intro: hi (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶) I'm ky and hehe I decided to become more active and share my kpop brainrot thoughts with you ♡ I'm in grad school so this is something I do when I have free time-- sorry in advance if I'm not consistent lmao (ᵕ•_•)
groups: solely ggs lmao I love all women but i mainly listen to dreamcatcher, twice, aespa, itzy, NMIXX, ARTMS, le sserafim, f5ve, new jeans, bp, ive, gfriend, baby monster etc (i just listed all the groups from my playlist lolz)
My dm's/asks are always open! I'd love to be friends and mutuals with you!
maybe giselle using added f member reader whenever she’s horny , f reader is a bit dumb so giselle kind of makes her think it’s right and she’s helping giselle (“don’t you wanna be a good girl and make me feel good”) and reader is literally trained to be like her puppy but giselle always rejects her and tells her it’s just a friend thing , one day a member of staff starts talking it up with reader which causes gigi to get jealous
눈치 (nunchi) — shinchan’s blind box
✪ giselle x fem!reader edition
before unboxing (언박싱): smut + angst, angst at the end, emotional hurt, no happy ending, toxic friends with benefits relationship, jealousy, possessive behavior, emotional manipulation, power imbalance, self-worth issues lwk, detailed explicit sex scenes including oral sex and fingering, giselle is mean af
notes from the ceo— trying a new layout, bare with me.. i hope you enjoy this fic! finally getting in the swing of writing again ㅠ
you're supposed to be sleeping.
that's what the schedule taped to the dorm fridge says, anyway. lights out at eleven, wake up at five thirty for hair and makeup before the morning show appearance. but it's one forty three in the morning and your phone is buzzing against the nightstand, screen lighting up with aeri's name, and you already know what this means.
come here
two words. no question mark, because it's not really a question.
you stare at the ceiling of your dark bedroom, counting the glow in the dark stars that the previous trainee stuck up there years ago. some of them are peeling at the edges. you wonder if you should feel something more than this hollow anticipation, this pavlovian response that's already making your stomach flip and your thighs press together.
the phone buzzes again.
don't make me wait
you're up before you can talk yourself out of it, padding across the cold hardwood in your sleep shorts and oversized t-shirt, bare feet silent against the floor. the dorm is quiet except for the hum of the refrigerator and someone's muffled footsteps which probably belong to minjeong, who liked to wander at night over to jimin unnie’s room.
aeri's door is cracked open. of course it is. she knew you'd come.
"took you long enough," she says when you slip inside, and there's that smile, the one that's more of a smirk and makes you forget why this might be a catastrophically bad idea. she's sprawled across her bed in nothing but an oversized hoodie and underwear, legs crossed at the ankle, looking like some sort of renaissance painting titled devastation or the fall of common sense.
"i was asleep," you lie, closing the door with a soft click.
"mmm, liar." aeri uncrosses her legs slowly, deliberately. "you were staring at your phone trying to convince yourself not to come. but here you are."
she's not wrong. she's never wrong, not about this, not about the way she's managed to burrow under your skin like a splinter you can't quite reach.
"yah, don't just stand there." she pats the space beside her. "come here."
you cross the small room, hyper-aware of how your heart is already racing, how your skin feels too tight. the mattress dips under your weight as you sit, careful to leave space between you— space she immediately closes by swinging a leg over your lap, straddling you with the casual confidence of someone who knows exactly what she wants and exactly how to get it.
"hi," she breathes, and her hands find your shoulders, thumbs pressing into the tension there. "missed me?"
"i saw you like three hours ago."
"not what i asked."
her face is so close you can spot the scar under her eye that she covers with concealer on the daily, see the way her pupils are already blown wide. she smells like expensive vanilla hand cream and something uniquely her, something that makes your brain go static and stupid.
"you're needy tonight," you murmur, fingers finding her waist automatically, slipping under the hem of her hoodie to find bare skin. warm. soft.
"and you're chatty." aeri rolls her hips once, slow and deliberate, and your breath catches. "i don't need conversation, aegiya. i need your mouth."
there it is. that switch that flips, that makes everything else fall away— the exhaustion, the schedule tomorrow, the tiny voice in the back of your head that sounds suspiciously like your own common sense, screaming that this is going to hurt eventually.
"you’re really demanding, unnie.." you say, but your hands are already sliding up her sides, thumbs brushing the underside of her ribs.
"you like it." she's not wrong. "don't you wanna be good for me? don't you wanna make me feel good?"
and fuck, there they are. those magic words. the ones that make you nod like the trained puppy you've become, eager and pathetic and so far gone it's almost funny.
"that's what i thought." aeri's smile is sharp as she cups your face, tilts your chin up. "you've gotten so good at this, you know. like you were made for it, made to please me."
your stomach does something complicated, something that might be pride or shame or arousal all twisted together until you can't tell them apart. she's kissing you before you can analyze it further, tongue sliding against yours with practiced ease, and your hands are already pulling her closer, feeling the way she melts and sharpens at the same time.
aeri kisses like she's trying to consume you, all tongue and teeth and barely restrained desperation. she bites your bottom lip hard enough to sting, soothes it with her tongue, then does it again because she knows it makes you whimper.
"mm," she pulls back just enough to breathe, pupils blown wide, lips already swollen. "lay down. now."
you barely have time to process before she's climbing off your lap and pulling you up, pushing you toward the headboard with surprising strength for someone her size. you go willingly, because of course you do, settling against the pillows as she hooks her fingers into her underwear and slides them down her legs with agonizing slowness.
"see how wet i am already? it's a good thing, pabo." she asks, and it's not really a question. she climbs back onto the bed, spreads her legs so you can see, and christ, she is. glistening and flushed and perfect. "been thinking about your tongue all day. during practice, during that meeting, during dinner— just thinking about how good you are, how well i've trained you."
the words should probably bother you. later, when you're alone in your own bed, they will. but right now they just make you clench around nothing, make you lean forward eagerly as she positions herself over your face.
"you remember what i taught you?" aeri's looking down at you, fingers threading through your hair. "start slow, don't rush, and let me cum when i want."
"yes," you breathe, and then she's lowering herself onto your mouth and you're gone.
you do remember what she taught you. how could you forget? every lesson is burned into your memory— the way she likes it when you flatten your tongue and lick broad stripes first, warming her up, making her squirm. the way she gasps when you finally, finally let your tongue circle her clit, light, teasing.
"mmhmm, just like that," aeri's voice is already breathy, thighs tensing on either side of your head. "good girl. my good fucking girl..."
you hum against her and she jerks, fingers tightening in your hair almost painfully. you've learned this too—that she likes a little pain with her pleasure, likes to be in control but also likes when you surprise her, when you push back just enough.
so you suck her clit into your mouth, hard, and she makes this sound, halfway between a gasp and a moan, that goes straight to your core.
"yah, i said slow," but there's no real reprimand in her voice, just pleasure, just need. her hips are already moving, grinding against your face, and you let her use you like this, let her take what she needs while you work your tongue against her in the patterns she's drilled into you over weeks and weeks of nights just like this.
you've become an expert at reading her body. the way her thighs start to shake means you're doing it right. the way her breathing gets shallow and rapid means she's close. the way she pulls your hair means harder, faster, more.
"inside," she pants now, and you obey immediately, sliding your tongue into her while your nose presses against her clit, giving her the friction she's seeking. she tastes like salt and something sweeter, something you've developed an almost addiction to, something that makes you press your own thighs together seeking relief you know you won't get.
this isn't about you. it's never about you.
aeri rides your face with increasing desperation, using your mouth like her personal toy, and you let her, holding her hips to keep her steady, tongue working inside her while she grinds down. you can barely breathe but it doesn't matter— this matters, making her feel good matters, being what she needs matters.
"fingers," she demands, and you slide two into her without missing a beat, crooking them just the way she taught you, finding that spot that makes her whole body go taut. your mouth finds her clit again, sucking and licking while you pump your fingers, matching the rhythm to her movements.
"fuck, fuck, right there—" aeri's voice is high and breathy now, control slipping, and this is your favorite part. when she stops being the cool, collected dancer and becomes this— desperate and needy and falling apart above you. "don't stop, don't you dare fucking stop—"
you don't. you keep the exact same pace, the exact same pressure, tongue working her clit while your fingers curl inside her, and you feel it when she tips over, the way her whole body goes rigid, thighs clamping around your head, the gush of wetness against your fingers as she comes with a broken moan that she barely manages to muffle.
you work her through it, gentler now, letting her ride out the aftershocks until she's pushing weakly at your head, oversensitive and spent.
"holy shit," she pants in clear, breathy english, climbing off your face and collapsing beside you on the bed. her chest is heaving, skin flushed, hair a mess. she looks beautiful. she always looks beautiful, but especially like this— undone in ways the cameras never see.
you wipe your mouth with the back of your hand, trying to ignore the aching between your own legs, the way your whole body is thrumming with unspent tension.
"good?" you ask, even though you know the answer.
"so good, aegi." aeri turns her head to look at you, eyes soft in a way that makes your chest hurt. "you're getting too good at this… gonna ruin me for everyone else."
your heart does something stupid and hopeful, and you hate yourself for it.
"hey, don't look at me like that," she says, but there's amusement in her voice. she reaches out, thumb brushing your bottom lip. "you know what this is, right? we're friends. good friends. friends who help each other out."
"right," you say, and your voice sounds normal even though something inside you is cracking. "friends."
"exactly." aeri sits up, stretching languidly, and you try not to stare at the way her hoodie rides up, exposing the smooth expanse of her stomach. "you're such a good friend, the best bandmate, baby."
she says it like a compliment. you hear it like a dismissal.
"you should get back to your room," aeri continues, glancing at her phone. "it's almost two-thirty. you need sleep."
and just like that, you're being dismissed. used and discarded until the next time she's horny and texts you those two words. come here.
you should say no. you should tell her that friends don't do this, that she's fucking with your head, that you can't keep pretending this doesn't mean more to you than it does to her.
instead, you stand up, smooth down your shirt, and head for the door.
"hey," aeri calls when your hand is on the doorknob. you turn back, stupid hope fluttering in your chest again.
she's smiling at you, soft and genuine and completely unaware of the devastation she's causing. "thanks. you're really... you're really good to me."
"yeah," you say quietly. "anytime."
and you mean it. that's the worst part. you mean it.
the hallway is dark and cold and you pad back to your room like a ghost, slipping under your covers and staring at those peeling glow in the dark stars. your lips still taste like her. your heart still feels like it's being squeezed in a vice.
in the morning, aeri will smile at you over breakfast like nothing happened. she'll steal food off your plate and complain about being tired and be completely, casually normal. and you'll smile back and pretend you're normal too, pretend you don't feel like you're slowly being hollowed out from the inside.
but tonight, you're allowed this. the ache. the wanting. the quiet devastation of being someone's good girl and nothing more.
you close your eyes and try to sleep, knowing that the next time your phone buzzes with those two words, you'll go running.
you always do.
…
uchinaga aeri doesn't get jealous.
that's what she tells herself as she watches you from across the practice room, sprawled against the mirrored wall with a water bottle pressed to her flushed neck. she doesn't get jealous because that would imply she has something to be jealous about, and this thing with you— it's not like that. it's casual… convenient… just two friends helping each other out.
except you're laughing.
really laughing, the kind that throws your head back and crinkles your eyes, the kind that makes your whole face light up like someone plugged you into an electrical socket. and it's not because of something aeri said. it's because of her— the new choreographer, kim fucking soyeon, with her perfectly sculpted dancer's body and her effortless charisma and the way she's standing just a little too close to you right now.
"unnie, you good?" minjeong asks, plopping down beside her. "you look like you're plotting murder."
"i'm fine," aeri says through her teeth, taking a long drink of water that does nothing to cool the heat rising in her chest.
practice ended fifteen minutes ago. fifteen minutes that aeri has spent watching you hang back, watching you and soyeon chat by the sound system, watching the choreographer's hand touch your arm as she demonstrates something, watching you mirror the movement with that eager attentiveness you usually reserve for…for what? for her? when she's teaching you how to make her cum?
aeri's jaw clenches so hard it hurts.
"you're totally not fine," minjeong observes, following her gaze. "oh. oh."
"don't."
"i'm just saying—"
"minjeong-ah, i will literally kill you."
minjeong holds up her hands in surrender, but there's a knowing look in her eyes that makes aeri want to scream. because minjeong knows. maybe they all know, even if no one talks about it—the nights when you slip into aeri's room and don't come out until dawn, the way aeri watches you sometimes with something that looks uncomfortably like hunger.
soyeon says something that makes you laugh again, and this time you actually reach out and touch her shoulder, steady yourself against her, and aeri sees red.
"i'm gonna—" aeri stands abruptly, grabbing her bag.
"don't do anything stupid," minjeong calls after her, but aeri's already halfway to the door, to the dorms, to anywhere that isn't here watching you be genuinely, effortlessly happy with someone who isn't her.
the dorm is empty when aeri gets back. the others are still at the company building—yizhuo had a recording session, minjeong was reviewing footage with the video team. which means when you finally walk through the door forty-five minutes later, still smiling at your phone, probably texting that fucking choreographer, there's no buffer. no witnesses.
just aeri, sitting in the dark living room like some sort of villain from a drama, waiting.
"jesus christ," you gasp when you see her, hand flying to your chest. "you scared the shit out of me. why are you sitting in the dark like a serial killer?"
"who were you texting?" aeri asks, voice flat.
"what?" you're still backlit by the hallway, face half in shadow, and aeri can't read your expression.
"your phone. who were you texting?"
there's a pause. you step fully into the living room, and aeri watches your smile fade into confusion. "soyeon-nim was just sending me some youtube links. videos of other choreographers she thinks i'd like. why?"
soyeon-nim. so formal. so respectful. so fucking cozy.
"you stayed back pretty late," aeri says, and she knows she sounds insane, knows she's being irrational, but something ugly and possessive is clawing up her throat and she can't stop it. "must have been some conversation."
"aeri, what—" you're looking at her like she's grown a second head, and that just makes it worse. "are you... are you mad at me right now?"
"should i be?" aeri stands, crosses her arms. "you tell me."
"i literally have no idea what's happening right now." you set your bag down slowly, carefully, like you're approaching a wild animal. "we finished practice, soyeon-nim asked if i wanted to look at some of the reference material for next week's choreography, and we talked. that's it. that's literally it."
"you seemed really comfortable with her."
"she's our choreographer. i'm supposed to be comfortable with her."
"you don't touch me like that."
the words are out before aeri can stop them, and the silence that follows is deafening.
your expression shifts then—confusion melting into something harder, something that glints like a knife's edge. "i don't touch you like that," you repeat slowly, "because you've made it very clear what i'm allowed to touch you for. or did you forget?"
"that's not—"
"no, please, explain it to me." you're advancing now, and there's an anger in your voice aeri's never heard before, sharp and cutting and aimed directly at her. "explain how i'm supposed to act. because apparently, i can have my face between your legs three times a week, but god forbid i laugh with someone else. god forbid i have a normal fucking conversation with someone who doesn't treat me like a—" you stop yourself, jaw working.
"like a what?" aeri challenges, something reckless rising in her chest. "say it."
"like a toy!" you explode, and aeri flinches. "like something you can use when you're horny and put away when you're done! and i let you, like a fucking idiot, i let you because i thought—" your voice cracks and you look away, hands curling into fists. "it doesn't matter what i thought."
aeri's heart is pounding. the anger is still there but it's mixing with something else now, something that feels dangerously like panic. "yah, you knew what this was. i told you from the beginning—"
"friends, right?" you laugh, and it's bitter and wrong. "friends who fuck. friends who help each other out. i know the script, aeri. you've made sure i know it. every single time after you cum, you remind me. 'don't get the wrong idea.' 'this doesn't mean anything.' 'we're just friends.'"
"because we are—"
"then why the fuck do you care who i talk to?!" you're yelling now, really yelling, and tears are streaming down your face and aeri feels like the ground is crumbling beneath her feet. "why does it matter if soyeon makes me laugh? if she touches my arm? if i have chemistry with someone else? friends don't get jealous, aeri. friends don't act like they own you while simultaneously making sure you know you mean nothing to them!"
"you mean—" aeri starts, then stops, because the words are stuck in her throat, sharp and terrifying.
"what?" your eyes are blazing, wet with tears but fierce. "i mean what? tell me. for once in your life, be fucking honest with me."
and aeri wants to. god, she wants to. wants to say you mean everything, you're all i think about, i'm terrified of how much i need you. but the words won't come because they're too big, too real, too fucking vulnerable.
