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"I'll be right here! Buy me something cool!"
Chaeyoung waves goodbye at Nayeon, watching her walk towards the various stands.
She turns and fixes her bucket hat, flicking the dangling bunny and winks. Chaeyoung answers back by pulling her tongue out and pinching her hanging strawberry.
The ocean breeze is hitting her skin and the air smells salty. She looks around and pulls her film camera out. She takes a few pictures of the setting rays and palm trees. She catches some surfers and snaps more pictures. She then turns back to the stands decorating the deck.
They all look the same somehow. The exact same setup with various souvenirs. She shuffles further, her feet walking on sand that’s been misplaced by the wind.
She then notices a short line of two people eagerly waiting for their turn. Curiosity controls her steps and it stops her right in front of the mystic place.
There’s no stand. Simply two chairs, a wooden easel, paper and scattered charcoal sticks on the floor. Maybe there’s also paint? Or sharpies? Wait no, pastels? Either way, it doesn’t matter because what catches her attention is whoever is drawing behind that easel.
The client sitting down has the biggest smile on their face when the artist shows them their portrait and she’s in absolute awe. The drawing is fucking phenomenal.
Chaeyoung pays close attention to the interaction between the two. Some bills are given and polite laughs are shared.
Cute.
She waits a bit more before it's her turn. During this time, she tries to capture anything that sparks her interest. From the cup filled with paint water to your stained shoes to your charcoal-stained hands... Everything she can catch that is not obstructed by this big, annoying, easel.
Come on, I wanna see your face.
"Next person, please!"
My god.
Chaeyoung clutches her camera and inhales sharply. She did not expect to see such beauty in front of her. Not in this lifetime at least.
"Hi."
"Hi!"
You smile brightly and wave her over. You point at the chair before putting a blank canvas on the easel. Chaeyoung robotically sits on it, unsure of what she's supposed to do. Unsure of why she's there in the first place.
"So, would you like a traditional portrait or a caricature? Also, do you want it in pastels, paint, or charcoal?"
Her mind turns into literal mush. She understands exactly what you are saying. She knows exactly the terms you are using. She just can't think straight right now. Especially, when you beam at her like this and make her swoon with that soft voice of yours.
Just answer them, oh my god.
"Whatever you think fits me best," she says confidently, her shoulders finally dropping. Her cool demeanour finally coming back to life. "You're the artist here, I trust you."
You chuckle and pull out various pencils and pastels. Chaeyoung tries not to squirm. Your scrutinization makes her heart beat faster.
"That's a dangerous thing to say..."
"Call me Chaeyoung."
"Chaeyoung. A cute name. I'm y/n."
She licks her lips and leans back on the chair.
"Pretty name for a pretty person... So how do you want me, y/n?"
"Stay like that. You're perfect as you are. Now let me work on this masterpiece."
~~~
Chaeyoung doesn't even notice you've finished her portrait. She's been sitting there enjoying the casual conversation flowing between you two. A few flirty lines are slipping through lips and lingering looks are exchanged.
"Wanna see your portrait, or you wanna woo me a little more?" You ask, shooting her a teasing smile.
She clicks her tongue and rolls her eyes, which makes you laugh in return.
"You'd be lying if you said you didn't enjoy my amazing flirting skills."
You bring a finger to your chin, deep in thoughts.
"They were alright I guess. Nothing crazy, really. Wasn't even phased by it, didn't even blush," you say nonchalantly, shrugging. Her jaw drops and she huffs, but then, you start giggling, "You see it too, huh? My nose is getting longer like Pinocchio, right?"
"I knew it! You're too cute, y/n."
There's a pause and you look at each other. Someone on roller skates passes by and birds are flying towards the sunset.
Somewhere in the world, an artist signs their artwork, a painting gets sold, a muse blushes under the praise and someone's dreams get shattered.
"So casanova, wanna see?"
"Show me, cutie."
With a shy smile, you turn the masterpiece around.
A gasp.
Then a hug.
The portrait falls on the floor as Chaeyoung's arms squeeze your shoulders harder, swaying you both from side to side. You squeal when you feel your chair tilt to one side. She slowly lets go of you until your faces are inches apart.
Soft, soft hands creep up your neck and rest on your cheeks. Cradling your face, Chaeyoung looks deep into your eyes.
She’s trying to tell you something..? Trying to make you see something? Or is she trying to understand what’s that warm but not unwelcoming uneasy feeling bursting through her?
"It's absolutely perfect, y/n," she whispers, breath hitting your face.
You smile and lean into her touch. Shivers run through her and she immediately backs up, the movement leaving her oh so cold.
You clear your throat and pick up the portrait, holding it up to show her again.
"You like it?" Uncertainty is obviously present in your voice as if Chaeyoung didn’t just praise you like you were the best artist on earth.
"I love it. It’s amazing, you’re amazing. Can I… Uhm, can I take a picture of you?"
You watch her thumb fidget with her index finger. The black nail polish breaking apart as she chips it off.
"Of course. Do your thing, Chaeyoung."
Clumsy hands fiddle with the camera and finally the lens is staring right at you. With the prettiest smile, you show off your drawing and snap.
"Beautiful. So beautiful."
~~~
Chaeyoung feels like a failure and she’s upset.
She’s just so mad at herself for not trying.
She had you right there and she did nothing.
And now here she is, sitting on an overcrowded plane, staring at this polaroid of you.
She should’ve taken that risk. That leap. Because what if it would’ve worked out in the end?
Her fingers pass over the rolled-up portrait resting on her lap. Another glimpse at your picture and she sighs.
She feels like screaming.
Like jumping out of this plane.
But here she is, staring at this photo like it’s a returning ticket to a moment otherwise gone.
Love, at first sight, is possible, but it pays so much more to take a second look.
nayeon version, momo version, tzuyu version, jihyo version, sana version
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The flight is delayed and the girls are slouched at the terminal.
Mina gently sighs and looks around. Nayeon, Momo, Tzuyu, and Jihyo seem slightly down. Small frowns on their faces as they stare into space.
She'll figure out what's wrong later.
Another glimpse at her watch and she gets up to wander around. Trying to find a way to pass the time other than going on her phone or sighing for the umpteenth time.
She walks into a souvenir boutique and gives a look at the different items, but nothing seems to spark her interest. Another sigh as she steps into the last aisle of the shop.
A glint passes through her eyes and a lightbulb pops over her head.
A smile sets on her face as she grabs a bundle of red yarn and a pair of needles. After paying, she walks back to her seat.
She notices a person sitting right beside her spot now. They’re crocheting and that makes Mina quietly snort.
This wait is giving us the same thought I believe.
Mina settles herself, needles in hands and her slip knot ready. She begins to knit a simple pattern, not really having anything in mind.
She looks up briefly to see what the girls are doing. Some are fast asleep, and some seem exhausted. Sana looks absolutely restless, zipping and unzipping her bag.
She'll ask about that later.
She then turns to look at what you're creating. A smile creeps onto her face again, once she realizes you're making a small crocheted penguin.
Her eyes drift up and,
Oh wow.
Her fingers move the wrong way, and a knot gets twisted.
You run out of yarn and,
"Damn it!" You both say in unison.
Eyes lock, a hitch of breath, then,
giggles.
You both laugh at each other for a short while before putting down your creations on your laps.
"I see we've both ran into a mistake."
"Nothing unfixable," Mina whispers.
Please don't let it turn into a mistake.
Another pause. You carefully eye each other. Her gaze is soft and curious. Her eyebrows scrunch briefly, then she tilts her head. She seems to be looking for something. She knows exactly what it is, but she refuses to go after it.
"I'm y/n. What are you knitting?"
"I'm Mina. I'm not sure yet. I'm just going with the flow I guess. How about you? What are you crocheting?"
With the cutest smile, you eagerly show her your masterpiece.
You point at the different details, the little hat, the tiny feet...
This whole time Mina can't help but grin foolishly. In absolute awe of the way you move and present the charms of your plush penguin.
Your hands move, and her knees become weak. You speak, and her heart sores. You laugh, and her stomach twists and tingles.
