[A/N]

Okay, I’m going to post this before having second thoughts. Tiny update on this story, as I slog through to the end.

Let’s Get It.

The group took a collective break while Seungwan went away to tend to her face, with members following closely after her, with some worrying over her well being and some wanting to take a breather or just to walk around and flex their muscles. After what happened, the girls and Wendy in particular do deserve a little time off after that emotional conversation and long, yet fun first meeting.

Jieun remained silent in her seat, reflecting and feeling guilty about what she did, chastising her decision and her actions.

'What had I done?' She thought miserably.

All she wanted to do was make it up to the rivaling group's Main Vocalist and check in on her to see if she was okay. Seungwan cried pretty hard, to the point of bawling her eyes out from what she could observe from her position. And while she didn't have the intention to do so, it was her words and inactions that directly caused it.

She just wanted to convey to the Korean-Canadian her true and honest feelings, to relay her support for her own personal happiness no matter what the cost, and not to believe what the people say about her.

Not make her sob uncontrollably.

She knew it wasn't the proper time nor place, but it felt right to Jieun in the moment, to tell one of her favorite, most talented singers in the industry her feelings. Call her selfish, but a tiny part of her felt happy that Wendy was actively listening and open to what she had to say, that her words and opinion held a massive weight of importance to the talented vocalist.

But the more prominent part was definitely worried about the well-being of the kindhearted woman.

She felt remorseful for what she did to the kind member. Jieun thought that she went too far with what she did, especially since they were strangers not too long ago, and wanted to go and comfort the Main Vocal as she was the reason why she was crying in the first place and apologize for saying those triggering topics out of line to her senior, in both age and profession.

Seungwan looked hurt and held a deep sense of pain, even when she tried to mask it with her upbeat energy and off-the-wall personality.

However, the eyes are the windows to people's souls, some would say. And it's not hard to find what you're looking for if you're searching in the right place or know the signs from experience or observation.

The other members looked uncomfortable as well when they were having their 'private' conversation with each other, although they don't understand English perfectly, they probably grasped onto a couple of words and phrases, and noticed Seungwan's stirring emotions and Jieun's flinching, but ultimately decided to stay out of it for privacy sakes.

Jieun wanted to ask the members of their own thoughts about this, but was too absorbed by what she was trying to say to Seungwan to question them further, after everything happened, along with the situation moving too fast than she liked.

It was getting a bit too suffocating for Jieun's liking, now utterly alone in the room. Her persistent thoughts berated her for going too far and being out of line for what she said along with the build up of pressure and uncomfortably, making Jieun feel claustrophobic and squirm.

'Idiota, why'd you have to say that?!'

‘바보, 바보’

'You've ruined it with them.’

‘Now you’ll never get close to them, nor get into that camp!!'

‘You’re just a failure. Everywhere you go and everything you do, aren’t ya?’

Her thoughts were racing, screaming at her stupidity and forwardness, and were solely focused on one individual.

She wanted to get out of her seat and chase after the woman she wronged and comfort the crap out of the girl, profusely apologizing for what she said and did, telling her how remorseful she felt for pushing all her thoughts and emotions onto her senior without considering her.

She must've felt disrespected or attacked even when it wasn’t Jieun’s intention in the first place.

Even under the pretense of a game, it was definitely wrong to call her out on something that she was deeply uncomfortable with nor wanted to face in a public setting.

But there was a huge factor that had the Captain of TWICE in shambles.

She had forgotten something important when she was lost in the heat of the moment. And it was biting her back in the , in the literal personification form of a body still using her as a cuddle pillow, locking her in position and preventing her from doing what she wanted and planned to do.

Kim Yerim, the Maknae of the girl group that she'll be working with in the future, whose other members ditched her to comfort their Main Singer, had never left her lap throughout the whole interaction with Wendy to her surprise.

Jieun briefly wondered how she managed to stay on her when the chair wasn't all too deep, but feeling her tight grip around her had slowly delved Jieun's mind onto the naughtier, raunchier, imaginative, and visceral side of things, as she slowly observed and appreciate the view.

