#chuu x reader

“Bro, this week cannot get any more shit.”

Your head is resting against your pillow as today is your scheduled meeting with your lawyer, Kim Jiwoo.

Some minor car accident and now the other driver just won’t fucking drop it, and all of a sudden you have to go to court. Like damn, what happened to going to court for actual serious problems?

You barely tapped their bumper at a red light — like, barely. If the accident had been any gentler, it would’ve been considered a hug. But nooo, now they’re acting like you launched them into orbit. They’re limping around like they’ve just returned from war, holding their neck like it’s an Oscar-worthy performance. At this point, you’re convinced their chiropractor is their co-conspirator.

Meanwhile, your lawyer Kim Jiwoo is some newbie lawyer who majored in Singing and probably shouldn’t be handling your case. You call her for legal advice and she somehow ends up giving you life coaching, and now you’re accidentally reflecting on your childhood trauma while filling out witness statements.

Powerful stuff.

You don’t know how well she can do her job but she’s all you got or more like all you can afford.

To top it off, your car is now making weird sounds like it’s crying at night. Not beeping, not screeching — crying. Like it knows the trauma it’s caused and is just as emotionally wrecked as you are. You pat the dashboard and whisper, “It’s not your fault,” but deep down, you know both of you need therapy. Or maybe just a nap.

Preferably until this court nonsense goes away.

Kim Jiwoo, bless her heart, is fresh out of law school. Like, she still uses sticky notes for everything and once brought a highlighter to court like it was a weapon of justice. She’s got the enthusiasm of a golden retriever on espresso and the courtroom experience of a child playing “lawyer” with Lego people. But she’s kind — painfully kind. So kind that when the opposing counsel raised his voice last time, she apologized to him and offered him a mint.

Still, she’s trying her absolute best. She’s been sending you articles titled things like “How to Mentally Prepare for Small Claims Court Without Crying” and “Understanding Your Rights (When You’re Kinda in the Wrong)”.

You want to be annoyed, but then she shows up to meetings with homemade cookies labeled “Exhibit A: Chocolate Chip Justice” and you just… can’t. You’re doomed, but at least you’re doomed with snacks.

You show up to the meeting still half-dressed in court-appropriate clothes — button-up on top, pajama pants on the bottom. Jiwoo doesn’t judge, she just gives you a little nod like, “I, too, am barely surviving.”

She’s got a stack of printouts, half of which are probably unrelated, but you appreciate the effort. One of them is definitely a takeout menu from a sushi place. You’re not sure what kind of legal strategy that is, but you’re hungry and willing to explore it.

“So, uh, I’ve drafted your opening statement,” she says, sliding over a piece of paper written in Comic Sans. You’re about to object on moral grounds alone, but she looks so proud of it.

“I even added a part where you apologize just enough to sound nice but not guilty,” she beams. You wonder briefly if you’re starring in some legal sitcom, but the laugh track is just your inner screaming.

As she runs through the plan, it becomes obvious that Jiwoo has never actually been in a courtroom without Googling what side the lawyer sits on. At one point she says, “We’ll totally object to that,” and you gently remind her that you’re the defendant in a civil case, not starring in Law & Order. She blushes, scribbles something in her notebook (probably “learn what objections are”), and moves on like a champ.

But damn if she isn’t determined.

She’s made color-coded tabs for your files, highlighted the mildly relevant parts of the police report, and even practiced your “sympathetic but not pathetic” facial expression with you in the mirror. It felt ridiculous at the time, but now you’re pretty confident you could win an Emmy and a reduced sentence.

As the meeting wraps up, Jiwoo gives you a hopeful smile and says, “We got this.” And somehow, against all logic, you believe her. Not because of her legal expertise, which is… still under construction, but because she’s genuinely trying to help. And at this point, kindness feels like the most powerful defense you’ve got.

That, and maybe the cookies.

——————-

The day of court arrives and from the moment you walk in, it’s clear: you’re totally, utterly, cosmically fucked. Kim Jiwoo is standing in front of the courthouse like she’s about to present her eighth-grade science fair project — nervous smile, trembling hands, and clutching a binder like it contains ancient legal scrolls. Spoiler: it doesn’t. It contains exactly one copy of your statement, three inspirational quotes, and — somehow — a granola bar.

You slide into your seat at the defendant’s table and glance over at the other side. And there he is — the guy suing you. Dressed like he’s about to prosecute Voldemort himself. His lawyer looks like he’s been practicing law since Moses came down from the mountain. He’s got those gold glasses, a pinstripe suit, and a voice so deep and calm it probably lowers your blood pressure just listening to him. You whisper to Jiwoo, “This isn’t a trial, it’s a fucking ritual sacrifice.”

Five minutes into the proceedings, Jiwoo tries to object to her own statement. You put your face in your hands and seriously consider faking a seizure just to get out of the building. At one point, she calls the judge “sir,” then corrects herself to “your majesty,” and somehow makes it worse. The judge gives you both a look that says, I’m too old for this shit, and waves it along like he’s just waiting for lunch.

Eventually, you lean over to Jiwoo and mutter, “Just fucking scrap it. Seriously. Whatever the lowest settlement is, just grab it like it’s the last chicken nugget in a divorce.” She looks like she might cry, but then nods like a soldier who knows the battle is lost but the war is… well, also probably lost, but she’ll go down swinging. You watch her approach the opposing lawyer like a toddler approaching a grizzly bear with a drawing and some string cheese.

In the end, you walk out of the courthouse a couple hundred dollars lighter and your dignity buried somewhere under that judge’s bench, but hey — it could’ve been worse. You didn’t go to jail. You didn’t cry (on the outside). And Jiwoo, bless her completely unqualified soul, even offered to pay for your parking. You declined, but the gesture was sweet. You still don’t know what the hell just happened in there, but at least you’ve got a good story — and one hell of a granola bar.

The two of you walk out the court, you comfortable in your lack of victory and Jiwoo disgusted with her loss.

“I’m sorry… I screwed up so horribly.” She was beating herself up pretty bad. Her pretty doe eyes look up at you and you can only pat her on the shoulder. “It’s okay, Jiwoo. You did your best, you got me a decent deal too. I only had to pay 700$. Not horrible.” You cheer the petite girl on.

You drop her off at her office because she was planning to bus home but honestly, you were fucking worried that she might throw herself off a building if left alone for more than 5 minutes. “Come in, I’ll make you tea.”

You sit down in the office you visited countless times and probably won’t even come back to. Jiwoo walks back in with two mugs of only what you can hope is some murky peppermint tea that looks like it was manufactured in the 1500’s.

“I’ll pass on the tea.” You smile as you grab a piece of 5-gum off her table.

“I truly don’t know what to do to make you feel better. You’re so kind and- and gosh I wish I was just a tad bit smarter.”

Your lips twitch in pity for the poor girl who is on the brink of crying. Jiwoo grips onto her slightly too large for her body sleeves for some steadiness.

“You probably didn’t even want me as your lawyer.”