"this is exactly what i'm talking about," you say when the silence stretches too long. your voice is quieter now, exhausted. "you want me available, want me desperate for you, want me to come running whenever you text. but the second i might want something more, might expect something more, you shut down. you remind me of my place. which is on my knees or in your bed or nowhere at all."
"that's not fair," aeri whispers.
"nothing about this is fair!" you wipe at your face angrily. "i have spent months being whatever you need me to be. your stress relief. your secret. your well-trained little puppy who performs on command. and i did it— i do it because i'm stupidly, pathetically in love with you. and you know it. you've always known it."
the words hang in the air between you like a grenade with the pin pulled.
aeri's chest is so tight she can barely breathe. "you're... you can't..."
"can't what? can't love you?" you laugh again, sharp and broken. "trust me, i've tried not to. but you make it really fucking hard when you look at me the way you do sometimes. when you hold me after and play with my hair and smile like i'm something precious. and then in the morning, you act like i'm nothing, and i'm supposed to just—what? pretend my heart isn't breaking? pretend i don't die a little every time you dismiss me?"
"i never asked you to fall in love with me," aeri says, and she knows immediately it's the wrong thing, knows it from the way your face crumples and then goes carefully, horribly blank.
"you're right," you say quietly. "you didn't. that's my mistake. just like thinking tonight that maybe, maybe, if i showed interest in someone else, you might realize—" you shake your head. "doesn't matter. i get it now."
"get what?" aeri's voice sounds strange, distant.
"that you don't want me. not really. you want what i can give you. the orgasms, the devotion, the ego boost. but me? the actual person? you don't want that. you've made that very clear."
"that's not true," aeri protests, but it sounds weak even to her own ears.
"then what do you want?" you ask, and you sound so tired, so defeated. "because i can't keep doing this. i can't keep being your dirty little secret that you're ashamed of in the daylight. i can't keep watching you flirt with backup dancers and actors and whoever else while i'm supposed to sit there and smile and be grateful for the scraps of attention you give me behind closed doors."
"i'm not—i don't—" aeri's thoughts are a mess, panic and anger and fear all tangled together. "why does everything have to change? why can't it just stay the way it is?"
"because the way it is, is killing me!" your voice breaks on the last word. "can't you see that? every time you touch me and then push me away, every time you use me and then remind me it doesn't mean anything—it kills me a little more. and tonight, for the first time in months, i had a conversation with someone who made me feel normal. who made me feel like a person and not just a—a service you've subscribed to. and even that, you can't let me have. even that, you have to ruin with your jealousy that you won't even admit to feeling."
aeri feels like she's been slapped. "i'm not jealous."
"you're a liar," you say flatly. "you're a liar and a coward, and i'm done."
the words land like a physical blow. "what do you mean, done?"
"i mean i'm done with this. with us. with whatever the fuck this arrangement is." you're backing toward the hallway now, toward your room. "you don't get to have me anymore, aeri. not like this. not when it's destroying me."
panic claws at aeri's throat. "wait—"
"no," you cut her off, and your voice is firm despite the tears still tracking down your face. "i waited. i waited for you to see me, to want me as more than just someone to fuck. but you don't. and i can't—i won't—keep hoping you'll change your mind. i deserve better than this. than you."
the words hit like bullets, each one finding its mark.
"so that's it?" aeri asks, and she hates how small her voice sounds. "you're just giving up?"
"i'm not giving up," you say quietly. "i'm letting go. there's a difference."
you turn toward the hallway, and aeri's body moves before her brain catches up, hand shooting out to grab your wrist. "don't. please."
you look down at where aeri's fingers are wrapped around your wrist, then back up at her face. "why not? give me one good reason why i should stay."
because i need you. because i'm terrified of losing you. because maybe i'm in love with you too and i'm too fucked up to admit it.
but the words stay locked in aeri's chest, trapped behind years of walls and defense mechanisms and fear of vulnerability.
"that's what i thought," you say when the silence stretches too long. you pull your wrist free gently, carefully. "goodnight, aeri."
aeri stands frozen in the living room as you walk away, watches you disappear into your bedroom, hears the quiet click of your door closing. not a slam. somehow, the gentleness of it is worse.
she stands there for a long time, staring at your closed door, waiting for something. for you to come back out. for the words to finally come. for the courage to knock and tell you everything she's too scared to say.
but she just stands there, paralyzed, as the truth settles over her like a suffocating blanket: she is jealous. she is a coward. and she's just lost the best thing in her life because she was too afraid to admit she wanted it.
from somewhere in the dorm, she hears a muffled sound—maybe a sob, maybe nothing.
aeri slides down the wall until she's sitting on the floor, head in her hands, and for the first time in years, she lets herself cry.
Hi! Could you write a Idol!Sana x Fem!Idol!reader in which the reader is a soft masc female idol who debuted a couple of years before Twice. The reader, who is a year younger than Sana, is a charming introvert and slightly curly short hair and Sana has had a crush on the reader since her Sixteen days. The members of Twice and the members of the other group help her to get closer to the reader to become friends, and then Sana ends up confessing in the reader's house and at the end maybe a little of them making out with an ending suggesting that things are going further because they end up dating? Like fluff but not too cheesy and kind of suggestic at the end. I'm sorry if it's too specific or too long. Thank you anyway! I prefer to remain anonymous, so maybe i would be this emoji ♟️ if you dont mind?? Thank you! :)
|| your love spills right from hello
idol!minatozaki sana x idolfem!reader ; fluff
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synopsis: the language barrier did not stop your introverted self from talking to the japanese trainee. from training together to debuting in the same company, your close friendship with sana blossoms into something more.
tw// content: none!// slight unnie kink; implied sex
a/n: ty for requesting, i hope i covered all that was in the request ♟️ anon! i love prompts like these, teehee, the dynamics are so interesting to write!! no no pr, as always
wc: 3.1k
the dating realm of an idol is anything but the lovely-dovey, romantic one everyone sees in k-dramas. there are no casual dates or public affection, no lingering glances or careless laughter on the way back from a day together. one wrong move can turn into a nationwide scandal; paparazzi were anything but lenient on these things.
and yet, despite it all, idols are still human—they still yearn and fall in love, having a fierce battle between keeping the public eye happy, but also themselves happy.
and that's where sana finds herself, smacked right in the center.
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sana is almost certain that she noticed you because you never seemed to be trying to stand out all flashy. and in an industry where effort is polished until it gleams, that absence of visible attention-seeking felt more striking than anything else she had ever seen.
it had been during the sixteen era, back when everything around her felt unbearably sharp—every evaluation a quiet threat, every glance from the judges something to dissect later in the privacy of her own spiraling thoughts—and yet, in the middle of all that pressure, her attention had slipped, just for a moment, toward the edge of the room where you stood.
you had been practicing in the dancing room, sharing the room alongside some of the sixteen girls, since all of the other ones were booked. you all took turns dancing—one group dances first, the second rests, then the second dances, the first rests, until all of you were too tired to keep going.
most of the girls started to leave for their next training schedule, heavy practice bags swaying as they bid their goodbyes. you noticed another girl in the corner, wiping her sweaty face with her shirt, a notebook in hand, as she mumbles quietly to herself. seeing that it was just you two, you decided to slip out quickly to grab drinks from the vending machine, coming back to still see her in the same place.
walking up to her, you handed her a bottle of energy juice.
"hey, you must be thirsty. i got this from the vending machine outside." she peers up at you from the ground, eyes widening slightly seeing the drink being pushed forward.
"...t-thank you..."
huh. she has a slight accent.
your eyes draw down to her notebook, the edges slightly worn like it's been carried everywhere, catching glimpses of too boxy written korean sentences, grammar patterns repeated over and over, corrections in japanese scribbled in the margins with different pen colors.
ah, she must be one of the japanese trainees. you've seen a few of them around the building before—usually in small groups, sticking close to one another.
you're usually not the type to start conversations—not really, unless you're forced into them—and even now, you can feel that familiar reluctance settling in your chest, that automatic instinct to let the moment pass, to nod politely and move on like you always do.
but something about her, the way her fingers curl tighter around the notebook, eyes casting downward as the conversation dies out, that made you want to continue it.
you mentally flip through the fragments of japanese you remember from your lessons, hoping they'll come together into something that at least resembles a coherent sentence.
"oh...," you start, voice hushed almost in a whisper, the words shifting out into unfamiliar sounds of a foreign language, "you're japanese, right?"
her head lifts almost immediately, a flicker of surprise in her expression until it follows into something softer, almost like relief.
"yes! you can speak japanese?!"
you nod, plopping yourself down in front of her as you bring your hand up, doing the 'little' motion with your fingers.
"i'm still...uh—learning...i apologize if it sounds, uhm, strange?"
for a second she just looks at you, before her lips curve up into a big smile.
and just then, she felt a warm feeling blossoming in her chest, soon realizing that she had started to like you in that moment—with your broken japanese and her equally broken korean—far too quickly, far too deeply over something so small, yet meaningful.
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"just talk to her," nayeon says, for what feels like the hundredth time, her voice carrying that particular loudness and amusement as she watches sana pace back and forth across jihyo's living room flat.
"i do talk to her! we have each other's kakaotalk!" sana insists, though even to her own ears, the defense sounds weak.
jeongyeon snorts from the couch, not even bothering to look up from where she's sprawled out on nayeon, "i don't think 'hi, how are yous' constitute as talking much... especially when the conversation probably ends after the greetings...and i think nayeon meant like in-person, like you know, hangout then make out type thing."
nayeon cackles next to her, slapping her big hand on jeongyeon's shoulder as she rolls forward, finding whatever the girl said to be so funny.
"you guys are of absolutely no help! jihyo-chan, only you know how to help, right?" sana pouts, grabbing jihyo's hand into hers as she looks at her with puppy eyes.
"i don't know sana...it's crazy i'm saying this, but, they're right on this..."
sana ignores how both nayeon and jeongyeon lets out a "hey, we're still here!" and groans into her hands, letting out a defeating sigh because her members are so unhelpful!
(she had gone to momo and mina first, bribing them out for a meal. but momo’s attention was solely on the food and not on her love crisis, while mina said the same thing as nayeon just did…)
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you've been in the idol industry long enough to know the ins and outs of collaborations. having debuted way back in 2013 in a five-member group, working hard your way up to where you are now, successful in more ways than you can count, you constantly felt like you were in a dream.
your connection pool had expanded immensely, not only mingling with people from your company but also with those from outside of it, hanging out with them from time to time if schedules permit. the korean news outlet always has a fun time when you do so, the boisterous headlines often had you laughing: "member from famous jyp group posted a picture of her and red velvet's seulgi hanging out together! their friendship seems to be going stronger than ever!"
so when your manager tells you you'll have a schedule on sana's fridge interview show, having been specially invited by the host herself, you were anything but calm.
because the relationship you have with her is somewhere in between the lines of friendship and something more. you both would flirt through your messages pretty often, but that was as far as it went.
your members had teased you numerous times about it, saying how you're literally head over heels for her...but is that what it was?
the sana whose name sits pinned at the top of your messages, whose texts you reread more often than you'd ever admit, who sends you voice notes at two a.m. just to complain about her schedule and then laughs softly at the end like she forgot she was recording. and you would replay it just to hear the laugh again and again.
oh.
you are head over heels for her...
what now?
-
now, sitting here with her chat glowing on your screen, with the knowledge that she chose you for this, that she wants you there, in her space, on her show, makes you hesitant for a bit.
you:
i heard about the interview!! i'm super excited, ty for inviting me huhu
she reads it right away, a response bubble with three dots popping up,
sasha washa:
i was hoping they'd tell you soon!! i am also so excited! can't wait to see what u got stocked up in that fridge of yours kkkk
you:
yeah, yeah, wtv
jus don't flirt w me too much on camera, ms. flirty pants (｡･･｡)
sasha washa:
too much...?
so a little is fine, right? ┐(´～｀)┌
you huff out a laugh, shaking your head even though she can't see you,
you:
you're impossible
sasha washa:
and you like it
you take a while to reply, the texting line blinking as seconds drag on, thumbs hovering over the keyboard.
you:
keep it in your pants
sasha washa:
meanie! (｡•́︿•̀｡)
you turn off your phone, throwing it carelessly on the mattress before rubbing your warm face as you kick your feet around the bed.
(sana was also on the same page, face burrowed in her pillow as she screamed into it, causing momo to knock on her door to see if she’s okay, only to hear jihyo’s voice in the background that sana is probably gushing over you.
points taken jihyo-chan).
-
filming day arrives, with the staffs greeting you, guiding you through the usual steps that are bound to happen for the day's schedule. you catch glimpses of the setup as you're led through—a cozy layout, a fridge stocked and ready, the kind of atmosphere that encourages conversations—seeing how it caters her personality so well.
you check yourself in the big mirror on the side, making sure you look presentable and guest-like. you opted for something more comfortable than usual: a muted color button-up with your sleeves folded up neatly stopping right before your elbows, which is paired with an oversized sweater vest over it. your loose corduroy pants completes the outfit, along with simple silver accessories as the cherry on top.
as you're getting mic'd up by a staff, sana walks out from the makeup room, waving excitedly at all the staff she walks past, halting for a bit to converse with the cameraman because "your shoes are so cool! i love the colors, what brand are they?"
after the conversation ends, she turns, eyes finding yours almost immediately, like she had been aware of you before she saw you. the moment that recognition clicks into place, her entire expression shifts, brightening as she skips over to you.
"hey! you made it!" she embraces you in a hug, one that you reciprocate back just as quickly before she pulls away, her hands holding yours.
you nod excitedly, trying to hide your nervousness as she leads you into the set.
"just be yourself and have fun! i will make you the best fruit juice!"
and just like that she eases you into the scene, with her playful gestures and lingering gaze.
-
the camera rolls, the atmosphere shifts just enough to signal that this is now content. but even then, it doesn't feel entirely performative, especially not with sana.
the conversation starts light and easy—questions about your comeback, your members, your language learning journey—but it doesn't take long before it starts to drift, guided by her in that way she has, steering things just enough to make it feel natural while still geting exactly where she wants to go.
"so," she leans forward, chin resting against her hand as she looks at you, "we've known each other for a while now."
"yeah, i feel like i should be calling you sana-unnie now that i'm on your show, but formality doesn't really exist with us, really."
sana's lips part just slightly at your response, the words catching her off guard. there was a flicker of surprise that melts into amusement.
"i haven't heard that term from you ever since we told each other our age! how about you call me sana-unnie for the rest of the shoot?" she flutters her lashes at you, hands going back to prepare the drinks.
you sputter in your hands as you lean back in your seat, eyes glancing at the camera before they come back to sana.
"i-it'll sound unnatural if i do...!"
sana smirks at you, eyes almost sly-like as she answers,
"you don't want to call me unnie?" her tone almost deceptively soft as she tilts her head, hairstyle framing her face perfectly so, "but i'm older than you..."
"y-yeah...by one year!" you try to make yourself look busy, opting to help sana juice the fruits as you avoid eye contact.
"alright, fine...i'll let it pass this time." she pouts disappointedly, puppy eyes on display.
"hey—you should be using honorifics and call me s-sunbaenim!"
"oh?” she hums as her fingers graze the edge of the glass cup, “okay, sunbaenim. take care of me, alright? i'll take great care of you!" she says too sweetly, her mouth quirking with that annoying smirk of hers before changing the topic.
is it just you, or is it incredibly hot in here?
-
as the shoot wraps up with people saying their goodbyes to each other, you notice sana furrowing her brows while looking at her phone as she staggers back on the set.
"is everything alright, sana?"
she perks her head up, surprised at seeing you still here.
"oh! yeah, it's nothing..." she grimaces at the end when another notification pops up on her phone. your eyes narrow at her, not believing in her in the slightest. she pouts before giving up on her 'i'm fine' act.
"momo told me that she has jihyo over...you know what that means. so i can't go back home unless you know..." she looks away, a faint pink creeping up her cheeks.
"...and i texted the other girls, and they're all apparently going out or staying over at a friend's place, so..." she hesitates, fingers picking lightly at the edge of her sweater, "i kind of don't have a place to stay tonight..."
before your mind can catch up, your mouth was faster,
"you can stay at my place for the night! i mean—it's just me anyway and my cat that you already know, so..."
