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Gunslinger! Dami - Shoot To Kill

A/N: Hello guys, girls, and non-binary pearls! Long time no see. Well, I felt like this was the right time to publish this work. I couldn’t just leave something like this to sit in a doc for months. Enjoy the sweet reward of my labor!

TW: Violence, alcohol, guns, food, some suggestive (?) themes, slowburn, attempted use of Southern slang, This is a LONG fic and I was too lazy to edit all of it 😂

The first time you met the mysterious gunslinger, it was just like a scene out of one of those children’s books that Ms. Betty used to read to you when you were little.

You were working your usual shift at the saloon where you and the only other girl in town your age, Gahyeon, worked as bartenders. It was a slow day, with nothing more than the usuals having a drink or two so they could get out of the scorching afternoon sun. You and Gahyeon had taken up the occupation of gossiping to make the shift go faster; however, furiously fanning yourself and talking up a storm made no difference as the sun remained high in the sky.

“Awful weather, isn’t it?” Gahyeon pants before grabbing the pitcher of water.

“Do you expect anything else from August? I heard that the next town over is ten degrees warmer.” You accept the cold glass of water from Gahyeon and quickly chug it down.

“At least we’re not them, but this is not much better.” Gahyeon presses her face against the pitcher of cold water as you grab a washcloth and begin to wash the bar counter off.

“God, you’re trying to do work in this weather?” Gahyeon stares at you in disbelief.

“It has to be done sooner or later.” You shrug before setting the warm washcloth into the water.

“I’m pouring myself a beer after we’re done today. You in?” Gahyeon removes her face from the pitcher.

“I don’t feel like drinking tonight, but I’ll stay after with you anyways. Ms. Betty wants me to work on meeting more people.” You fiddle with part of your outfit as you talk.

“Pssh, lightweight.” Gahyeon teases as she nudges you.

“You’re one to be talking. I bet you won’t get three drinks in before you start swayin’.” You scoff softly.

“You wanna bet? Fine. I’ll do the dishes for a week if you win, but you have to give me half of your lunch for a week if I win.” Gahyeon gives you a toothy grin as she sticks her hand.

“You know that Ms. Betty would give you anything if you asked her for it.” You raise an eyebrow at her.

“Yeah, but I like what she makes you better. Anyways, are you in, or are you a chicken?” Gahyeon imitates the call of a chicken before you shake her hand.

“Deal.” You grin back at her as you furiously shake hands.

Gahyeon lets go first as she collapses back into one of the barstools. She sighs while meddling with the braid in her pink-colored hair.

“You know what I heard? There’s this new vigilante around that’s tryin’ to make a name for herself.” Gahyeon says with disinterest.

“Herself? I thought all the vigilantes around here were men with egos bigger than their appetite.”

Gahyeon laughs at your remark.

“It might not be true, but my dad says that a strange woman in all black except for an orange stripe on her hat came into the forge a week or two ago. He says that she was extremely polite as she asked him to make her a new gun.” Gahyeon continues to absentmindedly play with her braid.

“What kind of gun?” You ask with the knowledge that Gahyeon was going to go off on a tangent.

“A Colt Peacemaker. It’s a six-barrel gun that’s more effective at short range than at long range. She also carried a rifle along with some sort of hunting gun. Dad said that she looked ready to start a fight with her bare hands,” Gahyeon chuckles at her own words, “and you know what the strangest part is? He said that she had two braids runnin’ out of her hat like flowing water. I didn’t get why he kept sayin’ that until he mentioned that she had blue hair!”

“Blue hair? That’s certainly something.” You ponder the idea of a strange blue-haired woman saving townspeople and capturing bandits.

“I know, right? Dad said that her hair reminded him of blueberries, and he actually asked her if she dyed her hair with blueberries!” You both burst out laughing.

“And what’d she say?”

“She laughed and waved him off. Said something about it running in her family since the days of her ancestors,” Gahyeon smiles at the thought. “Wouldn’t it be great if our families let us do what we wanted like hers did?”

You both go silent as a soft, unbreakable sadness stretches over the two of you.

“Your dad still doesn’t let you into the forge?” You reach across and squeeze Gahyeon’s hand.

She sighs as she wipes a tear from her face.

“Says it’s not my place as a ‘proper lady’. Wonder what he would think if he knew what happened here?” Gahyeon sniffles and chuckles at the same time.

“I feel you. Ms. Betty’s been buggin’ me over and over to get married. I do my best to avoid her nowadays since that’s all she talks about. It’s like she sees me as nothing more than a thing to be given away.” You mumble as you take a seat next to Gahyeon.

She places a hand on your shoulder and rubs it softly.

“Well, we’ve got each other, right? That’s all we need.” Gahyeon gives you a sweet smile.

“Right.” You nod at her.

Ding!

The familiar sound of someone stepping through the front door sends you and Gahyeon scrambling behind the bar counter. The owners didn’t mind you relaxing when the regulars were around, but they wanted you to be ready when new guests arrived. All of the regulars had arrived for the afternoon, but this new customer was not one of them.

I wonder who that could be?

“No way…” Gahyeon mumbles in amazement.

A woman dressed in a slightly torn black dress approaches one of the spare tables in the back. Her blue braids shine bright against the hat on her head, which has definitely seen better days. As she sits, you notice the knee-high black boots that adorn her feet. She gently sets a gun of some sort on the table.

“That’s the Colt Peacemaker! I can tell my dad’s handy work from here.” Gahyeon squeals before grabbing a spare notebook.

“Why do you think she’s here? There’s nothing bad goin’ on, right?” You ask.

“Honestly, I don’t care. I’m just glad that one of my dad’s tall tales is finally true!” Gahyeon quickly grabs a pen and notebook before walking over to her table.

You choose to hang back and observe the strange woman. Her calm mannerism combined with the gentle expression on her face leaves a lasting impression on you. You noticed how her attention immediately snapped from observing her surroundings to Gahyeon when she arrived at the table. The pair chat for a moment, and then Gahyeon returns to the counter with you. You pay her no mind as you continue to gawk at the woman in front of you.

That is, until her graceful, patient gaze wanders over to you. You look at her directly as she looks you up and down before continuing to stare at the wall.

“Ooh~ I think she’s interested in you.” Gahyeon’s words pull you out of your own world.

“Hmm? Oh, I doubt it.” You sigh while grabbing another drink for a regular.

“You shouldn’t. She was askin’ about you just a moment after I took her order.” Gahyeon grabs the large glass of water that she just poured.

“Really?” Your eyes shine with excitement.

Gahyeon only winks as she carries the glass to the woman. You shake your head before doing the same to your customer.

You smile politely as you return to the bar counter. Gahyeon returns a few minutes later with a big grin on her face.

“What’re you smiling about? Got some beans to spill?” You look at Gahyeon.

“Oh, it’s nothing.” She waves you off before attending to another customer.

The afternoon quickly transitions into evening as the regulars filter in and out of the saloon. You and Gahyeon were prepared for tonight since the late night crowd could get a bit rowdy at times. The only constant besides the heat was the woman in the back.

After Gahyeon had brought her the drink, the woman grabbed a book from her pockets and began to read. She sat and read as the the day passed by the saloon.

“That’s not a thick book. She ought to be done by now.” Gahyeon says as you watch the sun behind her set into the horizon.

