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pairings: city girl!daniela avanzini x country!gp!reader
tags: smut, dry humping, handjob, r is strong(ish), inexperienced r, kinda bratty dani
a/n: this is my first fic in so long, and also the longest one i've ever written! not proofread, so sry for mistakes! also my first time writing gp
it was the last semester of senior year, and daniela had already gotten in to her dream college, so she had nothing to worry about.
as one of the popular girls of her school, part of a clique called the kats, she was anything but well behaved.
she’d been careful, of course, always respectful and polite to her teachers to ensure she got the highest grades, but when school got out, she was a different story.
daniela and her friends had thrown a party at her house, or better yet, her mansion, while her parents were out of town. they all got drunk and wiped out in the living room, and unfortunately were still there by the time her parents got home.
broken bottles, abandoned cups, random socks, and even a few condom wrappers littered the grounds of her house, both inside and out.
to say her parents were furious was an understatement. she gets into trouble a lot, usually always related to drinking or breaking curfew, but this time her father had enough.
so that’s how, on her first day of summer break, she wound up waking at 5 in the morning to make the long drive out to the country side to go stay with her father’s best friend and his family.
she had met the man, mr. l/n, when she was a little kid, and she faintly remembered him having a kid around her age, not that she could remember anything more than that.
“daniela, when we get there, you must show mr. l/n respect, ok?” her father said, stern, his hands gripping the wheel of his bmw suv tightly.
“but dad—“ she started to protest before he cut her off.
“ah, ah, ah. i don’t wanna hear it, young lady, you’re lucky enough that your mother and i aren’t sending you to military school. or something” before he could lecture her any farther, he was turning the truck down a worn gravel road.
dust flew up with each slow movement of his tires, and he’d definitely have to get it cleaned to get the dirt now clinging to his shiny black paint job off.
“but dad—“ you started, to which you were promptly cut off.
“look, it ain’t your fault she’s coming here, ok? but i told mr. avanzini we’d take care of his daughter”
“but don’t you remember, when we were kids, she used to take my hat and throw it in the dirt just ‘cause i called her pretty?” you tried to remind your father, now somewhat scared to meet this girl you hadn’t seen since you were about 9 years old.
he chuckled, patted your back, and looked out the window. “they’re here, best be polite to ‘em, you hear me?”
“yes dad”
the two of you walked out front of the country house. it was two stories and white with pale blue shutters around each window, the paint fresh since you had redone it about 3 months ago, simply because you were bored. you step onto the wraparound wooden porch with a soft thud of your boots, making your way to the top of the gravel driveway just in time to see a fancy car pull in.
you take your hat off out of respect, and the moment that door swings open, your hat falls to the ground.
you had been expecting some mean looking girl with frizzy curls and a bright red dress, because that’s exactly what she looked like last time she met you.
what you weren’t expecting was…. this.
daniela stepped out of the car, each curl meticulously coiled and laid upon her shoulders in a way that looked effortless but must’ve taken hours.
she had dressed for the occasion, or at least had tried to— she wore designer knee high boots, the smallest light wash jean shorts you’ve ever seen, and a white baby tee that barely covered her chest, something written on it in red rhinestones.
she pulled her sunglasses off, placing them on top of her head as she looked around. you took her in, noticing how tall the heel of her boots were, meaning she’s probably a lot shorter than you are even with her shoes on.
you didn’t have long to look at her before you were snapped back to reality by her scoff, reminding you to pick up your fallen hat.
“dad, this is funny, i get it, i fucked up, lets go home now” she said, clearly thinking this was some kind of joke.
her father stayed silent, walking around the trunk of the car and opening it to pull out her louis vuitton suitcases.
“daniela, come help with these”
she walked over, each step planned and perfect, her head held high. by the time he had helped her bring her luggage to the porch, with the exception of the one small duffel she was holding, you were being engulfed in a bear hug.
you pat mr. avanzini’s back awkwardly as he yammered on about how much you’ve grown up, and then luckily, his attention shifted to your father and they were already walking off to go have a look around.
you watched them head off until you felt something being pressed into your chest.
you looked forwards and saw daniela giving you her duffel bag, letting go the moment your arms reached to steady it.
“don’t drop it” was the only thing she said before walking into your house, the heels of her fancy boots clicking on the wooden floors.
you stand there, dumfounded and holding her bag, which was way heavier than it looked.
after a few paces she turns back to you, rolls her eyes, and says “are you gonna show me around or what? cmon farm girl, i don’t have all day”
the next morning, she comes down around noon when you’re already having your lunch, your boots dusty from the horses.
her curls fall over her shoulders in ringlets, messy but somehow still perfect. she was in a white tank top that made it obvious she had no bra on under and a pair of sleep shorts that barely covered her ass.
you do what you can to restrain yourself from looking, trying to stop the blood from rushing straight down to your dick as you look at your plate, which is empty apart from the crumbs.
“i was hoping you’d be up soon” you say with a smile, trying your best to treat her kindly because, at the end of the day, she was gonna be here. for a while.
“the horses are about ready, if you’d like to go for a ride” you tell her, standing to wash your plate off in the sink.
she scoffs, a sound you’ve become familiar with in the past 24 hours. “isn’t there anything better to do around here? like a mall or something?”
“the closest mall is about an hour away… and it’s more of a… collection of stores along the side of the road” you answer.
she groans in annoyance, sitting down in one of the chairs at the dining table.
“if you wanna get dressed, i was serious about taking you out with the horses” you offer again, a part of you hoping she’d say yes.
“absolutely” daniela says, smiling in a way that’s too good to be true.
“really?” you say, face lighting up in excitement
“yeah, when hell freezes over!” she says in that same cheery voice with the fake smile before grabbing her phone and heading back up the stairs.
it takes her about a week to finally give in.
you were outside, brushing the sides of your favorite horse. he was brown with white around her hooves, and a light colored mane and tail. you had just finished doing the other 3 horses, so you were sweating and your boots were already dirty.
you were in some old white t shirt that was a lot closer to being cream now, and a pair of dark wash jeans that were tattered at the ends, a red worn baseball hat on top of your head.
your father had announced he was going into town for the day and would be back tomorrow, something about one of his friends visiting, so the house was empty and daniela was bored.
she walked in, wearing a pair of flare jeans with a flannel top that was tied in the middle of her chest over a white crop top, and announced herself with a simple “god, it stinks in here”
“that would be the horse shit” you answer, not taking your eyes off the brush or bothering to turn and see her, assuming she was here to bother or tease you like usual.
“how do you even ride one of those?” daniela asks with a scoff, trying to sound less interested than she is.
