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synopsis - why would sana want to daydream of the day she met her partner when she relives it every few weeks? (but she’d really like to stop having to arrest you)
wordcount - 1.4K
T/W - nothing except the police i guess. oh and blood kinda but nothing crazy.
A/N - 🧍♀️. go thank @cry4mina for the comeback they bullied me into with this. jingle slay to you all💃
Oh, the weather outside is frightful.
White coated trees, blanketed grass, booted up kids throwing snowballs at each other, missing their target but not the innocent passersby struggling with black ice.
You love when the lyrics match the scene. After all, who doesn’t love relating to something. Even as small as a snowflake. That good old feeling of being linked, cuffed to something bigger than yourself.
Something that matters. That proves you exist. That you’re alive.
“You’re under arrest for trespassing and damage of property. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you’ll say can and will be—”
“—used against you in a court of law.” You finished alongside her. “I know, sweetheart, I keep hoping to see you there.”
You smirked, twisting your neck as best you could to get a glimpse of her. The reason you feel alive, cuffing you for the third time in two months.
You caught her rolling her eyes, and your lips stuttered out a dumb joke between your own giggles. Something about reliving this scene in a much more comfortable place last time…
“Shut it, I’m serious.”
Her voice was sharp, but you saw that corner of her lips move up as she tightened the cuffs. The cold metal bit into your wrists, and the winter air nipped at your flushed skin, but that chill down your spine? Nothing more than the thrill of the game.
“Oh, you’re serious?” you teased, turning your head again just enough to catch her glare. “Then why are your ears turning red, officer?”
“They’re red because it’s freezing, not because I’m amused by your antics,” she shot back, tugging you upright and guiding you towards the waiting patrol car.
“Antics?” you repeated, stumbling slightly on the icy sidewalk. “All I did was entertain the neighborhood kids. What’s wrong with a little community service?”
“Community service?” Sana stopped short, pulling on your cuffed hands to make you face her. Nothing funny about the furrowed eyebrows hardening her gaze, yet there you were, grinning like an idiot. “You whacked a window with a baseball bat, trespassed—again, and got into a fight with the homeowners.”
“First of all,” you scoffed, “the ball was a snowball. The bat? Snow baseball regulation standard. And the fight was crazy, like I went to apologize and they started hitting me—do you not see the bruising!?”. Your voice raised in pitch as you fought your restrained limbs, desperately trying to point out the spots that stung on your lips and cheek. “Why don’t you book them for assault too, huh?”
Sana raised an eyebrow, her eyes flicking over your face to notice the small bleeding cut on your top lip and the faint, pinkish bruise on your cheekbone.
Enough to pick at her heart, messing with the rhythm of its beats for a hot second before her brain took over. She scoffed at the sight, “Nothing crazy, only you.”
“Wow.”
“Done?”
You took a deep breath, finally taking your eyes off her before letting it all out in an exaggerated sigh. Just to put it out there, make it known you’re annoyed. “Fine… let’s go.”
Sana didn’t hide the smirk tugging at her lips, pushing you forward with a sharp motion. Her fingers were still firm around your wrist, and it was the only thing you could focus on despite the doom walk towards the patrol car.
“You know I really wish you’d stop getting yourself arrested to see me,” she said, her voice laced with that professionalism you both knew she was barely holding onto.
“It’s not like I do it on purpose…” you mumbled before giggling. “But it’s our thing I guess. You, arresting me, cuffing me… It’s like fate,”you teased, nudging her with your shoulder. “Come on, admit it. I spice up your boring shifts.”
Her pace didn’t falter, the crunch of snow beneath your shoes was the only sound for a moment, but you didn’t let up. Barely holding on but very tightly… “There’s nothing boring about my shift. The only thing you’re doing is giving me a headache,” she shot back. Her eyes flicked back to your face, softening for just a second before she steeled herself again. “You’re lucky I don’t add ‘wasting my time’ to the list of charges.”
“You’d never,” you chuckled. “You care too much.”
“About my job? Yes,” she retorted, already pulling you towards the car again.
“About me.”
This time she did falter, for just a second, but she recovered quickly, shoving you into the back seat with as little care as possible.
“Ow! Where’s the damage control, officer?” you whined, shifting uncomfortably. “Aren’t you supposed to make sure I’m okay? Get me a band-aid or som—”
Sana’s exasperated sigh cut you off as she leaned into the open door, one hand gripping the top of the frame while the other rested on her hip. “You’re unbelievable, you know that?”
“So I’ve been told,” you shrugged, flashing her a grin.
Her jaw tightened, but there was something in her eyes, something softer. She knew she was fighting a losing battle, so she glanced over her shoulder, scanning the snowy street for any sign of too curious passersby. Nothing but snow and the same busy people fighting for their lives on black ice so she turned back to you, finally mirroring your smile.
“You really don’t know when to shut up, do you?”
“Can you blame me if this is what I get from it?”
For a heartbeat, you thought she might laugh it off. Maybe roll her eyes, slam the door, and drive you straight to the precinct like last time. But then she leaned in, her hand still braced on the car as her face hovered inches from yours.
And then she kissed you. Time froze. Everything stilled but your lips, allowing her to give into the warmth of her desires.
Her kiss was soft, lips pressing gently against yours, mindful of the bruising on your mouth. The faint sting of your split lip was nothing, a mere distraction from the delightful fire she’d lit up inside your heart.
If anything that pain made it real, kept you in touch with reality while this ridiculous rom-com moment unfolded. The cold touch of her free hand hovering on the side of your neck did a great job too, her thumb grazing your jawline.
She pulled away first, but she stayed close, her breath mingling with yours. Her gaze flickered to your lips from your eyes, “You’re bleeding again.”
You chuckled, nodding your head towards her mouth, “Yeah well, you’ve got some too.”
She blinked, bringing her hand up to her lips, “What,” she swiped her thumb on her lips, gasping softly at the faint smear of red. “Great.” she muttered, grabbing a tissue from her pocket.
“You know, you should be careful with these things,” you teased, grinning despite the ache in your lip. “What are they gonna say if we walk into the precinct and your captain sees that?”
Sana’s head snapped up, her glare weakening at the sight of your smile. “Don’t even joke about that.”
“No but think about it. Just walking in with matching bloody lips, Jihyo jumping you for sleeping with the perp,” you giggled at your own joke before continuing, “Maybe you should just let me go. I’ll cook tonight and put it behind us.”
She paused for half a second, tissue still pressed to her lips as your words registered. “Right, because that wouldn’t look suspicious at all.”
You sighed, throwing your head back dramatically. “Sana just please let me go,” you whined again, drawing out the words in hopes to tug at the bit of sympathy you knew she felt for you.
Only for her to roll her eyes. And instead of answering and bickering some more, she leaned back and reached back for the edge of the door.
“Sana—”
The door slammed shut with a thud, cutting off your protests for good.
You watched through the window as she rounded the back of the car. When she slid into the driver’s seat she seemed composed enough, but you could see the faint pink dusting her cheeks.
She refused to look at you.
The car soon started to fill the silence with the soft hum of the heater, and you leaned forward, trying to catch her eye in the rearview mirror.
“You’re awfully quiet,” you said as the engine came to life, “Thinking about dinner already?”
Summary: Reader cooperates with authorities to trap Nayeon so they can lock her away for good but nayeon has other plans. Mina shows up for you in ways you never thought possible, solidifying your relationship and giving you reinforcement for the idea you already had.
TW: mentions of food, abusive partners, Nayeon is actually insane…death, knives, blood, suggestive moments, angst angst angst.
A/N: I was dragging my feet bc like only one more part after this and it’s basically an epilogue 😭 i fr love this series so much and I know I talk about it constantly but it’s just bc I’m just so proud of it. Thank you for taking the time to read it and I hope you all have a lovely day🖤🖤
A deep breath before entering the familiar building you used to call home, you look back to make sure the police are in their positions in the unmarked cars they drove over in to not tip off Nayeon.
A quick thumbs up to them before shifting your attention over to Mina who is in the passenger seat of your car. Parked in its usual spot, you can see her fidgeting and bitting her nails…she’s just as fearful as you are.
The worry in her eyes was very clear, even from a distance. Distraught over this plan you had concocted with the law enforcement to trap Nayeon and arrest her.
It won’t stop if you don’t stop it.
You are who she want and the sense of responsibility that you feel to protect those you care about is strong. Mina already got caught in the crosshairs…you couldn’t bare it if someone else was hurt by her.
Nayeon waiting for you in the apartment that held all the memories, good, bad, ugly, and even worse - the ones that weren’t yours too. All the energy that was trapped in that space, if the walls could talk, they would scream bloody murder.
9:45pm is when the cops were going to move in on the apartment, you just needed to keep her distracted while they moved into the building…you could do that. Looking down at your phone to check the time, it was 9:29pm already. Distracting her for 15 minutes didn’t seem like too big of a task but the fear of the unknown looms over your head.
What would she do or say while you were in front of her?
Another deep breath, you silently enter the building and make your way to the elevator.
It takes forever to get to your floor, the slow pull of gravity adds to your anxiety as the numbers go up,
1.
2.
3.
Until finally you’re on the floor where this began…and where it was about to end.
Flashes of everything that had happen haze over your mind’s eye, showing memory after memory of what had taken place over the last month.
The note.
The text messages.
The rock through the window.
The banquet.
The hospital.
Everything she had put you through, now about to come to a head as you sulk down the hallway and to the wood that separated you from whatever would happen next.
The front door is intimidating, feeling the same rush of emotions as the first time you came back to this place after you found out about Nayeon cheating on you…but in no way did you think it would turn into this…nightmare.
It was a full blown terror now, seeing who she truly was, her true colors…it was all still so disorienting, even with the time apart. Having a hard time believing this is who she was even though you saw it for yourself.
You watched as she tried to take away your happiness for her own gain, you watched as she selfishly almost murdered not only you, but Mina…and what she did to Jihyo and the people she supposedly loved…all of you put in harms way.
A violent narcissistic temper tantrum was all it was and at the cost of all her relationships.
Taking another deep breath, wincing at the broken and bruised ribs, you take your second to calm down. Needing to keep her here and calm was the biggest thing so the police could do their job.
It’s hard to remain neutral when all you want to do is lash out at her, tell her that she will never be anything to you anymore but you know she’s not going to listen…she hasn’t listened the last few times you’ve said it, you suspect she would only be worse this time.
Wrapping your hand around the knob, you open the door- the creak of the hinges only adds to the tension already built up in your body.
Stepping inside, Nayeon is waiting for you by the counter, smiling and giddy, bouncing in her place with little happy movements- the exact opposite of that you were feeling.
“Welcome home, baby!” Walking towards you with her arms spread to hug you.
Flinching at the action, you take a step back and lift your hands to shield yourself from whatever she might do.
Nayeon stops in her tracks, sniffling and pursing her lips. Her brows furrow harshly, smacking her lips and going back over to the counter where she was when you walked in.
“Are you scared of me, baby?” The pain and sorrow reflected in her question rings through your bones, a dull ache that made its way down your body.
“You know the only reason I’m here is because you threatened Momo and Dahyun…and don’t call me baby.” anger filled words with the sharpest inflection, spewing venom towards the snake.
Nayeon lets out one chuckle, it’s evil in nature and aggressive.
“I figured that was the only way to get you here…Sorry about your little girlfriend. I know you’re probably mad at me for that, but you’ll forgive me in time. You will see that you and I are meant for each other.” wincing as she walks over to the couch, a predator who didn’t feel threatened finding a place to perch.
Nayeon plops into her usual spot and pats the seat next to her, looking you in the eyes to see if they have softened for her the way they used to.
Crossing your arms, the rage swells into fury.
“How dare you?…How can you possibly think that I would ever come back to you after everything you’ve done?!” Voice raising at every syllable.
“You cheated on me, stalked me, threatened to harm people I care about, you pointed a fucking gun at my face, you shot Mina, trashed my apartment, and you think that I’m going to what…just crawl back to you, Nayeon?! You’re fucking delusional!” Screaming at her, releasing every ounce of hatred you had.
A laugh that echoed the sound of pure hell added fuel to the fire the moment it left her lips. Nayeon stood up and walked over to the counter again.
“You don’t have a choice, baby! You loved me once…and you can love me again. Either you stay here with me…” unsheathing a large kitchen knife from the butcher block on the counter.
“Or you lose everyone you love and not just M-Mina…” Nayeon chokes on her name, a single tear falls from her eye.
The admission of her intent to kill only swells your rage more, the fire in your veins fueling every poison laced sentence you spit in her direction.
“Don’t you dare say her fucking name, Nayeon! You don’t get to play sad for the things YOU did…I’m not agreeing to anything you want, Nayeon. Not now, not ever.” Clenching your jaw while trying to wait out the clock but you’re getting more restless by the second.
Nayeon slides a piece of paper over to you, knife still in hand - a silent threat.
It’s a marriage certificate with her name and yours written on it.
“You sign this…” clicking a pen open and placing it next to the contract.
“Or I will take everything and everyone you love away from you…it’s your choice.”
The calmness she has about her is an eerie cockiness, batting her big brown eyes at you like it would make a difference.
Emotional whiplash, the bounce between insanity and the Nayeon you fell in love with makes your chest hurt.
You’re disgusted by her, her true colors are showing in a way that paints her in the worst light and her soft attempts to show you that the gentle part of her still exists.
Looking over at the clock, the time reads 9:40pm…only 5 more minutes. You just needed to keep her here for only 5 more minutes.
Picking up the paper and scanning it over, you look up at her to see the ring you purchased sitting on her finger…The pear shaped diamond in the middle with little diamonds laid into a rose gold band.
The one you bought planning to propose… the one you showed her after you found out about Jihyo…your face twists in disgust.
Pinching the paper at the top, you are sure to look right in her eyes and you rip it right down the center, tossing it mindlessly to the floor.
“Hear me when I say this, Nayeon…I will never marry you. In fact, the most peace I have ever felt was when Jihyo told me she shot you and that you were dead. For that day, I was completely and totally fine. You have terrorized me long enough.” Voice getting shaky as the fear clings to you, chest tightening with each word.
“Look at the lengths you’ve gone…look at how much worse it actually is. You’ve hurt more than just me in this, you’ve hurt Mina, Jihyo, and every other member as well…”
“Had you actually been the person you showed me you were, we could’ve had it all…but you aren’t and you never were…you never will be that and I do not want anything to do with you.” Hearing the words leave your mouth was healing in a way, something you had said to her previously, but she failed to understand.
“I already took her from you. Mina is gone, Y/n. So who do you have now? You need me!” Watching as she gripped the knife like she was trying to strangle it teeth clenched and muscles flexing and her own anger boils over…she’s about to crack.
“SHE STOLE YOU FROM ME SO I TOOK HER FROM YOU! SHE CAN’T HAVE YOU LIKE I’VE HAD YOU!” Slamming her fists down, shaking the counter and everything on it, huffing and breathing heavy while tries to expel the hatred of the one who “stole” you.
Nayeon winces at her own wounds before cackling manically and taking a step towards you, she pulls the knife up over her head and swings down at you.
Dodging the blade, you push her back against the counter.
The shriek released from her was hard to hear, the physical and emotional pain she was going through…you were there too but in a very different light.
“Nayeon! Stop this!” Backing up towards the door, reaching for the knob.
“Don’t you DARE fucking LEAVE! I ruined my LIFE FOR YOU! FOR US!” Another swing of the knife, her heaving breath filling the room as she continues to slash in your direction.
“I’ve been gone this entire time! You have done nothing but make my life a living hell! Put the fucking knife down!” Managing to maneuver around her swings quickly, expertly avoiding the sharp slashes as they cut through the air.
Fear takes over, terrified at the attempts to harm you again. How could it be so easy for her to just attack you like this? Grappling with the extent she would go to get what she wanted, you can’t understand even now how she would be so willing to harm you.
Managing to gain a little distance from her, you watch as her arm cocks back. Dropping to the floor you hear this whistle of the knife and a loud thud in the wall behind you.
The blade sticks into the wall, wobbling from the sheer force she threw it with.
Clock reading 9:43pm - you just needed to get through 2 more minutes and everything would be fine.
“YOU. ARE. MINE.” Throwing anything she can get her hands on at you.
Coffee pot, pans, silverware, the crystal vase…everything.
Dodging most things being pelted at you, the crystal vase hits your back - shattering and scattering all over the floor, a few shards imbedded in your flesh.
Sucking air between your teeth, you reach down to try and shakily pull the shards you can see out. The sound of the blood covered crystal hitting the floor shocks Nayeon out of this jealous filled rage.
“Oh my god…baby, I’m…I’m so sorry.” Rushing over to you with a towel to try and stop your bleeding.
Flinching on her approach, you take a fearful step away from her.
“Stop! Don’t touch me!” Tears now spilling, you move and the shards you can’t reach dig deeper into your side, torturously shredding you from the inside.
“P-please let me help you…” Nayeon is crying and sulking at her own mess, the craziness behind her eyes is still very present.
“No! I said don’t touch me!” sobbing as the terror sinks deeper.
Nayeon suddenly runs at you, swinging her fists violently. She manages to land a few punched on your face and ribs. The pain erupts from your chest, crying out into the living room where your illusion of happiness died.
