Changie 🍓

“Terrible as always, but I’m home now,” you shrugged with a smile, already peeling off your coat. You let it drop to the floor carelessly while your wife’s smile faltered. She turned the TV volume down, wanting to focus on her conversation with you. She listened to you go on and on about work and how annoying it was. How much stress you were under every day, and how you were tired of it all. Her eyes followed you as you went to the bathroom, and she watched you pull your hair down from the clip you held it in all day. You cleaned off your face and rubbed in your favorite moisturizer. You stripped down to your undergarments and walked around the room, still venting about work as you picked out what pajama set you would wear after your bath.

And as you paused to gather your thoughts, you stopped at the side of your bed to put your phone on its charger. Jihyo smiled gently at you, admiring how cute you looked when you were mad. The crease forming between your brows and the subtle pout to your lips was adorable.

“I’m sorry, honey. Remember, the holidays are coming up. And after you get your bonus, you can look for a new job!” Your wife was always one to see the positives in everything. The one to remind you that the grass is greener on the other side of any tough situation you faced. You were beyond grateful for her.

“I know, love. It’s just- I have to get through the now before the holidays,” you laughed softly, shaking your head as you sighed heavily. When you met your wife’s eyes again, there was a new expression in them.

“Maybe we can take your mind off of work for a little while?”

The question was innocent, but the events that took place after were not so innocent. Jihyo had mastered the art of being a wonderful wife, and one of the things she was best at was caring for you—in every sense of the word. She knew how to make you feel better in any way she could. And right now, she decided love making was the best way to clear your mind.

So she laid you down on the bed, parting your legs for herself to slot between them. And once her pelvis was seated over yours, she began rocking her hips. Your folds grew slick under her own, the skin rubbing against each other.

“How does that feel, baby? Is it just what you needed?” she asked you, using her free hand to push her hair out of her face as she looked down at you. Your eyes were shut so you could focus on the pleasurable high you were chasing, but you nodded.

“Uh huh,” you choked out, hands gripping desperately at her thigh. She smiled at your eagerness, hurrying her pace as she started to feel her own release building up. She loved scissoring with you, and she especially loved being on top. Though there were no specific roles in your relationship, she did secretly enjoy being the “leader”. She liked having someone to rely on her. She liked being the one to make decisions. She liked taking the weight off your shoulders and helping you whenever and however she could. It made her feel powerful and needed.

“Are you gonna let go and cum for mommy?” she asked you, grinding her weeping cunt against yours. She groaned as your clits touched over and over, sending electricity throughout your bodies.

“Yes. Yes. Yes, oh-,” your words were cut off as you were overwhelmed with pleasure. Jihyo’s pussy slid against yours, sending you reeling as she stared down at you with the most wicked glint in her eye. Like she knew she was doing everything right, and she loved watching you snap.

Your hands reached up, pawing at her voluptuous breasts until she mercifully leaned down to kiss your neck. This gave you easier access to knead and play with her boobs, your palms squishing her sensitive nipples. The little moans and whines she let out by your ear only made you wetter, and she could feel it. She was doing it on purpose.

“That’s my girl,” she cooed, kissing your jaw, “Cumming for mommy when you’re told. So proud of you.”

You smiled into the kiss she graced your lips with, melting underneath her. Every ounce of worry and any stressful thought in your mind was gone. She knew her job was done, and successfully so.

— taglist #1

It's quiet. A half-empty bottle of beer in each of your hands. Both of you are leaning against the bed while sitting on the floor. Chaeyoung's head on your shoulder. You are both cold, but somehow you warm each other up.

"Do you believe in the multiverse theory?" asks Chaeyoung as she looks at you, sitting upright again.

"Partly?" you reply, taking a sip of the beer.

"Kind of interesting to think about." says Chaeyoung, her head leaning back.

"Do you think... what would you and I be like in different universes?" she asks. It makes you think.

Both of you in other universes?

"Never thought about it that way," you reply.

In this universe, you are good friends. You've known each other for a long time.

But what about in other universes?

In this universe, you don't know each other, or rather, you don't know each other yet.