“why, you interested?”
you smiled, finally turning to see her, your eyes raking up and down her body subconsciously.
she leaned back against the stall door, the fabric over her chest stretching tighter, and she couldn’t pretend like she wasn’t checking you out either.
the way your throat bobbed as you swallowed dryly from just the sight of her, a reaction she was used to from the people she interacted with at school but somehow felt different coming from you. the way your hands were splayed over the brush, the sleeves on your arm clinging to the muscle there, the sweat dripping off your temple…
“it can’t be that hard, can it?” she finally said when she was done looking you over.
“i can teach you” you say, genuinely getting excited again though mentally preparing yourself to get shot down like usual.
“ok”
“look, i know you think horses are— wait, what?” you say, freezing and nearly dropping the brush.
“i said ok, it’s not like i just told you that you won the lottery or something, relax” she rolls her eyes and starts walking to you behind the horse.
“woah, woah, woah! rule one, never do that!” you say, quickly pulling her away from the back so that she doesn’t get kicked.
you guide the horse out of the stall, hitching it to the post outside the barn as you lay the saddle pad and then the actual saddle.
you grab the stool from the corner of the room and position it next to the side of the horse, offering her your hand that wasn’t holding the horse.
she reluctantly steps forwards, putting her hand in yours as she steps up the stool. her mind goes fuzzy for a moment, thinking about nothing other than the way your hand felt against hers— large and calloused and warm— until she’s snapped out of it by you saying “you have to take another step to get on the horse”
by the time she’s finally on, you undo the tie and kick the stool aside, swinging yourself onto the horse effortlessly, sitting behind her. you have the reins in your hands, making your arms brush against her sides with each adjustment you guide the horse to do.
the horse starts moving, faster than daniela had anticipated, causing her to lean back into you without meaning to.
she tries to ignore the weird feeling in her stomach as you go, attempting to focus on the dirt on your arms instead, but her mind keeps drifting to the fact that she actually likes the feeling of you close to her like this.
you lead the horse through the trees that start at the edge of your fields, and she hates the way her hands rest over your forearms, tightening every time the horse jolts or steps on a rock.
after about what felt like an eternity for her but was really 20 minutes, you reach a small river and stop for the horse to drink.
you dismount, then help her off and tie him to a tree. you kneel next to the river, dipping your hands in and bringing some to your face to wash off the sweat, sighing in relief of the cool water.
“cmhere” you say with a small laugh, head turning to face her.
“absolutely not” she says, though she can’t fight the smile tugging onto the corners of her lips.
“it feels good, i promise” you say, smiling, and using one of the rocks for leverage to stand.
you offer her your hand, and just as she’s about to take it, you slip.
it happens so quickly, the fall, the splash, your cry of pain.
and just as fast as it happened, she’s running over. daniela forgets her nice clothes and the fact that she’s supposed to hate you and steps into the edge of the river.
you start righting your body, but it’s clear you’re in pain, your hand clutching your wrist.
she reaches for you, her small hands finding their way to your waist in an attempt to steady you. “y/n, are you ok?” she says, helping you out of the water, her voice distressed as she guides you to sit on the ground underneath a tree.
you wince before saying “i’m fine, promise”
“don’t lie to me, i can see you’re in pain” she says, crossing her arms as she kneels next to you. her voice softens before she adds “please, let me help”
your eyes meet hers and see something you’ve never seen before— gentleness and care, and you almost can’t believe that daniela actually cares about you. you give her your hand, and she holds it tenderly, and still you hiss with pain.
“i can still ride, let’s just” another wince “let’s just get home, ok? we can take care of it there”
the moment you two step in the house, she drags you up to your bedroom and pushes you gently by the shoulders to sit on the edge of your bed.
you don’t protest, too dazed from the way she’s handling you to care.
she comes back with a wrap from the first aid box you keep in the kitchen and begins wrapping it from the base of your wrist up your hand and back down, fastening it with a pin.
“do you think it’s broken or something?” she asks, standing between your legs as you stay seated.
“no, it just feels sprained” you pause, flexing your wrist and then immediately wince at the action, regretting your movements “pretty badly though”
“you ok?” she asks, softer than before.
“mhm” you say, eyes fighting to stay on your hand instead of her.
she tilts your chin to force you to look at her, not hard, but enough that you understand she’s serious.
“look at me” her nails press into your jaw, not intentionally or painfully, but you feel it. “why are you being so weird?” she mumbles, eyes searching yours.
you swallow as she stares at you, trying to will all the blood in your body to stop from rushing straight downwards, but it’s no use.
her eyes follow the column of your throat as you swallow and continue downwards until they land on the crotch of your jeans.
“oh” she whispers, a smile forming on her face, but it’s not like the ones you’ve seen before— the ones that signal her about to cause trouble or do something, this is a genuine one.
daniela’s hand moves to fully cup your cheek now, her other one resting on your shoulder as she looks into your eyes once more.
your face is red now, the heat creeping from the tips of your ears down your neck.
“is that from me?” she whispers, her voice lower with something that you can’t seem to understand— desire?
you look away from her eyes but nod, blushing even more if that was possible.
she turns your face back to her “i thought i made it clear i wanted you to look at me”
your eyes meet hers once more and she notices the way you look at her. she had always assumed it was just physical attraction, like the way everyone else used to look at her, but she sees genuine care in you.
she moves both her hands to your shoulders and then straddles you, her pristine jeans brushing against your dirty ones, and your brain short circuits, hands hovering in the air awkwardly.
her fingers move to play with the hair at the nape of your neck as she leans in, breath fanning across your lips as she whispers “you’ve never done this before, have you?
you shake your head no.
she uses one hand to guide yours to her waist, and you wince as your sprained wrist touches her skin.
“shit, i forgot, are you ok?” she says, snapped out of her mood and now worried about you.
“i’m fine” you say softly, hands resting on her waist fully now, even though it hurts a little bit.
“if you’re hurt, we don’t have to—“ she starts, then cuts herself off mid sentence “oh my god, how did i forget? god, your hand, i—“
“dani” you say softly, and your voice brings her out of her ramble “i’m fine, i promise”
you tentatively rest your forehead against hers “i’m ok” you whisper.
your eyes are shut, and you’re so close she can feel each breath and beat of your heart. before she can overthink it, she presses a featherlight kiss to your lips.
you don’t move your lips, unsure what to do, but your fingers curl into her skin.
she keeps her lips pressed against yours, soft and still, until you pull her closer by the waist.
daniela’s hands tangle in your hair as she starts to move her lips against yours, and you clumsily reciprocate.
if she wasn’t so insanely attracted to you, not just in this moment but in general, mixed with the way she cares about you, she’d probably stop you and correct your technique, but she couldn’t care less in this moment.
she licks your bottom lip, then gently moves her tongue into your mouth. you let out a low groan at the feeling and pull her impossibly closer, her clothed core pressing against the buckle of your belt.
she pulls away, gasping for air.
