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[gaykimjisoo]

money is power

rating: m

pairings: sanayeon (twice)

word count: 2153

triggers: gore, violence, mentions of sex

summary: twice is a tight knit mafia, famous all over korea for being able to get away with most everything. they have the government under their thumb, and their skills are unmatched. to be frank, no one fucks with them. 

loona, a smaller, unknown mafia doesn't want fame. they just want money and revenge, so blaming their crimes on the most well-known mafia is a no brainer.

when twice notice they're getting credit for things they didn't do, though, it starts to become a problem.

first chapter (ur here!) | previous | next (to be updated)

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nayeon doesn’t spend idly. if she’s going to use her hard-earned money on something, it better be the most important damn thing in the world. she won’t waste it on some toy she’s using for the week.

but she’s been using sana for months, she reasons, so it’s okay. and besides, it’s her birthday, so asking couldn’t hurt, even if it will be embarrassing.

and sana has been stressed the last few weeks due to her work; nayeon should know, being her boss. unfortunately the position doesn’t come with the benefit of controlling the workload, so she has to watch sana work herself into exhaustion daily. maybe it’s a bit painful, even if their relationship has no strings attached.

“what do you think of a birthday dinner?” nayeon asks the day before, words muffled in sana’s neck.

sana giggles. “i didn’t know we were that serious,” she teases.

“you don’t seem to be opposed.”

“not necessarily,” sana replies. “as long as it’s expensive.” she then mouths at nayeon’s neck to stop her already weak-willed protests, and damn if it isn’t an effective end to the conversation.

the next night, when nayeon sees sana gape at the restaurant as she slides out of the car, she knows she’s met her standards.

“do you like it?” nayeon asks anyway.

sana answers by crashing their lips together, borderline making out with her in front of the richest people in seoul. nayeon would be all for this, but the reservations cost too much to go to waste, and it’s raining, so she breaks away and ushers sana inside. they grin smugly at the appalled rich crowd, and nayeon thinks, for a fleeting second, they’d make a damn good couple.

they’re sat down at a table in the back and given a selection of drinks. nayeon orders water and sana orders champagne; when nayeon raises an eyebrow at her across the table, sana just smirks back, and nayeon decides not to question it. when the waiter leaves, sana stretches her hand towards nayeon’s, and she reluctantly takes it.

“so, darling,” sana drawls, “what are you getting?”

“probably the salad,” nayeon responds, and she knows sana’s going to notice it’s the cheapest thing on the menu. it’s a subtle sign, one she doubts sana will answer, but she can hope. “what about you?”

“the myungwolgwan looks good,” sana says. nayeon glances down, and indeed, she winces at the price. nayeon gives sana the stink eye, which sana ignores and searches to make eye contact with a waiter.

(when the waiter takes the order, he gives nayeon a pitiful look. she must appreciate these little things.)

“you’re evil,” nayeon wants to say. “i hope it’s good,” she says instead, a bit more passive, but still effective in letting sana know she’d kill her if it wasn’t her birthday.

sana shrugs. “i said it looks good. i’ve never actually had it before.”

nayeon tightens her grip on the arm of her chair.

sana’s face becomes worried for a few moments. “you... you’re not having any work problems, are you?”

nayeon rolls her eyes. “i thought we’ve been over this. no talking about that while we’re alone.”

“that rule only applies when we’re having sex,” sana says, and nayeon thinks she hears someone choke on their food nearby. “now is a perfect time to talk about this.”

truthfully, nayeon has been a bit stressed lately. the most well-paying clients are often the most migraine-inducing, and her paycheck is higher than ever before. not that she’d ever tell sana that; she knows the girl has her own set of problems she needs to deal with before she cares for others.

“no, it’s not,” nayeon says, gesturing about the restaurant. “just don’t order the myungwolgwan again and i’ll be perfectly fine.”

sana’s gaze flicks up a few degrees above nayeon’s head. “hm. you’d rather i eat it on a paper plate, don’t you?”

shit.

nayeon couldn’t turn around to look at whoever had a gun on her; it was probably in the warehouse building behind her. she had scoped this place out, and knew the risks, but she didn’t expect people to follow her here. she hadn’t told anyone else of her plans with sana, so why the fuck was someone trying to assassinate her?

“how rude,” nayeon huffs instead.

“we should play a game,” sana says, and her eyes are still calm when they go back to nayeon’s.

“that’s a terrible idea,” nayeon tells her, because it is. not that sana would ever take that advice to heart.

“too bad.” sana leans towards nayeon, almost spilling her water. “whoever kills more people tonight gets to top next time,” she whispers, a glint in her eye.

nayeon sighs. “we really shouldn’t make bets on this stuff.”

“that’s not a no,” sana counters, sitting back in her seat.

“you’re fucking disgusting,” nayeon says. “tell me when to duck.”

sana squinted back up. “now’s a great time, actually,” she tells her, and nayeon dips her head. a few seconds later, a shot rings out, and the glass vase in the center of the table is ruined.

it takes a few moments for the screams to start up, and a few more after that for the doors to bang open. the sound of a machine gun starts going off as sana flips the table over and they dive behind it.

“i never got my champagne,” sana pouts.

nayeon is about to apologize before she continues. “but this is a hell of a lot more exciting.”

“you’re insufferable,” nayeon groans as she pulls out her glock. “you have yours?”

“i’m offended you think i wouldn’t,” sana answered playfully, tapping it against her temple. “you ready, babe?”

“always,” nayeon growled, and they jumped out in sync.

sana fires off a few shots in the direction of the entrance as nayeon races over to the fire alarm and pulls it. the sirens make everyone wince for a second, giving nayeon ample time to put a bullet in the heart of some gangster a few feet over. god, she missed this; being so high up in rankings meant she was rarely put on risky missions. she’s a bit out of practice, but the sight of blood splattering against the floor is enough to wake her up.