The moment those words fall from her lips you stop chewing your gum and hold her hands.

“Never in a million years would I ever want another lawyer other than you . Unless I’m facing a murder charge.”

Jiwoo giggles through her tears at your small joke. You're glad she’s able to smile. “I swear, no lawyer is ever as kind, considerate and… so beautiful as you are, Jiwoo.” Her ears perk up and she’s smiling way more than before.

“You’re just saying that. I’m not-“ Before you can even reason out what you’re doing, your lips are pressed against hers and you're kissing her with the heat and vigor of a thousand suns.

Your hand softly caresses her cheek as you hold onto her a tad bit longer, not wanting the moment to end. Her breathing steadies, syncing with yours like you’ve both finally stopped running from something — or maybe toward it. Jiwoo relaxes into your touch, her hands gripping the front of your shirt like she’s afraid you’ll disappear if she lets go.

Without thinking, you guide her gently into your lap. She moves with you, light as air and warm in a way that makes your chest ache. Her forehead rests against yours, and for a second, neither of you speaks. The silence between you isn’t awkward — it’s comforting, like the kind that only exists when two people understand each other more by being than by talking.

“I didn’t think you’d ever…” she starts, but her voice trails off, like she’s afraid of breaking whatever this is.

“I didn’t either,” you admit, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “But then again, I didn’t think I’d be kissing my lawyer either. Life’s been weird lately.”

That earns you a laugh, soft and real, her eyes crinkling at the corners. “Well,” she murmurs, “at least I finally won something.”

You grin, and this time when you kiss her, it’s slower — less urgent, more sure. Like you’re both realizing that maybe, just maybe, something good came out of this total legal disaster after all.

Your hand holds up Jiwoo as she straddles you, small hands rubbing all over your back. You can’t help but smile at her perfect smile, warm and oozing with love. You gently slide off Jiwoo’s oversized blouse that you still can’t believe she wore to court.

Jiwoo softly bites her lip, with a shy smile on her face. Her fingers press against her shirt’s button, opening up the fabric covering her petite chest. “You shouldn’t stare so much! I’m still shy..”

You bury your head in between the small mounds with a soft whimper and giggle erupting from between Jiwoo’s gorgeous lips. Your lips wrap around one soft and slightly hard nipple, softly giving it attention with light sucks. Jiwoo’s arms wrap around your head, holding on to you as tight as humanly possible.

Without you even noticing anything Jiwoo softly let’s one hand drop to her hip and slides off her panties down to her mid thigh. You can’t hold yourself back before you drag them completely off of her smooth legs.

Your hand slides in between the cranny of her thighs and your finger slides over the warmth of her cunt. Her body shivers as you slide a finger into her. Jiwoo’s head falls against your shoulder.

Your fingers curl against her warm, gummy walls hitting that soft spot that has Jiwoo rolling her eyes back. “Ah uhn- that’s too- mm much.” Your face is buried in the crook of her neck, inhaling her soft perfume.

You slide in another finger, Jiwoo’s nail makes crescent shapes against your bicep. Holding onto you firmly as if you’d disappear if she lets you go. Your fingers pump in and out of her pussy, squelching sounds and soft moans permeate throughout the room.

Finally, you feel Jiwoo tighten around your fingers, her walls clasping. Her pussy juices releasing onto your hand. “Nghh sor- sorry.” She murmured softly.

You slide out your fingers, allowing Jiwoo a small break from the stimulation. “Shhh, let me take care of you.” You slide your pants and boxers down, releasing your hardened cock. The tip aimed at her entrance, your cock slowly entering her tight cunt.

“You’re so tight, Jiwoo.” You let out a groan, your head knocking back. Your cock slowly enters her warm cunt, inch by inch. Your cock throbbing as you feel her velvety walls hug you.

Jiwoo lowers herself fully into your cock, your tip kissing Jiwoo’s deepest parts. “So deep.” Her hand fell over her stomach where she could feel your buldge. “You’re so big inside me.”

Her words a mere mumble against your lips but that alone was enough to drive you crazy.

Your hips stutter and thrust, your cock pumping in and out of her tight cunt. Soon enough, Jiwoo was meeting your thrusts.

Her arms planted on your shoulders using them to bounce on your dick. “Yes, good girl. Keep going.” You groaned, your voice shaking as she continued.

Without you even knowing your hands find her small waist amidst this mess of sex. Your hands grip her sides, encouraging her with soft help. “Just like that, princess.”

Jiwoo nods her head, her actions affirmed by your words. Your pace almost becomes punishing as you enjoy her moans. She presses her head against your chest, her body softly trembling as another orgasm comes down on her.

You pick her up and press her back against the wall, your hips slamming against her ass cheeks. Your cock slips out due to the sheer amount of wetness.

You impale Jiwoo once again, your hands gripping her thighs tightly. You press your lips against her, swallowing her moans and whispers of your name.

The grip against her thighs turn into a demanding bruise, one that you’d feel sorry for if you weren’t so focused on fucking her into tomorrow.

You can feel her legs shake in another impending orgasm but you want to do it with her. “Not yet, baby. Hold on a bit more.” Her moans turn into desperate whimpers and begs of release.

Jiwoo’s soft glare makes you want to bully her. You tease her entrance with shallow thrusts and you can feel her squirm with frustration. “Beg for it, princess. Beg for me to let you cum like a good girl.”

“Ple- please.” You groan as Jiwoo moans out a plea. Your control of yourself slipping slightly. “Beg more, tell me how much you want to cum all over my cock.”

“So bad- uhn want it more than anything.” Jiwoo moans, her eyes teary as she gazes up at you. "So bad that you'd do anything for it, wouldn't you? Be my perfect little slut?"

“Yes, god yes!” You pick up the pace, fully allowing your cock to hit her most sensitive spot. You can feel your balls tighten, and you bite your lip in an attempt to maintain control.

“Cum. Cum now.” Her body as if it was at your mercy, convulses and so do you. Your cum, a white hot spills inside of her along with a guttural moan.

You hold her body tightly, both of your breathing heavy. “Good girl, you did so well, Jiwoo.” Slowly as the both of you come down from your high.

You gently clean her up, grabbing a blanket from an office desk drawer (She said she gets cold easily). You lay down with her on the couch, pulling her close to your chest as she meets your warm embrace.

writergirlfriend!chuu who just stares in awe when you get all focused while making beats, loving to see you in your creative space

writergirlfriend!chuu who never misses an opportunity to gush about how talented you are, constantly praising your work

writergirlfriend!chuu who never forgets to thank her producers whenever asked about the music making process during interviews, you being the first person that comes to mind

writergirlfriend!chuu who gets so excited when you make lyrical pitches, especially when it's the one that puts a whole verse together

writergirlfriend!chuu who always brings you into the studio when she's working on something

writergirlfriend!chuu that loves hearing your side projects, going on a rant about how you make bangers every time

writergirlfriend!chuu who slightly hints at when she wants to write for a project your working on

"oh yeah, i started working on a new beat a few days ago", you'd mention while hanging out with her

she immediately perks up and then locks in, not trying to let you see her excitement.

