y/n never expected a girl literally running into her to become the highlight of her senior year. dani definitely never expected that same girl to make her question everything she thought she knew about herself. but when their friends get involved, ignoring their feelings becomes a lot harder.
chapter twelve: butterflies cant stop me falling for you
synopsis 𓂁 y/n is the bassist and one of four vocalists for an up and coming rnb band. surprisingly early into their career, they start getting invited to award shows and parties where he meets megan. unfortunately for him, he’s too shy to talk to her
y/n never expected a girl literally running into her to become the highlight of her senior year. dani definitely never expected that same girl to make her question everything she thought she knew about herself. but when their friends get involved, ignoring their feelings becomes a lot harder.
chapter eleven: i'll just keep on dreaming, but it's cool cause we're just friends
y/n never expected a girl literally running into her to become the highlight of her senior year. dani definitely never expected that same girl to make her question everything she thought she knew about herself. but when their friends get involved, ignoring their feelings becomes a lot harder.
chapter ten: i could be a pretty girl, shut up when you want me to ⟨ mostly written ⟩
At exactly 8:30, Y/n knocked twice against Dani's room door. She barely had a chance to let her mind wander or second-guess herself before the door swung wide open.
"Right on time," Dani smiled. "I was starting to think you were gonna bail."
Y/n leaned casually against the doorframe, a playful smirk tugging at her lips. "I definitely considered it."
Dani gasped dramatically, "Wow. Mean."
"I'm kidding," Y/n laughed softly, her eyes sweeping over her. "You look nice."
The compliment came so naturally that it took Dani a second to process the words. "Oh." A faint, subtle blush warmed her cheeks as a smile tugged at her lips, and she looked down at her outfit. "Thanks."
"You ready to go?"
Dani nodded, stepping out into the hallway and locking the door behind her. The walk to the elevator was quiet at first, though not awkwardly or uncomfortably.
"So..." Dani broke the silence first, looking over as they walked side by side. "Is this what you always do?"
"What? Take a pretty girl out on a coffee date?” she asked, nodding. “Pretty much every morning."
Dani completely ignored the second part, raising her eyebrows. “So this is a date then huh?”
Y/n panicked, usually, she was able to openly flirt with people she takes out. However, she wasn’t sure how Dani would take it. “I mean-if you’re fine with it,” she replies, with less confidence than before.
Dani laughed, the sound light and musical in the quiet hallway. "Yeah, sure," she tried to say casually.
The elevator chimed, the doors sliding open, and they stepped inside. "I still can't believe we actually live on the same floor," Dani said softly, looking up at the floor numbers lighting up above the door.
"I know, it's wild."
"We've probably walked past each other a hundred times without realizing it."
"And it took you literally running into me to finally say hi," Y/n teased.
Dani covered her face with one hand, letting out an embarrassed groan. "You are never going to let me live that down, are you?"
Y/n smiled warmly. "I haven't fully decided yet."
"I was running late!" Dani defended herself weakly.
Y/n smiled, "Mhm." Dani brought her hand down, looking at her. "I felt terrible about it."
"I know,” Y/n laughed.
"Shut up," Dani grinned at her.
The elevator chimed again, and they stepped out into the crisp, cool morning air. Campus was only just beginning to wake up around them. Students hurried across the walkways toward early lectures with fife and energy drinks in their hands.
"So," Y/n said as they stepped off the curb to cross the street, "dance?"
Dani laughed out loud. "Is that seriously your best conversation starter?"
"I panicked," Y/n admitted with a laugh.
Dani shrugged, "I mean, I guess it wasn't terrible."
"No?"
"No," Dani offered smoothly. "It was kind of cute."
Y/n paused for a fraction of a second, looking over at her with a raised eyebrow. "Cute?"
Dani's initial wave of confidence lasted for exactly half a second before the weight of what she'd just said caught up to her. "I mean-"
"You think I'm cute?" Y/n asked, a dangerous hint of amusement in her voice.
"What?" Dani laughed nervously, her cheeks suddenly feeling hot. "That's-that's not what I meant at all."
"It really sounded like what you meant."
"I meant..." Dani scrambled, searching her mind for literally any logical explanation. "The question was cute."
Y/n looked at her, eyebrows raised in surprise. "My question?"
"Yes!" she answered quickly.
"It was literally one word."
"I know," Dani mumbled, looking straight ahead.
The teasing faded as they slipped back to comfortable silence, but Y/n’s mind couldn’t stop overthinking.
Maybe this wasn't just a friendly coffee run. Or maybe Dani was just naturally sweet and kinda flirty to everyone. She didn't want to think too hard about it, though, for fear of messing up what they'd started.
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a/n: i know there's been a lot of writing, but i promise after this it's gonna die down. i just needed them to meet and establish their dynamic yk and also lmk ab taglist!!
y/n never expected a girl literally running into her to become the highlight of her senior year. dani definitely never expected that same girl to make her question everything she thought she knew about herself. but when their friends get involved, ignoring their feelings becomes a lot harder.
a/n: guys lmk about taglist/any errors!!
starring: katseye, james & keonho (cortis), yunah and minju (illit), and yunjin (le sserafim)
profiles: katseye ✩ fruit bowl
𝄞♭ smau playlist 𝄞♫
♪ track 01. ➞ i've got a girl crush
♪ track 02. ➞ i kinda wish you were gay
♪ track 03. ➞ you're so gorgeous
♪ track 04. ➞ good luck, babe
♪ track 05. ➞ you belong with me
♪ track 06. ➞ girls girls girls
♪ track 07. ➞ i wanna be your girlfriend
♪ track 08. ➞ i think of her so much, it drives me crazy
pairing: daniela avanzini x masc!girl choreographer reader
content: suggestive, smoking/drinking, dani cussing reader out in spanish, a glimpse of posessive!dani, whiplash from them being toxic in present time and cute in past time
song: greetings from california - the neighbourhood
word count: 3.2k
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daniela ended up at the party.
somehow, after much whining and begging from lara and megan (who conveniently left out the detail of y/n’s attendance at the event), she eventually gave in, deciding that maybe taking her mind off the whole y/n situation would be a pretty good solution.
she had been moping around all day. when asked by her members, she blamed it on being tired from rehearsal, but it was actually attributed to the fact that after this weekend, she had to see y/n again. work with her again. it made her feel a bit nauseous.
the party was at a huge mansion in the hills, the house of some beauty influencer dani had forgotten the name of. she had somehow gotten split up from lara and megan almost as soon as they all arrived, and she found herself wandering through the kitchen area, humming along to some 2000s pop anthem that was playing. the walls shook lightly as the bass pounded from the speakers.
the room was dimly lit, only by a green strobe and the blinking of the city lights and neighbouring buildings that were in view from the floor to ceiling windows. ice was spilled all over one of the kitchen countertops, and it was sticky with the residue from empty cups and cans.
daniela’s eyes scanned the crowd for anyone that she knew. in this city, at these types of functions, there was always a familiar face amongst a horde of strangers. at the top of the stairs, she recognised two guys she knew from the LA dance scene talking to someone who was following them down the stairs.
“thank god we managed to steal you away from those pretentious, indie sleaze knicks before it was too late.” one of them said.
“yeah, seriously y/n, you need to visit more often.” the other added.
daniela froze. y/n. y/n?
maybe there could be another y/n? the city was massive and—
and that’s when she saw you, finally coming into view from behind the two guys.
she watched you stride down the top of the stairs with the same endearing charm you had a year ago, but now it had transformed into something much louder, more self-assured than ever before. as always, you towered over her, even when she was in heels - but you had grown into your height. the clumsiness you had at 19 was no longer there at 21.
even under the low light, she was sure your arms had somehow gotten even bigger, and were now littered in tattoos. you look so mature. so aware of yourself. it was a little intimidating.
but there were also parts of you that were the same, which dani took a weird comfort in. like the way you smelled. your cologne, the lingering air of cigarette smoke. you still used the same cologne. you always had a velvety, warm smell around you that reminded her of how the house smelled after her mom’s cooking. and of course, your lazy, crooked smile which used to be able to convince her of doing just about anything. in some ways at least, you were still the same girl. you were still hers.
you laughed with the girl next to you as the two dancer guys you had been talking with disappeared amongst the crowd. then you looked up.
“dani—?” you took a misstep on the stairs when you saw her, almost tripping and holding onto the wall to steady yourself. “coño,” you cursed under your breath.
“smooth.” daniela deadpanned, the corners of her lips threatening to curl into a small smile.
she looked even better in person than she did on instagram— well, before you blocked her. before you couldn’t stand to see her face any longer.
before that, you had quietly observed, seen how katseye had changed her, how the confidence now radiated from her in waves. she had always made you nervous, but now it seemed she had the same intoxicating effect on everybody else. your stomach turned, threatening to spill out all the alcohol you had consumed so far that night.
you blushed and looked down for a second. “i’m drunk.”
dani looked you up and down and tilted her head to the side. “you sure about that?”
you hated how well she knew you. she still made you fumble.
“who’s your friend?” dani’s eyes narrowed ever so slightly, flitting over the brunette girl who clung to your bicep.
you had almost forgotten she was there.
“oh, uh this is-“ you blinked. “what was your name again?” you ask her.
“amelie.” she doesn’t loosen her grip.
“amelie, right. this is amelie.”
daniela raises an eyebrow at you. “ah, ahora crees que eres el tigre” she snipes. (‘you think you’re a player now, huh?’)
“no empieces, daniela.” (‘don’t start’)
when her name slips from your lips, it makes the both of you flinch. it’s been so long. she always loved the way you said it, the way it was supposed to be said. the air between you is tense and charged, and the sounds of the party around you seem to dissipate as you get lost in each other's eyes for the first time in forever. her gaze slices through you, equal parts annoyed, and equal parts somewhat in awe at seeing you again.
her tight black dress hugged her body in all the right places, and it matched your black t-shirt and jeans. you were accidentally in sync. you looked like a couple. you banished the thought from your brain just as quickly as it had appeared.
“your hair’s dark again.” you break the silence between you, eyes fanning over her frame.
dani almost wilts under your intense gaze, swallowing harshly. “it was dark the last time you saw me.”
you shake your head. “they made you get the blonde highlights back for SIS.”
this amuses her. “you been keeping an eye on me, or something?”
you scoff. “so what if i have?”
it was dani’s turn to fumble now. she wasn’t used to you giving an attitude back at her like that. you really had changed. this annoyed her even more. she rolled her eyes at you.
“will you excuse us for a second?” you asked amelie with a grimace, the girl you had only met a few moments before in the bathroom queue.
she didn’t look too impressed, but nodded, trailing her hand down your chest. “don’t make me wait too long,” she told you flirtily, before shoving past daniela.
“excuse yourself, i’m done talking to you.” daniela sneered at you sharply, also turning to strut away through the crowd.
you blinked at how quickly she was gone, picking up your pace to follow after her and grab her wrist. “dani, wait—“
her breath hitched at the sudden contact between you as your ringed-fingers curled around her wrist, an almost pleading gesture. the way your eyes bore into hers reminded her of the desperate expression that you used to get on your face when you would beg for her to let you touch her, to taste her– “no me toques.” she snaps herself out of it and snatches her wrist away, and you both immediately miss the contact. (‘don’t touch me.’)
you run your fingers through your hair, exasperated. it’s way too hot inside amongst all the bodies, and its only february. you need to be alone with her, to hear her voice properly again. maybe then it will all be okay. maybe then you can work together without everything crashing down all over again. maybe then you can stop already wanting her again.
“wanna go smoke?” is the only thing your mind seems to conjure up.
“wanna go smoke?” dani repeats, incredulous. “we haven’t talked in a year, and all you can say is ‘wanna go smoke?”
“in my defense, i was heading out for a smoke before you appeared anyway.”
“my bad for ruining your plans.” she huffs, not at all sorry. “what were you gonna do, shotgun smoke into that girl’s mouth?”
“is that a yes, or a no?”
daniela notices the girl from earlier watching you both from the dancefloor and scowls, saying nothing more, and its her turn to grab you now, hand latching onto your wrist hard to quickly drag you away outside by the pool.
the purple pool lights are enchanting, and the way they illuminate on the rippling water is a calm contrast to the rager inside the house. it’s much quieter outside, and you can finally hear yourself think. you’re not drunk enough yet, and it’s the worst possible time for this.
when daniela finally lets go of you, there are small indents on your arm that her sharp acrylic nails leave behind. you run your fingers over them.
daniela notices your action and rolls her eyes. “don’t be such a fucking baby.”
you don’t say that you liked feeling a mark, a reminder of her presence on you again. instead, you pull out a packet of reds and dig around in your pocket for your lighter.
daniela has to swallow down the lump in her throat as she watches you smoke. you sit at the edge of the pool, legs spread slightly, cigarette resting between your parted lips. you look good, she always thought you looked good - but especially when you smoked.
her immediate craving for you disgusted her. the desire built up in her chest like a fireball, burning up her insides and taunting her. her eyebrows furrowed. she was better than this, wasn’t she?
“you should quit. it’s not good for your stamina.”
you feel a chill down your neck as the wind passes over you, and you twitch a little. “well, we both know i never had a problem with that before.”
the suggestive statement stops her in her tracks, and she focuses intently on the water in front of her to stop a flashback from running through her mind.
