wip graveyard '23
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pantomimesdecided to do one of these because why not. here's a few wips from 2023 that, unfortunately, never saw the light of day. none of these are proofread and were written late at night, please proceed with that in mind.
heaven in hiding - wjsn, bona/yeonjung + mentions of luda/dawon | college!au, secret relationship | 1.1k | rated m
“Yeonjung-ah,” Jiyeon mewls, head thrown back against the cold tiles, nails scratching lightly at Yeonjung’s scalp. “You’re so good to me. So, so good.”
Yeonjung, on her knees in front of Jiyeon, lets out a pleased hum, too busy leaving kisses all over Jiyeon’s thighs to come up with a proper answer. She loves when Jiyeon is like this, sitting on her kitchen countertop, drunk on her touches, showering her with all sorts of praises.
Yeonjung looks up for a second and the sight of a disheveled, sweaty Jiyeon sprawled in front of her makes her heart skip a beat or two. It’s been a little over a month since they’ve gotten together, much longer since they started hooking up, and she still hasn’t gotten used to this—having Kim Jiyeon all to herself, even if only behind closed doors.
She loves to tease Jiyeon, to push her to her limits until she’s whining and begging for something, anything, but she decides against it tonight. She craved for her girlfriend the whole day, mostly due to not-so-innocent pictures Jiyeon decided to send her while she was in the middle of an important class, and she can’t wait anymore.
She needs to taste Jiyeon, and she needs to do it now.
So she leaves one last kiss on the inside of Jiyeon’s thigh, wraps her fingers around the waistband of Jiyeon’s panties, starts pulling the fabric down and—
Jiyeon’s phone starts ringing. Loud and annoying and incessantly.
Yeonjung groans, head dropping in defeat over Jiyeon’s thigh, because she already knows what it means—Jiyeon has to leave.
Jiyeon coughs a few times to clear her throat, adjusts her tone, then talks to Sojung—one of her classmates—as if she wasn’t about to get eaten out a second ago. Yeonjung remains in the same place, motionless and frustrated as she listens to the quick exchange.
“Your classmates hate me,” Yeonjung grunts as soon as the call comes to an end. “This happens all the time. It’s like they can sense we’re about to fuck or something.”
“They must hate me too, then. I was really looking forward to spending some time with you,” Jiyeon laments and pats Yeonjung’s head, putting a few loose strands behind her ear. “I miss you.”
Yeonjung lifts her head up, pouting as she admits, “I miss you too.”
“Come here,” Jiyeon beckons her closer with a finger and Yeonjung readily obeys the command, hands resting on each side of Jiyeon’s body, their faces mere centimeters apart. “I’m all yours tomorrow, okay? I’ll make sure there are no interruptions. Just me, you, and nothing else.”
Yeonjung sinks her teeth into her lower lip, butterflies going wild inside her stomach at the mere thought of spending the whole day with her girlfriend. “Promise?”
“I promise.” Jiyeon smiles, pressing multiple kisses over Yeonjung’s cheeks, neck and collarbones, leaving one last peck over her lips before she pulls away. “Now I need a shower.”
Yeonjung bats her eyelashes innocently. “Can I join?”
“It’s just a shower,” Jiyeon warns, trying to sound stern, but Yeonjung’s wounded expression manages to pull a giggle out of her.
“Unnie,” Yeonjung puts a hand over her chest, feigning offense, “When have I ever turned a simple shower into something else?”
“Let me see,” Jiyeon scratches her chin for a moment, pretends to count on her fingers, “A million times?”
“Lies,” Yeonjung protests as she helps Jiyeon come down from the countertop, kissing her shoulder before she trails behind her, “All you do is lie.”
After taking a quick shower and saying goodbye with a kiss that almost has Jiyeon canceling all of her plans, Yeonjung decides to spend the rest of the night at Luda’s apartment.
Luda lives in the building right next to Yeonjung’s, so it doesn’t take more than five minutes before Yeonjung is knocking at her door, a bag with alcohol and snacks hanging from her arm. After multiple knocks, messages and an audio message from Yeonjung that says I’m going to kill you if you don’t get your ass up and open this fucking door, the knob finally turns, revealing an annoyed Lee Luda already in her pajamas, headset draped around her neck.
“Be kinder to me, you brat,” Luda says in lieu of a greeting as she steps aside for Yeonjung to come in. “I’m still older than you.”
“What was I supposed to do, freeze to death outside?” Yeonjung rolls her eyes, leaves the bag over Luda’s coffee table. “What are you playing, anyway?”
“Overwatch,” Luda yawns, removes the headset and leaves it over a chair. “I’m bored, though. No decent opponents for five rounds straight.”
“Where’s your girlfriend?” Yeonjung passes Luda a can of beer, throwing herself over Luda’s couch as if she owns the place. Luda, more than used to Yeonjung’s antics by now, doesn’t bat an eye. “Didn’t you say she was almost as good as you?”
“Dawonie? She’s at some dance club emergency meeting,” Luda sighs, takes a sip of the alcohol in her hands. “They have these all the time, it’s so annoying.”
Oh, so Dawon is there too, Yeonjung thinks, hums as she processes the information. At least I’m not the only one being affected by these stupid dance club reunions.
“Jiyeon unnie is there too,” Yeonjung grumbles, and since Luda is the only person that already knows about their relationship, she continues, “I’m so annoyed. She teased me the whole day and I was so close to finally eating her o—”
“Okay, okay, stop,” Luda closes her eyes, shakes her head and blocks her ears. “I don’t need to know what you two do when you’re alone. Gross.”
Yeonjung scoffs, feeling genuinely affronted when she protests, “You’ve told me worse!”
“I’m older than you.”
“Stop using the older card!”
“Never, brat—”
“I’m not a brat—”
“You know damn well you are—”
“If I’m a brat, then you’re the antichrist—”
Their bickering session gets interrupted by Luda’s phone, some Troye Sivan song Yeonjung can’t remember the title that Dawon chose for Luda because, according to her, it’s the perfect summary of their relationship blasts through the living room and snaps them out of their insult battle.
You’re so gay, Yeonjung remembers telling Luda when she told her the story behind her ringtone choice. Shut the fuck up, Luda answered, ever the sweet talker.
“Hi, Dawonie,” Luda says as she picks up, ignoring Yeonjung pretending to gag from the other side of the couch. “Mhm. No, I’m not busy. Yeonjungie is here. Okay. I’ll be waiting.”
“What is it?”
“She wants to make a video call,” Luda says, and soon enough her phone is ringing again.
getaway car - wjsn, exy/yeonjung + mentions of bona/dawon | canon divergence, wjsn never existed but they're still idols | 1.4k | rated t
“Unnie!” Yeonjung calls as she bursts through the door of Sojung’s studio, not even bothering to knock first. She sounds excited, the happiest Sojung has seen her all week. “I heard you got your driver's license. Is it true?”
“Yup,” Sojung smirks, grabs the key sitting beside her empty coffee cup and twirls it on her finger to show off. “The rumors are true.”
“And you already have a car?” Yeonjung asks, eyes shining with hope. Her smile grows once Sojung confirms with a nod, and she doesn’t think twice before she’s throwing herself on Sojung’s lap, nearly breaking the new computer chair Sojung bought last week in the process. “You can finally take me on a road trip, then.”
