Pairing! : Chaeyoung (and a sprinkle of Sana) x Fem! Reader
…#.@º.A/N : Heavily inspired by Die Antwoord's Banana Brain M/V. Obvi skipped the weird parts of the video. (I don't support the artists themselves, just like the music!!)
Warnings! : Smoking // Drinking // Drvgs
“Get your father and I a cup of tea before bed, won’t you darling?” Was all your mother said to you the entire day.
There was always this unspoken tension between you and your parents that left a bitter taste to your tongue. No love, no emotion, just commands and expectations. Your mother’s words were always adorned in mock affection — a saccharine facade barely masking the subtle hostility beneath. Their standards for you were held high, accepting no less than pure perfection, flawlessness. It was draining to say the least. Every second of every day felt as though you were stepping on eggshells, tiptoeing as to not crack a single one.
The look in your mother’s eyes, after backhanded remarks laced in feigned tenderness, was a constant reminder of the consequences that would ensue with so little as a mishap. You were a marionette with your parents being your puppeteer pulling at your every string. Your friends always spoke of how comforting their parents were, but that concept was always foreign to someone in a family like yours.
You yearned to feel. To feel something that wasn’t utter dread or constant paranoia bearing down on your shoulders. And given your current distressed state, your friend Chaeyoung’s offer to go to a nearby house party didn’t seem as unhinged as you initially thought it was.
Your fingertips pressed hesitantly on the screen of your phone, “Pick me up in 20?”
She responded almost immediately, “Ofc, I’ll see you soon.”
Anxious excitement pricked at your skin, the thought of temporarily escaping the prison you called home lingered vehemently in mind. However, you still had to grievously maintain your composure. Your parents still laid awake in their bedroom awaiting the tea your mother had asked you to prepare.
Without a moment to waste, you quietly made your way down the hollow mahogany stairs and into the empty kitchen, low creeks with every footstep. The silence was almost deafening, drawing attention to each of your movements. Still, you fixed up the tea patiently waiting for it to cool down.
It was only then, in that quiet moment, that the fear of getting caught sneaking out by your parents seeped into your veins. A sickening nauseating pit formed in your stomach, anxiety pressing down into your skin. You didn’t know what to do. And in a moment of impulsivity, your arm reached for the medicine cabinet in search of the sleeping medication your parents made you take when they refused to deal with you. In seconds, it was crushed and set into the drinks.
Admittedly, you weren’t anywhere near the correct head space to properly handle the situation, but it was over with now.
Upon entering your parent’s bedroom, the tea was handed and you exchanged your ‘Goodnights’ before dolling yourself up for the night ahead of you.
Just as you were nearly finished touching up your makeup, the low rumble of a car pulling up to your driveway caught your attention. It was a white 2006 Subaru Impreza decked out in countless peculiar doodles — unmistakably Chaeyoung’s.
Consumed in nothing other than excitement, you bolted out the door of your house and into the car. Something flashed in Chaeyoung’s eyes upon seeing you. You hardly paid it any mind being too focused on the stupid banana beanie situated atop her head. It was an interesting contrast from the rest of her look — thick mascara embellishing long lashes, eyes smoked in cool-toned greys, and layered chain necklaces draping over her long sleeve off-the-shoulder top.
“What the hell is on your head?” You asked, stifling a chuckle.
She laughed upon replying “What? You don’t like it?”
Your head shook giggling, emanating a playful shrug from her. That was when her arm reached for the radio on the dash, fingers circling around the volume knob turning it to the max. Music boomed obnoxiously, the bass shaking every inch of the car:
“Banana Brains you’re the apple of my eye —Stay with me tonight, Cause I’m having the best time of my life~”
Her hands draped over the steering wheel next, gripping tightly against it, the track repeating the same lyric. The beat crescendoed and halted for a moment, and then the bass dropped. Chaeyoung screamed along with the track, “TURN UP!” as she slammed her foot on the gas pedal speeding out of the neighborhood.
Your stomach churned with each and every swerve she made, but the sheer rush of the moment had you high on life. Regardless, you reached for the glove box in search of a bag or something to hold your insides in case they spilled from your mouth. A sort of papers and other documents littered the area, but a certain object in the far back corner drew your attention.
You dragged it out of the storage box barely processing what was going on.
“Chaeyoung is this a fucking gun!?” you yelled.
Her head turned in your direction, not quite catching what you said.
“What?!” she yelled back.
“Yeah?!” and she took it from your hand.
Before you knew it, her window was rolled down, the gun held high. You stared both in fear and awe as she swerved recklessly, pulling the trigger repeatedly.