“one!” nayeon yells out, and sana laughs in response.

she hears two gunshots in quick succession. “same!” sana yells back.

nayeon feels a bullet zip by her head, and she whips around to a man in a mask reloading his gun. she knees him in the gut and grabs a shard of glass off a table, stabbing him in the neck. she flings him off herself as another man tackles her from behind, throwing her to the ground. the hit is enough to make her head spin, but she doesn’t miss a beat as she dodges his punches.

he grabs her arm, and she spits at him. he blinks for a moment, and it’s ample time to shoot him in the leg with her forgotten gun. his scream is cut off by a second bullet to his temple.

she takes a breath as his body falls on her, then snarls and pushes him off. three.

a woman takes a few shots at her from just a table away, but they all miss, and nayeon can’t find it in herself to be disappointed. she’s always appreciated how incompetent the people they send after her are. she takes a knife from her boot and rushes at her, dodging the next shots as well, though one does catch her in the arm. she winces and drives the knife into the woman’s gut, relishing the feeling of the kill.

“whore,” nayeon breathes into her ear, and lets her drop.

“nayeon,” a voice says from behind her. “i didn’t expect to see you here.”

she turns, and smirks. “jennie. you were hired and didn’t bother to ask who the target was?”

“guilty as charged.” jennie raises her gun to nayeon’s forehead. “what to do, though?”

“oh, you wouldn’t kill me,” nayeon says with conviction. “you like the game too much.”

“i’d say it’s gotten annoying, though,” jennie broods. “with you being better than me and all.”

“at least you can admit it,” nayeon chuckles, and sana presses a gun to the back of jennie’s head.

jennie’s breath catches, and sana laughs maniacally. “put the fucking gun down, bitch,” nayeons says for her.

“i got six,” sana converses. “including the sniper. you, darling?”

“four. guess i lost, huh?”

“you like it too much. i changed my mind. i got two.” jennie’s hand is sneaking up to her waist, something sana’s definitely seeing, but isn’t bothering with.

“this is why i don’t like making bets with you.” nayeon knocks the gun out of jennie’s grip and has a knife to her throat in two quick movements. her bad arm screams at her, which she ignores, for now. “so unfair.”

“i like bottoming. don’t judge my preferences.” jennie’s face scrunches up at sana’s words, and nayeon has to keep in her laughter.

“‘kay, girls, let her go,” someone says.

“and who are you to give us orders, jisoo?” sana asks, not putting her gun down. “i think her brains on the wall would be beautiful. don’t you think so, nayeon?”

“agreed. especially,” she pushes her knife a little closer, “knowing all the trouble she’s caused us.”

“do it,” jihyo snaps, and they immediately retreat.

jennie rubs at her neck, glaring at jisoo. “i thought i told you i don’t need your help.”

“you clearly did, though,” jisoo says, and turns to jihyo. “sorry for her. she’s an idiot.”

“just keep her in line from now on,” jihyo responds with a tight-lipped smile. “i don’t need allies trying to kill my people. come on, nayeon, sana,” she adds, beckoning them.

“i expect to know who ordered this,” nayeon grumbled, glaring at jennie, but obliged along with sana.

jihyo’s smile twitched, but she didn’t say anything. “we’re leaving, before we can start another war.”

once they were out of earshot of jennie and jisoo, nayeon tapped jihyo on the shoulder. “uh, ma’am…”

“shut the fuck up, or i might slit your throat myself,” jihyo snapped under her breath. “i interrupted a very important meeting for this, just to see my people fighting with the people i was trying to make amends with. and no, i don’t care who started it, you two know i’m trying to get jisoo on my side.”

nayeon quieted down. sana grabbed a bottle of champagne off a forgotten service trolley and flipped jennie off when jihyo wasn’t looking.

“i wasn’t supposed to be stepping over bodies tonight,” jihyo continued, muttering angrily. “i was going to drink expensive alcohol and have one less worry on my hands. who knows what jisoo will do now, that crazy bitch. if i could, i’d fire the both of you.”

“you won’t, though,” sana singsonged, slinging her arms around jihyo’s chest. “because you love us! you’re, like, our mom.”

jihyo sighed. “especially you. i would definitely fire you,” she claims, but her voice was a bit softer, fondness seeping through. nayeon disregarded the pang of jealousy she felt.

“i’m going home alone,” jihyo tells them once they’re outside. “i can’t take another second of this shit. go and fuck each other, or something. from what i heard, nayeon’s doing that, actually, but- nevermind. fuck this.” she puts a finger on nayeon’s chest. “i will have you killed if anything like this happens again.”

nayeon knows she won’t, but she nods in agreement anyway.

jihyo storms off, and sana leans towards nayeon as they watch her together. “you know, i’m kind of worried about her, sometimes.”

“worry about your damn self,” nayeon retorts, turning towards her. “you’re so stressed all the time. we don’t need you to care for us; just do your job.”

“i worry about you, too,” sana continues like she hadn’t heard nayeon. “you put so much weight on your shoulders. i’m always here for you, alright? not just to let off steam, but to talk, too.”

nayeon rolls her eyes and shoves sana’s shoulder so she’s facing her. “you have blood on your lip,” she comments.

sana grins cheekily. “wanna get it off for me?”

nayeon answers with a kiss, and her mouth tastes metallic, but she doesn’t quite mind. “i’ll get the rest off later,” she says, observing the red on her chest and arms.

sana snorts. “fine. just take me home.”

sana starts walking, but nayeon’s mind pulls a blank. she hasn’t had a lot of time to think about it, but she’s getting too involved with this. their gang is tight knit, sure, but someone might die at any moment; making friends was unadvisable, but inevitable. falling in love with one of them was the worst possible situation she could think of.

“coming?” sana calls without looking back.

“... yeah.”

[gaykimjisoo]

ease

rating: g

pairings: seowon, harom (fromis_9)

word count: 1421

summary: seoyeon works at a coffee shop on black friday.