Sojung raises an eyebrow, resting both hands on Yeonjung’s waist to steady her and make sure she doesn’t fall off. “A road trip?”
Yeonjung nods, wrapping her arms around Sojung’s shoulders. Sojung bites the inside of her cheek, trying not to think too much about how she can feel Yeonjung’s breath on her cheek or how close their faces are. “Just you and me. Seoul to Busan. What do you say?”
“That’s only four hours, though,” Sojung reasons. “Hardly an actual road trip.”
Yeonjung rolls her eyes, shoves Sojung’s arm lightly. “What were you expecting me to suggest, a road trip to Europe? I’m a busy woman, unnie.”
“Fine,” Sojung deflates, pouts, and caresses her own arm. “Busan sounds good.”
Busan does sound good. Too good, actually. The thought of spending some time in her hometown, far away from the company, leaving behind the weight of being the top rapper of the country and the overwhelming mess that is Seoul, with Yeonjung of all people by her side sounds like heaven to Sojung.
Yeonjung nods enthusiastically and presses a kiss on Sojung’s cheek before she gets up, making her way towards the door. Yeonjung waves before she disappears into the corridor. Sojung pretends she doesn’t miss her the second she leaves.
Sojung gets home after sending Dawon a few demos and spending an entire hour in a reunion that could have been replaced by a simple email. I’ll need at least two days off, Sojung explained, knowing exactly what would follow—a bunch of questions about the date she was supposed to go with Jiyeon over the weekend. Not a real date, no—only an excuse for them to be seen in public and boost their reputations.
People love their relationship. No, they are obsessed with it. Rapper Chu Sojung and actress Kim Jiyeon breathe next to each other and tweets go viral, thousands of compilations are uploaded to YouTube and their names trend on Naver for days.
If only they knew it was all fake. If only they knew Sojung’s heart sits in the hands of someone else.
Sojung managed to convince them with the promise of posting a picture dump full of pictures of her and Jiyeon with a cheesy caption, which pleased them immensely. Sojung could see the won bills shining in their eyes as they granted her the two days off she requested.
It was kind of a ridiculous situation. It always is. But after years in the industry, she has learnt to accept that that’s the price she has to pay to be able to do what she loves, for the glory, for the fame.
Sojung worked hard for it, for her songs to chart at number one for consecutive weeks, for her face to be on billboards and for her concert tickets to sell-out in mere seconds. She wouldn’t trade it for the world.
That’s what she learnt to tell herself so she can sleep at night, at least.
Sojung stares at the picture of her and Yeonjung she keeps on her nightstand, taken last year, right after Yeonjung’s first concert. The same night she realized she liked her as more than just a hoobae, than a simple friend.
(“You know,” Jiyeon started, leaning closer to her so no one else could hear what she was about to say, “It’s written all over your face. I don’t know if it’s cute or disgusting.”
Sojung doesn’t tear her eyes away from Yeonjung, who’s shining on stage as usual, when she asked, “What is?”
“Don’t be silly,” Jiyeon frowned and slapped Sojung’s arm. Sojung pretended it didn’t happen, though, too enthralled by how effortlessly Yeonjung hits a high note while performing one of her hardest choreographies. “You know exactly what I’m talking about.”)
Sojung is pulled out of her thoughts when her phone vibrates, Yeonjung’s name flashing on her screen. She smiles to herself and unlocks her phone, wasting no time before she types out an answer to Yeonjung’s question.
yeonjungie 🐻 • 09:56 pm
what time are we leaving tomorrow?
me • 09:56 pm
be ready by six
let’s leave early
yeonjungie 🐻 • 09:57 pm
will do~
make sure to look good for me, unnie
me • 09:57 pm
no one looks good that early in the morning
yeonjungie 🐻 • 09:58 pm
i very much do
and you know that
Sojung has seen Yeonjung during the early hours of the morning enough times to know that the statement is, in fact, true. It’s kind of absurd, really, how good Yeonjung manages to look before the sun is even out.
She might be a little biased, given how much of a fool she is for her, but oh well. There’s nothing she can do about it.
me • 09:58 pm
yeah yeah
keep telling yourself that
yeonjungie 🐻 • 09:59 pm
you were supposed to agree with me!!!!
i’m upset ㅠ
me • 09:59 pm
ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ
good night, yeonjungie~
yeonjungie 🐻 • 09:59 pm
have terrible dreams, unnie
Despite Yeonjung’s mean wishes, Sojung dreams of beaches, clear skies and red hair flying against Busans’s fresh wind.
Sojung is inside her car, ready to drive to Yeonjung’s dorm when her phone starts vibrating inside her pocket.
jiyeon • 05:45 am
had to find out through my manager that you canceled our date
how could you, chu sojung!!!
Sojung scoffs once she reads the message. Kim Jiyeon is unbelievable sometimes. And by sometimes Sojung means all the time.
me • 05:46 am
ㅋㅋㅋ
don’t be dramatic
i know you despise those dates
jiyeon • 05:47 am
ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ i do
have fun cheating on me~
The audacity, Sojung thinks as she shakes her head, although the thought of something happening between her and Yeonjung during this little trip makes her feel all sorts of funny.
sojung • 05:47 am
you’re the one that will cheat on me though? ㅋㅋ
tell dawon i said hi by the way
jiyeon • 05:47 am
no
i’ll be too busy kissing her
sojung • 05:48 am
🙄
i really hate you sometimes
jiyeon • 05:48 am
ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ
make sure to pay attention to the road!!
don’t get too distracted by yeonjungie’s beauty!!!
if my baby gets hurt because of you you’re a dead woman chu sojung
sojung • 05:48 am
oh my god…
goodbye jiyeon
Sojung ignores all of Jiyeon’s next messages, shoves her phone back into her pocket and drives away.
“Do I look pretty or not?”
That’s the first thing Yeonjung says when Sojung pulls over. Not a hello, not a did you sleep well, not a simple good morning. Sojung should’ve seen that coming.
Yeonjung makes a dramatic pose, one that makes her look like the main character in a superhero movie, but that does the trick. She does look pretty. Too pretty for Sojung’s own good. Kinda makes her want to give up on this road trip, press Yeonjung against the back of her car and—
“You look gorgeous, Yeonjung-ah,” Sojung says, voice laced with fake sweetness. Yeonjung notices that but takes the compliment anyway, beaming as if she had been announced Best Artist on MAMA. “Can we leave now?”
“Of course,” Yeonjung sing-songs, puts her suitcase in the trunk and slides into the passenger seat.
Yeonjung grabs a chapstick from the pocket of her pink hoodie and applies it to her lips, using her finger to remove the excess that was left in the corner of her mouth. Sojung follows the movement, wetting her own lips in the process.
There are a lot of devastating things about Yoo Yeonjung, Sojung has come to learn against her will, but her mouth is definitely on the top three.
Yeonjung closes the chapstick and turns around, grinning as she states, “You’re staring.”
Sojung forces out a cough, blinks a few times as she grabs the steering wheel with much more strength than she was supposed to. “Put on your seatbelt.”
honey, i don't wanna share - wjsn, exy/seola | established relationship | 1k | rated t
a/n: the last two scenes are not linear, but they're still part of the story. i just didn't finish them lmao
Hyunjung sprawled on her bed, killing time by watching the ten thousand YouTube videos Soobin sent her throughout the week when her phone starts to ring, the name Yeoreumie flashing on her screen.