“There’s time to gossip about her later. We’ve got to go back inside before we get chewed out.” You stare at the missing sun for a moment before heading in after Gahyeon.

You take a moment to breathe and prepare yourself as you walk into the now-crowded saloon. People are packed in from wall to wall, and they aren’t exactly the patient type.

You and Gahyeon make a great team, as you manage to serve the majority of the customers in a decent amount of time. Besides a bit of grumbling, everyone seemed to be happy with what they got. You give Gahyeon a quick hug before the both of you turn to face the customer at the counter.

“You didn’t get my order right… I wanted whiskey, not this gin!” The drunk woman in front of you wobbles slightly before pointing an accusing finger at you.

“We’re sorry, ma’am, but we made what we heard you say. If you want another drink, we can get you another one.” Gahyeon takes a step forward.

“Nooooo… I want this one replaced!” The woman slurs before presenting her half-empty glass.

“I’m sorry, but…” Gahyeon pauses as the woman loudly shushes her.

“God, you don’t know how to please somebody like me. Maybe this’ll teach you a lesson!” The woman takes her glass and throws the remaining liquid onto Gahyeon.

Gahyeon gasps as the smell and color of gin stains her white dress with black accessories. Everyone in the saloon now has their eyes planted on you, including the woman in black from earlier.

“Ha! That improves your looks.” The drunk giggles to herself

“Oh, you little… You wanna go? C’mon! Let me show you what I’m made of!” Gahyeon rushes around the corner and grabs the woman before throwing the first punch.

The fight sprawls into hair-pulling and punches being thrown every which way. A crowd gathers around the pair as you watch in horror.

“Gahyeon!” You cry out as you hear her make a sound of intense pain.

You push your way through the crowd, only to find Gahyeon knocked out on the floor with a few injuries to her face and arms.

The woman stands up triumphantly while wiping a bit of blood off of her face.

“Do you want some next, you little rat? I know all about you and your-” The woman is interrupted by a slap on the face that came from your own hand.

She’s knocked to the ground by the impact, and everyone around you gasps before taking a step back. Gahyeon was known to get into a fight or two. You, on the other hand, wouldn’t dare harm another person with your hand unless you felt the need to.

“Get out, now.” You mumble angrily.

“But-” The familiar click of a gun interrupts the woman again.

The stranger from earlier approaches with her gun locked and loaded. It’s aimed right at the drunk woman’s head as the other woman fiddles with the trigger.

“You heard them.” She makes her way inside of the circle of people.

“I-” The drunk woman gulps as the barrel of the gun touches the back of her head.

“Move.”

The drunk woman speeds out of the saloon, and everyone else begins to clear out as well. The strange woman clicks the safety on as she holsters her gun.

You crouch down next to Gahyeon as you check her for injuries.

She doesn’t look as bad as I thought she did.

“Is there anything I can do to help?” The woman crouches next to you.

“Yeah. She lives in the apartment above here. I just need to get her up there so I can take care of her.”

“Does this happen a lot?” The woman asks as she inspects Gahyeon’s wounds.

“Too often for my own comfort.”

After managing to pull Gahyeon upstairs with some assistance by the stranger, you’re able to place Gahyeon in her before tending her wounds.

You gently scrub away any dried blood on Gahyeon’s arm before beginning to apply bandages.

“What made you interfere with the bar fight?” You turn to the woman as she looks at you.

“Figured you could use some help, but you’re a lot tougher than most of the pretty folks that I know.” She replies as she sits at the spare chair in Gahyeon’s room.

You blush softly before shaking your head.

“Ah, pretty and tough is more of Gahyeon’s thing.” You place the final bandage on her bruised arm as you begin to work on her face.

“So what’s your thing, then?” The stranger’s question causes you to pause.

“My thing? I…” You trail off while trying to think of a response, “I guess I don’t really have ‘a thing’. I’m used to stayin’ in the background and out of trouble.”

“That seems like a boring way to live.” The woman curiously inspects the vase on the table next to her.

“Well, it works just fine for me,” You respond with a bit of anger in your voice. “Not every person wants their name in flashin’ lights.”

“I didn’t mean it like that,” She shakes her head at the misunderstanding, “I just wonder if you ever thought about doing something different with your life, that’s all.”

“I have.” You mumble under your breath as you continue to fix Gahyeon up.

The woman slowly rises from her chair and walks over to the window on the other side of the room. You focus on untying the braid in Gahyeon’s hair.

“Do you look at the stars often?” The woman admires the star-filled sky in front of her.

“Yeah. Ms. Betty used to tell me stories under the night sky when I was younger. It’d help me sleep, and thinkin’ back on those memories helps me sleep now.”

“Ms. Betty?” The woman looks slightly confused, and you blush in embarrassment.

“I’m sorry, I forget that not everyone is from here. Ms. Betty is the town baker, and I’ve lived with her and her granddaughter, Handong, since my parents…” You let the words fade out of your mouth in order to avoid recalling a painful memory.

“Ah, I see.” She hums as you let out a breath of relief.

Somebody in this world knows how to not press topics that make people uncomfortable. Thank goodness…

You quietly grab a clean washcloth to set on Gahyeon’s forehead.

“Can I ask for your name? You’ve been awfully kind for a stranger that I’ve just met.” You glance at the woman at the window.

“Dami. You?”

“Y/N.” You brush a spare piece of hair out of Gahyeon’s face.

“Pretty name.” Dami strolls to the opposite side of Gahyeon’s bed.

“Thanks.” Your heart quickens and you can feel your stomach clench with nerves.

Gahyeon groans as she begins to slowly writhe around the bed. You immediately lean over her.

“Don’t move, alright? You’ll feel better if you don’t move until the morning.” You softly instruct Gahyeon.

“Mmh, sounds good.” She mumbles back before falling asleep.

You carefully clean up the rags and bandages around you. You quickly tuck Gahyeon in, and you wish her a goodnight, even though she can’t hear you. You let Dami out of the room before shutting the door. You yawn softly before running your fingers through your hair.

“Do you want me to walk you home?” Dami extended her hand to you.

“I’d like that.” You say sleepily before taking her hand in yours.

After a long stroll with such little time to talk together, you and Dami arrive at the front of the bakery.

Home…

“Thank you. I appreciate that you took the time to walk me home.” You say while unlocking the front door.

“It was all my pleasure. Goodnight, Y/N, and sweet dreams.” Dami tips her hat towards you as you begin to enter the house.

You pause for a moment as an idea pops into your head. You grab the spare loaf of bread that you forgot to eat from your satchel.

“Wait, I forgot to give you something.” You turn around and walk to Dami.

She’s patiently waiting before you hand her the bread.

“And one more thing…” You mutter breathlessly before taking action.

You gently cup her face as you press a soft kiss to her cheek. You quickly walk back to the bakery as you don’t dare to turn around. As you reach the open doorway, you turn around to face her.

Dami’s eyes carefully observe you. She lets her eyes wander up and down your body, just as she did when she first met you.

You stare at each other for a long moment before you shut the door behind you.

I might as well. It’s not like I’ll see her ever again…

~

The second time you met Dami was just as memorable as the first.

It was quite a few weeks later, yet you couldn’t push the girl out of your mind. The tension between the two of you was obvious every word spoken. Your final goodbye kiss was enough material to keep you sleepless for a few days.

