𝗗𝗘𝗩𝗢𝗧𝗘𝗗

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"Oh man, oh man, oh man." Chaeyoung was caught pacing around the front of an apartment complex with a yellow rose clutched in her hand. Your apartment building specifically. She wanted to talk to you, and then she couldn't. She wanted to make you smile, but then she'd freeze. She wanted to do a lot, but her nerves were having a rave and eating flaming hot Cheetos at the same time.

Feeling tingly from just the thought of you, she marched herself right to your building, but then her knees buckled, and she was brought back from the dreamy high she was on. The butterflies were having a boxing match in her stomach and her heart was going into cardiac arrest if it didn't stop sometime soon.

She was nervous. Nervous to screw it all up, scared to delete all the progress she had worked so hard to achieve with you. And man, did she not want to mess it all up. Chaeyoung was a flirt. Plain and simple. But everyone always had that one person that could make them trip over themselves whenever they were near. She was human, after all.

"Ah, fuck!" She hadn't even realized that she had been clutching the rose hard enough for it to draw blood. Cursing, she quickly took out a handkerchief from her pocket and wiped over the stem, including her hand as she put the rose in between her teeth. Her pacing had momentarily stopped, sighing with the rose in her mouth as she calmed down slightly.

The girl wasn't stupid, well, completely, but she knew how to be friendly with people, show them you're not just there for the sake of being there, but there for a good time. With her little lady, however, her mind went to mush, and her heart was doing backflips.

She just couldn't win, could she?

"Chaeyoung?" A voice all too sweet called out, making her whip her head around in surprise. She felt her throat go dry as she failed to remember any English, quickly taking the rose from her teeth and putting it behind her back.

She really couldn't win.

"Y/N! Hey!" She called out, a big grin on her face as she walked towards the girl, approaching her on the sidewalk. With a confused gaze, she gave a small smile.

"It's a lovely night and all, but what are you doing out here? It's kinda cold," she asked, making Chaeyoung go red in the face, her brain prying for an answer. She held out the rose in front of her, praying she had cleaned all the blood off it.

"Here, I picked it especially for you!" Chaeyoung grinned, putting the question to the side as her face lit up, carefully taking the rose. Humming, she held it gently, twirling it as she observed the bright plant.

"Aww, thank you. I love it." She glanced up, and Chaeyoung froze somewhat from her F/C, fearing she might get lost in it.

"I-uh, I was wondering if you'd care for dinner? Or something along those lines." She shot a smile, placing her hands in the pockets of her trousers as she bopped back and forth. "Name the place, and it's as good as yours, honey." This time, it was Y/N's turn to blush, the rose hiding her mouth as she turned a flesh pink.

"I'd love to, a-and, uhm, honey?" She questioned, making Chaeyoung pause. She had said it without another thought, a slip of the tongue. Had Y/N not liked it? Was it too much? Stumbling over her response in her mind, she gave a chuckle, or what sounded like one.

"Well, you're just really sweet! Like honey. Or did you want something else? Like sweetie, sugar, blossom..."

"Ah, no, I- it's perfect." Y/N stopped her, placing a delicate hand on her shoulder, which sent Chaeyoung's mind reeling as she stared at it. "It's just, I don't have anything in mind to call you..." She sounded disappointed, which only made Chaeyoung laugh as she placed a hand on hers, rubbing it gently.

"Just call me Katrina, then I'll be happy." And that she was, only her mother had called her Katrina, and, well, she wasn't around any longer, so no one had called her by her name for a dreadfully long time. The smile that flashed across her little lady's face, however, made everything else simply melt away.

"I like that. Katrina. Such a nice name."

And just like that, she was hooked. Even more so than before. Her name on your tongue felt right, and she made a promise to keep it that way. Taking the hand from her shoulder, she looped your arm in hers and held it fondly, not that she let it go in the first place. She saw you giggle, and electricity fueled her.

"What's got you in giggles, honey?"

"Oh, I just simply adore your outfit."

A smile christened her features from the compliment. She had spent around an hour picking her outfit, and it had been all worth the drama. A yellow dress shirt tucked into tailored dress pants, with black suspenders and a black bowtie, as well as a black fedora with a strip of fine yellow silk wrapped around and ending in a bow on the side.

She really owed Jihyo for the advice.

Both adults strolled along the sidewalk, the blonde secretly priding herself on her ability to make you laugh, one she cherished deeply, and the H/Cette simply loving the vibe coming from her companion, nudging closer and closer into her as they walked. The streets were near empty, so the chatter was appreciated on the otherwise silent street.

One glance at you was all it took for a wide grin to appear on her face, symphonies and orchestras elevating her mind to a slice of heaven she never knew it's possible. She hadn't felt this before with anyone else, not even in her past relationships. She knew what it was, what it meant.

And she hoped, prayed even, for this love to be shared between you both.

Of course, she was thinking too far ahead, but she didn't care to stop herself. She had you. You had her. And as long as she had you, there could be nothing that brought her down from this high of hers. Her dreamland was running beautifully, and she couldn't get it to stop even if she wanted it to.

Love was a song, and it was forever stuck in her head.