A touch to her hand and her cheeks flush red.
"I'm sorry, I didn't quite catch what you just said," Mina utters, having completely zoned out for a moment. Way too infatuated by how endearing you are.
"I ran out of yarn, can you believe it! All that's missing is a little red for its blushing cheeks," you say with a pout.
"I have some red I can give you!" She exclaims, not standing seeing you with a sad face.
Before you can even deny her offer, a long piece of red yarn falls onto your lap.
"Oh, Mina... There's no need it's-"
"No please take it. That's the only thing missing to complete your masterpiece and I'll gladly give it to you. Can't stand seeing a pout on such a pretty face."
She freezes, your breath hitches, and a plane takes off.
"Thank you..." you shyly whisper, "when's your flight, Mina?"
Gosh, keep saying my name. Sounds so lovely coming from you.
"Should be in 2 hours, if it doesn't get any more delayed. You?"
"Same as well."
~~~
After talking for about an hour and a half (while giggling and blushing like teenagers), you hand her the penguin. She gasps and shakes her head.
"I can't accept this, y/n!"
"Please take it, Mina. It's a thank you for giving me the missing piece of yarn... and for being such great company during this long wait," you tell her, gently sitting the penguin on her lap.
She hugs it close to her chest.
"Is it bad that I don't want this to end?" she whispers, locking eyes with you.
"Not at all."
There's a long pause. You're just staring at each other with some sort of spark. Heartstrings are getting pushed and pulled.
"I've added moles on the penguin, so it can look like you. I tend to make things with the physical traits of people that I find charming. You're very beautiful, Mina."
A glance at the doll, cheeks are flaming, and a flight gets cancelled.
"Gosh, you're amazing. Truly. Thank you so much y/n."
The manager calls the girls, a signal for them to get going.
"Before you go, here's a bit of black yarn. I don't need it anymore. Maybe you could make something nice on your flight."
Someone calls Mina's name.
"Thank you so much, darling. I'll make sure to cherish this lovely penguin. I have to go. It was really nice meeting you y/n!"
~~~
Mina feels miserable.
She hates herself for not having done anything. For not having said anything. For not having made something beautiful for you.
She begins knitting as the plane takes off and she can't stop thinking about you. Her movements are sharp and borderline aggressive.
She'd love to think about how when it comes to life, you spin your own yarn and where you end up is where you're supposed to be.
But she can't.
A needle pokes her index finger and she hisses. She grabs the piece of yarn you gave her and continues her creation.
When she's finally done, she laughs bitterly and shakes her head.
A beautiful red heart with a black circle knitted right in the middle. She swiftly shoves it into her bag and her heart aches when she catches a glimpse of your penguin. She takes it and hugs it tightly.
She hates that she's let you play with her heartstrings. Strangely they're all twisted and tangled, but they refuse to break.
Maybe that invisible red thread tied to your pinkies will one day allow you both to be destined lovers.
Can I request something like where fem!reader surprises Sana while TWICE is touring in the States, but Sana is under stress and yells at fem!reader and fem!reader leaves? Angst with a fluffy ending?
surprise?
Sana x fem!reader
- fluffy then angst then a bit of fluff at the end
Sitting still seemed impossible right now, and you couldn’t help but to bounce on the balls of your feet while waiting for your shuttle to arrive.
It was your first time in the States and things were definitely different than Korea. The feeling was just…different. Even if it wasn’t home it was the closest you’ve felt since Sana left. Because she was your home and now you’re an hour away from her.
Arriving at the hotel the first thing you noticed was how big it was, it’ll take you forever counting each room. And as you make your way into the lobby you couldn’t wipe the smile off your face. You’re here like actually here in LA and the same building as your girlfriend. Did you forget anything? You’ve got the flowers, chocolate? Yes. Takis? Yes. Are your shoes tied? Should you zip up your jacket all the way? Leave a little unzipped?
“Ma’am!”
“Uh yes? sorry, just a little nervous” the receptionist gives you a look before sighing.
“are u checking in?”
“no sorry, I’m waiting for someone”
“alright just take a seat at the back” she said unamused.
You take a seat after sending Momo a quick text, she’s the one who invited you, and had you quickly accepted.
You only waited for a few minutes before you feel a quick tap on your shoulder, turning around you’re met with a smiley Momo. “Y/N! You made it!”
She’s quick to pull you into a hug and you’re quick to reciprocate. “C’mon I bet you’re dying to meet the love of your life!” She rolls her eyes, before making her way to the elevator, you walk past the receptionist as you follow Momo, you make eye contact with her which causes a shiver down your spine. God that’s creepy.
“So how’s she been?” Momo gives you a look before sighing, “Honestly not great”. This causes your eyebrows to raise in question. Momo continues leaning onto the elevator wall, with a pout on her face. “She’s grouchy and kind of annoying no offense”
“Huh?” You go to lean on the wall, but the elevator suddenly stops and the ding startles you a bit. Momo stifles a laugh before leaving the elevator, “but I bet she’ll prep right back up once she sees you, so no need to worry!”
You grasp onto the flowers and tuck the Takis and chocolate under your other arm before rushing after Momo, who took the liberty of handling your bags. Stopping in front of her door, Momo leaves the bags and starts to walk off to her room.
“Where are you going?” You call out.
“Back to my room, feel that you two should have some alone time” She shrugs before walking into her room. You gulp before knocking which is followed by a muffled “Coming!” from the other side of the door. You take the moment to fix yourself the best you can with your hands full, but quickly straighten up once you hear the lock clicking on the other side of the door.
And there she is. She’s wearing her robe, that’s the first thing you shamefully notice. And as your eyes rise up you proceed to speak “Supri-“ but your word dies short. She’s glaring at you?
“Sana? Are you okay?” She doesn’t answer, instead she peaks her head out looking down the hall, before she’s ushering you inside, along with tugging your luggage.
You just stand there, items still in hand as Sana shuts the door with a huff, then groans will dragging her hands down her face.
“What are you doing here?” The sound of her voice isn’t preppy nor does she sound happy, rather annoyed really.
“I came to surprise you babe! Look I brought your favorite snack and I know you’ve been working hard. I just want to suppo-“
“Then why did you come here!” She speaks her voice higher and full of venom. You’re taken aback. “Why did you come here if you new I was so busy, huh?” She begins to walk towards you. “I’ve already got so much to do and so many things to keep track of, now you come here and add yourself into my list of things to keep an eye on!”
Your eyes are blown wide, and as you take in what she says you also begin to grow angry as frustrated tears start to form. “I just wanted to surprise you! I wanted to support my girlfriend and her friends!” You drop your things right in front of her, her eyes fall onto your gifts. And you brush past her towards the same door you came in a minute ago, and just before you walk out you tell her, “I can take care of myself” before sniffing and slamming the door shut.
Sana’s eyes still waver on the flowers , then the chocolate, and finally the bag of Takis. Oh, God. Oh, God. Her face falls, no longer are her eyebrows strained with anger but sorrow. What as she done. Her love, her princess, her girlfriend. She just made her cry, she tries to hold back her own sob. Quickly she tries to catch up to you but opening the door, you’re not in the hallway rather she hears a click a couple doors down. Oh god, oh god. She shuts the door and just cries.
Meanwhile, you were meant to knock on Momo’s door but it completely blew past your mind as to which room was hers, so you took a guess.
Well, your guess was wrong. And now Mina sits in shock while you’re a sobbing and sniffing mess. “I just wanted to surprise her! I don’t know why she got so angry!”
Mina lets everything settle in, she has been one of the more observant ones in the group and Sana has been more quiet and grumpy than usual, slowly she goes to sit next to you, hand rubbing your back. “Hey Sana’s been like that for the past week, I guess she’s not used to this whole tour thing yet and she’s overwhelmed over everything, most of the group is and I guess the way she chose to show it wasn’t great. Not right at all actually.” She sighs. “We all get overwhelmed and she acted immaturely, you did nothing wrong, and you are always welcome to tour with us. It’s okay. She just needs to have a chat” she gives you a soft smile before getting up and walking towards the door, which confuses you, needs to have a chat? That’s when you realized what she meant, quickly you run after her and find her knocking on Sana’s room door.
