#yves fluff

“What is it, Clavis?” Yves asks slowly, eyeing his arms just in case he decides to do something suddenly.

“I heard you were making breakfast for Belle.” Clavis hums flippantly.

Yves watches him carefully as Clavis pulls a small circular object out from behind his back. Yves finds himself shifting into a defensive stance, intent on protecting his precious breakfast. Clavis stares down his younger brother, waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike.

“Whoopsie!” Clavis yells, slipping an egg into his palm and throwing it at the wall behind Yves.

He reacts before he can stop himself, jumping to catch the egg. He barely manages to stop it from hitting the wall, cradling it in his hands as the yolk and egg whites spill through his fingers. Yves turns red out of frustration and turns back to his pancake batter, only to see Clavis adding a weird purple goop into this mixture.

“Stop it!” Yves hissed, and without thinking he throws the remains of the egg right at his older brother.

Clavis startles when the egg hits him square in the face, eggshells dripping off his nose.

You can’t peel your eyes off of the scissors. The client you’re attending to coughs, and you quickly come back to your senses. Muttering a short apology, you return to the haircut, and you’re competent enough that once you’re done, the teacher deems it unnecessary to make any corrections.

Yes, you think, feeling relief washing over you. Finally, you’ve improved. That doesn’t mean you’re ready to relax, though. Just a glance at the work of your classmate next to you is plenty of proof that you have a long way to go. Yves Kloss, you think to yourself. Even his name is stylish.

“Is there anything funny about the way I cut hair?” His voice shakes you from your trance, and you look from his hands to his face. You really need to stop doing this.

“No, no, I was just observing.”

“Observing?” He raises an eyebrow, and his stare turns a tad icier.

“Yes. To see if there’s anything you do differently, you know?” You glance at the customer’s hair, hoping that’s far enough from him and his hands for you to continue observing.

“I don’t know. I do things as they taught us. There’s nothing special about the way I cut hair.”

“Oh, but there is.”

If you hadn’t gone back to looking at his hands and looked at his face instead, you would’ve seen the faint blush that is now spreading on his cheeks.

“Can you please stop looking? It distracts me.” Yves shakes his head, and his hair caresses his cheekbones.

“Only if you promise I can check something when we’re on a break.”

Check something? About the scissors maybe? He agrees, and you reluctantly move away. It’s a slow day today. Not many people are coming to the hairdressing school to get their hair cut, so you don’t have much to do now that you’re done with your first client. Plus, now that you’re better at it, the teacher is assigning fewer people to you, and focusing on guiding the students who are struggling more. But you’re not satisfied with how you are now. You want to improve even more. That’s why you’ve decided it is vital to learn as much as you can from Yves. He’s one of the best students, after all.

The only people who can cut hair better than he does are the teacher and a couple of more experienced students. And even then, you really don’t think any of them beat him at doing intricate hairstyles. He has a knack for braiding, twisting and securing hair, no matter the length he is working with. You’ve secretly tried to copy his wrist movements when he’s doing a complicated hairstyle, but you keep confusing yourself and by the time you realise, he is almost done.

Trying to busy yourself with something other than staring at Yves’ hands, you decide to sweep the floor and organize some of the tools that are shared by everyone, like the huge albums that have reference photos falling from the inside. Even then, it doesn’t take long before you find yourself catching sight of Yves’ hands from afar.

Maybe if I’m this far away, he won’t notice. But oh, he does notice. Because for some reason, you not being able to take your eyes off of his hands makes him unable to ignore you. He controls your movements out of the corner of his eye and tells himself it’s just because you’re weird, nothing else. Someone being so obsessed with his hands could be dangerous, right? He’s just doing that out of self-preservation. There isn’t any other reason.

When he takes the cloth off of the client and holds a mirror for them to look at the back of their heads, the look of satisfaction they show Yves is automatically mirrored in your face. You never saw any of your fellow students as competition, so whenever someone succeeds, you can be genuinely happy for them. It just means more learning opportunities for you, after all.

“Can you charge the client, please?” The voice of the teacher makes you come back to the present moment. You nod and show them to the entrance, where you begin typing at the cash register.

“Would you like to tip your hairdresser?”

“Oh, sure. May I ask what his name is?”

