CHAEWON - The Perfect Distraction

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Genre: Fluff, Hurt/Comfort


Chaewon's brows furrowed in confusion upon hearing a faint knock on the door of their dorm. She hesitantly rose to her feet, gnawing on the inside of her cheek in unease. It was far too late to be expecting visitors, anxious thoughts flooding her mind as she cautiously approached the door. Inhaling sharply, she pulled the door open carefully, head tilting in puzzlement. "Uh, hi," you muttered, waving at the older girl with a timid smile. "Who are you?" She questioned harshly, on edge as a stranger stood before her. Perhaps you were a crazed fan that had gotten access to their location. "I'm Y/n," you said dumbly, a dopey smile adoring your lips. She raised her brows in disbelief, as if your answer gave her any reassurance that you weren't some insane stalker.

"Right, um, I'm Yunjin's-'' An abrupt loud screech had you both wincing, Yunjin rushing past Chaewon and crashing straight into you. The main vocalist pulled you into a crushing hug, picking you up and spinning you around with an excited squeal. The eldest released a breath she didn't know she'd been holding upon registering you weren't some creep. "This is my baby sister, Y/n," Yunjin introduced you with a proud grin. With her prior fear fading, Chaewon took the time to properly admire you, unable to take her eyes off your suddenly heart stopping features. How hadn't she noticed you were this beautiful before? Feeling heat rushing to her cheeks, the leader ducked her head in embarrassment upon meeting your gaze, a shy smile adorning her lips.

"Is it okay if Y/n stays with us for the night?" Yunjin asked, pleading with the leader even though she knew of the strict rules preventing overnight guests in their dorms. The leader gazed at you thoughtfully, melting at the sight of your eager grin. "I don't see why not," Chaewon shrugged, earning a loud cheer of excitement from your sister. "Thank you for letting me stay, I'll find a hotel tomorrow night," you expressed your gratitude with a sincere smile that had Chaewon's chest tightening uncomfortably. She couldn't help but mirror your radiant grin, stepping back to usher you inside. "Where's your stuff?" Yunjin asked as you followed them inside, noticing your distinct lack of luggage. "The airline messed up, I have to wait a day or so," you shrugged nonchalantly.

"Come on, I'll introduce you to the others!" Yunjin cheered, dragging you into the living room by your wrist. Chaewon watched in amusement as you allowed your sister pull you away with a reluctant huff, trailing closely behind you. She observed silently as Yunjin blabbered on to the girls about you, taking the seat beside you on the couch. "So what do you do for a living, Y/n?" Sakura asked curiously, all eyes falling to you. "Oh, well I'm a model," you muttered with a timid smile, shyly scratching the back of your neck. Chaewon nodded at your words, the career making perfect sense for someone with your visuals. A smile tugged at her lips at the sight of your flushed cheeks. "Pretty," the leader mumbled under her breath, unaware of the blush that spread across your cheeks.

"Are you tired?" Yunjin asked, worry written on her features as you attempted to suppress a yawn. "I'm fine," you denied, another yawn threatening to expose your exhaustion after a long flight. "You need rest," Yunjin insisted, scratching her head in confusion. "My bed's too small for both of us," your sister mumbled, sucking her lips between her teeth as she gazed at you apologetically. "I can sleep on the couch," you suggested, receiving instant protest from Yunjin. Chaewon swallowed harshly before clearing her throat, gaining everyone's attention. "Y/n can stay in my room, I'm the only one with a bigger bed." The leader offered, unable to meet your gaze. "Chaewon unnie will take good care of you," Yunjin assured as she pushed the two of you down the hall.

"Thank you," you mumbled appreciatively, trying to fill the painfully awkward silence that enveloped the two of you. "You can borrow some of my clothes," the older woman spoke, reaching for her drawer as she picked out some suitable sleepwear. Handing over a hoodie and shorts, her cheeks burned red as your fingertips brushed against hers. You glanced around the room awkwardly, eyes landing on Chaewon as you sent her an uneasy smile. "Uh, where should I change?" You asked, fiddling with the soft fabric of the shorts she'd kindly lended you. "Here's fine," she shrugged, finding amusement in the way your eyes widened. The leader was merely joking, but she didn't expect you to nod in agreement, carelessly pulling your shirt over your head. A gasp slipped past Chaewon's lips, mouth agape as she stared helplessly with wide eyes.

