kind of glad you did." 

"Yeah?" 

"Yeah," she smiled against your back. You could feel it through your shirt. "I've been wanting to ask you for a few weeks now." 

"No way." 

"Yes way. You know, you've had me hooked since our first project in alchemy." 

Your brows furrowed briefly as you worked to recollect it. 

"When I singed half of my eyebrow off?" 

"Ding ding ding. How could I have resisted?" She teased, pretending to swoon. 

You clicked your tongue and moved to jokingly push her away, but she simply laughed and wrapped herself around you before you could.

Her giggles bubbled up within her chest, allowing you to feel just how happy she was as her body shook against yours. You knew you could never get tired of that sound – not in a million years. 

"Yah," you said fondly, no longer fighting the smile on your lips. "You're lucky you're cute." 

The hint of warning in your voice, paired with the compliment, only made her grin harder. 

"I know." 

Perhaps this year, for once, Brighton Academy found a way to turn things around after all. 

Yoohyeon – and a little bit of happenstance – were just what it needed.