“was i… did i do it right?” you whisper, breathless and holding her close.
“fuck, you--" she takes a deep breath, trying to act like the consistent pressure of you holding her onto your belt buckle without meaning to combined with the feeling of you hard underneath her isn’t driving her crazy.
“dani?” you say softly, releasing your grip a bit as you start to worry.
“just kiss me” she mumbles, kissing her again as she presses closer, trying to signal you to hold her tighter again.
somehow her signal gets through to you, and you hold her close.
she grinds down onto you, and both of you moan at the sensation. she keeps rubbing herself over your buckle, the metal pressing up against her clit through her jeans.
you forget the sprained wrist you have and gently help her move on you, your strength making it almost effortless. she relaxes into your touch, trusting you fully as your tongue explores her mouth with inexperience.
she feels a little guilty, knowing she should be taking care of you, but lets you continue, knowing how pent up she’s been since she got here over a week ago.
you’re stronger than you think you are, so you’re pulling her onto the belt with so much pressure it makes her dizzy in the best way possible.
after a few more of these movements, her thighs start to shake and she grips your shoulders, breaking the kiss.
“don’t stop, please, don’t stop” she moans against your lips, head falling back as she trusts you to make her feel good.
you’re eager to please her, so you follow her words and don’t stop, until she cries out, body tensing, and she cums in her pants.
her nails dig into your shoulders, leaving marks as she grips you like her life depends on it.
she falls limp in your arms, and you release your hold on her waist, wrapping your arms around her instead to hug her.
you ignore the wetness seeping through her jeans onto yours, holding her close and gently stroking her back as she calms down.
once she’s stable enough, she pulls her head back a bit to look at you. you’re sweating a bit, cheeks flushed, a small but proud smile on your lips.
she can’t resist you, pressing another kiss to your lips simply because she can. “you’re cute, you know that?” she whispers, fingers tracing your chest.
you nuzzle into her neck, holding her close, pressing a gentle kiss to the base of it.
her hand trails down your chest to your stomach to rest at the top of your jeans.
“you don’t have to” you whisper, nuzzling closer. “i know you’re tired”
“i want to” she replies, kissing the top of your head “can i?”
“yeah” you mumble into her neck.
her fingers gently unbuckle your belt, then undo the button of your jeans, and then the zipper.
“lift your hips” she says gently, and you do, helping her get your pants down to your ankles, leaving you in your boxers.
she kisses you, softly this time, and her hands toy with the hem of your shirt before tugging on it, silently telling you that she wants it off.
you break the kiss, pulling it over your head. her lips attach to yours again as her nails gently scrape down your hard stomach, and one of your hands gently moves to her shirt.
“can i?” you whisper, and she nods, pulling back.
she takes the flannel off first and then the crop top, leaving her in a lacy white bra that contrasts with her tanned skin. your breath hitches, and you gently bring one hand up. she nods at you for consent, and your hand cups her boob tentatively.
“that’s it, baby” she murmurs, pressing her lips to yours again before pulling your boxers down enough to free your length.
her hand wraps around the base, slowly pumping it once. you let out a low groan, head immediately dropping to rest on her shoulder as she strokes you.
you squeeze her hip with one hand, the other still on her boob. you try to adjust to the feeling of a hand other than your own on your length as she pumps a few more times, thumb moving to spread the precum that’s leaking out of your slit.
“you’re bigger than i thought you’d be” she says softly, her other hand in your hair, scratching your scalp softly. “my poor baby doesn’t know what to do with it, huh?” she coos.
you nod weakly, moaning into her shoulder as her thumb presses your slit.
“don’t worry, baby, we have all summer, ok?” she kisses the top of your head as her hand speeds up.
“dani, i’m close” you whisper into her neck, mixed with another groan. the coil in your stomach gets tighter and tighter as you try to hold yourself back, embarrassed to be so close to cumming in such a short amount of time.
“already?” she says, laughing softly. “it’s ok, baby, i like knowing that i affect you this much”
you hide your burning face even more in her shoulder as she feels your cock twitch in her hands.
“you wanna cum, baby? go ahead”
that’s all it takes to push you over the edge you had been teetering on, your vision whiting out at the sides as you groan, low and loud, face pressing into her shoulder as you spill ropes of cum onto her hand and your stomach.
“fuck dani” you groan as she pumps you through it, both hands now on her waist to squeeze as the blissful feeling takes over your body.
she pulls your face out of her neck and presses gentle kisses to your sweaty temple and flushed cheeks.
“thank you” you whisper, repeating it over and over again as you finally come down from your high.
“no need to thank me” she says softly, scratching your scalp softly again, her cum covered hand resting on your thigh.
“how long are you staying with us?” you murmur softly, not letting go of her waist as you hug her close.
“the rest of summer” daniela whispers, and you smile softly, knowing that she’s yours for another month and a half.
♱ yt video; which katseye member are you dating...?
♱ cw; 7th member!au, affectionate!r, no specified age, no specified info, sophia’s one is long and i’m not sorry
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♱ sophia laforteza; [ weverse ] solarzchipn/n post-slime live
“yeah, but you just stood there and took it--honestly, i’ve never seen anybody less bothered by slime dripping from their nose.” lara laughed, a hand tucking a loose strand of hair back into her hoodie. you rolled your eyes, but the smile on your face gave away the faux edge in your annoyance. “you looked fine.”
you were standing behind the couch the three of them sat on. after a brief ten minutes of bickering about who should get to sit, you firmly decided you would stand, so all three would fit.
yoonchae and lara fell into their usual sibling-like rhythm, you felt the air shift back into the usual chaotic energy of a katseye love. you didn’t speak, only watching as the girls fought. the leader sat to the side, scanning flooding comments instead.
user01 “mom and dad watching their kids” ahh live
user02 “mom and dad-” no that’s mommy and daddy
user03 the way i would’ve jumped y/n’s bones the moment she started pulling that dominant mafia boss gf shit
you leant on your hands, hood over your head. like lara, you had opted for a comfortable option in place of one organized by your stylist. you did not feel like sitting in restrictive clothing while slime trickled down your nose, and thank god for it.
just out the corner of your eye, you felt sophia’s relentless fidgeting. she sat one leg crossed over the other, trying to keep the hem of her orange miniskirt from riding up. she pulled a cushion into her lap, her arms laid across it, and her shoulders tense. you watched her just a bit too long--it wasn’t unusual for sophia to be styled in something skimpy, she enjoyed playing into the aesthetic, but the way her knees kept brushing together, the way her fingers tugged at the ends of her skirt, you could tell she was cold. the other two didn’t notice.
whilst lara ranted on about some prank yoonchae had pulled on her, you, wordlessly, began shedding your hoodie. pawing at the hood until you could lousily pull it over your head.
tugging your shirt back down, you leant forward, sleeves in both hands before you looped your arms around her head and lowered the hoodie, draping it across her lap. sophia’s head snapped up at you in surprise, before her hand gloved yours, giving them a tight squeeze. her fingers lingered as yours brushed over the inside of her thigh, setting the cushion down back over her covered lap. slow enough to hitch her breath.
she didn’t thank you verbally, smiling up at you as you mirrored her expression. you whispered something in her ear.