A disarray of bullets lit up the sky. You couldn’t tell if you were looking at stars or the remnants of Chaeyoung’s carelessness. It felt unreal. The sensation you got from sinking into your seat, of your body swaying at every turn, the feeling of watching how incredibly daring Chaeyoung was —it was surreal. There wasn’t a care in the world. Something you’ve never felt before.
Only minutes passed before you arrived at your destination. Chaeyoung got out of the car and opened the door for you as her hand waved in greetings towards several people across the lawn.
It was like nothing you’ve ever seen before. The harsh heavy smell of weed and tobacco smacked you in the face with so little as a step out the car. People littered the lawn holding drinks and blunts – the air alive with music.
Chaeng’s arm draped around your shoulder leading you towards the crowd.
Drinks lay across a plastic white folding table near the door on the porch of the house: Vodka, Hennessey, Tequila, everything. Her free hand reached for the glass Tequila bottle offering you a drink, pouring herself one in the process. Hesitantly, you nodded having never done something like this before.
“Are you sure? You don’t have to if you’re not okay with it.” Chaeyoung reassured, sensing your hesitation.
“One or two drinks can’t hurt right?” You shrugged with a sheepish smile.
She smiled and handed you a red plastic cup full to the brim with alcohol. You brought it up to your mouth not expecting the stench to be so strong. Your body involuntarily winced at the jarring smell emanating from the drink sparking a giggle out of Chaeyoung. Still, you gulped as much as you could down, the liquid hot coming down your throat. It burned deep in your chest, but in a way that you didn’t necessarily dislike. Regardless, your brows still furrowed and your nose scrunched in unfamiliarity. Chaeyoung stared in anticipation.
“Did you like it?” she asked.
You awkwardly gave her two thumbs up before taking another sip, this time, taking things much slower.
She laughed – until the song from the car began again, catching you both by surprise. Her face lit up singing along once more. It was almost as if she was singing the song to you. The way her gaze was fixated on you, or the way her smile never faltered as she danced, her entire demeanor made something in your stomach flutter.
Those standing jumped and danced to the music while those sitting swayed along to the beat. One girl in particular, eyed you from the curb. Her eyes glued to your person in awe. Chaeyoung wasn’t the only person obsessed with you tonight. And you, oblivious to it all, simply danced lightly as you held your drink with both hands. That was until someone bumped into Chaeyoung spilling her drink.
She turned around in irritation telling the person off in a drunken haze. And in that moment, the girl from the curb approached you.
Her straight coffee hair veiled her porcelain skin, full lips stained in dull pink. Long black necklaces layered over her toned collarbones above her cropped black tank top. And her waist, adorned in several leather belts, paired stylishly with acid washed skinny jeans. She was utterly divine.
Her mannicured hands found their way in yours as she gently dragged you inside the house. Blinded by literal perfection, you trailed behind absentmindedly unaware of the consequences to follow.
The house was dark, neon-lit, and mostly empty, music and decorative lights being the only thing filling the room.
She danced with you, pulling one arm adjacent to the other, switching with every beat. You weren’t sure if you were drunk in the woman in front of you, or drunk from the alcohol, but your body felt light and heavy all at once. Head in the clouds, the girl’s hands traveling your skin were the only things keeping you grounded in the moment. You didn’t even know her name, but you were completely engrossed in the way her fingertips moved down to your waist, hands guiding your hips against hers. Her lips ghosted your ear, pulling you closer.
“Is this okay, pretty girl?” She asked, her voice sultry.
You nodded, almost too eagerly, and it definitely didn’t go unnoticed. A seductive smile painted her face, eyes unapologetically checking you out.
Gentle fingers slid up and down your sides. Her index finger hooked onto the belt loop of your pale grey jeans giving a small tug at your waistline. Her other hand, unoccupied, dipped into her pocket pulling out a small square shaped paper with a banana on it. She held it between two fingers, gaze fixated on yours as she placed the paper on her tongue.
“What’s that?” You asked.
Mischief gleaned in her eyes before responding, “Fun, my darling. Fun”
There wasn’t a clue in your head about what she meant, but you were too immersed in the moment to care. She had you in a daze. A labyrinth you couldn’t find yourself wanting to escape from.
The girl’s pupils dilated, the darks of her eyes nearly covering the brown thin lines surrounding them.
She gently placed her hand on your cheek and leaned in, plump lips pressing against your own.
Your eyebrows raised in surprise, unexpecting the sudden kiss, but you didn’t find yourself wanting to pull away.
Her lips were soft, tasting of cherry and whiskey —it was sweet. Your arms tangled themselves around her neck, fingertips roaming towards her hair pulling her closer in the moment.
The kiss began slowly, progressing along with the music. Her free hand then toyed with your belt, fingers faintly brushing against your lower stomach. The heat between your thighs grew more and more with every second. Her hand then laced itself in your hair, tugging back, not hard enough for it to hurt, but enough for you to gasp.
