egoist // yuyeon.

5.

I feel like this is going to happen more often as the days go by. Soyeon kept teasing me throughout the day any chance she got, which did not help when we fell asleep and of course, I had what you would call a wet dream.

I check my phone for the time, and it's 7 pm. Soyeon performs at 8. She's still asleep, so I get up and of course, she feels me.

"Get the fuck up because you're on in an hour," I say. Soyeon blinks at me for a second, then her eyes widen as she realizes what I'm talking about and jolts out of bed. I'm still in the clothes she gave me, so now that I know where her walk-in closet is, I run for it and close the door. Soyeon doesn't question anything.

I lean on the door and think about the dream for a second; her teasing me endlessly, sitting on my lap and making out, easily sliding her fingers inside me because somehow I wasn't wearing anything...

I remember moaning. I hope I didn't actually moan in my sleep because I'll never hear the end of it from Soyeon.

I have a really uneasy feeling right now, but this feels like deja vu. This has happened before, I mean, five years ago, and my instinct knows what to do.

I step out of the closet, which is the door right in front of Soyeon's bedroom, and notice she isn't there. I walk into the bedroom, quickly grab my bag, and run back into the closet. I sit on the floor, which feels really uncomfortable and check all of the drawers hoping to find the underwear one, and then hoping to actually find something in there.

I need to change, because I had a wet dream.

Nothing. Of course it would be all at my house, this is three months we're talking about. I open the last drawer, and luckily, there's lingerie and something tells me the only colored one, which is red, hasn't been worn before, because Soyeon has most likely worn all the other black ones.

I wonder which one I should wear.

. . .

Soyeon is doing makeup in front of that pink, blob shaped mirror in her room. She looks like she's almost done, but she smiles at me before putting on red lipstick. Okay, now she's done. And she looks really hot.

"Can I have some?" I ask. I want Soyeon to do it for me.

"Sure," She says. I prop my chin on her shoulder, giving Soyeon a persuasive look and again, when she turn to look at me, our lips almost touch, but this time she doesn't move me away.

"What do you want?" Soyeon asks flatly. Her red lips smell like cherries.

"Can you do it for me? The makeup?" I ask. Soyeon checks the time and her eyes widen.

"Yuqi we need to be there. Now." She says, but grabs her lipstick and puts some on my lips, then swiftly does my eyeliner. "There. You look cool. Come on."

We run downstairs and put our shoes on, then rush out of Soyeon's house.

"Is the hall too far away?" I ask.

"No, it isn't," Soyeon replies. I can't get my eyes off her. She's wearing a laced black tank top that reveals most of her chest area and baggy black jeans. And to top it all off, a black leather jacket that makes her look even hotter.

I definitely look like a fan.

I am a fan though, and I'll be sitting in the front, right next to the stage, in the very middle of the row, screaming the lyrics to all of her songs. Soyeon told me she'll do something so that people notice me. So that they know we're close. I don't wanna go up on stage. Soyeon said she won't make me go up on stage. So I wonder what she's gonna do, and it makes me nervous.