(“if you were cold, you could’ve just said something, babe.”)
not that the fans could hear, the way your lips brushed her ear.
just as you were about to pull back, she grabbed your wrists, holding them just at her chest. you were yanked forward, resting against sophia’s frame as she leant back into your touch. a soft smile tugged at her lips, cheeks tinted pink.
lara and yoonchae bickered on, oblivious to the way sophia was overcame with a giddiness. but the chat wasn’t as heedless.
user04 so y/n’s that kinda gf and sophia’s that kinda gf??
user05 y/n chillll my girlfriend watches your lives
user06 and just like that i’m pregnant and y/n’s the baby’s father (my baby’s father but i call her daddy ykwim)
eventually, sophia let go of your arms, and you resumed your standing behind the younger members. just as yoonchae and lara dragged you into some game of “acting out a slap scene” masterclass, sophia filmed the three of you. you stood over the youngest member, listening to the indian singer’s instructions before striking the air just beside yoonchae’s cheek. paired with lara’s clap and sophia’s godly camerawork, it was a riot.
she set the phone down, leaning over to adjust it before your hand reached beneath her to cup the cut of her top against her chest. one of her hands palmed over yours, her lips pursing to keep the smile on her face from slipping. but it does.
you moved out of her way so she could sit, but her hand gently clutched your wrist, pulling you back hesitantly.
“mahal, you sit. you’ve been standing for half an hour.”
user07 mahal?? oh i’d give her a coffee that’s extra creamy
user08 using my precum as my new skincare product!
user09 her voice when she said that? it did things to me
“you’re offering me your seat?” you asked, raising an eyebrow, a slow smirk tugging at yours lips. “no, baby, you stay.”
user10 y/n’s habit of calling ppl baby is gonna her in trouble one day cuz if it were me i’d have bounced on that strap alr
sophia smiled sheepishly, her hand sliding up to grab at your arm. you wouldn’t budge, jerking your arm back just enough to knock her off balance. she plummeted back into the couch, earning a whine from yoonchae when she accidentally hit the side of her head. your hand clasped onto the back of her neck, feeling her tense under your touch. “i said ‘stay’, baby.”
user11 yes whatever you say daddy i mean y/n
user12 guys surprise flash sale! 100% off on all my clothes
user13 y/n unnie take it out it hurts…
“it’s not a suggestion, y/n. sit your ass down.” sophia stated firmly, standing abruptly once again, a hand clutching the cover over her thighs as you let her pull you into where she sat. the back of your knees buckled as they hit the couch.
you were careful not the hit yoonchae with your arm, but the way the filipina spun had her shielding you from view.
she bent slightly, pushing your into the plush cushions when you resisted, but her stance flipped a switch in your head.
your arm circled around her hip, hand immediately palming her skirt so she wouldn’t flash the camera. your grabbed her waist, pulling her down into your lap, a serious look unwavering, and not looking to crack before you made sure she was safe.
sophia landed with a startled giggle, grabbing your shoulders instinctively to steady herself. “y/n--!” she squealed.
you adjusted your hoodie over her thighs, before gently placing the pillow back, your arms circling around her waist like they had done it before. “now i’m sat, and i can keep you warm. it’s a win-win, baby.” you played it off, but the two beside you could not have been more grateful you caught the slip before any footage could have been altered, especially yoonchae.
flustered, sophia’s smile fought to stay composed, her eyes darting to the phone like she was caught in a moment too intimate for show. she cleared her throat, leaning forward to read what the live had to say about this clearly discussion-fuelling moment. it was then you eyed the dip of her top lowering a bit low for comfort, so you pulled her back by her hips, hands cradling them like they were a molded fit.
“careful. don’t give them a show like that for free.”
user14 need to throw it back in her lap cuz it’ll fix me
user15 if yall get a flood warning that’s on me
user16 guys something’s off… oh wait it’s just my clothes lol
her breath hitched, and for a second, she didn’t move. but the next, she melted into you, the tension in her shoulders easing. she leant back into your chest, playing with your fingers.
lara rolled her eyes, clicking her tongue as she shook her head. “oh my god, they’re clip-farming for edits right now.”
yoonchae laughed, falling back and out of view as lara panned the camera away from the two of you. just before she did, sophia slapped both hands over her face. you just smirked, not rising to the bait, eyeing sophia’s fluster instead.
user17 dream blunt rotation but i’m what’s being passed
user18 had a nightmare about someone chasing me with a knife but then they took off the mask and turns out it was y/n so it was actually a wet dream and not a nightmare
user19 i have two holes and a bed three way let’s go!
“so, manon, there’s always been talk surrounding your performance and commitment in dream academy. do you care to talk about your own experience throughout the project, and how you found your footing among your talented peers?”
you narrowed your eyes, lips soured into a sneer at what the very unprofessional interviewer was implying: that manon was nothing more but a fortunate pawn with no gift.
you watched the tiny, polite smile on the ghanaian woman’s face fall for a split moment before it returned, much more strained, and much harder to miss. she only nodded along to the man’s ruthless questioning droning down on her.
his smile didn’t reach his eyes, you could see. every question dripped with fake charm, thinly veiled jabs, surface level respect that strayed into personal territory.
you were so close to punching his teeth in. so, so close.
“well, i…” she stammered, fingers fidgeting in her lap beside you. though you were seated in the back row, her nervous guise could still be caught if you watched just close enough.
“we’re all very work-oriented people, we can fall into a flow of getting things done pretty easily.” you interceded, not sparing the man your innate disgust at his unprofessionalism. none of the girls were smiling, none of them nodding politely along with his words, but instead just glared. as you spoke, the chill that ran up the man’s spine was indescribable. “especially manon. she can be a perfectionist, but she strikes the best work-life balance among us, and i find that an incredibly difficult line to tread, and she does it perfectly.”
the man faked a cough in attempts to tear through the tension, but when the girls simply stared back with zero amusement, he cleared his throat, glancing down at the question cards.
