#chaerji fic

“So,” Chaeryeong said, pretending to study the drink menu. “How’s Suwon treating you so far?” Yeji smiled like she knew exactly what Chaeryeong was doing. “Not bad. Everyone’s been really welcoming. Still feels weird, though. I keep expecting to look down and see my old colors.” Chaeryeong grinned. “You’re not the only one still adjusting. The fans are working through it too.” “Are they?” Yeji tilted her head. “Or just you?” -- OR superfan chaeryeong's favorite team trades for the player she hates most in the world: hwang yeji

Chapter 4 Preview Chaeryeong bit her lip, smiling, and let her fingers wander lower—trailing down the back of Yeji’s neck, then along the edge of her oversized sleep shirt. A bit of skin was exposed there, warm and soft. She traced it with slow, idle movements, dipping just under the fabric now and then. Yeji shivered, a small tremor running through her, and Chaeryeong could feel the faint rise and fall of her breath against her ribs. “That feels nice,” came a muffled murmur, Yeji’s voice half-buried in her chest. “Good morning, Yeji,” Chaeryeong said, her tone soft, amused. Yeji shifted, blinking blearily up at her. Her hair was sticking out in multiple directions, a cross between wavy and downright fluffy, and her lips were adorably pouty. Chaeryeong reached up, tilted her chin with one finger, and gave the gentlest tug forward. Yeji followed the cue immediately, pliant and sleepy, and kissed her.

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A pair of foreign hands so close to Yeji’s neck, where just last week, they delved deeper into some play and she had Yeji like a mess of putty in her hands. She knows how sensitive that whole area is, and decided to make a nice home for herself there. She loves pressing her lips against her neck and has wholeheartedly lost count of the times she’s suppressed the urge to bite down.

She wants to be the one to fasten it on Yeji, to have her stay still and obedient as she takes her sweet time tightening and buckling it, and have her gasping into her ear when she inevitably tugs on it.

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“So,” Chaeryeong said, pretending to study the drink menu. “How’s Suwon treating you so far?” Yeji smiled like she knew exactly what Chaeryeong was doing. “Not bad. Everyone’s been really welcoming. Still feels weird, though. I keep expecting to look down and see my old colors.” Chaeryeong grinned. “You’re not the only one still adjusting. The fans are working through it too.” “Are they?” Yeji tilted her head. “Or just you?” -- OR superfan chaeryeong's favorite team trades for the player she hates most in the world: hwang yeji

Chapter 3 Preview Yeji laughed—a full, easy laugh that crinkled her eyes. When it faded, she was still smiling, softer this time. “I really like you,” she whispered, like it was private. Like it was a secret. Like they weren’t the only two people in the apartment. Chaeryeong’s stomach flipped over itself. Without really thinking, she reached out and brushed a strand of hair out of Yeji’s face, the way she’d been itching to since the start of the night. It was a tiny thing, gentle, but Yeji didn’t look away. Her gaze was heavy, patient, waiting. Chaeryeong almost rolled her eyes, but instead she took the initiative, leaned forward, and kissed her.

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“So,” Chaeryeong said, pretending to study the drink menu. “How’s Suwon treating you so far?” Yeji smiled like she knew exactly what Chaeryeong was doing. “Not bad. Everyone’s been really welcoming. Still feels weird, though. I keep expecting to look down and see my old colors.” Chaeryeong grinned. “You’re not the only one still adjusting. The fans are working through it too.” “Are they?” Yeji tilted her head. “Or just you?” -- OR superfan chaeryeong's favorite team trades for the player she hates most in the world: hwang yeji

Chapter 2 Preview Chaeryeong groaned. “Can you two stop overreacting?” “She gave you her number,” Ryujin said, scratching Bama right above his tail as he stretched out. “That’s not overreacting, that’s evidence.” “Or bait,” Chaeryeong muttered. “For some kind of prank.” Jisu straightened up, incredulous. “A prank? From Hwang Yeji?” “Jisu, you literally didn’t even know who she was like two weeks ago,” Chaeryeong said, rolling her eyes. “Sure,” Jisu replied, “but that was two weeks ago. Before she started crushing on you.”

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“So,” Chaeryeong said, pretending to study the drink menu. “How’s Suwon treating you so far?” Yeji smiled like she knew exactly what Chaeryeong was doing. “Not bad. Everyone’s been really welcoming. Still feels weird, though. I keep expecting to look down and see my old colors.” Chaeryeong grinned. “You’re not the only one still adjusting. The fans are working through it too.” “Are they?” Yeji tilted her head. “Or just you?” -- OR superfan chaeryeong's favorite team trades for the player she hates most in the world: hwang yeji

Chapter 1 Preview Yeji’s brow furrowed. “…Are you not a season ticket holder?” Chaeryeong gasped, hand to her chest like she’d been insulted in church. “I’d rather die.” That shut Yeji up. Her eyes went wide, mouth parting slightly as if she was afraid to say the wrong thing to this clearly deranged woman who had infiltrated her team’s fundraiser. For a half second, Chaeryeong felt a twinge of guilt. A little guilt. Because yes, that was an objectively insane thing to say out loud. Especially since Yeji had no idea who she was. And even though Yeji was—as Chaeryeong had well established—evil, she decided to throw her a bone. Because Lee Chaeryeong was kind and generous and a representative of all that was good and just in the world. The opposite of FC Seoul. “I’m a Suwon Blue Wings fan,” she grumbled. A look of realization crossed Yeji’s face—she looked stupid, Chaeryeong thought (handsome, but stupid)—and then a smug little smile started dancing at her lips.