#lua drabble

“Doyeon isn’t evil, she probably just wanted to change things up! Don’t worry so much,” Elly had assured you, but you couldn’t help but feel nervous as you walked up to Doyeon’s door and raised your hand to knock. Doyeon had found out about your crush when she overheard you talking to Elly and Suyeon about it, and she’d been determined to “help” you ever since. But usually those attempts had ended up in disaster, and honestly, you probably should have just pretended to be sick.

“(Y/N), you made it! Come on in!” Doyeon’s grin was big (too big) and you gave her a smile as you stepped inside, resigning yourself to whatever fate awaited you inside.

To your surprise, the first half of the night went smoothly. Doyeon had managed to set up an amazing spread of sweets and finger foods, and Yoojung had helped her with the games and drinks. All of you surprised Suyeon with a gift she’d been wanting for a while, and she cried, and then the games started without a hitch. Everyone was happy and warm and everything was normal.

So you’d let your guard down, and ended up with Lua in the kitchen.

“This years party is so much fun,” she said, the smile that had made you fall in love with her on her lips. “Of course Yoojung would be able to think up holiday-themed would you rather questions. She never ceases to amaze me.”

“Doyeon is lucky she has her,” you said, nodding in agreement. “I think this party would have probably been a lot more of a disaster if it was just her.”

“No kidding.” She giggled and grabbed one more cookie, nodding towards the doorway into the living room, where the other girls were sitting. “What do you say we get back in there before they decide to start the next game without us?” Something about Lua always made your heart jump a little, but at least now you could hold normal conversations with her without blushing or getting embarrassed.

“Let’s go, then.”

The two of you had barely stepped into the doorway before Doyeon jumped up and pointed above your head.

“Mistletoe!” Of course. Of course she did. Your heart began to beat faster as you looked up. It was mistletoe, alright. How many of the other girls had walked through here before you and Lua? Was everyone in on this?

“Doyeon,” Lua said, her voice a little higher than usual out of embarrassment. Doyeon just grinned.

“You guys are under it, you can’t break the rules.”

“So many other people walked through this door tonight, why just us?” You questioned, hoping that you face wasn’t too red. You didn’t dare look at Lua.

“You two were the only two to go through together,” Yoojung said, and you really doubted it, but Doyeon sighed loudly before you could say anything else.

“Stop stalling and just kiss already!”

Your eyes flitted over to look at Lua, and she was flushed as well, looking shyly at the ground.

“Well, I guess we have no choice.” She looked up and laughed nervously.

“I guess so.”

Somehow, you got the courage to lean in first, and she met you halfway. It was a small, shy kiss, nothing like Doyeon had probably wanted, but it still made you blush deeply when you pulled away, heart pounding.

“Awe, come on,” Doyeon complained, but Lua stuck out her tongue at you and stepped forward, out from under the mistletoe.

“If you want someone to make out under the mistletoe, why don’t you and Yoojung do it?” The smaller girl perked up and looked up at her girlfriend.

“Yeah, why don’t we do it?”

“You gave them ideas,” you groaned as you followed Lua over to the only two empty seats (beside each other, of course). She just laughed softly and sat down, blush still on her cheeks. The rest of the girls had started to protest as Yoojung jumped up and grabbed Doyeon’s hand to pull her over to the doorway, and Lucy was whining something about her “poor, innocent eyes”.

“At least the attention is off of us,” she said, and you had to agree. This was much better. Swallowing, you looked from the rest of your friends back to Lua. She was so pretty tonight. And she wasn’t disgusted. Maybe you had a chance.

“Hey. Do you want to go get coffee with me sometime?” Her eyebrows raised, and a smile began to make its way onto her lips.

“Are you asking me on a date?”

“If that’s okay with you, yes.” She was smiling again, and she shyly bumped her arm against yours.