“It’s Yves.” You bite your lips before you let his surname slip out. Now you know better than that. You still remember when all of you had eagerly given your full names, in hopes of getting some loyal clients for the future, clients who could follow you to other places. It’s just, you expected the other places to be your future workplaces, not your personal social media accounts.

“I’ll make sure to book an appointment with him next time.”

You smile and give them their change.

“Unfortunately, booking a specific person is not possible with our school. You may come and wait for a certain hairdresser to be free, though.”

“Oh, no problem. I’ll come and wait then. I mean, he’s a sight for sore eyes, am I right?”

Suddenly, the smile on your face feels stiff, and you don’t know when it would be polite to drop it. Fortunately, they just wave and leave, while you’re still wondering what the hell you should do with your face.

It’s not the first time something like this happens, but somehow, it still manages to catch you off guard. Yes, your eyesight is good enough to see Yves is what anyone would qualify as beautiful, but you never expect clients to comment on that. You’d like them to say something about the hairstyle he gave them, or how he managed to cut their hair just right, something that has to do with the fact that he is a talented hairdresser, even if he isn’t a professional yet. For you, commenting on something other than his skill is out of the question, so you have no answers to give to their comments.

Especially because you have never thought of him like that. You’re too busy analysing what he does with a comb and a pair of scissors, or with some hairpins and hairbands. There’s literally no space in my brain to start considering other things, okay? At least that’s what you tell yourself because otherwise, you’d feel you cannot stare at him like you do anymore.

“Hey, still on Earth?” You’re still standing next to the cash register when Yves’ voice snaps you out of your thoughts. “I’m going on a break now.”

That’s all he says before he takes his coat and scarf from the hanger and starts walking away and out of the doors, so you stay in place, suddenly feeling like you should give him some space. He turns around and gestures for you to follow him. You quickly mimic him and wrap up warmly.

“Come on, didn’t you have something you wanted to confirm or something?” He goes down the stairs while taking a lollipop out of his coat. He unwraps it and places it flat on his tongue. Oh, this must be why, you think to yourself. Yves tends to do things that could be…

“Are you going to leave me hanging all day or what?” You look up to see he’s holding another lollipop right in front of your face. On top of being dexterous, he always has sweets to share with everyone. No wonder he is so popular, although if you carefully think about it, he resembles more a loving grandmother than the stereotypical hot guy.

Maybe we just want to be taken care of by our grandmothers? As soon as the thought appears, you try to bury it deep. Somehow, today your way of thinking is odd.

When you finally leave the building, the cold hair hits you and manages to somehow clear your head. You suck at the candy, which seems to be the same flavour as usual.

“You never try other flavours?” You turn to Yves while walking to a nearby bus stop to sit on the bench.

“What do you mean?” He takes the lollipop out of his mouth to speak, and you see his is a different colour. How strange. So he just always gives me the same flavour? Maybe he buys in bulk and doesn’t like this one?

“Do you not like this flavour?” You point out to your mouth, and the pink in his cheeks becomes more visible.

“Do you not like it?”

“No, I love it, it’s my favourite.”

Yves lets out a sigh of relief. You think you hear him mutter something like “yeah, I knew it”, but he’s so quiet you can’t be sure.

You arrive at the empty bus stop and promptly sit down.

“Ah, feels good to finally sit down, doesn’t it?” You stretch your legs a bit and Yves agrees.

“So, what did you want to confirm?”

“Right!” You look at him, getting excited. “I have a theory about why you are more skilled.”

Yves raises an eyebrow. A theory? So you’re done with the whole “you’re a genius and I need to copy you” type of thing?

“You’re good with the scissors, yes, but not that different from any of us when we’re focused. But, you really excel at braiding and so on, right?”

“I guess.” Yves looks at you quizzically.

“So it must be because of your fingers.” You raise your hand, spreading your fingers between your bodies.

“My fingers?”

“I think your fingers may be more slender than other people’s.” You really gave this a lot of thought. “So I’d like to compare them with mine.”

“Okay?” Yves takes his hand out of his coat pocket and places it near yours, spreading his fingers.

“You have smaller hands so you also should have an advantage,” he points out. That was to be expected since you’re shorter than him. But that’s not the core of your theory.

You press your hand to his and stare at the spaces between your fingers, trying to make out the width of your fingers. His aren’t thinner than yours, but they’re longer so proportionally that would mean…

“…that’s enough, right?” Yves quickly takes his hand away and hides it inside his coat pocket again. He’s almost sure every bit of skin in his body is blushing right now.

