chronicles of lovers.

꒰ if you ever dream of me... ꒱ - nayeon

꒰𖧧꒱ 𓂃 "Sometimes I wonder when you sleep, are you ever dreaming of me?"
꒰𖧧꒱ 𓂃 "if you ever dream of me..." ⸝⸝ im nayeon
꒰𖧧꒱ 𓂃 song for this chapter: ⸝⸝ "delicate" by taylor swift
꒰𖧧꒱ 𓂃 This chapter contains graphic depictions of violence and blood! (Okay, I reread this chapter right now after finishing it, and I realized that Nayeon is kind of psychotic, but girlboss at the same time. Let me know what you think about it. I think it's hot, but I might be insane 😥)

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As the afternoon faded into evening, I found myself nervously pacing my room, anticipation gnawing at my insides. Despite my initial reluctance, Nayeon's offer to pick me up lingered in my thoughts, a small seed of comfort amidst the chaos of my emotions.

As I hastily dabbed on some eyeshadow, the knock on the door startled me, disrupting my already chaotic attempt at getting ready. With a towel hastily wrapped around my body, I rushed to answer, my heart pounding with a mixture of excitement and nerves.

Opening the door, I was met with Nayeon's gaze, her eyes flickering over my disheveled appearance with a hint of surprise. I couldn't help but smirk at her obvious discomfort, my obnoxiousness creeping into my tone as I replied, "Well, as you can see, I'm clearly not ready yet. But don't worry, I won't keep you waiting too long."

Nayeon let out a small sigh, her shoulders relaxing slightly as she stepped into the apartment. The tension between us was palpable, a familiar dance of uncertainty and unspoken words lingering in the air. As I rushed to finish my makeup, the silence between us stretched, broken only by the occasional rustle of fabric or the click of a makeup palette. I could feel Nayeon's gaze on me, her presence both comforting and unsettling at the same time.

"So," she finally spoke up, her voice tentative yet determined. "Are you excited for the party?"I rolled my eyes playfully, a smirk tugging at the corners of my lips. "Excited might be a stretch. But hey, free drinks and questionable decisions, right?"

Nayeon chuckled softly, her laughter easing the tension in the air as she nodded in agreement. "Yeah, something like that."

As I applied the finishing touches to my makeup, Nayeon leaned against the doorway, her gaze thoughtful as she watched me.

"Need any help with that?" she offered, gesturing towards my hair.

I shook my head, a smirk playing on my lips. "I think I can manage on my own, thanks."

Nayeon chuckled softly, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Stubborn as ever, I see."

I shrugged nonchalantly, trying to ignore the warmth that spread through me at the sound of her laughter. "Just don't want you to mess up my masterpiece," I teased, attempting to keep things light despite the flutter of nerves in my stomach.

Nayeon's smile softened, her gaze lingering on me for a moment longer before she glanced away, a faint blush dusting her cheeks. "Fair enough."

I couldn't resist the opportunity to tease Nayeon further, so I flashed her a playful grin and said, "Alright, fine. You win. Please help me with my makeup, oh wise one."

She stepped closer, her warmth enveloping me like a comforting embrace. As she began to work her magic with the makeup brushes, I couldn't help but notice the proximity between us, the air crackling with a tension that seemed to grow stronger with each passing moment. Her fingers brushed against my skin with a feather-light touch, sending shivers down my spine as I fought to suppress the urge to lean into her. The closeness between us was intoxicating, a heady mixture of familiarity and unspoken desire that left me breathless.