Gahyeon had quickly recovered from her injuries, so she was back to working in the saloon within a few days. You told her everything that happened between you and Dami, which led to much more teasing on Gahyeon’s part.

A hot and humid August turned to a breezy and much cooler September. For the first time in a long while, you had an afternoon off from the saloon. The local county fair was in full swing, and the owners had closed down the saloon so that the locals could enjoy the festivities that were brought into town.

Normally you would be able to sneak over to the fair with Gahyeon for a night or two, but not this year.

Ms. Betty was at least a month behind on larger bakery orders, so she needed all hands on deck. You didn’t volunteer, but you didn’t have much of a choice in the matter.

“If you don’t help me, Y/N, I’ll shove you out on the streets where I found you in the first place! Now, get to work!” Ms. Betty throws the towel straight at your head.

She huffs before leaving your room and slamming the door shut. You sigh before grabbing the towel and heading downstairs.

You join Handong as the two of you begin thoroughly cleaning the dining section of the bakery.

“Hey, you two better have that place spick and span by the time we open!” Ms. Betty shouts from the back kitchen.

“Yes, Grandma!” Handong shouts back.

“Handong, dear, please make sure Y/N is doin’ enough work. She has to earn her rent, you know.”

“Yes, Grandma, don’t worry about it.” Handong shakes her head before clearing off another table.

“I’m sorry that I can’t be around more often to help you out.” You look at her sympathetically.

“I don’t blame you for not being around much, especially with the way she treats you.” Handong admits as she admires one of the floral decorations at the entrance of the shop.

“It’s alright. I do what I need to do so I can get by.” You shrug as you finish cleaning the last table.

“You must have enough money to leave, Y/N.”

“I’m gettin’ there.” You softly say.

“I know you’re lyin’, Y/N. You always talk softer when you lie. Why do you stay if you have enough money to leave?” Handong turns towards you.

“I don’t have anywhere to go, Dongie. The only two people who care about me, not counting those who abandoned me, live in this town. Where am I supposed to go?” You ask angrily.

“Y/N, I’m sorry about your parents…” Handong mumbles.

“It’s fine, and you’re not at fault in any way. It sucks that nearly everyone in this town has people or a place to escape to. I don’t have that at all.” You explain as your anger starts to dissipate.

“Maybe it’s time to stop livin’ in your head. Don’t watch on the sideline anymore. Live a little bit for once.” Handong places a gentle hand on your shoulder.

You can’t help but smile at her reassuring gaze.

“Maybe it is time to try that…” You look at Handong with hope in your eyes.

“That’s the spirit!” Handong cheers.

After Handong opens the door, she slips into the back to talk to her grandma. Ms. Betty returns to the front, and you slip into the back room.

You work your tail off as you start to catch up on a good majority of the backlog of orders. You also manage to keep up with the baked goods upfront, which aren’t selling as well due to the fair.

For a few hours, you mix, mold, and bake over and over again until you completely cross off every order on that list. Knowing that Ms. Betty still wouldn’t be happy, you decided to clean the kitchen until it was spotless.

After finishing your work for the day, you wander over to the only window and light source in the kitchen. You watch as the sun approaches the horizon as the sunset is about to occur.

You’re content with watching the sun complete its daily mission until you hear the chime of the front door bell.

A customer at this hour? Who would want a baked good when it’s nearly dinner time?

Going against your better judgement, you go to eavesdrop by gently leaning against the door leading to the front dining area. On the way there, you spot your messy reflection on one of the clean countertops.

With messy hair and a flour-covered apron, you’ve definitely seen better days with better clothes and hair.

You reach the door just in time as the customer begins to talk.

“Is this the town bakery?” The feminine voice asks, and you immediately recognize its owner.

Dami!

“Yeah. What brings you in? Are you looking for a special treat for a special someone?” Handong asks with a teasing edge in her voice, and you can imagine her small eyebrow wiggle as well.

“Now be nice to her!” A light smack from Ms. Betty can be heard as Handong howls out in pain.

“Actually, I was more looking for that ‘special someone’. Does another person live here?” Dami asks, and you feel your heart flutter at her words.

Does she really consider me to be that important to her already? I’m honored.

“Yeah, Y/N does. Do you need them? They’re working in the back.” Handong explains.

“I’d like to see them, if that’s alright with y-”

“Y/N! GET IN HERE!” Ms. Betty’s voice interrupts Dami, and you quickly throw your apron off to the side before attempting to fix your look.

You take a deep breath before exiting the door.

“Hi.” You bashfully wave at Dami, and she offers you a heart-warming smile in return.

She’s wearing the same outfit that she did when you first met, except with the addition of a loose black jacket that hangs over her shoulders.

“How have you been?” She asks as you approach the counter from the back door.

“I’m fine, but I probably look like I’ve seen better days.” You joke.

“I disagree.” Dami looks directly into your eyes.

You notice how gentle and loving her eyes seem to be.

“Anyways,” Dami shakes her head after looking away from you. “I wanted to ask you if you wanted to go to the fair with me?”

“Of course! Just let me clean up a bit, and then I’ll be right out.” You smile at the idea of being with her for a few hours.

“I can’t wait.” Dami responds as you turn to exit the room.

You try to hide your excitement until you reach your bedroom; there, you let out a small squeal before picking out a cute outfit. You wash up a little bit and comb your hair before heading downstairs again.

Handong and Ms. Betty are there, staring amazed at your baking creations.

“You really did all of this in one day? I’m impressed. Have fun on your date.” Me. Betty gives you a rare smile before heading into her own room.

“So….” Handong trails off. “You’ve got some serious explaining to do.”

You scratch your neck nervously.

“Do you remember that bar fight that Gahyeon got involved with?” You ask.

“Yeah, and it was about a month ago.” Handong confirms.

“Well, she was there, and she offered to help me take care of Gahyeon; then, she walked me home and I kissed her goodnight.”

“On the lips?!?” Handong says loudly before you slap a hand over her mouth.

“On the cheek.” You blush heavily after removing your hand.

“I guess you’ve already been enjoying life more than I thought. Y/N, you deserve to relax and enjoy tonight. Spend every moment soaking up the experience.” Handong advises.

“I will.” You give her a quick hug before heading out of the kitchen door.

Dami sits at one of the tables closest to the door. She flips another page in her book as you approach.

“Ready?” You ask.

“As long as you are.” Dami looks up from her book.

She closes the book as she stands up. You silently take her hand as she leads you out of the bakery and onto the main dirt road that runs through your town.

“What makes you so interested in our little county fair? I’m sure that you’ve seen more impressive displays on your travels than I’ve ever seen in my life.” You say.

“You’d be surprised, Y/N. I’ve seen a lot of different places and people, but something about this place is so magnetic. Maybe it’s just some person that made me come back…” Dami’s eyes drift to you.

“Me? I doubt that you’d just come ‘round to see me.” You brush a piece of hair out of your face.

“I had to, especially after that goodbye that you left me with.” Dami admits, and you blush as you recall the memory.

“I had to make your visit here memorable, in one way or another.” You look up at the barely visible starry sky above you.

“Well, it most certainly was.” Dami chuckles, and you laugh along with her.

A brief silence takes over the two of you as you approach the spectacle of lights and colors that define the county fair.

“How’s Gahyeon?” Dami inquires with a slight bit of concern.