You’re a bit disappointed at the loss of his hand, but decide to leave it at that. Soon enough, you’re done eating the candy, but while Yves gets up to throw the little stick in a bin, you keep playing with it in your mouth.

“They really say February is the coldest month of the year.” He says when he’s back in front of you, and he gently taps your foot with his boot.

“Maybe it’s like the darkest hour of the night, right before Spring comes, it gets as cold as possible.”

“Well, I wish it didn’t. My hands get all disgusting from the cold.” As if to emphasise his point, Yves shoves his hands even deeper inside his pockets.

“Your hands?” You’re quite shocked to hear that. “But your hands always look beautiful.” Now you wish you had a proper look while you were comparing sizes, but you’re pretty sure his hands looked like a model’s when you were watching him cut hair just half an hour ago.

“Yeah, that’s because I take extra care of them when it’s cold.” He takes out something from his coat pocket and shows it to you. It’s hand cream.

You take it from him and hum. It’s a brand you have never seen.

“Where did you buy it?” You give it back to him and he quickly returns it to his pocket.

“From this shop there’s in my area. It specialises in hair products and stuff but they also have a small selection of hand cream and nail polish.”

“Oh, that’s cool! I’d love to see what they have.”

“I…could take you there one day if you want?” Yves tries to hide his face under the scarf, but he fails in concealing his embarrassment completely. His heart is beating like crazy, and he wonders if you have ever felt the same way whenever you approach him so actively.

You didn’t expect him to say that at all. He doesn’t hate me then, right?

“Yeah, sure!” You stare at his face, barely visible through his bangs.

“Oh, by the way, sometimes if they have a new product they’re promoting, they’ll let you try it on. That’s how I bought this hand cream.” He decides to start speaking more, in hopes of calming his heart from other thoughts.

“Yeah? How did they do it?”

What?

“What do you mean, how did they do it?” His heart feels heavy now.

“You said they are specialists. I was thinking that maybe they told you the best way to put hand cream on for absorption?”

He can’t believe it.

“Actually, they… massaged it on my hand.” Yves’ voice sounds somewhat muffled. “And you’re right, they were very thorough about it.”

“Could you show me?”

You have to be kidding, but you’re not. He can see it in your eyes. It’s the same eyes you make when you’re looking at his hands like they are some complex mechanism full of secrets that would be revealed by just looking hard enough. That’s what makes him relax a little and give in. It must mean nothing to you. Well, not nothing, but definitely not what it means to him.

He takes the hand cream slowly out of his pocket and opens the cap. Then, he extends one hand to prompt you to give him yours. You expect the cream to feel cool on your skin, but it feels warm. He was keeping it in his pocket, the thought makes you feel something weird inside, and for the first time, you notice the intimacy in the act.

After Yves has pushed out what he considers a good quantity, he lets go of your hand momentarily to close the little tube and put it away. It’s mere seconds, but your hand feels lonely hanging mid-air without his touch.

Then, he takes your hand between his gently and starts skilfully rubbing the cream on your skin: on your palm, rubbing each finger carefully, the back of your hand. When his fingers grace the skin on your wrist under your jacket, you get overly conscious of what you’re doing in broad daylight at a bus stop, for everyone to see. Just a moment ago, it was only him demonstrating how to properly put hand cream on, but now, it feels completely different.

Yves gives your hand a final squeeze and lets go.

“I think it’s about time we go back.”

You simply nod and get up, not daring to hide inside your pocket the hand he just touched so gently.

“Let me know when you feel like going to the shop.” He casually says once you’re almost back inside the building.

It’s so weird. When you first got out, you felt the cold biting at your hands, but now the one he touched still feels warm.

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A/N: There was an idea I had for this that would turn it into M rating but somehow when I wrote the last scene, the idea no longer fit. So, you can expect some suggestive content involving Yves soon ;)

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you knew sooyoung was going to be late, however it was nearly impossible for you to be able to fall asleep without her by your side. you sat on the floor in front of the couch, investing yourself in whatever was on the television before hearing your phone ping once, twice, three times before deciding to pick it up. “hello?” you mumbled out, voice raspy due to not speaking for hours.

“hi baby,” sooyoung’s voice rang out from the other end of the line, making your eyes light up.

