the producer (kim yooyeon x fem reader)

chapter 5: a day off

God, why does that girl always let her alarm ring eleven thousand times before doing something about it? I thought to myself, groaning as I leaned on my elbows, fully woken up by Yooyeon's blaring and incessant alarm. At least it's not the Ara Ara one. I sighed and got down the bed, a little grumpy from being awoken on my free day. Yooyeon was still in her bed, still not getting up to stop the alarm. 

"Get up, your alarm is annoying." I mumbled groggily, looking at the sprawled out girl on the bed. My accent had slipped out since I was sleepy, but I didn't really care about it. I didn't bother waiting for her answer before going to the bathroom to brush my teeth and do my hair.

"Gee, someone's grumpy today." I heard none other than Ewha's goddess behind me, her voice still laced with sleep. She rubbed her eyes and yawned, stretching herself while doing so.

I didn't answer her, facing towards the mirror as I brushed my teeth. We had an eye contact through the glass, her doe eyes looking at me with the girl's signature expression, blankness. I couldn't figure out what she was thinking, her eyes and face nothing but impassive right now. I reluctantly broke the eye contact, trying to focus on what I was doing prior to Yooyeon coming in the bathroom. My eyes followed her as she moved in the room, grabbing her own toothbrush before standing next to me, brushing her teeth as well. I stole glances at the raven haired woman besides me, taking in her side profile meticulously. Yooyeon's black hair perfectly framed her small face, even though it was messy from her just woke up. Her milky legs were almost fully exposed due to the (short) shorts she was wearing, my gaze lingering on them a little too long. I knew I had a little crush on her, I mean, everyone had one, but having her this close to me made me feel a little too nervous to my liking. I was L/n Y/n, a cool, rebellious and hot girl! Not a flustered mess, which was unfortunately how Yooyeon probably viewed me, whether I liked it or not. 

"You're staring." The girl stated teasingly, looking up at me with a strange look in her eyes when she finished brushing her teeth and rinsing her mouth.

I could feel my face warming up at the three words she said, finding the situation quite embarrassing. "Sorry, I zoned out." I half-lied, hoping she'd drop it.

"Mhm, whatever you say, Y/n." The words smoothly rolled off her tongue, the way she pronounced my name sending a shiver through my spine.

I rolled my eyes, trying to play it cool even though I was flaming hot inside. Today was a day off for most of the group, so a lot of us went to see our friends and families. I only had Sana here, so I decided that I'd give her a visit today. She also had a day off today, so it really was the perfect occasion to spend some time with her. We hadn't seen each other at all after she congratulated me for becoming an idol. In a country that I wasn't the most familiar in, I felt out of place most of the time, but with my sister, I felt like it wasn't so bad. We called each other when we had the time, which wasn't often since the both of us were busy with our schedules. Yooyeon and I were now in our bedroom, Yooyeon doing something on her phone while I stared at the wall, thinking about what I would do with Sana later today.

"What are you thinking about?" Yooyeon spoke up, looking up from her phone as well as interrupting my thoughts.

"I'm going to see my sister today, I'm just looking forward to it." I smiled earnestly, earning a fond look from the older girl. "I... I just miss her sometimes, you know. It's hard living in a country that isn't my own." I confessed, looking down.

I suddenly felt two arms wrap softly around my waist, hugging me tenderly. I could feel Yooyeon's body press against mine, engulfing me in her warmth. I was surprised at first, but I quickly returned the hug, wrapping my toned arms around her shoulders. I snuggled closer to her, putting my nose in the crook of her neck, inhaling her scent while fighting the tears that were threatening to come out. The older girl smelled like flowers, hints of wood showing through them. I wasn't someone who loved flowery scents, but hers was an exception. I really wasn't expecting her to comfort me this way since I knew for a fact that the raven-haired girl was not an emotional person. I usually wasn't that emotional either, I was more on the rational side, but with all that has been happening, I was a little 'à fleur de peau' as we'd say in French.