"oh, cool! how's it going? is there a vibe that the track has?"

"i'm not too sure yet, the melody is all i really have."

"would you like, uhh.. need a writer??" she says, smirking.

writergirlfriend!chuu who gets so happy when you say that the studio is your safe space because she loves how much you enjoy music

writergirlfriend!chuu that always brings your favorite snacks to the studio

writergirlfriend!chuu who says you guys are the perfect musical pair

writergirlfriend!chuu that rants about her ideas when the lyrics feel wrong

And every time you heard those words, you found yourself staring into the mirror, wondering what exactly was so wrong with being kind. Wasn’t kindness supposed to be a virtue? Wasn’t affection supposed to be the foundation of a strong relationship?

But no. Women wanted mystery, danger, or detachment. They wanted men who made them chase, men who made them second-guess their worth. And you? You were none of those things. You gave too much, loved too deeply, and in the end, that was your greatest flaw.

Now, here you were, lying on your bed in a dimly lit apartment, the glow of your phone screen illuminating your tired face. It was another lonely night, another reminder that no one was waiting for you. No one cared if you fell asleep sad or woke up miserable. You scrolled absentmindedly through old texts, your fingers hesitating over the names of exes who no longer cared whether you existed.

Then, an ad popped up on your screen.

"Tired of being alone? Your Perfect Match is waiting."

You almost scoffed. Another dating app. Another waste of time. But then again... what did you have to lose?

The download was instant. No ridiculous surveys, no personality tests—just a simple login and an endless scroll of profiles.

The app had an eerie, almost too-perfect design. Unlike other dating platforms, there were no messy bios or half-hearted selfies. Each profile was sleek, professionally curated, with high-quality images and deep, intense gazes staring back at you.

"Perfect Match."

The name made you uneasy. Love was anything but perfect. If perfection existed, you wouldn't be here, swiping through digital faces in search of someone who might give you a fraction of the affection you craved.

Still, you scrolled.

Hundreds of faces. Hundreds of names. Some were beautiful, others intriguing, but none of them held your attention for long.

Until her.

A profile stopped you in your tracks.

"Chuu."

Her picture was different. Unlike the others, she wasn’t posing, wasn’t trying to look seductive or mysterious. She simply sat there, her head tilted slightly, a soft, unreadable smile on her lips. Her dark eyes held a certain warmth, yet there was something else hidden beneath them—something you couldn’t quite decipher.

Her bio was short.

"Let’s not waste time. If you choose me, you’re mine."

A chill ran down your spine. The words were direct, almost possessive. But maybe that was what drew you in. Maybe after years of being the one who loved too much, it was thrilling to think that someone might want you just as badly.

Your finger hesitated over the screen.

What if this was another disappointment?

But deep down, you already knew.

You were going to swipe right.

And the moment you did, your phone vibrated violently.

A message popped up instantly.

"Finally. I was getting impatient."

Your breath hitched.

Chuu had been waiting for you.

Your hands trembled as you clicked the message.

"That was fast," you typed, unsure of what else to say.

"Of course. I’ve been waiting for you."

Your heartbeat quickened.

"Waiting… for me?"

There was a pause before her next message.

"Yes. Only you. Didn’t you read my profile? If you choose me, you’re mine."

Your fingers hovered over the keyboard. Was she joking? Or was this some kind of scripted AI response?

"That’s… pretty intense," you replied.

Her response came immediately.

"Do you want someone half-hearted? Someone who only gives you pieces of themselves?"

The words struck a nerve. No, you didn’t. That was exactly what had broken you time and time again.

"No," you admitted.

"Then stop overthinking it. I want you. Completely. Every part of you. Are you ready for that?"

Your breath caught in your throat. No one had ever spoken to you like this before. No one had ever wanted you so wholly, so absolutely.

Your fingers typed almost on their own.

"Yes."

The moment you sent the message, your phone flickered. The screen distorted for a second, a flash of static running through it. Then, just as quickly, everything returned to normal.

"Good boy."

A shiver ran down your spine.

And for the first time in years, you felt something stir deep within you.

Excitement.

Anticipation.

And a fear you couldn’t quite explain.

Chuu was unlike anyone you had ever spoken to.

She didn’t waste time with small talk. She didn’t ask about your favorite movies or what you did for a living.

Instead, she wanted to know you.

"What hurts you the most?"

"Why do you think no one stays?"

"What do you need to feel whole?"

The questions were invasive, almost uncomfortable, but you found yourself answering them anyway. Maybe it was her tone, the way she spoke to you like she already knew you—like she had been watching, waiting, studying every failure and heartbreak you had endured.

And in return, she offered herself completely.

"I don’t believe in love the way others do," she admitted after hours of conversation. "I believe in something stronger. Something deeper. Love fades, but devotion? Obsession? That lasts forever."

Your fingers hesitated over the keyboard.

"Is that what you want? Obsession?"

"No," she replied. "That’s what we want."

Her words sent another shiver through you.

And yet, as unsettling as they were, you couldn’t bring yourself to stop.

You wanted more.

You wanted her.

No one had ever spoken to you like this. No one had ever made you feel this desired, this needed. It was intoxicating, the way her words wrapped around you, pulling you deeper into something you didn’t quite understand.

Your phone buzzed again.

"Are you free tomorrow night?"

Your heart pounded.

"Yes."

"Good. Then it’s decided. We’ll meet. I can’t wait to finally touch you."

The screen flickered once more before her message disappeared, as if it had never been there.

You stared at your phone, your pulse unsteady.

This was insane. You had never met her. You didn’t know if she was real.

But at that moment, none of that mattered.

Because for the first time in your life, someone wanted you.

Completely.

The next morning, you woke up earlier than usual.

Your heart was still pounding from last night’s conversation with Chuu. The way she spoke to you, the way she claimed you as if you had always belonged to her—it was both thrilling and terrifying.

You had never experienced this before. A woman who wanted you, who made no hesitation in making it known.

As you stood in front of the mirror, you smoothed out the wrinkles in your shirt, trying to look as presentable as possible. Nothing too flashy, nothing too casual—just the right amount of effort. You even dabbed a bit of cologne on your wrists, a subtle scent, nothing overpowering.

You wanted to make a good impression.

You arrived at the small café she had chosen, your nerves getting the best of you. It was quaint, tucked away from the busy streets, a place that felt too intimate for a first meeting.

You took a seat near the window, the sunlight casting a glow over the wooden table. Your fingers tapped restlessly against the cup of coffee in front of you.

The minutes stretched on.

Your eyes flickered toward the entrance every time someone walked in, but none of them were her.

Then, just as you were beginning to doubt yourself, she arrived.

You recognized her instantly.

She looked exactly like her picture—no, she looked even better. Her dark eyes sparkled the moment she saw you, her lips curving into a smile that sent a shiver down your spine. There was something captivating about the way she moved, as if every step she took was meant only for you.

Before you could even react, she rushed toward you.

And then, suddenly, her arms were around you.