“oh my god, hello! it’s nearly two, where are you?” the line went quiet before hearing familiar voices in the background, and a hushed ‘no’ from your girlfriend before she could answer your question.

“i can’t quite come home just yet, but heejin, hyejoo and i wouldn’t mind if you came and sat in here until we get this down.” your face fell at the words that left sooyoung’s mouth.

“as much as i would love to do that, i don’t want to distract you from practicing, especially if it’s so important to where you can’t come come before one.” sooyoung sighed audibly through the speaker, and you could heejin’s laughter in the background before sooyoung spoke again.

“baby, please? c’mere, i miss you.” your breath hitched in the back of your throat, mulling it over temporarily before nodding, even though she couldn’t see it.

“okay, fine. i’m coming,” you responded, hearing cheers from heejin and hyejoo and a relieved laugh from sooyoung.

“we’ll be waiting, angel. take your time. i love you.”

“i love you,” you answered back, pulling your phone away from your ear and slipping into the nearest pair of shoes after grabbing your car keys.

before long, you ended up at said studio, being greeted warmly by the lady at the front desk before bursting into the room that sooyoung was in. “surprise,” you spoke, kicking the door behind you before feeling a pair of arms around you.

“i’m glad you made it sunshine!” sooyoung welcomed, pressing a ton of kisses onto the top of your head. 

“stop it, you stink,” you joked, smiling brightly when sooyoung moved away with a blinding grin.

“do you want to learn with us?” hyejoo questioned from in front of the wall length mirror, shooting you a smile of her own.

“and keep you here longer than you need to be? no thank you,” you replied, sliding down against the back wall and digging around in sooyoung’s bag.

“oh come on, it’ll be fun!” your girlfriend chimed, earning a hum from heejin and an encouraging smile from hyejoo. you groaned softly before standing up, dusting off your pants before beginning to stretch. 

at least until the annoying sound of the other person in the room clearing their throat disturbed you from your relaxed state. curling your whole body into a ball whilst whining dramatically, you finally hoisted your upped body up, both your elbows behind you to get a good look at sooyoung, standing annoyed in the center of the room.

raising one of your eyebrows at her, you mischievously smirked and slightly parted your thighs, pointing your head at your lap to invite her to seat on you or at least join you on the bed. she tsked at your offer and turned around to dedicate her full attention to her phone.

you busted out laughing and completely sat up, looking at her from your position. "awww i was kidding, baby " you playfully murmured in a low voice, ever so slightly brushing your fingers along her right leg, causing visible shivers to run all the way up to her ears. chuckling, you returned to your sitting position, flashing your big, bright, puppy eyes at her, cocking your head to the side.

"we had an agreement" she stated, freeing only one of her arms from their crossing position to point a finger at you, "i'm only pretending to be your girlfriend so that you have a date for your dad's wedding" she continued reciting your own plan that you knew far too well, your eyes rolling up instinctively. "but only! in front! of your family!" she spat out, articulating every word of her sentence, putting emphasis on each of them. "so don't call me baby " she concluded, putting up the most intimidating expression she could muster.

"okay, honey, whatever you say" you brushed off, back hitting the mattress once again. you watched amused with the corner of your eye the way she screamed into her own hands, taking a deep breath after a moment of silence, before finally revealing her pretty face again, pinching the bridge of her nose.

she quietly and very much slowly dragged her feet over the carpeted floor, sitting on the bed causing it to release a small squeaky sound. "why me anyways?" she mumbled in a hushed tone, side eyeing you without really moving her head to make proper eye contact with you.

"i don't know, you're hot" you shrugged, hands now locked behind your head. turning around in a flash, she looked down at you with a stern look on her face, not buying a single thing coming out of your mouth. "you have so many friends, why not ask any of them to do this whole fake dating stuff?" she questioned you, cheeks puffing and eyebrows furrowed. ah so cute.

sighing, you sat up once again so that you were now side by side, knees touching. "you don't seem to be honored about being my fake girlfriend" you complained, pouting at her. "many of them are already in relationships, and the rest my dad knows very well, it wouldn't be plausible for me to start dating any of them out of nowhere" you explained after she gave you her signature face expression reserved to you only, specifically when she wanted you to cut it out with your bullshit.

after contemplating your face for a while, she seemed convinced enough, and exhaled relaxing her shoulders. "why the double bed, tho?" she wondered with an emotionless expression, using her thumb to point behind her at the bed you were currently sitting on.

you let our a sincere laugh at her out of the blue, but fair enough question. "it makes more sense, right?" you exclaimed, standing up and stretching out your back to relieve it from the pain. "we have to fool them that we're a real couple" you finished in a whisper, bending down to rest your hands on your knees so that you were at eye level with her. after not receiving a reply, you scrunched your nose and gave her a cheeky smile, standing up to head towards the bathroom.