Not letting you fall to the ground, she holds you up and drags you to the couch only to throw you down on it.
Straddling you, she wraps her hands around your throat and squeezes. Air being immediately cut off, you fight to get her off you.
“If you won’t be with me, then you won’t fucking be with anyone!” Hissed in your face as her digits tighten around your throat.
Fighting with every ounce of strength you have, you attempt to tell her to get off you but her grip is too tight. Tugging and pulling on her fingers, you grasp at her face and arms trying to just breath.
Vision is fading to black, you can feel the blood in your head trying to find a way out - tasting blood in your mouth…was this really it?
What about Mina? Thought to yourself…what about the life you could build with her. Her face flashes in your minds eye, you need to live for her…you can’t give up just yet.
Allowing your body to go limp, you lay still when you feel Nayeon’s hands retract. She starts bawling her eyes out, laying her head on your chest with her hands over her face.
“What have I done?…what the fuck have I done?!” Feeling her body shake on top of you while she sobbed into you.
Bawling your hand up into a tightly woven fist, you swing, knocking her clean off you and onto the coffee table - causing the glass top to break underneath her.
Trying to stand and catch your breath, there’s a heavy knock at the door.
Nayeon stands up, dripping blood from her back - panicking, eyes darting around to try and find her escape.
“You aren’t getting away this time, Nayeon!” Horsely yelled at her through the knocking.
Her face turns beat read, a fury like you’ve never seen before.
She walks over to the kitchen and pulls the knife out of the wall with a sharp jolt - never letting her eyes leave you.
Taking a step towards you, she hears the rattle of the door again.
“OPEN UP, IM NAYEON! WE HAVE YOU SURROUNDED!” The burly sheriff yells, you hear the battering ram slam into the door - it budges slightly.
Nayeon runs at you, wrapping her arm around your throat to get you in her grasps. She places the blade on your throat and is waiting for the door to break.
The wood explodes out of the frame, a million splinters waiting to be had across the floor as the three police men file in, guns drawn and ready to fire.
The problem being you in the way, she was using you as a human shield.
“DROP THE KNIFE!” The sherif yelled, she did not comply.
“Put your guns down or I’ll slice her throat and let her bleed out.” Calmly, almost gentle in nature. How can she have such a calm demeanor, you can feel her heart beating out of her chest as she tugs you even closer to her, metal still to the skin of your throat.
Panic set into you, the adrenaline was too much and your heart was racing. Feeling the droplets of blood gather through the slices and drip down your side, slithering down your body - you hear a familiar voice breaking the concentration of keeping Nayeon’s knife off your skin.
“Nayeon…put the knife down!” An angelic voice rings from behind the men.
Hearting filling with dread as you break out in a cold sweat. No! Why is she here?! She can’t be in this dangerous situation.
“No!” You shouted past the officers.
“Don’t come in here!” Nayeon tightens her grip again, pulling you to get you to stop fighting her grasp.
Already fighting her way in, Nayeon gasps when she sees Mina slowly making her way into the room, tightening her grip on you and scooting the knife up higher on your throat.
Feeling the blade start to separate your top layer of skin, a single drop of crimson descends your throat, the police see this and take aim at Nayeon.
“Mina…W-what? H-how did you?” Mina simply raises her hand at Nayeon.
“Nayeon, let Y/n go…you know this isn’t what you want.” Her voice is so soft…and sweet…this is an awful time to swoon but you can’t help it.
Willingly putting herself in harms way to try and help you, to get you out of this situation. She steps in front of the officers and tries to defuse this.
“You don’t fucking know what I want, Mina! I wanted you dead and out of the picture but it looks like neither of us are going to get what we want!”
Nayeon’s tight grip of you faulters, you wedge your fingers under hers and push them a few centimeters away from your skin so the knife isn’t in contact with you anymore.
This is enough to distract her from everyone else, pushing against you to bring it closer to your throat to keep her leverage.
The push and pull ensues and no one makes a single move, cops won’t shoot because you’re in front of her, Mina is crying and begging for Nayeon to stop when it dawns on you…
“N-Nayeon! If you love me like you say you do…then put the knife down!” Strained and tired, the please escape you.
Nayeon hesitates, her grip loosens for a moment and you take the opportunity to break free - using her own strength against her and launching her back against the window, causing it to break.
Running to Mina, you wrap your arms around her. Safety with a beautiful face, you fight your sobs in the grips of her.
This wasn’t over yet.
“If you are with her…” Nayeon starts “Then I have nothing to be here for…” slamming the hilt of the knife into the already cracked window - the spill of the glass furthers everyone’s focus on her. There is an echo of the glass hitting the side walk down below.
Whipping around, you see Nayeon sit on the window sill, the cops are shouting and you take a massive step towards her.
“Get off the window! Now!” The men yell, but her focus remains on only you.
“Y/n, I love you…I’m sorry.”
“STOP!” Yelled, tearing your vocal cord with the shear force of the scream.
Everyone freezes, silence fills the room.
“Don’t do this, Nayeon. Please.” Begging through tears, you can feel Minas energy shift.
Taking another step forward, you watch how Nayeon is analyzing you…only one way to save this, only one way to save her…not wanting her to take this route out, you were going to see this through.
“Nayeonnie…please don’t do this…if you love me, you won’t do this…” reaching a hand out to her, trying to get her to co-operate by using her own tactics against her.
The old nickname rings through the room, hitting her ears and creating a tense moment of old memories. A sob breaks from her chest, reaching for your hand and locking her fingers with yours.
“Come on, let’s go…we can figure it out together, like we always do…right, baby?” This seems to be working, she’s got her hand in yours, hyperventilating as the ocean pours out from her eyes.
“Don’t you get it, Y/n?” Nayeon sniffles.
“There is no out.” Swinging the knife and slicing you across the chest violently, the unexpected movement as you thought you had her in your grasps by giving her what she wanted.
A loud boom claps through the room as the warm crimson spills out from your skin, it’s a surface wound - thankfully but the blood is still ever flowing.
Looking at Nayeon and watching it in slow motion as the blood spilled from her own chest…her knees hit the ground, dropping the knife on her way and toppled over onto her side - gasping for air and coughing up her own life force.
Instinctually, you rush over to her and places your hand over her would to keep the blood in. The cops call an ambulance, and you try to hold in the tears now that the danger has been quelled.
“Y/n?” Choked out between wheezes and coughs.
“Yeah?” Sadness in the tone of your reply, you never wanted it to come to this…you wanted her to be held accountable but…this is…not what you imagined.
“Can I…ask you…something?” Her voice getting quieter as the sentence carries on.
Nodding your head, a tear breaks free from your eyes.
“Do you believe we can turn into different people?” Almost a whisper this time.
“I watched it happen to you…” replied through the tightness of your throat and the ache of what was happening in front of you.
“Do you wish that you loved me?”
The questions burns in your ears, stinging it’s way down your neck to your chest and down to your stomach.
“…No. I wish I didn’t.” Words hitching as you sniffle through them.
Nayeon lets out a soft chuckle, lifting her had with the rest of the energy she had to wipe the tears from your eyes.
“It’s been so long since I’ve touched your face, I forgot what it feels like…” tears of her own spilling as she chokes on more of her own blood.
“I wish I never reminded myself…I tried to fix it all but…nothing seemed to help.” Breathed through the trauma she had endured throughout this night.
“I’m sorry my love…I’ll be better in the next life.” Coughing and hacking after the sentence only for her body to go limp in your arms, eyes open but staring at nothing as she takes her last and final breath.
Time is frozen for you and you only, the cops lift you from her and move you over to Mina who is still crying and waiting for you with open arms.
“Get her out of here!” The cop instructs Mina, she guides to the door and into the hallway.
“Let’s go downstairs and wait for the ambulance to get here, okay?” Staring at your hands, covered in Nayeon’s blood and seeing your own shirt soaked in a mixture of yours and hers…you come up with responses or even know what to speak out loud.
Mina takes the lead and takes you out of what once was your home, now only serving as a point as a headstone to the memory of Im Nayeon.
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The sherif and first responders bring down the gurney with the body bag on it, packing it into the second ambulance and sending it off to the morgue.
The EMT responsible for stitching up your chest and removing the shards from your side mentioned to Mina that you were in a state of shock and should be okay in an hour or so, offering to let you sit on the tailgate of the vehicle until you were okay to drive.
Mina never left your side.
Not once since she had you again.
Phone vibrating next to you, rattling against the metal and startling both you and Mina. She picked up the phone, answering it quickly.
It’s Momo.
“Yeah, Y/n is okay. A few more stitches in her chest and she’s in shock but she’s okay…Mhm, yeah…” Mina looks at you with sad eyes, she was going to say it out loud.
“Momo, Dahyun…Nayeon is…Nayeon is dead.”
Silence.
“She was shot by one of the police officers. She tried to kill Y/n with a knife…it’s a lot, I know…Yeah we can meet you there once Y/n calms down a little more…okay…okay text me the address…alright I’ll see you soon. Bye.” Hanging up and sitting next to you.
Reaching over to Mina, you grab her left hand and lean your head on her shoulder. Wrapping her right arm around you, she just holds you closely. Giving you a forehead kiss and cooing that everything is okay now.
The only thing that felt okay, was her.
—
Mina hired people to clean up your apartment, paying the lease and moving you in with her. After a few weeks you and her both were mostly healed, ribs no longer broken…only the physical and emotional scars remain.
Though you lived together, most of your relationship was taking care of one another’s wounds and making sure the panic attacks had someone to combat them but what you really wanted was to build on the already solid foundation.
It was hard.
On both of you.
The girls came over every few days to check in, making sure that you both were doing okay. Momo called you every day, coming over most days of the week to cook for you and Mina.
Appreciating everything that everyone was doing to show up for you, there was a grey wash over you. Something you couldn’t explain, but it was noticeable to everyone…you weren’t as cheery and joy filled as you were…before.
Often waking up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat, panicking from the nightmares of Nayeon holding a gun to your face or a knife to your throat - you would sob and Mina would hold you.
Three months of this was driving you crazy, never truly resting the way that you needed to, you drowned in your head and your thoughts - the flashbacks so unsettling that all you can do is sit still and hope they pass quickly while trying not to cry.
The lack of sleep caused you to not be present more often than not. Unable to hold a conversation for longer than 5 minutes or focus on a tv show, playing video games…food was uninteresting, skipping meals most days- it worried Mina more than she led on.
One particular night, after jolting out of sleep from a nightmare, you got up and put on a robe to cover your mostly naked body before strolling into the living room and wandering to the balcony. Taking a seat in one of the rocking chairs, just taking in the calmness of the night when you heard the door creak behind you - startling you.
Mina steps into the moonlight, still in just her panties.
“Mind if I join you?” The tiredness in her voice made you want to send her back to bed but you knew she was going through the same things you were, but she was trying to be strong about it for you.
Nodding your head, she walked over to sit in your lap, her legs horizontally across your thighs so she could lean into you. Her skin was cold against yours, even with the chill, you welcomed this contact with her.
Throwing part of the robe over her legs and covering her back with the other part as best you could, you both just sit in silence, keeping each other warm and enjoy the night sky together.
Looking up at Mina’s beautiful face, your eyes trace down her body to the scar where the bullet entered…your throat tightens, eyes watering as you bring your finger up and lightly trace it.
“I’m sorry…” choked out through the attempt to keep yourself from sobbing.
“You have nothing to be sorry for, baby.” Reassuring you, placing a hand on the back of your neck and slipping it up into your hair.
“If I had jus-“
“No.” Cutting you off before you could finish the sentence.
“You did everything you could do. She was the one who couldn’t respect that she made a mistake and took that out on you and I…that’s not your fault…that’s her fault.” there is a hitch in her breath that makes you hold her just a little bit tighter.
Tears streaming down both of your faces, she traces the long sliced scar across your own chest and you sigh.
“My reflection doesn’t smile back at me anymore.” Whispered through the silence of the night, followed by your sniffles and you trying to clear your throat.
The silence continues for a moment.
“Your reflection is missing out…Mine smiles back at me because of you.” matter of factly stated.
“Because of me?” throat closing as you speak the words out loud.
“Absolutely because of you. You are amazing, Y/n…you are everything I’ve ever wanted in a partner and so much more…you have shown me that even in the worst of times, life can still be great. Look at what we went through together! Look at all what we survived…together. I know that things have been a little rough after the fact, but we are still building…and my intention is to keep building…with you.” Lightly crying in the memory.
“You and I, we can get through anything.” Smiling through the tears she had.
“Y/n, I love you…” cupping your face with her hands and kissing you softly.
The warmth of her love radiated through you, evaporating any doubt or self blame you were having. It was nice not having to question if she was telling the truth or not. Every single display of love was in her actions, though this was the first time she actually said it out loud, you had known for a while.
Lips parting, she placed her forehead on yours, looking you in the eyes.
“Okay?” With a silly tone, eye wide trying to provoke you to giggle.
“Okay.” Smiled back at her.
Rocking in the chair together for a few minutes, you realize that this is what you always dreamed of. The fantasy of having someone who wouldn’t give up on you, the openness to be able to talk about what was bothering you…hope for the future…
Mina, this type of undying love….this was what you wanted.
“Hey, Mina?”
“Yes, my love?” Facing you to make sure you know that her attention was yours.
“I love you too.”
She rests her head on your shoulder and sighs, relaxing her body into yours. This brings a comfort to you that you can’t elaborate.
“Do you want to go on a date tomorrow?” Feeling her voice reverberate in your chest as she asks.
“I would love to.” Planting a light peck on her forehead before resting your head there.
Continuing to sit calmly in the moonlight together, anticipating tomorrow as you calmly rock back and forth.
—
The brightness of the sun wakes you around 11am, calmly waking up for the first time in weeks. Mina is laying in your arms, still sleeping peacefully with her face in your chest. Not wanting to wake her just yet, you admire the calmness of the morning you’ve woken up to.
Mina shifts in her sleep, leaning into you more, and clinging to you even more. A small giggle erupts from you - feeling her smile into your skin, you stroke her hair.
“Good Morning, beautiful.”
“Good Morning, baby.” Her eyes still closed, tilting her head back and puckering her lips - asking you for a kiss.
Happily granting her wishes, you kiss her gently - a few soft sweet pecks before sitting up in bed. Nails tracing shapes on your lower back as you look over at her.
Bare faced and beaming up at you, you can’t help but think about how you got here. Everything that has transpired, all the heart ache and the worry…all of that leading up to this moment of waking up next to someone who would never dream of putting you through that.
In fact, she cares so much that she went through it with you…hand in hand.
Sighing, you lay back down with her, facing her and brushing a piece of hair out of her face just to tuck it behind her ear.
A bright gummy smile beamed at you sleepily, warmth in its light.
The sun couldn’t imagine the brightness or the warmth that she filled you with. Despite the scars and wounds you had both suffered together, she was still here…in the lowest point of your life she was a consistent ray of shining effervescent light.
“Do you know how special you are, Mina?” Tone turning serious for a moment, first thing in the morning.
“I could ask you the same question.” As she takes your hand off her face, softly kissing your palm before cuddling your arm.
The idea sprang into your head, something thought about in passing but too scared to focus on - you weren’t so scared anymore.
“Did you have anything planned for that date tonight?” Eyebrow raised and lips pursed.
“I was just about to ask what you wanted to do.”
“I’m…highjacking this date!” Jumping up and throwing on a pair of pants and a shirt.
“Hey! Where are you going?!” Leaping after you, wrapping her hands around your neck and clinging to you.
“I just highjacked a date, Mina! I have to make it special if I’m stealing it from you!” Smirking at her.
“Anything with you is special.” Kissing from your neck up to your jaw, making you totally weak in the knees.
“M-Mina! Stop trying to seduce meeeee!” The way you whined at her brought out that beautiful smile again.
Grabbing your wallet off the dresser, you hand her one of your cards.
“Baby, why are you giving me your card?” Confusion in her tone and concern on her face.
“Tonight’s date is all on me. All of it. So, do me a favor…” wrapping your arms around her waist and scooting her back to the bed so she’s seated.
“Take my card, go get your nails done and get an outfit for tonight.” Kissing her one last time before heading towards the door.
“But-“
“No buts! Unless it’s yours, then yes…butts.” Blowing her a kiss and slipping out the door.
Her giggle follows you.
—
Getting yourself a new outfit for the date as you were still replacing everything that was destroyed.
A medium grey sweater that hugged you perfectly, some fitted black slacks and black dress shoes. Mina would go crazy seeing you in this and that’s what you wanted.
Walking back to the car, you try not to pay too much attention to what’s across the street from the store you were in.
You hadn’t been there…maybe you should go. You know the number of the plot…
Before you could argue with yourself further you were pulling into the dirt parking lot and stepping out of the car.
Walking down the isles and counting until you hit the one you knew it was at.
Taking a deep breath, you walk to the stone and read it.
~Im Nayeon~
~Forever in our hearts~
Fans had scattered the grave with wreaths, photocards, flowers and candles that had burnt out all their life force.
You were just happy none of the fans were here to see you visiting so you could have your peace in this moment.
The company did a very good job at covering up how it all happened, burying police reports and blaming it on a car accident.
