#siyeon fluff

"... and be prepared for more downpours for the next few days."

Frowning at the downpour outside the windows of the library, you sighed knowing that you should probably start making your way back home before another mini flood happens and you get trapped in another part of town. With the cooling air conditioning blasting and the cold weather adding to the atmosphere, you had planned to go directly home and take a nice, long nap before working on the paperwork assigned to you by the company to get more ideas for content creation but as your phone buzzed, you slid it out to see a notification for a Vlive.

Searching through your memory, you don't seem to remember that anyone was scheduled to be going live today, especially since it was a couple days off to rest after filming some filler content. To be safe, you pulled out your calendar on your phone to double-check your suspicions and were relieved to find that you were right. Clicking on the notification, you were met with darkness at first before the familiar face of your older member came into view in dim lighting and you smiled slightly when you heard soft beats of music in the background reminding you of the playlist you were listening to as you were reading in the library.

"... What am I doing?"

You could see her squint her eyes in the darkness as she read an English comment and the way the cogs in her head turned as she translated her reply in English before she let out a satisfied smile. Not thinking too much into it, you kept Siyeon's stream on as you packed the rest of your belongings into your bag. It was until you paid closer attention to her actions that you realized something was up. She seemed more sluggish than usual and... quickly turning your phone brightness to the brightest it could go, you could see her nestled comfortably in a familiar hoodie. Or more specifically, the oversized hoodie you kept in the dorm, nicknamed by everyone else as the "bad feels" hoodie.

You wore the hoodie whenever you needed comforting and whenever any members see you in the hoodie, they know to leave you to your own space and that you would approach them for comfort and cuddles when you wanted. It was almost a rule that affection would not be denied if you come looking for it.

Seeing the hoodie on your elder member was weird but the hoodie held a universal meaning no matter who wore it; and to be presented with a choice between paperwork and your biased favorite member of the group? It wasn't even a choice at all. Taking one last look at the Vlive, you shut it off as you pulled out the map on your phone and searched up the nearest location to Siyeon's favorite cafe.

With a deep breath, you walked out the doors of the library, braving the rain.

The Vlive lasted for over an hour before Siyeon heard the sound of banging on the front door, scaring her slightly. Everyone was supposed to be out on their own schedules today except her, and everyone knew the passcode to the door. Hearing another bang, she quickly ended the live and approached the door cautiously.

Another loud knock made her slowly approach the door, wishing and wondering why the door to the dorm lacked a peephole to see who was behind it. Unlatching the lock, Siyeon slowly opened a crack and peeped through it to see a very familiar wet figure.

Swinging open the door as fast as she could, she stared in shock at your shivering frame, and when you noticed that the door was opened, you looked up at Siyeon with a smile, teeth clattering against one another.

"Unnie..."

Eyes suddenly widening as if you remembered something, you lifted your other hand to Siyeon while she continued staring in confusion and concern.

"T-this is f-for you. Your favourite, white m-mocha choco."

Quickly ushering you inside, you stood still where she left you, hand still outreached with the drink in hand as she ran into the closest bathroom and returned with towels. Throwing one on your head, you let the ends flop down as she wrapped the other around your shoulders. Only then did she give you a look over again, taking the drink from your hand, setting it on the nearest flat surface, and drying you off the best she could while you remained still and stared at her innocently.

"I-I mean I don't think it's h-hot anymore but still-"

"You're such a fool."

Seeing the way her eyes softened as she said that, you knew that she wasn't truly mad at you. You shudder thinking of the fact how other members were to react if they were in Siyeon's shoes but it was mistaken by her as you shivering from the cold. Pulling you close to her, she guided your head to lay on her chest as she rested her cheeks on top of yours, hand gently stroking down your back and patting your head with the other.

"Why did you..."

She trailed off with a sigh as she shook her head.

"You didn't have to, you know. Unnie should be the one taking care of you and now you're going to fall sick trying to take care of unnie."

"But I want to. I want to become someone that you can turn to and get comfort from."

You argued back but made no sign to leave her embrace or even lift your head up to look at her while she soothingly rocked the both of you.

"And you already are. I don't need you to do anything or give me anything. All I ask is for you to be safe and happy and that brings me comfort."