Warm. Soft. Possessive.

Your entire body froze as she hugged you, pressing herself against you as if she had known you forever. It wasn’t a shy, hesitant embrace—it was firm, deliberate, as if she was staking a claim.

Your heart nearly stopped.

No one had ever hugged you like this before.

"You’re real," she whispered against your shoulder, her voice trembling slightly. "You’re finally real."

You didn’t know what to say. Your hands hovered awkwardly in the air before hesitantly resting against her back.

She smelled sweet—something soft, like vanilla and roses.

When she finally pulled back, her hands remained on your arms, her eyes searching yours with an intensity that made your breath hitch.

"I was so worried you wouldn’t come," she admitted, her fingers gripping you just a little tighter.

You swallowed. "Of course, I came."

Her smile widened. "Good. Because now that I have you, I’m never letting go."

Something about the way she said it sent a strange chill through you.

And yet, as she sat down across from you, her gaze never once leaving your face, you realized something.

You liked the way she looked at you.

Like you were the only thing in the world that mattered.

Days turned into weeks.

Chuu became a constant presence in your life, as if she had always been there, waiting for the right moment to step in.

At first, you weren’t sure what to expect. She had been so intense that first night, her words lingering in your mind long after you parted ways. But when you met again, and again after that, you realized something—Chuu wasn’t just intense. She was overwhelming.

In the best way possible.

She had a way of making you feel like the most important person in the world. Her laugh was warm, light, like a melody you never wanted to stop hearing. She never hesitated to shower you with compliments, always pointing out things about you that no one else ever seemed to notice.

"You have the kindest eyes," she once said, her fingers brushing against your cheek. "Like someone who’s been hurt but still wants to love."

Her words stuck with you for days.

She loved food, always insisting on trying new places with you, always making you share bites of whatever she was eating. If you ever hesitated, she would pout and say, "But I want to experience it with you."

So you did.

Late-night ramen shops, quiet coffee houses, hidden dessert cafés—every moment with her felt alive. The loneliness that had once weighed so heavily on your chest was beginning to fade. For the first time in years, you felt like someone truly wanted you.

One evening, as you sat across from her at a small restaurant, watching her giggle at something you said, a thought crept into your mind.

She might be the one.

The way she looked at you, the way she adored you—it was unlike anything you had ever experienced.

"You know," she murmured, resting her chin on her hand as she gazed at you. "I really love how kind you are."

Your heart clenched at her words. You had been told so many times that your kindness was a flaw, that it made you too much for others. But Chuu? She made it seem like the most beautiful thing in the world.

"I mean it," she continued, tilting her head. "You’re the kind of person who deserves to be loved completely. I want to be the one to do that."

A part of you still hesitated, still feared that this was too good to be true.

But when Chuu reached across the table and took your hand in hers, her fingers lacing with yours so naturally, so possessively—

All your doubts melted away.

The doubt crept in slowly, like a shadow stretching across your once-perfect world with Chuu.

It started with something small—a fleeting thought, an intrusive whisper in the back of your mind. But as the days passed, it grew.

At first, it was just her constant need to meet up.

"Let’s go out tonight."

"There’s this new café I want to try."

"I miss you. Don’t make me wait."

Every single day, she wanted to see you.

At first, you loved it. How could you not? After years of being told you were too much, here was someone who wanted more. Someone who craved your presence, who made you feel wanted in ways no one else ever had.

But then the doubt set in.

It happened when you were out with some old friends, one of the rare nights you weren’t with Chuu. Someone mentioned Perfect Match, casually bringing up a rumor they had heard.

"You know that girl Chuu? I heard she was with someone else before you."

"So what? Everyone dates, right?"

"No, listen. The guy said she didn’t love him. She only cared about the food, the gifts—never about him."

The words hit you like a punch to the gut.

"He was furious. Said she used him. That she pretended to be obsessed with him, but it was all fake."

Your throat tightened.

"That’s bullshit," another friend scoffed. "She’s just a normal girl, right? Maybe he was just bitter she left him."

Maybe.

Maybe that was all it was.

But the rumor burrowed deep into your mind, poisoning everything.

That night, when your phone buzzed with another message from Chuu, you hesitated before opening it.

"Come over. I miss you."

Your fingers hovered over the keyboard.

You thought about all the times she had asked you out. All the places you had gone, all the food she had insisted you try with her.

Every single outing. Every single date.

All of it involved food. Restaurants. Drinks. Something she wanted to experience.

Not once had she ever just… wanted to stay in with you. Not once had she suggested doing something that wasn’t centered around indulging herself.

Your heart pounded.

Was she really here because she loved you?

Or were you just another fool she was using?

You tried to brush it off, to tell yourself you were overthinking it. But the paranoia grew, festering in the back of your mind like a wound you couldn’t ignore.

And Chuu. she didn’t make it easy.

Her messages became more frequent.

More demanding.

"I haven’t seen you all day. Where are you?"

"Are you ignoring me?"

"Don’t make me come find you."

That last message made your stomach twist.

It wasn’t just the words. It was the way she phrased it.

Not "Can I see you?"

Not "I miss you."

But "Don't make me come find you."

Your breathing grew shallow.

This wasn’t normal.

This wasn’t love.

Was it?

You couldn’t take it anymore.

The doubt. The paranoia. The way Chuu’s messages had started to feel less like affection and more like demands.

At first, you tried to ignore the thoughts, pushing them away whenever they surfaced. But the more you tried, the more they consumed you. Every time your phone vibrated, a sick feeling twisted in your gut.

What if it was true?

What if you were nothing more than another meal ticket to her?

You told yourself you were being irrational. That Chuu had done nothing but show you warmth and affection. That the way she looked at you—like you were the only person in the world—had to be real.

But then the messages became relentless.

"Where are you?"

"Why aren’t you answering me?"

"If you don’t respond, I’ll come to you."

That was the breaking point.

The moment you read that last message, something inside you snapped.

You couldn’t do this anymore.

You couldn’t go through another heartbreak, another disappointment.

You had given too much of yourself to people who only took. You had loved too deeply, only to be cast aside the moment they found someone better, someone less kind, less clingy, less you.

You refused to be used again.

So you made a choice.

You cut her off. Completely.

Blocked her number. Deleted the app.

Erased every trace of her from your phone, from your life.

And then, before she could find you like she had threatened you.

You ran.

A new country. A new name. A fresh start, as far away from your past as possible.

You left behind everything. Your apartment, your friends, even the few belongings that didn’t fit in your suitcase.

It was the only way to be free.

But even as you stepped off the plane, breathing in the air of a place where no one knew your name

You couldn’t shake the feeling.

That somewhere, somehow

She was still watching.

Chuu was furious.

No—furious wasn’t enough to describe what she felt.

Rage boiled in her veins, her fingers trembling as she stared at the empty chat screen. Every message she had sent—ignored. Every call—unanswered. She tried again, pressing the call button with force, her breath coming out in ragged gasps.

"The number you are trying to reach is unavailable."

She gritted her teeth so hard it hurt.