“She’s fully recovered and as rambunctious as ever. Gahyeon hasn’t stopped talking about how cool you were for stepping in and saving her.” You fondly recall every time that Gahyeon has gone on a tangent about her “blue-haired savior dressed in all black”.

“Ah,” A light blush coats Dami’s face, “I…”

“A bit tongue-tied, are you? It’s alright. Gahyeon can have that effect on people.” A bit of sadness slips into your voice as you let go of her hand.

“Well, her father has a booth in here, and I told Gahyeon that I’d come visit her.” You slip your hands into your pocket as you feel a slight chill run over your bare skin.

“Lead the way.” You walk in front of Dami as you weave through the crowd of people.

Soon enough, the small forge set-up appears in front of your eyes. You wave at her father, who nods in your direction.

You turn around for a moment to check that Dami is behind you before continuing to your destination.

“Ah, Y/N, It’s great to see you!” Gahyeon’s dad gives you a warm smile as you arrive at the forge.

“Likewise.” You smile right back at him.

“Good evening.” Dami arrives at your side and then tips her hat at him.

“Ah, Ms. Dami, it’s great to see you again. Are you lookin’ for a new weapon? I’m sure that Y/N…”

“Actually, Y/N is with me tonight, and we came to see Gahyeon.” Dami corrects as a bigger smile spreads on his face.

“That’s good to hear. They could use another friend or two because I’m not sure that Gahyeon is the best influence on them.” Gahyeon’s dad whispers to you softly.

“I HEARD THAT!” Gahyeon yells from the back.

“How’s your wife?” You politely ask.

“As pretty and well as ever.” He says dreamily.

“Good.” You nod before looking in the back anxiously.

Gahyeon storms out from the back, only to make eye contact with you.

“Y/N, she finally let you out of the dungeon! It’s great to see you.” Gahyeon rushes around the booth to give you a hug.

“Ah, and you brought company too~” Gahyeon pokes your side as her eyes align with Dami’s.

Gahyeon finally lets you go, and you find yourself missing her warmth as the night chill enters your body again. You shiver again as you rub your arms in order to keep warm.

“Here.” Dami takes off her black jacket, and she hands it to you.

“Thanks.” You mumble softly as you put the jacket on.

The smell of gunpowder, a blend of fruits, and sugar enters your nose. You wouldn’t exactly describe the scent as pleasing, but it was oddly comforting to you.

“So, what have you two been up to?” Gahyeon asks playfully.

“We just got here. Y/N and I wanted to see you before we walked around.” Dami answers.

“I appreciate the gesture! Not many people come to see me…” Gahyeon pouts.

“Because you’re supposed to be working.” Her dad chides.

“Ah, whatever! I’ve been working hard all day, and I’m taking a break. I’ll be back to help tear down.” Gahyeon briefly hugs her dad before exiting the booth.

“You better be. Have a good night, you three!” He waves at you all as you begin walking away from the forge.

Your hand finds its way into Dami’s, and she gently squeezes your hand. You return the gesture as a smile slips onto her face.

Gahyeon excitedly links arms with you on your other side.

“So, do you have any interesting stories to tell, ah…” Gahyeon blushes in embarrassment, “What’s your name again?”

“Dami.” She gently answers before staring at the numerous booths that are out for display.

“Dami! Lovely to meet you properly.” Gahyeon smiles at Dami.

“I agree. My last impression of you left me worried.”

“Sorry, I’m usually not like that…” Gahyeon lies and you shake your head in disbelief .

“That’s not what Y/N said.” Dami says.

“Y/N! Why would you tell her that?” Gahyeon yells.

“I wasn’t going to lie.” You shrug your shoulders.

“Whatever. Anyways, I want to hear some of those cool vigilante stories.” Gahyeon eagerly looks at Dami.

~

“Wait, you really took on thirty men with nothing but a six-shooter? That’s amazing!” Gahyeon says between bites.

The three of you stopped to get food as you all swapped stories with each other. Gahyeon talked about her first time forging and then shooting a gun, and now Dami was telling the story that led her to fame within your area.

“Didn’t come out without a scratch, however.” Dami takes her hat off and tosses it at Gahyeon.

Gahyeon successfully catches the hat as she gasps in awe.

“No way! Are these real bullet holes?” Gahyeon carefully runs her fingers along the broken parts of the hat.

“Yep. That hat was a gift from my family for my travels. I refuse to get it fixed. It’s a healthy reminder that I still need to be careful after all of these years.” Dami gently admires the hat in Gahyeon’s hands.

You, on the other hand, are enjoying the view that comes from the lack of Dami’s hat. The sharp features on her face are more defined, and the soft red tint of her lips is very pronounced. Her curly eyelashes and well-defined eyebrows highlight the intensity of her gaze.

Your eyes linger at her lips, and you’re wondering what it would be like to kiss them.

Gahyeon tosses the hat back to Dami, which causes you to stop daydreaming.

Dami gently places the hat back onto her head. She readjusts the placement of her braids.

“What about you?” Dami asks as she turns her attention to you.

“I don’t really have many interesting stories about myself.” You shyly admit.

“That’s so not true! Don’t let Y/N fool you; they’re a lot more interestin’ than they appear or admit to be.” Gahyeon gives you a disapproving look.

“I’ve figured that out. If you don’t have any interesting stories to tell, then it’s probably time to make some.” Dami gently sets her hand back into yours.

“I’d like that.” You smile at her.

“Hey, if it isn’t trouble herself!” Gahyeon rushes behind you to greet somebody.

You quickly turn around to see a familiar face.

“Yoohyeon?” You ask in disbelief.

You observe her for a moment. Her brown hair is braided into a single braid that falls down her back. A small blonde streak in her hair draws your attention, along with her floral-pattern dress.

“Y/N, Gahyeon! It’s great to see the both of you.” Yoohyeon’s bright smile makes her words cheerful.

“Let’s see… blue hair, dark clothes… You’re that vigilante girl, right?” Yoohyeon raises an eyebrow at Dami.

Dami simply hums in response.

“The quiet type, huh? Don’t get me wrong, it’s just not my style.” Yoohyeon rambles.

“Yoohyeon’s family arranges all of the fairs around this area,” You explain to Dami, “so we only get to see her a few days out of the year.”

“But we’ve made so many good memories in that time! What about that time that we hijacked a wagon?” Gahyeon excitedly recalls the memory.

“Which time?” Yoohyeon and you ask at the same time.

“Which time?” Dami repeats in disbelief.

“We were some real troublemakers at that time. There’s too many stories of us basically breaking the law and getting away with it.” Yoohyeon explains.

“Oh yeah! Like that time Y/N switched every mailing address on the mail for a week straight!” Gahyeon laughs.

“I…” You blush while trying to think of a comeback. “At least I didn’t vomit when I tried alcohol for the first time!”

“I was very drunk!” Gahyeon squeaks out.

“Yeah, I don’t even remember what happened the day after. That hangover was awful.” Yoohyeon cringes at her past self.

“What about you? Do you have any childhood stories?” Gahyeon innocently asks Dami.

“I didn’t really do much. I walked the straight and narrow path for most of my childhood. Did as my parents said, and didn’t talk back. Then, I developed my own view on life, and well… here I am.” Dami shrugs.

“That sounds pretty boring.” Yoohyeon teases softly.

“Yeah, the great adventurer and vigilante didn’t chase down criminals as a toddler? I find that hard to believe.” Gahyeon chuckles at her own words, and Yoohyeon joins in.