You have just moved to Paris, Chaeyoung has been living there for years. After weeks you start to notice more and more the flower shop which is in the same street as your apartment.

When you stand in front of it, you realize that it also offers tattoos? A strange but interesting combination.

You open the door and are immideatly greeted by the scent of flowers, as well as soft music in the background coming from a record.

"Hello!!!" says a woman enthusiastically to you, she looks smaller than you, her hair color the same as yours, her arms full of tattoos.

You smile at her and walk to the counter.

"I haven't been here that long, and I wanted to decorate my place a bit... and maybe get a tattoo on the spur of the moment?" you laugh, which she returns. "I have the perfect Flowers for you, and maybe the perfect Tattoo!" she smiles and winks at you.

Maybe it's a beginning of a wonderful friendship.

Maybe more?

In this universe you know each other, but you are probably your worst enemies.

You're both students in an art university, and you're the best students in the class. In competitions, it's always about which one of you wins. But, bad for you, Chaeyoung wins more than you.

"This can't be true," you mutter sourly as it is announced that she has won again. You walk out of the room, you don't need any more 2nd place trophies that just remind you that you can't be better than the Son Chaeyoung.

You walk to the next art classroom - the next competition is already in a month and you want to win. You sit down on a chair in front of a slightly larger canvas, your pens and brushes beside you on a stool. You hear the door open behind you.

"Drawing again? Wouldn't you rather give up? I'm going to win again anyway. Use your talent for other things," Chaeyoung says in her teasing voice. You grit your teeth because honestly, you feel like beating her up right now.

"Leave me alone." you reply. You hear a little giggle from her. "Good luck winning against me then" she says ironically and walks out. You hold the brush so tightly that it breaks in half. You sigh as you put away the two broken halfs.

Here, you hate her more than anything.

In another universe, you have a rather... different relationship.

Chaeyoung's head between your thighs, your hand in her hair while you moan. A breathy "f-fuck-" leaves your mouth. You've met her in a bar, and from the eye-fucking to the quick talking stage onto this perfect moment.

You breath heavily as Chaeyoung eats you out, her tongue in your hole while her nose hits your clit in a unusual pace.

Maybe its the alcohol, or Chaeyoung's perfect skills, but you cum quickly into her mouth, the sound of her drinking your juices makes you even more horny.

She sits upright again, smirking at you while her finger is resting on your clit which makes you grind your hip against her finger, signalising Chaeyoung that you definetly want more.

She leans forward, kissing you while one hand plays with your breast, the other one drawing circles on your clit. You moan into her mouth as she explores it with her tongue. She leaves your lips and her mouth lands on your neck, sucking, biting, kissing every inch of skin, her fingers now burried deep inside of you. Your hands on her shoulder, your nails digging into her skin while your toes curl into the bedsheet.

In this Universe, you dont really know eachother except your name or how you look without clothes, how you moan and taste. And maybe it will stay like that.

Maybe not.

In a universe far away, you are older.

You've been Chaeyoung's girlfriend for years.

Chaeyoung is on a set right now filming her new music video, and you're visiting her for support.

She fulfilled her dream of becoming a singer about a year ago, and it went even better than she thought. Her debut song became a hit, so now the next album almost a year later.

"Hello!!!" you call in happily, Chaeyoung smiles at you as she walks away from the set to hug you.

"I missed you" you say as you both walk to an empty room so you can talk in peace.

"Me too" Chaeyoung replies but in some weird tone.

You sit down on a couch as she takes your hand in hers, a light sigh falling from her lips.

"Are you okay?" you ask worriedly. Chaeyoung is silent, but then-

"My company wants me to break up with you... it's just to start with, they don't want to ruin my reputation, they say after a year or so we can do things together in public too" she says, her voice breaks, but in the end it sounds like she agrees and wants to take a year off??

"Chaeyoung..."

"You know it's my dream..." she says, since this conversation started she hasn't even looked at your face once. You wipe a tear from your cheek.

"You know I've always supported you. Then I'll do it again now," you say, standing up and walking out of the room, you hear Chaeyoung say something but you're too afraid to look back.

You came to support her, but it seems you did in a different way.