Sana opens the door, eyes red and still with a slight sniffle, and what she’s met with is terrifying. Mina’s face screams murder, god if looks could kill. “M-Mina!?” Mina sticks her finger up pointing directly at Sana, “You-“ But she’s shoved away by you. And now you guys are just staring, Sana feels her chin start to quiver and your eyes begin to water before she’s wrapping her arms around you and pulling you in. “I”M SO SORRY!” She sobs into your neck, before straightening up again hands around your waist, “I don’t know what got over me! I’m just so stressed about this whole thing and you are your own person and I don’t have the right to say things like that and I’ll share the Takis with you, the flowers are amazing and I bet the chocolates are sweet but not as sweet as you. I should never ever say those things to you, I’m not the only one with this much stress and I acted like a child! I’m sorry!”
Sana sobbed, and you took the time to let everything she said settle before hugging her tightly. “You’re okay. There’s many other ways to deal with stress, okay?” She nods before burying her face into yours, as you let your hand stroke the back of her neck. “I’m sorry” she whispers. “I forgive you” you whisper back giving her cheek a little peck.
Meanwhile Mina stands in the doorway, eyes wide and mouth agape.
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"You guys go ahead, I'll be at this perfume boutique."
Sana said, stopping dead in her tracks. The store sparked her interest; a great opportunity to expand her body mist collection.
She shooed Nayeon and Momo away, taking the last sip of her iced americano before the girls nodded and continued their shopping trip.
"We need clothes before the beach party! Come on! It's our last night here!" Nayeon had exclaimed while they were sunbathing on the shore, watching Tzuyu run after her sandal. The shoe drifting so far in the water that a lifeguard had to go in and swim through the waves to get it for her.
Sana had then agreed absently with a smirk, watching attentively the younger of the group. Chuckling at Tzuyu's bashfulness and very apparent blushing caused by this pretty lifeguard.
Look at my girl go. Good for her.
She took off her sunglasses and hooked them on the collar of her shirt, entering the store with the biggest curious eyes. Her nose processing the various fragrances.
She walked around, her fingertips grazing the bottles and tiny packages. Squinting every now and then to read the ingredients or names.
But then, a smell completely caught her off guard. Her head shot up. Her feet stepping quickly around the boutique, following this incredible scent. She then halted in front of the stand that seemed to exude it the most. She crouched down and went though the many bottles, desperately trying to find this gem.
"Hi! Can I help you with anything?"
She frowned and dug further,
"Uh... Yeah, actually! There's this smell that caught my attention and I'm trying to find it. It just smells so amazing, I need it."
"Can you tell me the aroma? So I can try and find it for you?"
"It's sweet, but not too sweet. It's just the perfect amount. It's like candy. Like ice cream on a warm summer day, just so refreshing and comforting," She specified, standing up and looking around the stand once more.
Completely ignoring you.
"Sweet, you said? I'm sorry miss, but this stand only contains earthy and damp wood fragrances. The sweetest selection we have is at the very front of the store."
She frowned again. She was there moments ago and the smell wasn't present.
"Huh..."
"If it's okay with you, I'll just shelve these last three bottles and I'll come to help you find the item."
You went back to the boxes as she turned around to finally face you.
The amazing smell was still very much persistent, flooding her senses. She took a step closer to you. On her tippy toes, she tried to see what were the bottles in the boxes and it was all earthy and pine fragrances. Nothing sweet.
You then faced her and she froze.
Gosh.
Her knees became weak as her heart went on a marathon. You stood there looking oh so pretty. Your face bright with a small smile tugging at your lips.
Then it hit her.
The smell.
It was you.
It came from you. This sweet, sweet perfume. It sliced softly through the air, surrounding her. Engulfing her lungs as she breathed it in. Her eyes taking you in.
"Are you looking for something for you, or someone else?"
"Ahem- for me."
I was looking for you.
You motioned her to follow you to the front of the boutique. You waved your arms at the display then proceeded to explain the different fragrances and their mixes.
Sana was fully paying attention to everything you were saying. In absolute awe of your passion for this job. She was way too absorbed by you and this perfume.
"Usually, we try and find a perfume that matches our personality the best. One that represents us. Like a signature smell."
That's where your sweetness comes from then.
"What if we'd rather be associated to someone else's perfume?"
"You mean like perfumes that would mingle well? Like between partners and such?" you chuckled, tilting your head.
She smiled and approached you a bit.
"Yes, exactly. You're just so sweet and I was wondering if you'd be a good match for me," she grinned, tilting her head the same way as you.
Your ears burned.
Clearing your throat,
"I actually made my perfume myself. I can give you a little sample just to see if we're a good match, miss..."
"Just call me Sana. You are?"
"Y/n."
She stood closer and inched her face to your neck, taking a deep breath in.
"Just so sweet... And you're so beautiful," she whispered,
"I think we'd definitely be compatible, y/n and I would love to get a sample, cutie."
~~~
Sana is devastated.
The rest of Twice is already back home as she boards the plane with only one of their managers. The morning being so rushed that she completely forgot her wallet at their hotel. Having no choice, but to miss the flight and wait for the next one.
She walks through the aisle and flops on the seat. Immediately staring out the window. Guilt washes over her due to this silly mistake she could've avoided.
More people board the plane and Sana scrunches her nose. The smell making everything worst. Various perfumes that simply do not match together.
She sighs and opens her wallet, a tiny piece of cardboard falling out.
With bloodshot eyes, she reads the words on it.
The sweet sweet perfume you like so much. ~ y/n <3
She chokes back a sob as she brings the paper to her nose.
It smells like you.
So sweet. Just like cotton candy, just like the softest breeze, just like a hug that comforts you and takes all your worries away. Just like someone that you love telling you that everything's gonna be okay.
And maybe, just maybe if this universe would've allowed it,
A fragrance that smells like love could've been made by you both.
She watches the girls from the bar, chuckling under her breath over their antics. Nayeon and Sana dancing together, Momo going at it with a pretty stranger, the others running around on the shore…
"Another drink?"
She slightly jumps at the voice of the bartender and nods absently, turning her head to look at them.
Wow.
"More of that beer, or you wish to have something else?"
Her mouth opens and then closes, completely lost at words. She can’t be drunk, she thinks. It’s her first drink of the night. She shakes her head and clears her throat,
"Another beer, please."
You give her a smile and grab a new glass to fill up. You can clearly see from your peripheral that she’s staring at your every move. She’s analyzing, observing.
A chuckle and you slide the drink infront of her.
"You’re an observer aren’t you?"
Jihyo doesn’t respond right away. She’s still looking at you. Her eyes are taking you in. It makes you stand up straighter and you stare back at her with the same subtle fire.
You’re both looking for something that is still unknown to one another but achingly needs to be known.
Her eyebrows are furrowed until only one lifts up.
"I guess you can say that…"
She fully turns on the stool to face you, her head leaning in the palm of her hand. Her look is... challenging?
You grab another glass to clean with the chiffon, distracting yourself from this borderline unbearable gaze of hers.
"Let me guess, you’re the mom of the group?"
"More like the leader."
Glass clinks and you make a quick shot for a customer. Jihyo is now leaning deeper on the bar, her head resting between both hands.
"Leaders can have fun too," you say, walking back to her.
A board and a knife come out, and you slice lemons and limes.
She steals a piece of lemon and drops it in her beer. Once again you catch her eyeing you.
"Who said I’m not having fun?" a glint flashes through her eyes, "I’m certainly having fun."
A pause,
"How about you," she squints to look at your name tag, "Do you find this night enjoyable, y/n?" she purrs.
You look down at your feet briefly, biting your lip. There’s a little heat underneath the skin of your cheeks.
"I’m simply doing my job like every other night and I enjoy it. It is my bar after all…"
Jihyo leans back, eyebrows raised. She lets out a noise of surprise, impressed by your statement.