“You believe me, right?” Dami looks at you.

“I’d believe anything you said. You’re someone I trust, and I don’t trust a lot of people.” You admit while keeping your gaze on the ground.

Dami cups your cheek and gently lifts your face to meet hers.

“I’m glad that you feel that way about me because I trust you too.” Dami light brushes your cheek with her thumb.

Her other hand is still interlocked with yours. You dreamily stare at her until you hear gagging.

“Ew, get a room!” Gahyeon sticks her tongue out at you.

“Whatever.” You step out of the dreamworld that you were once in as both of Dami’s hands return to her side.

“I didn’t come over here for no reason, you know,” Yoohyeon interrupts. “I came to tell you all that I plan on movin’ into town around wintertime.”

“Really?” Gahyeon’s eyes shine bright as she tackles Yoohyeon into a hug.

“Really.” Yoohyeon smiles at you.

“I couldn’t be happier.” You give Yoohyeon a nod.

Gahyeon eventually lets go of Yoohyeon.

“We should let you get back to what you’re doing.” You insist while leading Gahyeon and Dami away.

“I’ll be awaitin’ you at the saloon!” Gahyeon falls out as Yoohyeon heads back into the midst of the fair.

“She’s something, huh?” You gaze at Dami.

“I’d say that the three of you are.” Dami jokes.

“Rude.” You roll your eyes in fake annoyance.

“What? I’m not right? Are you not the person who helped hijack a wagon on multiple occasions?” Dami recalls the earlier conversation.

“It was actually five times.” Gahyeon pipes in.

“Five times?” Dami chuckles after staring at you for a moment. “You continue to surprise me, Y/N.”

“It wasn’t- I don’t- Hmph!” You pout and fold your arms angrily as a prominent blush rises on your face.

“Aww, you’re blushing. Are you embarrassed or are you being shy?” Gahyeon pokes your side.

“GAHYEON!” You yell before burying your face in your hands.

Dami and Gahyeon laugh together. You can hear the crunching of leaves as someone closes in on you.

“Y/N.” Dami places a hand on your head.

She begins to gently brush your hair. Refusing to give into her advances, you shake your head.

“C’mon, sweetheart, let me see those beautiful eyes and that sweet smile of yours.” Dami words cause a flurry of butterflies to settle in your stomach.

You pull your hands out of your face as you slowly meet her eyes.

“Do you really mean all of that?” You ask shyly.

“Every word of it.” Dami nods to confirm her words.

You stare at each other in a comfortable silence for the longest moment of your life. She’s close enough that you can feel her soft breath on your lips, and you wish over and over that she'd pull you in close.

“We… should catch up to Gahyeon. She said that she wanted to show us someplace.” Dami slowly begins to walk as you fade out of your daydream.

Another time, perhaps.

You catch up with her and link arms.

“Lead the way.”

Gahyeon eventually comes into view after you and Dami weave through the thick crowd of people.

“Took you long enough to catch up with me!” Gahyeon gives you a cheeky smile and a wink.

“What were you going to show us?” You ask.

“That!” Gahyeon points towards a small stage where a band is currently playing.

A small group of people sway along to the music that you can barely hear.

“C’mon, let’s get there before they start to play the next song.” Gahyeon rushes ahead, and the two of you quickly fall behind her.

Just as the three of you arrive, the band stops playing and the small group of people cheer. The lead singer of the band walks towards the front of the stage.

“Alright! Thank you all for comin’ tonight! For our last song, we want you to grab your darlin’ and have some fun while dancin’!” They yell, and the crowd cheers back.

The band slowly begins to play, and the crowd splits off as people around you begin to dance in pairs.

“Well, I guess I’ve got to go find someone to dance with… Have fun, you too.” Gahyeon runs off before you realize what she’s done.

That little mischievous matchmaker…

A light tap on your shoulder causes you to turn around. You face Dami, and she lets go of your arm. She takes your hand in hers, and she pulls your hand up to her face at a painstakingly slow pace. Dami presses a sweet kiss to your hand while looking you dead in the eye.

You bite your lip as a warm blush overtakes your face.

She removes your hand from her lips, but she continues to watch your eyes.

“May I have this dance?” Dami gently asks.

“Of course.”

Dami pulls you close as she interlocks her fingers with yours. She takes her other hand and places it on your waist, and you follow by placing your free hand on her shoulder.

“So… what did you think of the fair?” You inquire.

“It’s one of the best that I’ve seen. The people around here made it so much better, though.” Dami admits with a soft blush on her face.

“I know. Yoohyeon and Gahyeon are always-”

“I was talkin’ about you, Y/N.” Dami interrupts you.

“Really?” Your eyes light up and your smile grows wider.

“Of course. Why don’t you believe that you’re someone that people want to be around? I’ve heard nothing but good things about you, and I’ve spoken to quite a few people in this town.” Dami’s voice softens with each and every word.

“Maybe it’s because I never had somebody tell me those good things…” You mumble as tears threaten to fall.

“What about your parents?”

“They abandoned me in order to live a better life. They told everyone that I was nothing but a burden to them. I was old enough to remember everything they said and did.” You bluntly state.

“Y/N, I-”

“Please don’t apologize.” Your voice breaks with every word.

You let go of her hand and shoulder as the song ends.

Everyone around you cheers as you begin to shed tears. You lean into Dami as she wraps both of her arms around you.

“I wish you wouldn’t have gone through any of that, but I know that you wouldn’t be the person I adore without those experiences behind you.” Dami’s words are comforting to you as you let the tears fall rapidly.

She rubs your back with one hand as the other stays on your waist.

The tears in your eyes slowly dry up, and you pull yourself out of Dami’s arms.

She brushes the hair out of your face as you start to feel conscious about your appearance.

“Do I look alright?” You ask her.

“As beautiful as ever.” Dami mumbles, and you smile.

“We should get going. The fair’s going to shut down for the night.” You and Dami both look up at the night sky before looking at each other.

“Thank you for comin’ with me.” Dami slips her hand into yours.

“I wouldn’t have gone with anyone else.” You begin walking with her as the moon rises high into the sky.

The night time walk home is a lot longer than you thought it was, and you couldn’t be more thankful. You and Dami now had the time to talk about the stars, your favorite books, some interesting tales, and so much more. A familiar feeling of disappointment rises in your stomach as you approach the bakery.

“Well, I suppose this is goodbye. Good night, Y/N.” Dami pulls you in for a warm hug.

You gladly accept, and you stay in her arms for a bit longer than you should’ve. You let go with a soft sigh.

“Don’t be a stranger, alright? You’re welcome ‘round here anytime, and you know where to find me.” You tell her.

“I’ll do my best.” Dami nods.

Feeling a bit more daring, you go to kiss her like last time, but Dami is faster. She presses another kiss to your hand before letting go.

“I had to return the favor.” Dami says.

“Well, goodnight.” You wave at her before heading inside of the bakery.

“Sweet dreams, my dear.” Dami’s words never fail to make your heart beat like crazy.

As you walk further into the bakery, you realize that you’re still wearing Dami’s coat. You run back to the door to find her, but you see nothing but an empty road and the night sky.

You make a mental note to return the coat to her as soon as possible before you get ready for bed.