"i-i don't want to intrude!" she says too fast and reflexively.
"don't worry about it, we can order takeout and put on a show or something!"
you see the gears turning in your head, eyes showing the inner turmoil she's having.
"s-sana-unnie," your eyes barely meeting hers, "it's fine—i promise!"
she grins, a hand coming up for her to hide behind shyly,
"well, since you insisted and called me unnie, i can't say no now, can i?" and when her eyes sparkle even without the studio lights, you knew you were in deep.
-
your bellies were fully stuffed with greasy fried chicken and saucy tteokbokki, film already rolling its credits as you clean up the trash. sana had insisted on helping, but then your cat perched itself on her lap, so she had no choice but to stay on the couch to snuggle it.
"i'm jealous. that demon never lets me cuddle her for that long. she likes you more than she likes me..." you grumbled, setting yourself back on the floor as your hand reaches out to pet your cat as well.
sana was quiet for a moment, lost in thought.
"don't be jealous," you hear her take a breath before continuing, "because i like you."
the words land softly into the air, almost too softly for the deep meaning they carry.
your hand freezes mid-petting, your cat snuggling closer to sana, not caring that you stopped giving it rubs.
for a second, her words doesn't register properly in your head, like your brain is trying to decide whether they're part of the casual post-dinner haze or something you actually need to respond to. but when your eyes shift to see sana's face, you know it was the latter.
like like or as a friend like…?
she gently smooths your cat’s fur, eyes still on the sleepy little traitor in her lap, like she’s giving you time to process without forcing you to answer too rashly.
"y-you like me...?" sana giggles, opting to say it again that she likes likes you, a lot, meeting your gaze. she smiles fondly down at you, her confession hanging open, raw, and real.
"does unnie have to kiss you for you to say it back...?" and before you could say anything, she leans down, her hand coming out to grip your shirt and pulling it towards her.
her lips are soft against yours, with you tasting the remnants of the gochuchang from the sticky rice cakes from earlier, but there was a hint of her cherry chapstick you happened to pick up. you reciprocate just as eagerly, your own feelings pouring out into it.
as your cat feels itself being squished, it lets out a small meow before jumping away to the floor, making sana pull you impossibly closer with both hands now. your own makes their way to her cheeks, cupping them as she pulls back, her forehead resting against yours.
"you're having too much fun throwing that unnie term around..." you brush your nose with hers, making her scrunch it up from the tickling feeling.
sana slides down from the couch, making herself comfortable in your lap as her arms go around your neck.
"well, are you going to say you like me back? your cat seems like she likes me more than you do." she murmurs, eyes glinting as she enjoys the way your ears get redder the more she speaks.
you were the one to close the gap this time, hands on her lower back pushing her closer. she lets out a small whimper that prompts you to slip your tongue in, pulling out more of the breathy noises she makes that you want to hear more of.
a hand of hers slides down your shirt from your collar, splaying itself on your back, while the other combs through your soft, short curls. you can feel her skin radiating warmth as you pull back for air, before indulging back in because the pent-up feelings are finally getting their hit.
"seems like i have to change that then, unnie." and when your hands slide up her shirt, nails scraping against her smooth skin, you wish you had confessed sooner.
-
as you carry her to your bedroom, swollen lips that have yet to part from each other, you both don't notice your phones lighting up on the coffee table—messages stacking one after another in the group chat between twice and your group:
yoo beep beep:
so do we think they're making out yet?
haribo ha-rin:
i texted both of them individually, and they're not answering, so maybe...
thing 1 nabongs:
mission accomplished!!11! i didn't lie for nothing @_@
synopsis: being roomed with the campuses biggest playgirl wasn't easy.
words: 3.6k
notes: playgirl! sana, reader is femmeeeeeee femme femme, popular girl friendgroup including reader, roommates sana and reader, fluff, a little toxic maybe, a smidge angsty because i hate writing strictly fluff, i do notes as i write sry, first fic! wanted to make this a sad ending so bad keke
living with sana wasn't something that was easy to adjust too.
not once had you adapted to the slams of doors at two am, partners shuffling in as sana marked herself all over their necks. nor did you get used to the loud moans of her name that seeped through her rooms wall, leaking into the hallway and straight into your own space.
none of it was any easy to live with, but maybe the biggest con of living with sana, above the countless restless nights, waking up to strangers using your espresso machine, was sana herself.
it was a surprise to no one that sana was flirtatious, this you'd known, expected even, but having to see her everyday made the gravity of her flirting that much more weighty.
every morning, suitor present or not, sana would praise the life out of you despite your sleepy state.
"gosh, y/n, what does a girl like me gotta do to get with you."
"sana i'm literally in a t-shirt and slides."
the man siting at the table huffed at the interaction, thinking it was nothing more than a joke between friends. it wasn't.
whenever you were getting ready to go out, sana would linger. whether she was sat on your bed, phone out as she man spread in baggy sweats and a hoodie, or just watching from behind you, hands gently running the course of your body in whatever skin tight dress you wore.
"i don't think you should go out in this." her voice low, fingers digging into the skimpy fabric of your black slip.
"and who are you to decide what i wear to the club?" you swiveled on your heel, giving her a pointed glare. sana's eyes only darkened more, challenging you.
"i jus' don't want anyone seeing you like this, that's all." she muttered, her breath hot on your skin due to the impossibly close distance you'd found yourself at.
"whatever, sana." you'd shrug her off, as always.
you knew better than to fall for her games, and you'd swore to yourself, and your best friends, you would never turn into one of the girls hooked on sana that she'd ghost after she got her fun out of them. still though, her careless flirting always had it's way of making you flush.
-
it didn't help at all that you and sana were amongst the same friend group.
originally, you only hung around nayeon and chaeyoung, your very own best friends. eventually, jeongyeon and dahyun would start sliding next to the three of you at lunch, then tzuyu and jihyo would linger, and quickly there after, mina and momo. and with mina and momo there was always a sana to follow. pretty girls attracted pretty girls, you'd guessed, but the group somehow fell into a comfortable dynamic.
the campus had plenty of spots to hangout at, not that any of you would be found there. instead, you and chaeyoung walked hand in hand to the local cafe where the lot of you would always hangout. it was peaceful, quiet aside from the buzz of the espresso machine and the gentle conversations between the staff; and of course the chatter from your friends.
"who's all here today?" you looked to chaeyoung, your hand slipping from hers to dig into your designer bag, fishing out your lip gloss. she hummed, looking up in thought for a brief moment before snapping her fingers.
"pretty sure it'll just be me, you, nayeon, jihyo, sana." she gave you a playful nudge at mention of the japanese girl, to which you scoffed.
"as if." you couldn't help to make sure you looked alright though, staring down at your tight top and baggy jeans, the designer boots that clunked whenever they brushed the ground.
before you knew it, you were at the door of the cafe, chaeyoung dramatically opening the door for you. 'chivalrous', you'd mutter, tossing her a teasing wink as the two of you giggled amongst yourselves. your senses were quickly engulfed in the atmosphere around you, the smell of coffee, the warm lighting, the boisterous gossip coming from the booth you all always managed to squeeze into.
"there you two are!" nayeon. you'd always be able to catch her voice even if you were miles away, the deep tone and overall volume coating your senses with a bubbling comfort. she launched up from her seat as you turned to her, and before you could think, she slithered her arms around your waist. "pretty girl."
the subtle purr would've sent a chill down your spine, but that's just how nayeon was. you missed the way sana clenched her jaw at the words, though.
before you could even greet her back she was already dangling off chaeyoung, baby talking the younger girl in a much higher tone than the one she used with you.
"hi, y/n." sana caught your eyes before jihyo could say hi. she was dressed down, a baggy tee and distressed denim hiding her thin figure; you didn't realize you were checking her out before you looked back to her eyes, her expression now teasing as she quirked her brow. "you look awfully pretty today, wanted to impress me?"
you huffed, "yeah right, sana." jihyo could only snort at the both of your antics as you slid in next to sana, shoving her so your legs wouldn't brush under the table. "i missed you ji!"
you quickly fell into conversation with the other girl, asking about how her games had gone. jihyo played for your colleges soccer team, something you'd always admired about her, so much so that before becoming one of her friends, you had a mild crush on her as the star player park jihyo. the park jihyo you knew though, was nothing but a friend, even if you'd drunkenly confessed you were into her at one point.
nayeon and chaeyoung had started their own gossip, the two of them always falling into their own little world whenever uninterrupted, and sana was left watching.
she watched as you'd bat your eyelashes at jihyo, sparkles in your eye as she told you about all of her experiences playing abroad. watched as you tapped her arm gently whenever she said anything extra enticing to you. she couldn't help the jealousy that stirred inside of her, slowly bubbling over.
sana scooted closer to you.
you didn't notice at first, the soft press of her thigh against yours subtle, but as she inched closer, the warmth of her jeans against yours became a little too hot. jihyo noticed, but she had the decency to play it off.
one thing she didn't have the decency for, though, was provoking the two of you.
"so, y/n," she leaned on her hands to peer at you a little closer, "how's miyeon?"
your eyes widened, meanwhile sana's narrowed, her hand almost instinctually dropping to your thigh before she could catch herself.
miyeon was one of sana's best friends outside of the group; someone who just so happened to be courting you, someone you just so happened to be interested in. of all of your suitors, miyeon was the only one you ever cared to entertain in full, eyelashes fluttering and all whenever she was near, hands brushing too close.
"miyeon?" sana turned to you, the first word she'd said since greeting you. your eyes darted between her and jihyo, thinking your hardest of what to say which was impossibly hard when sana's leg was brushing your own and you caught lingers of her luxury fragrance in the air.
"miyeon's been courting y/n, you didn't know?" jihyo acted shocked, enticing sana further, the korean girl leaned back, "i thought she would've told you, since your best friends and all."
"unless she had a reason not to tell you?"
you didn't want to know what that meant, but all you knew is you could feel sana's other leg shift to kick jihyo's leg under the table.
"y/n, do you want me to drive you back home? i was about to head out." sana murmured, her tone low, almost threatening, as she stared at jihyo. you could only nod, letting her grab your hand and walk you back out to her car.
-
the drive back home was quiet, and you could tell sana was not to be bothered, lost deep in whatever she was thinking about. could this be related to what jihyo was saying about miyeon? no way, right? why would sana even bother caring that her best friend was trying to slip her way into you arms.
once you'd made it home though, sana caught your wrist before you could retreat back to your room.
"miyeon, huh?"
you gulped, turning to look up at the taller girl. her eyes looked clouded over, an emotion you couldn't place burning in them as she gripped your wrist tighter.
"yeah, uhm," you looked around, trying to find anything but sana's ridiculously perfect face to look at. "she kinda started pursuing me recently."
sana hummed, low, yet it wasn't anything satisfied. "is she your type?"
you looked back to her now, eyes widened. what were you supposed to say to that? sana and miyeon were all too similar, saying yes felt like a trap, but so did saying no.
"i," you sigh, trying to gain some sort of composure as to not choke on your words, "yeah, she is."
sana drops you arm as quickly as you respond, your throat burning with her intensity. was that the wrong thing to say? why did you care so much about what sana thought all of the sudden anyways, she was just your roommate. maybe it was for the sake of the friend group, you'd tell yourself.
"i see." she nods slow, and with that, she's gone, taking all-too precise steps into her own room, closing the door behind her quickly.
that night, sana would bring a girl home, making sure the moans of her name found their way right into your room, making sure you knew she was pleasing the random girl just right. it was pointed, all of it, but you didn't need to know that.
-
the next few weeks were horrible.
you didn't realize how much sana's presence mattered, always brushing off the playful jokes she'd make, the careful touches, the genuine concerns she'd slip into her fluttering comments. none of it really hit you until she withdrew herself fully, compliments turning into brief greetings, still friendly enough to be considered normal to anyone else. to you, though, it felt like she was chipping away at your heart. miyeon had stopped pursuing you as well, addressing you one day and saying something about how she 'shouldn't be doing this'. maybe it was better to not have another reminder of sana.
the house was emptier now too, no more flaunting you to her playthings, as she didn't bother bringing them over anymore. she'd leave notes on the fridge, 'staying at his house', 'seeing her tonight'. all you could see in them were gentle reminders she was still sparing her time for others, all while avoiding you at all costs.
getting ready to go out wasn't the same either.
you stared at your reflection in the mirror, pretty. it didn't matter how good you looked now, all you could find yourself doing was staring at where she usually sat on your bed, praising you up and down. the length of your dress was no longer being criticized as something only she should be able to see, the blush on your cheeks didn't deepen from her blatant attempts at hitting you.
your phone pinged on the vanity, it was nayeon:
hereeeee come out bbg
at least that could make you laugh now, but on your way out you couldn't help but let your eyes linger on sana's room. the door was open, all the lights shut, she wasn't home, again. your inhale was sharp as you walked out of the apartment.
-
the club didn't help to comfort you, but the alcohol running through your veins did, at least for a little. that was until one drink turned into two, two turning into four, four quickly becoming seven, and now you were drunk sobbing to the bartender. nayeon and chaeyoung were lost in the crowd, too caught up in each other, you were sure. you were happy for them though, you always wanted the two to get together, maybe you could live vicariously through their love for one another.
the room was sticky with heat that melded into your skin, only making everything more overwhelming to you. you didn't notice when the woman handling the bar called over her coworker so she could watch over you, nor did you notice when the drinks she served you turned virgin.
"and, like, i just, i don't know what to do." your cheeks were burning hot, feet stinging from your heels even though you weren't standing up, dress suddenly too tight on your skin. "why am i feeling this way, she's just my friend, my roommate." tears burned in your eyes again, dripping down your chin and nose, mascara surely running by now.
the bartender knew her boundaries, and she didn't want to cause anymore of a panic, but she held your hand softly.
"do you think you might be in love with her?"
you blinked once, twice, and quickly nodded as you looked down, weeping and curling into yourself. your free hand came up to cover your mouth, as you cried.
everything hurt, your head, your eyes, but overall, your heart burned as you talked about sana. when had she become everything to you? clearly she didn't see you in that way, all she wanted was to get in your pants, as she did any pretty girl.
sana would probably never care about you how you did her, and that's what hurt you the most.
-
sana was at momo's.
that's where'd she'd been the most recently, despite her saying she was off hooking up with other people. sana didn't want you to know how she was feeling, that was the last thing she needed right now.
she felt miserable. she felt selfish. she felt awful when she drug you out of the cafe and away from your friends, felt awful when she pressed miyeon after class, telling her to stay away from you, something she did to all the suitors that got too close to stealing you away. she felt awful for loving you the way she did, the selfish, ugly, possessiveness that controlled her body whenever she was around you. she hated the way jealousy would burn up in her body whenever you as much as batted your eyes in someone else's direction.
sana had never meant to fall for anyone, much less you. you, who was pretty, gentle, coy and witty. you who always made sure to let people down easy, never wishing to hurt anyones feelings, the exact opposite of her.
she didn't want to look at you like you were an angel on earth, like you were the peak of beauty. she didn't want her heart to flutter when she heard your laugh from across the room, or when you texted her asking when her classes were over.
the ring of her phone caught her from her thoughts.
you.
her hands started to shake as she clicked answer. she was so eager to just hear you speak.
"hi, is this sana?"
that wasn't your voice. the jealousy she hated came crawling back up her spine.
"yes," she muttered, "who is this? where's y/n?"
"is that my sana?" sana froze as your voice cracked through the line, clearly from a far, clearly distraught as you choked on your own saliva. she jolted upright on momo's couch, catching the attention from the girl who worked on a research essay at the dining table in the kitchen. that was the most she's seen sana move in days.
"ah, i'm just a bartender, but i was wondering if you could come pickup your friend? i'm a little worried about her."
"where is she?"
-
your cheek was pressed to the bar, disgusting, but you were too out of your mind to care. the tears had subsided as you drifted off, but the lingering ache in your heart stayed persistent. the need for sana near you weighing you down more than anything.
you didn't notice sana had walked in the club, eyes darting everywhere to find you no matter how out of place she looked.
"y/n."
you didn't notice she was there until she was whispering in your ear.
"sana?" you blinked slow, looking up to her, eyes widening as the tears started to form again. your arms wrapped around her neck before you could control yourself. you huffed her scent greedily, pulling her as close as possible, she was glad though, you wouldn't see her tears forming that way. "i'm so sorry sana," you hiccuped, "if i did anything. i just want you back, i just want..." you stopped yourself that time.
i just want you.