Slowly taking careful steps backwards, Siyeon guided your movements and you only opened your eyes to peek out behind the towel when you came to a stop. Only spotting a door in your line of sight, you were slightly surprised as the door was opened by Siyeon and she gave you a gentle shove in with a hand on your waist revealing the bathroom in her room. Turning around, your heart melted as her soft laughter echoed in the empty room, clearly entertained by your small stumble due to suddenly having your support to stand, moving away. Once she got herself together, you couldn't help but smile back at her loving gaze.

"Wash up. I'll leave a set of my hoodie and pants for you. Then after, we'll cuddle and watch a movie together, alright?"

When the measured knock came at your door in the dead of the night, like any other sane person, you should’ve written it off as a strange noise and ignored it. Instead, you pushed up your reading glasses before grabbing the scissors from your desk, marching towards your door with unearned confidence.

Your living room had barely any lights on, though you knew this dingy apartment like the back of your hand. Rounding the tables and corners with ease, you made sure to avoid certain creaky floorboards before pressing your head to the peephole. 

One hand on your doorknob and another clutching the scissors behind your back, you studied the person under the flickering corridor light. To say you were surprised would be the understatement of the century. 

Because draped on the frame of your front door was none other than Siyeon. 

Her left hand clutched her mask, as she pressed it to her stomach while her right was barely holding the weight of her body. Midnight black hair sticking to her sweat laden forehead, strands falling down her neck where they mixed with blood just as dark as her hair. 

The sight was jarring. You should’ve been worried, you should’ve been terrified, and you definitely should’ve been shaking with trepidation… yet all you could wonder was how she’d ended up at your door. And why? 

You opened the door, letting the flickering light wash into your dreary living room as your hands fell to your side. Siyeon finally looked up, eyes unfocused and lifeless, yet she was still smiling, teeth tinted red with blood. 

Pointing at the scissors that had appeared, she only uttered a grating ha! As if to mock you for your half-hearted preparations to protect yourself, before collapsing at your feet. 

As much as you wanted to see her fall face first, the doctor in you with a somewhat decent moral compass overpowered that desire. You dropped your scissors and stepped right in front of her path… although your embrace wasn’t flawless.

The crown of Siyeon’s head planted right into your stomach, earning a deep grunt from you. Ignoring the pain blooming at your side, you placed your arms underneath Siyeon’s and practically dragged her across your floor. You might as well have held her by the ankle and thrown her across your living room because whatever you were attempting wasn’t tactful. 

With great effort, you’d managed to plant her on your sofa. Her left leg, after many attempts to place it neatly above, kept slipping down so you’d given up on it altogether. You knew she was breathing, she was alive and well—well enough to not be dying—so the sight of her staining your beige coach with crimson should have put you off. 

Yet you stood straight, knuckles pushing up your glasses as you studied her with deadly focus. There were cuts on her face, a wound to her stomach that had slowed down but still bleeding—probably by a knife she missed when she was being too cocky—and no doubt, underneath her suit, her skin would be littered with bruises. Shaking your head, you walked to your bathroom and fished out your medical kit. 

When you grabbed a cushion from the couch and kneeled on it, you heard her restricted gasps. Just as you were pulling out the needle for the stitches she’d need, you felt the flat of a nail fall down your cheekbone, knocking past the frame of your glasses. 

“You’re back,” she said in a pained whisper. 

Pulling away from her touch, you did something you’d one too many times. With practised precision and poise, you pulled off the pieces of her suit before rolling up her shirt to see the wound. You let out a hiss at the ripe flesh still pumping out blood. Not far from it, were other scars earned from similar circumstances with your still hands having stitched them together. 

“I always liked you with glasses,” Siyeon stated. Her finger, once again, loosely caressed your cheek. This time you were too focused to shirk away from her touch, instead you opted to ignore her completely, though she didn’t mind. Even in her terrible state, she kept rambling, “You were always busy, always teaching, always working, always writing—typing away on your computer in the dead of night with your lights off and ruining your eyesight—oof!”

The corner of your lip twitched upward when you shut her up, she had gotten far too comfortable under your touch. However, her finger had never left your cheek, at this point, you were sure she was just drawing shapes on your face but you couldn’t be bothered to ask her to stop. 