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seoyeon has never seen a coffee shop do deals for black friday. the drinks are already all worth less than anything that should be on sale, so it’s a moot point unless the company wants to go bankrupt.

unfortunately, there’s a first time for everything. the problem is she’s caught in the middle of it.

she waves the latest customer away and sinks a little when she sees the line is even longer since she last saw it a minute before, stretching out the door. seoyeon resigns herself to staying at least an hour after her shift; at least she’ll get overtime. $10 more in her bank.

the next customer steps up to the counter, and seoyeon is almost too tired to register how her hair slides across her neck and her eyes shine with something she hasn’t seen in awhile. she needs more than a few moments to compose herself for this pretty stranger, time she doesn’t have.

seoyeon has always had a weakness for pretty girls, and the way her lips shine like cherries is a bit too much for her.

so she stares. and she’s hitting herself in her head, because her physical functions aren’t currently adept enough to do it.

then the girl’s eyes crinkle into half moons as she smiles and seoyeon knows she’s totally fucked.

“aren’t you supposed to greet me?” the pretty stranger asks.

seoyeon blinks once slowly, then again, and her instincts catch up to her. “welcome to haven coffee. what would you like?” she thanks whatever higher power there is that her voice doesn’t crack.

“good job,” the girl muses, and looks up at the menu like she hadn’t had all the time in the world when she was in line.

seoyeon would usually be annoyed by this, but it gave her more time to study her, so she can’t complain with a clear conscience.

and the way she tilts her head back and her neck becomes exposed, christ. it has to be illegal.

“i like the caramel macchiato,” seoyeon blurts, because, hey, she’s a normal person who can totally hold a conversation. “it’s. it’s really good. i think.”

maybe not that normal of a person.

but the stranger giggles, and casts her gaze back to seoyeon. “you have a sweet tooth?”

she blushes. “yeah… sorry.” she doesn’t know exactly what she’s apologizing for, but she feels like she should anyway.

“it’s okay,” she says. “so do i.”

having one thing in common with a stranger, even a pretty one, shouldn’t make her heart skip a beat.

“i’ll get one of those,” she finishes, slipping a dollar bill (yes, the deals were that atrocious) across the counter. “small.”

seoyeon types it into the cash register, regretfully tearing her eyes away. “and that’s all?”

“yep.”

“name?” seoyeon asks.

“jiwon,” she tells her, and seoyeon’s heart fucking flutters. it’s perfect.

she scribbles her name on the cup and sets it aside for one of her coworkers to take care of. “that’ll just take a few minutes,” she finishes.

“thank you,” jiwon says, and as seoyeon looks back up, she winks. if seoyeon’s heart had skipped a beat before, it flatlines then.

the entire conversation only took a couple minutes, but it felt like seconds and a lifetime all at once. seoyeon wistfully watches jiwon walk to a table in the back, sighing.

“oh my god,” she hears from behind her, two voices whispering in perfect unison.

“they’re soulmates. it’s meant to be.”

“romsae, we just watched our BABY fall in love. we should’ve filmed it.”

“why didn’t you?”

“i was too busy swooning on seoyeon’s behalf. why didn’t you?”

“i was recording it in my memory. we can make them redo it when they’re married with five kids, anyway.”

“true, but it won’t be the same. we’re failiures as mothers.”

hayoung and saerom were two things to seoyeon; firstly they were the dorky, in love parental figures she never had. secondly, they were both pains in the ass in their own ways. she supposed, in retrospect, they go hand in hand.

still, she doesn’t have to respect them like parents. for that, she’s very thankful.

“you two are impossible,” seoyeon says without turning around, beginning to take care of the next customer in line.

they were also scarily in sync at least 100% of the time.

“i got this!” hayoung announces, bumping seoyeon’s hip so hard she stumbles and almost falls over.

saerom snatches the cup off the counter before anyone else can get to it. “go to her, seoyeon,” she coos. “get it, baby.”

seoyeon will never admit it, but she appreciates that sentiment just as much as she hates it.

without anything else to do, the shop already overstaffed, she shuffles over to jiwon. she apologizes when she bumps into people because she really cannot keep her eyes off this girl, but she doesn’t actually feel all that bad about it.

when she arrived at the table, for at least a few seconds, she just stares at the back of jiwon’s head and panics. she’s so pretty what the fuck do i SAY how can i impress her also why did she wink at me??? does that mean she’s interested or was she just making fun of me for being a mess i think it’s the latter this was a mistake i’m an idiot FUCK YOU SAEROM-

“what’s your name?” jiwon asks without turning around. seoyeon has a mini heart attack.

“seoyeon,” she responds. “can i, uh, sit down?”

jiwon giggles again. “yeah, uh, i guess,” she mocks. seoyeon doesn’t that mind all that much, either.

she sits across from jiwon, crosses her legs, and makes eye contact with her. it’s silent for a minute or two as jiwon scrutinizes her and seoyeon absentmindedly noted that she can feel the blood leaving her fingers from how tight she’s gripping her chair. that’s probably not healthy.

“seoyeon’s a good name.” she nods along dumbly.

“you like anime?”

i’ve fallen for a weeb.

“naruto’s nice.”

jiwon snorts. “typical. watch madoka magica. that’s real shit.”

“... okay?”

jiwon nods in satisfaction and goes back to scrutinizing, and saerom has to scream “caramel macchiato for jiwon” at least 3 times for her to snap out of it.

jiwon gets up to get her drink, and seoyeon finally has time to think about the ridiculous situation.

fact number one: she’s whipped.

fact number two: jiwon is, at least a little bit, interested.

fact number three: this is really cliché.

fact number four: jiwon’s smile is really pretty and she never wants to go another shitty morning without it.

fact number five: after reviewing fact number four, seoyeon falls a little bit more. not in love, but in the possibility of love, butterflies and first dates and all that.

