Fearless

“Are you crying?”

“What? No,” Chaewon mumbles, eyes still locked on the screen.

“Babe, it’s a dance practice, I can’t believe this is making you tear up,” you laugh while using your sleeve to pat her cheek dry.

She doesn’t react, just sits still as you wipe away the tears. “But look how clean it is,” she sighs, analyzing each and every move Kazuha makes.

This is just the way Chaewon is. She’s always just being the cutest girl on the planet – intentionally or unintentionally. Even now, while she sits in your lap and reviews dance practice videos, she just has to be adorable. It’s in every fiber of her body.

It didn’t take long for you to fall in love with her way of doing things – there’s a reason you two have been in a loving relationship basically since the day you met.

Everything has been so easy, that’s the best part. The two of you just click, mesh together so perfectly. Solved puzzle pieces are jealous of your compatibility. Even though you both ended up in busy careers – hers more so than yours – you both find time for the other, making sacrifices when needed.

You couldn’t be more pleased by your arrangement. Everything that comes with the package known as Chaewon is all you need in this world.

“Yours are just as good if not better,” you wrap your arms around her waist and press your lips to her cheek, catching yourself by surprise when you feel just how soft it is; no matter how many times you kiss her, you always forget.

“Well, you’re wrong, I don’t know what to tell you.”

“How about you don’t tell me anything and we do something else?”

“Something else?” Chaewon echoes with a giggle, turning off her phone screen. “And what might that be?”

“Oh, I don’t know,” you slide your hand down her waist and just your fingertips sneak into her waistband.

“Not tonight,” she mumbles, clearly regretfully, holding up her phone.

You pull your hand back and let it rest on her stomach. “Right, almost forgot that you’re an idol so you still have a bedtime.”

“It’s not a bedtime,” she whines, lifting herself up and turning to face you. “It’s just that tomorrow is a busy day.”

“Every day is a busy day for you guys.”

“That’s called being an idol,” she chuckles but then her face drops when she sees your disappointment. “Hey, I’m sorry–”

“Don’t be, I get it,” you purse your lips. “It’s just the price of dating an idol.”

Chaewon puffs out her cheeks and then sighs. “It’s worth it though, right?”

You tilt your head at her, scanning her expression.

Chaewon isn’t typically the type of girl who needs to be showered with compliments. In fact, it can be quite cute – like always – when you do compliment her and she gets all shy. That adorable, whiney voice she does when she’s pretending that you’re annoying her, even though you know she loves it.

However, you’ve come to learn there are also times when she does crave a bit of reassurance.

“I wouldn’t trade it for the world,” you smile at her. “Now, should we get you back to the dorms?”

“Will I see you tomorrow?” Chaewon turns around at her doorstep, arms crossed and bracing against the cold wind. “The morning is busy, but I have a break in the afternoon.”

“I don’t know if–”

“Stop, I don’t wanna hear it,” Chaewon interrupts and turns around.

Your lips curl into a smile and you quickly reach for her shoulder. She pulls away initially but then sighs and faces the side, leaning against the door with her head turned towards you.

“I didn’t even say no yet.”

“That last word is the problem,” her lips begin to pout. “I think I’m just stressed, sorry.”

You take a small step towards her and she opens up, facing you fully. “You get the pass during comeback week, it’s fine,” you reach forward and brush a strand of hair out of her face. “I’ll see what I can do, maybe I’ll pick you up from the office.”

“I’d like that,” Chaewon smiles back. “Just a few days before schedules take over my life, I don’t want to waste any time.”

“Neither do I.”

“Then let’s do it, let’s commit to doing something tomorrow evening,” her eyes light up. “It doesn’t even matter what, just something.”

“When you say something–”

“Yeah, that too,” she giggles into the night wind. “Multiple times, of course.”

“Wouldn’t it just be easier if I spend the night?” you step closer until your noses are almost touching.

“That’s a bad idea and you know it,” Chaewon whispers before letting her lips press forward.

Her plump, slightly parted, lips crash against yours hard. That’s all it takes for the freezing air to disappear, replaced by a warmth that spills deep inside your chest. The taste of her lips floods your senses.

You push forward until Chaewon’s back thuds against the door. She moans into your mouth, but the kiss never ceases, not even for a moment. You can feel her begin to lose balance, drunk off your mouth, and your hands quickly react before your mind.

Her waist fits so perfectly between your palms, snatched and toned like no other. Your fingers naturally slip under the hem of her top and into her skin, mimicking the way your tongue begins to push past her lips.

Your fingers feel the sharpness of her hips and your thumbs graze those elevens she trains day in and day out to maintain. Her skin is taut and firm while being impossibly soft to your touch at the same time.

Chaewon’s hands, with no desire to be left behind, match your energy instantly by latching onto your face. She’s cupping your jaw between them, pulling you closer, making it absolutely certain that there’s no world where you are allowed to leave her.

You’re hers.

Her thumbs are pressing into your cheeks – the tiniest dig of her nails making you feral – while your mouth fights against the stretch of your skin in desperation, kissing her incessantly. Just when you think it’ll truly never end, she pulls back enough to let a warm breath hit your lips.

The two of you make eye contact for only a split second before lunging back into each other. Her hands end up on the back of your head, tangling your hair between her fingers; while your hands end up sliding down her hips.

You take two handfuls of Chaewon’s tight ass into your palms, catching her as she reacts by jumping up into your grasp. You’re holding all of her weight up now, pinning her against the door while her legs wrap around your waist. Your fingers dig deep into the thin leggings she’s wearing, pressing hard into her ass.

Her thighs start to squish you, locking your bodies flush together. You hold on tighter, fingers kneading her ass to keep her right where you want her.