"I love you forever," she said as you left.

"I love you too," you say to yourself as you wave to a cab.

Here in this world you can't be together, but that's okay. You love each other.

"Do you think they hate us?" asks Chaeyoung, quietly and fearfully.

"I don't. I honestly don't want to think about it" you answer and sigh.

In this universe, you also love each other, but no one knows but the two of you.

You are sitting on a terrace of a bar, among young adults like you it is known as a safe place for "people like you", the extra exclusive terrace is as good as dark, a few candle lights on the tables from the different people. Half empty drinks on your table. Your view of the sea, the waves as good as silent.

"No matter what they think of us, I will always love you" you say and smile, your hand on hers. Your cell phone rings, a call from your mother.

"Hold on a second" you say and answer it.

"So how's the date going?"

Right. You told her you were out with a male friend. You sigh.

"It's going fine."

"I hope he likes you, you should finally marry someon-"

"I have to go, see you later mom." you hang up and turn off your phone.

"Your mom is bugging you again?" asks Chaeyoung, you nod.

"How about we go for a walk?" she smiles.

"I'd love to" you both put money on the table and walk out of the bar, a walk along the water, your favorite activity, unobtrusive yet somehow beautiful too. You walk hand in hand, Chaeyoung kisses your cheek. She's been doing it for years, but every time you get butterflies in your stomach. You sit down on a bench, your head on her shoulder.

"Chaeyoung?" it's quiet.

"Hm?"

"I want to go to another city..

With you" you say, it's not a question, just a fact. It's a sentence full of love.

"Me too" she says and smiles.

"I want to marry you" Chaeyoung says, it's just like you said, a fact, full of love, like a proposal.

"Then let's get married" you kiss her, slowly and so soft.

In this Universe you're scared to show your love.

"Its funny to think about us in different universes" she says, your beer already empty, your mind slowly coming back after you were thinking about everything.

You and Chaeyoung in different places.

"You know... it's interesting and all... but I'd much rather just be here, in the present universe. With you," you say, while looking at her. It's more of a whisper, but loud enough for Chaeyoung to hear.

She smiles at you and nods.

"You're right" she says, setting the beer in her hand on the floor and turning to you, her hand on your cheek.

In this universe, you are good friends.

She comes closer, her warm breath on your lips, she looks into your eyes, then at your lips, and back into your eyes.

You both come closer, her lips on yours. A slow, pleasant kiss.

the last thing you would’ve predicted to happen after a terribly slow rehearsal would probably have to be hooking up with the guitarist of your band.

there was no warning at all, the only thing you two can remember is the burning eye contact and that exchanged glance at each other’s lips before crashing into a hot, desperate kiss.

you bruise chaeyoung’s soft lips, kissing her roughly and leaving her breathless. her knees feel weak as you fumble with the zipper of her black jacket, aggressively sliding it off her.

“this is just-” you start in a hushed manner, “this doesn’t mean we’re-“

“you talk too much.” chaeyoung groans, pulling you closer and locking lips once again.

chaeyoung’s hands roam all over your body, trying to feel you and push you even closer while you shamelessly devour each other.

the two of you pull apart and work away at each other’s clothes, quickly trying to undress the other to have that skin-to-skin contact that’ll leave the two of you naked with shakier breaths and needier groans.

once you unzip chaeyoung’s jacket, you pull away and slide off the loose baby tee you wear in one, swift motion.

“shit,” chaeyoung says, biting her lip at the sight of you topless.

she gazes at your bra-clad chest and the tattoos that litter your shoulder and rib. there’s a small groove in your abdomen, emphasizing the shape of your abs—they’re not too defined, not body-builder crazy—but they’re there, which makes chaeyoung bite her lip.

your hands make their way to chaeyoung’s white graphic t-shirt that she has on, and you remove the last layer of clothing on her upper body so that you’re both only in your bras and whatever pants you have on.

no words are exchanged before you two have your hands on each other again, lips meeting eagerly.

in the process of completely feeling her up and kissing her until she slowly starts to lose feeling in her lips, you shift yourselves closer to chaeyoung’s bed.

you push her down, straddling her in between your knees while gazing at her flushed cheeks and the needy look in her eyes as she looks up at you while propping herself up with her elbows. a smirk plays on your lips as you tilt her chin up and smile, leaning in to kiss her again before working at her jeans and taking them off.

chaeyoung’s breath hitches when you brush your fingers over her the fabric that covers her heat, “you’re so wet,” you mumble, looking at the darkened cloth. “are you that desperate? drenched already…”

not even a second later, you tug her jeans down and they fall to her ankles. she kicks the denim off and onto the ground.