“Yeoreum-ah,” Hyunjung greets. “What’s up?”
“Hi, unnie, um—” Yeoreum pauses for a second, and Hyunjung swears she can hear Dayoung screaming at someone in the background, then she continues, “I think you should come pick Sojung unnie up.”
Hyunjung pushes herself up into a sitting position, runs her hands through her face to shake the drowsiness out of her system. “What happened? She told me she was going to crash at Yeonjung’s.”
“Yeah, well, you see,” Yeoreum has to pause again, this time she pulls the phone away from her to scream Im Dayoung, could you please not make things worse—yeah, take Sojung unnie to the bedroom, thank you, then she apologizes to Hyunjung and continues, “Yeonjung is kind of the problem. Luda unnie, too.”
Hyunjung grimaces, feels a chill run down her spine. Not a single situation that included the words Yeonjung, Luda and problem has ever ended well for her—or for any of the members of their friend group, really. “What did they do this time.”
Yeoreum sighs and Hyunjung takes it as an opportunity to put the phone on speaker, leaving it over her nightstand so she can listen to the story while she starts to get dressed.
“We were all drinking and talking in peace, but then Yeonjungie and Luda unnie, being the way they are, decided to start—um,” Hyunjung can tell from Yeoreum’s pained tone that she loathes being the one that has to tell her whatever the hell happened between those three. Hyunjung has the feeling that the responsibility fell on her lap because she’s the only person in the room sober enough to do so. “They started to talk about how hot you are to spite Sojung unnie. And because she was drunk out of her ass, it worked.”
Hyunjung has to take a deep breath to stop herself from bursting into laughter, because what the actual fuck did she just hear. “Did she cry?”
“She did cry,” Yeoreum confirms. “She might start crying again any time soon, so please.”
“Yeah, of course,” Hyunjung giggles as she fixes her bangs in the mirror. What a ridiculous situation, really. “I’m on my way.”
They say their goodbyes, and as soon as she’s ready Hyunjung is out of the door—coat, tissues and painkillers, all for her hot mess of a girlfriend, safe inside her bag.
“What the fuck did you two do,” Hyunjung says in lieu of a greeting as she steps into Yeonjung’s apartment, the place where their small gathering was happening before it turned into a circus of screams and tears.
“Nothing,” Luda and Yeonjung say in unison, batting their eyelashes and swinging their feet. Hyunjung rolls her eyes at the unbelievable scene.
“You two are going to hell,” she says, ignores how that sentence makes the two of them cackle like actual demons who were forced to live on earth, then turns to Yeoreum, “Sojung. Where is she?”
Yeoreum gestures for Hyunjung to follow her, guiding her to the guest room where they find Dayoung patting a distraught Sojung on the head.
“Thank God,” Dayoung throws her hands up to the sky, not even hesitating before she gets up and leaves Sojung behind. “She’s all yours now, unnie. Good luck.”
“I’ll leave you to it, unnie. I’ll be in the living room if you need anything,” Yeoreum says, sounding a thousand times more kind and considerate than Dayoung—as usual—before she steps out of the bedroom, gently closing the door behind her.
Hyunjung sits beside Sojung on the bed, letting out a huff when Sojung throws herself into her arms and nearly knocks her out of the mattress. Hyunjung caresses Sojung’s hair for a moment before she speaks, “Hello there.”
“Hi,” Sojung says, hiccups, sinks further into Hyunjung’s embrace. “Glad you’re here.”
Hyunjung smiles, running her hands up and down Sojung’s back. “Wanna tell me what happened?”
Sojung whines and shakes her head, sounding an awful lot like she’s about to start bawling her eyes out again. Oh no.
“Okay, okay,” Hyunjung shushes her. “You don’t have to tell me anything right now.”
That seems to do the trick because Sojung relaxes again, the vicious grip she had on Hyunjung’s sweater loosening considerably. Hyunjung sighs, relieved.
“Can you just keep holding me like this?” Sojung asks, small and vulnerable. Hyunjung’s heart melts.
“Of course,” Hyunjung places a kiss on the crown of Sojung’s head. “Anything you want.”
They remain like that for a while—on the bed, in a comfortable silence, pressed against each other as Hyunjung eventually leaves a few kisses on Sojung’s shoulders, cheeks and forehead.
“It’s not just them, it’s—“ Sojung hiccups. “A lot of people! Don’t you know,” she holds Hyunjung’s face between her hands, squeezing it to the point where it’s uncomfortable and sort of painful, but Hyunjung simply allows her to keep doing it, “how gorgeous you are? How many people would kill me in a heartbeat to get a chance with you—”
“I don’t think anyone would actually kill you to date me—”
“Unnie!” Sojung shrieks, shoves Hyunjung’s shoulder. “Don’t interrupt me.”
“Ow, ow,” Hyunjung giggles, then pretends to zip her lips when Sojung scowls. “Okay, sorry. Go on.”
Sojung is not the jealous type, has never been for the five years they’ve been together—so, for her to be acting like this, there might have been some signs Hyunjung missed, some bad days, some repressed doubts. She wants to wipe them all off, wants Sojung to know her heart belongs to her and no one else.
“You won’t leave me for someone else, right?”
“No.”
“Not even for Kim Taeyeon?”
Hyunjung giggles. “Not even Kim Taeyeon. I swear.”
“What if she serenades you with one of her songs—“
“God, shut up.” Hyunjung rolls her eyes, then pulls Sojung into a kiss.
사랑쪽지 - wjsn, dawon/yeonjung | witches!au, wjsn as a coven as god intended | 1.3k | rated t
Dear Dawon unnie.
Yeonjung frowns, raises the paper up so she can analyze it. No, too cheesy. It doesn’t feel like her.
Dawon unnie.
Too boring.
Queen of my heart, body and soul.
You can’t Taylor Swift your way out of this one, Yeonjung.
Write, erase, repeat. Write, erase, repeat. Write, erase, repeat—
“Fuck this,” Yeonjung grunts, ripping the nth unfinished letter she wrote that evening into pathetic little pieces before she throws them into the trash can, letting her head drop pitifully against the table as soon as she returns to the chair she’s been sitting on for an entire hour. “I can’t do it. I just can’t.”
Luda, who’s been playing games on her phone while Yeonjung suffers, doesn’t even bother to tear her eyes off her screen as she speaks, “You know, for someone with a shotgun for a mouth and a nuclear bomb for a brain, you suck at putting your feelings into words. The genuine ones, at least.”
Luda has said a lot of insane things regarding Yeonjung’s personality during the five years they’ve known each other, but this one probably takes the cake. Shotgun for a mouth and nuclear bomb for a brain, Yeonjung ponders over the phrase, impressed by Luda’s choice of words. Huh. Sounds about right.
“It’s not that I suck at it,” Yeonjung starts explaining, resting her chin over her closed fist while she uses her free hand to fidget with her pen. “It’s just that— well. It’s Dawon unnie,” Yeonjung’s shoulders deflate and her voice becomes softer as she continues, “It… means a lot to me. That she agrees to go on a date with me, I mean.”
“Like I said, you suck at genuine feelings.”