"So another leader, I see."
"More like the boss. Or owner."
You wink, repeating her same words and she snickers.
You serve another client and sigh. You scan the area and notice that the night is clearly coming to an end. The beach is less crowded, people can’t stand straight, and the shoutings are slurred…
After coming to the conclusion that you’ll be free for at least the next 20 minutes, you grab your stool and drag it in front of Jihyo. Of course, she’s been watching you this whole time, so you’re not taken aback when her gaze falls upon yours and a huge smile stretches out on her face when you sit in front of her.
You slide your hand towel over the counter in front of her drink. Its condensation spilling everywhere like that weird feeling spreading through Jihyo's body.
She clears her throat and you see uncertainty pass through her face.
"I’m sorry. I’m probably bothering you. I’m sure your night has been long and you’re not even close to being done."
You shrug and grab the last piece of lime. You twirl it around the rim of her cup, its juice coating it.
"You're not bothering me at all…" you say, tilting your head. A sort of way of asking for her name. She tells you it's Jihyo loud and clear, her back straight.
"Jihyo. A pretty name for a pretty lady. Now try your beer, it tastes better with lime on the rim."
A light blush sets on her face as she takes a small sip of her drink. She hums with big eyes, clearly enjoying its taste. A chuckle slips out of her lips and she sighs,
"I feel so silly. You must be so used to having people come up to the bar and try to woo you. You're just so beautiful and-"
"Are you trying to woo me?" you ask teasingly, raising an eyebrow.
She clears her throat, her cheeks becoming redder,
"Doesn't it become overwhelming being in charge of such a busy beach bar? When can you ever take a real break?" she changes the topic easily, chugging half of her glass.
"I could ask you the same thing, leader Jihyo. You take care of many people, so when can you take care of yourself?"
You lock eyes with her and you can feel it. It's heavy and it aches.
"My job is to lead and support my members. No one should worry about me. Besides, I'm not an owner like you. You have much more responsibilities."
Another pause. There's a shift and the air becomes denser.
"Who takes care of you?" you whisper.
"Myself... You?" she whispers back.
You give her a sad smile and point at yourself.
"You know, as much as we think we got it, it's nice to know that there's someone who's willing to take care of us… Someone who's gonna be there when we get home, someone who'll give you the best hug after a bad day, someone who wants to love," you tell her with the softest voice.
A sigh.
"I know," she answers back as gently.
"And I wouldn't mind being that person for you." you simply say, getting up to clean other things around the bar.
You shoot her a smile and she swoons.
A drunk man spills his drink somewhere on the beach and this stupid warm and welcoming feeling spills within her. It starts at her belly, then courses through her veins to land right in her heart.
Don't be silly.
"So that means I can woo you more, y/n?"
~~~
Jihyo is exhausted and overwhelmed.
Sana forgot her wallet at the hotel and they're already boarding the plane. And the worst is that she doesn't even know what to do.
Now she thinks about that someone.
The someone that could've been there to tell her that everything's gonna be okay. That someone who could've given her that hug.
But there she is, comforting Sana. Being the someone that she so desperately needs, but doesn't have.
Maybe she should've let you be her someone that wants to love.
Bass is booming and the floor is shaking under her feet. Nayeon screams the lyrics and Sana won’t stop saying 'I love yous'. Jihyo's at the bar talking with the bartender and the others are spread out across the dance floor and the beach, laughing.
Momo feels so good.
"We need to go to that beach party before we leave!" Sana whined out at 7 A.M sharp.
Now there she was, losing herself to this mix you’ve prepared. Dancing around like it’s vital.
It goes to the next song and Nayeon screeches, "It’s my favourite song!". She chuckles and twirls both girls in front of her around. When Sana spins her back, she finally gets a look at you. Your headphones around your neck, that small smile set onto your lips, your hands working hard on the mixer, a bounce of the head following the beat…
Tunnel vision.
She thanks the gods that she’s sandwiched between two delirious girls because when you lock eyes with her, she swears her knees are gonna give out.
A smile is sent her way and she sways.
The mix comes to an end and your coworker takes your place. Throwbacks hitting the speakers.
Nayeon asks for more drinks and soon notices the lack of response from Momo. She follows her line of sight and smirks. A nudge to Sana and they both see it.
Another twirl, three swings of hips and Sana grasps Momo’s waist from behind. Lips to her ear,
"Ooh la la, someone's got Momo’s attention… go for it, babe!"
A kiss on her cheek from Sana and a playful smack to her butt from Nayeon and she begins to walk towards you.
You slip down from the booth to put away your things. Your water bottle falls on the floor and someone grabs it for you.
"Oh, thank you!"
Fingers graze each other, eyes lock, a hitch of breath.
"Your mix was amazing, I really enjoyed it!"
She shouts over the music, her arms stuck to her sides. Her posture is so rigid and awkward.
You shout back a 'thank you' and zip up your bag.
"I can help you with this! I can carry it! I mean… if you want."
You can’t help but chuckle. She’s so adorable.
"No need. I’m going back with my friend later tonight. He’ll carry all that stuff," you point your chin to the current DJ.
There’s a pause. She shifts from one side to the other, chewing on her lower lip.
"Loved your work tonight. It was really good… I’m repeating myself, aren't I?"
You laugh and grab her hand, pulling her a little further away from the speakers.
"You’re a really good dancer. Saw you on the floor, you’re a natural."
She scrunches her nose and blushes. Looking everywhere, but at your face.
"I’m a dancer and I sing too. I’m in a group, actually. You? What do you do?"
Another laugh comes out of you. Gosh, it sounds amazing.
But then,
Momo smacks her forehead and groans.
"That was stupid. Ignore that question. That’s literally your job."
Another pause and she sighs.
This is really not going as planned.
"Thought I was gonna be smooth, but not at all. I'm sorry, you're just so pretty and talented and ugh! I swear I'm not usually like this… ah just- dance with me?"
Momo squeezes her eyes shut, her shoulders so high they cover her ears.
Your fingers interlace with hers and she feels like the earth is gonna swallow her whole.
"I'd love to."
~~~
Momo feels like she’s on top of the world.
A pretty person is in her arms. She can't stop staring at you.
Dancing is her territory. The moment someone steps in, she rules the game. So of course there’s an ego boost seeing you all flushed for her. Her confidence spiking when her body finds the rhythm.
"You're a good dancer too. What’s your name, beautiful?"
You roll your eyes and scoff, but she doesn’t take it to heart because your smile and blush betray you.
"Y/n, you?"
"Momo."
She spins you around until your back is stuck to her front. Your heart beats out of your chest.
What happened to that awkward girl you spoke with 30 minutes ago?
"Don’t be shy, dance for me," she whispers into your ear.
You chuckle and spin back to wrap your arms around her neck. You lean forward and she stops breathing. Her heartbeat changes and she really hopes you can feel it too.
That you can feel that change too.
"Don’t be shy, Momo. Dance for me."
~~~
Momo doesn’t feel good.
She’s got this terrible headache as they board the plane.
And her chest feels heavy.
Nayeon offers her an earpod and she nicely declines, huffing as she sits down.
She doesn’t feel like surrendering to music today.
The way she danced yesterday with you in her arms makes her wonder if she’ll ever feel this way again.
She’s met you.
This only person who's changed the way her heart beats.
And gosh she regrets not dancing with you to that rhythm for as long as the song could've lasted.
You sigh and lean against the railing of the lifeguard station. The ocean breeze is gently hitting your skin as you watch over the premises of the beach. Not many people are left. The sun is setting and they’re leaving, getting ready for a new day.
Your walkie talkie makes static noises as you play with the whistle wrapped around your forearm. Your coworker from the other station many meters away makes a dumb joke and you giggle.
You reach for your water bottle when you hear someone clearing their throat. A tiny excuse me is heard and you look down.
"Hey! Tzuyu, right? How’s your sandal?"
You ask teasingly with a smile. She smiles back at you and shakes her head. She gives a glance at the ladder, unsure about something.
"You can climb up if you want."
"Really?"
