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📍sakura’s heart forever wiz*one🥲 vb addict; setter🏐 u16 dni

[kkuchan39]

🌸hi friends!🌸

i’m rei (not my real name), i’ve been an izone fan and mainly sakura bias since 2018 💖 volleyball addict (lol), i’m a setter! also a haikyuu fan!

mainly for fluff fanfics, the ever so often comeback meltdown happens too… won’t be much hehe

u16 dni! yall scare me…

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[kkuchan39]

under the umbrella 0.01

creds to sseraworld3 on pinterest for the pic!

first fic! pls be nice🙏

sakura x f!reader

tags: f!reader, idol, fluff, wholesome, slowburn, comfort, sfw, romance, wlw, angst

disclaimer: i may throw around some chinese terms but it won’t be much! (i’ll put the meanings in parenthesis the first time it’s mentioned!)

word count: 2.1k

🎵~ love letter — iu

love can be unpredictable at times, but for you? unbelievable.

you ran away to seoul, a cali girl with a dream. you were the asian kid with straight As, a second generation chinese immigrant. ma(mom) and pa(dad) always wanted you to be a doctor or a lawyer, obviously. but you hated it, the speeches, the award shows, you hated the spotlight you didn’t want. you loved fashion. you loved the arts. ma called it stupid, pa called it unrealistic, and jie(older sister) called it self indulgent. one chance, you said, and one chance was all you got. half ride scholarship, ewha women’s university, fashion design.

seoul wasn’t your calling, it was your escape.

you’d made your way to korea, like it was your second home. booked a one way ticket. paid 6 months’ rent up front. got your visa approved in a week. but it wasn’t. it was nothing like home. you miss lizzie, you miss veronica. how could you even catch up with the 16 hour time difference?

“safe flight! — liz🧸🏐”

“buy us gifts! — vee🐝💖”