“stop looking at me like that, y/n.”
“i’m not looking at you like anything.” you exhale the cigarette smoke, aiming it away from her face. “you look good.” you say, pausing thoughtfully. “it’s just been a while.”
“whose fault is that?”
“that’s up for interpretation.” you muse, taking another puff.
“is this your twisted way of apologising to me?” daniela crosses her arms over her chest, and your eyes can’t help but track her movements. you’re getting a little sick of the animosity. after all, she was the one who–
“sorry? i have nothing to apologise for!” you spit back. “you mean you should.”
she scoffs. “i didn’t do anything i need to apologise for.”
“dique.” you quip. (‘supposedly’)
“classic, dani.” you roll your eyes, turning away. “never thinks she’s done anything wrong until it’s too late.”
“vete pa la pinga.” (‘go fuck yourself’) she gets up from the edge of the pool, storming away.
“see you on monday.” you call after her, your tone not half as sharp as hers, but desperate to get the last word in.
you’re left alone outside, angrily tossing the butt of your cigarette into the water.
no matter what she seems to think, you blame her for the way things went down between you.
-
august 2022
“you know you’re the first out of everyone to be put in level A for dance?” ezrela explains as she and lexi show you around the trainee house. the other girls had finished training for the day, and after you had finished doing admin shit with missy, it was time for you to settle in for the night at your new home.
the idea of living with a bunch of other girls you had just met for an extended amount of time scared you a little. you hadn’t had many girl friends back home, which was mostly due to your busy dance schedule and lack of time to socialise, but also due to the way you presented yourself. california was one of the most liberal states, but you still hadn’t really felt free enough until you graduated high school. but the house was amazing, located amongst all the major studios, and right in the heart of the san fernando valley, and much bigger than your family’s small home back in van nuys.
“for real?” you raised an eyebrow, lugging your heavy suitcase up the stairs with a practiced ease. “i thought nikky was bluffing. she seems… intense.”
“she is,” lexi giggled. “but she’s a super good teacher. i feel like i’ve definitely improved so much since i got here. most of us have been training since march.”
“oh, shit.”
“yeah, and for you to be put in A without even doing a real level test? that’s crazy. we’ve all been wondering for months what it takes to be in level A, and i guess now we know. the rest of us are doomed.” ezrela chuckles. “except maybe dani or megan.”
your ears prick up at the mention of daniela, but you play it cool. you hadn’t got to speak to her at all since you all got back to the house. she had headed straight to her room to shower, and you hadn’t seen her since. “yeah, daniela is um, is dancing her main thing then?”
ezrela nods, thinking nothing of your question. “she’s been dancing since she was like three years old. it shows, she’s amazing. she usually ranks the highest out of all of us for dance.”
“well, when you hear my singing you won’t be as impressed.” you chuckle. “dancing is definitely my strong suit, i think it’s the only thing that even really got me into the program.” you say humbly.
“no way,” she shakes her head. “you radiate the ‘star quality’ the execs are always talking about!”
“yeah! the way you came in not knowing anybody and just danced like that after nikky put you on the spot? it was pretty hypnotising. and i love the masculine vibe you’ve got going. very mysterious.”
you blush at their compliments and crack a smile. “thank you.”
“big idol energy.” ezrela jokes, and the three of you break out into laughter.
they lead you through the hallway on the second floor of the house, and you notice how lived in the home seems already. there’s polaroids of the girls plastered on their bedroom doors, and the sound of giggling buzzing through the floor downstairs. you can already tell they all feel like a family.
“this is your room,” ezrela explains, pushing open one of the doors. “we hope you don’t mind not choosing, everywhere else is already taken. but you’re sharing with me and dani.”
sure enough, there daniela is, sprawled across her bed on her front, scrolling on her phone. she looks up when the three of you enter.
you and dani lock eyes, and the room suddenly feels a little smaller.
“welcome to roommate club!” ezrela squeals.
the two girls leave you to unpack, heading to the room next door that lexi shares with karlee and naisha. you’re left alone with daniela.
you silently crouch down to the floor, unzipping your suitcase as you try to think of something to say. so far, no luck.
“you want some help?” daniela asks, putting down her phone.
“uh, sure. that would be great, thanks.” you nod, and daniela joins you in the middle of the room.
“you can put all your stuff here,” she pulls out two of the empty bottom drawers and points to one of the storage boxes by the window. “if you need more space, just ask, ezrela and i can move our stuff around.”
“i should be fine,” you shake your head, pulling out the piles of folded clothes from your suitcase. “i don’t have that much stuff.”
“looks like your entire wardrobe consists of duplicate black t-shirts and wifebeaters anyway.” daniela teases, grabbing some of your clothes and holding them up in the air.
“hey, i like what i like.” you shrug, smiling a little. you continue to unpack your stuff, and daniela helps you to put them on the empty hangers.
“it’s cool,” she says, attention back on you now. “i like your style, it’s cute.” you swear you see her bite her lip when her eyes sweep over you. its the same look she gave you when you caught eyes in the mirror earlier that afternoon.
you blink. “can you pass me the vaina–?” you say, catching yourself midway. “sorry, just that thing there.” you point to your dance bag on top of the dresser.
“la vaina?” dani repeats, amused at your dialect. “you dominican?”
you nod, a little bashful that she picked up on that so quickly. “dominicans, we’re always saying that vaina shit.”
she laughs, and you’re immediately enchanted by the sound, noticing the dimples that frame her cheeks. “i hear it alot from my dominican friends back in ATL.”
“you’re cuban, right?”
daniela nods. “how did you know?”
you shrug, and give her a small smile. “don’t you ever miss your family? like, doesn’t being here ever get lonely?”
“at times, yeah, the stress of training is so physically and mentally demanding. but the schedule is so busy that we don’t really have time to miss anybody. and all us girls are like a family at this point. we always have eachother.” at that comment, you falter a little, which she notices. “hey,” her expression turns soft, and she nudges you with her elbow. “you’ll fit in with everyone in no time. i promise. but i do miss my mom’s cooking.”
“i’ve been told i make a pretty good ropa vieja,” you offer, and her eyes widen with almost comical excitement. it’s cute, she’s cute.
“fuck, no way. i would literally marry you on the spot if you made me some one day. and i’m not joking.”
you can feel yourself about to start blushing again, so you play off your reaction with a laugh, playing along. “looks like i’ll be spending alot of time in the kitchen, then.”
when she laughs again, her phone screen lights up with a notification. you notice her phone background, a prom picture of her and some guy in a grey tuxedo.
of course she had a boyfriend. it’s not like you were planning anything, you were both trainees— that would make for a very messy situation. it was just typical. you just had a habit of being interested in straight girls.
your knees brush when dani scoots a little closer to you, and neither of you make an effort to move. you swallow, suddenly hyper-aware of your senses as the beautiful girl next to you runs her fingers through her curly hair.
she quickly clicked the power button off, sending the screen dark.
Accidentally kidnapping the mafia boss | Daniela Avanzini
summary: one wrong move and suddenly you hit someone with your car, take them home, and now are accused of a kidnapping?
warnings: mentions of blood and murder
tags: mafia boss!dani x fem!reader, mafia shenanigans, for funsies, this is so crack i can’t
WC: 3.1k
note: merry early christmas may your holidays be filled with nothing but the best! i like how i said i’d be active then i died mb guys i make a lot of false promises SPEAKING OF FALSE PROMISES I HAVE REQUESTS I STILL HAVEN’T FINISHED FROM AUGUST AND I’M SO SORRY I WILL DO THEM I SWEAR I JUST NEED TO ACTUALLY SIT DOWN AND FINISH THEM. yo sorry for what u abt to read idek what this is
the artificial lights in the office flickered overhead as you slammed the desk drawer shut. 3 months of work gone in an instant as your superior had taken the credit for it.
what a bitch.
trying to keep your cool as you stormed out of the office, you made your way into the empty parking lot as everyone was invited to after work drinks to celebrate the boss’ new successful project.
of course you were invited but you weren’t going to stand there watching as everyone praised that lazy ass man for work he didn’t even give a second thought in doing.
“he’ll pay for this,” you muttered, jaw clenched tight as you had to fight your 5th crashout of the day, “i’ll kill him.”
the familiar sound of your favourite song filled the car (perhaps “next morning i will” by dogs ear), as you backed out of the parking lot, tires screeching against the asphalt.
lost in your thoughts of anger and resentment, a figure darted from the shadows far too quick for you to react, slamming on the breaks too late. you could only close your eyes in horror as you heard the sickening thud of something hitting your car.
“fuck! please just be a deer or like a really fat squirrel,” you pleaded to no one in particular as you got out of your car.
to your absolute horror, a woman lay crumpled on the pavement, blood oozing from her forehead.
okay no need to panic, no way she’s dead. right?
you knelt beside her as you checked for life, she was alive. thank god that could’ve been so bad.
a groan was heard from the ground as the woman began to stir.
“ma’am i am so so so sorry i hit you with my car i’ll call an ambulance for you!” you shouted, while trying to keep her from moving, you didn’t want her to possibly have a spine injury and get paralyzed.
“no. no hospital. no ambulance. just let me lay here for a bit i’ll be okay,” she managed to groan out before fully passing out.
now what the hell do you do now? maybe she doesn’t have insurance. obviously you can’t leave her here, but you can’t just take her to the hospital either.
i guess theres only one logical solution…
load her into the back of your trunk and take her home.
back in your cramped apartment, you managed to get her situated on the couch, albeit poorly as she looked like she was half haphazardly thrown there as her arms and legs dangled off the edge.
before you could address her injuries a short figure approached you, meowing almost as if she was scolding you.
“yoonchae go away, we have a guest that may or may not be allergic,” you said as you tried to shoo the cat away.
a white fluffy cat walked over to you and began pawing at your leg.
“i’ll feed you in a moment i promise,” you pleaded before she let out an unimpressed meow and left you alone.
you turned your attention back on the curly haired woman who was currently sprawled on your couch, her skin sprinkled with lacerations and bruises. it appeared like she was in the middle of a fight with someone, that or your car hit her a little too good.
you reached for the first aid kit you kept in your cabinets, cleaning and dressing the wounds before you finally saw it.
the glint of a gold necklace hidden beneath the fabric of her shirt, with a very familiar insignia.
shit you just kidnapped the mafia boss.
instantly your blood ran cold as you finally recognized the woman in front of you from that news broadcast that played in the background of a coffee shop.
“breaking news! extremely dangerous, do not approach. wanted for 19 counts of homicide, money laundering…”
you had tuned out the rest because you burnt your tongue on the coffee you were attempting to drink. but maybe if you hadn’t you would've realized how much trouble you just got yourself into.
before you could even think of a plan to not end up murdered and found in a ditch by the end of this, a groan was heard from under you.
“fuck… where am i?” a raspy voice cut through your thoughts as you watched in horror as she stirred on the couch.
panic surged through you, drowning out all rational thoughts.
“oh my god i’m dead aren’t i? she’s gonna kill me holy shit holy shit holy shit holy shit!” you whisper shouted to yourself.
without thinking straight you reached for the closest object, a lamp, and brought it crashing down onto her head as hard as you could. you watched in further horro as her body slumped back into the couch.
“yoonchae don’t look at me like that i just committed a crime and will probably get murdered by the mafia before the police arrest me.” you wailed in defeat as yoonchae jumped onto the unconscious woman’s body.
“chae get away, she could hurt you!,” you scolded the cat as it began to make itself comfortable on the unconscious woman’s lap, purring quietly. momentarily remembering that you just hit that woman with a lamp.
“holy shit i’m so screwed. i hit her with a frickin lamp and now i’m gonna have a hit put out on me, okay i got this i got this,” you weren’t known to do the best underpressure.
when you were younger, your father asked you to pick out a gift for your teacher but you spent 15 minutes stressing over if she would prefer a gift card or something more specific like a fluffy blanket.
snapping out of the memory, you rummaged around in your drawers before finding zip ties and struggled to put them on the girl as your hands shook.
“this is actually starting to feel like i really did plan to kidnap her,” you looked at yoonchae who only gave you a slow blink. maybe she was listening, probably not though.
once finishing tying her up, you stood back to really look at what you did.
yes the ziptie was like half falling off but what are the chances she even wakes up, who knows maybe your lamp put her in a coma.
okay so, not the best you could’ve done but for this being the first person you’ve ever tied up you deserve some applause. the next thing you did was probably the most rational,
google everything that had to do with the mafia.
the glow of your laptop lit up your face in the darkness of your room, fearing that turning on the lights might wake up the extremely deadly person on the couch.
now how the fuck is there nothing on this woman except the crimes she committed??? you’d think a famous mafia boss that the fbi is looking to track down would have i don’t know maybe just a sprinkle of more information.