JYP had been collecting letters sent to the company for you, the world not knowing what she put you through…they offer sympathy but it only caused you more suffering. You opted not to read them.
The online comments about you being with Mina were hard to swallow, everyone placing bets on who you’d be with next when they had no idea what you had already been through with Nayeon.
The world never knew what she was or who she was. A secret kept from everyone in order to protect the privacy of Twice and you while you all healed.
Staring for a minute, you drop your head and have a moment of silence with yourself.
The birds are chirping, the sun is bright and you were about to propose to your girlfriend tonight but you were here…somberly staring at the cold stone slab that Nayeon was buried under.
“I’m going to ask Mina to marry me today, Nayeon…I know that probably doesn’t sit well with you.” A dull whisper of wind pushes your hair out of your face as you sit down in front of her grave.
“What you and I had…it wasn’t love…it was never love…and I know that because what you put me through is something I would never put Mina through…I wouldn’t have put you through it either.” Eyes staring to well up in anger and sadness, tears falling and hitting your pant legs with a thick rhythmic thwap.
“But…Mina is exactly what I’ve always wanted…she’s what I thought you were.” Taking a deep breath as you carry on.
“It’s still so hard to wrap my brain around. How did you go from humming in the kitchen and trying to make my coffee perfect to…shooting her and stabbing me? And what you did to Jihyo? I just…” choking on your words, face twisting in discomfort.
“Not in this life or the next…Goodbye, Im Nayeon.” Taking a second to blink the pain from your eyes, another deep breath, you stand up and walk back to your car.
You’ve got some preparing to do.
—
Next to stop for flowers, and then you’ll be ready to go and pick up Mina from your shared apartment.
Though it hadn’t been long since the two of you had been together, it felt like a life time. There was nothing you were more sure about than marrying her.
Grabbing a bouquet of 2 dozen roses, you are officially ready to return back to your apartment.
Pulling into the parking lot and going up the stairs, you hear the shower running. Taking the moment where Mina was distracted, you set up the flowers in the living room. Frilling them out and making sure they were perfect.
Once that was done, you went into the room - removing your shirt and pants on the way and heading straight for the bathroom to join Mina.
Angelic singing echoing against the tile, her shadow behind the frosted glass washing her hair.
Stripping out of your underwear, you knock lightly on that glass.
“Room for one more?”
“Hmmmm, I suppose I could make room.” Winking before stepping to the side and letting you into the drizzle of the shower head.
—
Mina stayed in the bathroom to dry her hair and style it while you went and got ready in the room. Slipping on your new slacks, you grab the sweater and slide it on before brushing it out as a nervous tick.
A spray of the sandalwood perfume you like and a watch, you’re almost ready to go.
Sneaking over to your sock drawer in the dresser and pulling out a little suede box and stuffing it in your pocket quickly.
“I want to surprise you with the dress I got so go to the living room when you’re finished!” Shouted with excitement.
“Yes Ma’am, leaving now.” Stepping out of the room and closing the door.
Thinking it is a little chilly outside, you should probably grab your jacket. There was a charcoal grey peacoat you had that would match, and hand an inner pocket to hide the ring.
Putting the jacket on, you tug the ring out of your back pocket and pop the box open.
It’s perfect.
An oval diamond on a platinum band with two smaller diamonds framing the one in the middle, classy and elegant just like her.
Closing the box, you put it in your jacket and take a deep breath. Nerves getting the better of you as you wait.
It didn’t take long for Mina to emerge from the bedroom. Hearing the door open, you turn your head to see your beautiful girlfriend.
Holy.
Shit.
A bright candy apple red cocktail dress, hair done in large beach waves with a nude lip. The embodiment of heaven blessing you with her presence, elegant and sexy…you were very lucky for so many reasons and very aware of that.
“Oh, wow…” standing up immediately, you walk over to her - jaw to the floor.
Suddenly Mina gasps at the roses set up for her on the coffee table.
“Honey! These are so beautiful!” Running over to them to stick her nose in them and take a deep whiff of their fragrance.
“Thank you.” The eyes she’s giving you sends a chill, jaw still on the floor at her in this dress.
“Can you help me?” Pointing to her back and turning around to reveal her zipper half way down.
Oh, the nerves persist, rattling you to your core. Hands shakily taking the small zipper and tugging it up, you release the metal and hear it rattle.
“Are you shaking? Did you eat today?” Concern in her voice, she turns around quickly to face you, brows furrowed in worry.
“Yes, I did eat.” Sheepishly, trying not to make eye contact.
The warmth in your cheeks gives you away to her.
“Y/n L/n, are you blushing right now?” Her hands go to hips, the smirk she gives you makes you cover your eyes.
“You’re cute when you blush.” Reaching for your fingers to hold your hand.
“You might still make me nervous…” timidly expressed with a chuckle.
“Nervous?! We are just going to dinner, my love! No need to be nervous.” Kissing your cheek and grabbing her shoes to slip on.
Strapped black heels to finish the look off and a black clutch to match.
Catching her eyeing you while she fixes the straps on her shoes, you wink at her and taking the moment of separation to grab her long black jacket out of the closet.
“Thank you for getting my jacket baby, and can I just say…you clean up so well.” Winking back at you as you hold her coat open for her so she could easily put it on.
“Thank you,” kissing her and admiring her.
“Ready?”
Mina nods her head at you, you hold the door for her while she steps out and you’re off on your date.
—
Dinner was smooth, taking her to a fancy steak house around the corner for your apartment. The food was great, the atmosphere was quiet and the conversation was immaculate as always.
Unsure of how you were going to pop the question, you just let the night take you where ever it may.
A glass of wine or two and you were feeling less nervous than before, now it was just a matter of timing.
Unwilling to ask her in public, you tried to think about what you could do or where you could take her that would be romantic and still personal.
“Wow, the sunset looks really pretty tonight.” Pointed out to you as you left the restaurant.
“Do you want to go watch it at the park?” Perfect idea.
“I’d love that.” Smiling up at you as you set off.
The park only being a block away was a big win, especially with her in those shoes. Clinging to your arm the entire way there, you find a bench in front of a stream and watch as the sun goes down.
Mina’s head is resting on your shoulder, still holding onto your arm and sighing into relaxation.
“Hey, Mina?”
“Hm?”
“Well…” the nerves returned rapidly as you start your speech.
“You know you mean the world to me? You’re so kind and caring, intelligent, thoughtful…I really respect and admire the person you are.”
*Deep breath, keep going*.
“Everyday, even the days that wouldn’t classify as great, since I’ve met you, you’ve only added to my life. I’ve grown so much…I value myself more, and I finally know what love truly means. Through out the relationship we’ve built, you constantly show up for me…you are an amazing partner and friend.” Running out of breath, forgetting to inhale and exhale while you talk.
Mina is looking you in the eyes, tearing up as you continue.
“I would not have made it through…the situation we were in without you…and to be honest, I don’t want to know another day without you as my partner. You are everything I dreamed of and so so so much more.”
Standing up and kneeling down on one knee in the gravel, you pull the box out of your jacket, anxiously trembling as you pop it open in front of her.
Mina’s hands cover her mouth as she gasps in shock at the ring, the tears are now freely falling as she covers her entire face with them.
“Mina Sharon Myoui, w-will you marry me?” Quivering through the most important sentence of your life.
Mina is aggressively nodding her head yes, sniffling and choking back happy tears while she extends her left hand towards you.
Slipping her ring on her finger, you kiss her hand and stand up only for her to follow you in a massive hug, sobbing into your neck and squeezing you.
“You are everything to me.” Her tightened throat squeaked out.
Meeting you face to face, placing her hands on your cheeks and bringing you in for a kiss drenched in pure love.
Resting your foreheads together, you’re smiling at each other- holding each other and living right in that moment where you’re supposed to be.
This is what they talk about in movies. This is what the love songs are written about.
This is Eden.
“So, future Mrs. Myoui, what would you like to do for the rest of the evening?” Starting to walk home hand in hand, Mina’s ring finger sparkling in the moonlight.
“Anything.”
“Anything?” Eyebrows raised, she has something in mind.
“Mhm, what are you thinking?” Kicking a pebble on the street as you walk.
Mina can’t seem to shake the smile she has, you share that sentiment.
“I can think of a few things, actually.”
“Oh, really? Like what?”
“Well, I might’ve bought more than just this dress…and I’m going to be honest, I’ve been staring at you all night.” A glimmer in her eye, a look.
THE look.
“More than just the dress, huh? I’m intrigued.” raising an eyebrow at her.
“…it’s actually under the dress.” Casually dropping the information.
“Drinks before dessert?” as you turn the key to your apartment.
Summary: Reader has the name of the person who wrote the note and decides it's time to let the culprits know how they feel.
TW: Mentions of drinking, confrontations, trapped in a small space, sitting in the rain, mentions of food, intimate moments sprinkled in there (Not sex, but like something you'd only do with your partner, if that makes sense??). Reader is half way on a war path, but is overwhelmed by their own emotions, lost of confusion. Let me know if I missed anything!
A/N: Even with reworking this series, I’m so proud of this whole thing. I really thought I was going to end it with this part and then ended up with 9 parts already written and 2 more to go.
There are a lot of firsts in this series for me. My first fic being part one, my first smut being part 4, my first series…this series is just my whole child fr.
Anyways, part 8 soon🖤 Thank you for taking the time to read these! Have a wonderful day mwa mwa!
Staring at the screen of your phone in absolute disbelief, you read the singular name texted to you.
Blood boils under your skin as your fear turns to rage.
The phone starts vibrating in your hand as Nayeon calls trying to get a hold of you. You throw your phone across the room in a fit of pure anger.
It continues to vibrate against the floor, refusing your want for silence.
Dumbstruck and livid, fighting the water that threatens to fall from your eyes. Your feet are flat on the floor, elbows resting on your knees as you hunch over, head in hands.
Too furious to even begin to decipher exactly what your body needs as the trauma sinks its teeth into your bones.
A cold poison taints the warmth of your soul.
You’ve spent years unearthing and healing old scars, only for the person who helped you through it to completely undo all the hard work.
Quickly standing up, retrieving your now shattered phone as it rings, you make your way back to the couch when you see a cable tucked until the cushion.
Raising an eyebrow, you place your phone on the arm of the couch before tugging on the wire to reveal Nayeon’s ipad hiding between the cushion of the love seat you plopped on.
“She’s probably pissed she forgot this.” smiling at the thought, wishing for inconvenient things to happen to annoy her for the remainder of the day.
Never wanting to wish actual harm on her, you still loved her but you are definitely upset enough to wish for one of her nails to break enough to make them look uneven, or for her shirt to be caught on a door handle while walking through it.
Swiping up to unlock the tablet but it reveals a keypad for a passcode.
Hesitation sits on your shoulders as you twiddle your fingers.
Was this something you really wanted to do? You no longer had any trust in her but would you breaking her trust make it any better?
Punching in the first code, the screen shakes indicating it’s incorrect.
It’s not her birthday.
Trying your birthday next, the lock shimmies back at you asking for another set of numbers.
Thinking for a second before it dawns on you.
Trying your anniversary and it opens.
A deep breath in, and you click on the messages. Searching for the name of the person who accompanied your partner in betrayal.
Noticing in the sidebar, your name with a heart and the banner underneath your name swiftly changing as it synchronizes with the pinging of your phone.
You fixate on the other names in the list. Momo, Sana, Mina, a few Twice group chats when THE name pops up to the top of the list.
*“Are you alright?”*
Seething, knowing the hands that typed that message are the hands that touched Nayeon.
Seeing the text bubble start to move and then stop only to start up again.
*“No, I’m flying back home tonight instead of tomorrow. I’ll call you later.”*
Great.
Thinking about packing a bag and heading to Momo’s but this was your apartment.
Why should you have to leave?
But how long do you have until Nayeon arrives?
Your phone goes back to buzzing as she’s panic texting you. Telling you that she will be home later tonight and you can talk it through then. She begs you not to leave the apartment.
You scoff.
The iPad pings again.
*“Okay, just checking in. My plane just landed back home and I have a meeting. I should be home after that. If you need a place to stay, just let me know.”*
Stomach churning at the offer, hands that aren’t yours trailing Nayeon’s body weighs heavy in your mind, nausea creeping in.
This person can’t be offering this to her. What if she says yes? You’re fixated on the screen as the chat bubble pops up.
*“I really do appreciate that but I don’t think that y/n would want me to stay with you.”*
“A little too late, no?” outwardly annoyed that she’s trying to assert a boundary with this person.
Knowing full well what’s already happened.
*“So she knows now? When you said you got into an argument, I didn’t think it was about that…”*
Gritting your teeth, hearing your jaw crack under the pressure as your eyes widen, seeing the acknowledgement of the deed with your own eyes.
It has your sights on red.
“Yes. I know now.” Typed into the virtual keyboard, hitting send without a second thought and tossing the iPad to the side.
For a brief second, silence fills the room. No notifications, no pinging of text tones.
Just pure silence.
Standing up hastily, leaving all your electronics behind, grabbing your keys and wallet before walking out the door.
You’ve got a meeting to get to.
—
Hopping into the driver's seat, putting your car in reverse and pull out of the parking spot and onto the road at an unsafe speed.
The tires are recklessly screeching behind you as you swerve through traffic.
Running through the red lights like they’re nothing. Not even blinking as you speed onto the freeway in silence. Knowing exactly where the meeting is and you plan on being present for it.
Getting off on the exit, you pull up to the JYP building, parking in Nayeon’s spot knowing she wasn’t going to be in today.
Ripping the keys from the ignition, hear the scrape of the metal as you push the car door open and slam it behind you.
The fresh infuriated rage in your body physically manifests as you speed walk through the cold air, steam rising from your arms as you start to walk through the side entrance close to the elevators.
As you walk past the security guard. He stands to greet you and informs you that Nayeon isn’t in today. You look at him and he sees the absolute fury in your eyes, “Carry on, Y/n” and seats immediately back at the desk.
Returning to your hasty pace, you reach the elevator and slam the “Up” button with your hands, probably too hard as it starts the woman also waiting.
Crossed arms; heart racing with your jaw and fists clenched, leaving the taste of copper in your mouth and indents in your palms as you “patiently” wait for the elevator to come down to pick you up.
Hearing the ring of the door and snap your head up to see none other than Park Jihyo standing inside about to get off, when your eyes connect. Her smile fades quickly when she realizes what’s about to happen.
She tried to take a step out and greet you, but you put your hand on her shoulder and shove her lightly back into the elevator. The woman you previously startled hesitates so come in.
“Would you mind taking the next one?” You hiss at her.
Not waiting for an answer, hitting the button for floor 7, and facing the doors as they close.
The lights are bright and threatening as you ascend up. You count the floors as they pass, Jihyo silent behind you nervously playing with her hands when you reach out and hit the “Stop” button.
The elevator grinds to a halt between floors. You turn around to face Jihyo, eyebrows creased and lean against the walls of the 6ft wide box.
Hand raised up to pinch the bridge of your nose.
“When were you planning on telling me, Hyo?” Spat at her loudly.
Flinching at the tone and volume of your voice, the echo violently bouncing off the walls.
You weren’t going to hurt her, she knew that. Never having seen you like this before, she takes in your demeanor and slowly runs her eyes up your body taking note of your unkempt clothes, the bags under your eyes, and lack of jacket.
“Did you speed here after seeing that conversation?” quizzically inquired while tilting her head at you.
Rolling your eyes, you’re uninterested in the question. This feels like she’s challenging you, even if it is innocent.
“Here’s what we are going to do.” Firmly enunciating your words as they sputter out of your mouth.
“I’m going to ask you the questions and you are either going to answer them or we are going to be in this elevator for a very long time.”
Jihyo nods her head, understanding that this isn’t the time for her to try to ease the tension with playful banter.
She does pity you though, knowing that she was part of the cause makes her eye shift to the floor as she begins to speak. Her empathy is losing its meaning in your apathy.
“Listen Y/n, I know that this is a lot and I can’t imagine what you are going through and feeling right now. I need you to know that it was a one time thing and it has never happened again….We were both drunk out of our minds…”
Lifting her head up to try to sneak a look at your face, she sees your eyes spilling over and winces. She hates this just as much as you do but you’re unsure of if it’s because the conversation is emotionally charged or just uncomfortable.
“It was a stupid mistake. We were going to tell you but we were trying to avoid this. It was years ago. I didn’t even know she was seeing someone until she told me the morning after.” Looking you right in the eyes as she explained it all.
“She was inconsolable. She was so scared to lose you that she couldn’t stop crying and shaking…I wrote her that note and stuck it in her wallet the night of thinking it would be funny to wake up too. I thought she would’ve thrown it away by now.” Jihyo sighed heavily, searching your face for signs that you were absorbing her story.
“I can tell you this much. I’ve never seen Nayeon look at anyone the way she looks at you. The way her eyes light up when she talks about you is something other people dream about when they think of love.”
Choking on your emotions, dropping your angry mask to reveal the truth behind your eyes.
Suffering.
Squatting down, wrapping your arms around to hold your knees to your chest as you sob. Jihyo quickly follows, placing a hand on your back trying to console you.
Once you have some semblance of calm, Jihyo speaks again.