“fuck, you look good,” you murmur, biting your lip at the sight of her so flushed and hot. chaeyoung subconsciously moves her hips up, letting out a small whimper at your words. you simply chuckle at her body’s response, then waste no time to hook a finger at the top of her underwear, slipping it off in a quick motion.

you whisper something under your breath and stare with darkened, lust-filled eyes before you kiss her again.

there’s no time wasted as you kiss her sloppily, your hand trails down with no hesitation and starts to tease her folds, the tips of your fingers already getting soaked from how wet she is. you continue to rub your finger up and down her slit, not giving her the pleasure that she wants, that she needs.

chaeyoung’s breath hitches, growing impatient from the way you constantly tease her.

“fuck, just fuck me already,” she says, it’s rushed, it’s needy, and it’s quiet—music to your ears.

“need me that bad?” you smirk against her skin before putting both your middle and ring finger in, making her moan against your lips.

you finger her at a steady pace, all while simultaneously thumbing her clit and working to take her bra off with your free hand. chaeyoung’s room is quite dim, but you can still see how flushed her cheeks are—almost velvet in color.

the guitarists’ brows are furrowed, and her top teeth trap her bottom lip, muffling the pretty, whiny sounds that you dreadfully need to hear.

her bra is off now, you mindlessly throw it somewhere on the bed—it most likely landed on the floor or nightstand instead, but you could care less.

your free hand immediately makes its way over to her tits, finger brushing over her hardened nipple, which makes her tremble and groan at the feathery touch. it doesn’t take long for you to latch your lips onto the unoccupied tit, blatantly sucking and kissing it, swirling your tongue around her bud which makes her back arch and nails claw at your shoulder.

chaeyoung grows whinier and louder, she’s close.

“fuck, y/n- fuck oh my god i’m gonna, i’m…” her sentences and pleads are almost incoherent, they’re so cracked out and breathy from the way you thrust your fingers in ruthlessly.

with one last pump of your fingers, and one more harsh press on her clit, she’s sent over the edge.

chaeyoung’s back arches and her body jerks, she curses loudly, and some jumbled whines are thrown into the mix.

your fingers are covered in cum, they’re drenched.

you tilt chaeyoung’s chin up, her breaths are still labored and her pupils take over most of her eyes from how dilated they are. the bottom of her lip is grazed lightly with your thumb before you push it down lightly, nudging her to open her mouth so you can stick your slick-covered fingers in.

chaeyoung tastes herself off your fingers, and a sound that’s a mix of a moan and whimper leaves her lips as she does so.

you take your fingers out and make the move to kiss her, it’s sloppy and full of tongue so you can get a hint of what she tastes like before you devour her. you pull away smirking, eyeing down her tits and to her pussy.

“legs open for me, want you to cum in my mouth.” you mutter against her neck. chaeyoung’s breath falters when she feels your warm breath against her skin, shivering from the feeling.

“where the hell is y/n?” hyejin sighs, looking at her phone.

chaeyoung groans—because you’re late, and because you had her wobbling out the door of her room after a night of at least five orgasms.

the guitarist had woken up naked in her bed with an empty spot beside her, the only trace of someone being there the night prior was the faint smell of cigarette smoke and the signature cologne you wore that lingered in the sheets of her bed.

“hello? y/n where the hell are you?” hyejin asks, brows furrowing in frustration—but not the same way chaeyoung’s had furrowed from your touch last night.

the vocalist talks to you on the phone with irritation for about five more seconds before you barge into the room with a tired expression and a bass guitar on your back.