Yerim was sporting a boho hairstyle that was a rich, deep dark brown color that almost looked black in some lighting, falling down her shoulder so freely. Her skin, so flawless and impossibly smooth, had made Jieun have an itch to run her fingers through it. Her gorgeous, bright, hazel brown eyes that makes Jieun feel as if she would get lost in them, were shut for the moment. Her even bangs, sticking onto her forehead that looked way too good on her made Yerim’s face look smaller. While donning a simple, flowy, black low-cut dress over an immaculate deep navy blazer draped over her body to the top of her knees with a simple, yet elegant pair of high heels to accentuate her height and make her more petite and doll-like.

It was a simple yet sophisticated look that she was sporting that did nothing but race Jieun's mind onto a couple of creative things that she could do together with the slightly older, maturing Maknae. As her tight body quickly melded with her own, preventing the woman on her lap from falling off and hitting the flat floor, the action had the adverse effect of blessing Jieun with feeling of every curvature of the Red Velvet Maknae's body the more she realized it.

Not to mention with their height difference, the low-cut dress and positioning of themselves gave Jieun a wonderful view of Yerim's well-endowed chest with her cleavage going up and down as she breathed and clung onto her for dear life, leaving her with little to ample space to appreciate the view.

With her eyes still sealed shut, Jieun felt the warm press of Yerim's nose pressed against her neck, the smell of her perfume encapsulating all her senses that spread warmth around her body. Jieun couldn't break her gaze away from the attractive sight, and it didn't help seeing the milky, yet nimble legs wrapped around her so readily, with Yerim’s outfit riding up a little where she can practically see up into her inner thighs, maybe even more, driving her mad insane, absolutely not helping Jieun's poor heart.

It didn't help that she was breathing softly onto her nape, Jieun held back a low, raspy moan in anticipation as she tingled with butterflies growing in her stomach the more prolonged it was, with the tips of her ears burning, getting dizzy from the close contact.

Jieun couldn't take it anymore. She couldn't do anything as she felt the pressure building up within her core. The pressure felt a little like a dam about to burst with an overflow of emotions, with only one direction in which to go, and the itch annoyed her greatly, wanting to relieve it instantaneously.

And when Jieun felt the overwhelming itch trickle within her, she couldn't stop the immediate barrage of dirty thoughts that flooded her mind. Ideas that she had never thought of nor wanted to reveal were slowly leaking out of her barely restrained mind.

Thoughts that made her blush out of embarrassment.

Jieun always knew that Yerim was well-endowed, but the way she constantly held onto her while sitting in the chair, either out of fear of falling out of her 'proclaimed' seat or something else entirely, made it more prominent and stand out, which made Jieun's thoughts get even more imaginative and deeper in the gutter.

Of course, she wouldn't act on any of these thoughts, that would go against everything she believes in, basic human respect, common decency, choice, consent, her values and a promise she made.

That would be a new level of trouble that she had no intention of going through, but it was still a very much appreciated sight to watch respectfully from, and to sear into her brain forever.

Jieun's body was as stiff as a pole, afraid that any sort of movement would awaken the slightly older woman on her lap.

Jieun's convinced that the sole Red Velvet member left in the room had fallen asleep on her, leaving her frozen in her embrace, given how much she stared, and the slight squirms, resulting in no response from Yerim.

She would rather prefer the calm, sleeping kitten that Yerim is currently then to face the wrath of an irate woman, assuming that she acts the same as her members when woken up: rough, grumpy, sarcastic, and most of all, angry.

Jieun can empathize and sympathize with Yerim on how rough it is to be an idol, especially one of their stature and popularity. She would utilize any and all opportunities to relax or get a moment of shuteye.

Yerim most likely felt the same sentiments, she assumed, knowing how busy the woman has been, running her own solo show as an MC on YouTube, starting as a leading actress for a drama to featuring on artists' songs and even songwriting credits to top it off!

The woman has a lot on her plate, figuratively and metaphorically, and Jieun didn't want to possibly ruin the most amount of sleep that Yerim probably had for the entire week.

The altruistic woman wanted to give the group member some solace and a break from their busy lives. She didn't want them to be influenced nor stressed when working with her. Along with being her bias group, she wants to be as accommodating and pleasant as possible for her favorite group.

Jieun held firmly onto the Red Velvet Maknae, without thinking, her other hand gently random patterns onto her smooth skin, eliciting a quiet groan from the woman on her lap.

