Dreamcatcher Imagines

𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗼𝗻𝗴 | splash zone | 𝘭𝘶𝘤𝘪𝘥

Reader Is: Neutral Age Non-Member
Categories: Smut
Preferences: Top (Reader), Bottom (Handong)
Summary: Handong and the reader have some wet fun the night after a Dreamcatcher concert on tour.

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The instant you had learned that Han Dong was from China, she'd become your Dreamcatcher bias. With your knowledge of her native language, you gained a big following quickly across several social media platforms as her main translator. Her posts, videos, and messages: you covered them all.

Naturally, she began to notice you, too. It wasn't much beyond a few interactions online, as you didn't live in close enough proximity to her for any more than that. But when she finally toured where you lived, fellow InSomnia were not the only ones to recognize you.

She did, too.

The Dreamcatcher concert you'd just attended was everything you had hoped for and more. Getting to tell Handong that you loved her and hearing it back in person made you feel like all your life goals had been achieved in one fell swoop.

With the excuse of such a special occasion, you decided to make a staycation out of the event in the busy city you called home. It wasn't often that you took advantage of it. When work didn't keep you busy, running fan pages for Handong did.

You spent the entire day after the concert out shopping and eating. You'd hoped to run into the Dreamcatcher members in doing so, but you weren't disappointed when you didn't. You just hoped they were enjoying themselves in your hometown. You certainly were, what with the luxury hotel room you'd booked. You had already indulged in several of its amenities and made a mental note to rebook a room there for the next concert – or even before, it was that lovely.

After dropping off your bags in your room at the end of the day, you decided to head to the lounge, a perk of the executive floor you were staying on. A glass of wine sampled whilst enjoying the city skyline sounded amazing at the moment – but all that came to a very sudden halt when you walked out of your room and nearly collided with a certain pink-haired beauty.

"Oh, hello!" Both of you spoke the words in Mandarin at the same time, same lilt and all. Handong laughed as you did, but your amusement ceased as your eyes fell on her outfit.

Hoping the question didn't sound too nosy, you inquired, "Where are you going?"

"The pool."

Then Handong smirked. Her question was "Where are you going?" but the implication was a lot more like where do you think you're going?

In either case, your answer would remain the same: "Nowhere."

Handong giggled, holding out her hand. "Come on."

You'd be damned if getting starstruck made you miss out on a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, that was for sure.

You slipped your hand in hers, instantly at ease by her familiar mannerisms. She truly felt like your best friend. Your best friend whom you were insanely attracted to, that was. The low-cut black swimsuit she had on was not helping your case. Her skimpy coverup did little to hide it, and it didn't seem as though she was shy about it.

"Thank you for the hard work you do for me. I see it all."

"Huh? Oh!" You shook your head to snap yourself out of your reverie as Handong squeezed your hand, looking over at you with a gentle smile. "I – of course. It's fun."

"I'm glad."

You smiled, subconsciously squeezing her hand in return as she led you both onto the elevator that she had summoned. It was only in that moment you remembered you were decidedly not dressed for swimming.