“where have you been?” hyejin groans, “you’re ten minutes-“

“yeah yeah,” you sigh, “i had shit to do but i’m here now alright? could you just let me plug in my bass and let me get to work goddamn it.”

chaeyoung almost laughs at your response, hyejin is not a force to be reckoned with. you spare a quick glance at chaeyoung, eyes softening for a second before you plug in your bass and greet your drummer hyunmin.

“are you going to quit blabbing or start singing because i’m ready now, and i think the rest are too.” you groan, looking at the rest of the band. hyejin rolls her eyes, muttering something under her breath and fixing the microphone stand in front of her. you never really tolerated her.

chaeyoung walks outside the studio and sees you leaning against the railing. your back is turned, facing her.

the guitarist watches the gentle breeze disorder some strands of your hair, which makes your hand run through your locks in an attempt to fix it. a momentary pause ensues once you tuck a stray strand behind your ear, then you fetch a small box from the pocket of your jeans, pick a cigarette out of the case, and shuffle through the other pocket of the denim to pull out a lighter.

“can we share?” chaeyoung asks, making you turn your head in surprise.

you nod and hold the cigarette between your lips, cupping your hand to block the evening breeze as you light the end of it. you take a slow, deliberate breath, the smoke coiling and dancing within your lungs.

chaeyoung walks over to your left and leans on the same railing, then turns to watch smoke escape your lips in a thin, sinuous trail, curling and twisting into the air like a wisp of silk. the cigarette still sits between your fingers and you look down at it, looks like something is on your mind from the way you stare at it blankly with lidded eyes.

“what’s on your mind?” chaeyoung asks. you turn and make eye contact with her.

you simply smile and shake your head, then hand her the cigarette.

“nothing nothing….” you assure. the guitarist doesn’t buy your response with that fake tone of certainty when you say it.

chaeyoung traps the cigarette between her lips, inhaling leisurely then examining you while you stare at the scenery of the houses, buildings, and trees in the distance. chaeyoung’s brows furrow slightly as she exhales, the smoke dissipating into the air.

“you can always talk to me.” the guitarist says, handing the cigarette back. “you’ve seen me naked, so i guess you can tell me anything now.” she adds jokingly, making you chuckle softly.

“thanks,” you mumble and look at her sincerely, “and i’d love to see you naked again if i’m going to be honest.”

chaeyoung giggles, “i’d love to see you naked again as well.”

you smile, taking another hit of the cigarette before looking out into the distance again.

“again” is two days from that conversation, then another heated night a week after that.

“again” turns into a weekly thing, then twice a week, and now you’re over at chaeyoung’s three times a week, crashing your lips against hers after a few hours of rehearsals and being scolded by hyejin as soon as you reach her apartment.

even when the two of you are over at chaeyoung’s place to simply hang out, laze around, and maybe construct a small melody with the two instruments you play; it always ends in someone’s lips latched onto the other’s neck and breathless, needy moans. none of you complain when this happens, it’s inevitable anyway.

what’s also inevitable is you leaving chaeyoung’s apartment after every session with a simple text or small exchange of words. even though it shouldn’t bring a weird, uneasy feeling to chaeyoung’s heart, it does.

the two of you promised to keep this thing you had between the two of you on the low, and the rules were simple:

1. friendship and the band first

2: nothing changes except the fact that you occasionally explore each other’s bodies a couple of times a week.

3: no romantic feelings. rule three is a big one, you can’t fuck up the band like that—can’t have hyejin finding out especially.

the two of you find that all these rules are pretty simple, pretty straightforward. can’t be too hard, right?

a month and a half after the whole “friends with benefits” deal starts, you wake up next to chaeyoung for the first time instead of leaving her alone with crumpled sheets and a turned-over corner of the blanket.

the guitarist blinks slowly as she wakes up, trying to process everything and adjust to the light that seeps through the blinds.

chaeyoung turns to the side and sees you holding a pillow in your arms, clinging onto it like a teddy bear with your eyes closed and hair falling over your face. she watches the morning light hit your bare shoulder and a part of your face, emphasizing the slope of your nose and your soft lips.

something in the guitarist’s heart shifts—that’s not good.