“haha maybe it’s because she kills everyone before they can report on her, hahaha wouldn’t that be funny isn’t that funny hahaha i’m so dead.” you laughed to yourself before breaking out into another nervous sweat.
after a few hours you were able to compile a short list of what information you gathered:
she is the leader of the most dangerous mafia group
everyone that comes across her fucking dies
YOU ARE SO DEAD WHEN SHE WAKES UP HOLY SHIT AHHHH
you somehow were able to drift off into sleep on your desk, reassuring yourself that your restraints would be able to hold her back surely.
dollar store zip ties can definitely save you from a murderer.
you felt something staring at you as you woke up, you began to open your eyes forgetting the events of yesterday.
“yoonchae get out of my face, i’ll feed you in a moment,” you murmured out before trying to get more comfortable on the table, before it hit you like a train.
maybe that's why there’s something held uncomfortably close to your neck as you opened your eyes to be met with the woman you practically ran over yesterday.
“hello there, would you mind telling me who you are before i kill you?” she said in a cocky manner.
“ah shit.”
who’s gonna feed yoonchae if you’re dead now?
your heart started beating way too fast for it’s own good, similar to prey when they run from a predator. except in your case there's nowhere to run.
“uhh.. hi my name’s y/n nice to meet you?” you choked out, before gesturing to the cat watching the both of you at the door of the room. “that’s yoonchae. she’s my cat” you gestured to the seemingly unamused cat who somehow had the look of disappointment on her face.
“meow.” yoonchae replied as if introducing herself to the guest.
the woman could only stifle a laugh, how could a girl like you kidnap her?
“interesting choice of company,” she joked, despite actively holding a knife against your throat.
you could only muster up a weak smile, “she’s a good listener,” you quipped, hoping to somehow make it out alive.
“i’ll keep that in mind,” she said, chuckling softly. the sound of her laughter made you want to hear it over and over again.
“since you introduced yourself, it’s only fair i do so too. my name is daniela, but you can call me dani. i would say it’s nice meeting you too but under these circumstances i believe i’m owed an explanation.” her grip on the knife loosened a bit, maybe she wasn’t going to kill you who knows!
you internally groaned as you realized you would have to relive the nightmare that was last night. taking a deep breath, you began to summarize what happened.
“... and that’s when i was like, ‘oh my god i hope it was just a fat squirrel or something!’ but it turned out to be you… ” you continued to ramble on but failed to notice how dani had fully released the knife and was just watching you tell the story.
“so essentially you kidnapped me because you’re a bad driver?” she asked.
you winced at the blunt assessment before nodding slowly, “yeah… um something like that, i’m sorry,”
dani could only shake her head in disbelief as she gave you a pitiful laugh. “i suppose i should be thanking you for saving my life, though i can’t say i’m thrilled about you taking me away from my crew.”
and that's when it finally hit you on how much trouble you just put yourself in. for all you know there was probably someone who watched you place dani into the car before driving away like a crazy person.
before you could voice your concerns, dani spoke up again, her tone full of business. “listen, you owe me for the kidnapping and i owe you for the life saving so how about a compromise?”
just a couple days ago you were licking the yogurt that fell onto your shirt and now you’re making a deal with the mafia.
“what type of compromise?” you asked a bit nervously, not like you really had a choice in refusing it as she could kill you if you were even a bit of a nuisance.
“you let me stay here, lay low for a while, and in return i offer you my services.” she explained, as she approached closer to where you were standing.
you blinked in disbelief, “your services?” you repeated, your mind racing with… let’s just say not the cleanest thoughts.
“yeah, you think kidnapping a known mafia boss wouldn’t land a big target on your back? you’re gonna need some protection baby,” she purred and you could swear you felt your knees go weak or something because what the hell.
you just nodded quickly, “yeah okay deal,” were the fastest words you have ever spoken to someone.
dani could only laugh at your reaction, “seems like you and me are gonna get to know each other a lot better.”
ironing out some of the details, dani would be out of the apartment in 2 weeks. which means your life would hopefully return back to normal.
but that also meant not being able to see the human equivalent to a god grace you with her presence…
but is that a risk worth taking as you could be targeted by rival mafias in the area?
dani turned to look at you from the couch as she sat there watching the local news, her hair slightly messy, wearing some of your pyjamas from your closet.
all of a sudden any cohesive thoughts from your brain were gone.
what risk? there's a risk? nah it’s probably fine!
“um let me know if i can help you with anything,” you said, maybe she’ll like you more and stay around. or at least in touch right? a girl can dream.
“it’s cute you think you can help me hermosa,” she teased, “but i appreciate the sentiment.”
your cheeks flushed with embarrassment, yeah the mafia boss probably doesn’t need help from a middle class 9-5 office worker with a judgmental cat.
elsewhere…
in a dimly lit interior of a warehouse near the outskirts of the city, people were scrambling at their feet.
“face it she’s gone!” megan shouted, plopping into a chair as she put her face into her hands.
from behind her, sophia started to console her, “relax, manon said she’ll be able to find where she is by the end of tomorrow, boss can hold her own.”
“yeah, plus it gives us time to ready ourselves. whoever did this must be dangerous, good thing i don’t care!” lara said as she carried duffle bags filled with gear on each arm.
sophia started walking to lara, helping her with a bag. “well you heard the lady, time to prepare for battle. oh and don’t be afraid to get blood on your hands this time.”
“says you, you screamed when dani caught you with her hair extensions singing and dancing.” megan teased with a pointing finger.
lara stifled a laugh as sophia defended herself, “that was a private moment!”
the next day came as you couldn’t help but squeal at the sight of yoonchae snuggling up to dani.
“are you sure you’re a mafia boss? you seem more like a cat lady, she really does like you a lot,” you said as you pulled out your phone to take photos.
“well then i guess i’ll just have to take her with me,” dani replied, touching her nose with the cats.
“no she loves me too i swear, she just has a weird was of showing it! all she does is slowly blink at me but that’s like her way of saying i love you please don’t take my cat away scary mafia lady!” you started to ramble again, whenever you got nervous you tended to ramble.
dani started laughing at your silly behaviour again, “relax, i wouldn’t dare to dream of taking yoonch away. if anything this just means i’ll have to move in with the both of you. i mean somebody’s got to take care of this pretty kitty while i’m gone.”
you could tell she was joking but a small (extremely massive) part of you wanted it to be true.
suddenly a ring at your doorbell could be heard, followed by a voice shouting “delivery!”
dani stood up quickly, placing the cat behind her as her suspicions grew.
“did you order anything?” she asked.
you couldn’t actually remember, oh maybe it was that thing you ordered that one time?
“uhhh maybe it’s the thing i ordered that one time?” you said, unsure if you actually provided any information.
dani rolled her eyes, “you don’t say?”
ignoring the blatant sarcasm you walk and open the door, not seeing anyone. probably just some kids pulling a prank.
as you went to close the door a knife flew past your head, impaling itself on the wall behind you.
before you could even scream in terror, a body tackles you to the ground and a knife is held to your throat.
“where is she?” a girl with pink streaks in her hair said.
a laugh could be heard from somewhere else in the room, “megs maybe look a little to your right?” a trio of women walked into the room wearing black suits.
megan turned to the right only to see dani standing with an amused look on her face, as sophia, manon, and lara looked at her with a disappointed look.
“WAHHH DANI YOU’RE OKAY I WAS SO WORRIED!” megan immediately leaped off of you and ran at daniela with open arms, however dani sidestepped, causing megan to land right on your couch next to yoonchae instead.
the cat couldn’t be bothered with your shenanigans.
“boss, we’ve got orders backed up since you got… whatever this arrangement is i don’t want to know.” lara said, gesturing to the broken zip ties on the floor and how dani was wearing your clothing.
dani’s cheeks flushed a light pink colour, “it’s not what it looks like!” she nervously put her hands up in surrender.
this was nothing like the confident person you knew just a moment ago, but it was cute to see her finally off that high horse.
“yeah yeah whatever, we’ve got orders to complete so if we could get moving that would be great!” sophia said as she started escorting everyone out of your apartment.
megan looked at the knife in your wall for a moment, before pulling it out and patting the wall as if that would fix the hole that was left there now.
“sorry about the wall, uhhh dani will reimburse you i’m sure of it!” she said as she darted out of the apartment.
dani looked at the scene confused, “what i am not giving her any money,”
manon looked at dani with knowing eyes, “oh because you’re gonna repay her in another way huh?” before winking and running after megan.
you could feel your cheeks heat up, before you looked at your flooring. wow who knew wooden floors could be so interesting.
“we’ll be out of your hair now ms. y/l/n,” sophia said before giving yoonchae a pat on the head and making her way out the apartment with lara.
as dani made her way out the door, she turned around with her cheeks tinted pink, “um let’s see each other again soon?”
“yeah that would be nice.” you smiled before she turned back around and the door closed.
hm maybe it wasn’t so bad kidnapping a mafia boss.
I can ask for one from Dani where the partner is a Formula 1 driver and ends up winning the last lap and winning the race
OVERTAKE
pairing: daniela avanzini x masc!reader
synopsis: daniela is finally able to see reader race in person and reader makes sure that it's worth it.
contains: some f1 jargon, fluffff, swearing, reader is redbull's second driver (sorry yuki), dani is our fav supportive wag, reader is whipping that ho to get her podium, if something is wrong just ignore it
a/n: i freaking LOVE f1 so i’m glad i got this ask. thank you once again anon!
SINGAPORE GP 2025 - DRIVER POSITIONS
LAP 59/62
1 MERCEDES RUS Interval M
2 REDBULL Y/LN +2.230 M
3 REDBULL VER +0.938 M
it was hot.
like really hot.
the humid air in singapore made it 10x hotter in the cockpit of yn’s car.
the pressure was on today. not because she was so close to winning the grand prix, but because her girlfriend, daniela, would finally be able to watch her race in person.
with her demanding career it was hard for her to attend and support her girlfriend during race weekends.
but now she stood in redbull’s pit garage, watching yn’s car travel at high speed from different angles. daniela knew how much effort, time, and money was put in for yn to get this far in her career.
yn needed to prove herself tonight. if she brought home another win, then she knew that it would secure her a seat for redbull.
she had been with the team for only one full season, so if she wanted to keep that going she would have to perform as good as verstappen, or even better.
russell had been dominating this race. he only lost his position a few times due to pit stops but he quickly regained them.
yn had three laps to get her fifth win of the season.
“alright yn, you’re two seconds behind russell but you have great pace.” yn heard from her race engineer.
shit.
yn needed to pick it up so she could get DRS.
she pushed hard on the acceleration and broke late on the turns to close the gap between her and russell.
daniela’s gaze never left the monitor. she could tell that yn was getting antsy by the way she was constantly tapping her fingers against the wheel.
she had noticed her little “tick” after watching many of yn’s onboards over the years.
she never changes.
yn was driving closer to the DRS detection zone, she knew she wasn’t that close but she still held out hope.
“what’s the gap,” she mumbled to her engineer through the radio.
“…you are currently 1.523 seconds behind. you need to push this.”
she was getting impatient, “fucking hell man.”
LAP 60/62
she zipped by the crowd. she couldn’t focus on them right now. she couldn’t even hear the roar of her engine as she pushed it.
she needed to close this gap fast.
she focused on her breathing and not the fact that it felt like she was driving in satan’s asshole right now.
“how is max doing?” yn questioned. she hadn’t seen her teammate ever since she passed his car at lap 33.
it was silent before, “max is P3, currently 0.561 seconds behind you.”
she didn’t respond, too focused on braking just right at all the turns.
as she passed by the third detection zone, she asked the same question even though she already knew the answer.
“gap?”
“1.010 seconds behind mate. just keep pushing like this and we can get DRS,” the engineer spoke.
she shook her head, visibly disappointed in herself. she wanted to perform better, for her team, for daniela, for herself.
the redbull pit garage was all over the place but daniela was still stuck watching yn drive. she couldn’t even think, that’s how tense it was in there.
LAP 61/62
yn continued with her previous strategy: drive fast and break super fucking late.
she made sure that all her turns were tight and that she took advantage of the straights in the circuit.
“PUSH, PUSH, PUSH,” the engineer said.
yn was getting fed up with this race and the fact that she couldn’t get the damn DRS.
“I’M FUCKING GOING,” she shouted back to him. it was comical really. even daniela let out a laugh when she heard her girl swear at the engineer.
that poor man.
as yn approached the detection zone she decided to go as fast as she could.
she waited.
and waited.
she got it.
the signal was given and she had gotten DRS. she pressed the button on her wheel and accelerated to get right up to the rear of the mercedes, but making sure to not have any contact with it.
she was in it now. the adrenaline was pumping. she had a chance.
“what’s the gap?” she asked.
“0.327 seconds to russell. you can definitely get him here. break as late you can.”
a turn was coming up. she could sense that russell knew what she was going to do once they reached it.
she broke late, and slightly moved to the left to try and pass but, damn. russell was good at defending. he managed to get through the turn before speeding down the straight.
“FUCK ME. i almost had him there,” yn shouted to no one in particular.
LAP 62/62 - FINAL LAP
she was pissed and rightfully so.
it really came down to the final lap.
daniela wishes she could comfort yn right now and tell her that she’s going to win this whole damn thing.