"Of course! Come on up, the sunset is prettier from up here."
Another smile, dimples forming.
She climbs up and walks to your side, mirroring your position. Forearms against the railing and looking far, scanning around. Hair flowing in the wind.
"Just wanted to say thank you for earlier… you really didn’t have to go get my sandal, could’ve gotten a piggyback ride from one of my friends."
"No worries, it’s my job to save people or objects, anyway."
She turns to look at you. Her eyes are curious, scanning your face the same way you’re scanning the ocean. Wondering what’s that feeling, while you wonder if everyone is safe.
"You’re a great swimmer. You went out there so quickly! Wish I knew how to do that too."
You nudge her arm with your elbow,
"I could teach you how to swim. I’m no olympian or coach, but I sure do know how to teach someone how to paddle around."
You give her a wink. Her ears are burning.
You know how to save a life.
"I’d love to," she whispers, "Are you always here? I mean the station,"
"I try to be here as much as I can. It’s the only place that doesn’t make me miss home like crazy."
She frowns,
"You don’t live here?"
"Nah, I’m here for school and this is my job… I’ve been away for 3 years now."
She hums, nodding. Her hand comes up to brush some hair out of her face.
"I miss my home too. I’m here for work and just like you, my job is the only place that doesn’t make me miss it like crazy…"
There’s a pause. A mutual understanding. A sudden heaviness. You both can feel it. You want to talk about it more, but you know that’d be way too painful.
A scream makes both of your heads snap to the side. 7 girls are running away from another one who has a wet towel twirled around ready to whip someone. Tzuyu laughs beside you, the sound awakening something in you.
"Sorry about that… they’re loud sometimes. The one with the towel is Jeongyeon and the one who screamed is Nayeon."
You watch them run around, big smiles on their face. Then you turn to look at Tzuyu. To look at her grinning, giggling.
She sighs and turns back to look at you, eyes locking.
This feeling... it feels like you’re swimming.
The gaze turns unbearable, but none of you dare to look away just yet.
"Sometimes you have to take the things around you to make it your home. It brings me great comfort knowing that I’m under the same sky as my family," you say softly, grabbing her hand.
Her eyes drift to your lips, then back up to your eyes.
"I never got your name. What do I call you sandal saver?"
She squeezes your hand and you laugh.
The sound floods her body like water filling her lungs.
"Y/n. Nice to meet you, Tzuyu."
Her mouth opens to speak up, but a call of her name stops her. She mumbles a likewise and I’m sorry, I have to go before getting down the station.
As she walks away, she turns to step backwards, her dress flowing around,
"See you around?"
"Of course! You know where to find me."
She smiles even if she feels this pang in her chest.
~~~
As the plane takes off, she looks down at the shore. Tiny people are moving around and a certain station stays still.
She always thought she was drowning, but now she’s swimming. And it brings her great comfort knowing that she’ll be under the same sky as you.
She sighs and slips her phone back into the front pocket of her jeans. She's been looking at the wall of snacks for god knows how long now. Nothing seemed appealing enough to munch on in this little hotel drugstore.
We literally have this at home... I want something new.
Another glance to the packs of chips and she hums, suddenly remembering the booth she saw on the short walk to the shore with Chaeyoung earlier.
After sending a quick text to the groupchat, she tugs her bucket hat lower on her head and steps out of the hotel. The soft breeze forces her to zip up her jacket as she heads to your kiosk. Teenagers pass by on skateboards, screaming out cheers and profanities. She smiles, thinking about how free they look. There's not many people out. It is a weekday after all. They probably have work in the morning.
Soon, her steps switch from concrete to wood. She strolls along the deck, searching for this goddamn snack booth.
'Souvenirs'... No, that's not what I need.
'Pimp Up Your Bucket Hat'... Already went there with Chae.
'Make Your Own T-shirt'... I'll tell Jeongyeon about this one.
Finally! 'Carnival Snacks, The Best Snacks'.
She quickens her steps and finally stops at your booth. There's a soft melody in the air, coming out of a small cd player. Her eyes shine from all the options there are in front of her. This is exactly what she needed. Slowly, she comes out of her trance and looks at you. You're at the back, dancing while stacking up things on the shelves. It takes her two coughs and an "excuse me" to finally get your attention.
With the brightest smile, you walk up to her. Eagerly ready to serve a customer.
"Hi! How may I help you?"
Nayeon opens her mouth, but only a giggle comes out, words falling short. She clears her throat and fiddles with her bucket hat. The little dangling decorations clacking against each other.
"Hi. Uhm, what do you have?"
A laugh. Such a pretty laugh coming from you.
"I have a lot. Depends what kind of mood you're in for tonight."
She shifts on one foot and kicks a pebble.
Why am I acting like this...
"My mood? I don't know...? Sorry, my english isn't really good. It can be hard for me to express myself."
You roll up your sleeves and shrug.
"Don't worry, I get what you mean. English isn't my mother tongue either. How about I show you everything that we have? Then you take what you want?"
"Sure!"
~~~
Nayeon leans back in the chair. Her eyebrows are raised and her jaw is slacked. She did not expect that many snacks. You sit down on your chair and huff. This presentation surely took the energy out of you. You slip the pamphlet onto her lap, so she can surf through the items.
You cross your legs and wait patiently for an answer.
Her fingers graze the booklet, then she tosses it on the counter.
"So, miss with a dangling rabbit on her bucket hat, did you find anything you fancy yet?"
She smirks and tilts her head.
"What's your name?"
"y/n. You?"
She scoffs lightly, which almost passes as a chuckle. She brings her chair closer to you, almost until your knees are touching.
Leaning forward, she eyes you up and down,
"You know who I am, don't you?"
You shrug and mirror her position.
"I know of you. I don't know you, Im Nayeon."
She gives another good look at you before leaning back.
"You're cute, y/n... You spoke about my mood for tonight. Which snack works best when you wanna learn more about a pretty person sitting in front of you?"
~~~
Nayeon feels sick.
And it's not from the big funnel cake she's shared with you or the raspberry snow cone.
Her stomach is filled with butterflies. Her head is pounding, your gorgeous laugh won't stop echoing. Her skin still burns from your light touches.
and her throat is closing up because her mouth wasn't able to let out the many words she wanted to tell you. Her lips incapable of forming a sentence that could've completed something.
Sealed something? Promised something?
She wonders if you feel the same.
Thinking about and knowing what could've been said instead.
Her hands dig into her purse for a snack as the plane takes off. Her fingers graze upon a boring pack of chips and a small piece of paper. A bill from Carnival Snacks, the Best Snacks.
You were served by our dear y/n.
She sighs and a small smile sets on her face.
What can she say?
You both laughed and smiled in the same language.
And love is language she wished she could've learned more with you by her side.
A/N I don’t know jack shit about baseball or how to write kisses....
1800+ words
TW// badly written injury??
Summit High had good sports teams, with each of them making it pretty far in their respective tournaments, but the baseball team was the best by far. They were also well known, not just because of their skills, but also the charismatic team members. The team was co-ed and average-sized, but there were certain team members who got more playing time than others. Hwang Yeji was arguably the school’s best pitcher by a long shot, but she was also very skilled at batting, which made her a rare double threat. The starting lineup usually consisted of two of Yeji’s closest friends, Shin Yuna and Shin Ryujin. Yuna had stunned the school by getting onto the varsity team in her freshman year. Ryujin was popular for her ability to charm anyone, and her ability to hit almost any type of pitch. Yeji, Ryujin, and Yuna only became friends because of the team, and they each have their own appreciation for the sport.
Part of their roaring popularity was thanks to the school’s newspaper. There were many great articles written about them, the majority of which were written by Choi Jisu. Since she transferred to Summit High from a school in Canada, everyone called her Lia. She was in charge of the school newspaper. Lia didn’t like sports, but she would happily sit through a game she didn’t understand and considered boring just to watch Yeji doing something she loved. Yeji caught her eye the first game she played at the school. She blew everyone away with her pitching speed and professional technique, but that’s not what caught Lia’s eye. No matter how good Yeji was at baseball, she never acted like she was better than others because of it. She had always respected everyone, and when Lia made eye contact with her in the hallways, Yeji gave her a shy, little eye smile. When Lia went to the celebratory dinner with the team to interview them, Yeji always made sure Lia ate with them and felt comfortable. Not to mention that every time Lia had interviewed the team, the baseball player made sure the other team members got just as much credit as she did. It was safe to say Lia had a small (or maybe not so small) crush on the slightly older girl.