“Okay, fine, I suck at genuine feelings. You’re right. Is that what you wanted to hear?” Yeonjung grunts, rips another page off her notebook, crumples it and throws it straight into Luda’s forehead. Luda yelps, finally lifting her head up to throw a glare at Yeonjung’s direction. Yeonjung, as usual, is completely unaffected by it. “You’re the one who told me to write her a letter. You should be helping me out instead of playing the same stupid game you’ve been losing sleep over for a week now.”
“You know I suck at genuine feelings as much as you do, maybe even more,” Luda says through a yawn as she gets up from the couch, stretching her limbs once she’s up. “I already gave you a suggestion. There’s nothing else I can do.”
“You could at least stay and offer moral support,” Yeonjung pouts as she watches Luda gather her belongings and put them inside her bag, pacing back and forth around the room to make sure she grabbed everything. Knowing Luda, she probably didn’t.
“I can’t, Sojung unnie asked me to teach the gremlins about my potions tomorrow,” Luda sighs, exhausted at the mere thought of being surrounded by the annoying, loud kids that Sojung teaches for an entire morning. The image of Luda trying to keep it together while children scream and jump around her has Yeonjung suppressing a laugh behind her hands. “And if I don’t get enough sleep I might end up hurting someone. No, not just someone, a whole child. I’d be banned from this city forever.”
“You would,” Yeonjung agrees as she points towards Luda’s wand, forgotten over a cushion. There you are, Luda mutters under her breath, heaving a sigh of relief. “Hunted, even.”
“Yeah, I wouldn’t put it past them to— what the hell is that.”
Yeonjung frowns. “What?”
Luda doesn’t have the opportunity to answer, because soon enough Jiyeon and Dayoung stumble through the room, their faces covered in mud while they argue over something Yeonjung can’t quite comprehend. All she knows is that they sound and look ridiculous, as per usual.
They only stop screaming at each other when they notice Luda and Yeonjung staring at them as if they were aberrations. An awkward silence falls between them until Dayoung, always one to act on her impulses to disturb someone’s peace of mind, clears her throat and decides to torment Yeonjung instead.
“What do we have here?” Dayoung sings as she makes Yeonjung’s notebook float in the air, high enough that none of them can catch it, until it’s in her hands. “Dearest Dawon unnie,” Dayoung giggles as she starts reading, her voice an octave lower for dramatic effect. Jiyeon stands behind her, trying to catch a glimpse of the writing over Dayoung’s shoulder. “Would you go on a date with me next week? Love, Yeonjung.”
“This sucks,” Jiyeon laughs out loud like the menace that she is and lets her eyes wander through the other unfinished attempts at a letter scattered throughout the page. “To be honest, all of these suck.”
Luda nods. “I told her it sucks.”
“Can you guys stop?” Yeonjung barks, then with a swift motion of her hand, she manages to take her notebook back and send both Jiyeon and Dayoung crashing against the floor. Yeonjung would make fun of their dumbfounded faces and the fact that they’re looking as if they got hit by a train sprawled all over the wood like that, but the whole situation is starting to get on her nerves.
Like, actually get on her nerves.
So when Dayoung, who clearly didn’t learn her lesson, gets up and resumes her incessant teasing Yoo Yeonjung session, Yeonjung loses it— and by losing it she means that now, instead of sending her to the floor, she leaves her stuck on the ceiling, right next to the fan that is currently spinning at full speed.
Dayoung shrieks, thrashes in the air and begs for mercy, but Yeonjung doesn’t budge, watching her friend struggle with a satisfied— and sort of sadistic— smirk dancing on her lips. Im Dayoung should’ve known better than to piss off the most powerful— and, not to mention, the pettiest— witch in town.
“Okay, okay, I’ll stop making fun of you,” Dayoung cries, trying her best to fly back to the safety of the floor below her, but she’s no match to Yeonjung’s strength. Yeonjung doesn’t answer, only moves Dayoung’s face closer to the fan. “Fuck. I’ll clean your bedroom for a week. No, for a whole month. Just let me go. Please!”
Yeonjung, still unsatisfied with the punishment, is about to make Dayoung promise to wash her dishes too when the door to their shop opens again, and this time, Yeonjung completely melts at the sight in front of her. Dawon is wearing a lilac trench coat that’s a few sizes too big for her body, a tote bag full of books hanging from her shoulder and a bunch of snowdrops under her arms, probably the ones she’s going to use on the new potions she’s been working on.
“Hey, I was wondering if one of you could— oh,” Dawon stares at Dayoung, then at Jiyeon, Luda, and finally lets her gaze fall over Yeonjung. She flashes her an apologetic smile as she asks, “Is now not a good time?”
It is always a good time for you, Yeonjung thinks as she tries her best not to yelp over how adorable Dawon looks like that, but she bites her tongue and, instead, she chooses to says, “Oh no, don’t mind, um, this,” she gestures vaguely to Dayoung as she slowly starts to put the girl down. Then she completely ignores the fact that Dayoung is using her powers to get inside her head and call her every bad name under the sun to focus on Dawon, “What do you need, unnie?”
“Do you still have those books about healing potions? I searched for something similar through the entire town but couldn’t find anything,” Dawon laments, using her chin to point towards her bag, “except for a few about flower potions. But they’re all old, and I have to return them by tomorrow.”
make me so hot, make me wanna drop - wjsn, dayoung/yeonjung + mentions of dayoung/gahyeon | college!au, oh no my best friend is suddenly hot | 300w | rated t
“Yeonjung-ah.”
“I said no.”
“Please!”
“No.”
“Pretty please?”
“No.”
“I’m begging, please—”
“No, Dayoung!” Yeonjung screams, finally running out of patience after minutes of non-stop arguing. “I’m not going to take a picture for you to send to your horny crush or whatever the fuck you said.”
“Her name is Gahyeon, you know,” Dayoung huffs, runs her hands through her hair. Yeonjung rolls her eyes. “What am I gonna do then. Should I ask Yeoreumie—”
“She’ll say no, too.”
“I need better friends,” Dayoung laments, throwing herself face-down on the couch. “Friends that actually care about me and help me get some.”
Yeonjung tries to ignore her—which would be easy considering she has a PhD in ignoring Im Dayoung’s dramatic ass—but Dayoung keeps complaining. See, usually she’ll whine for a while, pout when she knows her target is staring, then she’ll get bored out of her mind and find someone else to bother—that someone being, more often than not, Sojung, bless her poor soul.
But she keeps going this time, blurting out complaint after complaint after complaint. It’s driving Yeonjung insane.
“And when you’re old and miserable and I’m still famous and gorgeous, I’ll refuse to help you, too. Then you, Yoo Yeonjung, will spent the rest of your sad life regretting this day forever—”
Yeonjung grabs the cushion behind her and throws it straight into Dayoung’s face. “I’ll take your stupid picture if you shut the fuck up.”
“Thank yo—”
“No,” Yeonjung holds a warning finger up, stopping Dayoung. “I don’t want to hear a single word.”
Dayoung nods and pretends to zip her lips. Yeonjung shakes her head and sighs, not believing she is actually going to do this. Sure, yeah, she knows Lee Gahyeon is hot because anyone with a pair of working eyes can see that, but Jesus fucking Christ, she can’t fathom why Dayoung is acting like she hasn’t felt the touch of another woman for a century—which, considering how popular and confident she is, couldn’t be further from the truth.
heaven in hiding - wjsn, bona/yeonjung + mentions of luda/dawon | college!au, secret relationship | 1.1k | rated m
can you hear my heartbeat, fucking kicking?
