❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ LES kim chaewon x reader
♪ ❝ohh girl I wanna know, are you ready to cry cause I’m no good no good.❞
⭒ previous chapters | wow ⭢jealousy and rings ⭢ star tattoos and milkis ⭢ award shows & drinks ⭢jealousy & more milkis ⭢twilight & jealousy ⭢ butterflies ⭢ coming down
↳ warnings wow!yn, chaewon is down bad and is ignoring all the flags, kissing, swearing
“am i the first girl to ever be in here?”
chaewon winced the second the words slipped past her lips. she didn’t mean for them to sound so intimate, but now they were out there, hanging in the air like smoke.
yn turned to look at her slowly, and chaewon regretted everything instantly. especially when she saw the grin forming on the other girl’s lips.
“you want an honest answer?”
chaewon hesitated, her confidence folding under yn’s stare. “yes—wait, no—wait, yes.” she groaned softly at herself, burying her face in the blanket like she could hide from her own awkwardness.
yn laughed, tugging her a little closer by the sleeve of her hoodie. “calm down,” she said with a soft chuckle. “outside of my members, yeah, you’re the only girl I’ve brought in here.”
chaewon’s chest warmed with that. she tried to play it off with a small smile, but it was so obvious she was melting.
“not even…?”
yn raised an eyebrow. “who?”
“oh, you know. winter? or should I call her minjeong?” chaewon tested, tilting her head just a little, watching for a reaction.
she got one.
yn’s teasing expression dropped like a curtain falling after a show. her features went blank. unreadable. like she flipped a switch and turned the lights off inside her eyes.
“let’s not talk about her.”
chaewon blinked, startled by how fast the mood shifted. yn sat back against the bean bag, eyes on the ceiling now, jaw clenched in a way chaewon hadn’t seen all night.
it was silent again. except this time, it wasn’t cozy.
“okay,” chaewon said quietly, looking off to the side to defuse the tension, yn always got like this when minjeong was mentioned, just like last time when yujin and wonyoung brought her up.
they sat like that for a while. the music still playing low, rain still tapping against the roof. chaewon thought maybe she crossed a line, but yn didn’t move away or shut down entirely. she just... needed a second.
when yn finally spoke again, her voice was soft. “being a leader seems like it fucking sucks.”
chaewon let out a half laugh, relieved. “yeah,” she admitted, leaning her head back, “it really does.”
and so began the rant.
chaewon spilled everything, the pressure, the exhaustion, the endless need to perform even when she felt like crumbling. the loneliness that came with always being the strong one, the responsible one, the one who couldn’t afford to lose her cool even when everything felt like it was spiraling.
yn listened, eyes half lidded, head tilted slightly in that way she did when she was genuinely tuned in. once in a while, she’d hum or nod or toss in a short comment like “damn” or “that’s fucked,” but mostly she just let chaewon talk. no judgment. no interruptions. just presence.
“how do you do it?” chaewon asked after a pause, eyes flicking toward yn. “you’re always so… chill. like nothing ever really gets to you.”
yn raised an eyebrow. “who said nothing gets to me?”
chaewon shrugged. “you just seem like… you don’t care about anything.”
yn smiled at that. a small, crooked smile. “I don’t know actually.” she said quietly. “I just don’t like feeling a lot you know? it’s easier.”
chaewon frowned a little. “easier for you or for everyone else?”
yn looked over at her, gaze unreadable. “does it matter?”
chaewon didn’t answer.
the conversation turned lighter again after that. they talked about random things, the worst stages they’ve done, fan signs, the time rei got lost in a convenience store for twenty minutes, how yunjin once tried to fix the wifi but made it completely worse.
but yn kept flirting. and chaewon kept letting her.
yn would say things like “you’re lucky you’re cute,” when chaewon said something dumb. or she’d randomly brush chaewon’s hair behind her ear, her fingers lingering too long on her cheek. or she'd rest her hand on chaewon’s knee like it belonged there.
and the worst part? chaewon wasn’t stopping her. she wasn’t even pretending to resist.
she knew, knew that yn wasn’t the type to be tied down. she saw the signs. she heard the stories. but none of it mattered when yn was looking at her like that, touching her like this, saying her name so softly it made her ribs ache.
it was a losing game. but she didn’t want to stop playing.
still, her thoughts wandered.
to her.
“…were you and winter together?” chaewon asked softly, eyes not quite meeting yn’s.
the shift was immediate. yn’s body language changed. she didn’t pull away no, she leaned in closer.
too close.
“why are you asking?” yn murmured, one hand gently resting against chaewon’s jaw, thumb brushing along her cheek. her voice was low, her touch distracting, and chaewon’s brain short circuited.
“I… I just…” her words tripped over themselves again, especially as yn’s fingers trailed down the side of her neck, slow, purposeful.
“don’t bring her up,” yn whispered, and before chaewon could say anything else, yn leaned in and pressed a kiss to her lips.
it was soft. but not shy.
it was a kiss meant to silence.
and it worked. chaewon melted into it, her hand gripping the blanket like a lifeline. yn kissed like she was in control of time itself ,slow, steady, just the right amount of pressure, like she knew exactly what she was doing to chaewon’s already fragile heart.
when they finally pulled apart, chaewon blinked slowly, lips still tingling. “is this…” she swallowed, “is this gonna be a recurring thing?”
yn didn’t answer right away.
chaewon’s voice wavered. “do these kisses mean anything?”
yn opened her mouth to reply, but then of course her phone buzzed on the floor beside them.
chaewon glanced down.
❄️ 1 message received
yn grabbed the phone quickly and flipped it over, screen down, then shoved it to the side like it didn’t exist. she turned back to chaewon with a faint smile, ignoring the question hanging in the air like smoke.
“do you want cookies?” she asked, already getting up and stretching like nothing happened.
chaewon blinked. “what?”
“i’ve got some in the back. chocolate chip.”
“…you’re serious?”
“dead serious.”
and just like that, the topic was dropped. her question was left unanswered. and yn, ever the the girl that she is, walked off like she hadn’t just kissed someone breathless and ignored the aftermath.
chaewon sat there, lips still parted, heart in her throat, and mind spinning.
maybe she should walk away. maybe she should’ve paid attention to the red flags. but right now, she wanted cookies. and she wanted yn.
even if it hurt later.
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