She took that moment to slip her tongue into your mouth exploring every inch of it.
And suddenly everything was intensified —her touch, the music, the drunken daze you were in. Time slowed and you could have sworn you were dreaming. Nothing could compare to the euphoria you were experiencing. You were lost in the girl against you, addicted to the way she devoured you.
Chaeyoung, on the other hand, frantically searched for you in the crowd of people dispersed outside. She was so absorbed in cussing out the guy from earlier, that she didn’t realize you disappeared into the night.
Her heart raced as she staggered around in her intoxicated state. Chaeyoung’s eyes darted around in attempts of miraculously spotting you nearby, even going as far as asking the strangers around her.
She found Mina by the door and tried asking once more.
“Hi! –uh sorry, but have you seen Y/N? She was just next to me and I don’t know where she went.” She whined, her tone laced in utter distress.
“Was that the girl you were with? I think I saw her go inside with Sana–”
She rushed in and found you exactly where Mina had said you were, making out with Sana.
The girl’s heart sank at the scene in front of her. Her gaze stuck to you pressed against another girl under dim, neon lights.
A bitter taste coated her tongue. It was only then that her legs moved involuntarily, acting solely on impulse marching over to the two of you.
It could’ve been the alcohol or it could’ve been her heart seething in anger, but she was tearing the both of you apart before she knew it.
“Hello? What in the actual fuck?” She spat.
You and Sana stumbled back startled, eyes wide in surprise. It was the first time you had ever seen Chaeyoung so worked up. It was an unanticipated contrast from her usual laid back and playful demeanor.
Sana groaned. “Oh come on Chaeng, why can’t you let me have a little fun, hm?”
“Because your idea of ‘fun’ is taking LSD at parties and having one-night-stands right after. Y/N doesn’t need that shit. It’s basically her first time out like this”
Your face flushed red in embarrassment. Chaeyoung wasn’t wrong, but no one had to know you were a homebody.
Sana shrugged carelessly. “Fine Chaeyoung, I’ll leave you and your little crush alone then.”
She then gave you a sly wink before departing to who knows where.
You shot a confused look towards Chaeyoung
She turned away, flustered, ignoring the question you’d just asked —your disheveled look not going unnoticed.
“You shouldn’t hang around her so much N/N. Sana can be a bit much sometimes. She’s into more hardcore things and I just don't think you should get too close because–”
You sighed, still quite disoriented from a second ago. The world around you seemed to spin and the lights seemed to have shown brighter than they did just moments prior. You could hardly focus on what Chaeyoung was saying.
Lightheaded, your gaze was focused on the ground at first —it being severely overwhelming to even attempt to look up— but you tried your best to redirect your focus back to Chaeyoung. Her mouth moved yet no words were necessarily audible. Only sounds came out, nothing quite indistinguishable.
Panic seeped in, heavy in your chest, and you stumbled back with your head in your hands. Chaeyoung became uneasy at your sudden behavior.
“Woah, woah… Hey are you okay?” She asked
“Fuck, I’m sorry Chaeyoung” you muttered.
The fear inside you became overbearing, your body no longer in your control. To say that you were just freaking out would have been a severe understatement. And so you ran away in search of a bathroom leaving Chaeyoung a confused, definitely-not-sober, worried mess. She called out from behind you, the sound echoing off the nothings in your head as you made it to the restroom, locking the door behind you.
Your legs stumbled over to the sink, face inches away from the mirror. The reflection in front of you seemed nothing out of the normal at first, but in seconds, you stared as your face contorted into something much older, your teeth rotting right before your eyes.
Your trembling hands reached for the faucet handles turning the water on in the sink. Desperately trying to keep your composure, you cupped your hands under the water and splashed the liquid in your face praying this was all just some sick nightmare.
Faint sounds of Chaeyoung calling your name resonated from outside the bathroom door. The sounds of her knuckles pounding on the hardwood bounced off the walls.
You were gravely overstimulated and unable to conjure a single coherent thought. It didn't help that all the walls surrounding you were spattered with an innumerable amount of graffitied drawings. Some were odd creatures, others were messy scribbles, and the rest were simply people who wanted to leave their mark on the house.
You cried drowning in what felt like pure hysteria. One thing led to another and you couldn’t remember how it happened, but the next thing you knew, you had scissors in hand and began snipping away at your hair irresponsibly. And when you finally realized what you had done, you choked out a broken scream. You dropped the scissors and tangled your hands in your hair, the shock settling in.
Hearing the scream from inside the bathroom, Chaeyoung panicked fearing the worst had just occurred. She pleaded with fate hoping you hadn’t done anything dire and ran out the house, pushing through the crowd.