“Yeonjung-ah,” Jiyeon mewls, head thrown back against the cold tiles, nails scratching lightly at Yeonjung’s scalp. “You’re so good to me. So, so good.”
Yeonjung, on her knees in front of Jiyeon, lets out a pleased hum, too busy leaving kisses all over Jiyeon’s thighs to come up with a proper answer. She loves when Jiyeon is like this, sitting on her kitchen countertop, drunk on her touches, showering her with all sorts of praises.
Yeonjung looks up for a second and the sight of a disheveled, sweaty Jiyeon sprawled in front of her makes her heart skip a beat or two. It’s been a little over a month since they’ve gotten together, much longer since they started hooking up, and she still hasn’t gotten used to this—having Kim Jiyeon all to herself, even if only behind closed doors.
She loves to tease Jiyeon, to push her to her limits until she’s whining and begging for something, anything, but she decides against it tonight. She craved for her girlfriend the whole day, mostly due to not-so-innocent pictures Jiyeon decided to send her while she was in the middle of an important class, and she can’t wait anymore.
She needs to taste Jiyeon, and she needs to do it now.
So she leaves one last kiss on the inside of Jiyeon’s thigh, wraps her fingers around the waistband of Jiyeon’s panties, starts pulling the fabric down and—
Jiyeon’s phone starts ringing. Loud and annoying and incessantly.
Yeonjung groans, head dropping in defeat over Jiyeon’s thigh, because she already knows what it means—Jiyeon has to leave.
Jiyeon coughs a few times to clear her throat, adjusts her tone, then talks to Sojung—one of her classmates—as if she wasn’t about to get eaten out a second ago. Yeonjung remains in the same place, motionless and frustrated as she listens to the quick exchange.
“Your classmates hate me,” Yeonjung grunts as soon as the call comes to an end. “This happens all the time. It’s like they can sense we’re about to fuck or something.”
“They must hate me too, then. I was really looking forward to spending some time with you,” Jiyeon laments and pats Yeonjung’s head, putting a few loose strands behind her ear. “I miss you.”
Yeonjung lifts her head up, pouting as she admits, “I miss you too.”
“Come here,” Jiyeon beckons her closer with a finger and Yeonjung readily obeys the command, hands resting on each side of Jiyeon’s body, their faces mere centimeters apart. “I’m all yours tomorrow, okay? I’ll make sure there are no interruptions. Just me, you, and nothing else.”
Yeonjung sinks her teeth into her lower lip, butterflies going wild inside her stomach at the mere thought of spending the whole day with her girlfriend. “Promise?”
“I promise.” Jiyeon smiles, pressing multiple kisses over Yeonjung’s cheeks, neck and collarbones, leaving one last peck over her lips before she pulls away. “Now I need a shower.”
Yeonjung bats her eyelashes innocently. “Can I join?”
“It’s just a shower,” Jiyeon warns, trying to sound stern, but Yeonjung’s wounded expression manages to pull a giggle out of her.
“Unnie,” Yeonjung puts a hand over her chest, feigning offense, “When have I ever turned a simple shower into something else?”
“Let me see,” Jiyeon scratches her chin for a moment, pretends to count on her fingers, “A million times?”
“Lies,” Yeonjung protests as she helps Jiyeon come down from the countertop, kissing her shoulder before she trails behind her, “All you do is lie.”
—
After taking a quick shower and saying goodbye with a kiss that almost has Jiyeon canceling all of her plans, Yeonjung decides to spend the rest of the night at Luda’s apartment.
Luda lives in the building right next to Yeonjung’s, so it doesn’t take more than five minutes before Yeonjung is knocking at her door, a bag with alcohol and snacks hanging from her arm. After multiple knocks, messages and an audio message from Yeonjung that says I’m going to kill you if you don’t get your ass up and open this fucking door, the knob finally turns, revealing an annoyed Lee Luda already in her pajamas, headset draped around her neck.
“Be kinder to me, you brat,” Luda says in lieu of a greeting as she steps aside for Yeonjung to come in. “I’m still older than you.”
“What was I supposed to do, freeze to death outside?” Yeonjung rolls her eyes, leaves the bag over Luda’s coffee table. “What are you playing, anyway?”
“Overwatch,” Luda yawns, removes the headset and leaves it over a chair. “I’m bored, though. No decent opponents for five rounds straight.”
“Where’s your girlfriend?” Yeonjung passes Luda a can of beer, throwing herself over Luda’s couch as if she owns the place. Luda, more than used to Yeonjung’s antics by now, doesn’t bat an eye. “Didn’t you say she was almost as good as you?”
“Dawonie? She’s at some dance club emergency meeting,” Luda sighs, takes a sip of the alcohol in her hands. “They have these all the time, it’s so annoying.”
Oh, so Dawon is there too, Yeonjung thinks, hums as she processes the information. At least I’m not the only one being affected by these stupid dance club reunions.
“Jiyeon unnie is there too,” Yeonjung grumbles, and since Luda is the only person that already knows about their relationship, she continues, “I’m so annoyed. She teased me the whole day and I was so close to finally eating her o—”
“Okay, okay, stop,” Luda closes her eyes, shakes her head and blocks her ears. “I don’t need to know what you two do when you’re alone. Gross.”
Yeonjung scoffs, feeling genuinely affronted when she protests, “You’ve told me worse!”
“I’m older than you.”
“Stop using the older card!”
“Never, brat—”
“I’m not a brat—”
“You know damn well you are—”
“If I’m a brat, then you’re the antichrist—”
Their bickering session gets interrupted by Luda’s phone, some Troye Sivan song Yeonjung can’t remember the title that Dawon chose for Luda because, according to her, it’s the perfect summary of their relationship blasts through the living room and snaps them out of their insult battle.
You’re so gay, Yeonjung remembers telling Luda when she told her the story behind her ringtone choice. Shut the fuck up, Luda answered, ever the sweet talker.
“Hi, Dawonie,” Luda says as she picks up, ignoring Yeonjung pretending to gag from the other side of the couch. “Mhm. No, I’m not busy. Yeonjungie is here. Okay. I’ll be waiting.”
“What is it?”
“She wants to make a video call,” Luda says, and soon enough her phone is ringing again.
getaway car - wjsn, exy/yeonjung + mentions of bona/dawon | canon divergence, wjsn never existed but they're still idols | 1.4k | rated t
the best of times
“Unnie!” Yeonjung calls as she bursts through the door of Sojung’s studio, not even bothering to knock first. She sounds excited, the happiest Sojung has seen her all week. “I heard you got your driver's license. Is it true?”
“Yup,” Sojung smirks, grabs the key sitting beside her empty coffee cup and twirls it on her finger to show off. “The rumors are true.”
“And you already have a car?” Yeonjung asks, eyes shining with hope. Her smile grows once Sojung confirms with a nod, and she doesn’t think twice before she’s throwing herself on Sojung’s lap, nearly breaking the new computer chair Sojung bought last week in the process. “You can finally take me on a road trip, then.”
Sojung raises an eyebrow, resting both hands on Yeonjung’s waist to steady her and make sure she doesn’t fall off. “A road trip?”