“okay, now that the group has been active for a while, do you feel secure in your roles as of now? or is there still a sense of competition amongst the members to prove themselves?”
the question was nursed in industry lingo, but the subtext wasn’t as subtle. what the fuck was wrong with this guy?
your eyes shifted towards manon instinctively, sat beside you in silence and engrossed in an upsetting silence. she glanced down at her restless fingers twirling her ring. her lips pressed into a tight line, pointed brows furrowed together. you knew her, and you knew she was trying to make her anxiety.
you caught sophia’s gaze, and she knew exactly what to do when she saw the scowl threatening to crack through your poker face. “growing into a position is a very… diplomatic way of thinking about growth. i’d say we’re more learning in an open space where we’re allowed to grow freely. where we can learn to thrive and breathe at the same time, y’know?”
he glared straight at the ghanaian woman beside you. “and you, manon? ever feel like the pressure is catching up?”
she smiled, the practiced, razor-thin one. “i think every one of us brings something different to the table, there’s no need to compare different stages in different areas. i just focus on doing my part well, and improving best i can.”
you added: “nobody here has anything to prove.”
heads turned at your sudden intrusion, you took advantage of the attention hooked on you. “we don’t owe anybody anything explanation. we earned our place here on dream academy, and we continue to earn it. she’s exactly where she should be.”
the eldest’s eyes met yours; you could tell she didn’t expect that. but she held your gaze just a little too long to be casual.
the interviewer fumbled out a vague, “of course.”
as the interview carried on, you couldn’t help but let your eyes linger on manon. you found her laying low, unwilling to speak up after the invasive interrogation. she nervously fidgeted the entire time, her smile fading as her eyes carried a melancholy edge. you couldn’t focus on the interview yourself.
you reached out, grabbing her hand. you covered her mic with your free hand, leaning over to whisper, “are you okay?”
she nodded, but the polite smile she gave you didn’t quite reach her eyes, and you felt her breath hitch. your fingers brushed hers in her lap, threading between them.
“you’re doing amazing, baby.” you squeezed her hand.
you didn’t lean too closer, but just enough for your lips to brush her ear. her head dropped to conceal her growing smile.
later, as you left the venue, you and the girls were led towards a tunnel where fans were gathered for photos and autographs. as the others spread out to greet and engage with awaiting fans, you stayed by manon’s side the entire time. by the way she could only give gated responses, you knew she was trying to keep it together. you were hollered at immediately.
“manon! y/n! can you please sign my monster high dolls?”
“manon! speak some spanish for us mexican fans!”
“why don’t you smile more? you’re always so serious!”
the last one wasn’t mean, not outright, but it hit her like it, and you noticed with the way she swallowed thickly and laughed.
she stiffened, reaching out to sign some of the things people were shoving in her face mindlessly. her smile stayed, her eyes glazed over with a dissociative layer, and your stomach churned. she went a little quiet, providing strict responses.
without a word, you moved closer, a hand finding the small of manon’s back as you ushered her along. you grazed the skin just under her top, thumb rubbing circles to soothe her. you turned down disrespectful gestures and personal questions, keeping the poised charm you weren’t afraid to flash. gently, you tugged at her until she was tucked behind you, your arm looped low around her waist. you held her, the other hand waving at and keeping the overwhelming chaos away from her.
“sorry, guys, i wish we can stay long, but it’s been a long day and our staff really wants us to get to our next thing.” you announced, grinning widely at the masses.
contrary to megan, who seemed to be actively escaping.
manon blinked up at you, the panic in her eyes thawing as her finger curled into your palm. the fanfare roared at your intimate stance, snapping videos and pictures of solely the two of you, which earned the attention of the other members.
as the seven of you stood at the very end of the tunnel, waiting for your car to arrive, you stood, hands cradling her cheeks.
your thumb stroked along her cheekbone, other hand resting lightly on her hip. you whispered to her, which the crowd couldn’t quite make out, but your positions were enough to cause a crazier frenzy. her eyes fluttered shut, caressing your wrist before nodding with a small, but genuine, smile.
user01 every time y/n does that thing with her hands and calls one of the katz baby an angel gains its wings
user02 y/n is a soft dom/service top confirmed ted talk over
user03 manon’s better than me cuz i would’ve immediately fell to my knees and started barking like a dog
another day, another vlog to film for the new comeback. it wasn't an unusual occurance, your manager shoving a camera crew down your throat at five in the morning just as you land. being the older members of the group, you and sophia took it upon yourselves to entertain the vlog as the others rest up.
when you landed in korea, the first thing on the itinerary was a rehearsal for the music video shoot the next morning. by the time you got to the practice room, all of you were ready to go.
and unluckily, whilst practicing gabriela in heels, daniela lost balance and landed on her ankle wrong. practice was called.
whilst the others caught up on their rest, you and manon, being the only ones with an ounce of energy still circulating your systems, decided to go live. as daniela showered, the two of you started a weverse stream in their shared room.
“what even is that? what’s a skibidi?” manon tilted her head.
you couldn’t resist laughing, throwing your head back and falling into her bed as she glared back at you in confusion.
“oh my god, this is too good.” you chuckled, wiping a tear from the corner of your eye. “it doesn’t mean anything, it’s just like a meme people like to reference. its called brainrot.”
“brainrot? oh hell no,” she scoffed, shaking her head. “i like to keep my brain fresh and smooth, thank you very much.”
you rainsed an eyebrow. “y’know a smooth brain is bad, right?”
“okay, genius, when did i ask?” she nodded, lips pursed.
just as you were about to retaliate with some smartass quip, the door creaked open--daniela popped in with her dripping hair clipped up, a graphic tee on and some shorts. but there was something off about the way she walked; when she was fully in-view, you caught the faintest wobble whenever she’d land on her left foot. she suppressed a grimace, playing it cool as she smiled and waved in greeting at the live.
manon didn’t notice the slight wince she let out, but you did.
you immediately rose from your seat by manon on the floor, scrambling across the room to steady the girl trying to make her way over. confused, the eldest snapped her head back to see what you were so eager to tend to, but witnessed:
“i’m fine,” the latina hissed, but the way her hand was gripping your arm for dear life said otherwise. “hey, i’m fine!”
“mhm,” you hummed, grabbing her waist. the more she tried to struggle out of your grasp, the more she was shifting weight onto the bad foot. finally, over her stubborn behaviour, you grabbed her by the knees, throwing her over your shoulder as she dangled over your back. she let out a shrill scream, hands pawing at your hips in attempts to wiggle from your grasp.
“oh my god,” manon sighed, a hand cradling her temple.
“y/n! on my god, i’m gonna fall and break my neck--put me down!” her voice turned into a pitched shriek at the end of her whining. “stop! stop! you’re gonna drop me!”