"let's prepare to go to bed, we have to wake up early tomorrow" you yelled before slamming the bathroom door behind you, leaving sooyoung a blushing mess right were you had left her.

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you observed with a curious and entertained look on your face how much effort sooyoung was putting into building the pillow fence between your respective sides of the bed.

"we're only gonna sleep together for a single night, do you really want to do all of this?" you questioned her, adjusting your crossed legs.

she shot you the most terrifying look she could manage, and without speaking a single word, continued to work on her pillow fort- fence, or whatever it was. you exhaled loudly, and plopped down hard on the bed, making the whole tower of pillows topple over.

she widened her mouth in disbelief, using the cushion she had in her hands to hit you on your stomach "YOU DEFINITELY DID THAT ON PURPOSE" she screamed out, putting on a stern facial expression, arms crossed and everything. "hey i’m sorr-" you snickered, trying to caress her arm, before she pushed your hand away. oh.

clearing your throat, you tried to speak "sooyoung, i'm sorry, you want me to rebuild it?" you carefully asked, tilting your head and bringing it closer to hers, who was doing the most trying to avoid any sort of eye contact with you. you finally decided to return to your side of the bed with an upset look on your face, once the girl lying next to you completely turned her back to you, scoffing loudly.

chewing softly on the nail of your right thumb, you were pondering what you could do to make it up to her. "are you mad?" you wondered, pushing your upper body forward to take a look at her, once again. when she covered her face with the pillow that was previously underneath her head, you let out a "oh" in surprise.

"for real for real? are you mad for real?" you persistently asked, poking her side, making her jolt and gasp. "answer please" and another poke.

"y/nnnn!!" she whined from underneath the pillow, the sound coming out rather muffled.

"huh? what was that? i can't hear you" you grinned, both of your hands coming out at once to tickle her.

she let out a shriek before emerging from her hideout, hair all messy and frizzy, standing up in a multitude of directions. you couldn't help but cover your mouth and laugh at the look of it, eliciting another disappointed sound and her turning her back to you to hopefully fix as much as possible the mess that was her hair in that moment.

taking advantage of the situation, you gently rested -or rather hovered- your chin over her shoulder, whispering in her ear "let's go to bed, girlfriend ", almost one hundred percent expecting her to elbow you in the stomach or at least pull away, but she simply let out a shaky exhale and turned around slowly, pointing her sharp eyes at you. and for the first time it was you who felt like sweating and shivering at the same time.

"o-okay, glad we cleared that up" you stuttered, breaking eye contact and fanning your face with one of your hands, laughing in discomfort and lying down finally. she giggled in accomplishment, and peacefully lay on her own spot.

"you drive me crazy, sooyoung" you muttered under your breath, not really looking in her direction but hearing distinctively the sound of the covers shifting, signaling that she had probably moved to glance at you. "i said the truth before" you continued, not waiting for a reply before continuing "you're hot" you snickered, earning a soft gasp of surprise from your friend.

"i wanted to know what it would be like dating you, pretending like you don't hate me" you finished, looking down at the piece of fabric you were fiddling with while talking.

"but i don’t".

her voice came out in a whisper, making you look back at her for the first time in a while. "i- i never really hated you, y/n" she cleared up, holding out a shaky hand that you instantly grabbed and took note of how warm it was.

"yeah, there's that" she blurted out after a moment or two of silence, touching her left cheek with the hand you weren't holding and moving her gaze over at the ceiling. what do i do? she's so pretty.

"waaaah my pretty sooyoung confessed her feelings for me!" you exclaimed, half climbing on top of her to drape your legs over her body and wrap your arms around her top half, cheek pressing against her own.

"get off!" she managed to yell out after the initial shock, her face getting redder by the second and you could feel it. "aw no, let's sleep like this!" you insisted, nuzzling your face more into the crook of her neck, loosening your grip on her in case she really wanted you to pull away. instead, she carefully placed a hand on your back and reluctantly closed her eyes, swallowing at the proximity of your bodies.