“Do you remember the night that I called you from Nayeon's phone?” Hyo smiles at the memory.
It lives happily in her brain too.
“I didn’t know how into you she was until she started crying about missing you…and when you got to my house and she almost tackled you in the snow, it only solidified how important you are to her. It was my idea not to say anything…”
Glaring at her, waiting her to finish.
“I know, I know! I’m sorry. I really am. I just didn’t want to shatter something that was just starting. Look at the beautiful relationship you’ve built with her.
I could tell when I saw you both together that you were meant for each other. I felt bad for it then and I feel even worse about it now.”
The molten anger solidifying into sadness, once more. A heavy breath leaves your mouth when you realize you were so wrapped up in what was happening that you forgot you were in a stopped elevator.
Calmly standing, you brush yourself off and hit the stop button again.
The elevator groans to the 7th floor.
The doors open and a few people file in, not realizing the emotionally charged conversation that had just taken place, though you’re sure it’s displayed across your face.
A man in a suit pressed the “Ground level” button and the elevator descended to the lobby.
Once the doors open, you swiftly walk past security. Trying to leave behind the anger fueled attempt at a conversation, even if you didn’t say much.
The friendship you developed with Jihyo allowed her to know exactly what to say so keep you calm despite that being the first appearance of your unadulterated anger.
Leaving JYP through the front doors, you start walking down the sidewalk through the heavy rain.
“Where are you going?!” Jihyo shouts from the front of the building.
You just keep walking without even a glance back at her.
—
Finding yourself in a park by a river, you sit down on the wet bench. The light drizzle that threatened rain all day opened up and washed over your skin the entire way there, so what was a wet bench to you anyway?
“I should’ve brought a jacket” you think as you let the cool drops land on your back completely soaking you.
Reaching in your pocket, forgetting that your phone is at home.
The words “Missing something?” Unearths itself out of the rain with a black umbrella and sits next to you on the bench, shielding you from the downpour.
“Didn’t want to be bothered by the constant ringing?” Sitting in silence, not wanting to interact with Jihyo.
She knows you well.
You’ve been around each other for long enough to pick up on the little things. You roll your eyes wishing it wasn’t someone who could reflect you back to yourself.
“Look, I know this is overwhelmin-“
“No, you don’t” cutting her off with a tone that could dissolve the strongest on metals.
Your face contorted with exasperation as you spew out the words, “You have NO idea what it’s like to look at the person you’ve spent the last 3 years with and question whether or not they are who they say. You don’t know what it’s like for that same partner to hide things behind your back with someone you consider family. Please tell me about a time you’ve experienced this level of betrayal, Hyo. You’ve got no clue what I’ve been struggling with these past few days and don’t you dare say that you have!”
Your words were harsh and she accepted them.
“You’re right. I’m sorry.” She calmly states while holding eye contact with you.
You're more upset that she’s so polished in her responses. Maintaining your angry demeanor, you turn to face the river in front of you.
The rain continues to fall as you sit in silence, Jihyo just sitting next to you waiting for you to speak.
“Why are you still here?” Annoyed at her presence.
“Because I’ve made you upset with my actions and you’re my friend.”
The emotional whiplash your body is projecting is infuriating. Overwhelmed by the notion that two things could be true at once.
On one hand, you’re livid with Jihyo and Nayeon. On the other, you respect the accountability of the person in front of you, even if it only instills anger in you further.
She’s sat here in silence with you, in the middle of a thunderstorm only to be yelled at.
“If I would have known this was the result of keeping it a secret, I would’ve told you years ago. I wouldn’t have convinced Nayeon not to say anything. Hell, I barely remember any of it, neither of us do. I really am sorry.”
Her words make you think about Nayeon. If she didn’t remember…if she wanted to tell you.
Nayeon had never broken your trust before. She was always honest, even overly honest. She would answer anything you asked her. You had trusted her with every detail of your life.
Every scar that ever calloused over your heart was shown to her. Whenever they started to ache again, she would kiss the wounds and soothe you. You crave that same comfort now, undecided if you are going to go and get it, reeling at the potential falsehood of it all.
Jihyo watched the cogs move in your head as you sorted through the information and filed it away where it belonged.
She stands up and looks over, “do you want a ride back to your car? The rain is only going to get worse from here.” Nodding your head yes, you walk back to the car with her, getting in the passenger side.
Sitting in silence the 4 minute drive back.
Your stomach starts to growl as you approach the JYP building. Wishing you brought your phone with you so you could order something and have it be at the house by the time you got there.
“If you ever want to talk, please know I’m here for you” she says as you get out of the car in silence and close the door behind you.
You ended up stopping at a local cafe to get something to go. The girl behind the counter widening her eyes as she watches you walk in, absolutely drenched.
You order your usual sandwich.
“Anything else?” The girl behind the register asks, still looking at you like you’ve got something on your face other than rain and tears.
“Yeah, actually. Can I get that one salad you guys have with the apples in it? I’m not really sure what it’s called.” You only know it by “Nayeon’s favorite”.
The girl rolls her eyes and punches in the order. You pay for it, and twiddle with your thumbs while you wait.
—
Pulling up to the apartment felt different this time. No people waiting for Nayeon outside, no cars blocking you from making a swift escape into the building. Wondering if she’s home yet as you get into the elevator.
The kitchen is lit up upon entry. You left all the lights on. Phone and ipad are still on the love seat but the sectional is occupied by a sleeping Nayeon.
Wrapped in the blanket you’ve been using and laying on your pillow.
Quietly walking in, place the food on the counter and quickly step into the bedroom. Letting out a light sigh, and decide it’s time you take a shower. Feeling grimey from the rain.
—
Emerging from the bedroom in sweatpants and a cropped tank top, hair still wet. Tying it up into a bun and quietly pull plates down from the cabinets.
Glancing over to see Nayeon still asleep and notice that her phone is in her hands.
She’s probably waiting to hear from you.
Plating the take out, you quietly bring the dishes over to the living room and place them lightly on the coffee table.
Returning to the kitchen and grab another bottle of wine from the refrigerator and a set of glasses.
Popping the bottle open, you freeze when you hear a shift coming from the couch.
Not looking back at the sound, you continue pouring the wine into the glasses you had already set out.
A light gasp erupts from her lips as she notices the food on the table. Hearing the smile in it, you fight back the upward pull of your lips.
Anxiety sets in as you remember what you’re walking into. Feeling your fingers lock up as you reach for cutlery.
It rattles in the drawer, drawing Nayeon’s attention. She stills as she feels her brain turn on, remembering what had happened hours beforehand.
Picking up the glasses and bringing them to the table, her eyes follow your every move. Placing a glass down in front of her, you hand her silverware.
“Eat.”
She’s moving very cautiously through this unnavigated territory. Not only in the sense of “walking on eggshells” even her usually fluid movements were slow and strategized.
Taking in the sight of her in as you pick at your food. It looks like the nap she took was the first ounce of sleep she’s had in days.
Eyes bloodshot and half lidded as she chews. She sets her fork down, takes a large sip of the wine and looks down at the floor.
“...Y/n…” she briefly looks up to see you already present and focused on her.
Waiting for your explanation that she owes you as her eyes return to the food in front of her to avoid adding discomfort to herself.
Her face beams a shade of red as her eyes close. It twists in a way you’ve seen many times before and she tries to hold it all together. Pools of tears start to collect and shed as she continues. Her words muffled underneath a thick layer of guilt.
“I made a mistake, a really bad one, at the very beginning of our relationship.” Wincing at the sound of her voice cracking.
The sharp edged subject matter slicing at you in the same way finding that note did.
“I need you to know that I do not remember any of it. I was that drunk and so was Jihyo.” Another twist of the knife in your chest.
Remembering to breathe, you continue listening.
“Nothing has happened since, and nothing like this will ever happen again. I wanted to tell you but the person I was then and the person I am now are two completely different people. Even that version of myself would never dream of hurting you in such a way. I allowed myself to be convinced that not telling you was better than you leaving. Please understand that I would do anything to remove this from my past…our past.”
It all becomes too much as you shoot up from your seat and bring your plate to the kitchen and put it in the sink. Faucet on, you scrub the plate like it’s caked in dirt.
Nayeon blinks aggressively, glaring at you for leaving in the middle of the conversation before she stands up and follows you to the sink.
Sniffling behind you and covering her mouth with the sleeve of your sweater she was wearing.
Tilting your head to face her, taking in the pure shame she was already putting herself through for the act that she committed. Turning the faucet off, you dry your hands with the towel hanging on the oven’s handle while turning to fully face her.
Pinching the bridge of your nose, trying not to break again. Wide eyes looking at you, studying your body language trying to determine what you’ll say…if you’ll say anything.
She can see the stress emanating from you.
“Please say something.” Breathed out in a whisper, reaching out to touch your shoulder in hopes to bring you back to the present.
Hoping it’ll keep you from emotionally shutting down.
It sends a shock to your nervous system, almost jumping out of your skin as the soft familiar hand glides down your arm to your hand where she leaves it.
“I don’t know what to say, Nayeon.” You are battling yourself.
Both angry and so in love with this beautiful human in front of you. Even with tears in her eyes, she was magic to you.
Effortlessly, stunning even in the face of fear and uncertainty.
Endlessly baffled by the mistake made because she’s always been so attentive, so patient, so tender and caring that even her admitting it to your face felt like a lie.
You know that’s not who she is, right?
Wrong.
You don’t know anything for certain. Logic and emotion argue as you stand there silently. Trying to figure out where to go next.
Reaching out to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear, the other hand still in yours and tears still falling. You don’t want to let go of her hand, but you don’t want to tighten your hold on it either.
Patiently watching your eyes as they animate the war in your head; The two sides were fighting and you were standing on the fence of the choice you had to make. Pondering what life would be like without her and what life was like with her.
Do all of those amazing moments count for nothing?
Were they all just a waste of time?
Taking a deep breath, you look Nayeon right in the eyes. She feels almost violated by how deeply you are looking into her.
“I am devastated.” Shoulders are feeling lighter as you continue.
“I can’t believe you did this and didn’t tell me. For our entire relationship to be built on this foundation absolutely shatters me and everything we’ve ever built together. I feel like I don’t know who you are.”
The last sentence knocks the wind out of her, gasping for air and holding back sobs.
“I just never expected this from you…” said shakily while you watched her try to collect herself.
Rotating and sit down on the floor, sliding your back down the flat doors of your cabinets. She follows but on the other side, feet between yours. Trying to muffle the cries because she seemingly can’t bear the fact that she has caused this damage.
The exhaustion takes over.
Body being so tense to hold the weight of the situation for days now. You yawn, Nayeon regulates her breath as you try to gain the energy to continue the conversation.
Standing up, she lays her hand out for you, wordlessly. Not letting go of it as she leads you to your shared bedroom, a bed left untouched sits right in the middle of the room.
Thinking about how great sleeping in your bed will feel after being on the couch for days. She’s out of the room as quickly as she brought you here.
Staring to feel warm under your clothes, you remove them and fling them into a corner. Crawling under the comforter and settling in.
Nayeon returns, your pillow in hand. She notices you’re missing your tank top and shifts her eyes down out of respect. Not knowing if you wanted her to see you this way anymore.
Bending down to unplug her phone charger and grabs her pillow silently.
“I’ll sleep on the couch, I know how your back gets. Please get some rest.” Kneeling on the bed for a second, leaning into you but hesitates.
Was it her place to kiss your forehead still?
Nayeon took the risk worth taking, kissing your forehead tenderly. Before quickly walking out of the room.
A tear from her eyes trailed down to your cheek.
Rain continues to fall.
—
Laying in bed for what feels like hours. Uncomfortably tossing and turning in the lonely sheets.
Opening your eyes and stare at the ceiling, getting lost in the patterns of the texture.
Exhaustion is no match for your mind and you really don’t want to be in this bed alone right now. Sitting up, the comforter falling to reveal your chest as you weigh your options.
Thinking about how Nayeon is on the couch by herself right now. Probably overthinking everything and stressing herself out, no sleep in sight.
In a moment of weakness, you stand up and saunter into the living room.
Laying splayed out in the sectional, phone in hand scrolling mindlessly in the warm light. A useless distraction, you were all that filled her mind.
Taking note that she removed the sweater and was only in a sports bra now. You can’t help but reminisce about how her skin feels on yours.
Noticing you standing in the doorway, arms crossed, holding yourself- she looks away from her phone to acknowledge your presence, locking it and laying it on her chest.
“Having trouble sleeping too?” Nodding your head and biting the inside of your cheek.
You take the risk.
Slowly wandering to the front of the sectional and climbing into the blanket with her. Surprised by the action but she lifts the blanket so you can get comfortable, making sure you're covered.
“You’re so cold, why didn’t you wear something?” she whispers as you press your face into her neck and wrap your arms around her causing her to shiver.
“I wanted to feel your warmth…” barely audible back to her.
You don’t have the same compulsion of not wanting her to touch you.
She feels like Nayeon.
She feels like home.
Nayeon starts tracing patterns on your shoulder as she leans her face on the top of your head. Both silently enjoy each other's comfort as you drift off to sleep.
—
Awoken by the sound of humming in the kitchen, you smile before you even open your eyes, knowing exactly what’s happening before you are even half awake.
Still wrapped in the soft blanket on the sectional taking up more space than you originally were now that the other person was up and about.
“Shit.” A whispered voice rings through the apartment.
“Too much creamer again?” Slyly said from the couch.
You hear her jump, she must’ve not realized you were awake.
“I didn’t mean to wake you, ba-“ she stops herself from saying the pet name, not knowing what the boundaries were anymore.
“You didn’t wake me. I should be the one apologizing, I was the one who scared you.” You chuckle, getting up and stretching before throwing on the sweater, laid across the couch’s back, to cover up a little before you start your morning rituals.
When you turn around you see her cheeks fill with red as she takes in your naked body.
“You okay?” grabbing the black mug, taking a sip knowing she’s flustered.
“I think so…” she says slowly, unsure of her next step.
“I think I just want to know what the next step is…for us.”
Her eyes flicker to your face waiting for a response. You start to walk over to the bedroom.
“Well, we usually shower next, have you forgotten our routine already? It was only a couple of days” Trying to make light of the situation.
She giggles “you know what I mean…I just need to know if I can mend this. To fix this. Falling asleep with you last night was the calmest I’ve felt… ” interrupting her before she can cloud your brain with sweet things.
She always knew how to break you with that.
“I’m still angry that you hid it from me” stoically expressing the truth.
Both truths.
“But I love you.” She smiles, hopeful of what’s to come, walking towards you with her arms out.
Wrapping them around your neck and pulling you in for a soft peck.
After a few more quick kisses, foreheads connected as her arms slid down to your waist.
“But I need to make it very clear that I cannot do this again. So if you’re hiding anything else, please tell me now.”
She cups your face in her hands and brings you in for a long kiss that makes you a little weak in the knees.
“I’ll never hide anything from you again. Ever.”
“Good, will you start the shower then?”
Watching as she happily skips into the bathroom humming the same tune she was while making coffee.
Wandering behind her to pick out what clothes you’re wearing for the day when you hear a phone vibrate in the kitchen.
Walking over to the counter and picking up the closest phone to see which one it was. It’s Nayeon’s phone with a message from Jihyo.
Your face drops as you read “Did she believe you or do we actually need to stop seeing each other?”
Ugh this is too good rereading these first (remastered) parts was so fun had me at the edge of my seat even though ik what happens love this series so much!! can’t wait for what’s in store hehe
Summary: Reader is struggling with the emotions that come with uncovering some uncomfortable truths about their relationship with Nayeon.
Tw: Mentions of drinking, reader has unhealthy coping mechanisms, reader is a little stuck in their head (very stuck in their head), spiraling, nausea, cursing, flash backs, food, cheating, panic attacks, crying, Dahmo is present again, a quick mention of Chaeyoung, doggos (the 10th member of twice and his brother make an appearance) If I missed anything pls let me know!
A/N: This NEEDED to be re-written so bad. Like…soooooo bad. Nothing about the story changed! Just sentence structure tweaks and maybe some more descriptive words!
I hope you enjoy! 🖤
The smell of bacon wakes you. Reaching to your right, your hand lands on a cool slick wooden table instead of your soft sheets.
You are immediately upset that Nayeon isn't next to you.
When you open your eyes you’re met with an immediate headache and the realization that you aren’t in your own bed. Vision blurring through morning light, much like the last 12 hours. Colors and shapes that aren’t distinct but there’s a familiarity in the patterns seen by your hungover eyes.
Usually waking to the sweet sound of Nayeon humming in the kitchen to herself, your chest hollows out remembering the simplicity of the previous morning.
Her showering you with affection from the minute you opened your eyes, her switching coffees with you so you could have the perfect cup, the giggles and glances while bathing together…your heart was dissociating down the spiral of what you had with Nayeon.
Physically shaking those thoughts out of your brain like an etch-a-sketch causes the dull ache behind your eyes to sharpen into a searing burn between your temples.
Blinking rapidly to clear the haze in your sights, you let out a groan at how bright the sun is beaming through the large windows in front of you.