“well, not to insult a pretty girl,” jiwon says, returning to her seat, “but you’re not that smooth. to make up for it, though, your friends are.” she shows seoyeon her cup, and she dies inside.

saerom wrote, in her pristine as fuck handwriting, her number and a list of rules if she wants to date “my baby who has never done anything wrong.” she’s suddenly reminded of her earlier exhaustion and deigns not to read all of them, but it’s… extensive. she wants to yell.

“i wouldn’t call that smooth,” she croaks out instead.

“it gets the job done,” jiwon said with a shrug, sipping her coffee. she grimaces, then glares at seoyeon. “fuck. you said this was good.”

“best thing on the menu. this place is shit.”

jiwon waves her hand. “still a lie. i usually don’t go out with people who lie.”

badump badump badump.

“for you, though, i’ll make an exception. you should thank your cute personality and your friends.”

seoyeon balks at her, jaw dropped, eyes wide.

“god, i wanna take a picture. you’re so adorable,” jiwon tells her, giggling. she stands up, coffee in hand. “i’ll text you, yeah?”

“y-yeah,” is all seoyeon can say in response.

seoyeon watches her walk out, dumping her coffee into the trash along the way, but keeping the cup.

hayoung slides into the seat jiwon was sitting in while seoyeon continues to gaze at the door. “that was somehow embarrassing and heartwarming all at once.”

seoyeon doesn’t answer.

“whatever,” hayoung mutters. “someday you’ll thank us for being the best mothers you could’ve ever asked for.”

(and if later, she feels her phone buzz in her pocket and her heart does a little jump, she’ll keep that to herself.)

[gaykimjisoo]

thursday, 3:04 am

rating: t

pairings: hong yeondeok/cha juran, yuka/shizuko (the silenced)

word count: 660

summary: yeondeok creates a groupchat.

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notes: this isnt for a kpop group it’s just for a korean movie that deserves more recognition. watch it.

also i suggest reading it on ao3 bc tumblr formatting is.. uhh.. bad for chatfics

cha juran; tokyo stealing bitch

hong yeondeok; sad lesbian

shizuko; og shizuko

yuka; og shizuko’s gf

kihira; (づ｡◕‿‿◕｡)づ

eguchi; fuck this gay shit

sad lesbian made a groupchat!

sad lesbian changed the groupchat title to dorm 6969.

sad lesbian added tokyo stealing bitch, og shizuko, og shizuko’s gf, (づ｡◕‿‿◕｡)づ, and fuck this gay shit.

thursday 3:04 am

sad lesbian: hey guys!

sad lesbian: how r u all?

og shizuko’s gf: fuck is this

sad lesbian: oh okay that’s how it’s gonna be

og shizuko’s gf: you didn’t answer the question

sad lesbian: WELL

sad lesbian: i thought it would be nice if we had a groupchat for our dorm

sad lesbian: but apparently my sacrifices are being mocked

og shizuko’s gf: and why did you make it at 3 am. no one is awake except for you and the insomniac.

sad lesbian: uh

(づ｡◕‿‿◕｡)づ: owo what’s this?

og shizuko’s gf: jesus christ it’s a fucking gremlin

tokyo stealing bitch: kihira is your height, yuka

og shizuko’s gf: HOW DO YOU KNOW WHO THAT IS

tokyo stealing bitch: who else would it be

sad lesbian: what was that about us being the only ones awake

og shizuko’s gf: you know what? fuck all of u

og shizuko’s gf left the groupchat

tokyo stealing bitch: oh

(づ｡◕‿‿◕｡)づ: bwye bwye!!!!!

sad lesbian: ....

sad lesbian: i feel like we should add her back

tokyo stealing bitch: ….

tokyo stealing bitch: i don’t want to tho

sad lesbian: fair

sad lesbian changed the groupchat title to dorm 6969 minus yuka

(づ｡◕‿‿◕｡)づ: i thought our dorm number was 8?

(づ｡◕‿‿◕｡)づ: there’s only a couple hundred dorms at this school, after all…

sad lesbian: don’t worry about it

tokyo stealing bitch: i wish i had that innocence

og shizuko: yall woke me up w all these notifs so there better be a good reason for this

sad lesbian: oh hello shizuko!!!!!!!!

sad lesbian: this is a groupchat for our dorm!!!!

sad lesbian: where we will all be COURTEOUS to each other!!!

og shizuko: is that fake shizuko bitch here

tokyo stealing bitch: i thought i was tokyo stealing bitch

tokyo stealing bitch: do i have to change my name again

og shizuko: well at least you know what the fuck you are

og shizuko: one pro among hundreds of thousands of reasons to hate you

tokyo stealing bitch: well i’ll do it if you ask nicely

sad lesbian: can’t we all just get along

og shizuko: no

tokyo stealing bitch: no

(づ｡◕‿‿◕｡)づ: no

sad lesbian: but kihira you love everybody

(づ｡◕‿‿◕｡)づ: but everyone agreed no????

sad lesbian: never change

tokyo stealing bitch: does eguchi even have a phone

sad lesbian: i had to ask her mom for it

tokyo stealing bitch: makes sense

og shizuko: did y’all kick out yuka or did she just leave

og shizuko: i’m leaning toward the latter, based on how this is going

sad lesbian: she left

og shizuko: and you didn’t add her back??

sad lesbian: she was corrupting the atmosphere!

sad lesbian: as are you!

og shizuko: you know you can just directly message juran instead of just making excuses to talk to her

sad lesbian: we’re dming right now

sad lesbian: about how ur ruining the atmosphere

sad lesbian: and being a little BITCH

tokyo stealing bitch: DESTROYED

og shizuko added og shizuko’s gf

og shizuko: i need an ally in these times of war

tokyo stealing bitch: no matter how many times they antagonize me their usernames are still cute af

og shizuko’s gf: i’ll stay if y’all go the fuck to sleep

sad lesbian: ok everyone shut up

sad lesbian: except for you, kihira, we all love you, we just need to keep quiet

(づ｡◕‿‿◕｡)づ: :D!

tokyo stealing bitch: how is she SO GOOD

og shizuko’s gf: let me at least attempt to sleep

og shizuko: let my girlfriend fucking sleep

tokyo stealing bitch: fine. gn

sad lesbian: gn

(づ｡◕‿‿◕｡)づ: gn!!

thursday 8:55 am

fuck this gay shit: what the fuck

[gaykimjisoo]

hold my hand, i’ll make you understand

rating: g

pairing: sachaeng (twice)

word count: 675

summary: chaeyoung doesn’t think she’s good enough.