“i’m close enough. he’s going to expect me to try the same move as last time. i’m going to try on the first zone.” yn spoke into the radio.
she didn’t care if the team was against it or not. “okay mate we got it.”
she exhaled. she had to do it now or else there were no more chances left.
with how close she was she didn’t need to confirm the gap with her engineer. she waited for the signal to pop up so she could use her DRS.
as soon as she saw it she pressed it immediately. she was right behind russell again before she made her move.
she quickly moved her wheel to the left and accelerated more down the straight before turning slightly.
she didn’t want to celebrate too early but with a quick glance at her mirrors she could see the mercedes behind her.
“LET’S FUCKING GO. DID YOU SEE THAT SHIT?” yn yelled.
the engineer didn’t waste anytime and quickly responded, “that was insane mate.”
you couldn’t see it but yn was smiling widely under her helmet.
the reactions in the pit garage were even better once they saw yn in first place.
daniela yelled and hugged some random pit crew member as she watched yn.
yn had easily left russell behind her as she saw the checkered flags start to come into her view.
she held the wheel steady before crossing the flags signaling that she was the winner of the 2025 singapore grand prix.
yn could finally breathe properly. she had done it. her fifth win in one season.
“OH MY GOD I CAN’T BELIEVE THIS,” she shouted through her radio.
she waved to the crowd as she passed by at a slower speed. she continued her way until she saw the first place sign and slowed her car down.
she quickly took her wheel out before pushing herself up out the seat. she looked at the crowd yelling her name and cheering her on for her incredible win.
but when she got a glimpse of that curly hair she immediately took her helmet off, not caring if she had broke the thing.
she quickly ran to daniela before picking her up and spinning her around.
“you did it, cariño,” daniela softly said before pulling her close enough for a kiss.
the cameras captured their kiss from every angle but the couple didn’t care. this win was for them, and them only.
yn pulled away from the kiss and put daniela down on her feet before hugging her tightly.
daniela continued to whisper in her ear, “you were amazing, amor. i knew you would win it all.”
“i did it for you baby,” yn said shakily, tears coming out her eyes.
daniela smiled before quickly wiping them away.
“that overtake was beautiful,” daniela added before giving yn another long, passionate kiss.
you both laughed and gave eachother more hugs before someone informed yn to head to the cooldown room.
daniela gave her one last peck before watching her walk off.
so fucking worth it.
okayyyyy reader you’re the shit i see you. this was so fun to write so hopefully y’all enjoyed it and TYSM FOR 170+ followers like what the balls
EAT EM UP! | 12 grapes at midnight comes with a kiss too | ⤷ ゛fluff, suggestive jokes, not proof read.... whipped this up in 10 mins 🤓 ˎˊ˗
the countdown starts in three minutes and you're pretty sure you're going to choke on a grape. not because you're bad at eating grapes, that was definitely not the issue, but because daniela was sitting right next to you on the couch, thigh pressed against yours, she was laughing at something sophia just said about how megan tried to practice eating the grapes earlier and nearly choked on them all.
her laugh is bright and unrestrained, and you watch the way her hair cascades over her shoulder, catching the warm glow of the string lights megan hung up around the living room. you've been friends with daniela for years now, long enough that you can read every micro-expression on her face, long enough that you know she's wearing the same perfume she wore to your birthday party last year, long enough that you're completely and utterly screwed.
"i didn't nearly die!" megan protests from her spot cross-legged on the carpet, clutching her bowl of twelve grapes like they're precious jewels.
"girl any longer and we would’ve had to do cpr," lara says flatly.
"that's so mean!" but megan is laughing, already lining up her grapes on the coffee table in a perfect row. "watch, i'm gonna nail it this time."
"that's what she said," manon mutters without missing a beat.
you laugh, and beside you, daniela dissolves into giggles, her shoulder shaking against yours.
"manon!" sophia gasps, but she's laughing too.
"what she said it first," manon grins, completely unrepentant.
"okay but actually," megan interrupts, pushing herself up from where she's been lying dramatically across the armchair, "what's the strategy here? because i feel like we're all just gonna die."
"you're not gonna die," manon says.
"you don't know that."
"megan, they're grapes."
"choking hazards!"
"just get them in fast," manon replies, examining her own grapes with the seriousness of a scientist.
"that's what she said," lara says immediately.
"oh my god, shut up" sophia wheezes.
you and daniela are both laughing now, and she leans further into you, hand coming up to cover her mouth as her shoulders shake. you can feel the warmth of her all down your side, and it's doing absolutely nothing to help your concentration.
"can you stop?" sophia pleads, but she's grinning. "i'm already stressed!"
"swallow them whole," manon continues, somehow keeping a straight face. "it's about speed and technique."
"please stop talking," megan says, but she's cracking up too.
sophia's head snaps up from where she's sitting "that's literally the worst advice i've ever heard,”
"no one's dying," lara says. "you just gotta relax your throat."
"LARA!"
"what? it's true!"
beside you, daniela has collapsed against your shoulder, shaking with silent laughter, and you're pretty sure you've gone bright red but you're also laughing too hard to care.
"i hate all of you," sophia announces, but her voice is fond.
"mine are huge," megan says suddenly, holding up a grape for inspection. "like, genuinely concerning."
manon opens her mouth.
"don't," sophiawarns.
"i wasn't gonna say anything."
"you were absolutely gonna say something."
"...okay but you see why."
daniela finally lifts her head from your shoulder, wiping at her eyes, and when she looks at you her cheeks are flushed from laughing and her eyes are bright and you forget how to breathe for a second. she leans closer, voice dropping to a whisper "what's your strategy?"
"uh," you say, very aware that your brain has temporarily short-circuited and that your friends have made it impossible to answer this innocently. "don't die?"
"solid plan," she grins her dimples on display. her eyes flick down to your mouth for just a second before coming back up, and your heart does a complete somersault.
the thing is, you're almost certain she feels it too. there are moments, like right now, with her eyes lingering on your face a beat too long, with the way her body leans into yours like she's pulled by gravity, where the certainty blooms warm in your chest. but then doubt creeps in through the cracks, whispering about all the ways this could go wrong, about the weight of years of friendship that could shatter with one wrong move.
"i just think if you go slow and steady you'll have a better time," daniela says, completely oblivious to the double entendre.
"dani, please," lara says.
"what? oh my god, i was talking about the grapes!"
"sure you were."
"one minute!" yoonchae yells, and chaos erupts.
you look down at your twelve grapes. they sit innocently in their little bowl, mocking you. twelve grapes for twelve months of luck. you're going to need it if you want to survive another year of being desperately in love with your best friend.
"thirty seconds!" sophia shouts, phone timer at the ready.
yoonchae assumes what can only be described as an athletic stance. lara cracks her knuckles. megan looks like she's about to go into battle.
"this is so intense," manon laughs, phone already up and recording.
"twenty seconds!"
daniela leans into you her hand in your own. it's the smallest touch, but it sends electricity shooting up your arm. you turn to look at her and find she's already looking at you, and there's something nervous and hopeful in her expression.
"ten! nine! eight!"
everyone's shouting now. yoonchae starts eating early, “that's cheating!" lara yells while also starting early, and sophia is stress-laughing, and manon is trying to film and eat at the same time.
"three! two! one! HAPPY NEW YEAR!"
you shove grapes in your mouth, one, two, three, and you're supposed to make a wish with each one but all you can think is don't choke, daniela's holding my hand and why are grapes like this.
four, five, six. the grapes are cold and sweet and harder to eat quickly than you anticipated. beside you, daniela is also struggling, cheeks puffed out, and even in the chaos her hand tightens around yours.
seven, eight, nine. around you, your friends are in various states of grape-eating distress. yoonchae is victorious, having finished first though by cheating. lara is second, also by cheating. sophia has given up on the timer entirely.
ten, eleven, twelve.
you both finish at the same time, turning to each other with chipmunk cheeks full of grapes, and she starts laughing. you start laughing. you're both laughing with mouths full of grapes. you swallow. she swallows.
around you, your friends are screaming "happy new year!" and hugging and celebrating, but it all fades to background noise because you're just looking at daniela, at the way she's looking back at you.
"hi," she says softly.
"hey," you say back.
and then, because you're so tired of pretending, and it's new years you kiss her.
you lean in and close the distance and press your lips to hers, and it's soft and quick and tastes like grapes and every wish you've ever made. for a quick second you think you've miscalculated—
but then she's kissing you back.
her hand slides to cup the back of your neck, fingers threading into your hair, and she's pulling you closer and oh. oh. this is what it's supposed to feel like.
when you pull back, daniela's eyes are wide and dark, her cheeks flushed. her hand is still at the nape of your neck, and you never want to let go.
"oh," she breathes.
"wait i—," you start to say, but she's already shaking her head.
"wow, now i know my year is gonna be filled with luck," she says, and then she's grinning. her thumb strokes along your jawline.
"wait did you guys not see what the fuck just happened—" megan's voice cuts through the moment.
lara slow claps. "took you long enough. we've been running a betting pool for like six months."
"you what?" daniela tears her eyes away from you.
"sophia won. she bet new year's eve."
"yeah i’m always right," sophia says.
"someone take a picture!" megan demands.
daniela laughs and turns back to you, cradling your face between her palms. "happy new year," she whispers, just for you.
"happy new year," you whisper back.
she kisses you again, and this time you're both smiling too much for it to be anything graceful, but neither of you care. you can feel her smile against your lips, can feel the laugh she breathes into your mouth.
when you break apart, there's actual cheering. manon is definitely still filming. megan is dramatically wiping her eyes.
"okay but seriously," daniela says, voice still soft but louder now, addressing the room while you leaned into her. "how long was this bet going on, and i better get half of that money"
"dude i want half too!" you insist.
"wait did you all finish the grapes" manon asks.
"yes of course i did" yoonchae states
"you started early!" lara argues.
"no it was an advantage!"
"you're basically a cheater yoonchae,"
and just like that, chaos resumes. but through all of it, daniela's still leaning into you, and you're still holding her hand, and every few seconds she glances at you like she's checking that you're real, that this really happened.
every time you catch her eye, she smiles at you like you're her favorite secret. this was going to be a good year.
✯✒ Plot: r is always trying to help the girls with whatever they might need, they find it super endearing while the eyekons have fun pointing that out
✯✒ Tags: fluff, wrote this with pre-relationship in mind but can also be interpreted as platonic (if you really want to), r is Daniela's childhood friend, r treats his girls like princesses
✯✒ Notes: this took way longer than expected I'm tired
✯✒ Word count: 5.3k
You weren't part of Katseye. Never had been.
You had your own carrier with your own songs and your own fans.
But somehow every eyekon knew you. It was almost a requirement at this point: to be an eyekon, one had to know you, too.
You had known Daniela for as long as you can remember, sitting on her couch eating sour candies when your feet wouldn't reach the ground or spend entire days at her mum's dance studio learning how to dance. You've always dreamed of hitting the stage together either as dancers or singers. Whatever it was, you two always promised you would make it big together.
You were in your early teen years when you realized you weren't made to be a girl, and had to reinvent yourself and your dreams in a way that could fit your identity. It wasn't easy, and when Daniela got into D.A. you thought you had lost her and the promise you made when you were six forever.
But sometimes life surprises you. In the best ways.
While your best friend was fighting to be a part of the new girl group you were making a name for yourself as a solo artist. You two never stopped being each other's biggest cheerleader and when Katseye was finally born - with Daniela as the main dancer - you gained five new friends.
It didn't take long for the eyekons to notice you. It started slowly, your Instagram comments under the girls' posts, something subtle enough that could easily go unnoticed. Then came the tiktoks together, on private accounts, making more and more noise as time went on.
Not even a year after Katseye's debut you were given the title of 'katseye's honoray seventh member'; fans liked to assign you all sorts of roles: Katseye's guard dog, bag holder, chauffeur, personal assistant. And none of the assumptions were too far fetched.
It was evident to anyone who had eyes, anything the girls might need- you would make it happen. They weren't quiet about it either: gushing about the little things you would buy them just because (including flowers on special occasions) and tagging you in their Instagram story whenever you'd take them out to eat. As friends, of course.
It was all platonic on your part, you'd state that 'you loved them with your whole heart but were simply a gentleman who enjoyed doing nice things for your friends' whenever a dating rumor started going around. The girls instead, liked the tease the fans, shutting down every rumor while still being affectionate in public and adding a little heart next to your @ on instagram like they would with each other.
Sometimes the currently trending ship name was you and Sophia, sometimes it was Megara or any other combination.
Or sometimes, people would take a break from the ships and focus on ot7.
The most popular video right now was a tiktok with almost two million views. It started with a black screen and the words "he's a ten but he has to help his girls or else he'll explode". That one Tame Impala song was playing, the one people used followed by clips of a person saying the same sentence or word over and over again; and by this prelude alone one could guess what your 'stupid line' could be.
The music stopped, clearing the way for the first clip.
Katseye sitting on the floor, blanket around them in an empty room: only a beige floor and a white wall behind them.
Manon texted you last night, saying they would have to film a video for their youtube page, playing different challenges to inaugurate the new house they would be living in for the foreseeable future. She invited you over to see it and have lunch there together. Despite it being an obvious booby trap to make you help them with the boring parts of unpacking- you agreed. Waking up at the crack of dawn to bring them warm croissants and drinks, as well as a bouquet of flowers as a house warming gift.