"it's okay baby." sana hummed, pulling you up to your feet, which was easy enough when you were wrapped around her as tight as you were. she didn't prod on what you were about to say, but her heart was racing in her chest as she grabbed some bills from the pocket of her sweats to cover your tab. "let's go home, okay?"
you nodded into her shoulder, still crushing her with you scrawny arms. she giggles, trying to pry you off, even if the drunken affection is making her flush pink.
"you gotta let go of me if you wanna get home, pretty."
"don't wanna."
"you can sleep in my bed tonight."
you let her go as quick as possible, letting her guide you through the club and out to her car.
-
the migraine you woke up with was insufferable, but the cute pink note and tylenol left by sana's bedside table made up for it.
have a class, will be back at 4! <3
it was four now, and you'd been impatiently scrolling on your phone, praying you hadn't said anything too embarrassing in your drunken state. maybe it was worth it if you did though, as you woke up in one of her loose tees, a pair of her boy shorts draped on your figure.
when the door clicked open, you tried hiding your smile behind your phone, knowing it wasn't long before sana would come back to you.
her bedroom door flicked open not long after, and your eyes peered over your phone to spot her, a wide smile pulling at her lips. she walked over carefully, despite wanting nothing but to run into you arms.
"you're up." she sighed, letting a hand drop to cup your cheek once she reached you, "was worried you drank yourself into a coma there, baby." the petname made your cheeks burn red, but you dropped you phone nonetheless, letting your hand brush her own where it rested.
"stop it, i'm embarrassed you had to come rescue me anyway." you huffed, but you still let your eyes linger on hers. she giggled, thumb tracing your blush softly.
"don't be, it was cute. you were cute." sana hummed, sliding to sit on the bed, just to be closer to you. you inhaled, sharp, flustered, and sana only giggled more, her hand tracing down to your waist. "wish you'd treat me like that more often, so clingy."
"sana." you whined, covering your eyes with your hands, but you couldn't help but smile. you'd missed her.
she gently pried your hands from your face, "don't do that." it was a soft mutter, "wanna see you." her eyes were soft, gentle as she took in all your features.
you whined something else about looking like shit, sana shushed you immediately, saying you always looked perfect. the rest of the day went similarly, sana teasing you, holding you close, occupied in only each other.
maybe you could adapt to living with sana.
-
the elevator was nowhere near fast enough for your liking.
your boot tapped the floor repeatedly, antsy to get back home, arms crossed before your figure. you sighed in relief once it finally reached your floor, and you tried your best not to bolt to the door of your apartment.
your hands shook as you unlocked the door, overly eager to get inside; overly eager to see her.
when you finally made it inside, your cheeks were already red before you even saw her, just happy to smell her signature fragrance in the air. you looked around the apartment, taking gentle steps in as you shut the door behind you. sana was nowhere to be found.
she told you she'd be home, so where was she now?
"missed me?"
a pair of arms tightening around your waist was the answer to all your questions. you melted into the girl behind you, letting your hands cover your own as you tilted your head to see her, to really look at sana.
she smiled down at you, swaying you softly in her arms. "you should've seen yourself, baby. didn't know you missed me that bad."
you pout, muttering "i just wanted to see you", but all you could focus on was her lips. sana noticed that much too, she notices everything when it comes to you anyway.
and so, sana leaned down, pressing her full lips to your own, smiling into the kiss when you hum appreciatively. she deepens it quickly, and your whining into her mouth immediately.
scratch thinking you could adapt to living with sana, you knew you definitely could.
౨ৎ warnings: popular mean girl x loser athlete, swearing, yn plays soccer(football or wtv I don’t care honestly) and aeri is super rich, drinking, angst, fluff
aeri liked to think of herself as a simple girl she liked attention, shopping, money, and her friends. sometimes her friends. and the only thing she truly despised was-
sports. an unfortunately male dominated activity in the professional world and in schools, but interestingly, not at this school. well, only for one sport.
soccer.
the girls’ soccer team was the most funded, medal winning team in the school. they were popular, big on social media, and the school's main money makers. they were also total machines.
kinda.
"this is the team the school is known for?" aeri asked, filing her nails with a bored expression. "I’m unfortunately not impressed. these editors sure know how to hype them up it has to be the sexy music in the background."
"they're literally stretching." jimin looked at her, squinting. "they haven't even done anything yet. plus, this is practice."
"exactly!" aeri replied like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "so why are we here? most classes are finished, we should be shopping or something."
"we're here to watch minjeong practice, duh," yizhuo said.
"exactly. we're here to support our friend," jimin added, looking at aeri, who scrunched up her face.
"minjeong is barely my friend," she said, shaking her head while analyzing her nails. "she doesn’t fit our aesthetic. why would you guys adopt a soccer player? is this, like, a charity thing? are we getting filmed? if so, cut everything I just said and get my good side."
"look! they’re taking out the ball now."
aeri didn’t even glance up at yizhuo’s words, too engrossed in her phone. ugh, she couldn’t believe they had dragged her out here just to sit on the bleachers and watch a bunch of brainless jocks kick a ball around.
time passed, and aeri tuned out most of what was happening, busy plotting her escape. maybe she could say her mom needed her for an emergency modeling gig. or that her dad had a last-minute business meeting and required her presence. two things that would never happen, but jimin would probably see right through her anyway.
she was so lost in her thoughts that she didn’t hear the gasps and shouts around her.
until something hard slammed into her face.
her head snapped back, and her phone tumbled from her hands.
a soccer ball. she had just been hit in the face with a soccer ball.
"oh shit!"
"good one, yn!"
“shut up yunjin!”
aeri shrieked, clutching her forehead as laughters and are you okays erupted from the field.
"oh my gosh, aeri."
jimin placed a hand on aeri’s shoulder, only for her to be brushed off. "are you okay? that looked like it hurt."
it did.
but aeri wasn’t about to admit that. instead, she inhaled sharply, her voice dropping low. "who the hell did that?"
jimin pointed toward the field. right at her.
standing between yunjin and ryujin, nervously biting the nail of her thumb, was the culprit.
they locked eyes. one gaze wide and doe, the other sharp and burning with rage.
guess which was which.
"hey, are we allowed to keep this since it hit aeri in the face?"
both girls turned to look at yizhuo, who was holding the soccer ball like it was some kind of prize.
aeri barely spared it a glance before snatching it out of yizhuo’s hands. then, without hesitation, she stormed onto the field.
"you’re fucked, y/l/n."
"here comes trouble."
"can you guys shush?"
yn barely had time to process the situation before aeri was right in front of her, glaring up at her with fire in her eyes.
without a second thought, aeri hurled the soccer ball straight at her.
unfortunately, yn caught it. effortlessly. with both hands.
yn blinked, tilting her head slightly, a lopsided grin tugging at her lips.
"i’m so sorry. you see, I have this condition where I just kick the ball really hard. it’s called strong leg disorder—"
"that’s not a thing."
"can you shut up? I’m trying to save my own life here." yn shot a glare at ryujin before turning back to aeri. "there’s no cure. I really wish there was. I would never intentionally mess up your pretty face—not that you aren’t still pretty now, after what just… uh… happened. but, you know…"
her voice trailed off as aeri’s glare darkened. yn winced, mentally kicking herself.
"do you think i’m an idiot?" aeri stepped closer, eyes locked onto yn, who instinctively leaned back only for her teammates to shove her forward, straight into the lion’s den.
"I really want to say no," yn admitted, hands raised slightly, "but I’m scared it’s a trap."
then, as if she wasn’t a whole athlete who could easily overpower aeri, she squeezed her eyes shut like she was bracing for impact.
"you’re lucky I don’t call my dad and get you kicked off the team."
instead of looking scared, yn only furrowed her brows. "he can do that? i thought he owned a car company."
"woah, woah, woah."
chaewon, the team’s captain, stepped in, hands raised in a peacekeeping gesture. "let’s not get too hasty. she’s one of our best players we can’t lose her."
"that thing?" aeri pointed at yn, who mouthed thing? in offense, glancing at yunjin, who was barely holding in her laughter. "is one of your best players? she hit me in the face."
"and I totally get why you’d be mad," chaewon said, cutting off yn when she tried to interject. "she’s an idiot."
yn scoffed. rude.
"but," chaewon continued, "she will make it up to you. i promise. in fact, you can choose how."
"wha—"
"i’m trying to save you here. shut up."
aeri’s expression shifted, mischief glinting in her eyes. yn turned to her team with sheer horror in hers.
"i can choose?" aeri repeated, her voice dangerously sweet.
"…okay."
then, she turned back to yn, who swallowed.
"you," aeri said, watching as yn stiffened.
"yes?"
"you’ll know by tomorrow."
and just like that, she spun on her heel, strutting off the field without another word. her friends scrambled to grab their things and follow because she was their ride, and she was not about to wait for them.
yn exhaled, rubbing a hand down her face.
"you’re so fucked." yunjin whistled.
"can you guys not state the obvious right now?"
it was nighttime, and aeri still hadn’t figured out what she wanted yn to do. everything she thought of felt too cliché. with a sigh, she opened the app she claimed to hate and typed in yn’s full name.
to be honest, she hadn’t known who the girl was until today. sure, she knew of the soccer team who didn’t? they were impossible to ignore in the dining hall, always causing some sort of disaster. and the edits, god, the edits. do you know how many times she had to click not interested?
but now that she thought about it… she’d never seen any of yn. maybe she wasn’t a fan favorite.
or so she thought.
aeri’s eyes widened as she scrolled. video after video edit after edit all of yn. the captions were unhinged , the comments even worse. but before she could even process it, she found herself immersed.
yn wasn’t bad looking.
while she was scrolling, a notification popped up yizhuo had sent her a live. aeri clicked on it, only to realize it was huh yunjin’s.
"I feel like if I wasn’t a soccer player, I’d definitely be a basketball player." yunjin spoke as she ripped open a bag of chips, turning to ryujin beside her.
"I feel like you wouldn’t even play sports if it wasn’t for soccer," ryujin shot back. "and yn? she’d definitely play hockey."
"yeah, after me, yn’s probably the second most likely to get into fights on the field."
aeri laughed. that loser? fighting?
the mention of yn’s name sent the chat into a frenzy.
user1: where did she go?? 😭
user2: ugh bae needs to come back
user3: yn playing hockey… im shaking
user4: she needs to come back rn
come back?
"fuck, I poked my eye."
yunjin and ryujin turned just as yn walked back into the frame, squinting one eye while adjusting her beanie.
aeri’s gaze flickered to the screen. yn had her hoodie slung around her neck, exposing her toned stomach and sports bra. the chat went absolutely feral.
so yn was wanted, huh?
aeri leaned back against her pillows, lips curling into a smirk.
just like that, a light bulb flickered in her head.
yizhuo struggled to keep up with aeri’s determined strides as they made their way toward the field, where the girls' soccer team sat catching their breath. sweat dripped down their faces as they sipped from their water bottles, still recovering from the first half of their practice.
“wait, why are we here again?” yizhuo asked, slightly out of breath.
“shut up.”
aeri’s sharp eyes immediately landed on yn, who stood in front of ryujin and yunjin, laughing at something she had just said. whatever it was, it clearly struck a nerve ryujin’s jaw dropped in offense before she squeezed her gatorade bottle, spraying water directly into yn’s face.
yn let out a dramatic yell, stumbling back as the rest of the team burst into laughter even chaewon.
but the moment aeri called out, “yn!”, the laughter died instantly.
yn wiped at her face with her sleeve, still grinning until she turned around and saw who was calling her. her smile vanished.
aeri wasted no time, marching right up to her and jabbing a finger against yn’s chest. “you’re gonna be my personal girl toy." yn blinked. "huh?"
she glanced over her shoulder at her teammates, but before she could even process what was happening, aeri grabbed her by the shoulder and turned her back around.
"eyes over here." aeri tilted her head, voice smooth, almost teasing. "you’re gonna follow me everywhere i go and do whatever i say. got that?"
yn’s brain short circuited. "uh… is that even legal?" her face burned at the proximity. "I just—sorry—uh—"
"is that excuses I’m hearing?" aeri cut in, unimpressed.
"no? I was just asking a question-”
"then I have nothing else to say." aeri shrugged, turning on her heel like that was the end of the conversation.
just as yn opened her mouth to protest, a sharp whistle cut through the air.
"y/l/n! who the hell are you talking to?"
yn exhaled deeply, shoulders slumping. "sorry, coach!" she shot aeri a pleading look. "you need to leave, like, now. he’s already on my ass."
aeri studied her for a moment before smirking.
"meet me after your practice."
and with that, she spun around and walked off, yizhuo trailing behind her.
yn let out a breath, rolling her shoulders as she stepped out of the changing room, still toweling off her damp hair. her baggy sweatpants hung low on her hips, barely clinging on, and her oversized team hoodie was slung over her shoulders, revealing the tank top underneath. she adjusted her hoodie absentmindedly, already dreading whatever ridiculous task aeri had planned for her.
but she hadn’t expected to see aeri leaning against the wall right outside the girls' changing room, arms crossed, looking like she had been waiting forever.
"you just stand outside girls’ locker rooms now?" yn asked, rubbing the towel over her head.
"I was losing patience," aeri said simply, pushing off the wall. "you take longer than I thought. what were you doing, a whole spa treatment in there?"
"some of us actually shower after sweating for two hours," yn replied.
“so, what? I just follow you around and get you stuff now?"
"yeah," aeri confirmed, like it was the most natural thing in the world. "you follow me, you do what I say, and you get me whatever I need. and in return, you get to be seen with me."
yn blinked. "...what?"
"people are always jealous of me," aeri continued, casually inspecting her nails like this was just another tuesday for her.
“but I just recently found out how valuable you are. I mean, did you know people on the internet practically worship you?"
yn's eyes widened slightly. "what—"
"seriously, it’s insane." aeri shook her head, like she was still processing the horror of it all. "you’re, like, a phenomenon. and if I have you following me around like a puppy, it’ll make people even more jealous of me."
yn stared at her. "...that’s your whole plan?"
"yes."
"that’s the stupidest thing i’ve ever heard."
aeri shrugged. "stupid, but effective."
yn exhaled through her nose, shaking her head. "you know what? alright. I’ll see you around."
"great!" aeri clapped her hands together. "be ready for tomorrow."
"what happens tomorrow?"
"I’m taking you shopping."
yn groaned.
the next day, yn found herself standing in the middle of an expensive boutique, arms full of shopping bags that weren’t even hers.
"I feel like I should be getting paid for this," yn muttered, shifting the bags to one hand so she could pull her hoodie sleeves up.
"you’re getting something better," aeri said, examining a designer bag.
"which is?"
"me."
"wow," yn deadpanned. "so generous."
"I know, right?"
as yn adjusted the bags in her arms, she caught their reflection in a nearby mirror. she looked ridiculous, carrying all her stuff, while aeri strutted around like a runway model.
"you know," aeri mused, looking yn up and down, "you actually look really good like this."
yn raised a brow. "like what?"
"doing what I want."
yn nearly dropped the bags. "what—"
"I mean, look at you," aeri continued, a smirk playing on her lips. "following me around, holding my bags, waiting outside my class for me. it’s a good look on you."
"yeah, whatever," yn muttered, looking away, ears burning.
aeri grinned. "so cute."
aeri wasn’t sure when it started happening, but she was noticing yn way too much.
at practice, yn would be running drills, sweaty and focused, and aeri would catch herself staring.
when yn would wait outside her class, leaning against the wall with her arms crossed, aeri would find herself smiling before she even realized it.
and when yn showed up at her house for the first time, dropping onto aeri’s bed and ranting about soccer practice, aeri found herself just… watching her.
yn was so expressive when she talked, hands moving, eyes lighting up when she got passionate about something. and god, she was attractive. even in her stupid soccer gear, hair messy, voice slightly raspy from yelling on the field.
"are you even listening?" yn asked, turning her head to look at aeri.
aeri blinked. "huh?"
yn sighed, dramatically throwing an arm over her face. "I said, practice sucked."
aeri rolled her eyes but couldn’t help the amused smile tugging at her lips.
"here." she reached into her bag and tossed something at yn.
yn caught it, frowning. "what’s this?"
"a gift."
yn turned the small box over in her hands, raising a brow. "you’re giving me stuff now?"
"you work hard," aeri said simply, like it wasn’t a big deal.
yn opened the box, eyes widening at the necklace inside.