~

September fades into October as the fresh green leaves from spring and summer turn to shades of brown, red, yellow, and orange. Your shoes cause every leaf under your foot to crunch as you make your way to the post office. You’re in charge of getting mail for the bakery and saloon, and it’s a good way to get out of the house and to enjoy the fall weather.

As a breeze tickles your cheek, you pull the deep black coat tighter against your skin. You’re sure that Dami must miss her jacket, but you admit that she’d enjoy seeing you in it even more.

The postmaster greets you as you walk through the front door.

“Here’s the mail for the saloon and bakery,” They hand you two separate stacks that you file away in your bag, “and I have a note addressed to you.”

“To me?” You curiously raise an eyebrow as they hand you a thin envelope.

“It’s weird because there wasn’t a return label on it, but one of the mail carriers said that the lady who sent it was pretty insistent on getting it to you. I think that whoever picked up that letter was a bit tipsy because they were sayin’ that the lady had blue hair!” The postmaster explains as you try to resist the urge to rip open the envelope right at that moment.

You quickly thank the postmaster as you exit the building. As soon as you’re out of the door, you flip the envelope over.

A neat cursive handwriting greets you, along with your name and address. You carefully open the envelope before sticking it in the pocket of your bag.

You fold the note open and begin to read every word that Dami has sent you. Your heart beats faster at every syllable that she wrote, and you can feel every emotion within that page. You grow connected to her as you long to see her once more.

~

Like a sweet melody, those small memories of us replay in my head over and over again…

You’ve grown so dear and near to my heart so quickly; I fear for my safety, but the fleeting promise of you is enough to make me take the plunge.

You’re enough for me, Y/N, and I wish you could see how much I care and long for you.

Wait for me. I’ll return soon. ~ Dami

~

“Y/N, I can’t just send a letter to a random woman that I’ve never seen before.” The postmaster explains after you return the next day.

You set the biggest loaf of the bakery’s famous pumpkin bread on the counter.

“Perhaps arrangements can be made…” They grab the loaf along with your letter.

You nod at them before leaving the post office.

I spent last night writing that letter. I hope it gets to her.

~

Your words leave me just as breathless as you do. Are you always this charming? Perhaps there’s a new part of you I have yet to see…

I spend most nights thinking of you, waiting for you to return. You’ll come soon, right? I don’t know how much longer I can last without seeing your face.

I’ll always be here, and you know where to find me. - Y/N

~

The stack of letters on your desk slowly begins to rise as November closes in on your town. It’s nearly impossible to do anything due to the cold temperatures, so you try to stay inside. Working in the saloon is a great comfort, as the warm atmosphere keeps your body and heart warm throughout the chilly nights.

“Can it get any colder outside?” Gahyeon asks one night as a customer walks through the door.

“I wouldn’t ask that question since I don’t want to be jinxed because of your words.” You tease Gahyeon.

“I suppose you’re right.” She mumbles while pulling a winter coat closer to herself.

“I don’t know… I’m quite comfortable.” You shrug in the jacket that you’ve been wearing since the county fair.

“Of course you are. You’re wearing the clothes of someone that’s courting you. That’s why you feel so warm all of the time~” Gahyeon teases you right back.

“We are not-” You try to defend yourself.

“You aren't there yet. You guys write love letters to each other at least once a week. If that’s not courting, then call me stupid.” Gahyeon retorts.

“You know about the letters?”

“Handong told me. You can’t just tell Handong everything and not expect me to find out.” Gahyeon smugly says.

“Ah, that snitch!” You pout.

“Don’t worry about it; it’s not like Dami is going to walk through that door at any moment.” Gahyeon vaguely gestures at the door before a figure walks in.

“No way…” You and Gahyeon stare in disbelief as Dami hangs her coat on one of the coat hangers at the front of the saloon.

Gahyeon waves at the door again before saying, “I’d like someone who’s exactly my type to walk through that door!”

She sighs before beginning to work again.

You excitedly wave at Dami as you catch her attention. She gives her signature hat tip as she approaches the bar counter.

“Need a drink?” Gahyeon asks as she cleans a spare glass.

“No, but I was wondering if I could borrow Y/N for a bit? It’ll just be for a few moments.” Dami gazes at you for a moment before looking at Gahyeon.

“Sure, but don’t have too much fun.” Gahyeon nudges your side as you pass her.

You send her a deadly glare before meeting Dami in front of the bar.

“Do I need anything?” You ask.

“Not at all.”

Dami leads you outside after you place your coat on the same hanger as hers. The afternoon sun brightly shines on you, but you can barely feel its effects on your skin.

Dami takes you around the back of the saloon, where a few beer bottles are set up on crates. They’re at least ten feet in front of you.

“What did you take me out here for?” You cock your head.

“This.” Dami straightens her hat before effortlessly pulling her gun out of its holster.

She lines up the barrel of the gun with her target, and she clicks the safety off. Dami squints one of her eyes before firing the gun.

You yelp and jump back at the sound of gunfire. You watch as the bullet connects with its target, and the bottle instantly bursts upon impact.

“You’re… going to teach me how to fire a gun?” You breathlessly say.

“Exactly.” Dami smirks confidently.

Dami clicks the safety on before tossing the gun in the air. She catches it by the barrel before offering it to you by the hand.

You nervously approach Dami as you take the gun from her hand.

How am I supposed to do this?

“Here, let me help.” Dami notices your nervous stance, and she offers to help you.

“Don’t be nervous. You’re not hurtin’ anyone, and you know that I sure as hell wouldn’t let you hurt yourself.” She softly reassures you as her hands rub your shoulders.

“Relax, and stand naturally. Let the gun fit into your hands.” She moves her hands on top of yours as she leans against you.

You naturally blush as you feel yourself lean into Dami.

“Aim at the largest part of the bottle. If you’re off, you’ll still hit it.” Dami whispers as her hands travel from your hands to your waist.

“Whenever you’re ready, fire.” Dami mumbles softly against you as you mentally prepare yourself.

You aim just like she says, and you click the safety off without her instruction. Something, however, keeps you from firing the gun.

“It’s alright, darlin’, I’m right here.” Dami’s words are the last bit of motivation you need as you pull the trigger.

Your body jerks from the firing of the gun, but Dami steadies you. You end up hitting the top of the bottle, but it still shatters from the impact.

“That was a good shot.” Dami wraps her arms around you.

You click the safety on before tossing the gun off to the side. You enjoy the warm feeling of Dami’s arms around you, along with the army of butterflies in your stomach.

“Thanks.” You mutter gently as you try to recover from the shock of firing the gun.

The two of you stand together for a moment before Dami lets go of you to grab the gun. She gently dusts it off as you regain your senses.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were trying to flirt with me.” You tease her.

“That was just a bonus.” Dami’s gaze flickers up to give you a wink.

“What was your plan, then?” You fold your arm as Dami pulls another gun from her holster.

It’s an identical model to hers in every way. She carefully hands you the gun.

“Flip it over.” She instructs, and you follow her every word.

You gasp as you trace the intricate design of the handle. Although the handle is plain on one side, the other is coated in your favorite color. You notice that a flower is painted on to the background.

The head of a rose blooms from the top of the handle, and a stem along with a few petals snake down to the end.

“How did you…” You trail off as you’re completely mesmerized by the handle’s design.

You watch as Dami flips her gun over as well. A deep blue is the background of her handles, and a stem flows from the top of the gun to the bottom, where a few smaller flowers are inscribed into a small pile of grass.