Siyeon stayed silent and you stayed by her side, mending her patiently. Every second felt painfully familiar, comfortable, and like home… so you couldn’t help but speak to her.

“I stopped teaching,” was all you said as you packed up your needle after pulling down her shirt carefully. You could imagine the expression of confusion followed by embarrassment that would accompany the small oh she muttered. “Scooch over.”

Seating yourself at the edge of the couch, you leaned over to push back her sweaty hair that stuck to her face. Her wound wasn’t as horrendous as you had expected, there was a gash at her temple with dried blood and her split lip—all quick work. Once again, in silence you began to mend her, however this time it was hard to avoid her presence. Every flit down her delicate features, now marred with sweat and grime, had your heart hammering against your chest, especially when you caught her intense gaze, almost studying you as if she might forget how you look if she didn’t.

“All done,” you breathed out, as you carefully placed a plaster over her temple, painfully aware of how close you were to her. Before Siyeon could utter anything that would break your resolve, you carried on, “Do you need a shower? Fresh clothes? Do you want me to move you to the bed, I’m working late anyway—”

“It’s fine,” Siyeon scrunched her eyebrows as she turned towards you. “I want to stay here.”

With you, were the words Siyeon had to bite back. 

Sighing, you used the pad of your thumb to smoothen out her eyebrows as you started. “When I said, come visit me some time, this is not what I meant.” 

With a scoff, Siyeon snuggled further down and leaned into your palm. “When did you stop teaching?”

Gulping, you tucked a stray strand of her hair behind her ear before beginning to clean up. You decided to ignore the small groan that left Siyeon when you pulled your hand away from her. 

“A few months ago,” you answered, purposely ignoring her eyes. “I’m focusing on my paper, it’s almost finished now.” 

Another oh left Siyeon and you decided you’d had enough of this interaction, after all, you had a thesis to complete. However, when you tried to get up, Siyeon’s hand shot out to stop you. 

“You can’t stay by my side for just one night?” The words were innocent enough, and from her lips, they were oh so desperate, it almost made you falter. However, a small part in the back of your brain could only think of how she’d thrown them at your face all those months ago. 

You prioritised your work. 

But so had she. 

When Siyeon caught your glaring at her suit, she opened her mouth to interject any repeat of your separation. Instead, with a voice smaller than her pained one, you asked, “What were you doing tonight, Siyeon? Why are you here? At the other side of the city?”

“Drug cartel—“

“Let me guess, there were too many people than you had imagined and you’d gotten yourself to the brink of death!” The moment you said it, you wanted to take it back. You hated how venomous and uncaring you sounded, your tone was cold and condescending but you didn’t how else to show just how scared you were—still are!—for her safety. 

Knowing better than to bite back, Siyeon pushed her head back and stared at your ceiling. With a deep breath, she began patiently stating her facts. 

“I knew exactly how many people were there. I’d planned my entry and exit. I knew there would be knives and guns, it’s a drug cartel. And… I did get cocky and got myself nicked but I also knew you’d be home, not far from where the shipment is taking place.” Reaching out to take your hand in hers, she finished. “I’m fine now. I’m safe. Because of you, and soon I’ll be fully healed, ready to get beat up all over again—ow, hey!”

You had twisted the hand that was holding yours and watched Siyeon squirm, though there was no pain evident on her face because, with just a flick of her wrist, she disarmed you. 

“How on earth did you get enhanced sight and hearing, enhanced speed and agility, enhanced pain tolerance! And whatever else you can freakishly do yet not get enhanced healing?” You said, looking quizzically at your free palms that caused her no harm.

“The world works in strange ways, babe.” You cringed at the pet name, even more so at the goofy smirk she was wearing. “Plus, that’s why I have you, right?”

There was something sincere in Siyeon’s eyes as she said the last line, something akin to the tumultuous fondness you both had shared, something you know both of you still have under simmering the surface, locked away in the deepest parts of your minds.

Looking away, you remembered you had a paper to complete and research to finish in the morning. Like clockwork, you returned to the calculated person that opened the door and mended Siyeon, and she seemed to notice the change as she pulled her arm away from you. 

“Are you sure you don’t want to be moved to my bed?” Siyeon only shook her head, before turning away from you and facing the couch. You took in a breath, to say something, to fix whatever you’d done but frankly, you were just too tired. 