Yeonjung nods, wrapping her arms around Sojung’s shoulders. Sojung bites the inside of her cheek, trying not to think too much about how she can feel Yeonjung’s breath on her cheek or how close their faces are. “Just you and me. Seoul to Busan. What do you say?”
“That’s only four hours, though,” Sojung reasons. “Hardly an actual road trip.”
Yeonjung rolls her eyes, shoves Sojung’s arm lightly. “What were you expecting me to suggest, a road trip to Europe? I’m a busy woman, unnie.”
“Fine,” Sojung deflates, pouts, and caresses her own arm. “Busan sounds good.”
Busan does sound good. Too good, actually. The thought of spending some time in her hometown, far away from the company, leaving behind the weight of being the top rapper of the country and the overwhelming mess that is Seoul, with Yeonjung of all people by her side sounds like heaven to Sojung.
Yeonjung nods enthusiastically and presses a kiss on Sojung’s cheek before she gets up, making her way towards the door. Yeonjung waves before she disappears into the corridor. Sojung pretends she doesn’t miss her the second she leaves.
—
Sojung gets home after sending Dawon a few demos and spending an entire hour in a reunion that could have been replaced by a simple email. I’ll need at least two days off, Sojung explained, knowing exactly what would follow—a bunch of questions about the date she was supposed to go with Jiyeon over the weekend. Not a real date, no—only an excuse for them to be seen in public and boost their reputations.
People love their relationship. No, they are obsessed with it. Rapper Chu Sojung and actress Kim Jiyeon breathe next to each other and tweets go viral, thousands of compilations are uploaded to YouTube and their names trend on Naver for days.
If only they knew it was all fake. If only they knew Sojung’s heart sits in the hands of someone else.
Sojung managed to convince them with the promise of posting a picture dump full of pictures of her and Jiyeon with a cheesy caption, which pleased them immensely. Sojung could see the won bills shining in their eyes as they granted her the two days off she requested.
It was kind of a ridiculous situation. It always is. But after years in the industry, she has learnt to accept that that’s the price she has to pay to be able to do what she loves, for the glory, for the fame.
Sojung worked hard for it, for her songs to chart at number one for consecutive weeks, for her face to be on billboards and for her concert tickets to sell-out in mere seconds. She wouldn’t trade it for the world.
That’s what she learnt to tell herself so she can sleep at night, at least.
Sojung stares at the picture of her and Yeonjung she keeps on her nightstand, taken last year, right after Yeonjung’s first concert. The same night she realized she liked her as more than just a hoobae, than a simple friend.
(“You know,” Jiyeon started, leaning closer to her so no one else could hear what she was about to say, “It’s written all over your face. I don’t know if it’s cute or disgusting.”
Sojung doesn’t tear her eyes away from Yeonjung, who’s shining on stage as usual, when she asked, “What is?”
“Don’t be silly,” Jiyeon frowned and slapped Sojung’s arm. Sojung pretended it didn’t happen, though, too enthralled by how effortlessly Yeonjung hits a high note while performing one of her hardest choreographies. “You know exactly what I’m talking about.”)
Sojung is pulled out of her thoughts when her phone vibrates, Yeonjung’s name flashing on her screen. She smiles to herself and unlocks her phone, wasting no time before she types out an answer to Yeonjung’s question.
yeonjungie 🐻 • 09:56 pm
what time are we leaving tomorrow?
me • 09:56 pm
be ready by six
let’s leave early
yeonjungie 🐻 • 09:57 pm
will do~
make sure to look good for me, unnie
me • 09:57 pm
no one looks good that early in the morning
yeonjungie 🐻 • 09:58 pm
i very much do
and you know that
Sojung has seen Yeonjung during the early hours of the morning enough times to know that the statement is, in fact, true. It’s kind of absurd, really, how good Yeonjung manages to look before the sun is even out.
She might be a little biased, given how much of a fool she is for her, but oh well. There’s nothing she can do about it.
me • 09:58 pm
yeah yeah
keep telling yourself that
yeonjungie 🐻 • 09:59 pm
you were supposed to agree with me!!!!
i’m upset ㅠ
me • 09:59 pm
ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ
good night, yeonjungie~
yeonjungie 🐻 • 09:59 pm
have terrible dreams, unnie
Despite Yeonjung’s mean wishes, Sojung dreams of beaches, clear skies and red hair flying against Busans’s fresh wind.
—
Sojung is inside her car, ready to drive to Yeonjung’s dorm when her phone starts vibrating inside her pocket.
jiyeon • 05:45 am
had to find out through my manager that you canceled our date
how could you, chu sojung!!!
Sojung scoffs once she reads the message. Kim Jiyeon is unbelievable sometimes. And by sometimes Sojung means all the time.
me • 05:46 am
ㅋㅋㅋ
don’t be dramatic
i know you despise those dates
jiyeon • 05:47 am
ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ i do
have fun cheating on me~
The audacity, Sojung thinks as she shakes her head, although the thought of something happening between her and Yeonjung during this little trip makes her feel all sorts of funny.
sojung • 05:47 am
you’re the one that will cheat on me though? ㅋㅋ
tell dawon i said hi by the way
jiyeon • 05:47 am
no
i’ll be too busy kissing her
sojung • 05:48 am
🙄
i really hate you sometimes
jiyeon • 05:48 am
ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ
make sure to pay attention to the road!!
don’t get too distracted by yeonjungie’s beauty!!!
if my baby gets hurt because of you you’re a dead woman chu sojung
sojung • 05:48 am
oh my god…
goodbye jiyeon
Sojung ignores all of Jiyeon’s next messages, shoves her phone back into her pocket and drives away.
—
“Do I look pretty or not?”
That’s the first thing Yeonjung says when Sojung pulls over. Not a hello, not a did you sleep well, not a simple good morning. Sojung should’ve seen that coming.
Yeonjung makes a dramatic pose, one that makes her look like the main character in a superhero movie, but that does the trick. She does look pretty. Too pretty for Sojung’s own good. Kinda makes her want to give up on this road trip, press Yeonjung against the back of her car and—
“You look gorgeous, Yeonjung-ah,” Sojung says, voice laced with fake sweetness. Yeonjung notices that but takes the compliment anyway, beaming as if she had been announced Best Artist on MAMA. “Can we leave now?”
“Of course,” Yeonjung sing-songs, puts her suitcase in the trunk and slides into the passenger seat.
Yeonjung grabs a chapstick from the pocket of her pink hoodie and applies it to her lips, using her finger to remove the excess that was left in the corner of her mouth. Sojung follows the movement, wetting her own lips in the process.
There are a lot of devastating things about Yoo Yeonjung, Sojung has come to learn against her will, but her mouth is definitely on the top three.
Yeonjung closes the chapstick and turns around, grinning as she states, “You’re staring.”
Sojung forces out a cough, blinks a few times as she grabs the steering wheel with much more strength than she was supposed to. “Put on your seatbelt.”
honey, i don't wanna share - wjsn, exy/seola | established relationship | 1k | rated t
a/n: the last two scenes are not linear, but they're still part of the story. i just didn't finish them lmao
is it cool that i said all that?
Hyunjung sprawled on her bed, killing time by watching the ten thousand YouTube videos Soobin sent her throughout the week when her phone starts to ring, the name Yeoreumie flashing on her screen.