You immediately align her handle with yours, and you watch as the perfect shape of a fully-bloomed rose in the middle of spring appears.

“Did you make this for me?” You look up at her with pure admiration.

“Yeah, and that’s why it took me so long to get here. The painter wasn’t able to get them done until a few days ago.” Dami explains.

“I…” You let your hand run against the barrel of the gun, “Thank you so much.”

“You’re welcome.” She smiles at you.

“You should probably get inside. Gahyeon might be worried, and I’ll clean up the mess.” Dami says.

“Are you sure?”

“I insist.”

You send her a warm smile before heading inside.

“She made you a GUN?!?” Gahyeon says excitedly as you hand the gun to her.

“She gifted me a gun.” You correct her.

“Ah, whatever! Same difference.” She mumbles in annoyance as her hands gently run over the handle of the gun.

Gahyeon aims at a window before pretending to shoot the gun.

“Gahyeon, don’t do that!” You scold her before grabbing the gun.

“What, I can’t mess around with your girlfriend’s stuff?” Gahyeon playfully whispers.

“For the last time-”

“Don’t think I didn’t see you two getting handsy. Windows exists, Y/N.”

“Gahyeon!” You squeal in a high-pitched tone.

“Here she comes now.” Gahyeon mutters as you grab a glass and pretend to look busy while catching a glance from Dami.

“Hey, why don't you come sit up here with us? We could use the company.” Gahyeon elbows you in the side after calling Dami over.

Dami nods before sitting at the counter with you and Gahyeon.

“How’d the lesson go?” Gahyeon asks.

“I don’t know, ask Y/N.” Dami says.

Dami and Gahyeon look eagerly at you as they await your answer.

“It was fun.” You blush as you place the glass back onto the counter.

“I’m glad. I thought I scared you off.” Dami admits as Gahyeon sets a glass of water near you.

“Pardon?” You slide the glass over to Dami.

“You looked terrified before and after you shot the bottle. I didn’t know what to think when you ran inside.” Dami takes a sip of water after speaking.

“I was scared, but I thought that I made a fool of myself in front of you.” You lean on the counter as the world around you starts to disappear.

“You could never do that.” Dami takes your hand in hers.

“So… what made you choose to be a vigilante? That’s not a common occupation for a woman.” You ask the question that’s been burning in the back of your mind for a while.

“That’s an… interesting question.” Dami’s eyes shift to the side, and you can sense her nerves.

“It’s alright if you don’t want to answer the question.” You immediately back off, but Dami squeezes your hand.

“It’s okay. You deserve the truth.” Dami takes a deep breath before continuing to talk.

“I lied back when I told you about how I got my hat. It wasn’t a final gift from my family; in fact, I barely remember them. I left home at a young age, eager for adventure. My family never supported me, and I doubt that they ever would. I was hungry for fame, for attention, for…. anything that I could get my hands on.”

Dami quickly brings the glass to her lips before continuing to talk.

“I ran into the wrong crowd when I was young. A group of bandits took me in as a teen. They taught me how to shoot, what to shoot, and where to shoot. I was so young that I didn’t have a clue what I was doin’ until one of my bullets hit a man’s chest.”

You gasp in response as Dami smiles softly.

“I quit on the spot. Didn’t want nothin’ to do that life anymore. I refused to fire my gun for years, until they found my hidin’ spot. That was the last time I ever hurt another person. I knew that there were people out there bein’ harassed by people like them, and I couldn’t let that go on. It’s much easier to catch bandits when you were one. So I did, and eventually, I grew a reputation that I was proud of.” Dami finishes her story, and she looks up to you for a response.

“I… don’t know what to think.” You softly admit.

“That’s alright. It’s a lot, I know.” A certain soft sadness enters the eyes that you adored staring into.

“I didn’t mean it like that. I, well… I want to learn more about you, both good and bad. I’m glad that you opened up to me.” You give her a bright smile.

“I’m glad too.” She mutters while clicking her long nails on the counter.

“Can I ask another question?”

“Shoot.”

“Do you regret anything?” You ask quietly.

Dami ponders your question before speaking.

“No, I don’t. I wouldn’t be sittin’ here if I was still at home with my family. I don’t think I could imagine myself as much of a housewife.” Dami laughs heartily.

“So you’re not one for settlin’ down and gettin’ married?” You mutter.

“Ah, we’re skipping the courting?” Dami raises an eyebrow at you.

“I- We- You know that’s not what I meant!” You’re a blushing mess at her words.

“I wouldn’t mind bein’ your wife, if that’s what you’re askin’. I don’t think you’d completely tie me down. I’d still be free to do as I wish, but I’d have someone to come home to...” Dami dreamily looks into your eyes, “you know what? I wouldn’t mind that one bit.”

“I’d be the one doin’ all the cookin’ and cleanin’ , then. I see how it is.” You fake pout at that possibility.

“Y/N, I didn’t mean that. You’d be free to explore the world with me, if you wished. I just didn’t think you were that type.”

“Well, maybe I am that type. You’ll just have to find out~” You tease.

“How do I do that?” Dami leans toward you.

“A date.” You answer as her face is inches away from yours.

“Sounds like a plan. Meet me at the stables when I come ‘round.” Dami pulls back from you, and you sigh in disappointment.

You’re surprised as she walks away from the bar. You stay quiet until she grabs her coat from the rack.

“How am I supposed to know when you’ll be here next?” You call out across the bar.

“Trust your heart, my dear. ...And Y/N?” Dami looks at you, and you swear that you’re ready to fall over at the pure love in her eyes.

“Yes?”

“You look divine in my jacket.”

You hold the counter while trying to prevent yourself from collapsing on the ground.

My god, I’m in love.

~

You shine so bright, I just can’t stare at anything but you. The brightest sun on a warm day couldn’t dream of comparing to you.

You’re sweeter than the finest honey, and lovelier than a bunch of roses. Perhaps a gift like that would be perfect for you…

I miss you, my dear.

Wait for me? ~ Dami

~

I swear, your charms in person are enough to rival your beautiful words. I’d be much more likely to make a decision on which is better if you would visit me more often…

Gahyeon and Handong ask about you nonstop. My admiration for you has not gone unnoticed, along with my longing to be by your side.

I missed you from the moment you left, and I miss you so much more now.

I’d wait for you until the end of time. - Y/N

~

The freezing December air keeps you inside the saloon and bakery for most of the day. It’s nearly unbearable to walk outside, even with a jacket on. You’d like to stay inside, but Yoohyeon’s arrival in your small town makes that impossible.

After moving another piece of furniture into her humble abode, you enjoy a warm cup of hot chocolate along with Gahyeon and Yoohyeon.

“I didn’t know you had so much stuff!” Gahyeon huffs as she cuddles further into her blanket.

“Neither did I.” Yoohyeon mumbles before drinking her hot cocoa.

“This place is nice, Yooh. I’ll have to give it to you there.” You admire the small house, and you wonder if something like this could be in the future.

“Ah, thinking about the future with your girlfriend, are we?” Gahyeon giggles.

“Gahyeon-”

“What girlfriend?” Yoohyeon looks confused as she looks between you and Gahyeon for answers.

“Oh, do you remember that girl that Y/N and I were with? Blue hair, all black clothes, and a bit on the quieter side.” Gahyeon describes her.

“Yes! Ah, what was her name…” Yoohyeon trails off.