last seen 3 weeks ago.

~~~~~

you’d sit alone at han river every saturday, in your own thoughts. the cold seeped through your tattered long beach state hoodie, the city lights danced on the waters surface

“was it really worth it?”

you couldn’t say it wasn’t. you couldn’t turn back now. this was your only chance. your final chance.

“fuck off.” you grumbled, staring at the text that just came in.

“you can always come back. — ma”

“jie can get you in to harvard law. — ma”

you ignored it. you had to. you came all the way to seoul just to chase a “self indulgent” dream. you didn’t come to seoul for love, but love always finds its ways.

——— your apartment building, yeonnam-dong. 9:48 am.

you stuffed yourself with the 3000 won tteokbokki from the pocha below your apartment building. made by mrs kim, or “tteokbokki halmeoni”, and your personal therapist.

“halmeoniii~ should i go back to california…” you stuffed another rice cake in your mouth. “like what if im not made for fashion… maybe i should’ve just listened and became a lawyer.”

“lena-ya, you talk too much when you eat.” mrs kim slid another fish cake into my plate. “you already came to korea, just live your dream! and stop asking me the same question everyday.”

she was right, you’ve been asking the same question every morning, for the past 2 years. why look back now? you’ve been studying fashion, maintaining a 3.7 gpa, even started a small fashion business with your seoul girlies. but the messages. from them. your ‘family’.

“you’re making a huge mistake btw. you’re getting nowhere — jie”

“we’re not paying for your tuition fees if you come running back — ma”

“safe flight — pa (2 years ago)”

“halmeoniii if i drop out of fashion school will you take me in…” you poked at your rice cakes, staring at your plate.

“aigoo don’t think about dropping out— STOP BITING MY FOOT!” mrs kim shooed away the stray dog she ‘hated’ but still fed raw beef to. “you’ll do great. don’t drop out yet. how will halmeoni get nice clothes? i’ll be your model, 63 with a great body!” halmeoni did a rather repulsing body shake, you tried not to look. you couldn’t.

your phone buzzed

“samseong station, 11:15! don’t forget! — seo🐰”

oh my god. you forgot. your lesserafim fansign. was TODAY. IN TWO HOURS. AND YOURE IN YOUR PAJAMAS.

“HALMEONI ILL COME BACK LATER!”

“your food! ah never mind” mrs kim picked up the stray dog, and hand fed him raw beef.

——— your apartment. 10:13 am.

you ran up to your apartment, nearly tripping on the nonexistent puddle on the floor. (seriously how?) your apartment is a mess. textiles everywhere. there’s rolls of denim on the couch, chiffon draped over a chair. construction paper all over the floor and calico jammed into your bookshelf like a bad mistake.

your room is clean, like unsettlingly clean from how messy your living room is. there isn’t fabric scissors on the floor, or fabric glue stains everywhere. it’s neat and doesn’t smell like shin ramyun and regret. you fumble in your closet, looking for ‘that’ fit.

your first runway mockup? “too rustic, i hate the stupid texas theme. denim chaps. seriously?”

your first concept piece made real? “i look like barbie threw up pepto bismol. why hot pink??”

then, you found it. your last piece of cali. the piece you bought for ‘seoul winters’ the rib knitted black turtleneck. “perfect.”

you threw on a pair of high waisted jeans and chunky suede platform boots to match. the time? 10:58. you have an hour to the fansign, and 17 minutes to complete a 30 minute trip. seohyun’s gonna kill you. threw an umbrella in your bag, slipped on your puffer coat and sprinted out the door. yes sprinted.

—— samseong station. 11:42 am.

“how are you so chronically late i don’t get it” seohyun would not leave you alone about it. she acts like your mom. “you’re lucky you’re my friend. and pretty. if you weren’t i would be more pissed. sorry not sorry”

it was snowing. like not the ‘oh cute snowflakes snow’ it was so moist. thank god u brought that umbrella.

“okay sorry seo… i’ll get you a drink! you get the wristbands, i’ll go to the gs25” you poked at her arm, like a kid looking for forgiveness. she nodded, you turned away.

you waddled to the gs25 like a penguin, umbrella in hand. the wet snow pelted down. like an artillery assault on the poor umbrella. you nearly slipped on the ice. twice. every little step felt like a risk. your socks were damp. your nose was red and numb, same for your fingertips. should’ve brought gloves.

holy shit. holy fucking shit.

is that sakura miyawaki? trying to cover herself from the wet snow? you rubbed your eyes like you were hallucinating. it was her. you didn’t walk. you didn’t run. you sprinted. across the road, while screaming “unnie! let’s share the umbrella!”

you tried to act natural, act like she wasn’t the bias to end all biases for you. but you were quite literally sprinting across a busy road, into slush, and past a honking taxi.

“oh my god” sakura giggled. she GIGGLED. “you didn’t have to run across the road… that’s dangerous.” she slipped under your umbrella without hesitation, like it was something she did everyday.

“you didn’t bring an umbrella?” sick joke of small talk. you facepalmed in your head. of course she wouldn’t bring an umbrella. what are you thinking. is your brain in airplane mode?

“oh no i didn’t… i was just on a break haha” she giggled. AGAIN. while looking at you. “i have an event starting in abit, you think you could walk me to coex?”

“oh- oh yeah i could!” played it off perfectly. yeah no. your blood pressure spiked, your heart rate flew through the roof. “actually i’m also heading to coex for an event” yeah u were. HER event.