Shaking your head, you got up and returned to your thesis. However, not before placing the laptop on the other end of your desk, so you could keep an eye on Siyeon. Probably not your brightest idea, because at every flinch, every gasp, and every murmur you startled and studied her. Barely getting any work done, you decided it was time to sleep. 

When you brought a blanket from your room to place on Siyeon, you sighed at her clutching her shirt. People are supposed to look peaceful in their sleep, yet even now Siyeon could barely get any rest. Tucking her in carefully, you carefully dragged the pad of your thumb across her furrowed eyebrows in an attempt to smoothen her worries. Then you inched forward, then hesitated, but sighed before placing a soft kiss on her forehead. She didn’t need to know about this.

In the morning, you were rushing around your small house with terrifying focus that you missed Siyeon grumble awake. Instead, she opted to watch you in silence as you set up a plate on the kitchen counter and scribbled something beside it. When you reached your coat rack, Siyeon finally spoke up.

“Nice of you to leave your number before running away in the morning without even saying goodbye,” Siyeon said, her voice deep having just woken up. 

“Ha. Ha. You’re very funny,” you deadpanned. Rolling your eyes at her inane joke, you turned to face her as you put on your coat. Siyeon winced as she raised herself on her elbows to look at you before offering you her wolfish smirk. Shaking your head, you walked back to the kitchen to grab your bag and run around the house to make sure you had everything.

“I made breakfast, make sure to eat it. I also washed your suit, though I couldn’t be bothered to stitch it up, that's on you.” You said, double-checking you haven't left any folders on your desk. “I’m sure I still have some of your clothes I stole, so try not to get stabbed on the bus back home.” You searched your mind for anything else, before coming to a stop in front of your couch, struggling to say the last order which was on the tip of your tongue. 

“Where are you going?” Siyeon asked, laying back again, mindlessly rubbing her arm. 

“I still have some research hours left, so I’m gonna lock myself in the lab,” you said, dryly as you patted your coat pockets before finding the correct pocket and pulling out the spare key. Placing it on the coffee table, you said, “Don’t throw yourself from the window and leave like a normal person. Return the key when you can, hopefully not when you’re dying at my doorstep, please.” 

“So you want me to come over again?” You could imagine the garish grin and her wiggling eyebrows as she asked the question. When you rolled your eyes, yet again, Siyeon sighed. “But seriously, Y/N, I really appreciate this… I really appreciate you.” 

Looking at the key, your eyes flashed white as she said that. Sensing Siyeon shuffling closer, you darted to the end of the couch and turned to pull the blanket to her before tucking her in again. 

“Stay—” you stuttered when you saw the creases on Siyeon’s forehead again. Once again, you wanted to press her worries away, and when you glanced at the expression she wore you ached to kiss her forehead again but something stopped you. Not looking at her, you patted her hand before giving it a squeeze. “Stay as long you want.”

Your hand was already leaving her when Siyeon tried to reach out, perhaps her reflexes weren’t that fast. Gripping your bag, you headed to your door when the final order came to your lips. 

“Heat up your breakfast, literally takes a second to just microwave it. Don't be lazy!” You shouted, before slamming the door shut but not before hearing Siyeon chuckling. 

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“Come on slow poke! Hurry up, before the line gets too long.”

Siyeon skips ahead of you, displaying that boundless energy you know so well. She’s been your best friend since you were in diapers and you knew everything about her, as she did you. You con’t help the smile that graces your face when she turns to you and sticks her tongue out.

“You’re so slow, will you just come on?” Siyeon makes a show of stomping over to you and grabbing you hand.

“You ever think maybe you are the one moving too fast?”

Her eyebrows lift at you but she doesn’t give any other response. She simply drags you to the cotton candy stand at her pace. The line isn’t too bad so the two of you just wait in a comfortable silence. That’s when Siyeon can’t help but notice just how soft your hand is for the billionth time since you met in grade school. 

When you first met, Siyeon was the one to approach you first, requesting to be your friend, and the rest was history. That, of course, is until middle school where she began to develop feelings for you she couldn’t quite understand. She manages to put it aside until your sophomore year of high school together. That is when she began to really notice how nice you always smell, how soft your skin was to the touch, and how any time you were in her proximity her heart beat violently in her chest. Had she had crushes outside of you? Definitely, but she always found herself comparing every prospective partner to you; and they just never managed to measure up to her expectations. She tried to occupy her mind with other things to forget about her feelings for you but to no avail. 