"i take it back, i hate you" she murmured a few minutes later, both of you close to falling asleep already.

"nah" you let out in a low raspy voice "you love me. we're a couple, remember?"

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sooyoung did tell you that she was going to stay at the studio late tonight, but that didn’t mean you were going to miss her any less. in fact, it probably made you miss her more knowing that she wouldn’t be coming home straight away. you were sat in the middle of the floor of your shared bedroom, staring at your computer. you had been working on one assignment for what felt like hours, trying to keep yourself distracted, and be productive, until your girlfriend came home. the air vents were opened, and being on the floor didn’t give you mercy. the cold air blowing through the vents sent a shiver throughout your body before you finally got up, wandering to the closet and aimlessly pushing around the sweaters and hoodies that were hanging. a burgundy one caught your eye, specifically because you knew it was sooyoung’s. you had caught her curled up with your stuffed animal after a late study session with chaewon and yerim, the tv lights dancing on her face while she slept on the couch peacefully. 

it wouldn’t hurt to wear it, would it? maybe it’d bring some sort of comfort to you while you worked for a bit. slipping it over your head, you closed the closet door with your foot and a sense of warmth and protection washed over you instantly, it felt like sooyoung herself was there, hugging you from behind. a small smile hit your face as you pushed your arms through the sleeves, sitting down in front of your computer with a newfound energy to crank everything out. 

it felt like minutes had passed before hearing the front door click and a pair of shoes stepping on the hardwood floor, signaling that sooyoung was home. a grin appeared on your face as you finished up the sentence you were in the middle of writing, shutting your laptop and standing up. you stretched for a second before wandering out into the main area with a grin. “welcome home,” you greeted your girlfriend, arms outstretched for a hug.

“not yet baby, i’m sweaty,” sooyoung answered, slipping her shoes off by the door and hanging her jacket up on the coatrack. she turned to look at you with a grin before a curious glint hit her eyes. “is that my sweatshirt?” you furrowed your eyebrows before looking down, completely forgetting you had put it on as a form of motivation earlier.

“oh, yeah. it is, i wore it while i was working on the essay,” you responded quietly, messing with the hem of it. “if you don’t like me wearing your things, i won’t-”

“y/n, chill. it’s okay,” sooyoung interrupted, nearing you and running a hand through your hair. “i think you look good in it. if it helps you focus wearing my clothes, then have at it, okay?” you looked up and locked eyes with hers, which were undoubtedly filled with love and adoration. you smiled a bit with a nod, leaning into her touch before her voice rang out again. “i’m going to go shower now. we can chill while you write your essay when i get out, alright?” you nodded again, sighing at the loss of touch when sooyoung took her hand away.

“well, i have a christmas movie marathon set up, i can make some hot chocolate and we just binge watch and eat?” you suggested, shrugging your shoulders with a small smile. “unless you had something else in mind.” sooyoung pressed her lips together before sticking her arms out, pouting softly.

“can’t i just hug you first?” she half-whined, gently stomping her foot. your eyebrows raised before nodding, walking into her grasp with a soft sigh, holding onto her tightly. “i missed you, y/n,” she murmured softly, bringing a hand up to gently play with your hair. you relaxed at the small gesture, leaning into her touch gently. 

“i missed you too,” you whispered softly, tensing up when you felt her other hand running along your side. she pulled away quick, concern visible in her eyes. 

“are you okay? did i do something wrong?” you frowned and shook your head, a shy smile crossing your face.

“no, you’re fine. i’m ticklish there,” you answered, pressing a soft kiss to sooyoung’s cheeks. her eyes softened before a grin crossed her face.

“are you ticklish here?” she asked before gently tickling underneath your rib cage, resulting in you squirming around and fighting giggles. “what about here?” she continued, tickling your other side while laughing along with you. you squeaked and gasped for air, pushing her hands away.

“okay, okay! i can’t take it anymore!” you squealed, face flushed a bright red. “you’re gonna use that to your advantage now, aren’t you?” you mumbled, meeting sooyoung’s eyes with a bright smile. she shrugged before reaching into her sweater pocket, pulling out a mistletoe.

“who knows? i just know i’ve got you wrapped around my finger,” she answered, holding it above your heads. you looked up at it with a grin before moving your gaze back to your girlfriend’s eyes.