"aeri, this is—"
"don’t make a big deal out of it," aeri cut in quickly. "just take it."
yn hesitated. "I can’t accept this—"
"well, you’re gonna have to," aeri said,
crossing her arms. "I’m not taking no for an answer."
yn looked at her for a long moment before sighing and slipping the necklace on. "fine. but this doesn’t mean you own me."
aeri smirked. "sure."
when the big game finally came, aeri dragged jimin and yizhuo to the front row.
she expected to be bored.
but then she saw yn in her element, completely locked in, eyes sharp,
moving like she was built for this.
and then she saw the coach yelling at her.
"jesus, what’s his problem?" aeri muttered.
"he’s just hard on her," jimin said, watching the game.
"yeah, well, he needs to chill."
then, it happened.
yn, her awkward, dorky, occasionally charming personal servant, got into a fight.
aeri watched, wide eyed, as yn shoved an opposing player back, jaw tight, voice sharp as she exchanged heated words.
"oh my god," aeri breathed.
"she’s hot, right?" yizhuo whispered.
"shut up," aeri snapped, crossing her arms.
yn got benched for a while, but when she was finally thrown back in, after having another yelling match with the coach she scored the winning goal.
before she knew it, aeri was heading straight for the locker room.
when she found yn, the girl was pulling a hoodie over her head, damp hair falling messily around her face.
"congrats," aeri said, leaning against the doorframe.
"thanks," yn replied, voice tired.
aeri frowned. "you don’t sound too happy."
yn exhaled. "stuff with coach got intense."
aeri raised a brow. "why do you let him get in your head?"
yn rolled her eyes. "cause he’s my dad."
aeri blinked. "oh."
"yeah."
"…if it makes you feel better, at least you and your dad have the same interests. my dad probably wouldn’t care if i ran off to join the circus."
yn huffed a laugh. "that… actually makes me more sad."
aeri grinned. "oops."
yn shook her head, but she was smiling.
"you’re going to the party, right?" aeri asked.
"yeah," yn said. "I’ll see you there."
aeri smirked. "good."
and that was the beginning of the night that would change everything.
aeri knew she had a problem when she saw a cheerleader lean closer to yn, and her first reaction was to throw back another drink.
“okay, slow down.” yizhuo raised an eyebrow as aeri downed her fourth drink in the span of ten minutes.
aeri ignored her, eyes locked on the corner of the party where yn sat, looking stupidly awkward while the cheerleader giggled and played with her hair.
yn was slouched forward, hands clasped together like she was in a job interview, clearly uncomfortable.
but aeri didn’t see that. no, she saw yn sitting with some girl, some random girl not even thinkingabout texting her to see if she was here.
the audacity.
“aeri?” yizhuo waved a hand in front of her face. “you’re being weird. why are you-oh my god, are you jealous?”
“me? jealous?” aeri scoffed, setting down her empty cup. “please, I’m just—”
she lost her train of thought as she watched the cheerleader lean in even closer, whispering something into yn’s ear. that was it. that was her last straw.
she spun on her heel and made a beeline toward them, mean girl switch fully activated.
yn noticed her first. “aeri?” she blinked, eyes widening.
aeri crossed her arms. “so, you couldn’t text me to see if I was here?”
yn furrowed her brows. “what?”
the cheerleader glanced between them, clearly sensing something was up. aeri ignored her and stepped closer to yn, lips curling into a smirk. “moving on to cheerleaders now? cute. I still own you, by the way.”
yn’s entire face flashed with hurt. “are we still doing this?” her voice was quiet. “I thought we were done with that. I thought we were—” she swallowed. “I thought we were connecting.”
aeri’s stomach twisted. she hated the way yn was looking at her right now, like she was disappointed.
so, naturally, she did what she did best, shoved that feeling way down and doubled down.
she let out a sharp laugh. “connecting? why would i connect with a dumb jock who hit me in the face with a soccer ball?”
yn flinched. actually flinched. and suddenly, aeri hated herself.
but instead of fixing it, she grabbed another drink and walked away.
an hour later, she was completely shit-faced.
she was swaying, a half-empty cup in her hand, reaching for another when someone grabbed her wrist.
“I think you’ve had enough.”
aeri groaned, rolling her head back to see who was bothering her now. yn. of course it was yn.
“leave me alone,” she slurred, trying to tug her arm free.
“nope, you’re done.” yn pried the cup from her fingers and set it down.
aeri whined, pushing at yn’s chest. “you’re so annoying.” yn didn’t budge. “yeah, yeah.”
aeri pouted and stumbled, and before she knew it, she was being lifted off the ground.
“what the hell?” she yelped, gripping onto yn’s shoulders as she was thrown over her back. “I forgot you’re an athlete.”
yn adjusted her easily, carrying her like she weighed nothing. “and you’re so lanky how the hell are you doing this.”
aeri kicked her feet uselessly. “put me down, loser.”
“not a chance.”
they passed by yunjin and ryujin, who both raised their eyebrows.
yn sighed. “I’m taking her home.”
yunjin snorted. “good luck with that.”
in the car, aeri was a mess.
she was slumped in the passenger seat, mumbling nonsense, until she suddenly turned her head and stared at yn with glassy eyes.
“I hate that you’re so attractive,” she blurted out. “and dorky. and strong. and cute. and I just wanna kiss you in front of everyone.”
yn’s hands clenched around the steering wheel. “you’re drunk, aeri.”
“so?” aeri pouted.
yn sighed. “just go to sleep.”
when aeri woke up in jimin’s apartment, she immediately knew two things.
one, her head was killing her.
two, she was definitely not at home.
“what the hell…” she groaned, sitting up and rubbing her temples.
“morning, sunshine.”
aeri blinked blearily, turning toward the voice. jimin was sitting at her kitchen counter, sipping a cup of coffee, watching her with a smirk.
“why am I here?” aeri croaked.
jimin took another sip before answering. “yn dropped you off here last night.”
aeri froze. “yn?”
“yeah.” jimin set her cup down. “said you were too drunk to go home alone. figured I’d take the babysitting shift.”
aeri groaned, flopping back onto the couch.
“kill me.”
“not before you tell me why you were getting wasted in the first place.”
aeri shut her eyes. “no reason.”
jimin snorted. “yeah, sure. you’re you the most calculated, high maintenance, self absorbed person I know. you don’t do anything without a reason.”
aeri peeked one eye open. “was that an insult or a compliment?”
“depends. are you gonna tell me why you were drinking like a maniac last night?”
aeri hesitated.
jimin crossed her arms. “if you don’t spill, I’m kicking you out.”
aeri sighed dramatically, sitting up again.
“fine. but you cannot laugh.”
jimin smirked. “oh, I’m absolutely laughing.”
aeri ignored her and took a deep breath. “I saw yn with some cheerleader.”
jimin raised an eyebrow. “okay… and?”
“and she was leaning in and yn was just sitting there—” aeri huffed, crossing her arms. “I don’t know, I just snapped.”
aeri groaned, flopping back onto the couch again. “I’m such an idiot. yn probably hates me now.”
jimin leaned her elbows on the counter. “what exactly did you do?”
aeri stared at the ceiling. “I walked up to them, turned on my mean girl mode, and basically told her she still belongs to me, because of the thing and like completely destroyed all the development we had.”
jimin choked on her coffee. “you what?”
“I know.” aeri covered her face. “it was bad. and then—” she cringed. “yn said she thought we were connecting and I laughed in her face.”
jimin slapped a hand over her mouth, eyes wide. “aeri.”
“I know.” aeri groaned. “I panicked.”
jimin shook her head. “oh my god, you like her.”
aeri scowled. “duh.”
“no, like, really like her.” jimin smirked. “you’re obsessed.”
aeri groaned, dragging her hands down her face. “I am.”
“this is amazing.” jimin laughed.
“it’s not.” aeri pouted. “I don’t know what to do. yn probably thinks I’m an evil, heartless—”
“dumbass?” jimin offered.
aeri glared. “not what I was gonna say.”
jimin rolled her eyes. “okay, listen. I know for a fact yn doesn’t hate you.”
aeri looked skeptical. “how?”
jimin smirked. “because she dropped you off here. if she hated you, she wouldn’t have made sure you were safe.”
aeri bit her lip. “but—”
“no buts.” jimin pointed at her. “you’re going to fix this.”
“how?”
jimin grinned. “she has morning practice. I’ll drive you.”
aeri hesitated.
jimin rolled her eyes. “do not make me throw you in the car.”
twenty minutes later, aeri was storming onto the field just like first them when yn hit her right in the face.
yn was standing near the goal, foot resting on a ball, when she looked up and saw aeri marching straight toward her.
“aeri—?”
before she could finish, aeri grabbed her face and kissed her.
yn froze, completely shocked, but after a second, she melted into it, her hands gripping aeri’s waist and pulling her closer.
when they finally pulled away, aeri was breathless. “please don’t hate me, I’m sorry.” her voice was quiet now. “I’m, like, in love with you, and iI don’t know what I’ll do if you don’t say anything back to me, because I want you so bad—”
yn let out a nervous chuckle. “I can’t believe you just kissed me.” she smiled, cheeks flushed. “I’ve been wanting to do that for days.”
aeri grinned, pressing another kiss to her lips
TWEEEET.
a sharp whistle cut through the air. they turned to see the entire team watching. and standing at the front, arms crossed, was coach.
yn’s dad.
“now that’s a way to meet the parents, yn get your little girlfriend off the field.”
the team howled with laughter. yn groaned, face turning a shade of red aeri had never seen before.
aeri whispered, “I’ll see you later,” before spinning on her heel and jogging back to jimin.
as soon as she reached her, they both squealed, gripping each other’s arms.
meanwhile, yn stood there, frozen, as her teammates slapped her back and teased the hell out of her.
Summary: Staying late at the office on a Friday to finish a report your boss gave you last minute was annoying. Even worse, a massive storm is headed your way. This leads you to company you weren’t expecting and bonding you’ll never forget.
TW: Food mentions, kissing, small make out moment, cuddling and doggos.
A/N: Happy 5 Months to Cry4Mina! I can’t truly cannot believe it’s been 5 months since I started posting and it’s been insane for sure but I truly enjoy it so much and I appreciate you all taking time out of your lives to read the product of my brain rot! Lmfaooooo
Fluff is not my favorite thing to write but I did enjoy getting a little lost in this one. Per @ghostykapi saying “Gib” at the mention of wanting to write Tzuyu fluff lmaoooo
Bless and thank @raainberry and @myouicieloz for helping with names/titles/helping me not go insane while attempting the fluff 🖤
Thanks for reading!
As always, DMs and asks are always open! 🖤
The silence of the office is deafening, it’s late on a Friday night and of course you’d be stuck finishing a report that your boss had gave you at right before the day ended.
“Please, have this in my inbox by midnight, Y/n. It’s very important that we get this to the clients tonight.” mocking you boss’ voice and tone as you fill in the last two boxes with the research requested.
Glancing down at your watch, it reads 8:45pm, way too late to be in this grey washed building any day, let alone a Friday.
Phone on the desk, vibrating with weather warnings that you’ve been ignoring all day. Taking just a moment to check what all the interruptions were throughout the night.
“Thunderstorm warnings…great.” typing even faster, trying to beat the rain.
A sigh of relief leaves your lips as you finish crunching numbers and send the report off to the appropriate parties.
“Finally!” Exclaimed victoriously, arms shooting up over your head to celebrate being able to leave, happy to start your weekend but also worried about driving in the storm that was about to drench the town.
Packing up your stuff, meticulously placing everything scattered across your desk in your briefcase and grabbing your blazer, not even bothering to put it on, before basically running to the elevator and slamming the “down” button.
The doors slide open, you step over the threshold only to press “Lobby” three times rapidly not willing to wait for the elevator to register that you were in a hurry.
It’s time to get out of this building.
Tapping your foot, waiting for the doors to open again so you can make your way to your car. The ding like the start of a race, taking large hurried steps through the lobby of the building and waving to the receptionist on your way out.
Automatic doors robotically opening to reveal a stormy night sky. You can see the outline of the moon behind the threat of the downpour and the scattered patter of rain from the storm that was threatening to drench the town.
“It’s going to be a rough one! Be safe on your way home.” A small velvety voice softly rings out, stopping you from taking a step down the stoned staircase towards the parking lot.
Turning to see who it was, it was the girl from the 4th floor. Tzuyu. Leaning against the stone column and seemingly annoyed but cheery enough to greet you.
Grace displayed in every move she made as she toyed with her side bag, running her fingers through her hair nervously, her eyes scanning the almost empty parking lot and then immediately looking down at her hands still tinkering with the zipper.
Tall but delicate, her long dark pin straight hair framing her face perfectly before landing elegantly on her shoulders. The black trench coat she wore was left open, allowing her business professional outfit of a pastel pink silk blouse tucked into a pencil skirt to peak through.
A polite smile that dawned on her face when she realized you weren’t going to just walk past her and wave, causing a flutter in your stomach, which would have stopped you had you not already frozen in place by her siren voice.
No wonder everyone had an innocent work place crush on her.
But why was she waiting out front?
“Thank you…Tzuyu, right?….are you okay out here? It’s late…shouldn’t you be at home too?” looking back at the sky and gesturing out, referencing the storm about to unleash its wrath on the city.
“Well, I’ve been waiting for an Uber but they keep cancelling because of the…” mimicking your gesture in a dramatic fashion, “so I’m stuck here until someone accepts the ride.” Sighing in frustration.
“How long have you been out here?” Concern riddled in your voice.
“Three hours.”
“Three hours?!” shock apparent in your tone and the facial expression you displayed, eyes wide, mouth open and brows furrowed.
Thinking about how she was usually very quiet around the office, she never really said much to anyone but when she did, it was always sweet, kind, or witty.
“Do you…want a ride?” The offer sounds shaky but still meant whole heartedly, the glimmer in her eye tells you that she knows you mean it.
“Truthfully, I was going to just walk but I won’t say no if you’re offering.” Smiling back at you, the gratefulness present in her grin.
“Well it’s about to down pour, I can’t let you walk home like this. It’s also pretty late…so it’s not entirely safe for you to do that. Come on, let’s go.” Waving her over to you so you can make way to your car and opening your passenger door for her.
“Thank you…” softly spoken to you as you got into the other side and started the car.
—
As you follow your GPS to Tzuyu’s apartment, the sky opens up. The once withheld clouds releasing their tears, engulfing everything and much like eyes full of emotion, it makes it hard to see the road in front of you.
Thankfully, most cars were off the road, the highway barren in nature, only reflecting the rain splatter and the hazy lines that were supposed to divide the lanes.
White knuckling the steering wheel and leaning forward, you squint. The blur of the road is impossible to read and it’s starting to feel unsafe. Especially with a passenger present.
“Hey, Tzuyu. I’m going to pull over, I can’t see anything and it would be a little too reckless for me to keep driving in these conditions” Pressing the brakes slowly to ensure not to hydroplane, turning the blinker on and pulling off to the side of the highway.
Pressing the button for your hazard lights, you look over at her to see her fidgeting with her fingers again. She seems nervous in her mannerisms, though still very elegant in the way she manuvers- a loud crack of thunder startles the both of you.
Both wide-eyed, you can’t help but giggle at what’s just happened. She joins you in that and before you know it, you’re both cackling at each other’s reactions to the clap of thunder.
“So, Tzuyu.” looking over at her again.
“What are you up to this weekend?” Trying to make conversation with this pretty human you hardly knew in your passenger seat.
“Well, my parents were supposed to come into town this weekend but because of the storm, they’re staying home. So my plans are kind of ruined actually. It hasn’t been the best week for me.” There’s a hint of sadness being shielded in this response, you can see it in her eyes and hear it in the infliction of her words.
“I’m really sorry to hear that.” Not really knowing what to say next to help her feel better.
“It’s okay, it’s not your fault. I just don’t really get to see them often so I was really excited…” a beat of silence follows, she takes a deep breath and goes on.
“They’ll come another weekend, we just have to find one without a huge storm.” Chuckling at what she’s said and covering her mouth trying to mask the disappointment.
“Yeah, I’m sure it’ll be soon too! I’m sure they’re just as excited to see you.” smiling at her in an attempt to offer warmth to this borderline stranger.
“Thank you, Y/n. It’s really kind of you to say that.”
This is the first time you’ve really had a chance to see her, to really see her. Her doe eyes, shy smile, witty sense of humor that poked through momentarily before getting in the car, and the vulnerability she displayed…left you a little curious about who she is, what her personality would convey to you in this impromptu adventure you found yourself on.