You had obviously agreed to the director's orders of being out of the frame at all times. Sitting beside them with your mouth shut.
Already after the first part of the challenge where they had to read the instructions you could tell who was going to have more difficulty. And when Megan and Lara started building their chairs with a whole bag of screws forgotten at their feet your prediction proven to be correct.
Being the closest to you, they shot you a glance as well as a glare every time they heard you laughing at their expense, looking away only when you'd mimic zipping your mouth shut. They were already planning to publicly blame you for their loss.
You were doing a fairly good job at being invisible, only reciprocating a smile whenever one of the girls proudly held their product above their head to show you or giving a double a thumbs when anyone - Megan especially - seemed discouraged.
The thousand dollar mic picked up on your laugh however, when Megan started furiously hitting the chair using her shoe, Lara laughing incredulously beside her. The duos that could actually win this turned their head at the loud banging, while Megan and Lara's attention was on your hunched figure, hand lightly tapping on the floor as you tried to stifle your giggles.
Now everyone stopped what their were doing, disregarding the time limit for the challenge and the pieces of painted woods in their hands. Except for the camera that never stopped rolling.
"I'm sorry" you whispered, only mildly concerned about the camera. Megan's smile turned smaller, softer; a quiet pang of pride at making you laugh even without meaning to. "Do you two need help?"
The pink haired girl cast a glance at the director, almost looking for permission to speak. Lara however didn't hesitate to respond, voice loud and certain, knowing they could easily edit that out if it was really necessary "you're technically not supposed to help"
Sophia looked ready to interject, putting on the leader face and claiming unfairness (but really being too competitive to let them have an advantage); while the director's gaze was on you, wanting to scold you but knowing better than to do it in front of the girls. Instead he zoomed out, Megan and Lara still in the frame but not in the foreground anymore.
"I know that" and you stopped for a second, not knowing what to say next, words leaving your mouth before you could think them "I just don't want you two to fall"
Lara and Megan didn't take their eyes off you, they didn't seem to be able to. Even the other girls' attention was on the moment, their back facing the three of you in an unusual, weird silence while they pretended to be solely focused on the task at hand.
Fortunately for Sophia, and unfortunately for Lara and Megan, the director quickly snapped her fingers to gain everyone's attention - including the guy who would have to turn her words into subtitles when he'd go back to edit the video - "no, he can't do that"
You laughed, almost embarrassed at being called out and the same could be said for Megan, while the indian girl sat back on her knees with the screws she was ready to give you still in her hands, the grin of a kid who was not ashamed of his wrong-doing on her lips.
You got real quiet after that, forcing yourself to stay on your phone so you wouldn't answer Lara's questions (also against the rules apparently) or cave in Megan's desperate whines. Your eyes would inevitably go back to them but one look at the director's hard gaze and you'd bit your tongue. Sending them an encouraging smile that had their cheeks growing warmer.
By the hand of those thirty minutes Megan and Lara's chair were.. unpresentable, to be nice. Despite the excuses they were making up so confidently your nose would scrunch up every time you thought they were about to actually sit down.
Something they were not able to edit out was your hands and half of your body intruding the frame, ready to catch them if they fell.
The second clip had worse lightning, a simple lamp hung in the middle of the room and the device used to record was propped on a dirty take out box that once contained mexican food and a half empty water bottle.
Yoonchae announced she was was doing a solo live before dinner and had been talking with the eyekons for almost half an hour now. 'Solo live' meaning that she was the only one in the frame while you sat next to her on the couch doing your own thing without talking.
You had come into her hotel room moments after she started the live wearing the clothes you used to sleep and your phone open on a delivery app. She muted the live when she heard you knocking so no one heard you come in. You had tried backtracking when you saw the makeshift phone stand and the light make up on her face, but she swiftly shook her head and patted the spot next to her. A silent invitation. An even quieter plea.
You sat next to her, your knee brushing hers but it was fine because the phone only recorded down to her middle, and ordered dessert for the both of you. You remembered her usual order and turned your phone towards to make sure you got it right; she gave a subtle nod, too subtle for the fans to notice but enough for you to understand.
She wasn't actively hiding you; she thought about it at first but her eyes drifted to you one to many times, enough times for the eyekons to notice and leaving her no choice but to admit you were there. You had greeted her fans politely but quickly, not wanting to interrupt the story she was telling.
When the food arrived you were quick on your feet and paid the delivery guy before taking the two boxes. Yoonchae didn't even dare to reach for her pursue where the money was. She already knew.
You sat back down a little further than before, opening both the boxes and holding your plastic spoon next to Yoonchae's chin; giving her the first bite. She nodded and hummed with her mouth full, approvingly, then pushed her glasses up her nose.
She saw the chat ask what you two were eating and engaged in another conversation with them and leaving you to eat your dessert in silence, scrolling on your phone.
After another hour, Yoonchae was still live but the mood was much calmer now since she couldn't be loud anymore and was clearly tired from the long day. She was leaning back fully on the couch, shoulder brushing yours as her spine was slightly arched, hood of her blue zip-up hoodie casting a shadow that almost reached the bridge of her nose.
She was telling yet another story that happened these last few days when you were all visiting the city, voice packed with sleep but tone still chirpy. You had long zoned out by now, raising your head from your phone when you felt the couch dip and saw Yoonchae leaning forward, closer to her phone almost in concentration. You noticed how she was halting her story every few seconds, something she did when she didn't remember how the story went or didn't know a specific word in english.
"Ah! I forgot what that is called" she explained looking up around the room like it could help her remember. You put the phone on your thigh and patted the space in between you two to gain her attention.
"Do you need help?"
The girl turned her head to look at you "no!" she shook her head quickly and repeated the same word a couple of time "I can do it!"
You sat up straighter, the phone now capturing half of your face. She noticed this and silently moved her hand towards herself, inviting you to sit closer. The distance between you was now non-existent.
"I know you can't do it. I'm just saying I'm here to help. If you want"
The maknae never had a problem with Daniela or Sophia helping her whether it was with pronunciation or vocabulary; she learned something new and the girls were so kind it was impossible to feel dumb or ashamed. But she felt a little silly when it was you, looking at her with your softest smile, especially when it was such an easy word.
She gave you the tiny smile she used when she was trying to process something but was actually taking it all in. Her head tilted to the side and you took that as a sign.
"You were talking about the lady we met last night, yeah?" a nod "what can't you remember?"
"The- the" she put her right hand on her right shoulder in an action that made sense to you but confused the fans even more "the name of the animal. The bird"
"Pa-"
"..pa?"
You nodded "Sophia told you last night, you just have to think about it" at this point the chat split into different groups: some people got it and were typing it hoping the singer would read it, some were as confused as her, while other comments were completely unrelated. But none of you was looking at the screen, like she wasn't even live. "so pa-?"
Her mouth opened dramatically, frantically pointing at you like you were the answers to her problems, and yelled the answer with a volume that would get the other girls scolded by Yoonchae herself "parrot!"
You just smiled "yeah, and you remember what else it is? other than the bird?"
She looked at you with furrowed eyebrows, until her eyes widened and she clapped her hands once again, the small lesson Sophia gave her last night coming back fully "oh a verb, right? When you repeat the same thing?"
"Correct. Good job"
The praise and the success made something warm settle in her chest. Pride, maybe. Maybe something else. She turned her attention back to her phone, eyekons left to their own devices for far too long.
"So yes that!" she closed her hand into a fist with only her pointer finger up "she had this parrot- she taught him to say gnarly like- he wouldn't stop saying gnarly, and then Lara was like-" her hands fidgeted with her hoodie as she told the story, lost in her world once again- while your gaze on her was caught by the camera.
The tiktok didn't let Yoonchae finish her story and moved onto the next clip.
Sophia's voice could be heard, giggling behind the camera as she took small videos throughout the busy day they were having. A way to tease the fans and keep the memories in her camera roll.
"Daniii come oon" Megan complained loudly and Sophia turned the phone around to record her; head laying on Lara's shoulder, legs tucked underneath her while she looked at the latina "we're literally on a break, you know what that means?"
"Yeah Dani, sit down" echoed the vocalist, not really following the conversation but seeing the girl move around in her peripheral vision.
They were finally given a much needed break - the only one of the day - from rehearsing the new dance. They were doing great, hence the choreographer gave them twenty minutes to recharged instead of the scheduled fifteen.
Daniela however, didn't seem to agree with this decision, the inherited need for perfection from her mother forcing her to skip the break because she felt like she was half a second too late with her feet. On the first day of rehearsal. You wanted to roll your eyes.
The girls have all tried to get her to stop, Manon was the last one to give up while you didn't even try. You knew Daniela too well to know that was impossible to get her out of that headspace. You waited two minutes, then five, then seven hoping she would finally stop to rest. But that didn't happen.
Sophia was still making fun of the dancer while also trying to get her to stop when you appeared behind Daniela. She almost bumped into you after a sharp turn, taking a step back as her eyes met your clothed collarbone.
She was expecting to be told to stop, offered something in return- or to be forcefully picked up on your shoulder and thrown on the couch like you used to do when you were kids and you wanted to show off your newly-acquired, testosterone induced strength.
Not this.
You simply held your hand out for her, waiting for her to take it. But before she could say anything you opened your mouth. "Let's dance"
A couple of groans erupted behind you - like you were their only hope of getting her to stop dancing and had just blown it up - but your focus was on your best friend's perplexed expression. You continued.
"You're struggling with the part where you need the back-up dancer" giving away with no shame that you were paying attention "how do you expect to get it right when it's just you?"
The latina crossed her arms and shifted her weight; this already was the longest she had stood still all day. "So?"
"Dance with me" you knew her better than anyone and could tell not being able to do it properly - even if it was just practice - it was eating at her from the inside "we get it right once and you sit down for the rest of the break"
She just scoffed, feeling the need to look away for some reason, arms tightening against her chest.
You wiggled your hand in the air as if to renew the invitation "do you need help or not?"
"What do you even know about dancing?" she smirked at her own provocation, eyes glinting with amusement as you engaged in the familiar banter that served all your childhood and made itself present even now.
"Uh apparently more than you since your mom always preferred me"
Her smirk disappeared as her mouth opened wide in shock, uncrossing her arms to swat at your chest and voice cracking slightly as she yelled "So not true! She spent more time with you because you couldn't get it right"
Your hand grabbed her wrist and kept it close it to your chest, smiling down at her like you had won the argument even without answering.
"You think you can do it?" Daniela didn't relent but still took a step closer and moved her hand so it would hold yours- readily getting into position. Sophia was still recording, all while she cheered and booed like an high school cheerleader.
"I've been here all day I know the choreography as much as you do" such a statement was ambitious. But you could do ambitious.
You were pulled towards her, abruptly and firmly, an attempt to make you stumble and catch you unprepared. It didn't work. You just gripped her waist to keep your balance.
"Alright. Bring it on"
The forth clip shows a theft, it was evidence of a crime that- that you willingly allowed to happen because the perpetrator was too cute for her own good. And she knew how to be persuasive when she wanted to.
You were all at Sophia and Yoonchae's house because the maknae requested for korean homemade food for lunch - which meant all the girls then asked to join which meant Sophia couldn't deny her girls. And you could not, not help Sophia with the cooking.
So after a really loud and messy lunch where you were taken advantage of for your cooking skills you were now rightfully sleeping on their couch; the couch usually big enough for four people to sit comfortably but that was currently occupied by only you and Megan. "Oh poor you, so tired doing nothing" had teased the girl despite showing up at the house twenty minutes after she was supposed to and sitting down at the table waiting to be fed.
You were on your second hour of peace (sleep), arms crossed over your chest and head tilted downwards, when Manon barged in.
The fans' view was confusing, close to being dizzying, background changing constantly as she moved around the hose. Until she stopped in front of the couch.
She kept her phone in her hand, only turning it slightly so people knew who she was talking to: the camera caught Megan leaning back on the couch, your legs in her lap and her phone illuminating her face. She looked up at Manon with wide eyes like she had gotten used to the quiet of the living room and wasn't expecting such a sudden change.
"The eyekons asked about you. Do we want to give them a M&M live?" Manon's grin turned wicked at the sight of Megan's hand flying to her mouth.
"Wait like actually?" the fans could barely decipher Megan's whispers, but the other girl's nod was enough to get them excited "are you sure?"
Manon nodded again, already predicting what type of comments were flooding the chat right this moment "why not? We're the only ones awake" and that could have meant two things: they couldn't ask anyone else to join but most importantly- no one could stop them.
She didn't wait for answer - she figured Megan's grin was enough - and positioned the phone on the coffee table so it could frame both of them and turned to look at her.
"Move him" that earned a scoff from the pink hared girl, who waved her hands around helplessly
"And how am I gonna do that?" she asked, adopting a decent southern accent.
You were still sleeping, their voices being something your mind registered as background noise but not loud enough to wake you up. What did you register clearly however was the feeling of someone forcefully grabbing your legs and throwing them off the soft pillow that were Megan's legs onto the hard floor.
You woke up with a jolt, eyes opening to a Manon trying to hold her laugh in while Megan had her hands up and quickly shaking her head, not wanting to be blamed for it.