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pathetic.

chaeyoung knew that was what she was.

hiding in sana’s arms, jolting each time thunder rolled above them, burying her face into sana’s chest.

sana had much better things to do, whether it be work, reading, or just getting a good night’s sleep, but instead she was taking care of her useless as fuck girlfriend who couldn’t function when things were too loud.

pathetic. she could almost hear the syllables in the rain pounding against the roof.

a particularly loud bout of thunder began, and she started to shiver. “s-sana…”

“it’s okay, i’ve got you,” sana assured her. fuck, sometimes it was infuriating how amazing she was at this.

chaeyoung wasn’t anywhere near good enough for sana; that was a reality she’d faced long ago. she should break it off, make it as easy and painless as possible, but she couldn’t help but be greedy. every moment spent with her felt like heaven, from her feather-light touches to how sana would drop everything for her.

sana was possibly the most perfect being on the planet, and chaeyoung was hoarding her all to herself.

“chaeyoung-ie…”

she didn’t realize there were tears in her eyes until it was too late. mortified, she sat up to wipe at her face, telling sana that she was completely fine, just a tad scared. even so, she must have been rambling, because sana’s expression became more and more worried as she droned on.

damn her good heart.

“really, i’m fine!” she said, her voice holding confidence she could never have inside.

her beautiful, kind self.

“i’m sorry, i don’t mean to make you worry.”

her smart, wonderful brain.

“sorry. really sorry.”

you’ll never be good enough for her.

“i’ll never be good enough for you.”

by the time the words are out of her mouth, she’s already backtracking. “i- i mean- aha, that’s not what i-“

“chaeyoung, is that really what you think?” sana said, quiet but powerful. “about… us?”

chaeyoung fumbled for another lie, but her mouth just opened and closed silently, and she glanced away.

after a few moments, sana grabbed chaeyoung’s hand. “come on. i have to show you something.”

sana gently guided her through the hallway and down the stairs, so much worse than if she’d just dragged her. every few moments, she would turn back to look at chaeyoung, giving her a small smile. it almost made her forget about how drastically she’d fucked up, but regardless, she stayed silent.

they arrived at the front door, and chaeyoung flinched when thunder crashed again. sana gripped chaeyoung’s hand tighter before letting go. “trust me, chaeyoungie,” she comforted.

sana opened the door and ran outside.

oh my god.

chaeyoung followed her halfway, but stayed under the porch roof. “sana!” she yelled in panic, reaching out.

sana twirled around in the grass, dirt getting her nightie wet, before stopping to face chaeyoung. she stretched out her arms as far as they could go and tilted her face up, taking a deep breath.

“i love you this much, son chaeyoung!”

chaeyoung’s eyes widened, but sana didn’t stop.

“i love how you cut your hair because you don’t care what people think about you!” she continued, eyes squeezed shut. “i love how the sun reflects in your eyes! i love the way you talk, like every word counts!” she took another breath. “i love you so much it scares me, chaeyoung!”

coming to her senses, chaeyoung rushed out to drag sana inside. she slammed the door and grabbed a towel to wipe her down, worry creased in her features. “you scared the hell out of me, sana!” she exclaimed, though with more fondness than conviction.

sana bat her hand away to place a wet kiss on chaeyoung’s forehead, then her cheek, then her lips. “if i can show you how much you mean to me,” she said, “it’s worth it.”

and though chaeyoung would insist it was unnecessary to her dying breath, the thought of her running out there just to profess her love kept her self doubt at bay.

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i guess you’re attractive, or something

rating: t

pairing: hanayoung (gugudan)

word count: 1258

summary: it’s the end of the world, and all shin bora wants to do is curl up and wait it out. kim nayoung changes that.

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Bora was glaring at her phone, eyebrows pulled down as the dull, white-on-black numbers counted down. Her covers were pulled over her head and she was sitting with her knees hugged to her chest, overheating but not willing to move. She had an ice cream container, Chococo-Mint, and a spoon stuck into it that hadn’t moved since 44:31.

It was at 26:52 now.

51.

50.

The end of the world, in 26 minutes and 49 seconds.

Mina and Sally had left the moment after they had made the announcement. They said that they wanted to spend the rest of their time together, and apparently, that meant apart from everyone else, in the Maldives. Bora was sure they were having the best last minute sex right now, not that it mattered for any longer than 26 minutes and 24 seconds.

Hyeyeon, Haebin and Soyee had gone to their families in the week that followed. At least she’d gotten a chance to say goodbye to them. Hyeyeon was especially sad to go, but she had to spend the time elsewhere. It left a bittersweet taste in Bora’s mouth.

Sejeong was recruited for a live TV show that would air from 5 hours until the end to the very last moment, filled with a mix of celebrities. Personally, Bora would despise it, but Sejeong loved the spotlight, and who was she to judge someone for their final choices. Plus, she got to meet Minatozaki Sana from Twice, someone Sejeong had always had a minor crush on.

Mimi had vanished. One night, she had snuck out with a suitcase and not much else. Bora hoped Mimi was happy, wherever she was.

That left her and Nayoung in the Gugudan dorm. They avoided each other like the plague.