You recognize the living room from the neutral tones of the furniture, the Twice posters framed in black hung perfectly, the fireplace roaring to beat out the chilly air, and the hints of light pink everywhere.
Not even needing to see the dog toys scattered throughout the room to know that you’re in Momo’s living room.
The uncomfortable couch you had fallen asleep on was good for sitting and not for sleeping. Shifting around, trying to sink a little deeper between the blanket someone placed on you and the firm cushion below you but the scream of your lower back was enough to keep you placed right where you were.
The sizzle of the bacon gets louder by the second and the clicking of nails on hardwood floors are now present throughout the house. You hear Boo barking for a piece of bacon followed by a loud hiss.
“Shh!” Followed by a hushed ”Y/n is still sleeping…we’ve got to let her rest- Boo! You better share with Dobby!”
“Don’t worry, I’m awake!” Groaned with a soft smile.
Reaching for your phone on the coffee table next to you and attempt to open it but your screen refuses to flicker on.
“Great” Clamoring to yourself, tossing back on the table in frustration.
“Good Morning, my love” Hearing Momo greeting Dahyun in the kitchen followed by the sound of a quick peck and a sigh; you feel the knot in your chest and the lump in your throat grow.
Hearing the way love is laced within the words Momo speaks when addressing Dahyun makes your skin burn with dread.
A deep ache that could only be filled by who you thought Nayeon was.
Who she might have never been.
The hushed conversation over the sounds of breakfast being made continues as you spiral.
Endless thoughts running through your brain as you try to file them away in their proper place. An attempt to process the feeling of betrayal. You can’t believe you’re even thinking about her doing such a thing.
“Nayeon? Cheating? She couldn’t…could she?” The woman who would threaten the Sun if it burnt you, the same woman who was so gentle with you, always making sure you felt safe and loved.
It feels like acid is eating away at your frontal lobe while the knife twists against the memories that flooded back to you. A melting brain trying to talk you out of accepting what you saw in her wallet.
Dehydrated.
Hungover.
Heart broken.
A triple threat.
While you try to derail the train of thought that was plaguing your mind, the sound of nails and the shifting of floor boards as someone walks over to you gets louder with each second. The dogs run ahead to jump on the couch and greet you, laughing as they try to lick your face giving them equal attention without rising from your position.
“Good Morning, Y/n-nie,'' Averting your eyes from the dogs to see Dahyun smiling down at you on the couch with a bottle of water raised up by her face. She gave a little shimmy and posed with the bottle to try to get you to smile.
“Good Morning, Dahyunnie” The dogs jump down when they hear the sound of Momo placing food in their bowl, scurrying off rapidly to their respective spots for breakfast.
Sitting up while Dahyun holds her hand out with some medication, patiently waiting for you to pop them in your mouth before handing you the glorious bottle of water.
“You are a saint,” while cracking opening the bottle, only to chug half of it before coming up for air, gasping at how great the cool liquid feels going down your throat.
Sitting down next to you, she waits for you to say something…anything at all. She doesn’t want to push you into more discomfort than you are already experiencing.
Eyes scanning the coffee table to see an empty tequila bottle, your dead phone, and 3 empty glasses. A sigh leaves your lips. Not being much of a drinker at all, you’re surprised at yourself for the amount of alcohol you ingested to void yourself of feelings entirely.
The problem with that, is that now you weren’t numb. Arms feeling heavy at the weight of the emotions you are carrying, the couch you are sitting on feels like it’s swallowing you whole as you sink slowly into the void of absolute devastation.
Jaw tensing as your eyes start to water.
The way her voice shook when she told you it wasn’t what you thought it was, echoing in your head, reverberating against your hangover and swollen eyes.
“Has she ever lied to you before? How long has it been going on? Did...did she really let someone else touch her?” Your body felt drenched in filth and in need of a shower.
Staring boldly into the fire as you navigate your deep dejection, you watch memory after memory rush into your mind’s eye.
The earlier attempt to fend them off, failing miserably.
A gray washed melancholy glazed over your facial expressions contouring your usually cheery demeanor into a desolate fog encapsulating the sun and giving more life to the deep shadows that mirror what’s in your soul.
Dahyun watched all your emotions sulk their way onto your face.
“Do you want to talk about it?” quietly inquired, trying to shake you out of the hopeless spiral you found yourself on.
“I don’t even know what to say. I have so many questions but Nayeon…” Flinching at the name as if someone just poked your tender heart with a sharp sewing needle
“…and this “J” person, only have the answers.” Another wave of gray as you realize what you’ve just said.
Hearing it in your own voice allowed the pieces to settle one by one. Pulling heart strings from the knot that was created over a flimsy piece of paper.
A single tear falls from your eye as Momo saunters in with 3 plates of food, handing you and Dahyun one before sitting down on the other couch, opposite you and her girlfriend.
“Thank you.” You can hear the cool slated tone of your voice as you try to hide the emotional turmoil you were drowning in.
“Thank you for letting me stay here and for being there for me. I’m really happy to have friends like you.”
They both smile empathetically with their mouths full as you take a bite of the salty strip of bacon.
—
With breakfast finished, Dahyun and Momo started to pack. Twice would be heading to Japan that afternoon for their schedules and wouldn’t be back until the middle of the following week.
Sitting at the foot of their bed and helping them decide which outfits to bring, you catching and folding the clothes that were thrown at you, tucking them neatly into the suitcases.
You lightly sigh, trying to not bring attention to yourself as you reminisce in silence about the last vacation you took with Nayeon. It was almost the same routine you were experiencing with Momo and Dahyun in the moment.
The chaos that was Nayeon packing was one of the most unorganized things you’ve ever experienced. The first time you watched her try to get everything together for a trip you had to stop her 5 minutes in as she was sitting on a suitcase of shoes trying to close it enough to get the zipper to budge.
She hated packing and would just throw the jumbled mess of clothes into a case and call it good which drove you insane even if it was cute watching her try to close that over stuffed suitcase.
When you started living together, all of that changed.
Sitting down on your bed and watch her showcase outfit after outfit to decide what to wear. You loved being able to help her decide between the colors and fabrics because it meant spending time with her.
She seemed to hate packing less too. Wondering how she’s fending trying to do it by herself as you redirect your attention to Momo while she speaks.
“Y/n, I know you know you’re more than welcome to stay here while we are gone,” Momo pulling a black sweater vest with a turtleneck off the hanger and tossing it to you without looking.
“I know you’ll probably go back to the apartment but I want you to know you don’t have to stay there if you don’t want to. Our guest bedroom is always open to you…or you can sleep on the couch again, if you prefer.” Side eyeing you, she knows how much you hate sleeping on that couch.
You all share a laugh while you neatly fold the garment and place it on top of the already organized stack in the massive suitcase.
“I think I'll pass on the couch, but I might take you up on the offer for the guest bedroom depending on how everything feels at the apartment. I need to get a change of clothes and some stuff either way.”
Momo nods her head, “You know where the spare key is, if you need it.”
—
Damp soggy streets and the sounds of cars passing is what fills your drive home. Fixating on the sound of rain tapping the windshield and the slosh of the tires in the puddles splayed out over the roads.
Anxiously heading back to the apartment, muscles tensing throughout your body as you get closer and closer to your shared home with Nayeon.
Hoping she’s already left for the airport so you don’t have to have the uncomfortable conversation just yet. It would be better to wait until you’ve fully processed what’s happened and gather your thoughts, right?
You do want to hear what she has to say but you need to be calm in order to react in a way that is best for you and your needs, just in case you have to only rely on yourself again.
Stopping at a red light, you patiently wait for the bright green to flash again as if it carries you home. The drive isn’t a long one but not knowing what’s waiting for you is creating what feels like a long time on the commute.
Looking down at your hands and fidget with the dry skin, something Nayeon would lightly swat at your fingers for doing.
If she saw you anxiously tapping your leg, touching your hair, or scratching at the sides of your fingers she would scoot closer to you, placing her hand on your thigh. Tracing small hearts, your initials and her initials, among other patterns, to get you to fixate on something else.
Self soothing now feels like a chore, you want to allow your spiral to run its course, sucking you into the disheveled thoughts occupying your headspace and filling your lungs with sharp cries.
The bright green of the traffic light reminds you you’re driving as you push the clutch in with your left foot, lifting your right off the break and accelerating with the gas. Clutch in again, shift to second, the balancing act of a stick shift car was almost too much today.
Too many thoughts swirling and you wished you didn’t have to pay attention so much. Though it was probably for the better as safety is allegedly important.
You roll your eyes as traffic stops you from proceeding. Just wanting to go to a familiar place and sit still with yourself in safety and these cars are blocking up the roads.
The entrance of the front office to the building being crowded by people with cameras. The car in front of you being halted by a security guard so the people congesting the roads don’t get hit.
Quickly realizing what’s happening, your eyes focus on the grooves of the woven leather on your steering wheel. Fiddling with them to try to distract yourself from all the commotion outside of your vehicle.
The camera’s clicking and can see the flashes in your peripherals tempt you to look up.
Temptation wins…you momentarily look up to get a view of Nayeon from your car window. The tints aren’t dark enough to shield you from her but the camera flashes might blind her enough to not see you.
She’s wearing a loose wrinkly sweater that belonged to you, sweatpants, white sneakers and a pair of dark black sunglasses. Her makeup doesn’t appear to be done and her hair is tucked into a messy bun.
Your heart bursts into flames at the sight of her.
A tear trickles down your cheek. You want nothing more than to embrace her, to feel her on your skin again, to feel the safety of your partner.
Remembering the note, the singular initial repeating in your head, remember what…or who, brought you to this emotional state in the first place.
Not allowing the visual of her to comfort you, not this time.
She’s waving to the cameras and doing hand hearts while walking towards the black SUV that’s there to take her to the airport when she sees your car.
Watching the revelation click in her head, she immediately stops walking and looks through the crowd to see you through your not tinted windows, trying to hold yourself together.
Mouth ajar and sadness creeping into her skin. Making eye contact for what feels like hours before she composes herself, cameras still blindingly flashing as she gets into the SUV.
Hearing the door close, you see the window in the back seat roll down, opposite of the crowd. The bigger car pulls out of the entrance to the complex and right up next to you.
Heart beating at an alarming pace as she sticks her head out of the window and removes her sunglasses. Her eyes are red and swollen with bags under them. She definitely didn’t sleep last night.
Realizing that she’s motioning for you to roll your window down, you comply quickly, hoping that it’ll be brief.
“Hey…Is your phone dead?” Barely louder than a whisper, sniffling through the short sentence.
Nodding your head slightly, you have trouble making eye contact with her, not wanting to face what she’s done…even if you aren’t really sure what that means yet.
A beat of silence drums between the two of you as you awkwardly shift in your seat. The stiffness of your lower back proceeding to yell at you again from a combination of sleeping on the couch and the stress you were under.
Choosing to break the silence with exactly what you expected.
“Can we talk when I get back?”. There is a glint of hope in her voice.
It hurts to hear.
You hadn’t blocked her, you rolled your window down, and you haven’t pulled off yet (not that you could with traffic) so you’re still present in some sense.
Nodding your head again, you agree to the hard conversation.
Smiling softly at you, her cheeks rising up as she goes to speak again when you hear the driver husks “Miss Im, I’m sorry to interrupt but you do have a plane to catch.”
She nods her head at the driver then brings her attention back to you.
“I left you something on the counter and there’s dinner in the fridge for you…I didn’t know if you’d be home and wanted to make sure you remembered to eat... I love you, y/n” as the SUV slowly starts to drive, picking up its pace quickly as it continues down the street.
—
Once the crowd dissipates and the smoke clears, you pull into your designated parking spot with haste. Quickly pulling the E brake and putting the car in neutral so you can take in what just happened. Not many words were shared, but you felt every single one of them echoing in your mind.
Grabbing your keys as you replay the “I left you something on the counter and there’s dinner in the fridge for you. I love you, y/n” in your head over and over again as you make your way up the elevator.
Walking up to the door, you hesitate to open it. The thick dark wood is intimidating as it glares down at you belittling your right to walk through it. Shiny golden numbers reflect the bright lights back at you as you reach for your keys hanging from your hip.
Skin prickling as you register that she won’t be on the other side of that waiting to hug you after a long day. The usual routine that happens when arriving home isn’t the same.
Bracing yourself, slide the key into the lock and turn. Hearing the mechanism click as the cog turning inside, turn the knob in tandem to reveal your kitchen.
Closing the door and locking it behind you, you absorb the atmosphere around you. The lighting is dark due to the overcast sky and lack of lights. The silence is loud as the room breathes around you. Your eyes pan over the room to find a bouquet of roses in a crystal vase on the counter.
Originally purchasing that vase to fill with flowers for her, now she was returning the favor. You take in the way the crystal shimmers with little to no light and the refractions of red coming off the sparkling corners that were etched into the filigree carved into its surface.
Flicking the lights on to reveal the spotless granite countertops, you realize that someone might have been stress cleaning. You remove your jacket and hang it on the rack on the back of the door hesitant to take your shoes off.
Your eyes hit the ground when you realize that the once sanctuary doesn’t feel safe. Pushing through the feeling, you put your shoes in their normal spot next to the door.
Gliding through the kitchen with an ease you were forcing, you search for the comfort you once had, plugging your phone into the charger on the counter.
The soft smell of roses permitting the room. Admiring them, you notice an envelope with your initials and a heart scrawled on it in bright red ink next to the vase.
Picking up the envelope, you stare at it tracing the edges of the thick paper with your fingers.
Would she write the answers to your questions here? Or would she wait until you asked? There’s only one way to find out, and you were sure you were too sober to pull the trigger.
Going into the cabinet, you pull out a wine glass and immediately turn for the fridge. Searching the shelves for the bottle that was already open. You pull the container of food out that Nayeon made for you, immediately getting nauseous at the idea of eating so you place it back on the shelf.
Realizing that the bottle is missing, she had done exactly what you did the night before.
Drank the pain away.
Biting the inside of your cheek knowing you and her both were going through discomfort, a realization you had yet to face.
You grab the unopened bottle of white win out of the door of the fridge and close it firmly behind you.
Pouring yourself a glass and chugging it quickly. You pour another while making a face, swallowing the bittersweet liquid.
Walking over to the trash can to throw the foil out, still feeling guilty about not being able to comfort Nayeon, you toss the small frail metal into the can when something familiar catches your eye.
The tattered paper from her wallet lay on top of the empty bottle you were searching for moments ago. The letter ripped in half, one side of it facing you- the signature present in black ink.
Rage shoots through you like hot liquid metal when you see it. Remembering that she could have actually betrayed you and here you are being upset that you weren’t there to comfort her?
Yeah okay, Y/n.
Eyes flickering back to the envelope she left for you…hesitating for a moment.
“Nope.” Said out loud for no one to hear.
Your phone starts vibrating endlessly, you run over and turn it on silent knowing the amount of notifications you were about to receive.
Grabbing both the bottle and the glass of wine, you head for the couch to get drunk and watch your favorite comfort movie.
—
The first night back, you decided to sleep on the couch.
Ultimately, sleeping there for another 2 full days. Only moving to go to the bathroom and get some water, allowing your body to rest and recover.
The bed seemed tainted and would probably smell like her, you didn’t want your body to relax into the false sense of safety it had been used to.
Not answering your phone or even look at the notifications, pretending it did exist and basking in the solitude. By day three you realized people might start to worry about you if you didn’t reply to them. Usually replying pretty quickly so it would be off if you didn’t say something to them.
Filtering through your notifications, you answer everyone but Nayeon. Momo had checked in with you and called you a few times leaving voicemails that got more threatening since you weren’t replying. Immediately calling her back to let her know you were breathing.
“Thank god you’re okay! I was going to head to your house straight from the airport if I didn't hear from you before we got back!”
“That’s very sweet of you, Momo-ssi. I’m doing alright just trying to take it day by day…or minute by minute, rather.”
“I understand. Have you talked to her yet?”
Hesitating to reply, knowing that you’re avoiding communication with her in fear of what the truth could be. Momo notices this almost immediately and nods her head as if you can see her.
“I take that as a no, then?”
“Yeah…I just- I don’t know, I’m scared of what happens next.”
Momo sighed empathetically.
“Sometimes you just have to take the next step, no matter what it brings.”
She was right so you tried to deflect.
“How is she?” your mouth utters before your brain could catch up.
“She seems off. You can tell she’s doing her best to try to keep it together. Less bubbly. Chaeyoung mentioned your name and she immediately went pale and changed the subject.”
Pressing your lips together, the back and forth of feeling guilty for not being there for Nayeon and feeling sorry for yourself was getting old and you were exhausted from the strain you've been putting on your nervous system.
“Momo, can I let you go? I guess I have to read these text messages.” begrudgingly said through a sigh.
“Yeah, good luck! Call me back if you need to talk about anything okay?” saying your goodbyes and hanging up.
No longer ignoring the task at hand, you open your text messages to read the 3 days worth of messages. At first they’re all panicky. A lot of begging for you to answer the phone, a lot them just simply saying your name.
They soon delve into “I miss you”, “I love you”, “Please come home” and “You mean everything to me” texts. A few of them were unintelligible, definitely sent after all the wine she consumed.
Some from the day she left for Japan, asking how the dinner was and if you read the note. A few more “I love you”s sent throughout the last few days.