She made it back to her car and frantically searched through the glove box for the gun from earlier. She quickly shoved it in her back pocket and ran back inside to the bathroom.
Realistically, she knew she couldn’t have kicked down the door no matter how hard she tried. So she stepped back a few feet and aimed the gun towards the locked knob to her front.
A loud BANG! pierced through the air temporarily distracting you from the internal crisis you were just experiencing. You fell to the ground stunned from what had just happened.
The door swung open revealing a shaken Chaeyoung half processing what she just did and how reckless it was. If her aim had been off by the slightest bit, she could’ve killed you, but she quickly dismissed those thoughts, running to you on the floor.
“Oh my God Y/N are you okay!? What happened to your hair??”
Too rattled from the entire night you just underwent, you said nothing. No words managed to escape your lips. Your hands stayed glued to your hair as Chaeyoung helped you stand up.
She brought you down to a nearby couch and immediately wrapped her arms around you. Her hands cupped your cheeks, thumbs wiping away the tears streaming down your face. You could see the worry in her eyes, regret settling in your chest for leaving her alone tonight.
“Everythings going to be okay, N/N. I’m gonna fix this and then we can go home, okay? You’re just having a bad trip. You’re going to be okay” she whispered.
Your head nodded in response as she detached herself from you to fetch the scissors you dropped on the bathroom floor. She came back minutes later, dropping down in front of you.
Chaeyoung began with your bangs carefully evening out the disaster you committed and ended with layering your hair. It wasn’t perfect, but it looked a hell of a lot better than whatever crime you perpetrated just moments prior.
You arrive at Chaeyoung's place now. Her studio apartment cozy; the smell of cinnamon and strawberries hitting your nose as soon as you stepped through the door. She takes your hand in hers softly dragging you towards her room. It had been a while since you’d been here.
Your eyes landed on the plushy laying against her bed you’d gifted her years ago. It was a stuffed bunny she drew on a random page in your math notebook, her artstyle being something you’ve never seen before. Unusual, but enticing. The eyes were abnormally large, adorned in red and green thread. A decorative bandaid lay on the fluff of the stomach. You had made it yourself, for her birthday. You were surprised she still even had it.
Chaeyoung seemed to notice your gaze lingering on the plushy and finally broke the comfortable silence.
“I don’t think any other birthday gift has ever topped this one” She said, taking the plushy in her hands, her lips curving into a small smile in the process.
“I didn’t know it would be so important to you” you mumbled mindlessly, eyes finally meeting hers.
A hint of fear flickered across her face at the sudden eye contact —like she wanted to say something, but couldn’t. Words painfully caught in her throat, only four came out in a choked whisper:
“....you’re important to me”
Her words were small, fragile, as if she were to say it any louder she’d break. The room went quiet, tension thick and suffocating, a contrast from the atmosphere moments prior. The statement alone felt heavy in your chest, something far from casual as the words hit your ears.
“Important how?” You asked, mind suddenly recalling what you and Chaeyoung were discussing before your trip.
Silence hung uncomfortably in the air for a brief moment.
“Like no one else matters to me, Y/N… I just— I love you. And you don’t have to feel the same way, I just don’t know how much longer I could have gone without telling you… You make me feel things I couldn’t even begin to explain. From your smile to that light in your eyes when you’re excited about something, I dont know, it drives me insane. My heart aches at the thought of you; like as if you were to call for it, it’d leap out of my chest and go to you and I just—”
You closed the gap between the two of you, lips crashing into hers. It was gentle, a mere fragment of your feelings towards the girl. Feelings you weren’t nearly as good at voicing as she was. You hoped your actions would speak louder than words since love was never your forte.
Her lips were soft, tender, a perfect fit against yours. You melted into her, hand intertwining with hers. It felt like home, a place you never thought you’d find until tonight.
She was the first to pull away, her forehead leaning against yours.
“Y/N—” She began, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear.
“I love you too, Chaeyoung. I’m sorry for earlier. I don’t know why I let myself get carried away at the party. I promise you it didn’t mean anything, I wasn’t thinking straight, and I never should’ve left your side. I’m not very good at expressing myself, but I do love you. You’re the only person who’s ever cared for me. You SEE me. And words could never amount to how much that means to me..” You interrupted.
“It was your first trip and you were DRUGGED Y/N. It stung, I’ll admit, but just please be careful? Dont you EVER disappear with some stranger you dont even know. And I swear to God if Sana ever tries some shit again, I’ll kill her.” She said.
“I won’t, I promise Chaeng. You have my word” You responded, saluting playfully.
She giggled, pulling you into another kiss.
“So does this mean you’re mine now?” She asked, forehead still pressed against yours.
“Forever yours, my darling”