The game that would qualify the school’s baseball team for a national championship was about to start, and the crowd was waiting anxiously, Lia included. The teams walked on the field and the game began quickly. They were giving a new member of the team, a freshman named Jooyeon, a chance to pitch, which Lia didn’t really understand. Yeji was left to play first base. The game went well until the 5th inning. The opposing team was at-bat, there was one out and someone was on first base. Lia was sitting in the home team’s dugout, hoping to get a closer look (at Yeji).
The batter hit the ball and it soared towards center field, where Yuna was waiting. It came down fairly close to second base, so she was able to catch it and throw it there in time to get the runner out. The second baseman, a Junior named Chaeyoung, then tossed it towards first base, and Yeji caught it. She was running to first base, and so was the batter. The first baseman increased her pace, but the girl from the other team tried to slide into first base. Lia didn’t know what had happened until she heard a loud cry of pain. She recognized the voice and immediately shot to her feet. Yeji had gotten hurt.
Lia quickly stood from her previously seated position and looked towards first base where Yeji was seated. No one was around her, and everyone was frozen in shock. Of course players got hurt during games, but no one had ever expected the pain to be so intense that the Hwang Yeji would be crying out in pain. Lia’s feet moved faster than her mind, and she went charging onto the field towards the silver-haired girl. When she got there, she bent down to Yeji’s level.
Yeji was clutching her left ankle, and Lia quickly noticed. The shorter girl put a hand on the injured girl’s shoulder, causing her to look up at Lia who was slightly out of breath from running out onto the field. Lia helped her up and almost crumpled under the weight Yeji was putting on her. By now, the coach had come to check up on Yeji, and he offered to take her. Lia wouldn’t let anyone touch Yeji. For some reason, she felt like she needed to protect Yeji and make sure she would get the medical attention she so clearly needed.
“Where should I take her,” Lia asked with a slightly panicked tone in her voice, and a slight pink dusted over her cheeks. The coach looked down at the short girl with a knowing look on his face and pointed to the door behind the dugouts.
“You can go through that door, just take her to the nurse’s office.” Lia wasted no time in starting to walk Yeji in the direction that the coach pointed to. Lia was rushing to get there but didn’t notice how quickly she was going until Yeji said something.
“I think I can make it the rest of the way by myself. Thanks for the help,” Yeji said, looking at the ground. There was a blush on her cheeks from being so close to Lia. Lia looked at her with widened eyes.
“Are you serious? Absolutely not.” Lia practically scoffed out in disbelief as she began gently dragging Yeji towards the nurse’s office. They were both blushing madly, and Lia’s eyebrows were furrowed in thought. Yeji’s eyes didn’t leave the floor until they reached their destination.
Lia pushed open the door, only to find it completely empty. She practically forced Yeji to sit down in a chair while she kneeled on the floor in front of her. She gently untied Yeji’s worn cleats and took them off before untucking Yeji’s pants from her once white baseball socks that were now smeared with dirt. As Lia struggled to take off Yeji’s baseball sock, Yeji let out a soft whimper. Lia looked up at the girl whose eyes were now shut and her eyebrows furrowed. Lia frowned slightly before reminding herself to be gentle.
As she examined Yeji’s now swollen and purple ankle, Yeji looked down at the girl with a soft glance. Her mind was racing, but yet empty all at once in a weird way that she had never experienced before. Lia wordlessly stood up and began sifting through the many drawers. Yeji was quickly pulled from her thoughts as Lia returned with an ice pack she had managed to find in a tattered old mini-fridge in the corner of the room.
“It looks like it’s sprained pretty badly,” Lia murmured under her breath. She was so quiet Yeji almost missed it as she was too focused admiring how cute the girl in front of her looked with her eyebrows furrowed in concentration. Lia looked up at Yeji before speaking in a gentle voice, “Let me know if I’m hurting you okay?” Yeji nodded with flushed cheeks and a small smile before Lia proceeded to gently set the ice pack on Yeji’s now ironically baseball sized sprained ankle. Yeji cringed at the coldness of it, and Lia, noticing, quickly and instinctively reached for her hand. Yeji cleared her throat causing Lia to look up at her questioningly.
“Thanks, you know you didn’t have to do this right?” Yeji looks into Lia’s eyes and they make eye contact. Yeji notices something different in the shorter girl’s eyes, something that made her hopeful. Lia opened her mouth, looking for the right words before closing it and shaking her head. She looked down, breaking their eye contact. Yeji pouted slightly before Lia looked back up at her.
“Why do you have to be so pretty?” Lia asked slightly frustrated. Yeji’s eyes widened and Lia continued to speak. “Of course I’d help you, I mean..” She trailed off slightly before taking a deep breath and finding the confidence to do what she was about to do.
“I like you…. Like LIKE like you…” Lia almost whispers, the confession coming out as mostly air. Lia slightly fidgets with the ice pack. When Lia looked up at Yeji, she was looking down at her with a wide smile. Yeji squeezed Lia’s hand, encouraging Lia to continue.
“I know we’re just friends, and we don’t even hang out that much, but I wanna be.. With you.” Lia trailed off at the end once again. Yeji carefully unlaced her hand from Lia, causing the kneeling girl to look up, worry evident in her face. Yeji was smiling broadly at the girl, and she placed her hand on the brunette’s cheek. Yeji was blushing immensely by now, and all the worry fell from Lia’s face.
“I wanna be with you too Lia.” Yeji’s face was bright red as she confessed her feelings to Lia. In another sudden burst of confidence, Lia leaned forwards quickly, capturing the star baseball players lips in a kiss, and in the process letting the ice pack fall to the floor. Yeji was surprised, but soon melted into it, returning the other girl’s affections. Lia moved her hands to Yeji’s shoulders, before she stood up, breaking the kiss.
Lia smiled down at the girl before bending down to retrieve the ice pack and handed it to Yeji. Their fingers brushed as Lia passed it off. Yeji stood up, careful not to put too much pressure on her injured ankle, and Lia grabbed onto her to steady her.
“Let’s go,” Yeji said, “You still have to watch the game to write about it.” Lia chuckled and rolled her eyes as the two girls set off towards the field again.
“It won’t be interesting now that you're not playing anymore,” Lia teased, pressing a kiss to Yeji’s cheek. Lia and Yeji returned to the team’s dugout smiles painting their faces. Seeing that the two girls had returned, Yeji’s teammates patted her on the back as Lia led her to the bench to sit. Yeji’s coach flashed the two a knowing smile before thanking Lia. She bowed slightly before heading to leave the dugout, but Yeji grabbed her wrist and pulled her to sit down.
“Stay.” She whispered. Lia nodded with a smile before turning towards the game again. Yeji however, kept looking at Lia, admiring the girl’s features. She carefully put a hand under her chin, turning the girl’s head to face her. Lia looked at her with a confused face, taking in the playful glint in Yeji’s eyes. Yeji pulled the girl in for another kiss, and they smiled slightly into it as Yeji’s teammates cheered at the sight.
A/N two in one day!!! finally got around to posting part 2 and putting them both on tumblr... enjoy?
It was a miracle that I fell asleep during the car ride. The girls were being so loud, I half expected the passengers of other cars could hear them. Somehow I had ended up asleep with my head bent forward, a position that was made uncomfortable by the seat belt. Half-asleep, I was able to recognize some snickering and the sound of people taking pictures.
“Do you think they’re as uncomfortable as they look?” I heard a voice from behind me ask. As more camera shutters went off, the girls all agreed at the same time, mumbling different versions of a positive answer. I heard someone scold the girls and tell them to leave me alone as I slept.