Placing your phone on the table, you run your hands over your face, keeping your fingers over your mouth.
Opening your voicemails, put your phone on speaker and start to go through the ones from Nayeon. They’re all really hard to listen to. The first few especially.
“Y/n, please answer the phone! We can work through this! It’s not as bad as it seems, I swear! You are the only person I want to be with. Please call me back.” Sobbed into the microphone.
Heart cracking at the shakiness of her voice and the sadness dripping through your phones speaker.
Through the voicemails you can start to hear her words slur. The memory of how you were accepted by her members floods back into your brain again.
However, this time the joy is absent from the flashes of love. Only sorrow sits. The last voicemail she left you was from the morning of the day you came home. More of the same contents, but with sniffles instead of sobs.
You sit for a second to collect yourself. The envelope on the table, patiently waiting for you to rip open it’s seal and explore the contents.
Taking a deep breath, you pick it up. Slowly run your thumb between where the paper is stuck together, being sure not to damage anything inside. A pink slip of paper is neatly folded inside. You discard the envelope on the table and unfold the bright page and start reading.
“My Love,
I need you to know that you are so important to me. You are my safety. My guiding light. I’ve never felt as loved as I do when I’m with you. Please know that I am sorry for everything and I will explain when I get back. I hope you’re still home when I return.
With all the Love,
Nayeon”
Your heart sinks.
What do you mean you’re sorry for everything? What is everything? More questions and no answers.
Picking up your phone to call Momo again and vent about the apology you just received because all of the context is missing.
The phone rang once, twice, and the third ring was interrupted with a familiar voice.
“Hi Baby,” Freezing immediately, you are unsure of where to go from here.
Deciding to use the emotions you’ve been hiding as courage and ask the questions you’ve been holding onto for the last week.
“How long?” Cold. Stern. Angry.
Silence fills the other side of the phone as you wait patiently for the answer.
“Do you really want to do this right now? Can’t we wait until I get home so we can talk in person?“
“No, we are going to do this on my terms. How long?”
Nayeon sighed as you heard a door close through the phone as she separated herself from the rest of Twice.
“...it only happened once…a few years ago…it was a few weeks after you asked me on our first date.” Flinching when her voice cracks.
Tears silently trickle down your face as you focus heavily on the admission of betrayal.
“It hasn’t happened since. I messed up and I realized that. Please know I wouldn’t ever ever do something like that again.”
Heart is racing as you feel your cyclical emotions take control again. Anger, nausea, fear and betrayal dance around your chest as the words spill out of your girlfriend's mouth.
“Why was the note in your wallet?”
“I just switched wallets, it was in the black one I was using last week and I just didn’t throw it away.”
“Nayeon, Who is J?”
A long pause as you wait for her to say the name of the person who helped defile your relationship. She sighs heavily, you can hear her shaking.
“Can we please just talk in person tomorrow when I get back?” she pleads.
“If you’re not going to tell me, I’ll hang up. I don’t need anything else from you besides that information.” Voice overlaying in thick ice as the shards of what she broke fly out to hit Nayeon’s chest.
This is agonizing for both of you and you aren’t going to wait around for her to decide it’s time. You were the one who got cheated on, not her.
Never even thinking to do that to her so you would not be extending any grace.
“Y/n…”
Silently waiting for your answer that she is refusing to give.
“I’ll see you around, Nayeon.” As you move the phone away from your ear to end the call.
Faintly hearing her protesting but you hang up without fully hearing what she was trying to say.
Slamming your phone down on the coffee table when you feel the adrenaline release, chilling your veins down while your breathing starts to shallow and quicken. Switching your breathing into manual as you try to stop the panic attack before it gets worse.
Long deep breaths only get you so far. Your hands and lips start to tremble as your chest tightens. Feeling the need to stand up and run out of the building but are too light headed from the hyperventilating, you’d just fall over if you even try to stand.
Catching a glimpse of your phone lighting up from a text message. Lifting your phone to read who it’s from.
Momoring: I’m sorry, I didn’t see that she grabbed my phone when you called. Are you okay?
Momoring: Nayeon just walked back into the room crying...
Starting to type a response through trembling fingers when another message banner drops down, catching your attention.
It’s Nayeon.
Reading the text to yourself, mouth gaping when you realize this is the information you had asked her for on the phone. Shooting up out of your seat in a pure rage.
Summary: You and Nayeon wake up on a cool fall morning and go about your day until...
Tw: mentions of food, cursing, breasts, vomiting, cheating (?), suggestive, mentions of sex, references to past sexual encounters, birds mentioned literally the first word (I'm not fond birds, ok?), Dahmo are present, Jihyo is here for a minute, scratch marks, bruising, kissing. If I missed anything pls let me know!
A/N: hey hi helloooo! Just wanted to fix the sentence structure of most of this fic (and the next 2 parts.) The story is the same! Just wanted to improve the writing in it! (Revisiting the beginning of this story got me all 🥺😭 MY VERY FIRST FIC LIKE 😭😭😭)
Thanks for reading🖤 I appreciate every single one of you🖤
Birds are chirping outside as the sun rises behind the clouds that litter the sky. The air is crispy, the leaves are fading into hues of orange and brown as winter approaches.
The small studio that you called home was always warm and inviting. Though it was a studio, it was quite spacious. Space for an entire living room set and a king sized bed, separated by black folding screens.
Laid in bed, gently waking up to the cool early morning air you felt an arm wrap around your chest lazily with a small sigh following. Your lips curl softly as you realize that your girlfriend, Nayeon, is still sound asleep next to you.
Her warm breath bouncing off your shoulder blades as she dreams. Your heart fills with warmth as the feeling of safety creeps into your chest. Even if you get to sleep in the same bed almost every night, your schedules are very different so moments like these make your heart sing.
Flipping over softly to face her, being gentle as you move. You want to admire her features as you did most mornings. Light brown hair that’s tousled over the pillow, her sharp jawline, the shape of her lips and how soft they are, her cute little nose. You admire everything about this woman laying next to you.
Chest filled with butterflies, reminiscing on all the time you had spent together. Vacations to the states, lazy days at home, cooking dinner together, staying up all night watching scary movies and eating snacks.
She was who you wanted to spend all your time with.
She was who you were always so ecstatic to wake up next to.
Nayeon’s arm shifted, pulling you closer so she could bury her head in your chest. It was colder than anticipated this morning so the matching pajamas you both were wearing wasn’t enough to keep the bite of fall out.
Complying quickly, you scoot closer and allowing her to steal some of the warmth she was responsible for. Her nose was unexpectedly cold against your skin causing you to jump at the chill.
Luckily, she was a semi-heavy sleeper but you were still cautious about waking her.
She was used to most of the creaks and groans around the apartment and any sound that you made but knowing how hard she works, you always wanted to make sure that she slept as peacefully as possible.
Wrapping your arms around her in an attempt to make sure she was comfortable and allowing her to nuzzle further against your chest, in hopes of giving her the same safety she gave you.
A soft sigh released from her lips again, sensing your presence. Her body further relaxed into yours, feeling her muscles unclench and her brows unfurrow as you drifted back to sleep in each other's arms.
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A few hours later, you awaken to a soft sound in the kitchen. Light humming of a familiar song, along with the brewing of a coffee pot.
Taking a deep breath, you stretch your entire body, groaning at the stiffness.
Nayeon stops humming to see if she heard you wake up, sneaking through the kitchen back to the bedroom; she peeks through the makeshift doorway to see if you had risen from the calm sleep you were in.
Looking over and making eye contact, you can see the smile in her eyes. She runs over revealing the emotion on her face as she launches herself into the bed and onto you.
“Good Morning, baby” she cooed as she placed kiss after kiss on your face. Giggling as you teasingly pushed her away, only causing more love to ooze out of her.
She leaned in once more, to attach your lips together for the first time that morning. Her arms wrapping around you like they did in her sleep, you find comfort in knowing that her love for you exists in her subconscious too. Reflecting on how she's always reaching for you and you always wake up with her wrapped around you, no matter how you fell asleep.
“Good Morning, my love’’ you replied, sleepy voice tangled in the words.
Laying her lips on yours one last time before she crawled off the bed again.
Pouting as she left; reaching your hands out as a sign for her to come back to you.
“I promise I’ll be back in 3 minutes with your coffee made perfectly.” Swooning at the idea of such a beautiful girl bringing you “perfectly” made coffee, you smile widely
“3 minutes, huh? I’m going to time you. You’ve got 2 minutes and 25 seconds left!” You hear her belly laugh as she walked out of the room.
Nayeon goes back to humming, but is soon singing to herself in the kitchen. The clinking of mugs and the fridge opening can be heard as she continues on.
The singing stops for a second, only to hear Nayeon whisper “Shit”.
“Too much creamer again?” Smiling and chuckling from the other room.
“NO. I just…okay maybe there's too much creamer but i’m going to fix it. Don’t you worry. This will be the best cup of coffee you’ve ever had.”
More clinking follows and suddenly she appears with 2 cups of coffee in your favorite mugs.
“Yay!” as you reach for your black mug with the lovers tarot card on it.
“Ah ah! You’re drinking out of the white one today.” Nayeon’s usual mug. It matches your’s with the colors reversed.
Nayeon places the black mug on the small nightstand on her side of the bed and slowly hands you your white mug.
Quickly taking a sip and sigh, satisfied with the taste. Nayeon is staring at you with wide eyes, waiting for you to comment on how great the coffee is.
Knowing that that’s exactly what she wants, you shake your head and say “mmm…wow babe this is soooooooo sweet. I think there’s too much creamer” letting out a giggle as she smacks your shoulder, joining you in laughter.
“It’s perfect, baby. I can taste the love.” Her face lights up with that beautiful smile, cheeks flushing bright pink as she sipped her own coffee.
She smacked her lips and winced. Curiously tilting your head and smiling at her “everything okay?”
“Yes, my love. Just…really good! I’m going to get a shower going for us. We’ve got a lot to do today.”Licking her lips and making a face at the flavor.
Leaning in to lay a sweet kiss on your face as you lay back to soak in a few more minutes of the quiet morning.
Nayeon leaves her coffee on the nightstand and goes into the bathroom and flicks the light on, not bothering to close the door.
Eyes feeling heavy as you lay on your back, watching the birds in the tree outside your window.
The rush of water hitting the bottom of the shower startles you, causing you to sit up again.
Another sip of the coffee polishes it off. Whipping the comforter off of you, you swing your legs over the left side of the bed, sliding your feet into your slippers. Stretching one last time before standing up.
A soft whine can be heard from the bathroom, “Hurry, it’s cold in here without you!” Nayeon shouted playfully as she slipped her pajamas off.
Quickly turning around to head towards the bathroom, you spot her coffee on the nightstand.
“I’m going to bring the mugs into the kitchen and then I’ll be there.” Reaching out to grab the lukewarm mug, you see that there’s coffee still inside.
It’s lighter than she likes it. You down it quickly so it doesn’t go to waste.
Nose scrunching when your tongue catches up to the flavor of the coffee in your girlfriend’s mug. You smile softly when you realize that her coffee is too sweet.
Coming back from the kitchen quickly, you see Nayeon about to step into the shower. You’ve seen her naked many times, it was always an experience.
Your heart would race, your eyes anxiously shifting like you weren’t supposed to stare at the art in front of you. Michelangelo himself wouldn’t be able to capture the ethereal essence that was Im Nayeon.
Allowing yourself to shift your eyes over her, timidly. The curve of her thighs meeting the edges of her hips, smoothly toned stomach ascending into beautiful breasts that had some bruising from a few days ago, smoothing out again to her chest and collarbones.
Pulse in your ears and your adrenaline spiking, your body goes warm as you start stripping your pajamas off. You feel the slick between your thighs as you remember what transpired when those dark marks first showed up.
Breathing getting shallower as you try to remind yourself that you’ve got a full day ahead of you. You lick your lips as she turns and steps into the shower.
She smirks when she sees your eyes following her.
“Admiring your art?” Giving you the same curious tilt you gave her about the coffee, but with an entirely new meaning.
Glaring at her as you remove the rest of your pajamas and start to step into the shower shaking the thoughts from a moment ago.
As she stands under the shower head, she’s glancing over your body. You’re too preoccupied with fighting the shampoo bottle to even realize she’s admiring her own artwork.
Long dark scratches descending your toned shoulders onto your lower back. As you are trying to shake the last bit of shampoo out of the bottle, you feel her long finger tracing the scratch marks.
“Who’s admiring their art now?” teasingly spills out of your mouth as you get the last glob of shampoo out of the bottle. You victoriously turn to her, split the shampoo in your hand in half, and start to lather her hair.
“We can add shampoo to the list because this is the last of it.” She looks up at you with the softest eyes, swooning at you as you start lathering your own hair.
Nayeon loved the way you took care of her. From how you showered together, to how you would never let her carry anything when you went shopping.
She cherished the intimate moments.
As she finishes rinsing her hair out, she circles around you to scooch you into the droplets, allowing you to rinse the soap from your roots.
Eyes closing as you wash your scalp when you feel her arms slowly claim your waist. Her face presses into your neck lightly.
“Nayeonnie” whining as she starts lightly biting where your neck meets your jaw.
“Don’t we have a lot to do today?” teasingly point out as she groans, letting up a bit, placing her head on your shoulder as she looks up at you.
“This is so much better though. Maybe we can put it off until tomorrow?” Proposing as she traces your collar bones with her middle and ring finger.
Shuttering as she trails those fingers up your neck to twirl your hair. You are weakening at the thought of what you know her long fingers are capable of.
“What if we get it done quickly? We can speed run through our day and get home early. We can even order dinner and watch a movie, if you want.”
She perks up at the thought of laying on the couch, wrapped up in each other, and watching a horrible movie with you. “Watching” a movie, was never actually watching a movie but you always went in with the intention of it.
She always had other ideas.
“Fine, I suppose we can do that” rolling her eyes with a smile as you start washing her back.
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—
Even the boring responsibilities were fun with Nayeon. Grocery shopping, getting an oil change, or doing laundry. None of it was lackluster. In fact, you don’t think you viewed anything as a chore anymore.
Today was no different. Walking down the aisles, she’s throwing every snack you can think of into your cart.
How could you not admire the excitement she has about everything?
Dreamly gazing at her as she throws the newest chip flavor into the pile.
“Momo told me these were her new favorites so we have to try them! Oh! Speaking of Momoring, Dahyun and her want to have dinner next week, does that sound good to you?”
Snapping out of the dream-like state to agree, it’s been a while since you went on a double date and it would be nice to see them again.
Plus, Momo is an amazing cook and having dinner meant she was going to go all out. She does this every month or so.
Nayeon sees the members all the time but you don’t see them as often. You were closest with Momo, hanging out frequently, but had a friendship with all the members.
Sometimes Nayeon would sneak you into JYP to watch their dance practice or to watch them shoot a music video. Everyone was always happy to see you.
There’s a mutual love and respect among you and Nayeon’s members. They know how much you adore her and respect that you show up for her in every way she needs, even when she doesn’t know she needs it.
They were apprehensive at first, but when Nayeon walked into the studio the morning after your first date absolutely gushing about how amazing it was, they figured you’d be around for a while. They were protective of their own, and you could understand why.
Some people have bad intentions, but you weren’t one of them. Always respecting what the members said and were always polite and kind towards them.
They really started to welcome you in after Nayeon got a little too drunk at the end of the tour party they threw.
She couldn’t stop talking about you and started crying because she missed you.
“I just can't wait to see y/n! I miss her so much. I need to -*hiccup*- facetime her. Or maybe I'll just call her.” Jihyo looked over at her and her face dropped as she saw how much Nayeon really cared for you.
She asked all the members if they were okay with inviting you to surprise Nayeon. Everyone agreed happily as they didn’t really know you yet, but it was obvious how important you were to their oldest member.
Jihyo managed to get Nayeon’s phone away from her to call you. Imagine how surprised you were when the voice on the other end of that phone call wasn’t your loving girlfriend.
Jihyo explained what Nayeon was crying about and you couldn’t help but smile.
“I wanted to give you the opportunity to surprise her…and also it would be nice to get to know you, you are obviously very important to her.”
Showing up 15 minutes later with a bouquet of her favorite flowers and in her favorite outfit. When she saw you, she screamed and ran towards you. Almost tackling you into the snow.
Kissing your face all over, she started crying again as you held and comforted her.
“I missed you so much baby.”
Lips meeting hers, they were so inviting after being apart for an extended period of time.
Nayeon leaned into the kiss, using her tongue to swipe your bottom lip asking for entrance.
You allowed it for a moment but pulled away after a few seconds.
“We can continue this later but I think it’s time we celebrate a job well done”. Handing her the flowers you got for her and kissing her forehead.
“Congratulations on another successful tour, I’m so proud of you.” Smiling and leaning into you while you went inside.
You find yourself thinking of that memory often. Her most important people welcoming you into their family as if you had already been part of it. It brought you a great comfort to know that they accepted you in a way that you didn’t think was possible.
“What about this one?” Nayeon asked, derailing the train of thought you were just having. Glancing up to see her handing you a bag of chocolate.
“Ooooo dark chocolate this time? You’re full of surprises.” tossing it into the cart.