"Me and Megan are live"
Your eyebrows furrowed as you gave them a pointed look- result of sleep driven confusion and suspicion. You rubbed the sleep off your eyes, and craned your neck to the only direct light illuminating the room, recognizing the familiar layout of a weverse live. So cuss words were out of the question.
"You could have just asked me to move" you grumbled, sitting at the other end of the couch ready to fall sleep again. But Manon's hand on your arm stopped you.
"Wait they want to say hi to you"
You tried looking mad, and you succeed too. But you couldn't do anything against Manon's bambi eyes. Pleading but also sure you would give in.
So inevitably you sat next to her with your whole body touching hers so the camera could catch everyone, sandwiching her between yourself and Megan.
"Hi chat"
"It's hi eyekons"
You wanted to roll your eyes but again- undeniable eyes. So you greeted the fans properly and leaned back into the couch to give them their space. But not further than the singer allowed.
You stood to the side for a bit, switching between paying attention to the live and trying not to fall back asleep when Manon's eyes landed on a particular comment and her eyes lit up. She put her hand on your leg, subtly gaining your attention.
"Oh yeah we're matching"
You all but jumped at the touch because two more minutes and you would have started snoring. You crossed one leg over the other to try and disguise it; as you lifted your head to pay attention to the phone - or at least act like it - the screen showed Manon looking at you. She seemed to be looking for something from you but all she got was a timid smile and the light shake of your shoulders at your low laugh. Looking at the comments for an explanation was going to be hard with how quick they were coming in and fortunately she - after very kindly refraining from laughing at your face - pointed to the top of your head. Where your LA hat sat.
Your blue LA hat. The hat Manon bought for you because she wanted you to match with her. It was more of a gift for herself than it was for you but you still treasured it like you had been waiting for this specific hat all your life. Or what you had been waiting for was the glint in those honey colored eyes.
The hat that had been sitting so comfortably on your head that you completely forgot you were wearing it.
"Yeah she got it for me"
"I actually feel so naked without it"
You expected her to tell the story on when she bought it, but instead she reached for it, stealing it from you and adjusted it nicely on her head.
Even with your hair most certainly a mess, your eyes never left hers
"What about yours?" you could swear she was wearing it when she arrived
"I can't find it"
"Well do you need help finding it?" you asked, completely unbothered by the theft "it must be here somewhere"
You were about to get up but a hand on your knee stopped you "no it's fine, I have two identical ones at home"
Normally she'd be worried about losing her precious hat, but she knew it was on Yoonchae's bed. She just felt like stealing yours.
After you sat back down Megan said something unrelated and the conversation easily shifted somewhere else. And Manon did the rest of the live with your hat on her head.
The video ends with the most recent event, the one that had probably the most camera angles because it happened in front of thousands of people.
Katseyes was about to perform in Atlanta, yours and Daniela's hometown, so of course: you were there. You were able to get a few days off just for the concert but as much as you wanted to buy a ticket yourself as a way to support them they wouldn't let you; they gave you full access to everything and didn't make you pay a single dollar.
So after a whole day of you and Daniela showing the girls around town you were now standing backstage, right next to the lighting designers and make-up artists.
The girls were doing soundcheck with a small crowd already watching, which meant they could be silly without following a rigid schedule or feeling the pressure of performing just yet.
It wasn't your first time seeing them on stage by any means but every time felt like the first, the way they harmonised together was simply addicting. They stopped singing for a bit, sitting down at the edge of the stage to chat with the fans, answering some questions or talking about their day. Daniela was in the middle of talking about all the things she got to show the rest of the group and how excited she was about performing in her city with all the other girls chiming in when you first noticed it.
You thought you saw Sophia's mouth open but nothing came out. You thought nothing of it, she was talking very close to Lara's face so it was probably something private and was muffling the little mic attached to her cheek so no one else could hear. Until it happened again. And again. Thankfully the vocalist quickly figured out what was happening and gave the leader her mic so they could share it.
Manon could be seen trying to subtly gain the attention of the staff to give Sophia a hand mic or fix her current one. But this was the moment where everyone made sure everything was in place and working correctly (ironically enough); and since the girls kept chatting like nothing happened no one seemed to notice.
So you stepped forward.
Daniela was the first one to notice you and interrupted what Megan was saying to loudly introduce you to the crowd in spanish.
All the other girls' head snapped to you, except for Manon and Daniela who were already looking at you, and saw you wave at the crowd. The greeting wasn't shy - you were used to crowds after all - but it was quick, just a small flick of your hands before getting down on one knee behind Sophia. Yoonchae's ear mic, who was sitting next to Sophia, couldn't possibly catch onto what you two were saying but Lara's hand mic - who was always open to gossip - definitely could.
"I'm fixing your mic" you muttered in response to Sophia's question. Your eyes landed on the mic right next to your mouth when you heard your own voice ten times louder; then on Lara's grinning face and only rolled your eyes "or I'm trying to"
You had your fair share of experience with mics that refused to work but every time it looked harder than the last. Sophia tried to turn around but was quickly stopped by your hand on her back and yelled a 'sorry' that everyone surely heard. So she turned her head as much as she could without interfering with your hands working on the box attached to her skirt.
"I can just change it before the concert" she spoke again, this time quietly, her fingers fidgeting on her thighs like she wanted to help but didn't know how.
"Yeah but it can't be easy sharing a mic" you looked at Lara again, sending the girl a playful glare when she sweetly thanked you "you don't need me to help?"
You leaned forward, hand dangerously close to her bare leg as you leaned on the wooden stage to look at her properly. She shook her head, fingers clutching the fabric of her skirt tighter.
"Of course" she mumbled and swallowed any possible excuse she thinking of making up "thank you"
You flashed her a smile before lowering your head once again to get back to work. The girls moved the conversation along, letting Megan continue the story from where she left off while Sophia helped you fix her mic, holding you different cables and yelling into it to see if it worked. By that point they had definitely realized what was going on, but they knew your presence was always something good for the girls and for their fans, so they let it go. Even if they had plenty of different mics ready to go.
The clip ends with Sophia's sudden yell echoing in the whole venue- sign that the mic was now working, and with your hands covering your ears.
The tiktok circulated for a couple of weeks after being posted, it was being mentioned between fans or used as proof whenever someone couldn't choose a favorite ship. Then, before you could even catch wind of it it slowly stopped trending and was quickly forgotten; tucked safely in one of each of the girls' tiktok folders, to be watched again every once in a while.
Summary: Your strength had always been subdued, you made sure of it. The facade of your soft touch slips is when you finally fall asleep against your girlfriend for the first time.
"If you love me, let me go!" - Panic! At the Disco
The thing Daniela loved best about you was the gentleness of your hands.
Your hugs were soft, your arms wrapping around her waist or around her neck in a way that made her feel like she was art being carefully handled by a restorationist. The press of your fingertips into the back of her hand when your hands are intertwined was always unforgettable, leaving an unseen mark but never a reddened imprint. Your palms were always that perfect kind of warm that she loved to have pressed against her skin as a grounding method.
Daniela loves being yours, loves how your arm draped carefully over her shoulders would lull her to sleep in the tour buses and still be there by the time she woke up. Your touch had always reminded her of canopies providing shade from harsh rainfalls, and it seems even the fans had noticed.
It's a thing now that Sophia is known as the defacto strong one. The one who could sling Manon across her back like an empty backpack, the one who could carry Megan without breaking a sweat as if she was a bunch of grapes- The typical leader expectation of being able to carry everybody's word at her back.
You're the one the fandom calls soft. The one who always ends up in the middle of a group hug because everyone claims that you run perfectly warm, the one that everybody jokingly says they love the most because whenever one of them speaks- You pay undivided attention with something deep and patient in your eyes, like you would listen until the world explodes.
Another thing that everyone noticed is how you're always the one to sit things out when the others get down with rough housing. You cheer on the winning party, encourage the losing one, walking over to ensure that they're both fine after it's done- But you never join in, always shaking your head and finding a way to slip out of the chaos once it begins.
Safe to say that it felt like everybody's world got flipped on its head when you fall asleep and unconsciously let go of the restraint they never knew you exercised daily.
You flop onto your girlfriend's lap with a groan, coaxing a startled laugh out of the Dancer. Half dead and half zoned out, you bring your arms around her waist and squeeze gently. A sign she has since come to recognise as you craving and wanting affection.
"Hello, mi querida. Tired, huh?"
The gentle tone of her voice does nothing to keep you awake, especially not when one of her hands come up to gently scratch her acrylics against your scalp and the other comes up to rub its palm against your back in a soothing motion.
"You have no idea."
You mumble into her shoulder, snuggling even closer despite your position already ensuring as little space between you as possible, as if you wanted to crawl under her skin. Daniela humors you, tightening her hold on you as she presses a bombardment of kisses against your hair.
"You can nap, amor. I'm not going anywhere."
You think you responded. You assume you did, but in truth all you managed was a nod of your head before you're immediately off to dreamland with no further ado.
Daniela chuckles fondly, letting herself continue with the small motions of her hands for a few minutes before slowly stopping after a while. Content to sit beneath you and act as your bolster pillow, she digs through her bag with one hand- Successfully fishing out a book and getting started on reading.
Megan passes by with a small satisfied smile on her face, one that grows as she notices you sleeping on your girlfriend. She eyes you for a moment before looking at the girl currently pinned under you.
"Out like a light?"
Daniela nods, mirroring the Chinese girl's smile as she looks up from her book.
"Like the power line snapped."
The joke draws a muffled laugh out of Megan, who walks away while shaking her head in fondness, promising Daniela in a whisper that she'd tell the others to try and keep the noise down for you.
Your girlfriend nods in thanks before going back to reading her book. Noting that somehow, Megan had succeeded in ensuring that the rest of the girls behaved for you, if the lack of bantering sounds in the air is anything to go by.
An hour passes by the time that Sophia comes over to kneel by your sides.
"Hey guys, van's down at the entrace. Let's go home."
With a nod, Daniela gently shoves the book back into her bag before stretching her legs out and moving to wake you.
"Amor? Van's here. You gotta get up, c'mon."
All she gets in response is a soft groan of refusal, the gentle shaking she tries to employ on you being completely useless as you continue to sleep like a petrified log. Sophia smiles at the sweet display, only tilting her head as a wordless way of telling Daniela to hurry up before making her way back to her own bag to pack up.
"Alright, mi bebe somnoliento. Let's get you up."
She moves to gently pry you off of her, only for your arms to tighten around her frame with surprising strength that makes her feel like she's being squeezed by a giant snake rather than being smushed by what she knows is supposed to be her soft, gentle girlfriend.
Daniela gives it two more shots, trying to adjust her now-pinned arms only to find that she's unable to even freely wiggle by an inch. On the third unsuccessful attempt, she accepts defeat. Calling for the other member with the strongest arms in the group.
"Hey, Soph? A little help? Please?"
When the Filipina looks over her shoulder to find the dancer absolutely helpless, she lets out a laugh. Shaking her head but not wasting any more time in walking over and crouching by her member's side once again.
"Alright, Dani. let's set you free!"
Sophia places her hands on your shoulders, tugging gently but firmly in an attempt to get you to let go of your girlfriend.
She tugs once. You don't even budge.
She tugs twice. Firmer this time, but you don't even flinch.
Daniela keeps her eyes trained on the Leader, unable to feel the three unsuccessful attempts that have already been made.
"Well? Get on with it."
Brown eyes finds hers, wearing an incredulous expression. Sophia stutters, renders the Latina speechless after whispering that she had already tried to get on with it. Three times, each firmer than the last. Exasperated and desperate to be set free, Daniela tells her to try again, and Sophia concedes to the command.
"Alright, what if I-"
You must've felt the way that Sophia gently slid her hands across your tightly wound arms, because your hold tightens even more. Now trapping the poor leader as well as further squeezing your girlfriend- Who lets out a breathless yelp at the action.
"Touch me n' I'll put you in the dirt."
Sophia's hands freezes in its tracks. Daniela’s already shaking her head with eyes widened in a pleading manner before the Leader's apologetic gaze even meet hers.
"Soph, no. No, don't you dare-"
She does it anyway. The Filipina's hands slowly retract, returning to their place by her sides inch by inch in a careful manner- Leaving Daniela to suffer her own fate.
"Sorry.. I really am! But I'm not sure I can take her in a tussle!"
The raven-haired girl is running back to the rest of their members before Daniela's able to get another word out. Sophia must've told them what's going on with you and your girlfriend as soon as she makes it back, because suddenly five pairs of eyes are staring at her with disbelief palpable on all their faces.
"Hey there, Megs..."
Sophia gives the all-rounder a solid pat on her shoulder before proceeding to leave with a two-fingered salute as if to say 'Good luck, soldier.'
Not a moment after meeting her gaze from across the room: The traitor chuckles with a nervous smile before holding up her hands and uttering out an excuse about needing to take a call. She bolts out of the door with her phone still in Lara's hand.
"Lara? You wouldn't leave a fellow woman to suffer, would you?"
She smiles, sweet and saccharine and Daniela's spine almost sags in relief. Except the words out of the Tamil woman's mouth was absolutely not what she was expecting to hear.