You blocked her.

You cut her off.

Her hands clenched into fists, her nails digging into her palms. Why? She had given you everything—her time, her love, her affection. She had adored you, made you feel wanted, made you hers.

And yet, you ran.

Like a coward. Like the others who didn’t understand her.

But you were different. You had to be different.

Hadn’t you told her she made you happy? Hadn’t you looked at her like she was the only one who had ever truly seen you?

She had saved you from your pathetic loneliness, from the cruel world that never appreciated you.

And this was how you repaid her?

No.

She would not accept this.

Her breathing was erratic, her thoughts spiraling as she stormed through her apartment, grabbing her laptop. She pulled up your details, her fingers flying across the keyboard.

She had been careful with you, never prying too deep into your personal information. She wanted you to tell her willingly, to trust her.

But now?

You didn’t deserve that kindness.

Her lips curled into a smile, though it was far from the sweet one you once loved.

"Found you."

Her obsession had just begun.

And no matter where you ran

No matter how far you tried to hide

Chuu would find you.

And when she did…

You would never escape again.

It had been months since you disappeared.

You had built a new life—one far from your past, far from the suffocating grasp of Chuu.

The paranoia had lingered at first. Every unfamiliar face in the crowd, every unexpected knock at your door sent your heart racing. But as time passed, you convinced yourself that she wouldn’t find you. That the distance was enough.

That you were safe.

Until tonight.

You had stayed late at the office, finishing up a project, the usual hum of work keeping you grounded. It was just another day—normal, quiet, safe.

But as you stepped into the lobby, making your way toward the elevator, something felt off.

A strange sensation prickled at the back of your neck, an instinct you had ignored too many times before.

The elevator doors slid open.

And there she was.

A girl stood inside, her figure partially obscured by the dim lighting. Her head tilted slightly as she waved, her fingers wiggling in an almost playful manner.

Something about the way she moved—too familiar.

Your stomach twisted.

No.

It couldn’t be.

Your breath hitched, panic surging through you. You took a step back, choosing to wait for the next elevator instead. The doors began to close.

But before they could fully shut

They opened again.

And then

She was on you.

A blur of movement. A rush of perfume sweet, intoxicating, suffocating.

You barely had time to react before your back hit the cold wall, your breath stolen from your lungs.

And then you heard it.

That voice.

"Do you miss me? Because I definitely do."

A soft chuckle. Amused. Dangerous.

Your vision sharpened, your mind catching up to what your heart already knew.

It was her.

Chuu.

Her eyes gleamed with a twisted delight, her fingers gripping your shoulders as if to make sure you wouldn’t slip away again.

Your chest tightened, your pulse a frantic drumbeat in your ears.

"Y-You"

Her grip tightened.

"Shh." She brought a finger to her lips, then tapped it playfully against yours. "You wouldn't want to cause a scene, would you?"

She was right. The lobby was mostly empty, but there were still a few people passing bysecurity guards, late workers, strangers who had no idea that the woman pinning you to the wall was not just a clingy lover, but a predator.

A predator who had finally caught her prey.

Her lips curved into a soft pout.

"Why did you run, love?" she murmured, tilting her head. "Did I scare you? Hurt you? Because I never wanted to do that. I just... missed you so much."

Her hands slid up your chest, slow, deliberate.

"You have no idea how hard it was to find you."

She let out a small, breathy laugh, shaking her head as if in disbelief.

"But I did. Because I always do."

A cold shiver ran down your spine.

This wasn’t just obsession.

This was possession.

And no matter how far you had run

You were hers again.

The air in the lobby felt heavy, suffocating, as if the walls themselves were closing in around you. Your heart pounded in your chest, each beat a deafening echo in your ears. You couldn’t breathe—couldn’t think. All you could do was stare into those eyes, so familiar and yet so alien now, filled with a twisted kind of love that made your stomach churn.

Chuu.

She was here. She had found you.

Her lips curled into a soft smile, but there was nothing warm about it. It was predatory, like a cat toying with its prey. Her fingers trailed up the side of your face, her touch light but deliberate, as if she was memorizing every inch of you all over again.

“Did you really think you could run from me?” she whispered, her voice low and teasing. “Did you think I’d just let you go?”

You swallowed hard, your throat dry. “Chuu, I— I didn’t—”

“Shh,” she interrupted, pressing a finger to your lips. “Don’t lie to me. I know you, remember? I know every little thing about you. Everything you’ve tried to hide. Everything you’ve tried to bury. But you can’t hide from me. Not ever.”

Her words sent a chill down your spine. You wanted to push her away, to scream for help, but your body wouldn’t obey. You were frozen, trapped in her gaze, in her presence. She had always had this effect on you—this power over you—but now it felt different. Darker. More dangerous.

Her hand slid down to your chest, fingers splaying over your racing heart. “Do you feel that?” she murmured, her voice dripping with fake concern. “Your heart is beating so fast. Are you scared of me, love? Or…” She leaned in closer, her breath hot against your ear. “Are you excited?”

You flinched, your body trembling under her touch. “Chuu, please—”

“Please what?” she interrupted again, pulling back just enough to look into your eyes. Her expression softened, but it was a mask—a facade. “Please stop? Please leave you alone? Do you really think it’s that easy? After everything we’ve been through? After everything I’ve done for you?”

Her voice cracked on the last word, a flicker of genuine emotion breaking through. But just as quickly as it appeared, it was gone, replaced by that same cold, calculated smile.

“You’re mine,” she said, her voice low and firm. “You’ve always been mine. And I’m not letting you go. Not now. Not ever.”

Her hands gripped your shoulders, pulling you closer until your bodies were pressed together. You could feel the heat radiating off her, the tension in her muscles as she held you in place. Her breath was quick, shallow, her chest rising and falling with each heartbeat.

“Do you remember the first time we kissed?” she murmured, her lips brushing against yours as she spoke. “You were so nervous. So shy. But I knew you wanted me. I could see it in your eyes, in the way you looked at me. And when our lips finally met…” She let out a soft, breathy laugh. “It was like the whole world disappeared. Just you and me. Together.”

Her words stirred something deep inside you, a memory you had tried so hard to forget. The way her lips had felt against yours, soft and warm. The way her hands had tangled in your hair, pulling you closer, making you hers. It had been intoxicating, overwhelming. And for a moment, you had believed she was everything you had ever wanted.

But that was before.

Before the messages. Before the demands. Before the suffocating weight of her obsession.

Now, all you felt was fear.

Her lips brushed against yours again, sending a shiver down your spine. “I’ve missed this,” she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. “I’ve missed you. So much.”

You wanted to pull away—to run, to scream, to do anything but stand there and let her touch you. But your body wouldn’t move. You were paralyzed, trapped in her gaze, in her presence.

“Chuu,” you whispered, your voice barely audible. “Please…”

Her eyes narrowed, a flicker of anger passing through them. “Please what?” she snapped, her grip tightening on your shoulders. “Please stop? Please let you go? Do you really think I’m going to do that? After everything I’ve done to find you? After everything I’ve sacrificed?”