A sheepish smile tugged at your lips as the older girl's eyes unconsciously travelled to your toned stomach. Chaewon had absolutely not a single thought in her head, gaze glued to your torso. The older girl blinked in surprise as you pulled her hoodie over your head, coughing as she abruptly turned away. Upon facing the wall, she found her mind flooding with thoughts of how good you looked in her clothes. Chaewon wondered if your enticingly sweet scent would linger on the fabric. She shook her head in an attempt to rid her mind of the thoughts that ran rampantly. You were Yunjin's little sister, not someone for her to drool over. With that in mind, the older girl slipped into her bed, doing her best to avoid looking over at you. She knew that she wouldn't be able to control her thoughts if she did.

"Thanks again, Chaewon," you mumbled, hesitantly climbing into bed next to her. The way her name sounded perfect rolling off your tongue sent a shiver down her spine. You both stared up at the ceiling, shoulders pressed against each other even though there was more than enough room, neither of you bothered to move. "Good night Y/n," Chaewon mumbled, letting her eyes flutter shut in hopes of finding sleep. "Good night Chaewon," you whispered, hand lightly brushing against hers. Butterflies swarmed to life in her stomach as your pinky twitched, smoothly lacing with hers. It may have been your first meeting, but the leader swore she felt an undeniably strong pull towards you.

~~

Chaewon found herself getting stuck in head a lot more frequently ever since your arrival in South Korea. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't seem to rid her mind of you. Not when she woke up tangled in your arms, your breath tickling her neck, leaving goosebumps in your wake. The way your tight hold made her feel safe and incredibly scared at the same time. How her heart beats wildly against her chest at the mere thought of you, more specifically, your toned stomach. She was pulled from her racing thoughts by a rapid knock on the front door. Jumping up, she skipped to the door, figuring you were here to visit your sister again. She couldn't help the excited grin that tugged at her lips as she reached for the handle.

What she was not expecting was to be greeted with your tear stained cheeks and quiet sniffles. "What's wrong?" Chaewon asked in alarm, ushering you inside quickly. "Is Yunjin here?" You managed to croak out, eyes brimming with fresh tears that you desperately tried to stop from falling. "No, they all went out," the leader muttered apologetically, leading you to the couch. "I can come back later," you mumbled, voice cracking mid sentence. "Don't be silly, you're staying here," Chaewon declared, pulling you in for a comfortingly tight hug. Your face was pressed to her shoulder, uncaring of the tear stains left in your wake. She rubbed soothing circles on your back, forehead creased in a frown at the sound of your hushed whimpers.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Chaewon asked hesitantly as you leaned back to wipe the tears that cascaded down your cheeks. "I want to forget about it," you huffed in defeat, an exasperated sigh leaving your lips. Chaewon nodded in understanding, raising a brow as you eyed at her for a moment too long. Her curiosity got the best of her as your eyes swirled with something unreadable. "What is it?" She questioned, reaching for your hand in worry. You silently gnawed on the inside of your cheek, contemplating your next words carefully. "Unnie, will you help me forget?" You asked, gazing into her eyes expectantly. Chaewon almost choked at the implication of your words, her lips parting as she blinked owlishly.

She stared at you in shock for what felt like hours, mouth agape and hands clenched by her sides. After carefully studying your expression, Chaewon realised that you were not in fact joking. Your face has inched dangerously closer to hers in the minutes that had passed, and how could she resist you enticing pink lips? Throwing every thought that stood in her way out the window, Chaewon surged forwards, capturing your lips in a bruising kiss. Your hands instantly flew to her neck, deepening the kiss as you pulled her impossibly closer. She smirked against your lips, already addicted to your intoxicating taste. They were far softer than she'd imagined, a blush dusting her cheeks at the thought. She found herself getting lost in you, hands resting on your hips as she pulled you into her lap with a confident smile.

You straddled her quickly, leaning back with a playful smile before crashing your lips against hers once more in a desperate kiss. Her tongue darted out to swipe across your lips that parted instinctively, a whine escaping your mouth as she squeezed your hips firmly. Chaewon's lips worked wonders to help you completely forget all prior sadness. You smiled appreciatively against her lips, nose nudging against hers as her tongue pushed past your lips. "What the fuck?!" A loud scream had the two of you jumping apart, eyes wide as Yunjin stood in the doorway. You sent your sister a sheepish smile, wincing as she shot a harsh glare at Chaewon, eyes filled with a burning rage. This was gonna be hard to explain.

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