wendy imagines

forbidden love

It was a warm summer day in Seoul when you first met Wendy. You had been working as a successful music producer for years, but this was the first time you had the opportunity to collaborate with the popular K-pop girl group, Red Velvet. From the moment you laid eyes on Wendy, you knew there was something special about her.

The way she carried herself with such grace and confidence, yet exuded a warm and inviting aura, captivated you. Her angelic voice soared effortlessly during the recording sessions, and her nimble movements during dance practices left you in awe. But it was her infectious smile and genuine kindness that truly drew you in.

As the weeks passed, you found yourself increasingly drawn to Wendy. You would catch yourself stealing glances at her, mesmerized by her every move. The casual conversations you shared during breaks slowly evolved into deeper discussions, and you couldn't help but feel a growing connection between the two of you.

"So, what made you decide to become a music producer?" Wendy asked one day, her eyes sparkling with genuine interest.

You smiled, recalling the journey that had led you to this point. "I've always been passionate about music. Ever since I was a child, I would spend hours listening to different genres, dissecting the various elements that made a song great. I knew I wanted to be a part of that creative process, to help bring artists' visions to life."

Wendy nodded, her gaze unwavering. "That's amazing. It must be so fulfilling to work with such talented musicians and see your work come to life on stage."

"It is," you replied, feeling a warmth spread through your chest as you spoke with her. "But it's even more rewarding when I get to work with someone as talented and driven as you, Wendy."

A faint blush crept across her cheeks, and she ducked her head shyly. "Thank you. That means a lot. I'm just grateful for the opportunity to work with someone as accomplished as you."

The conversation flowed easily, and you found yourself captivated by the way Wendy's eyes lit up when she spoke about her love for music and her dedication to her craft. In that moment, you knew that your feelings for her were starting to go beyond simple professional admiration.

* * *

Over the next few months, the tension between you and Wendy continued to build. The subtle glances, the lingering touches, the moments of shared laughter—it all felt charged with palpable electricity. You found yourself constantly wondering if Wendy felt the same way and if the connection you felt was mutual.

One evening, after a particularly long and grueling recording session, you found yourself alone with Wendy in the studio. The rest of the group had already left, and the quiet hum of the equipment filled the air.

"Y/N, can I talk to you for a minute?" Wendy's voice was soft, almost hesitant.

You turned to face her, your heart pounding in your chest. "Of course, Wendy. What is it?"

She took a deep breath, her gaze locked with yours. "I... I've been wanting to tell you something for a while now. I-I have feelings for you, Y/N. Feelings that go beyond just a professional relationship."

The words hung in the air, and for a moment, you were stunned into silence. You had hoped and dreamed of this moment, but now that it was here, you felt a mixture of joy and trepidation.

"Wendy, I..." you began, your voice trembling slightly. "I feel the same way. I've been trying to ignore these feelings, but I can't deny them anymore."

A radiant smile blossomed on Wendy's face, and she stepped closer to you, her hand reaching out to gently caress your cheek. "You have no idea how relieved I am to hear you say that."