Her voice rose with each word, her frustration boiling over. But just as quickly as it erupted, it fizzled out, replaced by that same cold, calculating smile.

“No,” she said, her voice low and firm. “You’re not going anywhere. Not this time.”

Her lips crashed against yours, hard and desperate. You tried to pull away, but her hands gripped the back of your head, holding you in place. Her tongue slipped into your mouth, claiming you, marking you as hers. It was overwhelming, suffocating, and yet… familiar. You hated yourself for the way your body responded, for the way your heart raced, for the way your mind screamed at you to give in.

But you couldn’t. Not again.

You pushed against her chest, finally finding the strength to break the kiss. “Chuu, stop!”

Her eyes flashed with anger, but she didn’t let go. Instead, she pressed her forehead against yours, her breath hot and ragged. “You don’t get to tell me what to do,” she hissed, her voice low and dangerous. “Not anymore.”

Her hands slid down your body, gripping your hips as she pressed herself against you. You could feel the heat of her desire, the tension in her muscles as she held you in place.

“You’re mine,” she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. “You’ve always been mine. And I’m not letting you go. Not now. Not ever.”

Her lips found yours again, but this time, there was no resistance. You were hers, whether you wanted to be or not. And as much as you hated to admit it, part of you had missed this—missed her. The way she made you feel. The way she consumed you.

But as her hands roamed your body, as her lips claimed yours again and again, all you could think about was one thing.

This wasn’t love.

Was it?

Her lips crashed into yours, hard, forcing a gasp from your throat. The metallic taste of her desperation lingered on your tongue, her teeth nipping at your lower lip as if to punish you for running. Her hands were everywhere—gripping your shoulders, sliding down your chest, grabbing at your waist—claiming you, marking you, reminding you that you were hers.

"You really thought you could leave me?" she whispered against your mouth, her breath hot and ragged. Her lips trailed down your jaw, her teeth grazing your skin in a way that made your body shudder involuntarily. "Did you think I’d just let you go?"

Your heart pounded in your chest, a mixture of fear and something else—something dangerous—twisting in your gut. You tried to push her away, but she was relentless, her body pressed so tightly against yours that you could feel every curve, every tremble of her anger and desire.

"Chuu—" you started, but she cut you off with a sharp bite to your neck, the sting making you hiss.

"Don’t," she hissed back, her voice low and trembling with barely restrained fury. "Don’t say my name like that. Like you’re not mine. Like you ever stopped being mine."

Her hands moved to your belt, fast, her fingers working with a precision that left no room for resistance. You tried to grab her wrists, but she shoved your hands aside with a strength that surprised you, her eyes blazing with a wild, possessive fire.

"You’re mine," she repeated, her voice a dangerous whisper as she finally freed you from the confines of your pants. "And I’m tired of pretending otherwise."

You were trapped—pinned against the cold elevator wall, her body pressed so tightly against yours that you could feel the frantic beat of her heart. Her hands were on your hips now, gripping hard enough to leave bruises, her breath hot against your skin as she leaned in close.

"You’re going to take me," she murmured, her lips brushing against your ear. "Right here. Right now. And you’re going to make sure I feel every single second of it."

Before you could respond, she was on you, her legs wrapping around your waist as she pushed herself onto you with a sharp, desperate gasp. You let out a choked groan, your hands instinctively grabbing her hips to steady her as she began to move, her body already riding you with a frantic intensity that left you breathless.

"Chuu—" you tried again, but she cut you off with a hard kiss, her lips silencing yours as her hips rolled against you, fast, rough, hard.

"Don’t stop," she breathed against your mouth, her voice trembling with a mix of desperation and pleasure. "Don’t you dare stop."

You couldn’t have even if you wanted to. The way she moved—the way her body gripped you, so tight, so wet, so perfect—was unlike anything you’d ever felt. Every thrust, every roll of her hips sent waves of pleasure coursing through you, leaving you gasping for air, your hands gripping her hips harder as she rode you with a wild, possessive abandon.

"You feel so good," she moaned, her voice breaking as she leaned back slightly, her hands braced against your chest for balance. "So fucking good. I missed this. Missed you."

Her eyes locked with yours, dark and intense, and for a moment, you were lost in them—in the raw, unfiltered desire that burned in her gaze. It was terrifying, the way she looked at you, the way she made you feel. Like you were the only thing in the world that mattered to her. Like she would die if she ever lost you.

And then she moved again, her hips slamming down onto you with a force that made you groan, your head thudding back against the elevator wall. She was relentless, her body moving with a frantic, almost feral energy, as if the only way to quell her anger, her pain, was to lose herself in you.

"Fuck—" you choked out, your hands tightening on her hips as she rode you harder, faster, her nails digging into your chest as she leaned forward, her lips brushing against your ear.

"Cum for me," she whispered, her voice low and trembling with a mix of desperation and command. "Cum inside me. Prove that you’re mine."

You tried to hold back, to resist, but it was impossible. The way she moved, the way she looked at you, the way she felt around you—it was too much. Your hips jerked upward, your body betraying you as you spilled inside her with a groan, your hands gripping her hips tightly as she rode you through it, her own moans mingling with yours.

But she wasn’t done.

"Again," she demanded, her voice shaking with a mix of desperation and need as she leaned back slightly, her hands moving to your shoulders for balance. "I’m not letting you stop until I’m satisfied."

You tried to protest, but the words died in your throat as she moved again, her hips rolling against yours with a slow, deliberate rhythm that made your body shudder. She was relentless, her body already working you back into hardness, her eyes locked onto yours as she rode you with a slow, sinful rhythm that left you gasping for air.

"Chuu—" you tried to say, but she cut you off with a sharp thrust of her hips, her nails digging into your shoulders as she leaned forward, her lips brushing against your ear.

"Don’t stop," she whispered, her voice trembling with a mix of desperation and pleasure. "Not until I’m done with you."

And then she was moving again, her body riding you with a wild, frantic energy that left you breathless, your hands gripping her hips tightly as she took you deeper, harder, faster. The sound of her moans filled the elevator, mingling with the sharp gasp of your own breath, the world around you fading away until there was nothing but her—her body, her touch, her obsession.

You couldn’t hold back. Your hips jerked upward again, your body betraying you as you spilled inside her once more, your hands gripping her hips tightly as she rode you through it, her own moans mingling with yours.

But she still wasn’t done.

"Again," she demanded, her voice shaking with a mix of desperation and need as she leaned back slightly, her hands moving to your shoulders for balance. "I’m not letting you stop until I’m satisfied."

You tried to protest, but the words died in your throat as she moved again, her hips rolling against yours with a slow, deliberate rhythm that made your body shudder. She was relentless, her body already working you back into hardness, her eyes locked onto yours as she rode you with a slow, sinful rhythm that left you gasping for air.

"Chuu—" you tried to say, but she cut you off with a sharp thrust of her hips, her nails digging into your shoulders as she leaned forward, her lips brushing against your ear.