“Yeoreum-ah,” Hyunjung greets. “What’s up?”
“Hi, unnie, um—” Yeoreum pauses for a second, and Hyunjung swears she can hear Dayoung screaming at someone in the background, then she continues, “I think you should come pick Sojung unnie up.”
Hyunjung pushes herself up into a sitting position, runs her hands through her face to shake the drowsiness out of her system. “What happened? She told me she was going to crash at Yeonjung’s.”
“Yeah, well, you see,” Yeoreum has to pause again, this time she pulls the phone away from her to scream Im Dayoung, could you please not make things worse—yeah, take Sojung unnie to the bedroom, thank you, then she apologizes to Hyunjung and continues, “Yeonjung is kind of the problem. Luda unnie, too.”
Hyunjung grimaces, feels a chill run down her spine. Not a single situation that included the words Yeonjung, Luda and problem has ever ended well for her—or for any of the members of their friend group, really. “What did they do this time.”
Yeoreum sighs and Hyunjung takes it as an opportunity to put the phone on speaker, leaving it over her nightstand so she can listen to the story while she starts to get dressed.
“We were all drinking and talking in peace, but then Yeonjungie and Luda unnie, being the way they are, decided to start—um,” Hyunjung can tell from Yeoreum’s pained tone that she loathes being the one that has to tell her whatever the hell happened between those three. Hyunjung has the feeling that the responsibility fell on her lap because she’s the only person in the room sober enough to do so. “They started to talk about how hot you are to spite Sojung unnie. And because she was drunk out of her ass, it worked.”
Hyunjung has to take a deep breath to stop herself from bursting into laughter, because what the actual fuck did she just hear. “Did she cry?”
“She did cry,” Yeoreum confirms. “She might start crying again any time soon, so please.”
“Yeah, of course,” Hyunjung giggles as she fixes her bangs in the mirror. What a ridiculous situation, really. “I’m on my way.”
They say their goodbyes, and as soon as she’s ready Hyunjung is out of the door—coat, tissues and painkillers, all for her hot mess of a girlfriend, safe inside her bag.
—
“What the fuck did you two do,” Hyunjung says in lieu of a greeting as she steps into Yeonjung’s apartment, the place where their small gathering was happening before it turned into a circus of screams and tears.
“Nothing,” Luda and Yeonjung say in unison, batting their eyelashes and swinging their feet. Hyunjung rolls her eyes at the unbelievable scene.
“You two are going to hell,” she says, ignores how that sentence makes the two of them cackle like actual demons who were forced to live on earth, then turns to Yeoreum, “Sojung. Where is she?”
Yeoreum gestures for Hyunjung to follow her, guiding her to the guest room where they find Dayoung patting a distraught Sojung on the head.
“Thank God,” Dayoung throws her hands up to the sky, not even hesitating before she gets up and leaves Sojung behind. “She’s all yours now, unnie. Good luck.”
“I’ll leave you to it, unnie. I’ll be in the living room if you need anything,” Yeoreum says, sounding a thousand times more kind and considerate than Dayoung—as usual—before she steps out of the bedroom, gently closing the door behind her.
Hyunjung sits beside Sojung on the bed, letting out a huff when Sojung throws herself into her arms and nearly knocks her out of the mattress. Hyunjung caresses Sojung’s hair for a moment before she speaks, “Hello there.”
“Hi,” Sojung says, hiccups, sinks further into Hyunjung’s embrace. “Glad you’re here.”
Hyunjung smiles, running her hands up and down Sojung’s back. “Wanna tell me what happened?”
Sojung whines and shakes her head, sounding an awful lot like she’s about to start bawling her eyes out again. Oh no.
“Okay, okay,” Hyunjung shushes her. “You don’t have to tell me anything right now.”
That seems to do the trick because Sojung relaxes again, the vicious grip she had on Hyunjung’s sweater loosening considerably. Hyunjung sighs, relieved.
“Can you just keep holding me like this?” Sojung asks, small and vulnerable. Hyunjung’s heart melts.
“Of course,” Hyunjung places a kiss on the crown of Sojung’s head. “Anything you want.”
They remain like that for a while—on the bed, in a comfortable silence, pressed against each other as Hyunjung eventually leaves a few kisses on Sojung’s shoulders, cheeks and forehead.
—
“It’s not just them, it’s—“ Sojung hiccups. “A lot of people! Don’t you know,” she holds Hyunjung’s face between her hands, squeezing it to the point where it’s uncomfortable and sort of painful, but Hyunjung simply allows her to keep doing it, “how gorgeous you are? How many people would kill me in a heartbeat to get a chance with you—”
“I don’t think anyone would actually kill you to date me—”
“Unnie!” Sojung shrieks, shoves Hyunjung’s shoulder. “Don’t interrupt me.”
“Ow, ow,” Hyunjung giggles, then pretends to zip her lips when Sojung scowls. “Okay, sorry. Go on.”
—
Sojung is not the jealous type, has never been for the five years they’ve been together—so, for her to be acting like this, there might have been some signs Hyunjung missed, some bad days, some repressed doubts. She wants to wipe them all off, wants Sojung to know her heart belongs to her and no one else.
“You won’t leave me for someone else, right?”
“No.”
“Not even for Kim Taeyeon?”
Hyunjung giggles. “Not even Kim Taeyeon. I swear.”
“What if she serenades you with one of her songs—“
“God, shut up.” Hyunjung rolls her eyes, then pulls Sojung into a kiss.
사랑쪽지 - wjsn, dawon/yeonjung | witches!au, wjsn as a coven as god intended | 1.3k | rated t
throw it in the air
Dear Dawon unnie.
Yeonjung frowns, raises the paper up so she can analyze it. No, too cheesy. It doesn’t feel like her.
Dawon unnie.
Too boring.
Queen of my heart, body and soul.
You can’t Taylor Swift your way out of this one, Yeonjung.
Write, erase, repeat. Write, erase, repeat. Write, erase, repeat—
“Fuck this,” Yeonjung grunts, ripping the nth unfinished letter she wrote that evening into pathetic little pieces before she throws them into the trash can, letting her head drop pitifully against the table as soon as she returns to the chair she’s been sitting on for an entire hour. “I can’t do it. I just can’t.”
Luda, who’s been playing games on her phone while Yeonjung suffers, doesn’t even bother to tear her eyes off her screen as she speaks, “You know, for someone with a shotgun for a mouth and a nuclear bomb for a brain, you suck at putting your feelings into words. The genuine ones, at least.”
Luda has said a lot of insane things regarding Yeonjung’s personality during the five years they’ve known each other, but this one probably takes the cake. Shotgun for a mouth and nuclear bomb for a brain, Yeonjung ponders over the phrase, impressed by Luda’s choice of words. Huh. Sounds about right.
“It’s not that I suck at it,” Yeonjung starts explaining, resting her chin over her closed fist while she uses her free hand to fidget with her pen. “It’s just that— well. It’s Dawon unnie,” Yeonjung’s shoulders deflate and her voice becomes softer as she continues, “It… means a lot to me. That she agrees to go on a date with me, I mean.”
“Like I said, you suck at genuine feelings.”