“you weigh six pounds in a weighted vest, dani, stop your bitching.” you scolded, turning around so your back faced the live, which meant daniela, who was propping herself up against your butt. she immediately ducked, tucking her face into your frame as she let out yet another scream. “oh, come on, you look pretty right now. don’t be rude, say ‘hi’.”
user01 if y/n told me to stop bitching i'd just moan in reponse
user02 they way i'd just start eating her ass lol
user03 hybe killed futch y/n ik this woman is a masc on the dl
when she began beating against your back, you chuckled, strolling off-screen to lay her down on her bed with a thud.
manon stayed quiet, a cheeky smirk tugging at her lips. she turned a blind eye to whatever was happening off-camera, scanning the flooding meltdown the chat seemed to be collectively having. you could hear the faintest squeals and whines from the latina, and by the way your feet hung off the bed, it was obvious you were propping yourself over something. single-handedly, it increased your viewers by 50k.
user04 her laugh… my body… it’s like it recognizes her…
user05 nah daniela’s real for that i’d break her back too if she manhandled me like that
user06 the dann/n agenda stands strong these days huh
user07 all twenty fingers and her thick ass strap
user08 sorry i was gone guys had to put my phone in rice
you didn’t return to the live, even though you were the one who insisted on starting one. manon was left to host alone, unfazed by the noises sounding from daniela’s side of the room. her eyes darted past comments targeting the suspicious activity.
“‘manon should’ve went to bed’? yeah, i agree.” the eldest grumbled, slicking back her hair with her brush.
“you’re just salty!” daniela shouted from the other side of the room, propping herself up. you grabbed her jaw, yanking her back down to smother her in your arms. she squealed, burying herself into you as the both of you disappeared in bed.
“do ya’ll see what this house is like when yoonchae’s asleep?”
user09 dann/n dry humping wasn’t on my 2025 bingo card
user10 i just know dani gets pampered like a pillow princess
manon insisted you started a live to end the amusement drought you were suffering from in the hotel room whilst you waited for the delivery to arrive.
you sat behind lara and manon, who bantered back and forth, head between them as daniela tried her best to squeeze her way into frame with her arms wrapped around your neck. it was all light-hearted memes and brainrotted quotes until the only voices left talking were you, manon and daniela’s.
“stop!” lara grimaced abruptly, sneering at the phone.
three pairs of eyes found her, watching her confidence shatter with each passing silent second. but only you instinctively reached out to toy with the ends of her hair, tucking a rogue strand behind her ear before her eyes fluttered shut, leaning into your palm and turning into you to shield herself.
“lara?” you muttered softly, “what’s wrong, baby?”
“they keep saying i look like momo.” she groaned into your collarbone, sniffling lightly. your hand found the back of her neck, fingers soothing the tension from her nape. manon and daniela shared a look whilst you comforted the singer. “i keep telling them to stop, but it’s making it worse.”
the look you shot the camera next was uncanny, even the other two didn’t dare speak up before you gestured for manon to pull the phone closer. she does, holding it upright.
“let’s see what you look like, dumbass.” you snarled into the camera, scrolling through the comments before permanently blocking the user spamming negative comments. your jaw tensed, eyebrows furrowed. “if i see one more fucking insult, i’m ending this live. don’t ruin this for everyone.”
lara grabbed your arm, wrapping herself around it before laying her chin on your shoulder. her bottom lip jutted out slightly, shielding herself from the camera behind your frame.
you leant back, letting manon slide forward to read the comments. your hand fell into lara’s lap, palming her inner-thigh. your thumb rubbed circles against her skin, gradually flushing the negative feeling from her body. manon let out her own scoldings, you buried your nose in lara’s jet-black locks. you placed a gentle kiss on her head, light and loving.
she smiled, eyes flickering between your own and the soft smile you hung on your lips. just then, and just for her.
slowly, but gradually, you shifted so she could be onscreen.
you felt her shimmy away from the live, camera-shy, unsure of herself before you gave her a reassuring squeeze.
“no, don’t hide.” you felt a hint of a smile return to her face. you grabbed her chin, affectionately pinching her. “you’re absolutely breathtaking, don't let losers tell you any different.”
her lips quivered, unable to contain the smile on her face.
user01 need her hands on gabriela (it's me i'm gabriela)
user02 "whats your love language" y/n standing up to haters for me and then splitting me in half on her strap
user03 love me a bicon and scissor sister mashup fr
user04 lara's stronger than me we'd break manon's bed
for what seemed to be half an hour, manon made jokes and teased her roommate for little habits she didn’t approve of. whilst you and lara sat to one side, she had practically moved into your lap. you had one hand resting on her stomach, the other toying with her fingers as your hand gloved hers. the soothing gestures seemed to be easing the negativity from her tense shoulders, and she puddled into your touch.
"no, girl, that shit problematic as hell!" manon cackled at the indian singer's hoodie. after a good five minutes of pure hysterics from the four of you, the room was calm once more.
"look who's talking." you joked, wrapping your arms around lara tightly, as if you were shielding her from potential threat. "little miss scandal-lover, herself." if you had been anybody else, manon would've smacked you across the face. she just rolled her eyes, a smile tugging at her lips at your teasing.
"oh yeah? says the group slut?"
"okay, bitch, you tryna go?"
"no, if ya'll fight, then i'll have to get off and i don't wanna..." lara whined. she turned to straddle your lap, arms tightening around your neck as the both of you fell backwards. you let out a small huff at her squeezing the air out your chest, before you began running your hands up and down her back.
"oh my god, you gaywads are doin' too much."
"stop being a homophobe, daniela andrea."
"what! i'm not homophobic!"
user05 istg every live is just the members third wheeling y/n and somebody like
user06 yeah y/n IS the group slut bro can literally come out dating anyone in katseye and nobody would bat an eye
user07 if i had her face card i'd be a slut too ngl
user08 i get her ispiritually cuz f i was surrounded by baddies 24/7 i would too start behaving whorish
♱ megan skiendiel; [ yt ] katseye with a side of slime
you could barely register the loud sound the canon made, before neon-green gunk shot up your sinuses like an unwanted fever. instinctively, you turned away, spitting whatever had shot into your mouth. you heard cheers roar as the cameras zoomed in on your faces to put on the jumbotrons. you loved nothing more.
following sophia's lead, the lot of you waved to the masses, blowing kisses and bidding your goodbyes as the leader guided the rest of you offstage. you stood on the very edge of the group, the last in line, with megan before you. but as you readied to head offstage, slime dripping from your nose, you noticed the hawaiin hadn't moved an inch.
concerned, you quickly turned your back towards the crowd and the cameras, blocking her form view. you brushed the tangled hair from her face, feeling her hands frantically grab at your wrists. she was struggling to open her eyes, and you could tell she was anything but calm.
"mei, close your eyes." you instructed. she followed.
you scraped the slime from your thumbs onto your top, before carefully swiping it from her lids. you pinched the end of her nose, swabbing any gunk there as well.