the soft blanket gently drapes across your body, gently hugging your waistline while your bare torso glistens in the soft glow of the room. chaeyoung's gaze fixates on you, and an unspoken yearning lingers in the air as she fights the overwhelming desire to trace her finger along the beautiful curve of your side.

chaeyoung watches intently as you shift in your place, unconsciously seeking closeness. she feels her heart skip a beat, momentarily overwhelmed by the domesticity of the moment. she can't help but feel a surge of warmth as you settle on your back, looking peaceful and vulnerable. you look content.

your eyelids flutter open and you blink slowly, adjusting to the soft morning light. you mumble something incoherent, a sleepy melody that tugs at the guitarist’s heartstrings. it's a simple gesture, you’re simply waking up, but chaeyoung’s heart beats a little faster.

“morning.” chaeyoung mutters softly.

you sigh and turn over, hugging the pillow tightly again. “morning.” you say sleepily.

“you stayed the night?”

you rub your eyes and hum, “sorry, i didn’t realize-“

“no, no, it’s fine really.” chaeyoung cuts you off, “you can honestly stay whenever, you don’t have to leave.”

you set yourself back on the bed, laying down and humming in response,

“you sure? i hope it doesn’t complicate things…”

“it doesn’t,” chaeyoung says, “i wouldn’t mind, i mean, you’ve been over even before we… you know…”

before we started seeing each other like this.

“and besides, it’s less lonely when i wake up next to you.” chaeyoung admits.

you find yourself blushing.

a lump in your throat forms for some reason while you look at her naked—only covered by some of the blanket you two share. you realize that this, (referring to waking up next to chaeyoung’s naked self) would be very intimate if it were something more than platonic. it is very intimate despite your little “friends-with-benefits” deal.

it’s terrifying how your face warms up and this time it’s not because she’s moaning into your ear or cumming all over your fingers; it’s because she simply looks pretty. your brain goes completely blank from the tenderness of her voice and the soft look in her eyes.

“thanks.” you respond, hesitantly reaching over for your phone to check the time to hide your flushed face.

chaeyoung shows up to band practice with a crop top and jeans—you eye her exposed tummy that you’ve kissed down multiple times, eyes lingering on the faint line that trails in the middle.

eunseok, the rhythmic guitar player, catches your stare as chaeyoung tunes her guitar.

“what’s with that look?” he asks, quirking brow. you jump at the sound of his voice, almost hitting him.

“w-what? nothing, sorry, just zoning out.” you say, quickly picking at the strings on your own bass. you feel eunseok’s chuckle against your ear, the smirk on his face is evident even if you can’t see him while you stare down at your instrument.

“you like her?”

“no! stop that.” you groan, “don’t make me bring up whatever the fuck you and hyunmin have going on.” referring to the weird chemistry the male guitarist and the drummer have when the band drinks together (well, the band minus hyejin).

“whatever, whatever.” he says, rolling his eyes. “but i see you eyefucking her, why not ask her out?”

because we’ve been fucking every week for two months and i’m scared of commitment and i don’t even know if i like her like that but my heart kind of does flips and-

“i’m not doing that,” you sigh, “i’m not into her like that.”

“yeah yeah.” he says unconvinced.

chaeyoung meets you at the balcony of the studio again, you two share a cigarette like always. it’s a routine that has your lungs screaming a little.

rehearsals were rough, maybe it’s foreshadowing the sex you’ll have later.

hyejin was off, very off. you, chaeyoung, eunseok, and hyunmin were doing fine, all your instruments complimented each other well, it’s just hyejin. she sang, and that was the problem.

the lyrics she wrote for the song you’ve been producing just didn’tfit, neither did her tone or voice. the rest of the members agreed—not verbally, but through the exchanged, uneasy glances as soon as words left her mouth.

hyejin didn’t have a bad singing voice, i mean her voice fit the other songs, but not the type of songs the band wanted to be playing. it was difficult playing songs that didn’t make your head nod, that were too soft and cliché, it wasn’t the most enjoyable, and it didn’t sell well.

chaeyoung exhales a thin trail of smoke and it merges with the wind.

“chaeyoung,” you begin.

“yeah?”