sakura adjusted her gloves, and looped your arm around yours. AROUND YOUR ARM. “oh that’s such a coincidence! hope you have fun!” sakura adjusted your hood. YOUR HOOD. “it got messed up when you ran… you look even prettier now!”

oh my god. “t-thanks.” you glitched. you blushed. she didn’t notice. the sakura miyawaki, just adjusted your hood. and called you pretty. the sakura miyawaki, was also walking with you, down the street. in the pelting rain, under your umbrella.

every streetlight felt miles apart. of course they did, sakura was looped into your arm. and tight. “ah! this is where i need to go! thank you!” she slipped her arm out from yours, gave you a little wave and disappeared into the backdoor of coex mall. holy. fucking. shit.

your phone buzzed. several times.

“HELLO WHERE ARE YOU — seo🐰”

“ITS 11:55 WE’RE GOING IN IN 5 MINUTES — seo🐰”

“4 missed calls — seo🐰”

oh. shit.

you ran to the entrance of coex mall, nearly slipping on the frozen roads. it didn’t matter anyways, if you didn’t die from the ice you would’ve died to seohyuns hands.

“where were you??” seohyun slid the wristband onto your wrist. “you’re damn lucky you’re this pretty i can’t get angry at such a pretty face”

your lips parted, but nothing but air came out. you wanted to tell seohyun about that moment with sakura, but your body didn’t let you. it felt, forbidden. for now, you followed seohyun and the crowd, into the event hall.

——— coex event hall. 12:03 pm.

“girl, they’re so pretty” seohyun could not stop staring. like you didn’t see her blink once.

“i know right… i swear chaewon’s staring at me” you were shaking. fiddling with your bag strap like a nervous toddler.

“shut up miss delusional. and omg it’s our turn soon” seohyun punched your arm, but then grabbed your wrist and pulled you up.

“number 86 to 90 please come up now.” seohyun gripped your wrist so hard her knuckles went white. you stood up, and strutted to the stage like your fashion major legs taught you to. your knees, however, were jelly.

“oh my god you’re that girl from before!” first member. first table. sakura miyawaki. “you’re so pretty! i was telling eunchae about you!!” she’s beaming. her smile could end wars.

“huh?” you blushed. like uncontrollably. you could feel your hands tremble.

“umbrella girl! you saved me from the snow! even ran across the road just for me!” she giggled, leaning in like you were childhood friends while sliding your album over.

she remembered. she fucking remembered.

but, before you could even process this, let alone open your mouth, a staff member dragged you to the next table.

“you’re the girl! the umbrella one! nice to meet you!” eunchae giggled, her smile lighting up the whole event hall. “you’re the one kkura unnie was talking about!

“i-i… i’m lena…” you mustered up all your courage, a sad amount, admittedly.

“hi lena! you saved our kkura unnie!” eunchae was like an unlimited energy source, her happiness radiated throughout the whole hall.

“pretty unnie! let me sign your album!” eunchae snatched your album over lightly. ‘thanks for saving our kkura unnie lena! — hong eunchae’ your brain was short circuiting.

“t-thanks eunchae-ssi” that was all you could muster up, before the staff pulled you over to the next table, to kazuha.

“ah! umbrella unnie?” kazuha scanned you up and down, her face lighting up slowly. “kkura unnie kept talking about you back stage! you’re really pretty!”

“t-thank you kazuha-ssi, y-you’re really pretty too…” lena.exe has stopped responding. you were shaking so bad, you swore your hands had a mind of their own. before you could even get a good grip on your album, the staff member dragged you to the next table.

“don’t catch a cold, umbrella unnie!” kazuha winked. she winked AT YOU.

next table. next member. kim chaewon. “you’re the umbrella girl?” chaewon scanned you like an eagle looking for prey.

“y-yes, chae-chaewon-ssi” you death-gripped your bag strap, like a lost toddler.

“no wonder she kept spiraling over you, you’re pretty. she kept saying ‘i hope she comes to our fansign’ it was funny, i like you.” chaewon winked as she slid your album back to you. she said she liked you. oh my goodness. but before you could even process this, next table, final member. huh. yun. jin.

“ahh oh my god! umbrella savior! you’re so manhwa coded! so pretty too… no wonder kkura’s so whipped over you.” yunjin smiled as she signed your album.

“kkura’s what…?” you blinked, you can’t believe what you just heard.

“nothing!” yunjin winked. and fittingly, before you could even react. before you could even think. your time was up. you got led off the stage. back down to the audience.

you looked at your album like it was a divine artifact. like their signatures were divine scriptures

‘thanks for saving me pretty girl! — sakura’

‘thanks for saving our kkura unnie lena! — hong eunchae’

‘don’t catch a cold! — kazuha’

‘kkura unnie likes you <3 — kim chaewon’

‘umbrella girl! — huh yunjin’

~~~~~

you’re so lucky. and seohyun thinks that too. and she won’t let you live it down.

“you’re so fucking lucky don’t talk to me.” seohyun flicked her hair into your face. “i can’t believe all 5 members of lesserafim called you pretty…”

“i d-don’t even know what to say” you’re still trembling, you’re starstruck. “chaewon said she liked me.”

“gosh i hate you.” seohyun punched your arm. “let’s go for lunch”

—end of part 1—

thanks for reading! i hope you liked it! i’ll try to write part 2 as soon as possible!