“What about you?” Tzuyu’s calm voice snapped you out of the curious trance you were in.
“Oh! Uhm…well I was supposed to volunteer at the local animal shelter but given this storm going through Sunday evening, I don’t think I’ll be able to now.” a small sigh leaves your chest, you always did love volunteering and playing with the dogs, as you didn’t have one of your own.
“You volunteer too? Which one?!” the excitement that spreads across her face catches you off guard, sparking that thrill in your stomach again.
“The one off this exit, actually!” pointing to the sign a couple yards in front of you.
“That’s the one I volunteer at!” Tzuyu now beaming at you with admiration.
Blinking a few times, your stomach trembles in a way that was unfamiliar, at least in reaction to her. Sure, you thought she was beautiful, but you hadn’t really had any time to get to know each other aside from small greetings here and there. This was the first time you really had a chance to speak with her.
Heart beating a little faster as you watch her remove her jacket, revealing toned arms, and place it over her lap so she can rotate in the passenger seat to face you. Leaning back against the door and getting comfortable, she catches you looking at her.
The blush that washed over her cheeks flustered you, a warm boil in your stomach overturning all other emotions, a glimmering shimmer ascended from your bones that soaked into your muscles, causing them to tense and contract under the curiosity you had for the beautiful woman sitting in front of you.
Tzuyu giggled at your react, seeing your face turn red and you look down to avoid her eye contact.
A small rumble interrupted the attempted transformation into awkward silence. Grabbing your stomach realizing you hadn’t eaten since before you clocked in, at 8am. Looking down to view your hand shielding your torso, your eyes raise to Tzuyu, who was smiling back at you with her hand covering her mouth, covering the expression that was still being screamed through the her eyes.
“I’m hungry myself. There is a 24 hour diner around the corner from the shelter. Do you want to try to make it there? I bet they’re open.” repressing a giggle before looking down to try and keep her composure.
“We might be able to make it there.” clicking the hazard buttons off and carefully pulling onto the highway again, making sure to carefully steer and keep a moderate speed that wouldn’t be too dangerous.
—
The bell on the door jingles abruptly, startling the hostess who fell asleep at the podium, unwilling to blame her for the snooze. Rain always makes you tired and it’s not like the place is lively. Empty seats fill the room, so does the horrid song from the early 2000’s playing in the background.
Dripping wet from running from the car, you look to your right and see Tzuyu standing there, completely soaked. Curling up into her self to try and preserve some body heat, it would seem.
“Table for two, please” the hostess looks at you, then Tzuyu, then back at you and just nods her head, grabbing two menus and setting off to the first table next to her. She placed them at the table before silently walking back to the podium and sitting down again.
You pull the chair out for Tzuyu, this catches her by surprise and she thanks you graciously. Heart soaring as you find your seat across from her. She looks down at the menu, blinks a few times, and then scoots it off to the side.
“I know what I’m going to get, what about you?” curiosity or inquiring on whether or not you were ready to order? Are you overthinking this? *Yes.*
“Hmmmm…well I always order the same thing, so I think I’ll switch it up a bit.” pensively staring at the menu and giving the idea you’re going over it with a fine toothed comb.
“What do you normally get?” There is the curiosity you were just questioning.
“Waffles with strawberries.” placing the menu down on top of Tzuyu’s discarded one on the other side of the table.
“Oh wow, okay…are we the same person? Or is this just a very weird coincidence that we volunteer at the same place and have the same order at the diner that we both go to frequently…?” completely in shock about the other details that have surfaced, realizing that you might have more in common that you have previously expected, even if it’s a small thing.
It’s something to hold onto.
A waitress walks up and stands next to the table, this one you were unfamiliar with. She’s not the one here on the days you stop by while on this side of town for volunteering. Looking up and offering her a smile, she doesn’t acknowledge it and just simply pulls her pen out from behind her ear, licks the ballpoint, and stares at you as if waiting for something.
“Oh, uhm….okay, Two orders of waffles, One with strawberries and one with blue berries and 2 cups of hot coffee, please!” The waitress nods at you, writing down some shortened version of what was said, before snatching the menu’s off the table and prancing into the kitchen.
Twiddling your thumbs while taking in the atmosphere of the place you usually frequent during the day, the warm lighting was pleasant even in the wake of the storm clashing down outside. Yellowed walls from the years of the building being open covered in themed art based off of “Route 66.”
Street signs, a wagon wheel, maps of the desert, pictures of vintage cars, you name it - haphazardly sprawled on the walls in a nonsensical manner. It always was something that made you giggle as there was hardly any sense to the interior design of this place, but you enjoyed the food either way.
Eyes shifting back to Tzuyu, who was now shivering in her seat, smiled up at you through chattering teeth. Watching her as she rubbed her arms for warmth, her hair still dripping from the mere seconds of rain you experienced (an ode to how hellish it was).
You stood up, hastily.
Her eyes followed you, watching as you took your blazer off to reveal a perfectly dry black button down. She gazed up at you, watching as you undid your cufflinks and started unbuttoning your shirt.
“Take your jacket off.” stated as you reveal the undershirt you were wearing under your work shirt, untucking it as you pulled it off.
“Excuse me?” Tzuyu, confused and wondering if she should be upset, halfway glares at you for the statement.
“Oh! Gosh, no. Uhm, I’m trying to help you be more comfortable and your jacket is soaking wet. Let me hang it on the back of the chair for you and you can wear this instead.” handing her the shirt that was thick and dry.
“Oh…” She stands, removing her jacket in what appeared to you to be slow motion. Excitement returns, finding its place in your stomach as you help her out of her jacket and into your shirt. Nervousness taking over your limbs as you shake, hiding it from her.
She doesn’t need to know that you’re feeling this way…that you’re attracted to her.
Sitting down again, Tzuyu has already stopped shivering and can’t seem to hold eye contact with you. A little unnerved, you try to make small talk to quiet the new sensations you were experiencing.
“So, ho-”
“Thank you.” interrupted by the stunning girl sitting in front of you, you can’t even mad at the sudden disruption of the question you were about to ask her.
“What?”
“Well, today has been kind of not by best day at all. I got stuck at the office, the storm outside, the lack of a ride home, my parents not coming to visit, and the you show up and fix almost every single one of those problems…I mean, you even gave me your shirt because I was cold…” her cheeks flush a lovely rose color.
“It’s really no trouble at all.” quietly from your side of the table, what was she implying here?
“This is really making my day, so thank you…seriously.”
“I’m glad that I can contribute to you having a good day, Tzu.” Sides of your mouth pulling up to offer a small smile, now feeling like you’re on the spot - you don’t really know what to do with yourself.
“Here you are, blueberry for you” a plate heavily placed down on the table and slid against the glassed wood that was heavily tarnished from years of the same movement.
“And strawberry for you.” the waitress repeats the movement and slides the fruit drenched waffles in front of Tzuyu before turning around and jogging to get the coffee she freshly made for the two of you.
“Do y’all need any cream? Sugar?” shouted back to the table from behind the “bar.”
“Yes, please!” Tzuyu now cutting her waffles before melting a slab of butter on them and then drenching them in syrup.
The waitress brings the packed of sugar and cream over with the two mugs and the pot of coffee, setting the entire tray down before stepping away and leaving the both of you to your breakfast.
Glancing down at the two mugs, you reach over and grab one.
“How do you take your coffee?” looking up at Tzuyu to see her plopping a syrup coated strawberry in her mouth and trying to chew it quickly so she can answer your question.
“Two sugars and a dash of cream, usually.” reaching out to take the mug from you, you swiftly move it just out of reach from her.
Setting it down just out of reach, she stops what she’s doing and watches you take the sugar packets and shake them so all of it piles up at the bottom of the thin paper before you rip them open.
“You better keep eating” scolding her playfully without looking up. A soft shy giggle is heard through the spoon mixing the sugar around, waiting for it to dissolve in the heat of the liquid before introducing the cool cream to the mixture.
Lifting the mug off the table, you hand it to Tzuyu, hands brushing as you pass the mug. The softness of her hands relaxes you, contemplating what it would be like to hold them.
Snapping out of that thought, you proceed to make your own coffee. She takes a sip of hers and nods her head at the warmth and flavor. She watches you tentatively, noticing the two packets of sugar, noticing the same amount of cream…
“Another thing in common?” taking another bite of the waffles, as you dressed yours the way you enjoyed.
“I actually prefer iced coffee but I wanted to know what your order tasted like.” sipping from the mug and making a face at the flavor.
Tzuyu reaches out and smacks your arm jovially, giggling at the playfulness you possessed when interacting with her.
“It’s just okay. It’s not sweet enough.” poking fun at her now before taking a massive bite of the blueberry waffles.
“Hey!” reaching over to push you lightly.
She hasn’t stopped smiling since the two of you sat down, not that it was an issue…her smile lit up the room, able to lift anyone’s mood, and add a warmth to the dreary night.
Gathering a helping of the blueberries on your plate, along with piece of the doughy fluff on your plate, you take your first bite.
“Oh, you HAVE to try the blueberries!” speaking with your mouthful in excitement of how delicious and sweet they were.
Scooping a few up on your fork with the waffle and the syrup, you lift it up to her mouth and she instinctually takes the bite with no hesitation.
A small amount of syrup dribbled down her chin. You reach for a napkin and lick the corner of it, placing your free hand on the side of her cheek, you carefully wipe the droplet from her chin before turning your attention back to your food.
She’s a few chews deep when both of you realize the intimate moment you have just had with each other.
A flash of heat radiates from you internally, embarrassed at the romantic nature of the action, you look down at your lap - fearful of what the response would be.
“I’m sorry, I know you could’ve done that yo-”
“Don’t worry about it…I took it from you, didn’t I? I leaned into it…didn’t I?” batting her dreamy eyes at you, if you weren’t already sitting down - you would’ve needed to.
Suddenly very aware of everything touching your skin, the air in your lungs, and the sweet flavor of the berries that resonated on your tongue. It’s hard to ignore the signs that you were developing a crush on her, and very afraid of overstepping and scaring her off.
Stop.
Freeze this moment, hold onto the memory and remember it fondly later. The smile, to sweet words, the comfortability. It was unlike anything you’ve ever felt. No need to fear, this is happening naturally.
A film in development, a polaroid in waiting - comparable to what was happening right before both of your eyes.
“So why were you at the office so late today?” sipping the coffee you made for her, humming into the warmth of it, and grabbing her fork to sneak another blueberry or two from your plate.
Tzuyu is leaning in closer to you, elbows on the table and one hand other her chin, the other toying with the fruit on your plate. Sneaking a strawberry from hers, you continue on:
“Well…” letting out a sigh that rang true to how annoyed you were at the day you had.
“My boss sent me a report that needed to be finished by midnight tonight to be sent over to the shareholders overseas…at 4:30pm…when I normally clock out around 5-5:30pm.” rolling your eyes at the though, before glancing down at your watch to see it was 10:18pm already.
“Jeez, that was very inconsiderate of her…especially on a Friday when there’s a huge storm brewing outside.” another sip of her coffee, another blueberry stolen, another shy look through her long eyelashes, another moment to secretly swoon over her.
The comfort that you feel in her presence is…different.
Different in a good way, you were still nervous but not to the same degree. There was a safety here, you knew she wasn’t going to judge you and the anxious was more of an excitement than a fight or flight moment.
Taking the last bite of your waffle, you let a few more of the blueberries fall off onto the plate and watched her as she snagged her fork again, sneaking two and leaving the last two for you. Smiling at the gesture, you pop them into your mouth and enjoy the sweetness from both sides.
“It doesn’t look like the rain has stopped much.” glancing out the window and seeing the waterfall of rainwater cascading off the roof and into the parking lot.
“At least we are full now. I’m going to run to the bathroom and then I’ll be good to brace the storm again.” Tzuyu stands as she speaks, wrapping herself tightly in the button down to keep herself from shivering as she walks to the back of the diner.
Peacefully watching the rainfall down, sipping the warm coffee and waiting for her return, you gloss over everything that’s happened this evening.
Being trapped with a pretty woman in your car, not being able to see while driving, getting to this diner and finding out that she was actually really sweet and that you had a lot in common, the flutter returns once more. Tickling your already full stomach with even more comfort and calmness than you could express. A shit day turned into a lovely evening with someone very unexpected.
Flagging down the waitress to get the bill, she waves your hand down.
“Your friend already took care of it! Have a lovely night!”
Confused, you look up and see Tzuyu coming back from the bathroom with a big smile painted across her face.
“Why did you do that? I was goin-”
“You saved my day and you’re giving me a ride home, the least I could do was pay for dinner or…breakfast?” giggling as she continued to the table to grab the rest of her things.
“Besides, I ate your blueberries.” winking at you before grabbing her jacket and putting it on again. It was semi-dry now, but still damp enough to give her a small shiver.
“Fine, but next time, let me take care of it.” lightheartedly frowning at her.
“Stay here, I’m going to pull the car around so it’s not as wet for you this time around.” You stepped towards the door, buttoning your blazer up and trying to shield yourself from the rain you were about to encounter again.
Bolting out the door before Tzuyu could protest, you hop in the car and turn it on. Flipping your hair over your shoulder to get it out of your face, you pull out of the parking spot and pull up to the door as close as possible to insure maximum dryness in the human you were about to drive home.
She runs from the front doors to the passenger side of your car and hops in, much drier than before. Taking a second to wipe the excess water from her face, she looks over at you and scrunches her nose and furrows her brows.
“Next time?”
“What?”
“You said next time…so next time you’re buying?” so soft it could’ve just been a breath, you can see her hands shaking as she utters the words, she’s nervous again.
“Yes, next time…unless you’d prefer we didn’t do this again?” pursing your lips and checking in to see if that was something she was interested in.
“Well, I think I’d enjoy it more if it wasn’t…you know…violently storming.” gesturing towards the windshield at the obvious damper on your….hang out?
“I think we can make that happen.”
—
Light conversation fills the slow moving car as you make your way to Tzuyu’s apartment. Talks of what you guys would do the next time you hung out and if you should start volunteering at the animal shelter at the same time got you excited about what was sparking between the two of you.
You can’t help but wonder if she’s just as excited as you are.
Pulling off the highway again, you notice it’s unusually dark. The street lights are dim, the traffic lights are flashing and the buildings don’t have any life in them at all. Pitch darkness covers the once bustling area with lifelessness and dew drops.
“Is it always this dark over here?” concern is very present, as you never know what’s lurking in the dark.
“No…I think the power is out…it’s always well lit. I wonder how long it’s been out for…my dogs are probably so anxious and it’s so hot too. I hope they’re alright without the A/C.” Tzuyu starts picking at her fingers, noticeably anxious at the thoughts she was having.
Before your brain could even understand the thoughts you were having, you blurted out:
“Why don’t you pack a bag and come stay with me for the night? You can bring the pups too, of course.” eyed widening when you hear what you just said, you look over at her and see that she has a reaction that is…good?
“Really?”
“Yeah, why not? I’ve got air conditioning and I’d love to have some puppy’s around since we won’t be able to volunteer this weekend…I mean, if you want to…if you’re comforta-“
“I’d love to.” softly spoken with a very small, very gentle smile across her face.
Pulling up to the building she pointed out as her apartment complex, you offer to come up and help her gather things she might need for the night. Dog food, their leashes, and a bag of her necessities but she politely declines.
“Don’t worry, I’ll be quick!” as she hops out of the passenger seat and runs inside, meanwhile you’re just enjoying the view.
—
It wasn’t long before she returned with bag in hand and two cute dogs following her. Luckily, there was a break in the rain so the dogs had time to use the bathroom before hoping into the car.
Tzuyu wiped their feet off with a hand towel she had ready before unleashing them into the back seat.
Shy at first, the dogs are seemingly a little timid in their approach to you. Not really knowing how to interact since this is the first meeting.
Rotating in your seat to face them, you stick your hand out very slowly, palm up so they can sniff and decide on their own if they want to be touched or not.
“Helloooo puppies! It’s nice to meet yo-…wait, what are their names?” looking over at Tzuyu for the answer.
“This one is Kaya and this one is Butter.” pointing them out one at a time and giving the closest one to her a little head pat.
“Hi hi hi!” showing excitement in your most bestest baby voice to get them to see you were excited to meet them, they were very quick to return the excitement.