Eventually, she joined an amateur rock band with a few of your mutual friends as the lead singer. This time Siyeon thought for sure she could forget about you romantically, because the amount of groupies she had was through the roof. Maybe, just maybe she could occupy the empty space in her heart with these other people. Again, they never measure up to you.

So here you are together in your freshman year of college together and her feelings have never wavered. After consulting her friends and bandmates they came up with a game plan. She would take you on a date in order to ask you out, which was an awesome plan. Except, she never told you it was a date when she asked you. You assumed that this trip to Lotte World was just an ordinary hang out between you two.

Though this isn’t an ideal scenario Siyeon decides to make the most of it. Even if you didn’t know it was a date, she was hell bent on treating it as such.

“Yah, your hands are so soft.” 

Siyeon brings your hand in front of her face and rubs it in awe.

“It’s called lotion Siyeon. I can lend you some of the one I use if you like it that much.”

All you get is a hum in what you assume is approval. She places your hands back down by your sides and not long after she’s picking at the skin on your hands. You smile a tiny smile and just let her do her thing. You always found it cute, even though you weren’t sure where the habit came from. She does it every time she has any kind of access to your hands so you always just assumed it was a comfort thing. When you look over at her face she’s so spaced out that she doesn’t notice you two are next in line.

“Hun, are you going to order or should I do it for you?”

“Eh?“ Siyeon looks over at you with her mouth open in surprise. All you can do is laugh and order her what you know she likes.

“You doing okay Singnie? You’re being a little weird.” You eye her skeptically and take notice of the way she shifts your hand from one of hers to the other. 

“Y/N do you ever want to just do something but can’t seem to work up the nerve for it?“

“All the time, you know how anxious I get.“ Siyeon nods at that and you watch as she takes a deep breath. 

“What would you say if I told you that I want to be more than just your best friend.“ Her voice is small but you hear her loud and clear.

At first you think she’s just messing with you and then you see the earnest feelings in her eyes. Then, you feel how despite her nerves and fear of rejection, she continues to hold your hand and pinch at it.

“I would say what does the upgraded package include that I don’t already get as your best friend?“ 

Siyeon’s eyes meet yours to see that oh so familiar mischievous glint in your eyes. One of her hands leaves your hand and gently rests on your hip.

“Well it comes with lip kisses instead of just cheek kisses as the standard,“ She steps a little closer and slides her hand further until she rests on the small of your back. “But it’s really more of a customizable exclusivity bundle.“

“Meaning?“ You snort but caress her face anyway.

“Meaning whatever you want, you can have.“ 

With that you both lean in to share your first kiss.

“Y/N. Let me be yours?“

 You don’t respond with words right away. You wrap your arms around her, food forgotten, in a warm hug.

“You already are Singnie. Now come on, let’s eat and go play some games.“

Agreeing to play a mini-game of Quidditch with the group of goblins you call friends may not have been your wisest decision. 

Not to say you couldn’t handle a broom, but amongst actual Quidditch players and friends who had no conscience when it came to competitions, it was not an understatement to say your life was in danger. Of course, these thoughts only occurred as you were plummeting from an unimaginable height and not when you’d made an outrageous bet under the high of completing your OWLs exams. 

One second you were zipping past your friends, teeth bearing grin on your face and the Quaffle secure in your hand, and the next you were thrown off of your broom. No Quaffle, no broom, and no grin. Flailing about like a fish out of water, the wind thrashed at your uniform and swallowed your screams as you gained speed, the ground rising up at an alarming rate. 

Before you could even think of grabbing your wand to cast a cushioning spell to save yourself from your impending doom, a strong hand wrapped around your waist and hoisted you uncomfortably onto their broom. However, with your saviour’s momentum and how close to the ground you had been, their broom went careening, throwing you off of a broom for the second time today. 

Fortunately, you seemed to have somewhat conscientious friends as you felt a soft thump against your back before rolling onto the pitch, eating grass. Your saviour came to a stop next to you, panting, dishevelled, and no doubt furious at your attackers. 