“This kid,” the same voice who had stopped the girls from pestering me began, “is going to have some major neck and back pain.” Laughter sounded around the car. Tzuyu had an idea, but hesitated. She tried to get Mina’s attention as quietly as she could, as to try and not wake me. Little did she know, all the commotion had woken me up. I remained in the uncomfortable position, too tired to move and tried to fall back asleep.
“Mina, let them rest their head on your shoulder.” Tzuyu whispered to the blonde girl who had looked up from her Nintendo Switch when the girls started taking pictures. Gaming device in hand, Mina glanced in my direction and quickly returned the Switch to her bag. Tzuyu leaned me back gently, so that I was sitting upright. Dahyun, who was sitting behind me, overheard the conversation and reached forwards to gently move my head onto Mina’s shoulder. Seeing this, Tzuyu looked back at the two girls in the last row, only to see them already back in their own little world.
I woke up not long after that, to the girls shaking me and yelling. I almost fell out of my seat, but my seatbelt was still fastened. The girls laughed harder seeing this. While figuring out where I was and what was going on, I heard Jeongyeon and Nayeon bickering.
“Nayeon, stop hitting me!” Jeongyeon said. In response, Nayeon laughed at her before calming down enough to actually respond. “I can’t, it’s too funny!” She choked out before laughing again. I looked out the window and realized we were stopped. Were we already there? I turned to Mina, who was grinning widely at the cackling Nayeon and the sulking Jeongyeon. I tapped her shoulder and she turned to look at me.
“Minari, how long have I been asleep?” I asked sheepishly, scratching the back of my neck. She lifted herself slightly from her seat to peek over the girl in front of her to see the time on the dashboard, before sitting back down. “Not too long, we’re just taking a gas station stop.” She responded. I heard Dahyun yell from the back row, “Yeah, because someone ate all the snacks!” At this, Momo’s head snapped around and they began bickering. I heard Tzuyu stifle a laugh, and turned to look at her, with a smile on my face.
Just before pulling into the nearly empty gas station lot, Jeongyeon convinced Nayeon to stop hitting her, with much help from Jihyo after the ostrich pointed out how unsafe it was for Nayeon to be hitting her while she was driving. The girls were fighting their way out of the van, desperate to stretch their legs. After I watched the girls stampede into the poor, unsuspecting gas station, I turned my attention to Jeongyeon, who was currently occupied with the gas pump. I quickly shuffled around in my bag, before pulling my wallet out and offering my credit card to Jeongyeon.
“No, that’s ok. I’ll handle it.” She said, shaking her head and waving her hands in front of her, dismissing my offer to pay. I shrugged and returned my card and wallet to my bag. “Are you not going in to get anything?” She asked while she inserted the nozzle into the gas tank. “No, I’m alright. I’ll just steal some of Chaeyoung’s food.” She chuckled at my response. We stood in comfortable silence, leaning against the car while waiting for the gas to finish pumping. I slowly zoned out, taking in the unfamiliar view in front of me.
The girls flooded out of the gas station doors just as the vehicle was fully fueled. Jeongyeon couldn’t help but sigh as she watched the girls skip towards us, singing a song I didn’t recognize. When they reached the car, Momo grabbed Jeongyeon’s hands and began to sway with her. The girls were all dancing around, and eventually Jeongyeon gave in and began to mess around with them. I hid a smile behind my hand, before Jihyo grabbed my hands and I joined in.
After we had all loaded back into the rented car, the girls began to hand out various snacks and drinks. Jihyo reminded them of the time and told them not to eat too much, because we were going to stop for lunch in an hour or two. They all agreed, and Nayeon resumed her music. While the girls were all singing boisterously, I turned to my left to see Mina with her headphones in, looking out the window at the various fields we passed. She looked so peaceful, despite the chaos surrounding her. I smiled softly and turned to my right to see Tzuyu slightly bobbing her head to the music that MC Nayeon had put on. I nudged her with my elbow, and she turned to face me. Her eyebrows were knit in confusion, and I began to copy her movements. She laughed at me before returning to her previous actions.
A/N This was taken from my Wattpad, so the spacing and format might be weird... sorry :/
No one told me going on a weekend trip with the nine girls I had come to know over the last couple of years would be so… hectic. A warning would’ve been nice. Even if I had known before, no one can say no when Minatozaki Sana and Im Nayeon basically cling to your arms and beg you to go with them for days.
“Please Y/N,” Sana whined looking up at me with big eyes and a pout. Next to her, Nayeon continued, “It’ll be fun I promise.” This conversation always ended with me saying no, but on the eighth day I crumbled.
“Fine,” I muttered in annoyance, quickening my pace to try and lose the two girls behind me. Their faces brightened as they turned to look at each other, before jogging to catch up to me. They stopped in front of me, causing me to stop as well. They were practically bouncing in excitement as they high-fived frantically. Sana squealed and turned back to me. “Finally you said yes! Took you long enough! I’ll text you the rest of the details.” I groaned once again and threw my head back, already regretting my agreement. Sana turned back and realized that Nayeon had started walking away without her.
“Hey! Wait for me,” she turned back to me, only to say, “You won’t regret this Y/N! I promise!” She waved and flashed a smile before running to catch up with the Korean girl. Sana and her dumb smile were making it very difficult to stay mad at the pair.
A week and a half later, a van pulled up to my house as I walked out to greet the girls who were already picked up. Jeongyeon was driving, and Nayeon was in the passenger seat. The driver side window rolled down and Jeongyeon gave me a small wave and a tired smile. Nayeon, however, looked the most awake I think I’ve ever seen anyone as she waved sporadically at me and grinned, revealing her bunny teeth. I rolled my eyes and threw my large backpack that was almost bursting at the seams over my shoulder and entered the foreign vehicle.
I wasn’t really sure who rented it, but my best guess was either the driver, Jeongyeon, or Jihyo, who was known to be the most responsible of the group. The rented vehicle had just enough seats for all of us to fit, and it had the smell that all rented vehicles have. I inhaled deeply, taking a second to take it all in and accept my fate.
I was brought out of my self pity party by someone letting out an almost silent gasp from the last row of seats. I opened my eyes, bringing myself back to the situation I had put myself in. I looked up to see Chaeyoung grinning excitedly at me. To her left, she had a passed out Dahyun on her shoulder. I quickly began moving to a seat in the back. Since the back row only had two seats, which were currently occupied by Chaeyoung and her sleeping companion, I sat myself in the seat directly in front of her before turning to face her.
Jeongyeon glanced through the rear view mirror, making sure everyone was buckled before beginning to drive to the next girl’s house, all the while Nayeon was excitedly chattering in her ear. After greeting Chaeyoung and taking a picture of the sleeping Dahyun, I turned just in time to see Jeongyeon’s soft, sweet smile through the rearview mirror.
The next girl who was picked up was Tzuyu. She looked stoic as she walked towards the vehicle but couldn’t contain her smile when she entered the vehicle. She sat in the middle seat next to me, but she looked uncomfortable. I quickly realized that, despite the seats being in the same row, there was more foot room in the seat that I was in. By now, Nayeon had ran out of things to talk about, and had turned on the radio. The car was completely silent except for a pop song Nayeon had put on low volume.
Tzuyu was zoned out and staring through the windshield at the road ahead. I tried tapping her, but she didn’t notice. She must be really deep in thought, because her eyebrows are furrowed. I leaned my head on her shoulder, causing her to stiffen up at the contact, before looking at me and relaxing. I looked up at her and began to speak in a quiet voice.
“Tzuyu, I think there’s more room over here.” I began and she looked at the seats in front of her, and the space that I had compared to what she had. “Do you want to switch spots, so that you’ll have more room?” I asked with my head tilted slightly. She looked up at me and smiled, nodding her head. I unbuckled and slid to her seat as she stood. It was an awkward position, and Tzuyu had her eyes turned to the ground with a shy smile on her face. We both got situated before buckling up again.