It was music to her ears to hear that sinful and deep voice being affected by her actions, burning Jieun's ears red in embarrassment with a twinge of excitement. Even though she knew she shouldn't, she couldn't help but imagine what it would be like to wake up to such a y, , and suggestive timbre like Yerims'.

This had got Jieun thinking about her own members and possible implications of such actions, if she acted on her feelings and more primal side.

Stubborn and impulsive, Jieun wanted to give in to the natural feelings coursing through her. Feelings that she could drown in if she did the right thing and says the right words, coercing and convincing both of them into a sea of pleasure and an euphoric high.

A little voice in the back of her head told her to act on her thoughts and let go of her inhibitions, to throw caution in the wind, and go buck wild. But she drowned that voice out with the other, more responsible, sensible one who told her to keep her lips sealed shut and be welcoming to her favorite group.

But Jieun wasn't selfish. She didn't want to just do or take something just because she felt like it.

She is a lady first who respects her sunbae.

And she didn't want to stoop down that level, like the people back at her school, who did anything to fit in or survive, by going with the demands of people higher in the social hierarchy, going against their personal thoughts, ideologies, relationships, and feelings, like the people that she had unfortunately met in the past, in the guise of survival or fitting in.

Mentally exhausted at her running thoughts, Jieun gently pulled away from Yerim's embrace, a small smile etched on her face.

They all have been working hard on their promotions. They, at least, deserve some peace and quiet for once.

She would just continue with the peaceful moment of silence, enjoying the feeling of being wrapped in Yerim's arms.

…

Although she was starting to feel a little sore, being stuck in this position for nearly hours now, without any movements.

She tried to make some movement by swaying and wiggling her body back and forward to get some blood circulating, but it didn't help that Yerim was wrapped around her, making the whole action irrelevant and difficult. And with their close contact with one another, Jieun is starting to feel faint with how warm and secure she felt being embraced by the enchanting woman.

It was a little suffocating, really.

She wanted to at least get up and at least stretch her limbs and move around, or maybe get drinks for everyone from the nearby vending machine that she saw on the way here or maybe go back to the cafeteria and get a quick snack or something.

But nope, that wasn’t going to happen anytime soon.

While she does appreciate the close, bodily contact and skinship, Jieun was starting to feel a bit claustrophobic, and finding that there was no possible way of getting out of her situation without hurting Yerim in some way, or inconveniencing them, she was forever stuck, suffering until the other members return, or if Yerim wakes up naturally.

She lightly fidgeted in her seat, vying to get more fresh air into her lungs and a little bit of space in between them as her mind focused solely on her breathing. Trying her hardest to calm her rapidly beating heart that was beating out of its cage where it could feel it throb throughout her body, letting out short, ragged breaths as her palms started to shake, that Jieun didn’t notice. Her body starts to pulsate out of control while her mind goes into a cave, leaving Jieun wheezing and gasping silently for air.

She could practically feel her pulse pounding through her ear, in an erratic rhythm that made her lose her focus and her breathing.

Of course, the good things don’t last very long, do they?

Jieun fought to control her breathing, she tried to focus on it but the pain in her chest, the soreness of her joints, and the harsh throbbing was too much for the young member. It was getting harder to control and more difficult to grasp when she suddenly lost how to breathe in the haze of panic, and it bodied her to oblivion.

Her heart pounded and she had begun to hyperventilate, slowly sliding down her seat and trying to reach out to any solid object to grasp, wincing from the pain it caused in her, but welcoming it all the same.

But it couldn’t be helped as the growing bud of a panic attack was emerging rather quickly, with the walls closing in around her while her sight started to get alarmingly more blurry.

‘No not aga-‘

She wanted to release a bloodcurdling scream, to let anyone know that she’s stuck, that she needs to get out. But it seems like her body refuses her commands, and lays unresponsive to her pleas.

Jieun's eyes remained unfocused, looking glazed and milky, as she's starting to see shapes and blobs moving in front of her as she feels herself wheezing.

She was attempting so hard to catch an ounce of air.

Just a tiny little breath.

Just enough to make sure she doesn't die right here in the seat.

But she just can't, and she feels herself getting lightheaded.

She couldn't think anymore but then suddenly she felt two hands cupping her face and Jieun blinked o