“i think we should kick hyejin out.” you say. chaeyoung turns and looks at you with wide eyes, tilting her head.

“what?”

“it’s not going to work if we keep her in, you know i’m right.” you complain, “i mean that instrumental? it was perfect, it’s a hit—but she goes blabbing about how it doesn’t fit and shit, she just tweaks everything to fit her. that’s not how it’s supposed to be.”

chaeyoung sighs, “we’re going to be missing a whole vocalist.”

“you can sing?” you suggest.

“you’re crazy.” chaeyoung laughs, looking at you in disbelief. she shakes her head, handing you the cigarette. you roll your eyes, filling your lungs with smoke as you inhale.

there’s a sound of voices bickering in the distance, it makes you and chaeyoung redirect your attention in the direction that the voices were heard from. two familiar faces emerge from the door to the balcony and two men push each other while one shuffles through his pocket for a cigarette: eunseok and hyunmin.

“oh, you two.” hyunmin says unenthusiastically, grinning when you two roll your eyes at him.

eunseok rolls his eyes at him, pulling out a cigarette and cupping his hand around the end while he lights it up. the taller guitarist inhales and the smoke fills his lungs, he breathes out slowly before talking.

“the hell are you two doing here?” eunseok asks. his tone and word choice is harsh, but he’s just like that.

“could ask the same thing.” you respond, taking another hit of the cigarette. hyunmin takes the cigarette out from between eunseoks lips, earning a groan from him in response.

“we-“ eunseok cuts himself off, “i always smoke here.”

“we?” chaeyoung chuckles, “you two come here often?” and you look at her, almost laughing at the fact that you two have been smoking there together too, contradicting her own words. hyunmin blows smoke in eunseoks face, which has the drummer being shoved playfully.

“sharing is caring.” hyunmin grins, holding the cigarette between his fingers and holding it up to eunseoks mouth. eunseok takes the cigarette bashfully with his lips. the gesture urges you and chaeyoung glance at each other, you both seemed to notice the blush on eunseoks face.

“i was just talking about hyejin.” you explain, shifting the topic of the conversation. the mention of hyejins name earns a scoff from the male guitarist and an eye roll from the drummer.

“i’m still pissed at her, the instrumental is so good, and she wants us to fucking tweak it?” hyunmin sighs, “i’m fucking sick of hitting the high hats so softly, i wanna do some real shit.”

“chaeyoung’s solo is good, the chords i play fit well with hers, but that fucking…” eunseok trails off, cutting himself off by taking a hit of the cigarette, “her voice doesn’t even fit.”

you nod, “i’m saying, i think chaeyoung should sub in.”

“stop that.” she sighs, but hyunmin interjects.

“y/n you’re actually onto something!” the drummer beams, “chaeyoung you should really give it a try.”

the lead guitarist shrinks in her place, “i don’t know…”

“look,” eunseok says, “i think the suggestion isn’t that illogical. hyejin is gone, we could just plug in our shit and you could try something out? you can sing chaeyoung, i’ve heard. give it a shot.”

chaeyoung sighs, it’s three-on-one. she might as well.

the four of you found yourselves lost in the cozy embrace of the studio, lingering longer than usual since hyejin was gone. chaeyoung's agreement to sing along to the instrumental was a revelation, and it resonated perfectly with the fusion of your bass, eunseoks riffs, and hyunmin’s enthusiastic drumming. 

eunseok and chaeyoung switched roles, chaeyoung had taken over playing the simple chords and eunseok would be picking the more intricate tune. everything fit well, even if chaeyoung hadn’t figured out a concrete melody that would go along with the instrumental, her voice still fit pleasantly.

even after all of you finish rehearsing and messing around, you find yourselves immersed in a heated, deep conversation. hyejin is brought up here and there, but most of the time it’s just catching up with what’s been going on, laughing at each other, and simplygetting along like old friends do, because that’s what you are when the supposed vocalist isn’t around.

eunseok and hyunmin glance at each other and the tension is evident, especially the small flush on eunseok’s face when hyunmin goes on a tangent about one of his stupid theories. the male guitarist isn’t sneaky with his admiring look on the drummer, it’s quite amusing.

there are also moments where you and chaeyoung exchange glances that are too tender, too warm to be anything platonic. the two of you scoot closer throughout the whole conversation, shoulders end up grazing against each other and heads end up in the crook of necks from laughing. it’s all platonic, right? you figure it might be the alcohol in your system, hyunmin seems to always have some alcohol ready for drinking in the trunk of his car.