The next few stops were relatively quick so you were home and wrapped in each other on the couch by 2:30pm. Nayeon put on some reality tv show before promptly falling asleep.
Laying between your legs with her head on your stomach with a fleece blanket pulled up to her shoulders, cradling herself in it. Her light breaths are visible on your shirt as a flicker of emotions come across her face.
You wonder what she's dreaming of.
Your hand slips down to lightly play with her hair. Running it between your fingers as she jolts awake from the sudden loudness of the commercials.
Nayeon sits up immediately, throwing her hands down onto your thighs. The sudden action startles you as hands lose the soft sensation of her hair and gains the hard smack onto your thigh.
You welp at the transfer and she immediately apologizes.
“Oh my gosh, baby I am so sorry!” As she gave a half suppressed laugh rubbing your thigh as if she could take away the sting.
Suddenly, your stomach growls loudly. You both pause and she looks down at your exposed stomach.
The indent of her earring still visibly red, she kisses it and says “Lets order food, I’ll buy lunch. We can order your favorite. Would you grab my wallet out of my purse, babe?”
She shifts off of you so you can get up and she opens the app on her phone scrolling to find the restaurant.
“Do you want what you always get or do you want to try something new?” she shouted from the couch as you walked to where her purse was in the bedroom.
“Same thing is fine with me!” Turning your head while you speak so she can hear you.
Her bag is sitting on the chair in the corner, jacket on top of it from your adventure earlier in the day.
Lifting the jacket and unzipping the top of it. Fumbling around for a second through keys, chapstick, eyeliner, a phone charger and whatever else she kept in the void she calls a bag.
Pulling out the light blue wallet with a rabbit on it, it was a gift you got her for your 2nd anniversary, out and reach for the zipper.
“Which card do you want?” you shout to the living room.
“The red one!” She calls back. Unzipping the wallet, you look for the red card in question.
There’s a semi-tattered paper folded into threes in the dead center of the wallet.
Removing it, you place it on the chair and continue your mission to find the red card.
Eyes scanning down the row of cards, finding the red one and pulling it from its spot.
As you reach to zip the wallet back up, you’re reminded of that paper you pulled out of it. You picked it up and read:
“For Nayeon” in handwriting that was unfamiliar.
Curiosity got the better of you as you unwrapped the note to read the contents.
“*Dear Nayeon, I’m so excited about the time we’ve spent together recently and I want you to know that I love you so much. The other night was a dream. I can’t wait to have more moments like that with you. With all the love in the world, J*”
You freeze.
Chest shattering, you feel the ice cold pins and needles sweep through your body.
A wave of nausea hits you as you read it over and over again. Unable to help yourself, you feel numb momentarily as your body tries to push the intense emotions out of you.
Hands beginning to sweat, your throat dries out and a tightness forms and in your stomach.
“Dear Nayeon,”
You keep reading it.
Searching for clues on who it could be from.
“The other night was a dream.”
Nausea hits you again.
Remembering the marks you left on her. Wondering who else admired your artwork.
Flickering from distraught, to anger, to nauseous continuously as you realize this means someone else might have touched her the way that you have.
J?
“Who the fuck is J?” Saying to yourself as you fold the note back up.
Tears falling down your face while you’re trying to keep your composure. The wave of sadness passes into nausea again and then back to anger.
“I need to leave.” Sniffling to yourself.
Walking back out into the living room, Nayeon looks over to smile at you only for her face to turn to immediate concern.
“Y/n, what’s wrong? Are you okay? You look pale…”
Anger painted on your face, you just stand there. Trying to figure out how to ask the questions you don’t want the answers to.
Saliva collects under your tongue and your stomach gurgles. You run into the kitchen and lean over the garbage can, releasing the bile that was the only thing present.
Nayeon is next to you immediately, hand on your back trying to comfort you. She knows how much you hate throwing up, but who actually likes it? It always induces panic in you.
She rubs your back as your emotions flashback to anger. Attempting to catch your breath when you hear her voice ring out again.
“Baby, what happened?” Softly inquiring and you pull away quickly from her touch.
Repulsed at the thought of someone else touching her, kissing her, holding her…A tension builds within your chest as you choke out
“How could you?”
The confusion on her face only furthers your rage as you hand her the note along with her debit card with a scowl.
Immediately turning around to grab your keys and wallet off the counter before trying to make your way towards the door.
Nayeon opens the note quickly to read it’s contents, her eyes go completely wide as she realizes what you think is happening.
“Wait! Y/n, please stop! This isn’t what it looks like!” You hear the crack in her voice and it only allows the tears to spill from your eyes at a quicker pace.
Betrayal creeps its way into the emotion cycle that you’ve been experiencing the last 15 minutes.
Hand on the door knob, but can’t quite pull the door to leave. Anger once more flushes your veins.
“Y/n please. Hear me when I say that this isn’t what it looks like, you know that you’re the most important person in my life and I would never do anything to jeopardize what we have.”
You turn your head to look at her with blood shot eyes. Sadness’ part of the cycle takes over.
Sniffling, opening your mouth to yell but nothing comes out.
Taking this opportunity, she walks up to you and cups your cheek with her hand.
“Please don’t touch me.” you say softly while looking at the ground.
Tears following your stare, hitting the carpet with a thick tap. Removing her hand from your face, she always respected your boundaries.
At least, you thought she did…
“Y/N…please look at me” tasting the despair dripping from her words but you are unable to make eye contact with her.
Pulling the door and walk through the frame, hearing the sound of the door closing behind you as you walk down the hallway.
The sound of the door opening echoes through the halls. You know she can’t chase you because paparazzi would plaster those shots all over every tabloid in the city and she can’t risk that.
“Y/n!” She shouts.
You stop for a second, only to wait for the elevator.
Shouting your name again, this time laced with anxiety. You still are at a loss for words.
Everything is a blur as you step into the elevator quickly and hit the button for the parking garage. The doors shut on the sight of Nayeon sobbing in the hallway.
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Sitting in your car for an ungodly amount of time. Phone in the passenger seat next to you vibrating furiously as Nayeon calls continuously.
Ignoring the rhythm of the sound next to you, you just stare into the distance, unable to wrap your head around what’s just happened.
“It’s not what I think? Who would write someone a note like that unless there was something else going on.” You scoff.
You reach for your phone, wait for it to stop ringing, and call Momo.
“Y/n! Hey! What are you up too?” Momo answers her phone, seemingly excited to hear from you.
Immediately you start bawling your eyes out as you explain to her what just happened.
She gasped.
“You’ve got to be kidding!” She exclaimed with audible shock.
“What’s going on?” Dahyun asking in the background.
“Y/n, do you want to come here? Are you okay to drive? Do you want us to come get you?”
You clear your throat and try to compose yourself. A weak attempt, but an attempt.
“I can drive.” Your voice cracking through the distress.
“Alright, if you aren't here in 15 minutes, I’m going to come out and look for you. Be safe and we love you.” Momo sternly states.
Noting the concern in her voice and let her know you’ll be safe and there shortly.
Before you can utter another word, she hangs up.
Phone immediately going back to constantly buzzing with text messages and phone calls from Nayeon.
Turning on “Do not disturb”, you drive in silence to Momo and Dahyun’s house, only the sniffling and screaming thoughts to keep you company.
being an actress means your love life is always full of stupid things and heartbreak
when you were working in your 3rd film, you got your first taste of what it means to be in a situationship. the boy was older than you, always showing you how someone should treat you. he left you at 3 am when he had a new casting call overseas
right after, you meet this new guy, he's too mean, too annoying and easily irritable. you didn't know any better when he acted different with you, letting you assume and fall, until you realize that he was only like that because you had connections he needed. you never spoke to him until now
a few weeks later, you hit off with this sweet lady. she's your dream girl, always making sure you feel reassured and loved, always sweet and understanding, never pushing you to be someone else. quite the bummer when after 4 months she leaves you to get back to her ex
there's more, it's a list. a powerpoint presentation maybe
point being
you hate it
you don't count it anymore anyway, everything blurring in between different shoots, movie screenings, interviews for whatever series you join in, variety shows that will only get the surface of who you are
everything that you thought you wanted is now but a blur of nothing
you only find joy in the hustle and bustle of everyday commute now. each whisper or buzz casually going in and out of your ear, not caring what the others are saying. some of it are about you of course, an actor that reach stardom and still takes the public transport may lead to some speculation and assumptions
you this is where you practice you're stone cold persona, in this foreign land of the free
"miss?"
exceptions can be applied
you smile and give a little bow at the kid who gives you a letter, the shine of the glitter on her tiny hands passing on to yours.
“miss y/n! you have the prettiest smile ever!”
you giggle at the kid, her gummy smile bringing a brief feeling of warmth. she rambled on how cool you looked in that action series that premiered months ago, and you answer her every burning question of what food your character would enjoy
“would she like gummy worms miss y/n?”
“i think she would like gummy bears too”
her mom just smiles at the interaction, mouthing the words ‘thank you’ to you
it feels enough, better than lying back and forth with actor 'friends' anyway
shame that it was your stop, waving to the mother and daughter duo you step into the steps of new york's subway platforms, the fighting, gossiping and music pulling you back to the chaos of reality
strolling the on the streets of the land of where anything can happen, you wonder if you can still call this your own dream
your phone buzzes in your pocket
manager: new gig. up for it?
somehow though, at every thought of staying here, you come back to one place
so you find yourself blinking away the days, and instead of the subway in new york, you’re now riding the subway in seoul
back to korea, where your acting started
where you find half of your heartbreaks still living life
where you find what you possibly think is your latest one too
so as hours go by, you find yourself sitting in the board room to meet up the directors, casts and other staff. you mindlessly play with your phone, tuning out the noise.
it was too early to start the meeting since the rest held up in traffic, which you payed no mind to, so you kept to yourself. the only noise coming from you were the ticks and vibrations coming from your phone
until your manager slaps your arm, causing you to yelp and look up. suddenly staring at the idol in front of you
“y/n, this is kim dahyun, you will be her partner in this series based on the script”
ah yes the script that you just read last night, that you forgot to check who plays who
you stand up, giving her a firm handshake
"pleasure of meeting you kim dahyun"
stotic face, the only indication of having the pleasure to meet her is the glint in your eye. a shine that only passed by before dahyun could even think about it more
“pleasure to work with you”
bright, happy, sunny, excited and ready, that was what you got from her
so clearly, you two are complete opposites
you don’t make small talk in your first meeting, only ever giving dahyun short clipped answers when she asks questions about the script. it was to be expected at least, having a reputation of being strictly professional, cold and unapproachable
dahyun doesn’t mind, having done research on the cast, especially on you. coming prepared to withstand your chilly presence in between takes, especially when your roles are intertwined
she just watches in keen interest when she realizes you didn't really look into who is playing who until now
she just isn’t quite sure on how she would feel when she has to act with you during your scenes
especially when it’s set in a university, with her character as the usual model role students you would see in campus, and yours being the art student that’s cold and distant
dahyun still thinks she’s got this. she’ll have fun, after all this is acting
acting or not though, you can feel your nerves chip you to the bone when you talk about the script. when the director says he intentionally choose the cast closest to the characters even personality wise
to show the world your real self in the guise of a character as far as you can
you think dahyun also realizes that when the director really goes in depth with the story, how deeply intertwined you both will be until the end of the series, how this can even have the slim chance of bleeding into real life
you try not to think about it that much, only to get slapped by the thoughts of it during your first day of filming. just before you start your first take, you can feel your breath hitch at what you are about to do
“—and rolling tape!”
you bury every thought as you move to act your scene
you're meticulously drawing your sketch for a project. the university art studio is empty, expected as it's only the early start of the sem. your fellow classmates deciding that wasting energy this early
expect for you and the melody of whatever your speaker is playing. this is your ideal environment to work in
calm, peaceful, serene—
it's ruined when the door slams open, making you flinch at the sudden interruption
"hey! who the fu-"
the intruder strides in, grabbing you by the collar and smashing your lips together
it takes about 10 more kisses in the middle of the room for you to push her away, gasping out of shock and the need for air
"you said you didn't want anyone else to see us" you furrow your eyebrows, your lips stained with that pink gloss she had on. whatever you are saying is not getting in her head
"you let that man touch you" she's colored in jealousy, the anger in her eyes complementing the fire that comes in her actions "you let him hug you"
"a hug!" you find yourself stumped "you barged in, kissed me by surprise, all because i let a friend hug me!"
"i don't like sharing" scoffing, she points a finger to your chest "i don't share remember?"
baffled, you snap
"then ask me out, put a label on us."
she stays silent, everything does. the fire is gone, the loud jealousy is gone, only nothing, predictable, bitter silence
"labels are stupid"
that's not part of the script
"then don't come in and distract me from my work"
she huffs, and turns around to leave the room, slamming the poor door in the process
"cut! great work everybody! but let's do another round just to be sure. take 10"
you stare at the door, for a bit too long before turning around to let the make up artists touch up your lips, makeup and hair
the lips that just felt a kiss that might have changed everything
you don't know it yet, but on the other side of the set, dahyun can barely breath, the taste of your cherry lip gloss still on, the moan you almost let out for everyone to hear engraved in her mind
she pretends that she isn't dazed by you or shocked by how good you were at kissing. pretends that she got lost in the kiss that she almost to say her lines
to say that it was a one time thing is a lie, because with every scene and every take that requires you to kiss makes it worse
god you both are so fucked
dahyun thinks your lips are the softest and most addicting ones she had ever kissed
you think that she's out here to take your sanity away with how well she can make you melt
so after a week of filming, quietly waiting at the sidelines of the set for your turn, you say the following words that shock the both of you
"you are a good kisser"
that gets her face red, despite the amount of times that she has done this for the sake of acting
"thank you, you uh are also really good" she turns away, embarrassed at how easily flustered she can be by your words
the director says nothing to both your red faces when he calls you into the set, only a twinkle in his eyes that you both know.
you try to bury that though, one thought always stays on repeat
it keeps on getting hard to stay professional when you act in a role that gets into your head, where the idea of love fits perfectly and you wish this ending will happen to you.
it's even harder even when after initial tension dies down, she invites you out to convivence store ramen after a scene. it was mid day, but your next filming is later midnight, so you agreed.
you find yourselves two blocks away from the set filming, with some staff also tagging along on their break to stuff their faces with any food really. you both unconsciously hold hands, warming up the space between you both
you only notice it when she has to let go to get the ramen she wants, and you yearn for her to hold your hand again
she notices you pouting, so she holds your hand on the way back, she does it every time to see the faint smile appear on your lips when she does
it becomes a routine, chatting, eating, intertwining your lives together with every trip. even during the late nights studying your scripts a bit more, dahyun banters with you, bit by bit destroying your walls
“i told you chocolate milk can pair with ramen"
"not as the damn soup"
"yes it would!"
“whatever you say”
her laugh will forever haunt you, replaying in your head for the days to come despite working in the same set. itching to hear it again and again and again
you find yourself not hearing it within a confession, both in film and in real life. her eyes begging for you to even consider the slimmest chance to take that leap again
it's you who laughs in disbelief, and in shock, because you? kim dahyun choosing you?
"you won't find love with me"
a beat. a rejection
"i will"
resistance, the shine in between cracks is still there
“ok everyone back to your positions!”
