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yuchae : well, my girlfriend's in a band

published may 3, 2025. 7857 words
au
chaeryeong pov.

Yuna is my girlfriend. She's the guitarist and lead singer of a band. And she paints me as her secret.

I'm not entirely sure what that means, but I have a pretty good idea. I play the background character in some of her art. If there's some dialogue to create some sort of effect, it's me, the lover.

Her wealthy family lit a bunch of connections in order for her talent to get noticed. I mean, a whole crew of professionals! Sometimes, I feel like Yuna doesn't even need them; she's so creative and productive as it already is.

She's absolutely gorgeous, famous, and maneuvers a crazy whip with my leg in her palm. She has no idea how I'm jealous of myself at times.

I pushsd her while she was sitting beside me. "Why don't you get off your phone for a minute?" I asked.

She turns her head, handing me undivided attention like how she should. "Yeah?" Her earbud was still in her ear, though, the one on my side.

Man, did she look tired, rubbing her eyes. It appears as if she was tormented by a sleepless night. Even if she gave it her all tonight, she needed to let go of that damn phone.

We sat at an outdoor table in a plaza not far from her show, the young night awaiting us to continue.

I caressed her forearm so she'd quit destroying her poor eyes. Then, I flick my attention to her crazy hairdo and adjust the locks, wowed out of my mind. It wouldn't be a shocker if she woke up not too long after getting off stage. "What is going on..."

Yuna mumbles, "Stop," irritated by my insistence. She gently removes my hand and tilts her head away, refusing my five-second treatment.

"Stop, idiot." I pulled her back towards me, firm when she tried to fade away. "You look like you just woke up. Don't you brush your hair?"

"When I brush it, it gets fat," she groans and sets her forehead on my shoulder. "I don't want to do anything."

"Right... Big baby."

"Give me your lip balm."

I gasp. "You mean, lip gloss?"

"Yeah, whatever."

I duck my lips and freeze, teasing her to lean in. She doesn't. So I snatch the stick and swipe it across her lips in revenge. It's definitely strange how she prefers this over a fixed hairstyle. Still.

"What the hell?" She wipes it off, grimacing.

"That's what you get."

"Do it right. Then, you can get a kiss."

I was on it. Once I finished doing so, she thanked me, smashed a kiss on my cheek, and returned to her phone.

"No..." I pucker my lips for her to reciprocate a real kiss again. Instead, she leans her temple close so I'd leave the mark there, as if it's my turn to. She is genuinely glued to the screen, snacking on salty chips.

I grumble, the flames fueling my hot-head. I get it-she doesn't want to show our affection in public. But I can't just swallow my pettiness and let it slide.

"That's why I make you do all those videos with me."

Yuna shares a quiet giggle with me, yet I continue to wonder if she's embarrassed by it. "My friends make fun of it. And your dumb brother mentions that stupid-"

"I just want to have fun! Wow. I'm seriously about to hit you."

"Wait. Huh?"

Maybe she understood me, but the chances of that are slim. I punch her in the shoulder with enough power to say something. I absolutely despise how slow, slow, and slow she is. She works ridiculously hard some days and it kills me.