Dreamcatcher Imagines

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Reader Is: Neutral Age (Fantasy AU)
Categories: Angst, Fantasy, Fluff
Summary: The reader chats up Siyeon at a local bar.

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The bar is packed fuller than you've ever seen it before. You forgot about the sporting event that was supposed to be on television – that is, RuPaul's Drag Race, you know, the Olympics of drag. Ah, the simple pleasures of queer life.

The woman who's just walked in behind you seems just as surprised at the crowded environment. "It's not usually this busy," you explain over the noise, flashing a grin. Other people have turned at your statement to see if you're talking to them, their eyes immediately thereafter snapping to the woman.

You can't blame them. She's absolutely stunning.

The half of her pin-straight merlot hair that is not swept into mini buns flows over her sunkissed shoulders and skims the top of her strapless dress. The sable fabric is wrapped skintight around her, its white lining folded over the deep V-neck like a tuxedo. You swear you're looking at the neckline, not her ample bosom, but it's just there, pushed up and begging to be ogled.

If it weren't for her black stripper heels and bridge piercing, she'd have looked like she came straight from the office. But instead, she looks a bit like a foreigner – almost straight, she's so femme. When she opens her mouth, she affirms herself as one, albeit in a different way than you were thinking. "Oh, I see," she replies. Her tone is laden with a heavy accent that makes you process her words more slowly than usual.

"It's the Drag Race finale tonight," you explain, pointing to the television on the wall. It's a watch party complete with local queens. You've been so busy that you forgot all about the event.

"The...what? Oh...! Yes." You can hardly hear the woman, her voice so quiet and eyes so wide that she appears mouse-like. It's a stark contrast from her striking appearance. Many people are still staring at her. She seems quite magnetic.

You almost feel obligated to take her under your wing, seeing as she's clearly not familiar with the place. "Can I get you a drink? I know the house specialties."

Finally, the woman smiles, albeit only lightly. She nods, stepping into place beside you and sticking out her hand. "I'm Lee Siyeon."

As you shake her hand and offer your name in return, you note how delicately she'd done so. She'd definitely be the most feminine notch in your bedpost. As you grab two seats at the bar, you prepare yourself for the inevitable, "I'm actually straight, I'm just experimenting."

If it doesn't come now, it will later.

"So, do you live around here?" Siyeon asks. Okay, it will come later.

"Yeah. Just around the corner, actually," you reply, gesturing over your shoulder.

Siyeon nods. "I'm just traveling for work," she explains.

"May I – ask what that accent is...?"

"I'm from South Korea."

Your eyes widen. "Oh, very cool!"

Siyeon beams. "You were born and raised here?"

"Yes, so I know the area well. If you'll be here for a while, let me know. I can take you to some nice places."

Siyeon's smile turns regretful. "Actually, I will be leaving tomorrow. Thank you, though."

"Oh." You can't hide your disappointment. "Well, if you ever come back, let me know. I'll give you my number."