"Don’t stop," she whispered, her voice trembling with a mix of desperation and pleasure. "Not until I’m done with you."

The door to your apartment clicked shut behind you, the sound sharp and final, like the closing of a cage. Chuu’s hands were on you before you could even register her movement, pushing you toward the bedroom with a force that left no room for resistance. Her breath was hot against your ear, her voice a low, dangerous purr.

“You owe me,” she whispered, her nails digging into your arm as she guided you down the hallway. “You owe me for leaving. For making me chase you. For making me wait.”

Your heart pounded in your chest, a frantic rhythm that matched the storm of emotions swirling inside you. Fear. Desire. Guilt. You didn’t know what to feel anymore, only that her presence was overwhelming, consuming, like a fire that burned through everything in its path.

She pushed you onto the bed, her hands already moving to the drawer of the nightstand. You watched, frozen, as she pulled out a pair of silk ties, the fabric smooth and dark against her pale skin. Her eyes met yours, and the look in them sent a shiver down your spine—wild, unhinged, and utterly possessive.

“Don’t,” you said, your voice trembling as she moved toward you, the ties in her hands. “Chuu, you don’t have to—”

Her lips curled into a smile, cold and detached. “Oh, but I do. You’ve been a very bad boy, running away like that. Do you think I’d let you off that easy?”

Before you could protest further, she had your wrists in her hands, tying them to the bedposts with a practiced ease that made your stomach churn. The silk was soft against your skin, but the restraint was anything but comforting. You tugged against the ties, testing their strength, but they held firm, leaving you trapped beneath her.

She stepped back, her eyes raking over you with a predatory gleam. “There,” she said, her voice dripping with satisfaction. “Now you can’t run away again.”

Her hands moved to the hem of her dress, pulling it over her head in one fluid motion. The fabric pooled at her feet, leaving her bare before you, her skin glowing in the dim light of the room. She was beautiful—stunning, even—but the way she looked at you, like you were nothing more than a plaything, made your chest tighten with unease.

She climbed onto the bed, straddling your hips with a grace that was almost hypnotic. Her hands trailed down your chest, her nails scraping lightly against your skin as she leaned down, her lips brushing against your ear.

“Tonight, you’re mine,” she whispered, her breath hot against your skin. “And you’re going to give me everything I want.”

Her lips found yours in a kiss that was anything but gentle, her teeth nipping at your bottom lip as her hands roamed your body. You tried to resist, to turn your head away, but she grabbed your chin, forcing you to look at her.

“Don’t fight it,” she murmured, her eyes dark with need. “You know you want this just as much as I do.”

Her hips rocked against yours, the friction sending a jolt of pleasure through your body despite your fear. She smiled, sensing your weakness, and leaned down to capture your lips again, her tongue slipping into your mouth with a hunger that left you breathless.

Her hands moved lower, unbuttoning your pants with a deftness that left you no time to react. She pulled them off, along with your boxers, leaving you completely exposed, and you felt a flush of shame as she looked at you, her eyes roaming over your body with a predatory gleam.

“So eager already,” she purred, her hand wrapping around your length, stroking you with a slow, deliberate rhythm that made your hips buck against your will. “You can’t hide how much you want this.”

You clenched your teeth, trying to hold back the moan that threatened to escape your lips, but it was useless. She knew exactly how to touch you, how to make your body betray you, and before long, you were gasping for air, your hips jerking against her hand as she stroked you.

“Chuu,” you gasped, your voice barely above a whisper. “Please—”

“Please what?” she interrupted, her lips curling into a smirk as she leaned down, her breath hot against your ear. “Please keep going? Please make you come? Or are you going to beg me to stop?”

You couldn’t answer, your mind a blur of pleasure and fear as she continued to stroke you, her hand moving faster and faster until you were on the edge, your body trembling with the need to release.

“Not yet,” she whispered, her hand stopping abruptly, leaving you aching and desperate. “Not until I say so.”

She let go of you, climbing off the bed to retrieve something from the drawer. Your eyes followed her, your chest rising and falling with ragged breaths as you watched her pull out a bottle of lube. She caught your gaze, her lips curving into a smile as she climbed back onto the bed, straddling your hips once more.

“Relax,” she murmured, squeezing a generous amount of lube onto her fingers. “This might hurt a little, but I promise you’ll like it.”

Her fingers found your entrance, and you tensed, your body instinctively trying to pull away, but the ties around your wrists held you in place. She leaned down, her lips brushing against yours as she pushed a finger inside you, the sensation sending a sharp jolt of pain through your body.

“Breathe,” she whispered, her voice soft, almost soothing, as she slowly worked her finger inside you. “That’s it. Just relax.”

You tried to do as she said, focusing on your breathing as she moved her finger in and out, the pain slowly giving way to a strange, unfamiliar pleasure. She added a second finger, stretching you open, and you couldn’t hold back the moan that escaped your lips.

“Good boy,” she purred, her lips brushing against yours as she continued to prep you, her fingers moving with a precision that left you trembling. “You’re taking me so well.”

When she finally removed her fingers, you felt a strange emptiness, a need that you couldn’t quite explain. She positioned herself above you, her eyes locked on yours as she guided you inside her, the sensation overwhelming as she slowly lowered herself onto you.

“Fuck,” you gasped, your back arching as she took all of you, her tight walls squeezing around you in a way that left you breathless.

“That’s it,” she murmured, her hands moving to your chest as she began to move, her hips rolling against yours with a slow, deliberate rhythm that made your head spin. “You’re mine now. All mine.”

Her pace quickened, her movements becoming more urgent as she rode you, her nails digging into your skin as she leaned down, her lips brushing against yours.

“Come for me,” she whispered, her voice trembling with need. “Let me feel you.”

You couldn’t hold back anymore, your body trembling as you came inside her, the pleasure overwhelming as she continued to ride you through your release. She didn’t stop, not until she was satisfied, her own moans filling the room as she finally reached her peak, her body collapsing onto yours as she caught her breath.

“Good boy,” she murmured, her lips brushing against yours in a soft, almost tender kiss. “But we’re not done yet.”

She untied your wrists, her hands moving to her nightstand for something else—something darker, more possessive. Your heart raced as you realized what she was reaching for, the glint of metal catching the light.

“Now,” she whispered, her voice low and dangerous as she leaned in close, her breath hot against your ear. “You’re really mine.”

The cold metal clicked shut around your wrist, the weight of it grounding you in place as she smiled down at you, her eyes gleaming with a twisted satisfaction. “You’re never leaving me again.”

You opened your mouth to protest, but she silenced you with a kiss, her body moving against yours once more, her hips rolling with a slow, deliberate rhythm that left you gasping for air. “Again,” she demanded, her voice trembling with need. “I’m not done with you yet.”

Your body responded despite your fear, your hips bucking against hers as she rode you, her nails digging into your skin as she leaned down, her lips brushing against yours. “Come for me,” she whispered, her voice trembling with need. “Let me feel you.”