"Yes I would, actually. See ya at home!"
Manon's eyes widen in horror as she stares at your tightly wound arms around the Latina. When she looks up to meet Daniela's pleading gaze, the Visual only raises her hands up in surrender before speedwalking out of the practice room, quickly trailing after Lara who had all but turned into a comic speedster when Daniela started asking for help.
"Girl, ain't none of us willing to get fucked up- Least of all me. You're on your own now, bye!"
With Manon, Sophia, Lara, and Megan out of the room- Daniela looks to her last resort in desperation.
"Ummm.... Let's see."
Yoonchae stutters before slowly making her way over to Daniela's side. For a moment, relief floods her body over the assumption that at least one of her groupmate isn't a coward. But then the Maknae reaches for Daniela's bag instead of your body, riffling through the contents before a small victorious 'Aha!' leaves her lips.
The Korean pulls out Daniela's car keys, setting them by the side of the trapped woman's hand before standing up and slinging her backpack over a shoulder.
"You don't need the van to get home."
Yoonchae gives her a pat to the top of her curly head before walking out of the practice room at a leisurely pace. Gently closing the door shut behind her without even looking back once.
Daniela stares at the empty space of the rehearsal room with disbelief. Trying to wrap her head around the fact that she just got abandoned by people she thought she could trust, after being deceived by her own girlfriend no less.
This time, when Daniela looks back at your peacefully sleeping face, she's no longer smiling. Instead her eyes narrow down to vengeful slits before she lets out a declaration of war against your oblivious form.
I groaned, reaching across the nightstand to silence it before it could wake Audrey. For a moment, I just stared at the ceiling, willing my body to move.
Bills didn't pay themselves.
I swung my legs over the side of the bed, my muscles protesting from yesterday's shift. Every part of me felt sore, but that wasn't anything new.
I quietly got dressed in my faded work jeans, steel-toe boots, and an old gray T-shirt with the company logo across the chest.
The smell of coffee filled the tiny kitchen as I packed Audrey's lunch—a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, apple slices, a juice box, and a little note with a smiley face drawn on it.
She always smiled when she found those.
A few minutes later, I gently knocked on her bedroom door.
"Morning, baby."
A sleepy little voice answered.
"Five more minutes..."
I smiled.
"You said that yesterday."
"So?"
I laughed softly before sitting beside her bed.
"Come on. Mrs. Bradford's waiting."
Audrey slowly sat up, her messy hair sticking out in every direction.
"Can you braid my hair today?"
"I can try."
"You made it crooked yesterday."
"I know."
"And the day before."
"I know."
She giggled.
"You're still learning."
"I'm glad someone's patient with me."
The construction site was already loud before I even parked.
Concrete mixers churning. Forklifts beeping as they reversed. Power tools whining and grinding. Men shouting across the site in a cacophony of Spanish and English and everything in between. The smell of diesel and dust hung thick in the air.
I barely had one foot out of my truck before someone yelled.
"L/N!"
I looked over, my stomach already tightening.
Our foreman, Rick Dawson, was marching toward me with his clipboard in hand. His hard hat was slightly askew, and his face was red from the heat or anger—probably both.
"You're three minutes late!"
I glanced at my watch. 7:03.
"I—"
"I don't care why. Get your hard hat on and get moving. We've got a deadline, and your ass isn't going to be the reason we miss it."
"Yes, sir."
I didn't argue.
There wasn't any point.
The next several hours blurred together in a haze of sweat and exhaustion.
Carrying lumber until my arms burned.
Mixing cement until my hands were raw.
Hauling equipment across the site in the beating sun.
Every muscle in my body screamed for rest, but I pushed through. I'd learned a long time ago that stopping meant falling behind, and falling behind meant getting yelled at. Getting yelled at meant risking my job.
And I couldn't risk my job.
Every time my body wanted to stop, I pictured Audrey's face. Her laugh. The way she danced around the kitchen singing Katseye songs.
That kept me going.
Around two in the afternoon, one of the site supervisors approached me while I was taking a quick water break.
"L/N?"
I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand.
"Yeah?"
"The office wants to see you."
I frowned.
"The office?"
"They said now. Drop what you're doing."
A knot formed in my stomach.
Had I done something wrong? Missed a safety protocol? Said something to the wrong person?
I couldn't think of anything, but the knot didn't care.
I wiped my hands on my jeans before walking toward the trailer office. The metal steps groaned under my weight as I climbed up and knocked on the door.
"Come in."
Inside sat Rick...
...and the company manager, a man named Greg Harrison I'd only spoken to twice in five years.
Neither of them smiled.
"Have a seat."
I stayed standing.
"What's going on?"
Greg folded his hands together on the desk. His expression was carefully neutral, which somehow made it worse.
"I'll get straight to the point."
My stomach dropped.
"The company is downsizing."
I felt my heartbeat speed up.
"We're laying off several employees. It's nothing personal, just a financial decision."
He slid an envelope across the desk.
"I'm sorry."
I looked at the envelope but didn't touch it. The words felt distant, like I was hearing them from underwater.
"What... does that mean?"
"It means today will be your last day."
The room suddenly felt too quiet. The distant noise of the construction site faded into nothing.
"I don't understand."
"It's a financial decision. Nothing more."
"I've never missed a deadline."
"I know."
"I stay late."
"We know."
"I work overtime whenever you ask."
"We appreciate that."
"Then why me?"
Greg sighed, leaning back in his chair.
"This isn't about performance. You're a good worker, Y/N. You always have been. But we have to make cuts, and—"
"And I'm one of them."
He nodded slowly.
I swallowed hard, my throat tight.
"I have a daughter."
Neither man spoke.
"She's five."
Still silence.
"I'm her only parent. Her mother isn't in the picture."
Rick looked away, suddenly fascinated by the floor.
"I can't lose this job."
Greg's expression softened slightly, but his answer didn't.
"I'm sorry. I really am. But the decision's already been made."
"There has to be something."
"There isn't."
"I'll take fewer hours."
"No."
"I'll switch crews."
"No."
"I'll do anything. I'll scrub toilets. I'll clean equipment. I'll—"
He slowly shook his head.
"The decision's final, L/N. I'm sorry."
The words hit harder than any piece of equipment I'd ever lifted. Harder than any fall I'd ever taken. Harder than any injury I'd ever suffered.
I stared down at the envelope.
Inside was my final paycheck.
A pamphlet about unemployment benefits.
Information on returning company property.
Five years.
Gone in five minutes.
I picked up the envelope with shaking hands.
"...Okay."
I turned and walked out of the trailer.
No one stopped me.
Audrey POV:
Mrs. Bradford clapped her hands together, her voice bright and encouraging.
"Okay, everyone! Settle down! Today we're doing another partner activity!"
My heart jumped.
Maybe today would be different.
Maybe someone would pick me.
The classroom buzzed with excitement as kids paired up. I clutched my sketchbook against my chest, scanning the room for a friendly face.
Harper. She was already holding hands with Mia.
Noah. He was partnered with Eli.
I smiled a little at a girl named Sophie, hoping she might notice me.
She didn't.
Mrs. Bradford gave everyone a minute to find partners. The classroom filled with laughter and the sound of chairs scraping against the floor. Kids hurried across the room in pairs, their voices overlapping in excited chatter.
I waited.
One minute.
Two.
Soon, everyone had a partner.
Except me.
I looked down at my paper, my cheeks burning. Maybe they hadn't seen me. Maybe if I moved closer...
I took a small step toward another table.
"Can I—"
Before I could finish, the girl at the table frowned at me.
"We already have two people."
Another boy muttered loudly enough for me to hear.
"Nobody wants Audrey."
The other children laughed.
My face got hot.
I backed away, clutching my sketchbook so tightly my knuckles turned white. As I returned to my desk, I heard whispering behind me.
"She's weird."
Another voice followed.
"She only draws baby stuff. Like a little kid."
I hunched over my desk, pretending I couldn't hear them. My eyes burned, but I refused to cry. Mommy always said I was strong.
I'm strong, I told myself. I'm strong.
But it didn't feel true.
At recess, I tried again.
A group of girls were playing on the blacktop, pretending to run a bakery. One of them had a chalkboard menu. Another was drawing pretend cookies on the pavement.
I took a deep breath and approached them.
"Can I play?"
The girl with the chalkboard—Mia looked me up and down.
"No."
"Why?"
"Because you'll ruin it."
Another girl—Harper giggled.
"And your clothes are ugly."
Someone bumped my shoulder as they walked past, and my sketchbook slipped from my grasp. Crayons scattered across the sidewalk, rolling in every direction.
More laughter.
"Oops!"
"I didn't mean to!"
But they were all smiling.
I didn't pick up my crayons right away.
Instead, I ran.
Straight back inside, my footsteps echoing in the empty hallway. I burst through the classroom door, unable to hold back the tears anymore.
Mrs. Bradford looked up from her desk, her expression shifting from surprise to concern the second she saw my face.
"Audrey?"
I couldn't stop crying.
She immediately knelt beside me, her hand gentle on my shoulder.
"Oh, sweetheart... What happened?"
I tried to answer, but the words wouldn't come. They were stuck in my throat, tangled up with the sobs.
Mrs. Bradford reached for a tissue and handed it to me.
"You don't have to tell me all at once. Just take your time."
After a few quiet minutes, I finally managed to whisper,
"They don't like me."
Mrs. Bradford's heart broke.
"Oh, Audrey."
She wrapped an arm around my shoulders, pulling me close.
"I'm so sorry they made you feel that way."
"Did I do something bad?"
"No."
She answered so quickly that I looked up, surprised by the certainty in her voice.
"You didn't do anything wrong. You hear me? Not a single thing."
"Then why don't they want to play with me?"
Mrs. Bradford didn't have an easy answer. She paused, her brow furrowed, searching for the right words.
"Sometimes people make unkind choices," she finally said. "That's not your fault. It never is."
She reached into her desk and pulled out a clean sheet of paper.
"Would you like to draw with me for a little while?"
I nodded, wiping my eyes.
Together, we drew flowers. Rainbows. Butterflies.
For just a little while, I forgot about recess.
Y/n pov:
I sat in my truck for a long time, staring at the steering wheel.
The engine was off. The windows were up. The world outside was muffled and distant.
I didn't cry. I couldn't.
I just sat there, the envelope resting on the passenger seat like a bomb waiting to explode.
What am I going to do?
The question echoed in my head, but I had no answer.
I had a few thousand dollars in savings. Maybe two months of rent if I stretched it. After that...
I couldn't think about after that.
I started the engine and drove.
By the time I reached Audrey's school, I still hadn't figured out how I was going to tell her.
I couldn't do it yet.
Not today.
I sat in the pickup line, my fingers drumming against the steering wheel. The envelope was hidden under the passenger seat. The weight of it felt physical.
One day, I told myself. Just give me one more day.
Mrs. Bradford noticed me arriving earlier than usual when I walked up to the entrance.
"Ms. L/N? Everything okay?"
I forced a smile.
"Yeah... I just got off early today. Thought I'd surprise her."
She looked like she wanted to ask more, but simply nodded.
A few moments later, Audrey came out carrying her backpack. Her face lit up when she saw me.
"Mommy!”
I knelt to hug her, pulling her into my arms.
"Hey, baby."
"Why are you here so early?"
"I thought... maybe we could do something fun."
Her eyes lit up, the sadness from earlier forgotten.
"Really?"
"How does ice cream sound?"
She gasped dramatically.
"Even before dinner?"
I laughed a genuine laugh this time.
"Just this once."
The little ice cream shop wasn't anything fancy. Just a small storefront with a few plastic tables and a chalkboard menu.
Audrey picked strawberry with rainbow sprinkles.
I ordered a plain vanilla cone.
She sat across from me, happily kicking her legs beneath the table. Between bites of her melting cone, she told me about butterflies and castles and how she wanted to learn another Katseye dance.
I noticed she smiled less than yesterday.
But she was smiling now.
That was enough for the moment.
On the drive home, we sang along to her favorite songs with the windows rolled down. She belted out the lyrics, her small voice filling the cab.
For a little while, neither of us thought about the bad parts of the day.
That night, after Audrey fell asleep hugging her stuffed bunny, I sat alone at the kitchen table.
The final paycheck rested beside the calculator.
I opened my laptop and stared at the glowing screen.
"Construction jobs near me."
"Warehouse hiring."
"General labor."
Dozens of listings appeared.
Some paid less than half of what I was making.
Some were too far away to be feasible with Audrey's school schedule.
Some required experience I didn't have.
I rubbed my tired eyes, my temples throbbing.
Tomorrow.
I'd start applying tomorrow.
Right now, I was too exhausted to think straight.
I closed the laptop, checked on Audrey one last time, and pulled the blanket over her shoulders.
"I'll figure this out, baby," I whispered.
Even if I didn't know how yet.
I turned out the light and headed to bed, hoping tomorrow would bring a little more hope than today had.
