Dreamcatcher Imagines

𝘆𝗼𝗼𝗵𝘆𝗲𝗼𝗻 | oh my fucking god

Reader Is: Older Eighth Member
Categories: Smut
Preferences: Top (Reader), Bottom (Yoohyeon)
Summary: When left alone at the dorm, Yoohyeon and the reader connect in a new way.

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Without the light of the television, it was dark in the living room of the Dreamcatcher dorm. A lamp's soft glow filtered through the bottom of the door to Kim Yoohyeon's room, beckoning you closer with the promise of company and warmth.

With only the two of you left at the dorm as everyone went home for a break, it was eerily quiet. Though your boisterous members sometimes got on your nerves, you would suddenly give anything to hear Kim SuA laughing or Lee Gahyeon whining.

Whereas most of the members had left earlier in the evening, you and Yoohyeon would head out early the next morning. When you found that out, you had been glad that you wouldn't be alone in the dorm, but at the moment, it felt like you were.

You'd already gotten all packed, but knowing Yoohyeon, she could probably use a little help. Since you'd finished the remainder of the drama that you had been binging, you figured the least you could do was lend a hand.

Since the light under her door was on and you could hear some shuffling around, you didn't worry about her being asleep. "Yooh?" you asked as you pushed open her door. "Did you need any h—"

And then you gasped.

Your gaze had landed directly on the room's only source of noise, which was coming from her top bunk – and then found Yoohyeon completely naked, her face flushed and blankets strewn too far away for her to grab in time.

"U-Unnie!" she yelped. "I-I thought you – were watching TV—"

She was sitting up and covering her body with her pillow in a panic. In the back of your mind, you knew that the polite thing to do would be to turn around, apologize, leave the room, and never talk about the incident again.

But something – probably lust, you had to admit – was keeping your feet frozen to the floor, your eyes unable to tear themselves away from her gorgeously lithe figure.

It wasn't that you didn't see it often enough, and her, yours; but it was never in such a context. And that was too bad, because God, was she hot.

She just stared back at you, seemingly gauging your reaction. Your jaw had all but fallen off and rolled away, so, after a moment, you closed your mouth and blinked a couple times. You tried to say "Sorry, Yooh," but the words only came out in a raspy whisper.

Luckily, it was dead quiet. She could hear you quite clearly, as evidenced by the way that she swallowed hard.

"It's fine," she whispered back.

It was another moment before either of you moved or spoke again. Then you added, "I didn't...mean to interrupt. But, you know..."

You paused for a good moment, long enough for Yoohyeon to lean forward as though she worried she had missed something. You didn't know where your confidence had gone, but you needed to get it back, and get it back fast.

The thought that the whole matter would be dropped in embarrassment if Yoohyeon reacted negatively was what finally pushed you to finish your sentence. "My bed is nicer, it's not a bunk."

Yoohyeon blinked, her lips parting slowly as though she could no longer get enough air. "Your...you...I..."

"I won't ask again. I'll be in my room if you want to join me, that's all. If not, we won't talk about this again."

You whirled on your heel and marched through the door, pulling it shut after you – but you hadn't even made it to your room when it was torn open again. Yoohyeon's bare feet echoed against the floor as she ran to catch up with you, her hand reaching out and latching onto your wrist. When you turned in the direction that she tugged you, her lips were there to meet yours.