It wasn’t that she didn’t like Nayoung. She’d always admired her work ethic, in fact. But there was nine of them a few months ago, and as numbers dwindled, they had stopped knowing how to act around each other. Bora had expected Nayoung to be one of the first to leave, actually, but she was still there, cleaning up the kitchen, at 23 minutes and 10 seconds.

There was so much left unsaid, but she didn’t know how to say it. She wanted to talk. She wanted to hold hands. She wanted to…

“You still haven’t had your first kiss.”

Bora knocked over her ice cream in her surprise and haste to shove the covers off her head. It was half melted, causing the sticky contents to pool under her butt.

Nayoung tossed her a towel, as if she’d expected this, which she probably had. Everyone knew when Bora was sad, she ate ice cream, and left it out until it melted and had to throw it away. She was again reminded how now everyone was just the two of them.

Nayoung looked at Bora. Bora looked at Nayoung.

“So what?” Bora asked, not touching the towel. Her shorts would only exist for 22 minutes and 3 seconds more, anyway.

Nayoung took that as her cue to enter, leaning on her bed with her back to Bora. “It’s a bit sad, isn’t it?”

“The end of the world, yes,” Bora responded, though she didn’t really believe it. “The fact I haven’t kissed anyone? No.”

“It’s magical, you know.”

“So I’ve heard. What I know is that it looks and sounds disgusting, thanks to Mina and Sally.”

Bora could almost hear Nayoung rolling her eyes. “Well, they don’t count. They’re always disgusting, especially around each other.”

Bora grinned, then caught herself. She was quiet for awhile. Nayoung didn’t interrupt, another quality she was grateful for.

“I don’t want to kiss,” Bora said finally. “I want to continue being an idol, and travel the world, and be successful. I want to bring happiness to everyone.” Her phone beeped. 20 minutes left. “I’m not going to be able to do any of that, though.”

“Well, obviously, that’s not going to happen,” Nayoung said. “What do you want to do now? ”

Bora thought for a moment, and decided she didn’t have anything else to do. “Tell me more about the kissing thing.”

Nayoung turned around and raised an eyebrow. “What about it, exactly?”

“How it feels, I guess,” Bora told her, straightfaced. She had 19 minutes and 22 seconds left of her entire life, and she wasn’t going to waste it on embarrassment.

“Well… that depends who you’re with,” Nayoung answered, thinking. “If it’s with someone you don’t like, it’s really sharp. Like, all teeth and tongues and lips, no emotion.” She shrugged. “Not bad, I guess, but not great. There’s always too much tension. It’s a human connection, though. Like shaking a stranger’s hand, but better.”

Bora waited. Nayoung didn’t continue. She could feel the centimeters between them get fewer as she shifted.

“I’ve never kissed someone I’ve liked,” Nayoung conceded before Bora could ask. “I’ve always imagined it would be better, but who knows.” She smiled, more of a slightly upturned lip.

“Improvise,” Bora blurted before she could stop herself.

Nayoung’s eyes widened. She didn’t object.

“I’ve heard people describe it as fireworks,” she started, “and gunshots, and skydiving. Any adrenaline-fueled thing you could think of. I think, though, it would be like a tsunami.” She stared at the ceiling, an innocent smile on her face, lips rosy pink and shining. “It would be disappointing at first, because you’ve heard all this stuff about it; that’s when the tide recedes. You think, oh, it’s not that great. ”

Nayoung faced Bora once again, fingers clutching the blanket. “Then, you stop thinking, no longer obsessed with committing this moment to memory. Because it matters, but not in that way. You remember how much you love this person, and it crashes on you how amazing it is you get to do this at all.” She looked at Bora like she was the rest of the world, and she might as well be. “ That’s when it gets good.”

Bora tilted her head. She opened, then closed her mouth, a blush certainly painting her face at the moment. One was on Nayoung’s cheeks, at least.

Her phone beeped again. Fifteen minutes.

Fuck it.

Bora’s lips met Nayoung’s in an instant, and it wasn’t like they didn’t expect it, with the tension that had filled the air like a cloud. Her arm snaked around Nayoung’s waist as they connected once, twice, again. A small moan slipped out of her mouth, and Bora thought it might be the most beautiful sound she’d ever hear. She wanted to reach into her and pull out another.

When the phone beeped again, Bora broke away. She took it and smashed it against the wall, having given up on any last messages long ago. She returned to eye contact with Nayoung, who was flushed red and panting, hair sweeping around her in strands. She wondered what she looked like, with the added disadvantage of choosing to wear lipstick today.

“Is it better?” Bora asked.

Nayoung, thankfully, understood the question, and what it meant. “Yeah. Yeah, it is.”

If she had turned, Bora would’ve seen the meteor hurtling to the ground through her window, and had time to dread or long for it. Instead, her last moments were immortalized as her looking at Nayoung like she’s everything, ice cream soaking through her shorts, and Nayoung looking back in turn.

Bora spent 13 minutes and 20 seconds kissing Nayoung, barely a fraction of her entire being. She spent 100% of that time regretting she hadn’t done it sooner.

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haunted

rating: t

pairing: vivilip (loona)

word count: 1573

summary: jungeun’s stubborn. it doesn’t work out in her favor.

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Everyone knew the house on Hollow Hill was haunted, even non-believers advised people to stay away. The few idiotic college kids, more often than not drunk off their asses, brave enough to go in would come out sobered up by terror. The place just had a vibe that screamed get out, get out, get out. People tended to not listen to words. They listened to their feelings.

And the feeling Jungeun got from this place left her out of breath, fear pressed on her chest like an anvil.

“Come on, Jungeun,” her friend, Jinsoul, whined. “You said you’d do it.”

“That was before I saw the place,” Jungeun snapped back. “I’m not going in there.”

“It’s only half an hour,” Jinsoul pressed. “It won’t be that bad.”