"you okay? can you open your eyes?"
she let out a strangled hum, the edge of her eyes brimming with green tears as she blinked the rest away.
you slung an arm around her shoulder, tugging her towards backstage. you waved to the restless fans. soothing the concern they had for megan's state.
backstage, your team was already ready to capture the behind the scenes content needed for the next vlog. you see the girls giving their post-sliming interview, drenched head-to-toe in that disgutingly sweet syrup glazed over your features.
carefully, you grabbed a paper towel, handing it to megan. your hand found the small of her back, thumb rubbing circles against her skin in comfort.
"so megan, you really took that slime hit like a champ. i see you were standing directly in front of the canons. how're you feeling?" the interviewer questioned holding the microphone out towards her.
the chinese faked a chuckled, pulling the paper towel back from dabbing her eyes. "really sticky. is this what being a jell-o shot is like?"
as she answered questions, you gently picked the slime from her matte hair. unwilling to pry yourself away from the girl, despite the disgusting feeling of slime sliding between the two of your frames. sophia eyed you, raising an eyebrow at your behaviour, but you couldn't even spare her a passing glance.
"well, i'm glad to see your personal glam artist at work." the woman joked, winking at you.
both of you let out a nervous laugh in response, not expecting her to call you out like that. your hand left the chinese girl's hair.
"more like personal clean-up." sophia chimed.
in the vlog, the girls moved off the carpet after thanking the interviewer, one after another making comments and describing their experience to your camera crew before dispersing. you and megan lingered at the back of the group, as you tried to wring the slime from your skimpy outfit. she shrugged off her mircophone set.
you wagged a finger at the camera, and the cameraman stepped closer to you. you gestured towards megan behind you, whispering, "that was iconic as *bleep*, like, at least i wasn't standing in the splash zone. rookie mistake for a nickelodeon kid."
"hey! i was a disney kid." she hugged you from behind her cheek against yours as you tried to wring free. you whined as she rubbed all the slime on her against you. warm, sticky, and disgusting. keep talking, and we'll see what happens."
she strolled past, tongue sticking out at you.
"holy ungrateful!" you yelled after her, before she disappeared into a trailer. you rolled your eyes playfully at the cameras. "i saved her ass and this is how she repays me? do ya'll see this?" as your manager gestured for you to get cleaned up as well, you sighed to yourself. "well, i could let megan go clean up alone, but she'd probably miss a spot." you raised your eyebrows cheekily, pressing a finger against your lips. "we can't have that for the afterparty now, can we?"
user01 well someone knows her audience
user02 guys they had sesbian lex i was the trailer
user03 only way to come out cleaner and dirtier atst
user04 if u listen closer u can hear me moan
user05 the cameras cut but my imagination didn't
♱ jeong yoonchae; [ weverse ] yoonchip's live english lesson
yoonchae was already practically pressed into your side and melded into the curve of your arm when the fans began flooding into the live. unusual, for somebody as against physical touch as the maknae, but she was almost shameless about it, despite her shy demeanour.
she's clearly trying to answer some english comments whilst you engaged with the chat, but she kept hesitating, cheeks puffing in frustration when she couldn't find the right words.
you eyed her through the camera, watching the way her lips would part, then shut before any sound could come out. you grinned, cooing at the korean's adorable character. your hand found her lap, fingers brushing her knee in encouragement, nodding towards the phone.
user01 chip! what's your favorite childhood memory?
"chip... what is your... favorite... childhood mem--memory?" she recited carefully, stumbling over her pronounciation. she pasued, eyebrows furrowed together, clearly trying to string the sentence toegther, but the words remained sprawled across her mind. she bit her lip in frustration, you chuckled.
"they just want to know one happy memory from when you were little." you made gestures that corresponded to the words you spoke slowly, watching her face light up in recognition.
she started explaining about her grandparent's and her upbringing, you occassionally interjected with words she was trying to scramble together. you onyl watched her confidence in her second language grow, a warm smile ghosting your lips as your hand trailed comforting patterns above her knee.
user02 she's so gentle... hope she's not in bed tho
user03 this is peak wife behaviour none of yall say nothing
user04 need to see her oiled up and wrapped under my tree this chirstmas or santa's catching these hands
user05 yoonchae being so comfortable around her omg
user06 another day another guess which y/n ship is real
"what is that word?" yoonchae asked, her hand slipping to make a smooth, curvey gesture. "slid?"
you leant in, grabbing the hand she was gesturing with. "good try, baby, but try dragging out the note. slide."
she repeated the word and nailed it.
you beamed, hand squeezing her thigh in praise. "see? perfect. you're getting too good at this."
every time she got something right, you gave her little rewards or words of praise--light pats to her thigh, brushing hair behiind her ear or whispering feel-good comments and teasing the shade of pink flushing to her ears.
user07 babe wake up new n/nchip content just dropped
user08 i hate seeing things i can’t have
user09 ur honour y/n has taken yet another hand in marriage
𝒂𝒏; and here she is. thank you for 1.7k guys, i hope you enjoy reading as much as i do writing. more things to come. happy reading ;) xx
in which yoonchae doesn't know what colour to dye her hair until she finds out you have a thing for blondes.
content: downbad!yoonchae, ive!reader, the katseye girls + rei (ive), also the homophobic dog, fem!reader, hair dying, ss count: 10 note: one day i will make a taglist trust div by @/strangergraphics
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↳ best friend’s lil sister! yoonchae x fem! reader yoonchae always had you, her big sister’s best friend, as her dream girl, her biggest and ultimate crush, when you post you like blondes on twitter as a joke, she won’t lose her chance of finally having your attention.
↳ suggestive texts (not towards yoonchae?), mentions of sodani and marz, down bad!yoonchae, reader is implied to be 1-2 years older than yoonchae, three chapters smau, language, suicidal jokes.
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➪ summary : when cortis goes to collab with katseye in LA, yoonchae has the opportunity to see you again.
➪ other notes : only romantic aspect of this series, unless i decide to make the whole industry fall in love with you. this is mainly yoonchae ( obv ) but with a sprinkle of cortis. i’m not liking this too much but i guess this is my debut in wlw fics.