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sorry for the delay guys it took so long to write this chapter but hopefully y/n finds a job soon.
the living room at lara’s was a complete disaster in the best way. blankets everywhere, three different bags of chips open and half-crushed on the coffee table, someone’s half-drunk boba sweating rings onto the wood. the tv was still playing whatever rom-com they’d put on an hour ago but no one had looked at the screen in at least twenty minutes.
you were on the floor with your back against the couch, sophia stretched out beside you with her head in your lap. megan was sideways across the big armchair, yoonchae curled up in the corner of the sectional, and dani was half-buried under a throw blanket on the far end, only her eyes and the top of her head visible.
lara was the one who started it. she always was.
“okay but be so fr right now,” she said, pointing her spoon at dani. “you’ve never finished. like ever. not once.”
dani groaned so loud it was almost a scream and yanked the blanket higher. “lara i will actually kill you.”
“no you won’t,” megan laughed. “spill. boys and girls both? damn. that’s tragic.”
sophia lifted her head from your lap just enough to look at dani. “wait is that real? you’ve never…?”
dani’s voice came out muffled. “can we please talk about literally anything else.”
sophia, soft but clearly invested, tilted her head. “is it like… you get close and then it just disappears? or does it never even start?”
dani peeked out, cheeks already pink. “it never even starts. like i feel good sometimes but it just… stays there. and then it’s over and everyone’s looking at me like i’m supposed to have done something and i just smile and pretend.”
lara made a wounded noise. “babe that is actually criminal. someone should be sued.”
megan cackled. “maybe you just keep picking people who don’t know how to read a map. like they get the general area but they never find the actual destination.”
dani threw a pillow at her. it missed by a mile.
lara leaned forward, elbows on her knees, eyes sparkling with pure evil. “i’m just saying. somewhere out there is a person who could actually give you a mindblowing orgasm. like properly ruin you. make you forget your own name for a solid thirty seconds. we just have to find them.”
everyone laughed. even dani, though she rolled her eyes so hard it looked like it hurt.
“you’re all so annoying,” she muttered, but she was smiling under the blanket. “and for the record i’m fine. it’s not that deep.”
“it is that deep,” megan said. “it’s actually tragic. we’re doing an intervention.”
the teasing went on for another ten minutes at least. more jokes about defective partners and how dani’s body was clearly just waiting for the right person to show up with the correct instruction manual. every time dani tried to change the subject someone dragged it right back. by the time people started checking their phones for rides the whole room was still giggling about it.
you offered to drive her home since you were headed the same direction anyway. she didn’t argue.
the car was quiet for the first few minutes. streetlights sliding across the dashboard in slow gold stripes. dani had her knees pulled up, phone in her lap, but she wasn’t really looking at it.
you cleared your throat. “hey… about earlier.”
she glanced over, already wary. “please don’t.”
“no, like… i’m serious. it’s not a you problem. that whole thing they were saying.”
dani sighed and tipped her head back against the seat. “i know they were joking but it’s still embarrassing. every time. like maybe i’m just broken or something.”
“you’re not broken.”
“easy for you to say.”
“i mean it. some people just… don’t know what they’re doing. or they get in their own head. or they’re selfish. or they think it’s supposed to look a certain way and they never actually pay attention.” you glanced at her. “it’s not you.”
she was quiet for a second, picking at the edge of her phone case. “you sound really sure about that.”
“because i am. you’ve never even gotten close?”
“close-ish sometimes. but then it just… fizzles. like my body doesn’t know what to do next.”
you hummed, thinking. “maybe nobody’s ever taken their time with you. like really taken their time.”
dani side-eyed you, a tiny smile tugging at her mouth. “are you about to give me a pep talk about patience and communication?”
“maybe. or maybe i just think someone who actually gives a shit could figure it out.”
she laughed under her breath. “yeah? and who’s that someone supposed to be?”
you opened your mouth to say something light, something safe, and instead the words just slipped out before you could stop them.
“like i could definitely make you finish.”
dani’s head turned so fast you almost flinched. both eyebrows shot up. she stared at you for a long second, then a slow smirk pulled at the corner of her mouth.
“oh yeah?”
your face went hot immediately. “i— i just meant—”
“nah,” she said, still smirking. “cute though.”
that did something to you. playful offense flared up so fast you sat up straighter in the seat.
“excuse me? i definitely can. like actually. not even a question.”
“you’re so sure of yourself all of a sudden.”
“i’m serious.” you glanced at her, then back at the road. “a thousand bucks. i can make you finish.”
dani barked out a real laugh this time. “a thousand???? are you insane?”
“yeah. a thousand. if i can’t do it i’ll venmo you right there. if i can, you owe me.”
she stared at you for another long stretch of silence, still smiling, but there was something else under it now. curiosity. maybe a little challenge. maybe something hotter.
“…fine,” she said eventually. “you’re on. but if this gets weird i’m blaming you forever.”
her place was quiet when you got there. she kicked her shoes off by the door and led you down the short hallway without saying much. the second her bedroom door clicked shut it felt weirdly planned. both of you just stood there for a second in the half-dark, the only light coming from the street outside her window.
dani huffed a tiny laugh and rubbed the back of her neck. “this is so stupid. like we actually just planned this.”
“yeah,” you agreed, but you were already stepping closer.
she didn’t move away.
you kissed her.
it started soft, almost testing, the kind of kiss that could still be laughed off if one of you pulled away. but then her hands came up to your jaw and she made this little sound against your mouth and everything tilted. you backed her toward the bed until the backs of her knees hit the mattress. she sat, then scooted up, and you followed, crawling over her until she was flat on her back looking up at you.
clothes came off in pieces. her shirt first, then yours. her bra, your pants. when you finally got her underwear down her thighs she was already shiny. you dragged two fingers through it just to feel and she shivered hard, a tiny gasp slipping out.
“fuck,” she whispered.
you kissed her again while you lined yourself up between her legs, the head of your cock sliding through the wet mess of her. she was so warm. so wet. you pushed in slow, watching her face the whole time as her body stretched around you inch by inch. her mouth fell open on a quiet gasp and her hands flew to your shoulders, nails digging in just a little.
“okay?” you asked, voice low.
she nodded fast. “yeah— just… go. please.”
you rolled your hips forward until you were buried all the way inside her, then stayed there for a second just feeling how tight she was. her walls fluttered around you like she didn’t know what to do with the fullness. you started moving in long, deep strokes, the kind that dragged every inch against her, and her breath kept hitching like she was surprised by how good it felt.
“holy shit,” she whispered, almost to herself, eyes wide. her eyebrows pulled together like she couldn’t quite process it.
you kept the same pace, steady and deep, watching the way her face kept shifting. her legs wrapped around your waist without her even thinking about it, heels digging into the backs of your thighs, pulling you in harder. every time you bottomed out she made this soft broken sound, half moan half breath, like she still wasn’t used to how deep it went.
“you feel that?” you murmured against her mouth. “how wet you already are for me?”
“fuck— yeah—” her voice cracked when you angled your hips and dragged against that spot inside her. her whole body jerked. “oh my fucking god—”
you stayed right there, fucking into that same place over and over, short hard thrusts that made the wet sound of it fill the room. her hands scrambled at your back, nails raking down your skin. her breathing got faster, more desperate, and her expression stayed stuck somewhere between pleasure and pure shock, like her body was building toward something it didn’t fully understand yet.
“holy shit,” she gasped again, voice tight. “oh fuck— oh my god—”
“just let it,” you told her, voice rough. “don’t fight it. just feel it.”
her thighs started trembling against your sides. her walls clenched harder around your cock, fluttering in these tight little pulses that got stronger every time you thrust in. she was staring up at you with wide glassy eyes, mouth open, looking almost overwhelmed by how good it felt.
“wait— wait—” her voice went high and broken. “oh my fucking god—”
you fucked her through it, never slowing, never giving her a chance to pull back from the edge. her whole body locked up under you. her back arched hard off the mattress. a sound ripped out of her throat that was half scream half sob as the first orgasm slammed into her so violently her legs shook and her nails dug deep enough to leave marks. her cunt clamped down around your cock in these hard rhythmic pulses, soaking you even more, and she kept making these helpless little “oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck” sounds like she still couldn’t believe it was real.
you didn’t stop. you kept thrusting through every wave until she was twitching and oversensitive and trying to push at your shoulders with shaky hands.
“too much— wait— i can’t—”
you pulled out carefully, kissed down her stomach, and settled between her legs before she could fully catch her breath. she was a mess, cunt swollen and shiny and still pulsing. you licked a long slow stripe through it and she jerked like she’d been shocked.
“relax” you said against her, and then you put your mouth on her properly.
you ate her like you were starving. putting your tongue over her whole cunt, then focused on her clit, sucking it between your lips while two fingers slid back inside her and curled. she arched so hard the bedframe creaked. her hands flew to your hair and stayed there, not pushing away, just holding on for dear life while you licked and sucked and fucked her with your fingers.
“fuck— fuck, right there—“
her second orgasm hit harder and faster. she screamed this time, thighs clamping around your head so tight you could barely breathe, whole body jerking while she came on your tongue in wet pulses that kept going and going. you kept licking until she was whimpering and trying to squirm away, oversensitive and shaking.
you crawled back up, wiped your mouth on the back of your hand, and manhandled her onto her stomach, then pulled her hips up until she was on her knees with her face pressed into the pillow. you ran a hand down the curve of her spine, watching the way she trembled, then gripped her hips and pushed back in in one smooth thrust. the sound she made was pure filth, high and broken.
“ready for your third?”
you fucked her hard from behind, skin slapping loud in the quiet room, watching the way her ass bounced every time you bottomed out. her cunt was so wet it was dripping down her thighs, making an absolute mess of both of you. you reached around and rubbed her clit in tight circles while you kept pounding into her and she completely fell apart.
“look at you,” you growled. “taking it so fucking well. never finished before and now you’re about to come for the third time on my cock.”
dani was past words. just broken moans and begging and your name over and over, voice wrecked and high. the third orgasm wrecked her completely. she came so hard her arms gave out and she collapsed onto her elbows, screaming into the pillow, whole body convulsing around your cock in these violent pulses that went on and on. you fucked her through every single wave until she was sobbing and shaking and completely gone, drooling into the pillow, thighs still twitching.
you finally slowed, staying buried deep while she twitched under you. both of you breathing hard. the room smelled like sex and sweat.
dani turned her head just enough to look at you over her shoulder, eyes glassy, voice completely destroyed.
“…you win,” she rasped. “fuck. you actually win.”
you leaned down and kissed the back of her neck, still soft inside her.
Practice felt weird that day, weird enough that everyone noticed.
Mostly because YN wasn’t there.
No random coffee appearing halfway through practice. No quiet check-ins. No suspiciously thoughtful snacks showing up after someone casually mentioned craving something once.
Just nothing.
And the room felt emptier because of it.
The girls probably hadn’t realized how they had gotten used to YN.
Sophia checked her phone again, still nothing.
At some point, even the messages had stopped showing as read.
Her stomach twisted uncomfortably.
Because YN always answered, always.
“Wait.” Megan frowned as she looked around the room.
“Where’s YN?”
Nobody answered at first, then Yoonchae decided to speak without looking up.
“She went home.”
Her voice was flat.
The room paused.
“…home?” Lara asked, blinking.
“For a few days.”
Yoonchae took another sip of her drink.
“She wanted a break.”
Sophia froze completely.
“Did—” Her voice caught slightly. “Did you talk to her?”
Yoonchae looked up and for the first time in a long time, she looked annoyed.
“Obviously,” she said. “She’s my sister, Sophia.”
Of course Yoonchae talked to her.
Sophia shifted slightly where she stood.
“…is she okay?”
There was a pause, long enough to feel uncomfortable.
Then Yoonchae sighed, like she was trying very hard to stay calm.
“What do you want me to say?”
The room went quiet because that tone felt new.
Sophia looked down.
“…did she say anything?”
“Not really.”
Yoonchae looked back at her drink.
“She doesn’t really wanna talk.”
That landed badly.
Sophia swallowed.
“…is she mad at me?”
Silence again.
Yoonchae rubbed at her forehead for a second before exhaling slowly.
“I don’t fucking know.”
Complete silence.
Everyone froze.
Because Yoonchae never swore.
Not like that.
Not seriously.
“She looked upset,” Yoonchae said quietly. Her voice was controlled, but harder than usual. “And honestly?”
She paused for a second.
“I’m trying really hard not to say something, i’m gonna regret later.”
“Yoonchae—”
“No.”
Still calm.
Which somehow made it worse.
“She was trying really hard.”
Flowers.
Food.
Remembering little things.
Trying.
“And then you started deciding what’s good for her without actually talking to her.”
Nobody said anything because she was right.
Yoonchae looked away for a second before speaking again.
“She still thinks she did something wrong.”
And suddenly Sophia felt sick.
No.
No, that wasn’t—
Fuck.
Yoonchae stood up and grabbed her water bottle, then paused near the door.
She wasn’t really looking at Sophia.
“Look,” she said quietly. “I love you and i know you got stressed about what people said on the internet. You panicked.”
And somehow that made everything feel worse.
“But that’s my sister.”
Yoonchae finally looked at her, actually looked at her.
Yoonchae sighed again, like she was trying very hard not to say something worse.
“So unless you fix this shit…”
She scoffed quietly.
“And honestly? I don’t even know how you’re gonna do that.”
There was another pause, then her voice softened slightly.
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