“Thanks, Y/N,” she said quietly, smiling at me. I smiled back and nodded. Tzuyu tried to stifle a yawn, but was unable to. I looked over at her, and we made eye contact. I patted my shoulder slightly, and when she didn’t understand what I meant, I gently guided her head to rest on my shoulder. These girls work really hard, and I’d do anything to help them. The least I could do is help Tzuyu get a little more sleep. She looked up at me slightly with her eyes closed, and a sleepy smile on her face. I couldn’t help but let a small smile grace my lips.
Mina was picked up next. When she entered the van, she stopped suddenly and looked at Tzuyu and I. I quirked an eyebrow at her, and she let out a little laugh before making her way towards the seat next to me. After she sat, she greeted me.
“Hey, Y/N. Looks like you already have your hands full.” She says with a little chuckle, glancing at the sleeping girl on my shoulder. I smiled at Mina. “It’s nothing I can’t handle, besides,” I lift the arm that Tzuyu wasn’t resting on. “I have two arms anyways.” She cracks another smile at me and shakes her head.
“I mean it’s the least I can do for her. You all work so hard and so much, and it hurts to see you guys all worn out.” I admit with a sad smile, my gaze finding the carpet of the large van. Mina turns to look at me again. Her gaze softens at my expression and she sighs, shaking her head.
“Ah Y/N, you’re too good for this world,” Mina mumbles, turning her head to look out the window at the city passing by. By now, the only ones we had left to pick up were the loudest ones. We pulled up to the next house and Momo ran towards the car. Mina tries her hardest to stifle her laughter when Momo almost trips going down the steps. The door opens loudly as an energetic Momo enters the van with an exclamation.
“I brought snacks!” Chaeyoung, Nayeon, and Jeongyeon cheered. I felt Tzuyu stirr a bit, and shortly after, she opened her eyes. After her eyes adjusted to the light and she realized where she was and what was happening, she greeted Momo.
“Hey Momo.” She says while rubbing her eyes. She lifted her head from my shoulder and looked at me with a blush dusting her cheeks. She mumbled a ‘thank you’ before I heard Dahyun waking up.
“Guys, Dahyun’s waking up!” Chaeyoung said, and I turned my head to try to see the girl who had been fast asleep on her friend’s shoulder since I entered the vehicle. I caught a glimpse of her rubbing her eyes and looking around with squinted eyes.
“What’s going on?” Dahyun mumbled, still half asleep. Momo turned around completely in her seat, to look over at Dahyun.
“The best road trip ever is happening! Wake up!” Momo exclaimed excitedly. I saw Mina smile out of the corner of my eye. Suddenly, the door slammed open once again, and a loud, familiar voice rang out throughout the vehicle.
“Hey! Hirai Momo you better buckle up!,” Jihyo exclaimed as she stepped into the van. Behind her, the distinct laugh of Sana could be heard. She stumbled in the van with a bright smile on her face. Momo mumbled a habitual apology as Jihyo began to laugh with Sana.
Jeongyeon put the car in drive, and Nayeon turned the music up. She turned to look at the rest of us with a mischievous grin on her face. In her hand was a bluetooth microphone. Seeing this, everyone cheered. Maybe this actually would be more fun than I thought, the car ride at least. Only six more hours to go.
After the New Battle of Endor, legend has it that a new Force dyad was formed. And that one of them was a Jedi, one of them was a Sith.
Legend continues that the Sith never fully embraced the Light; and that the Jedi, despite learning from the Sith, never fully embraced the Dark either.
Instead, they worked together as one, helping establish a New Republic to bring peace— and order across the Galaxy.
Includes: incorrect Star Wars content. Anger issues. Inconsistent plot. Some curse words, violence, blood, grammar mistakes, spelling mistakes, mobile formatting etc
Word count: 3000+
A/N: started writing this at 4am and finished after 10am. it is not proofread and I can feel my brain getting fried. Also I’m sorry if it looks incomplete, I tried.
meant to post something for my first fic’s 1 year anniversary… missed it by a week….
ANYWAYS- Happy Birthdaayyyyy :)
ps: thank y’all so much for the support. it makes me so indescribably happy when i see people interact with my work !! hope y’all are having a good week! <3
A/N This was actually an assignment for school that I converted into a fanfiction, and is also the first fanfiction I’ve ever posted. Apolog
A/N I haven’t written in a while, so please excuse me if this is shitty. I also said I would try to write over break, and… let’s just say I did not do that. Started this in September and forgot about it until recently… Anyways Happy New Year!
800+ words
TW// Nope!!
It was a nice day. The spring air was refreshing after being holed up in a classroom for 7 hours, and I let out a groan as I expanded my arms above me in a stretch. I tumbled forward when someone barreled into me and wrapped their arms around my waist. I yelped as I struggled to keep my balance, and I heard a familiar laugh sounding from behind me. I sighed in relief before quickly smoothing my shirt.
“Yuna, you scared the hell out of me.” She chuckled as I turned around to face her. She apologized as I fixed her collar. My eyebrows were slightly furrowed, and she brought her hands up to smooth them out. She shook her head slightly before scolding me.
“You look so cute like that, but you’re gonna get wrinkles.” I stuck my tongue out at her before turning around and walking away from her. I heard the sound of shoes hitting the pavement before I felt Yuna wrap her arm around my shoulder. I looked up at her and she smiled brightly down at me. She led me down the familiar sidewalk that we have walked hundreds of times before, hands intertwined.
When we arrived at the grassy slope that we frequently visited after school, she plopped herself down and let out a sigh. I stood, looking at her from above. I watched her close her eyes in contentment, and I felt a smile creep onto my face. After tossing my backpack to where hers ended up and joining her on the healthy, green grass, she immediately pulled me into an embrace, resting her head against my shoulder. After sitting together for a while, the silence got to her, and she opened her phone to play some music.
I watched her hit shuffle a couple times, and then gasp in surprise when a song she liked came on. I chuckled at her as she stood up and began to dance. Yuna had always been a good dancer, but she didn’t like to be serious too often. When messing around, her dancing often just looked like limbs flying out in dangerous ways. Yuna stumbled and I burst out laughing at the embarrassed look on her face.
“T-that was part of it,” she muttered before trying to sit down. I protested and instead stood up with her as a new song started playing. It was a slower one that I recommended to her. I pulled her into my arms and brought my hand up to the back of her head to lean it closer to mine. When our foreheads met, we both closed our eyes. She swayed us slightly back and forth, and I felt heat spread to my cheeks.
She eventually disconnected our foreheads, and she smiled down at me. While looking into my eyes, hers lit up and she immediately pulled away. I stood there confused for a second, watching her dig through her previously abandoned backpack. I walked up behind her crouched figure, and peered over her shoulder. Before I could ask what she was doing, she quickly stood up and faced me again, her hands interlaced behind her back.
“Whatcha you got there Yuna?” I asked teasingly, grinning back at the raven haired girl. She brought her hands from behind her back and slowly opened her closed fists to reveal two matching origami heart rings. I stared at them in awe, and Yuna took my silence as a bad thing. She cleared her throat before she broke the silence.
“It’s stupid I know-” I cut her off before looking up at her flushed face. “It’s not stupid Yuna, I love it.” I grinned at her and she turned her head to avoid eye contact. I giggled and gently took both of the rings from her hand. I took one of her hands and slid one of the rings on her ring finger. I held out the other ring in my palm, and she gingerly grabbed it before sliding it on my finger.
She intertwined our hands and looked down at them. When she looked back up, beaming, I cupped her cheeks in my hands and pulled her in for a kiss. It was a sweet, love-filled, kiss, but we didn’t have the time to enjoy it before Yuna’s phone started ringing. She pulled away with a whine before checking the caller ID. After a short conversation with whoever was on the other line, she hung up and took my hand in hers again.
“It was Ryujin, mom wants me back in time for dinner. Walk me home?” She asked with a big grin. I pulled my hand out of her grip before grabbing both of our backpacks and slinging them over a shoulder each. She whined at the loss of contact before I pulled her arm to link it with mine. “I’d love to.” I responded, glancing at her with pink cheeks.
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