“Okay, fine, I suck at genuine feelings. You’re right. Is that what you wanted to hear?” Yeonjung grunts, rips another page off her notebook, crumples it and throws it straight into Luda’s forehead. Luda yelps, finally lifting her head up to throw a glare at Yeonjung’s direction. Yeonjung, as usual, is completely unaffected by it. “You’re the one who told me to write her a letter. You should be helping me out instead of playing the same stupid game you’ve been losing sleep over for a week now.”
“You know I suck at genuine feelings as much as you do, maybe even more,” Luda says through a yawn as she gets up from the couch, stretching her limbs once she’s up. “I already gave you a suggestion. There’s nothing else I can do.”
“You could at least stay and offer moral support,” Yeonjung pouts as she watches Luda gather her belongings and put them inside her bag, pacing back and forth around the room to make sure she grabbed everything. Knowing Luda, she probably didn’t.
“I can’t, Sojung unnie asked me to teach the gremlins about my potions tomorrow,” Luda sighs, exhausted at the mere thought of being surrounded by the annoying, loud kids that Sojung teaches for an entire morning. The image of Luda trying to keep it together while children scream and jump around her has Yeonjung suppressing a laugh behind her hands. “And if I don’t get enough sleep I might end up hurting someone. No, not just someone, a whole child. I’d be banned from this city forever.”
“You would,” Yeonjung agrees as she points towards Luda’s wand, forgotten over a cushion. There you are, Luda mutters under her breath, heaving a sigh of relief. “Hunted, even.”
“Yeah, I wouldn’t put it past them to— what the hell is that.”
Yeonjung frowns. “What?”
Luda doesn’t have the opportunity to answer, because soon enough Jiyeon and Dayoung stumble through the room, their faces covered in mud while they argue over something Yeonjung can’t quite comprehend. All she knows is that they sound and look ridiculous, as per usual.
They only stop screaming at each other when they notice Luda and Yeonjung staring at them as if they were aberrations. An awkward silence falls between them until Dayoung, always one to act on her impulses to disturb someone’s peace of mind, clears her throat and decides to torment Yeonjung instead.
“What do we have here?” Dayoung sings as she makes Yeonjung’s notebook float in the air, high enough that none of them can catch it, until it’s in her hands. “Dearest Dawon unnie,” Dayoung giggles as she starts reading, her voice an octave lower for dramatic effect. Jiyeon stands behind her, trying to catch a glimpse of the writing over Dayoung’s shoulder. “Would you go on a date with me next week? Love, Yeonjung.”
“This sucks,” Jiyeon laughs out loud like the menace that she is and lets her eyes wander through the other unfinished attempts at a letter scattered throughout the page. “To be honest, all of these suck.”
Luda nods. “I told her it sucks.”
“Can you guys stop?” Yeonjung barks, then with a swift motion of her hand, she manages to take her notebook back and send both Jiyeon and Dayoung crashing against the floor. Yeonjung would make fun of their dumbfounded faces and the fact that they’re looking as if they got hit by a train sprawled all over the wood like that, but the whole situation is starting to get on her nerves.
Like, actually get on her nerves.
So when Dayoung, who clearly didn’t learn her lesson, gets up and resumes her incessant teasing Yoo Yeonjung session, Yeonjung loses it— and by losing it she means that now, instead of sending her to the floor, she leaves her stuck on the ceiling, right next to the fan that is currently spinning at full speed.
Dayoung shrieks, thrashes in the air and begs for mercy, but Yeonjung doesn’t budge, watching her friend struggle with a satisfied— and sort of sadistic— smirk dancing on her lips. Im Dayoung should’ve known better than to piss off the most powerful— and, not to mention, the pettiest— witch in town.
“Okay, okay, I’ll stop making fun of you,” Dayoung cries, trying her best to fly back to the safety of the floor below her, but she’s no match to Yeonjung’s strength. Yeonjung doesn’t answer, only moves Dayoung’s face closer to the fan. “Fuck. I’ll clean your bedroom for a week. No, for a whole month. Just let me go. Please!”
Yeonjung, still unsatisfied with the punishment, is about to make Dayoung promise to wash her dishes too when the door to their shop opens again, and this time, Yeonjung completely melts at the sight in front of her. Dawon is wearing a lilac trench coat that’s a few sizes too big for her body, a tote bag full of books hanging from her shoulder and a bunch of snowdrops under her arms, probably the ones she’s going to use on the new potions she’s been working on.
“Hey, I was wondering if one of you could— oh,” Dawon stares at Dayoung, then at Jiyeon, Luda, and finally lets her gaze fall over Yeonjung. She flashes her an apologetic smile as she asks, “Is now not a good time?”
It is always a good time for you, Yeonjung thinks as she tries her best not to yelp over how adorable Dawon looks like that, but she bites her tongue and, instead, she chooses to says, “Oh no, don’t mind, um, this,” she gestures vaguely to Dayoung as she slowly starts to put the girl down. Then she completely ignores the fact that Dayoung is using her powers to get inside her head and call her every bad name under the sun to focus on Dawon, “What do you need, unnie?”
“Do you still have those books about healing potions? I searched for something similar through the entire town but couldn’t find anything,” Dawon laments, using her chin to point towards her bag, “except for a few about flower potions. But they’re all old, and I have to return them by tomorrow.”
make me so hot, make me wanna drop - wjsn, dayoung/yeonjung + mentions of dayoung/gahyeon | college!au, oh no my best friend is suddenly hot | 300w | rated t
it's so ridiculous, i can barely stop
“Yeonjung-ah.”
“I said no.”
“Please!”
“No.”
“Pretty please?”
“No.”
“I’m begging, please—”
“No, Dayoung!” Yeonjung screams, finally running out of patience after minutes of non-stop arguing. “I’m not going to take a picture for you to send to your horny crush or whatever the fuck you said.”
“Her name is Gahyeon, you know,” Dayoung huffs, runs her hands through her hair. Yeonjung rolls her eyes. “What am I gonna do then. Should I ask Yeoreumie—”
“She’ll say no, too.”
“I need better friends,” Dayoung laments, throwing herself face-down on the couch. “Friends that actually care about me and help me get some.”
Yeonjung tries to ignore her—which would be easy considering she has a PhD in ignoring Im Dayoung’s dramatic ass—but Dayoung keeps complaining. See, usually she’ll whine for a while, pout when she knows her target is staring, then she’ll get bored out of her mind and find someone else to bother—that someone being, more often than not, Sojung, bless her poor soul.
But she keeps going this time, blurting out complaint after complaint after complaint. It’s driving Yeonjung insane.
“And when you’re old and miserable and I’m still famous and gorgeous, I’ll refuse to help you, too. Then you, Yoo Yeonjung, will spent the rest of your sad life regretting this day forever—”
Yeonjung grabs the cushion behind her and throws it straight into Dayoung’s face. “I’ll take your stupid picture if you shut the fuck up.”
“Thank yo—”
“No,” Yeonjung holds a warning finger up, stopping Dayoung. “I don’t want to hear a single word.”
Dayoung nods and pretends to zip her lips. Yeonjung shakes her head and sighs, not believing she is actually going to do this. Sure, yeah, she knows Lee Gahyeon is hot because anyone with a pair of working eyes can see that, but Jesus fucking Christ, she can’t fathom why Dayoung is acting like she hasn’t felt the touch of another woman for a century—which, considering how popular and confident she is, couldn’t be further from the truth.