Butter jumped over the center console and ended up on your lap, Kaya finding her way to Tzuyu’s before standing on her back legs to look out the window. Continuing to talk to Butter in a baby voice, you give pats and scritches, toying with her big ears and giving her every ounce of attention you could before she curled up and got comfortable on your lap.
Eyes on you as you softly coo and pet the tired dog’s head gently, the feeling of being watched overshadowed by the care and attentiveness you were giving to the usually anxious dog in front of you.
“I’ve never seen her calm down so quickly…even for me…wow” petting Kaya as the dog scans out the window - seemingly on guard.
“Really?”
Tzuyu just nods her head at you, looking into your eyes, you see a glint of something…feeling your heart strings play a song you’ve never heard, you watch as the corners of her mouth lift in a very miniscule way. It would’ve gone unnoticed had you not been sneakily trying to take in every detail of her tonight.
Feeling your body start to lean towards her, Tzuyu seems to have the same idea- leaning into you slight before both of you catch yourselves. Straightening up a little and trying to brush it off as nothing, you turning your head back to the road and grip the steering wheel.
“Uhm…you ready?” the sweat on your palms would be visible, if you were willing to let go long enough to look.
“Yes, I’ve got everything me and the girls will need for the night.” there’s a drop in her pitch, a snag in her tone…did she want you to make a move?
Putting the car into drive and heading to the highway again, you make your way to your apartment. The rain gradually picking back up as you pull into your parking garage and whip into your assigned spot.
—
Helping Tzuyu, you grabbed her bag for the night and her purse, letting her carry your two new furry friends as they were obviously more comfortable with their owner than they would be with you.
Hands full, you fumble for your keys. Nervous was an accurate description of what you were feeling, not really expecting to have guests but happy that she agreed to come. You were enjoying the time you were spending with her and weren’t really ready for it to be over.
“After you.” gesturing her and the pups into your apartment with a smile before you stepped in, closing the door behind you.
Kicking off your shoes and walking over to the couch, you toss the bags on the cushion and remove your blazer, hanging it up in the closet next to the door. Tzuyu still has your button down on, holding the dogs and looking like she isn’t really sure what to do as she scans the living room, taking in the pictures on the wall and the setup of the furniture as she places the dogs down on.
“Please, make yourself at home! I’m going to change into something more comfortable. There is a half bathroom to your right, if you’d like to do the same…I’ll be right back.” the clattering of dog nails on your hardwood floors makes you smile, bringing a warmth to your house that you hadn’t felt before.
The tapping gets closer, looking down to see who it was…Butter seems to be following you.
“Alright, girl come on. You can come with me!” leaning down to scratch her head before you and your four-legged shadow go to your bedroom.
Leaving the door ajar, just incase Butter decides she wants to leave, you slip out of your work clothes and toss them in the laundry hamper before snagging your favorite pair of sweatpants and a cropped tank top - just trying to be as comfortable as possible after being drenched by the downpour that was now re-opening up outside.
Butter just sits and watches, waiting for you. Unable to help yourself, you coo and talk to her in the “puppy voice.” She wags her tail back at you and barks a few times, playfully. She suddenly zooms, pushing the door open with her snout and barreling into the living room.
Taking the small moment of alone time to brush your hair out, untangling it and throwing it into a messy bun. A deep breath fills your lungs as you prepare to step out into the living room again. Grabbing a massive fleece king sized blanket out of the closet and a few pillows, you step back into the living room - completely blocked by fabric and fluff.
The dogs start barking at you, cautioning the mass of blanket walking towards them - Tzuyu is laughing at them for causing such a scene when they were just fawning over you.
“I know it’s late already, but we both had coffee so I was wondering if maybe you’d want to watch a movie or something. I know it’s going to take the dogs a minute to get settled…and I did so happen to get a bottle of wine the other day if you wanted to have a glass or two with me while we watched something…if you want…that is…” plopping the blankets down on the recliner that was next to the couch that Tzuyu already was seated on.
She did take the opportunity to change into something more casual and comfortable. A black cropped hoodie and some light gray sweatpants. Seems like she had a similar idea to you. Even with her sitting down, you could see the outline of her abs.
Swallowing heavily, you avert your eyes, trying not to stare…she was just so pretty and so easy to be around…great conversations and the way that she was just so graceful…*Wait wait wait*, don’t get ahead of yourself. You don’t even know if she is feeling the same way.
“Yes, that sounds great! What kind of movies do you like?” She shouts while watching you walk to the kitchen to get a few wine glasses, a cork screw, and the bottle you previously mentioned.
“It’s your pick! Whatever you want!” sliding back into the living room on the hardwood, socks allowing the slip of the wood to coast you to your destination with ease.
“Don’t do that with so much in your hands!” Tzuyu’s arms raise, ready to catch you if you fall.
“You’ve got glass and a sharp corkscrew! What if you fell?” She stands, taking the glasses and corkscrew from you and placing them on the coffee table before putting her hands on her hips and cocking her eyebrow.
“Awh, come on, I was just having fun!” poking at her for being such a stick in the mud.
Tzuyu sighs, shaking her head slightly before taking her seat on the couch, picking up the corkscrew again, sneaking the bottle from your hands and opening it herself.
“Tzuyu, I promise I won’t do it again.” Halfway whined from you as you plop next to her.
“Good.” Handing you the glass of wine she just poured, smiling about getting her way before pouring herself a glass and recorking the bottle.
The thunder claps outside, scaring both of you and the dogs. Barking at the loud sound, they run and jump up on the couch, cowering behind the two of you.
“Awh, babies! Don’t you worry, your Mom and I will keep you safe, okay? Okay.” scratching behind Butter’s ear, Kaya picking Tzuyu to hide behind.
A glimpse, that’s all it was, from the corner of your eye - Tzuyu was staring at you…hands on her chin, small smile on her lips…and that glimmer in her eyes.
Turning your head to face her, she quickly snapped out of it. Unwilling to show you what you’ve already seen, unable to be so forward with what her body language was already telling you.
“So what movie do you want to watch?” another crack of thunder and the brightest bolt of lightening you ever seen, followed by a very loud pop, the power surges and flickers out completely.
You sit in shock…the whole point of her and the dogs being here was to get out of the powerlessness of her own apartment, but now she was in yours…with her dogs…and no power.
“Did you hear that? The pop?” Tzuyu shakes her head yes in response to your question.
“That was the transformer…so…they’ll have to replace it before we get power back on…” the annoyance woven in the words as you spoke them.
She erupts in a fit of laughter, unable to contain it. Her giggle lights a fire in you, boiling your stomach and melting you from the inside you.
The way she covers her mouth when she laughs, the way she’s leaning back and smacking her knees…the infectious sounds pull the giggling right out of you, unable to stop yourself from joining her.
“Oh, that’s too funny! I was wondering when that would happen. “ wiping the tears out from under her eyes.
“What do you mean?” confused at the statement.
“Well…look at how stormy it is outside. It was likely the power was going to go out. Don’t you think?” Tzuyu gestures at the window, the pitch dark lit up by random flashes of lightening and the rumbling of the winds clashing together.
“Wait…so you knew my power was going to go out here too and you still came?” even more confused.
“Yeah, why wouldn’t I? It was a sweet offer and I’m having fun with you…how does “Spirited Away” sound?” using her phone as a flash light and going over to her bag to pull out an iPad.
Tzuyu flips open the case of her tablet and sets it up on the coffee table, taking a swig of the wine and getting the movie pulled up as she sits next to you. You’re a little awe struck, unable to understand what was happening in front of you.
“Everything okay?” leaning back and putting her arm on the back of the couch so it was almost around you, you’re facing her with one leg folded in front of you.
Sipping your wine, you set the glass down on the table and return to your previous position but this time, you rest your head on your hand. Soaking her in as she does the same to you, grinning at you a she takes a sip of her own wine.
Very unprepared for what happens next, Tzuyu reaches over and places her hand on your arm. Shockwaves blast through your nervous system, causing your body to clench and release under her touch.
The place where her hand sits on you burns in the best way, an ache that makes you want to curl up with her in the middle of this storm and just enjoy this time together.
“Why don’t you go and grab some candles and that blanket and come sit closer?” Her tone is…attractive.
Tzuyu sets her glass down on the table placed next to the couch, licking her lips to get the wine flavor off them and scooting into the corner, leaving space between the two of you.
Your insides are absolutely screaming, candles? Movie? Wine? Intentionally coming over even though she knew the power was going to go out? Was this…a date? Was she…flirting?
Quickly doing as you’re asked, grabbing the massive blanket and throwing it over top of her lap and going into the kitchen to grab a few candles.
You place them on the coffee table and light them with your emergency matches before sitting next to her on the couch.
Butter and Kaya jump up and find there spots in you and Tzuyu’s lap, she hits play and the movie starts. Her arm present on the back of the couch, you’re tempted to scoot all the way into her…temptation wasn’t enough to get you to do so.
There wasn’t enough proof it was what she wanted and you were way too nervous to act on the impulse of cuddling Tzuyu.
Fighting the urge to hold her hand, kiss her, innocently touch her arm all night, you can’t just…do it, what if she isn’t into it? The comfort of her presence was going to have to be enough for now.
The thought are interrupted by a soft hand on your shoulder, pulling you in closer to Tzuyu until your body’s were anchored together. You interweave your fingers together shyly, being so soft and slow with the movements as if you were sneaking affection.
Face turning towards her to seek permission, after the hands are already entwined, you are met with her face - mere centimeters from yours.
Time stops.
Her nose grazes against yours.
Nothing else matters.
“Is this okay?” whispered to you while her eyes flicker between your lips and your lashes, searching for signs in your body language.
Nodding your head so softly, had she not been that close to you, she might not have noticed.
Your eyes dance with hers, the tango of anticipation for what was coming.
Suddenly, Tzuyu leans in and connects your mouths together in the softest, sweetest, and gentle kiss.
Fireworks.
Heart beat booming to the sparks of what was being created, the foundation of something more being built right before your very eyes.
Parting briefly for a moment, she looks at you and takes in your features, she lets you watch her do it this time.
She strokes your cheek with the backside of her pointer finger, tracing the lines of your cheekbones and moving her eyes back to your lips.
“Was that still oka-” before she can even finish the sentence, your lips are together again. Initiating something a little more passionate, bringing your hands up to cup her face and leaning further into her.
Her hands find their place on your forearms, holding them delicately while allowing you to take the lead. Fingers wandering back to entangle in her hair, you graze your tongue over her bottom lip, asking permission to take it one step farther.
Her next movement showed she consented, bringing her hands to the back of your next and allowing your tongues to meet. Innocently exploring each other, the movements gain speed as you feel like you’re ascending into heaven.
The satisfying ache of your bones drenched in honey, a thickness that could only be described as a sugary, sappy substance flooded your veins and made you instantly addicted to her.
A grandiose crescendo in the movie brings you both back down to the couch, snapping you back to the present, reminding you that this was just the first time you hung out…it was not the time to push it further than it needed to go. Pecking her lips a few times before resting your head on her shoulder, innocently.
Her heart beat is loud enough to be heard, you grab her arm and pull it around you, stretching out across the couch so you both can lay down together.
Her dogs on your laps, you in her arms, her favorite movie playing and the storm outside. All too comfortable and relaxing for the two of you.
You fight your eyes for a while, trying to combat the sleep as it fought for your attention and ultimately lose the battle.
—
The slow build of rain peacefully wakes you, drifting you out of the dreamless sleep, you let out a groan and stretch for a moment, rolling over on the couch and curling up in the blanket that was noticeably missing someone.
The tapping of claws on the floor and panting first thing in the early hours of the day were lovely, even half asleep.
The dogs are jumping on you, licking your fresh morning face and trying to get some love and affection.
“Hi hi hi!” in your groggy sleeping voice.
“Where is your mother? Where did she go?” puppy voice returning while you stand up and survey the room, noticing that the oven clock was blinking so the power was back on, and Tzuyu was nowhere in sight.
Well she had to be coming back, right? I mean the dogs are here, she wouldn’t just leave the-
The door cracks open very softly. A hooded figure steps in with a take out bag in hand, rain drops coating the water resistant jacket that was a little too familiar, and closes the door gently behind them. Taking their shoes off softly, before pulling the hood off…Tzuyu.
“Good Morning, I went out to the diner down the street to get us some breakfast! I thought it might be a nice way to celebrate the power coming back on and our first…uhm…well..” hesitating to say what you both knew it was.
“…Date?” finishing her sentence, smiling at her as you made your way up to her, wrapping your arms around her neck.
Tzuyu places her hands on your hips, slowly inching them around your waist so she can fully press her body on yours, lays a soft peck on your cheek.
Releasing you, on a mission to find your coffee stash and get a pot started for the two of you.
“What did you get for breakfast?” sitting down on the stool in front of the counter, rubbing your eyes to try and remove the sleep from them.
“Waffles. One order of blueberry, one order of strawberry. I figure we could go halfs-ies on them.” pursing her lips, folding her arms across her chest and tapping her cheek with her pointer finger.
“…and miss you trying to sneak blueberries off my plate? Not a chance.” smirking at her, knowing this wouldn’t be the last moment you brought up her blueberry thievery.
Tzuyu winks at you, before going back into her deep thought.
Unconsciously admiring her pensive face, you let her ponder for a moment. Taking in the way she shifts her weight from one leg to another, the way she hums while she thinks as if she’s talking to herself, and how she seemingly doesn’t want to ask for help locating whatever she’s looking for.
Gosh, she’s so cute.
“Whatcha looking for?” coming up behind her, sliding your hand over the small of her back. You feel her shiver under your touch before she leans into it.
“Plates.”
“Are you trying to guess what cabinet they are in?” teasing her before lightheartedly turning her face towards yours, kissing her and whispering, “Top left, over the sink.” With another swift peck on her lips and you’re off to the other side of the kitchen to get 2 cups of coffee for the both of you.
Bringing both mugs back, placing one in front of her on your way to your own seat, she’s already got the plates divided up and is waiting for you to sit and get comfortable before she starts to eat.
Breakfast together was fun, asking about favorites - movies, music, colors, animals, hobbies and just learning different things about each other, with the occasional blueberry stolen from your plate. You made sure to share, with the dogs too.
Plain blueberries, of course.
Sitting there for a good few hours before feeding the dogs their actual food and moving back to the couch, you spend the majority of the day wrapped up in each other, the blanket just adding to the coziness of your newly found crush.
“Well, it’s getting late…” Tzuyu says when the clock hits 8pm.
She stands up, the storm still ever present outside. Getting a ride in this would be impossible.
“I should probably go.”
“You know you don’t have to! It’s still storming really badly out there…and I am very much enjoying your company.” looking up at her from the comfort of your couch.
Reaching out to grab her hand, you hold her by a few of her fingers and look up at her to find eyes of someone who most definitely did not want to leave.
“I don’t want to intrude…” Tzuyu looks at the floor, waiting for you to combat her sentence, knowing you would.
You stand up, her vision following you as tou step in front of her.
You look her in the eyes, bringing your hands up to tug on hem of her cropped shirt innocently, brushing her stomach with the back of your hand while you toy with the cloth.
“You’re not. I want you to stay.” toying with the strings of her hoodie while you shyly tell her to stay with you another night.
“Are you sure? I really don’t want to impose…you’ve already put me up for a night.” giggling at her own comment, before she meets your completely serious face.
“ I want you to stay. If you don’t want to stay, then you don’t have to. I want you to be comfortable. I’m okay with whatever you decide…it is storming pretty heavily outside though and I want you to be safe.”
Tzuyu beams at you, taking her seat on the couch again and ushering you over to her. You oblige, finding your new favorite spot. In her arms.
“Hey, I was thinking…” she starts to ask.
“Would you want to go to dinner with me next weekend? Maybe we could go to the shelter together and then go get dinner afterwards?” her voice shakes, nervousness looks really cute on her.
“I’ll have to check my schedule…” poking fun at her, smirking while you did it.
“I’d love if you could pencil me in.” snapping back at you with the same amount of playfulness.
“I’d love to.” snuggling into her, flipping the TV on while the storm raged outside.
You hand Tzuyu the remote, letting her pick what you watch. She chooses some documentary about animals for background noise, both of you are too busy wrapped in each other and watching the storm to care about what’s on the tv.
It was easy to drift off into a mid-afternoon nap in the comfort of her, feeling so safe and cared for while she runs her fingers through your hair…you’ll have to remember to thank your boss the following Monday for that stupid report.