“Dami!” You say a bit too eagerly as Yoohyeon looks at you, “Her name is Dami.”

“I told you, Yoohyeon, they’re totally going steady.” Gahyeon attempts to get Yoohyeon on her side.

“I can see it.” Yoohyeon agrees.

You shake your head before burying your red face into the soft blanket in your lap.

“Hey, it’s okay! We all fall in love at one point or another! Yours just happens to be… a bit more on the eccentric side.” Gahyeon reaches over and rubs your back reassuringly.

“Thanks, Gahyeon.” You say flatly before pulling your face out of the blanket.

“You’re so welcome!”

A knock on the door interrupts the three of you. Yoohyeon offers to get the door, and she spends some time talking to the person before shutting the door.

Yoohyeon slowly walks back into the room, and you and Gahyeon stare in awe at the massive package in her hands.

“Can the two of you stop starin’ and start helpin’ me set this thing down?” Yoohyeon takes a breath between every word.

The two of you rush forward to help Yoohyeon set the package down.

“Postman said it’s for you.” Yoohyeon nods at you.

“Me?” You raise an eyebrow as you inspect the package in front of you.

You grab the small note that is precariously attached to the top of the package.

You hastily open the letter as Gahyeon and Yoohyeon crowd around you.

To my beloved, Y/N

Consider this all to be a token of my affection and gratitude. Everything that you’ve given me is priceless, but hopefully I can start to pay my debt back to you with this.

Wait for me.

~ Dami

Gahyeon grabs the letter from your hands.

“Gosh, you make her letters sound so much more exciting than they actually are!” Gahyeon reads the letter agin to herself.

“I thought that the letter was sweet and well-written.” Yoohyeon argues.

“No way!”

“Yeah-huh!”

As the pair begin to argue, you carefully unbox the package.

Does she really have to outdo herself?

A large display of items greets your eyes, with each calling for you to grab them.

You start from the top, where a jar of honey greets you.

After digging for what seems like forever, you finally reach the bottom of the box, and a small doll waits for you to grab them.

As you admire them in your hands, you notice a small piece of paper sticking out of its top. You carefully fish the paper out before setting the doll next to the rest of your goods.

After unfolding the paper, you read another note from Dami.

Y/N,

I told you that you’d find the answer in your heart. It’s a bit cheesy, but I figured that it would work. Besides, this method keeps the note a secret from any… onlookers.

When the stars appear in the sky tonight, meet me by the stables. I’ll be waiting for you.

~ Dami

You quickly tuck the note into your pocket before any of the girls could see.

As the girls stop arguing, they look at you with their mouths agape.

“My god, she’s got it bad for you.” Yoohyeon says after a moment of silence.

“I’m starting to think so too.” You mumble.

“You think?” Gahyeon starts to dig through the pile of stuff next to you.

“Y/N, she got you tea from three different countries, a hand-woven blanket, a set of gloves and a hat, two things of perfume, a holster for the gun she got you, a stuffed panda, and this cute little doll that looks like you. After all of that, you have the audacity to tell me that she just likes you as a friend?” Gahyeon stares at you like you’ve got a hole in your head.

“God, you’re right.” You blush heavily as the realization hits you.

She’s always been so forward about it. Why haven’t I noticed this before?

“Thank goodness. Now I don’t have to watch you guys stare longing at each other like lost puppies.” Gahyeon jokes.

“Is it really that bad?” Yoohyeon asks.

“Oh, absolutely.” Gahyeon nods.

You peer out the window as you watch the sunset.

“I’m sorry, girls, but I have to go,” You quickly stand up and brush the blanket off of you, “Can I keep this stuff at your house until tomorrow, Yooh?”

“I mean, sure, but where are you off to?” Yoohyeon asks as you set your mug in the sink and grab your coat.

“She’s off to meet her lover, I bet.” Gahyeon teases as you quickly adjust your hair in the mirror next to the door.

“You’re exactly right.” You smile and wave at the girls before leaving.

“Good luck, Y/N!” Yoohyeon cheers.

“Don’t mess this up.” Gahyeon calls.

“Hey, be nice to them!” You hear Yoohyeon call out before you close the door while chuckling.

They really are something.

~

You find the cold winter air to be nice and refreshing to your blood red cheeks. You’ve been thinking about ways to confess to Dami, but none of them seem quite right to you.

I guess I’ll have to wing it, then.

You continue to walk away from the main hub of town until you reach the stables. They’ve been abandoned for a while, except for one horse that lies in there now.

You smile as you approach the friendly beast. A bucket of freshly picked apples lies right outside of the fence, so you grab one to feed to the horse. It gladly takes the apple from you, and it lets out a sound of enjoyment.

“Lucky’s taken a likin’ to you.” Dami’s voice settles next to you as her figure leans against the railing.

“Lucky?” You tilt your head at her.

“Yeah, her name’s Lucky. I’ve had her for about three years. She’s a good horse that’s saved me from a lot of trouble.” Dami observes you as you gently pet the horse’s mane.

Lucky reacts positively to your touch, and you beam at her and Dami.

“You’re sweet, just like your owner.” You coo at the horse.

“She reacts well to kind people.” Dami grins at you.

You give the horse another apple before walking towards Dami.

“I missed you.” You mumble as you wrap your arms around her.

“I missed you too. Did you get everything?” Dami asks with concern in her voice as she places her hands on your waist.

You hum as you slip her the note from your pocket.

“I knew you’d figure it out,” She smiles at you once again before offering you her hand, “shall we?”

You take her hand and let her lead you around the stables. A large blanket is placed on the ground, and a warm campfire burns right next to where you’ll be sitting.

Dami takes the note in her hand and tosses it into the fire.

She stares at the fire for a moment before sitting down. You follow her lead and sit down next to her.

With your hands still interlocked, Dami shifts closer to you. You barely notice as your eyes are glued to the sky above.

The starry sky above you glows so bright that you just cannot ignore it. Its shimmering display in all of its glory lies above you and Dami. The stars feel perfectly aligned, as if you were supposed to meet her at this moment.

“Y/N?” Dami’s voice breaks you out of your fixation with the sky.

“Yeah?”

“Do you think about the future a lot?” Dami’s question throws you off.

“I do, but probably a bit more than the average person does.” You honestly answer.

“What do you picture your future as?” She asks you another poignant question.

“I’d like a small house, somewhere that could provide me a bit of privacy. I’d like to spend my days doin’ what I love with the person that I love. From there, I would let life take me on it’s wild journey.” You smile at the thought of a domestic life with a bit of adventure.

“Is that all?” Dami anxiously looks at you, and you realize what answer she’s waiting for.

“Well… I’d like that person that I love to be you.” You confess while trying to not pour your heart out everywhere.

A moment of silence overtakes the two of you as Dami contemplates your answer.

“I want you to be in my future, Y/N, no matter what paths we may take. It doesn’t matter to me anymore because all I want is you.” Dami finally answers as the building anxiousness in your chest disappears.

“I want you like that too.” You look directly at Dami.

Dami takes her free hand and carefully places it on your cheek. She gently guides your face closer to hers until you’re mere inches away from her lips.

“May I?” Her eyes flicker down to your lips for a moment before meeting yours again.

“Please do.” You breathe out as Dami’s lips connect with yours.

The shining stars in the night sky glow bright as two souls connect with each other and eventually become one.

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