 (but the alcohol in your system wasn’t even enough to have you feeling tipsy, so what was it that made your cheeks feel so warm?)

when you and chaeyoung reach her place, the mood in the air shifts, even as you go down on her.

she grips your hair while you tongue fuck her ravenously, her head shoots back into the pillow on her bed as she sighs in ecstasy. her tattooed hands grip at the sheets and blissful moans fill the air—both her singing and sounds of pleasure are music to your ears.

“fuck, fuck, fuck, keep going,” chaeyoung breathes out, eyes shutting and top teeth trapping her bottom lip. “shit, i-i’m close, god-“

your tongue is torturous against her walls, and when you press your thumb on her clit for added stimulus—she’s pushed to the point where her vision is blurry and her hand grips your hair desperately as her climax fills your mouth.

“fuck, chaeyoung.” you mumble against her heat, licking your lips after. you kiss her thighs, almost too tenderly, it’s dangerously sweet, and despite the fact that you’ve temporarily taken chaeyoung’s ability to form coherent sentences—she’s flustered from the way you trail up her tummy and back to her lips.

your kisses are sweet, and her mind is fuzzy from how intimate this all is—and not in the “oh my god you just fucked me dumb” way, but in the “shit that was a little too lovey-dovey and i think i might explode if you kiss me like that again” way.

your lips part from hers and you smile, looking at her with an ineffable gentleness in your eyes. you brush the strands of hair that cover the guitarist’s face, and the words that come out your mouth reeeaallly fucks up the assumption that this is all platonic.

“you’re really pretty.” you mutter, tucking a messy, dark strand of hair behind her ear.

maybe it’s because you ate her out so well that her senses are all fucked up, but she genuinely can’t form a response. chaeyoung’s cheeks flush.

your eyes widen a little, “sorry, that was weird, sorry.” you say, propping yourself up.

“n-no, i’m just, it’s just-“ chaeyoung cuts herself off, breathing out gently. “i think, god, everything is so confusing.”

you tilt your head. “what?” you ask, laying down next to her whilst propping yourself up with your elbow, attention on her.

“nevermind-“

“no, say it, what’s on your mind? was it something i-“

“no, no,” chaeyoung assures, “it’s nothing you did, kind of. i’m just, i don’t know, all this is confusing.”

your eyes trail down her bare chest and down her body, but your eyes meet again.

chaeyoung sighs, “i don’t want to feel bad, and i just, i’ve been thinking and feeling like, i don’t know… it’s hard to tell you-”

“chaeyoung, you can tell me anything.” you mumble, looking at her affectionately.

“we’ve been fucking a lot, and i really like it of course, the sex is really fucking good. i just, i thought i would be fine with fucking around since it felt good, but then we started y’know, getting closer, and i think… i don’t know, with the band and everything... rule three should’ve been really easy not to break, but i think i-“

chaeyoung hums in surprise when you cut her off with a kiss, cupping her cheek and pressing your chest against hers in the process. she reciprocates the kiss, and it’s not a hungry, lustful one, the kiss is sweet and soft. butterflies flutter in her stomach.

you pull away and your lips are still lingering, “i think i broke rule three too.” you mumble against her lips, “sorry. i was scared of commitment for a while and then i realized: i wouldn’t mind it with you.”

chaeyoung blushes and kisses you again, it’s still sweet, but it’s much more passionate this time.

“it’s okay, i’m glad this doesn’t change anything.” she mumbles, “so—what are we now?”

“anything you want us to be. hope eunseok and hyunmin don’t mind, but they’ve probably been fucking too.” you respond, smiling before locking your lips with hers again. chaeyoung giggles, grinning into the kiss.

“stay the night? let’s get breakfast in the morning?”

you hum.