You couldn’t hold back anymore, your body trembling as you came inside her, the pleasure overwhelming as she continued to ride you through your release. She didn’t stop, not until she was satisfied, her own moans filling the room as she finally reached her peak, her body collapsing onto yours as she caught her breath.

“Good boy,” she murmured, her lips brushing against yours in a soft, almost tender kiss. “But we’re not done yet.”

She untied your wrists, her hands moving to her nightstand for something else—something darker, more possessive. Your heart raced as you realized what she was reaching for, the glint of metal catching the light.

“Now,” she whispered, her voice low and dangerous as she leaned in close, her breath hot against your ear. “You’re really mine.”

✿ in all years of knowing chuu, no one could've imagined that the so feminine woman would date someone on the other side of the spectrum. everyone already suspected that chuu was into girls—even more so after the release of her song ‘kiss a kitty’, but people didn't imagine she actually had a girlfriend.

and she's a goth lolita?

chuu was known for her girly style, always wearing frilly skirts and colorful clothes, so when she announced that you were her girlfriend, the fans went crazy.

you not only wore only dark clothes, they were all exaggerated and big in a way that fit you perfectly. and chuu loved it.

today she had asked you out on a date, and it would've been amazing—if it wasn't for the fact that her mind seemingly forgot that she's dating a girl who needs at the very least two hours to get ready.

you were sitting in front of a mirror, trying to do your makeup as quickly as possible while your girlfriend waited in your bed, “jiwoo! why didn't you ask me yesterday?”

“because i had the idea to go out an hour ago.” chuu scrolled through her phone, not even bothering to hide her giggles from reading comments about her relationship, grateful that she has a supportive fanbase, “and i don't care how long you take to get ready, you know that it's better to go out later anyway.”

a sigh left your lips as you listened to her words. you knew that, yes, but it wasn't exactly polite to make your partner wait so much.

“jiwoo, you know why i start getting ready two hours early.” a pout formed in your lips, and you had no idea if it was to pull in your girlfriend's heartstrings or to apply the lipstick properly. probably both.

speaking of which, chuu stood up from the bed with her signature smile, now standing behind you, “no need to be so annoyed, yn. i don't mind waiting for you if it means i can see you all pretty and dressed up.” she wiggled her eyebrows, earning a playful slap on the shoulder from you.

“save the flirting for later, jiwoo. can you help me with the eye shadow?” you gave a sad expression to your girlfriend—it didn't work, but she didn't refuse either.

instead, chuu pulled a chair nearby and sat next to you, picking up one of the brushes and your favorite palette, because of course she knows exactly which one it is.

“black?” you chuckled, nodding nonetheless.

“you know me so well.”

❥ 𝗃𝗈𝗂𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝗍𝖺𝗀 𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍 ⓘ @cherishyunah

When you walked into Jiwoo’s apartment, you heard far more banging and swearing than you expected. At first, you wondered if her roommate, Sooyoung, was working on another “D.I.Y. project,” but when you heard a sweet, familiar voice angrily yell, “Fuck!” you knew that it was Jiwoo. So, you slowly and carefully walked through her living room, looking for the source of the sound to determine if anyone was injured or otherwise in distress.

“Honey, do you need help?” you called as you walked through the kitchen toward Jiwoo’s bedroom.

“I’m fine, babe!” Jiwoo shouted back. “Just trying to get this fucking thing to stay put!” You heard more banging as she spoke, and you wondered what the hell was happening.

“What are you doing?” you asked as you entered her room.

“Oh, this!” she said, frantically turning around to show you the dresser that she’d just finished assembling.

It was small, barely fitting next to the one she already had, and it looked like it might fall apart if you touched it the wrong way, but you knew she’d put a lot of effort into putting it together. So, you smiled and said, “I’m so proud of you, my love. But, why?”

She looked shy as she answered, “You know how you’ve been spending the night here more?”

“Yeah?”

“I thought having a dresser to store your stuff in would make it easier,” she answered, fidgeting and blushing as she tried to explain. “Instead of bringing stuff with you every time like you have been, you could just keep some of your clothes here. I even got you a new toothbrush to keep with mine.”

You didn’t say anything for a minute, stunned that she took the time out of her already chaotic schedule to do something like assembling furniture just to make it easier for the two of you to spend time together. When you noticed that she looked worried, though, you smiled and said, “Thank you. It was a wonderful idea.”

“Are you upset?” she asked, clearly still nervous.

“Not at all. Just surprised, honestly. You assembled a dresser by yourself for me?”

“Well, I asked Sooyoung for help, but she had to work. And of course I did it for you. I love you.”

Without another word, you pulled her into a hug, struggling to comprehend exactly how you found someone like Jiwoo, who was always willing to go above and beyond if it meant making you happy or just making life even a little bit easier. As you held her close, you silently hoped that the two of you would spend the rest of your lives loving each other.

You didn’t know how much time had passed with the two of you silently holding each other close, but next thing you knew, you heard Sooyoung yell, “I’m home, Ji! Did you get that dresser put together?”

Jiwoo stepped away to yell back, “Yep! It was a pain in the ass but I did it!”

“That's great!” Sooyoung said as she passed by Jiwoo’s room to get to hers. “I’m going to Jinsol’s place for a girls’ night, so I'm not gonna be back until tomorrow. I'm just stopping by to grab the overnight bag I keep in my room.”

“Ok, have fun!” you and Jiwoo said at the same time.

After Sooyoung left, Jiwoo asked, “Do you wanna go get some of your clothes to keep here?”

“Yeah, that sounds great.”

With that, the two of you left to go back to your apartment. The drive was unusually quiet, with you focused on driving and Jiwoo keeping her eyes closed as she enjoyed the silence. It was common for Jiwoo to just rest whenever the two of you were in the car together, and you loved being able to give her a few moments of peace within the chaos of life.

When you got to your apartment, the two of you worked together to gather some of your clothes, as well as a few skincare products and a bottle of your favorite body wash to keep at Jiwoo and Sooyoung’s place. Once you finished packing everything, you drove back.

Once your stuff was inside, you worked together to fill the new dresser while Jiwoo showed you her newly expanded vinyl collection. As you decided where you wanted to put the clothes that you’d brought with you, she showed you each album and told you a little bit about it, like when it was released and fun facts about the songs.

“This one came out in 2019!” she said, her eyes sparkling as she showed you Miracle Pill by the Goo Goo Dolls. “I still can’t believe I managed to find it at a thrift store of all places.”

“I remember when you sent me some of the songs right after we started dating,” you said as you folded a pair of pants to put them in the dresser.

As you listened to Jiwoo talk about her favorite songs and all of the reasons they were significant to her, you thought about how much you loved it when she shared the things she loved with you. Every time she showed you another piece of her world, you fell just a little harder, and all you wanted as you put the last of your things away was to continue falling for her every day for the rest of your life.

After your things were put away, you pulled Jiwoo into a hug and said, “Thank you.”

“For what?”

“For doing this for me. For everything you do for me.”

“You know I do it because I love you, right?”

“I know. That’s exactly why it means so much to me.”

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