Jungeun could barely stand being outside of it, nevermind inside for a whole thirty minutes. The house loomed above her, taunting and screaming at her all at once. “ No, ” she said firmly, glaring at her friend. “Not this.”

“Maybe we should go home…” Yerim piped up from behind Jinsoul, eyes wide. Her voice trembled a little as she continued. “I don’t like this.”

“We can go home,” Jinsoul snorted out, “as soon as Jungeun gets this over with.”

Jungeun glared at Jinsoul. “Don’t you dare blame me for this mess.”

“Whatever,” Jinsoul said, rolling her eyes. “Thirty minutes.”

Jungeun shook her head.

“Fifteen minutes.”

She shook her head again.

“...Five minutes.”

Jungeun was honestly shocked Jinsoul would go this low, but she wouldn’t go in there if her life depended on it, so she shook her head resolutely. “I’m not doing this stupid fucking dare,” she scoffed, crossing her arms in front of her chest.

Jinsoul looked at her for a moment, then, seeming to get an idea, smirked. “Fine. Then I’ll go in.”

Jinsoul knew that was her weakness; she’d never let anyone show her up. If someone said they were better at anything, she’d prove them wrong, no matter what it is. “Dammit, Jinsoul, you wouldn’t.”

“Watch me.” She looked behind at Yerim, who was still shaking like a leaf. “This is how real people confront their problems,” she announced, as if to a crowd, and strutted towards the front door.

Before Jinsoul could even step onto the porch, or Jungeun could think about her next actions, she grabbed her arm, pulled her back and lunged in three quick strides from where she was standing into the house. She slammed the door behind her, and winced at the creak of the hinges.

She heard Jinsoul’s muffled giggles from outside. “A full half hour,” she called.

“I thought you said five minutes?” Jungeun yelled back.

“Time starts now,” Jinsoul responded, ignoring Jungeun’s protests.

Goddammit, Jung Jinsoul, Jungeun thought to herself, but she knew arguing would be futile. “Whatever, I’m going in,” she told her, and with one last bang on the door, she stepped forward.

And just like that, the fear was back. It hit her heart like a freight train, breath caught in her throat. It was so much worse inside than outside, too, so much she almost opened the door back up and admitted defeat. But damn her stubborn attitude; she knew she’d never live it down, either.

She could hardly see anything more than a meter in front of her. She could see there was a staircase, but she didn’t quite trust the house to be able to hold her up, so she took an equally eerie side hallway instead.

Cobwebs covered each wall, and she cleared a few out of her way with each step. They seemed to go on forever, and she was sure she’d swallowed one, but eventually, the walls opened into a living room of some sort. There was a coffee table in the middle and a dusty couch next to it, both missing a leg or two. There was also a lamp on the other side of the room; she didn’t bother to try to turn it on, obviously a lost cause. Otherwise, it was barren and somewhat damp.

“Do you like it?”

Jungeun practically jumped out of her own skin, and let out an ear-splitting screech that probably woke up the neighbors, one Jinsoul would tease her about later. Immediately, she ran and hid behind the couch, faster than she’d ever done anything before. It had to be in her mind; but she’d felt breath tickling her ear when the words were spoken.

It was cold. Freezing fucking cold.

After a couple minutes, she peeked from behind the couch and choked; someone was there. Jungeun just stared at her, frozen with fear. The girl had pink hair and brown, almost black irises. Her skin was pale, incredibly so, and her face was painted into a careful smile. She didn’t trust it for a second.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.”

Brought back into her senses, she jolted back behind the couch. She dug her nails into the floorboards and squeezed her eyes shut. This had to be some sort of dream, or a fucking joke, at least. “J-Jinsoul, this isn’t funny.”

“Jinsoul?” The thing asked, though she heard no question; its voice was dead, no emotion coming through. “One of the girls outside?”

Jungeun kept her mouth shut.

“I’m sure she’s lovely-” Jungeun would have laughed at that, in any other situation- “but this isn’t her. I’m not her”

Suddenly, the thing teleported, or something, next to her. She didn’t know how she could tell. It wasn’t touching her, and her eyes were still shut, but she could feel its presence. “It’s not often people come here,” she commented, like it was all a normal situation. “I wish we could talk, but I doubt you’d hold a conversation with a ghost like me. People seem to get unnerved. Regardless…” she sighed. “It’s nice to see someone after so long.”

She might’ve felt sympathy, but its; her?; voice was still monotone, almost robotic. It wasn’t natural. She still had her lips sealed, and she didn’t plan to change the arrangement.

And it was so, so cold.

“My name’s Kahei,” the ghost said. “I was murdered in this room.”

Jungeun couldn’t stop her eyes from flying open, because fuck, way to cut to the chase. Still, she kept her gaze forward, though she could see Kahei’s legs out of the corner of her eye. It gave her the chills.

“It was my father,” Kahei continued, though she was talking to herself more, at this point. “He brought a gun home. He kept it hidden until dinner, though. Then, he put it to her head. Mama was crying. He was an angry man, but never angry enough to be violent. I thought that, at least.”

Christ.

“He kept screaming, ‘Where’d you put it? Where’d you put it?’ Mama didn’t know. I mean, she said she didn’t know. Maybe it was a lie. Mama wasn’t very nice, either.” She took a deep breath for a moment, and paused. “If you want to leave, you can. I won’t hurt you.”

Jungeun didn’t know what prompted her to do it, but instead of running, she slipped her hand into Kahei’s. It was ice-cold, almost painful to the touch, but she gripped tighter. Kahei didn’t react. She just continued.

“Sixteen and a half minutes passed with my father’s gun pressed to her head. I was just looking at the clock. I couldn’t look at him, or at her, or pay attention to the words they were yelling. I just counted the seconds. Then… then it gets a bit blurry, after I heard him... shoot her. Blood splattered onto my plate. I remember it being in a triangle. I really liked triangles.” Kahei stopped, and for a few minutes, it stayed silent like that. Jungeun’s leg began to cramp, but she didn’t want to move, in the fear that, ironically, Kahei would spook.