Pairing: Jiu x Fem!Reader (& some Yoohyeon x Fem!Reader)
Warnings / Misc. – Fluff, Angst, Smut, Mentions of violence, etc.
Word Count: 33,401 (grab a snack)
Synopsis: Jiu – a married heiress and product of the centuries old, successful dynasty of Kims – finds herself in need of a new personal maid following the sudden departure of her previous one. When opportunity arises and brings Y/N L/N – a stubborn, working class citizen with a hatred for her less than ideal circumstances – to her doorstep, how will they deal with the fallout?
Disclaimer: This writing is a work of fiction, and no disrespect is meant for those mentioned herein.
A/N: Hey everyone! Here’s my first Dreamcatcher fic. I hope you enjoy! :)
💖 Happy Reading 🌹
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Blood trickled down the side of your father’s hand, shining crimson in the subtle flicker of candlelight. A makeshift weapon – some mangled piece of metal, resembling a shiv – cut into his skin slightly, due to the force of his grip on it.
His weight was shifted to one foot, keeping him prepared to strike if need be; with the front door of your home slightly ajar, he craned his neck enough to communicate with the guards on the other side. His thumb rubbed the handle of the blade in rhythmic strokes… one, two … keeping his breathing in check. Appearing suspicious was a death sentence, and he knew that; so, he patiently waited for the opportunity to make a move.
In an eerie flash of black suits and gloves, the men pushed their way inside.
They came to loom over your family members with piercing gazes, staring holes into them. Tension was thick in the room, nearly suffocating. Each second was an hour as the interrogation they started dragged on, only increasing the chance of impulsivity on both sides. Glancing eyes were a silent challenge, the twitch of a finger was a call to arms.
At the center of it all, surrounded in more ways than you even knew at the time, was you. Had you known then how drastically your life would change, maybe you’d have done things differently.
Maybe you would have started running after that first knock.
— 𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚ every piece of me holds parts of you ⊹ sana minatozaki
⊹ ࣪ ˖ synopsis sana, a very popular, pretty and sweet girl, is the top student at a famous university. you, an exchanged student, comes to this college, without knowing that you’re going to turn sana's whole life upside down in the best possible way
⊹ ࣪ ˖ disclaimer student! sana minatozaki x student! fem! reader, wlw, fluff, mention of fight, jealousy (got slightly inspired by friendly rivalry)
Sana Minatozaki was the kind of girl stories were written about
every hallway in the college echoed her name. straight A+ student. campus darling. smiling angel. even professors couldn’t help but light up when she spoke. she was stunning — flawless long hair, glowing skin, soft voice — and her presence was like sunshine bottled up in a girl
she was polite to everyone, helped even the laziest students with patience, and somehow still looked like she stepped out of a magazine. boys followed her like shadows, dreaming of being the one to catch her eye
but she never said yes
not once
the first day you arrived, you could already feel the weight of eyes on you. new student, fresh from another city. your transfer had sparked curiosity, and you gently declined every attempt at conversation. you wasn’t here to entertain questions or rumors — you just wanted a quiet, clean slate
you walked into class, choosing a seat next to the window — two empty desks in the back row. you liked being close to the light
the moment you sat, silence followed. you looked up, confused. why was everyone staring like you kicked a puppy?
then, you saw her
Sana
she entered like a dream dressed in your uniform, the sunlight catching her hair just right. she saw you. you saw her. her cheeks pinked — seriously pinked — and when she smiled, it felt like your heart tried to leap out of your chest
she walked over
she sat next to you
a breath ran through the room like wind before a storm
“hi,” she said, voice soft and sweet. “i’m Sana. you must be Y/N, right? i’ve heard about you”
she had heard of you?
you were barely able to form a response, her eyes locking onto yours like you were something important. “hum, yeah, that’s me,” you said, flustered. “by the way, you look very pretty”
it was like watching sunlight ripple across water — her face flushed from her neck to her ears. she blushed like it was the first time she’d ever heard it. you knew then — this girl doesn’t react to boys like this
the teacher walked in, breaking the moment. introduced you. but your heart was already tangled with the girl beside you
over the weeks, you both became inseparable. you studied in the library, had movie marathons with popcorn and fuzzy blankets, shared whispered stories under the stars on her rooftop. she smiled differently when she was with you — softer, freer
it didn’t take long to notice
people stared as sana and you walked side-by-side. whispers grew behind your backs. Sana, who was once alone at lunch, now waited for you by your locker : every. day.
you also noticed another thing : no one had ever been this close to her. not the way you were. not this constant, quiet kind of closeness that bled into sleepovers and shared hoodies and brushing her bangs from her eyes at 2AM.
but it wasn’t all smiles
a girl in your class — sharp-eyed, always watching — wasn't thrilled
one day, during lunch, you were alone on the bench near the courtyard. Sana had been called away by a teacher. the girl approached you, eyes cold, mouth curled in disdain
“you know,” she said, arms crossed, “it’s pretty obvious she’s in love with you”
your stomach twisted
“she’s never looked at anyone like that. It’s pathetic.” her voice dropped. “you don’t deserve her”
before you could respond, she flung her juice across your uniform. cold. sticky. sharp gasps rang around you two
you stood frozen
then — a scream
not yours
Sana’s hand had tangled in the girl’s hair, yanking it so hard she cried out in pain. “touch her again,” she hissed, voice low and ice-cold, “and i swear you’ll regret it”
the air dropped ten degrees
everyone stared in horror. this wasn’t sweet, angelic Sana
this was someone furious, someone protective
the girl ran
Sana turned to you, and in an instant, her expression melted. her eyes softened like warm tea on a rainy day. she gently took your hand
“you should change,” she whispered
inside the girls’ changing room, she shut the door behind you two. her fingers fumbled with the buttons of my soaked shirt, helping you out of it. her eyes tried to stay respectful, but you saw it — the flicker. that pause
“Sana…” you whispered
“i was so angry,” she said quietly. “she hurt you. and she was right”
your heart skipped
“i’ve been in love with you,” she breathed, voice trembling, “since the moment you sat in that seat. and i hated how scared i was to admit it”
before you could respond, her lips crashed into yours. and you kissed her back — hungry, desperate, like you had waited years. her hands were warm against your waist, her breath soft, her mouth tasting like strawberry lip balm and fire
she pulled away, breathless
“i love you,” she whispered again. “i don’t want to hide it anymore”
you smiled, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “you don’t have to. i love you too”
she kissed you again — tender this time, soft as spring. then she helped you change, teasing, complimenting, biting her lip like she couldn’t believe you were real
before she left, she pressed a last kiss to your cheek. “let’s keep it between us, for now”
when she walked out, she wore her usual sweet smile, but when she looked at you?
— 𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚ every piece of me holds parts of you ⊹ sana minatozaki
⊹ ࣪ ˖ synopsis sana, a very popular, pretty and sweet girl, is the top student at a famous university. you, an exchanged student, comes to this college, without knowing that you’re going to turn sana's whole life upside down in the best possible way
⊹ ࣪ ˖ disclaimer student! sana minatozaki x student! fem! reader, wlw, fluff, mention of fight, jealousy (got slightly inspired by friendly rivalry)
Sana Minatozaki was the kind of girl stories were written about
every hallway in the college echoed her name. straight A+ student. campus darling. smiling angel. even professors couldn’t help but light up when she spoke. she was stunning — flawless long hair, glowing skin, soft voice — and her presence was like sunshine bottled up in a girl
she was polite to everyone, helped even the laziest students with patience, and somehow still looked like she stepped out of a magazine. boys followed her like shadows, dreaming of being the one to catch her eye
but she never said yes
not once
the first day you arrived, you could already feel the weight of eyes on you. new student, fresh from another city. your transfer had sparked curiosity, and you gently declined every attempt at conversation. you wasn’t here to entertain questions or rumors — you just wanted a quiet, clean slate
you walked into class, choosing a seat next to the window — two empty desks in the back row. you liked being close to the light
the moment you sat, silence followed. you looked up, confused. why was everyone staring like you kicked a puppy?
then, you saw her
Sana
she entered like a dream dressed in your uniform, the sunlight catching her hair just right. she saw you. you saw her. her cheeks pinked — seriously pinked — and when she smiled, it felt like your heart tried to leap out of your chest
she walked over
she sat next to you
a breath ran through the room like wind before a storm
“hi,” she said, voice soft and sweet. “i’m Sana. you must be Y/N, right? i’ve heard about you”
she had heard of you?
you were barely able to form a response, her eyes locking onto yours like you were something important. “hum, yeah, that’s me,” you said, flustered. “by the way, you look very pretty”
it was like watching sunlight ripple across water — her face flushed from her neck to her ears. she blushed like it was the first time she’d ever heard it. you knew then — this girl doesn’t react to boys like this
the teacher walked in, breaking the moment. introduced you. but your heart was already tangled with the girl beside you
over the weeks, you both became inseparable. you studied in the library, had movie marathons with popcorn and fuzzy blankets, shared whispered stories under the stars on her rooftop. she smiled differently when she was with you — softer, freer
it didn’t take long to notice
people stared as sana and you walked side-by-side. whispers grew behind your backs. Sana, who was once alone at lunch, now waited for you by your locker : every. day.
you also noticed another thing : no one had ever been this close to her. not the way you were. not this constant, quiet kind of closeness that bled into sleepovers and shared hoodies and brushing her bangs from her eyes at 2AM.
but it wasn’t all smiles
a girl in your class — sharp-eyed, always watching — wasn't thrilled
one day, during lunch, you were alone on the bench near the courtyard. Sana had been called away by a teacher. the girl approached you, eyes cold, mouth curled in disdain
“you know,” she said, arms crossed, “it’s pretty obvious she’s in love with you”
your stomach twisted
“she’s never looked at anyone like that. It’s pathetic.” her voice dropped. “you don’t deserve her”
before you could respond, she flung her juice across your uniform. cold. sticky. sharp gasps rang around you two
you stood frozen
then — a scream
not yours
Sana’s hand had tangled in the girl’s hair, yanking it so hard she cried out in pain. “touch her again,” she hissed, voice low and ice-cold, “and i swear you’ll regret it”
the air dropped ten degrees
everyone stared in horror. this wasn’t sweet, angelic Sana
this was someone furious, someone protective
the girl ran
Sana turned to you, and in an instant, her expression melted. her eyes softened like warm tea on a rainy day. she gently took your hand
“you should change,” she whispered
inside the girls’ changing room, she shut the door behind you two. her fingers fumbled with the buttons of my soaked shirt, helping you out of it. her eyes tried to stay respectful, but you saw it — the flicker. that pause
“Sana…” you whispered
“i was so angry,” she said quietly. “she hurt you. and she was right”
your heart skipped
“i’ve been in love with you,” she breathed, voice trembling, “since the moment you sat in that seat. and i hated how scared i was to admit it”
before you could respond, her lips crashed into yours. and you kissed her back — hungry, desperate, like you had waited years. her hands were warm against your waist, her breath soft, her mouth tasting like strawberry lip balm and fire
she pulled away, breathless
“i love you,” she whispered again. “i don’t want to hide it anymore”
you smiled, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “you don’t have to. i love you too”
she kissed you again — tender this time, soft as spring. then she helped you change, teasing, complimenting, biting her lip like she couldn’t believe you were real
before she left, she pressed a last kiss to your cheek. “let’s keep it between us, for now”
when she walked out, she wore her usual sweet smile, but when she looked at you?
◟ 𐀶 .. ⠀AERI AND HER NONCHALANT GF aeri uchinaga x reader
✟ paring idol!aeri uchinaga x famous nepo baby reader | fluff ✮ warnings (swearing, aeri and yn are “friends”)
★ ͘ ⴰ GISELLE BEING DOWN BAD FOR YN (and yn being annoyingly nonchalant) FOR 10 MINUTES | 1.4M views
#✿! . . .CLIP ONE (ig live)
aeri tugged at the sleeves of her oversized shirt, reading the scrolling comments with a lazy smile. “i’m so hungry, guys. give me some food recs,” she said, voice half dramatic. she laughs at the crazy food suggestions that fans give her, “you guys aren’t helping.”
leaning against the wall, she ran a hand through her hair and sighed. “I’m bored. like... has anyone else just been bored lately? there’s literally nothing to do.”
user#1 she’s bored because yn has been in paris for the last two weeks and hasn’t visited korea yet
aeri caught the comment mid-scroll, eyes widening slightly. she didn’t read it out loud, just pressed a hand to her mouth and turned her face out of frame, laughing quietly.
the sound of a door opening makes aeri put her head back into the frame her face alarmed, “uh…” she trails off, “guys what was that, I’m supposed to be alone.”
she brings her knees to her chest, mouthing what the fuck when foot steps are heard in the background, “guys I have no survival skills, oh my god.”
the door of aeri’s room opens and she squeezes her eyes shut.
“what’s wrong with you?”
just the voice alone makes the chat speed up.
user#1 YN??
user#2 giselle got so scared just for it to be yn 😭
user#3 no one gonna talk about how that means yn has keys to the dorms…
“you scared me!” aeri exclaimed looking up from where she was sitting at yn who was standing at her door with a food bag in her head, she turned her phone to showcase the girl who just stared at her.
“whatever, I brought food.” yn rolled her eyes at aeri and walked over to sit beside the idol.
yn barley acknowledged the camera giving it a small wave before opening up the take out, while aeri looks at her with heart eyes.
#✿! . . .CLIP TWO ( fan taken video)
the video started off blurry, filmed from the side, but slowly zoomed in on the floor section of the concert where yn and aeri were standing along with other celebrities.
tyler’s voice echoed from the stage in the background as yn adjusted her glasses, swaying gently to the music. she tried her best to avoid the camera aeri had shoved in her face, switching between dramatic angles and close ups like a chaotic director.
#✿! . . .CLIP THREE ( paparazzi video )
the video picked up just as the two stepped out of a black van, flashes going off immediately. aeri blinked through the bright lights, one hand coming up to shield her face, the other instinctively reaching for yn’s sleeve, she knew la paparazzi could be bad, but not this bad.
yn, on the other hand, looked entirely unbothered hood up, hands in her pockets, and a bored expression that somehow made the cameras focus hard.
aeri gripped yn’s sleeve as hard as she could as the hole guided her towards the chrome hearts store, she whispered something in the ear which only had the girl pull her a little closer causing a big smile to make its way to aeri’s face.
#✿! . . .CLIP FOUR ( ig live )
yn had her knees pulled to her chest, hoodie sleeves covering her hands, while aeri rested her arm casually across them, her head slightly tilted as she leaned in. soft rock played faintly in the background, clearly yn’s playlist, judging by the dreamy guitar riffs and faded vocals.
they were scrolling through the comments when yn paused, squinting at the screen.
“‘yn what’s your favorite movie by your mom?’” she read out loud, voice calm and a little raspy. she leaned her chin on her knee as she thought.
“the virgin suicides,” she said after a beat. “that was the first one I ever watched. I was pretty young, but… I don’t know. it just stuck with me. the mood, the colors, the stillness of it. I fell in love with it even before I understood it.”
as yn spoke, eyes reflecting something distant, aeri just stared. not at the camera, not at the comments, just at yn. she looked completely entranced, like the world had fallen away and only this moment existed.
“you look like your mom’s movies,” aeri said softly, like it slipped out without her meaning to.
yn blinked, turning her head to look at her. “what?”
aeri didn’t elaborate. just shrugged with a little smile, “you do. like… you just look like how her movies would look if it was a person.”
yn rolled her eyes, but the corner of her mouth lifted slightly. “stop being weird.”
user#1 help she’s in love
user#2 yn doesn’t realize how much of a compliment being told you look like a sofia coppola movie is
user#3 she wants her so bad omg
user#4 yn yk you want to smile stop being nonchalant
#✿! . . .CLIP FIVE ( that one photo dump that giselle posted)
THIS IS FROM FEBRUARY?!?!????? Girl.. I miss you more! Oh my god this year has been INSANE. Grad school is so hard and I could barely find the time to breathe.
Im so sorry if i let any of you guys down about anything— please PM me about ANYTHING!! I still have a few more stuff to do to finish housekeeping here but I’m on summer vacation!! I WILL be more active I promise!!!!!!!
I love you endlessly please please please text me directly if you need me and I’m so sorry for going GHOST!!!!!! Let me know directly if you need anything or anon ask me!! OKAY!!?!??? PLEASE!!! I’m so sorry I LOVE YOU