Huffing and puffing, Siyeon asked breathily to the sky, “are you okay, Y/N?”

“That was so stupid–“ Siyeon’s head snapped to you, her face contorted into confusion while she tried to prop herself up on her elbows, “I would’ve been fine!–“

Funnily enough, as you made your point, you began coughing as if your body were to say that no, you would not have been fine. Though you doubted your own reflexes, you were thankful for your friends who watched the stupid bets and hasty matches instead of taking part, if not for them…you would definitely not be fine. 

Siyeon scooted closer to you, cautiously angling herself above you as her thumb caressed your cheek. “Eyelash,” was all she said as she avoided your gaze; a pitiful reason to hold your face. Leaning into her touch, you pressed your lips into a thin line to suppress the laughter emerging at her pathetic attempt at flirting. 

“We lost the bet,” you sighed out, watching your friends on their brooms lowering themselves to the ground having scored the winning point. You turned back to Siyeon, it was difficult to not notice the worry etched in the creases of her forehead when she was only inches away. “We could’ve–”

Siyeon watched you swear under your breath as you vented about what could’ve happened. A soft smile appeared on her lips, seeing that you were good enough to be more concerned about a stupid bet even after your terrifying fall. Siyeon shook her head and said, “you’re an idiot, you know.” 

You paused your rant and looked back at Siyeon, really looked at her; she must’ve been really worried. “Yes, but I’m your idiot,” you said offering an impish grin, before you took the hand that held your cheek and pushed forward to peck her lips. Even she couldn’t argue with that logic, so before you could properly thank her she leaned in for another. Siyeon seemed seemed a bit better after that; the two of you just there, in the middle of a the Quidditch field, chuckling and mildly delirious.

Of course, that moment disappeared just as quickly as you’d been flung off of your broom. 

“Wrong, you’re both idiots.” A sharp voice from above you said, “and that was unbearable to watch, by the way.” 

Above you, floating on his Nimbus broom sat the Slytherin chaser, Yoon Jeonghan; the Quaffle in one hand accompanied by a bright smile that can only be worn by a ruthless winner. Beside him, the Gryffindor Seungcheol, who on the other hand, wore an apologetic smile for tackling you. A mini-match of Quidditch with your friends was no simple task, especially with the bet you’d agreed upon…which was exactly why Siyeon said this next.

“You cheated!” Siyeon accused, fully sitting up now as Jeonghan landed, shaking his head. 

“I did no such thing! That’s our move, it’s just basic Quidditch!” Jeonghan said, as Siyeon wagged her finger. 

“We play Quidditch,” she said motioning to her and Jeonghan, then pointed at your, nearly poking an eye out. “Y/N doesn’t! You can’t pull stuff like that!” 

Jeonghan shrugged, “Seungcheol doesn’t play Quidditch either so–”

“Jeonghan, how is that fair? Seungcheol is built like a Giant– I demand a rematch!” Your small group of friends that had gathered to watch the two Slytherins yell, grunted in disapproval at Siyeon’s words. It was understandable, with their OWLs completed and three somewhat decent mini-games of Quidditch behind them, all anyone wanted was a filling dinner and good night of sleep. 

Raising an eyebrow, Jeonghan said, “try again. Loser.” 

Siyeon’s mouth fell open as charged silence fell over the group, even you were holding your breath and when Siyeon spoke next, snorts and sniggers erupted amongst your friends. With her head hanging low, Siyeon grumbled, “please consider a rematch…Professor Yoon.” 

Jeonghan brought a finger to his lips as he pretended to contemplate this suggestion while he jumped off of his broom. Then with a saccharine smile, he said, “permission denied, Ms Lee.” 

Nayeon’s unique guffaw was heard above your friends' cackles while Jeonghan stared at Siyeon with a triumphant grin. Seungcheol, dropping down from his broom, walked over to you to help you up with an apology on his lips. 

Being the honourable loser, you said, “thank you, Professor Choi.”

With his dimples in full display, he only cringed at your words as the rest of you watched Jeonghan drill out orders for Siyeon to carry out. Though you and Joshua were also supposed to be carrying out this punishment, you hung back with the rest of the group, laughing at the sight of Siyeon running behind her professor as the sun began to descend, signalling the last night of your fifth year at Hogwarts.