“I don’t like them anymore, though.”

It took awhile for Jungeun to realize Kahei had disappeared. Her heart was beating loudly in her chest, each thump just a fraction of a second apart. Her hand closed around nothing but air, and she bit her lip. She stayed there for a few seconds, wondering if she just had a hallucination, or if that had really happened.

“It’s been forty five fucking minutes,” she could hear Jinsoul scream from outside, startling her, though she could only faintly hear it. “I know you’re stubborn, but christ, get a move on. We need to go home.”

Jungeun paused for a moment, then jumped up and sprinted to the front door, not bothering to push cobwebs out of her way this time. Surely, it was fear that gotten to her, and it was all her imagination. She’d never experienced anything like that before, but otherwise, there was no logical reason. She had to believe that.

Gathering herself, she calmly walked out, shooting Jinsoul and Yerim a smile. “Easy-peasy.”

Jinsoul mimicked her scream, one she’d forgotten, except at a much higher pitch. Jungeun slapped her on her arm playfully. Jinsoul acted wounded, leaning into a startled Yerim. Jungeun giggled, and decided she’d forget this night altogether.

But as she walked away, friends by her side, she thought she heard a whisper in the wind from behind her.

“Thank you.”

Jungeun shuddered, but when Yerim looked at her questioningly, she plastered on a smile and pulled them far, far away from whatever was in that house.

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a heart-shaped box of chocolates

rating: g

pairing: saida (twice)

word count: 772

summary: sana confesses. dahyun, unsurprisingly, is oblivious.

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Dahyun always loved presents.

No matter what it was, from a ticket to a movie premiere to a goddamn hug, she was always ecstatic. Even when she literally got a fruit bowl for Christmas (from Nayeon, of course, who was trying to play a joke) she gasped in excitement and tackled Nayeon to the ground, who was too shocked to do anything about it.

No matter what it was.

Sana stared down at the heart-shaped box of chocolates in her hands. It was relatively small, only held ten chocolates, but she could give Dahyun half of one and she’d love it. What she was worried about wasn’t that, no, but the message that went along with it.

Who the hell bought just a friend a heart-shaped box of chocolates on Valentines Day?

Sana stopped that train of thought before it went on any further, a weak attempt to calm her nerves. She’d liked her for so long, and it felt like they’d been flirting for even longer. Everyone around them; friends, family, strangers; urged them to get together.

In Tzuyu’s words; “Don’t be a dumbass.”

She looked up at Dahyun’s house. It was a beautiful place; white paint with black accents and a dark gray roof. Simple, but surprisingly not Dahyun; the only hint of her was the pastel pink curtains that opened to her room.

Before she could chicken out any longer, she hopped up the steps and rapped on the door.

You know how Dahyun hates ding dong ditching. No backing out now.

A few moments later, the door opened to a sleepy, disheveled college student. She should’ve known 10:15 was way too early for Dahyun, but here she was. A smile broke out on her face as she saw Sana. “Hey, Sana, what brings you here so early?” She yawned, emphasizing her words.

Sana looked away, blushing. “Well, nothing much, really. It’s actually kinda stupid, but…”

Dahyun frowned, hands on her hips. “Come on, Sana, it can’t be stupid, coming from you.”

“I have a present for you.”

Her eyes lit up, and she jumped up and down with a squee. “A present?? Oooh, where is it? What is it?” Her eyes danced around, finally resting on her arms, which she realized held something behind her back. “Show me, show me!” She clapped, subtly bouncing from one leg to another.

Sana let loose a deep breath. Here goes nothing.

She took the heart shaped box, holding it out to Dahyun. “Here.”

She gasped in awe, taking in the box. “Why, Sana, you’re too sweet!” She took it, softly shaking it. “What’s inside?”

“Open it.”

Dahyun, obviously not catching on yet, ripped open the packaging. “Whatisitwhatisitwhatisit- Oh my god, Sana, this is amazing! Chocolate, my favorite!” She grinned, taking one and popping it into her mouth, chewing and swallowing. “Caramel inside, too; delicious!” She reached to take another piece, mowing through the packaging.

Sana watched in agony, waiting for Dahyun to finally understand. Not that she was all that dense, she was just… easily distracted.

After the fifth piece, she slowed to a stop, looking from the packaging, up at Sana, then back. “Oh. You like me.”

“Yeah.” Sana felt relief crash over her, but still, despair held its grip. What if she hates me what if she takes the box and slams the door oh god she loves presents that doesn’t mean she loves you idiot idiot idiot idiot

“Thanks for confessing first,” she said, throwing on a lopsided smile. “I’ve always been scared of that sort of thing.”

Sana’s heart just about stopped.

She just about yelled in excitement, running to hug Dahyun. “Oh my god, Dahyun, really? You like me? You like me like I like you? In a love like way, not in a friend like way?”

Dahyun laughed, returning the hug in full. “Yes, yes, yes, yes! Sana, I’ve had a crush on you for so long-”

“Me too-”

“And it’s just been torture, deciding what to do-”

“All this flirting, I thought it was just a joke-”

“But it’s real, Sana,” she giggled, ending the embrace to look her in the eyes. “Finally,” she whispered.

“Yeah,” Sana said, still holding Dahyun in a looser hug. “So, uh, what are we now?” She implored, tilting her head to the side.

“Girlfriends?”

“Girlfriends.”

Dahyun kissed Sana, gently yet rushedly, the chocolate still lingering on her lips. “I’m so happy,” she remarked, eyes sparkling. “You’ve always made me happy, Sana.”

“And you me, Dahyun,” Sana remarked, smile bigger than ever.

“Can I say I love you?”

“Yeah, I think that’s fine.”

“No, scratch that; definitely fine.”