➪ CORTIS’ SIXTH SENSE : THE SIXTH MEMBER CHRONICLES MASTERLIST
you felt a little nervous visiting katseye’s studio. you haven’t seen the girls in what felt like so long and honestly you don’t know how much they’ve changed in that time. not for the worse but you’re sure it’ll be different…especially yoonchae. “whatcha thinking about ?” keonho curiously asks you mid car ride. “just nervous is all,” you immediately avoid the topic. “it’s not like they don’t know us,” james speaks up. “i know, i’m not thinking about that,” you say.
martin accidentally elbows you, causing you to side eye him. “my bad,” he attempts to get comfortable, you don’t even know why you chose to be in the middle seat, keonho’s legs keeps bumping with yours and now martin’s arms are poking at you. “don’t stress about it though,” martin offers his opinion, “i already said i’m not worried,” you furrow your eyebrows, how many times are you going to repeat it ? but the more you think about it, the more you realize that you might be worried to see a certain someone.
when katseye was told that cortis would be visiting their studio in LA, yoonchae didn’t care much at first. they’re the final boss of collaborations so it wasn’t a big deal to have another group to collab with. and then she realized YOU were going to be there. cortis and katseye worked as trainees before and my god yoonchae was absolutely enthralled by you. that being said, she barely talked to you. you actually thought she disliked you with the way she was avoiding you at all costs.
and once time was up, yoonchae regretted not getting your number. but maybe this time, things can be different ! now she’s impatiently waiting for you guys to arrive and every second that goes by, her heart beats even faster as she taps her foot. “are you okay ?” manon asks yoonchae, knowing that this isn’t her typical behavior. “me ? yeah i’m good,” yoonchae immediately says, maybe a little too fast. “you don’t look too hot,” manon says but yoonchae ignores her.
why wouldn’t she be okay ??? it’s just a rookie group. a rookie group that includes you. yoonchae is awkwardly staring at the door, any minute now. she doesn’t even say anything when manon excuses herself to the bathroom. and as if the universe is blessing her, the door finally opens, revealing the six of you. you’re the last one to come in and yoonchae immediately freezes. she can’t hear megan and daniela greeting you guys, her eyes fixated on you.
when you greet them back with a bright smile, yoonchae gets snapped back into reality. she claps her hands softly, a late reaction to the situation. you just look so different. well, no drastic haircut, or new makeup style, or anything major but you just look better. you’re glowing with confidence and radiance, at least from yoonchae’s perspective. your speech and laugh is still the same as she remembers, god now she really regrets not keeping in contact with you.
eventually, sophia and manon trickle in, allowing the collaboration to start. when everyone is preparing, yoonchae approaches you as you retie your shoes. “i have the same pair,” yoonchae lies in order to hook you onto a conversation. “oh really ?! they’re actually seonghyeon’s shoes but i kinda borrowed them from him.” you stand up, coming face to face with her. yoonchae diverts her eyes when you make eye contact.
“i also steal the girls’ shoes sometimes,” she attempts to relate to you and it’s enough to make you grin. “twinning,” you put both of your hands up for a double high five but before yoonchae can process the situation, she claps her hands against yours, intertwining her fingers with yours. a second later, you curl your fingers downward, interlocking hands with her.
yoonchae feels her face warm up, is it because of embarrassment or is it because of you ? she quickly releases your hands, clearing her throat. you try not to take it personally, recalling how standoffish she was towards you when you were both still trainees. “sorry,” you apologize even though you had no reason to. “no ! i- uh, no,” is all yoonchae manages to say before she shuts her mouth. god how is she fumbling this again ?!
but like everything in this industry, it’s all business. before she can say anything else, the staff gathers everyone to get started and without another word, you and yoonchae join the others. soon enough, you have two choices. either be the center for “what you want” with james, daniela, megan, and seonghyeon, or be the center for “gameboy” with sophia, keonho, martin, and yoonchae. you debate, initially wanting to go for WYW until yoonchae speaks up. “i think it’d be better if you were in the middle for gameboy, if you want, it’s your choice.”
you turn to look at her before nodding, “yeah, might actually look better on camera.” you smile at her and yoonchae feels her face warming up again. i mean she was right but she also just wanted to be close proximity to you. when the challenge is complete, you’re happy you got to do more feminine choreography. you love your own choreo but there’s times where you just want something more girly, but of course, you’re one girl with five boys, it’s a democracy.
after the fast paced collaboration, you guys and katseye have a small debrief. some advice from your seniors never does anyone any wrong. throughout it, yoonchae keeps glancing towards you. the few times you meet her gaze back, she looks away. how can someone be so dreamy ? what yoonchae doesn’t notice is someone eyeing her as well, juhoon. he’s been observing her from the side since the group entered the studio, well more like he was watching you before his eyes drifted to the person who was staring at you.
juhoon knew that despite your denial, you were worried about reuniting with katseye for whatever reason. so he decided to watch you like a hawk in hopes to find out what you were really afraid of. what he didn’t think he’d find out was that yoonchae has taken a liking towards you. i mean, how else could you explain her longing looks and a certain tone she gets when talking to you. he’d even go as far as to say that she has a crush on you. but how could a person possibly like someone they’ve only met twice ?
by the time the six of you need to leave, it feels like nothing has been resolved between you and yoonchae. was there even anything that needed to be resolved ? you say goodbye to the girls, thanking them for everything. yoonchae offers a small wave goodbye but no spoken words, she doesn’t want to humiliate herself further than she already has. you on the other hand were hoping for maybe a final hug, you don’t know when you’ll get to see them again…see her again.
when you guys finally head out, yoonchae can feel her energy decrease as her hand sadly drops to the side. “you’ve been weird all day, are you sure you’re fine ?” manon asks the maknae again and all yoonchae can do is sigh. and then it hits her, “shit !” she curses in frustration, grabbing the attention of the other members. “what happened ?” sophia raises her eyebrows, confused as to why she’s acting like that.
“i didn’t get her damn number,” yoonchae scrapes her shoe across the floor, creating a squeaking noise. “you mean y/n’s number ?” daniela squints her eyes at yoonchae’s words. “wait, don’t tell me you have a girl crush on her ?! oh my god just wait until i tell lara about this !” megan howls and everyone else can’t help but burst out into laughter. “just shut up,” yoonchae yells, she’s never going to live this down.
on the van ride back, juhoon decides to break the ice for everyone. “someone has a crush on y/n,” he nonchalantly says like it’s the most normal thing in the world to say. “wait, what ?” you jolt forward in your seat in shock. “woah, since when ?” “who so i can warn them about her cooking ?” “how do you know, and why didn’t you say anything before ?!” “i’ll pray for them,” your members loudly express their opinions.
“wow thanks guys, i really feel loved right now,” you roll your eyes at them. “but what did you mean juhoon ? who has a crush on me ?” you pry, reaching your hand forward to shake juhoon’s shoulder. “yeah i wanna know too,” keonho shimmies around in his seat. juhoon slight turns back, a familiar smirk growing on his face before he shrugs, “beats me.” your mouth slightly drops at his reply, is he being serious ?!
“it’s not that important, don’t sweat it,” he attempts to reassure you. “who actually is it though ?” seonghyeon asks in your place and once again, juhoon shrugs. “you’re not going to get anything out of him,” james looks up from his phone. “all i know is that my twinski is definitely going to tell me,” martin confidently boasts, knowing juhoon isn’t going to say shit. “i really can’t think of anyone who’d like me,” you murmur, leaning back in your seat. you really are stupid sometimes juhoon thinks.