“i’d like to see you try kim”
it pulls her deeper. she knows that she’s stupid for trying again and again even through your persistence and rejections
it was mistake to let her get a taste of you
now she’s head set ready to claim you
it keeps on going, scene, cut, flirt, reject, pout, late night out, study lines, practice, sleep, wake up, refresh and repeat
a cycle you hate to think about, love to practice in
well that is, until you reach the last of your scenes together, the sunset always your companion, a short window frame to even film in
the sunset is what you can focus on before you let yourself cry, letting your character take over you. it's easy, when you have many memories of heartbreak
crying over failed chances, over what potential you lost because you were scared, crying over a love chance now lost
you cry and you cry, holding the keychain she gave you, promising you that she will always end back to you
why did she have to turn around and break it by letting a man kiss her?
you try to breath, but it's hard
colors blurring together, lines breaking and shattering, everything mixing in and in turmoil until it's too much
until it doesn't
because it clicks
it clicks to you that there were no lines in the first place, because this is how real it can get
and she is the realest thing you have seen, in and out of camera
there she is, standing at the end of the hall before running to you, in panic of your tears, in worry that you are in pain, the frantic yet gentle hands wiping away your tears
so you sob, sob and sob until you feel her hands wipe away your tears
"pretty woman too gorgeous to cry"
you find yourself looking past the character she's portraying. looking straight in her eyes, trying to find the truth in everything
you try to find kim dahyun in all of these layers, begging, asking for a sign that you aren't too late
you can't find her. only the character she holds, and it's stupid how it breaks you
too bad the show must go on
"the prettiest, hottest and sexy woman" her touch is too gentle to be acting, her lips against yours blurring the line, the emotions mixing in and the words crumbling you down
“take the chance with me baby” and you close your eyes when you kiss her, the passion melting your body and igniting your soul
it takes a few more seconds before you hear the word ‘cut!’ and you feel her pull away.
with a slice in the throat, you find yourself scrambling because the bliss ended too fast
you’ve been to many ends of something, something that was almost everything
she was your everything for a few weeks
everyone is cheering, and it’s finally coming at you that this is the end
the end of another blissful delusion
it’s another heartbreak in motion
you can’t handle another one
you stand up, brushing past dahyun before she can say another word. watching as you head out, to do what you said you would do because you never got to do it before
to run away from impending hurt
to take off before it gets to you
she can’t let you end up in the same place
so she runs after you, ignoring her co workers and staff members calling for the both of you. running headfast towards what she wants
when she wanted to be an idol she bulldozed through, the bright hope of her family in her heart
when she wanted to be an actress she fought her way through, with the support of her members blazing her through
this is different, for the sole reason she’s on to prove to you she’s the only one for you
when she sees you run off into the city lights, she calls your manager to catch up to you
to the only place she knows that you would go
she finds you on the bench behind the convience store, staring into nothingness
"it's rude to run off after a confession"
no reply, and dahyun decides that it’s finally time to fully put her heart out to it's fullest extent
"i meant every word"
you don’t move, still staring at the ground in front of you
couldn't she just let it go? the label would only complicate her life
“go away dahyun”
“i can’t”
she sits beside you, eyes also looking at the ground you're staring at. only difference is that she glances at your hands, wishing she can hold them
“i do mean it” she’s determined to break this last wall “i only want you”
“bullshit dahyun” you cut her off, and you can feel the weight of everything in your heart “you must have been in the moment”
“i meant it, that i only want you-"
"dahyun you must be dreaming because do you really want me?"
she's crying too, angry at the world for hurting you too bad, blinded by fears and hurt. angry at those who used you, who didn't love you right, or even leave you with proper closure. angry at herself, at how stubborn she is to be with you
but she can't be angry at you
no she can't
"i always want you, ever since you let me ask too many questions during the briefing, when you first came with me to eat ramen, even when you keep rejecting me. i always want to love you. only you"
you can't believe her, you want to believe her
until you feel a flash of memories flood your heart
"then you are a fool"
she stands up, and you wonder if she's like every heartbreak you've ever had in your life
"i know, but at least i get to be a happy fool"
you don't know why dahyun is now kneeling right in front of you, holding your hands, holding all of the love that you thought you lost
"i can't promise you that i'll be your perfect dream, i can't promise you that we'll never experience fights and heartbreak, i can't promise you that i'll be the one"
you let her kiss your hands, to your cheeks and to your lips. slow, soft and steady
"i can promise i'll always think of you as my number one girl. i can promise that i'll do my best to get to our dates, i'll promise to make it up to you when i don't, i'll do my best to make you fall in love with love again, i'll always choose you. i can promise that"
you feel her cup your cheeks with her hands, letting you melt to her touch
"will the loveliest, sweetest, breathtaking, amazing and gorgeous woman have the pleasure of taking the first step with me?"
she coos at your tears, heart breaking at how much you can’t see it
“even when you cry you are still so pretty” she wipes your tears, gentle as always, and you can't even push her away anymore. not when she's done more to love you with all of her
maybe it's been hours that passed by, or simply just minutes. time that you don't know how to hold and comprehend when she holds you like you are her universe.
“wouldn't it be nice" she smiles, that smile that lets you fall even further "to let me call you mine?"
"you-" this is the first time in a long time you are choking up a response "i hate you"
all she does is laugh, kissing you again, this one not for the cameras. only because she wants to kiss the woman with the icy walls
"i told you, i'll find love with you"
dahyun doesn’t want anyone else but you
damn anyone that will take you away from her
all she ever wanted was you
from the moment she saw you at the meeting, from the first scene you both acted in together, to late night line practices over instant ramen, at the dressing room half asleep yet still holding her hand after walking back, in each scene that sets you both closer and closer, to each kiss that shouldn’t mean something but kept on lingering
getting into this, she really thought she was just gonna have a fun time, mingle and play along with others
she thinks she's serious with you now, because now she wants you to be a part of her life. as far as the universe will let you
Synopsis: During the rain, your car breaks down. Good thing Momo seems to find you and offers her assistance!
Warnings: violence at the end, kind of gore-y since she's a vampire but nothing too explicit, some fluff, tried to make this spooky cuz Halloween but I'm not too sure, alcoholic drinks, kind of stalker behavior, biting, and it is suggestive.
w/c: 3878
a/n: Halloween fic!! I hope you guys like it! I always appreciate the input so feel free to give some!
Mainly doing this for @cry4mina cuz of her vampire fic so yeah (I kinda wanna do a part 2 cuz I really liked this and I honestly didn't do this justice, so maybe I'll rewrite this and give more info and expand the story later ^^)
You loved the rain. The sound of it, the smell that lingered in the air, it was all very comforting to you. You even liked to go for short drives while it rained, not a lot of people were in the streets, so it was very peaceful. Tonight, you should’ve gone against all of these thoughts and just stayed home.
You had moved to a quieter town recently. Your job had been demanding, and you just needed a break from all the noise. Since it was raining, you decided to go on your little drives while it rained. It quickly proved to be a terrible idea when your car decided to stop working as you were nearing the lake, no houses, no people nearby to help.
“Come on…” You say to yourself as you try calling the local mechanic, to no avail of course, since there was almost no signal.
After about 20 minutes, you notice that the light rain had started to pick up and walking back to town was no longer an option.
To your surprise, you notice a flash of headlights coming through your car, there was someone out there.
You quickly get out of the car to signal your presence, not even caring about getting wet. Once the car stopped, you notice who it was from, and you wonder if it was smart of you to get out of the car so fast.
“Miss L/n?” Momo asks surprised, not used to seeing people that far from the town on rainy days like these.
Momo was from a family that had lived in that town for generations, but unfortunately, only she was left now. She was more of a loner, always in her own world, going to the city from time to time, but spending the majority of her time at her house by the lake. You didn’t know what she did for a living, but always just assumed that she was either very well off or had a job that she could do from home.
It’s not that you were afraid of her, of course not. She had always smiled at you ever since you had moved into town and coincidentally happen to see her in the supermarket. You were just a little put off by her presence, you don’t really know how to explain it.
Kids around town would tell stories about the Hirai family, how they never seemed to age and then suddenly disappeared. Silly ideas that they were supernatural, the most famous amongst them being that they were vampires. They could pass for it, with their perfect pale skin, almost shining when the light would hit them.
“Is everything ok?” She steps out of the car, umbrella in her hand, quickly going to your side to shield you from the water.
After hearing about what had happened she quickly offers to look at the car, with no success. It was very kind of her, bus she didn’t seem like the type who would know about cars. So instead, you let her drive you to her place, since it was already getting dark and the light rain seemed like it was turning into a storm.
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Momo was sweet, she tried to make conversation, maybe ease you into her presence. You weren’t sure of what to say, so at a certain point, she kind of just gave up and put on some music.
Once you arrived at her house, she ushered you inside, not wanting you to get wet, and as soon as you had stepped inside, she was already handing you a towel for you to dry off. You couldn’t help but almost swoon at her considerate actions.
“I know it’s a little weird to invite you to stay over like, this but it really seems like a storm is coming, I’m not sure if it would be safe for me to drive you home like this…” The older girl says as she sits next to you, putting the tea on the table.
“I really appreciate you doing that, I was contemplating walking until I saw a car or even reached home, but I’m glad you saw me before I started walking,” You interrupt her softly, not wanting her to feel any type of negative emotion after taking you in and saving you from your precarious situation. “It was really nice of you to offer me to stay here.”
You both sit in silence, watching the drops of water fall into the river situated almost right in front of her house. It was beautiful. The whole setting brought you comfort, the cracking of the wood in the (seemingly) unused fireplace, the dim warm lighting, the view to the lake surrounded by the dark green vegetation… It was nice.
As dinner approached, Momo volunteered to cook for you, you almost begged to help her, but she politely declined, saying that if you wanted you could set the table. Once she had brought out the food you saw that she didn’t have a plate, she claimed to not be hungry, that she had eaten plenty already.
During dinner, you had learned that her older sister lived in a more rural area and didn’t visit much, same as her parents. She worked a finance job that allowed her to stay at home, that being the reason she wasn’t seen getting out of the town as much. As she kept talking about herself, you felt more at ease, she was calm and that was transferred to you as well.
You told her about your previous job in the big city, how it had worn you down. You expressed your love for baking, how you were so happy to have had opened one in town. She listened attentive, promising to visit you sometime, telling you how much she loved to eat.
It was getting late. The storm had quieted down and Momo had offered her bedroom for you to sleep in. She would’ve offered the guest bedroom, but it was up for renovation, she was worried that the smell of paint would be too much. You obviously declined, saying you had taken too much, you would gladly sleep on the couch.
You were suddenly woken up by a slight bang and a little groan of annoyance. You lift up your head, vision still hazy from sleep and see Momo, towering over you, her eyes golden and with something dripping from her chin? Her features are sharper, she looks hungry.
“Momo?”
“Shh, it’s nothing, I just banged my knee when I was going to close the window, the wind got it open, you can keep sleeping…” she quickly says, looking away from you, with a tone so soft that it lured back to sleep almost instantly.
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Although Momo’s couch was big (and expensive) you woke up sore. Your body hurt in weird places, like your nape, the back of your arm, weird unsuspecting places.
“The sky has cleared up, I can give you a ride whenever you’re ready.” You almost Jump out of your skin, you didn’t even hear her coming. “I’ve already called the mechanic and told him about the car.” She continues, with a small smile on her face once she notices she had scared you.
Her face is soft, contrary to your previous encounter. Her eye were no longer that striking golden shade, but her normal sweet brown. Maybe you had dreamt it.
You started to notice that every time you were close, her touch would linger longer. She would give you a cup of tea and her fingers would brush yours, once she was out the door to take you home, her hand sneaked up to your lower back, guiding you to the car, to which she opened the door and closed it gently as if not to startle you. This kindness was not something unusual, but it seemed like it had grown from an interaction that you were not a part of.
“If you ever need something, don’t hesitate to call,” Momo says as she walks you to your door. “I really liked having you over, I hope we can get to know each other more in the future.” She offered you a shy smile, and quickly looked away, as if she was blushing, but you didn’t see a speck of the usual pink-ish hue come into her face.
After biding your goodbyes, thanking her and making her promise to visit you at work, you went inside, anxious to see what was up with your body, checking to see why it hurt so much. As soon as you were in front of the mirror, you pulled your hair up and turned your neck as far as possible, trying to see if there was anything there. The only thing you saw was a little bruise, almost the size of a little caramel, nothing to worry about. The same was on your arm, just a tiny bruise. You figured it must have been your clumsiness around the kitchen.
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Some time went by, and you started seeing Momo around a lot more. She would sometimes come around your work, playfully begging for some of your baked goods, sometimes you would just be closing up and she would magically be passing by and accompany you to your car or even home.
Every time you were together her hands you find your skin, she would trace your skin, almost tickling you from how light her touch was. Her hands were always cold, you weren’t exactly used to it, you were known to be a warm-blooded person, but you still welcomed her freezing touch every time, at a certain point longing for it.
You had gone to her place once again, since it wasn’t raining, she had shown you her majestic garden. The threes, the flowers, it was all so well taken care of. She told you she had poured a lot of time into tending to them, that they were her pride and joy. You were smitten with her. The way her face would contort when she laughed, how her eyes turned into crescent moons every time she smiled had you floored. You were grateful for your rainy-day drives, for allowing you to meet Momo.
You had started to hope it was Momo coming through the door of the bakery as soon as you heard the bell jingle. You never thought it would get like this, but who could blame you? A tall, kind, beautiful woman had taken interest in you, you were meant to start having a tiny crush, you only hoped it was reciprocated.
Besides Momo’s visits, you had started to notice that you were behaving differently. You could’ve gone on your day without noticing it, but one day, as you were washing your face, you reached for your towel to dry off, only to not find her in the usual spot. It was in another hanger, one you never used to put towels. You found it weird, maybe this crush had started making you do things without thinking. You had also lost your favourite night shirt from your university days. Maybe you had left it at home with your parents, you’d have to ask them.
The marks never appeared again, thankfully, it was definitely Momo’s couch.
One day, Momo came early to your work. She seemed nervous. She couldn’t exactly look at you. “I was wondering if you were free tonight.” She finally lets out, after a minute of slight rambling. “I want to take you out to dinner.”
You felt hot, sweating from the palms. She had asked you out. She couldn’t look at you still, preferring to look at the baked good displayed in front of her instead as she waited for your answer.
“Where are you planning on taking me?” You finally choked out, your hand going to your neck instinctively feeling hot all over. What would you wear? Where was she taking you? How should you act? Did she like roses? Would she prefer a sweet or a more flowery scent? The questions ran through your mind, you didn’t even notice the big smile that had crept up on the woman’s face.
“It’s a new restaurant, I’ve gone there, and I think you’d like it…” She says, composed again, her fingers searching for yours, playing with them, a small smile lingering on her face.
Maybe your standards were too low, but the thought of Momo thinking you’d like something and inviting you there warmed your heart. After leaving you with a giddy goodbye and a small and fast kiss on the cheek, she left you alone in the bakery. You were going out with Momo.
As soon as the clock hit 6, you were closing up and hurriedly going home to get ready. As you’re looking through your clothes, you spot your dark red satin shirt, and instantly know that you should wear that, leaving a couple buttons open.
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Momo’s eyes hadn’t left your frame since she had gone to pick you up. There was something different in the air, it seemed more charged.
Momo’s eyes seemed lighter, you noticed as soon as your eyes landed on her. Her dark brown eyes were now a lighter shade, reminding you of the weird dream you had of her with a set of golden eyes.
The restaurant was a quiet place, it was a small and cosy place on the edge of town. Momo was right, you think you fell in love with the place at first sight.
You had been right to bring the satin shirt, Momo had not been able to take her eyes away, the buttons down had exposed your skin and maybe that’s what made her not look away.
She spoke gently to you, listened to your stories, contributed to the conversation, everything was going perfectly. You noticed that, once again, she was not eating as much as you would expect, but that didn’t seem to faze you.
“You look really nice,” she says, her eyes fixed on yours. “I’m really happy you accepted to come on this date.”
“I’ve actually been thinking about asking you out too…” you say, growing shy after your confession, to which you receive a soft smile.
The dim lighting in the restaurant contributed to making your date even more perfect. The lack of the harsh lighting made Momo’s skin look almost a milky gold, it paired perfectly with her soft features.
Although the company was perfect, it kept getting interrupted by a flirty younger waiter. He seemed to be a good guy, but his insistence on hitting on you every time he would come to your table was getting annoying, especially for Momo, who seemed like she, if she was allowed to, would kill him for interrupting your first date.
After dinner, she asked if you wanted to go to her house since it was closer, or if you’d prefer if she dropped you off at your place. You almost instantly said that you wanted to go to hers. You know, since it was closer.
Her fingers drew little shapes on your tight as she drove, only stopping when she reached for your hand to kiss your knuckles. Your breathing was uneven, and you kept your eyes on her the whole ride. The night casting some shades on her face, enhancing her jawline, making her look even more ethereal.
She offers you a drink as soon as you’re home. Her eyes staring at your wine-stained lips, making her subtly wet her own. She knows that if she touches you, she wouldn’t be able to contain herself. You offer to clean the glasses, it was getting late, and you wanted to spend some quality time with her.
The hot water on your fingers was nothing compared to the flush on your face. The look the older girl was giving throughout the night almost had you in shambles. It seemed like she was doing it without even noticing as well, making you even needier for her touch, even if it was the usual brush of fingers.
“Hm tonight was fun right?” You hear as she approaches you. You look back and see she had shed from her coat, now having her arms showing off. Suddenly a cold hand slides to your hips. “Do you need any help?” It comes out in a whisper, and you can’t find it in you to answer. It all feels so intimate. You only shake your head and muster a “go settle on the couch” along with a promise of joining her soon.
Soon enough, you’re on the couch with her, a movie playing with very low volume in the background. You’re not exactly paying attention, it seems like a horror movie, you’re only focused on how close she is to you, how her hand is on your tight, and how she is also not paying attention to the movie but softly looking at your side profile.
“Do you not like the movie?” You croak out.
A “Hm, yeah,” comes lazily out of her. “You’re too distracting, though, I just can’t seem to pull my eyes away from you.”
You go to have a look at her, a joke about her being cheesy on the tip of your tongue, but as soon as you turn your head, you're faced with Momo softly looking at you. Her bangs a little messy, some strands covering her eyes. Your fingers move without you thinking, sorting the hairs out, her skin ice-cold. Your eyes locked on hers. None of you blinking.
You feel her inch closer towards you, your heart skips a bit when you feel her knee brush against yours. Her hand comes to your face, gently tucking your hair behind your ear.
“This shirt has been driving me crazy all night,” She whispers, her index finger trailing down your neck.
“Yeah?” You whisper, she’s so close you can feel her breath mixing with yours.
Your gaze flickers down to her lips, but you still catch her as she wets her lips. Your hand moves slowly to the back of her neck, and you let your fingers run through the baby hairs.
“I really want to kiss you,” She whispers, noses already touching, her hand on your thigh, softly caressing it.
Without waiting any more, she closes the small gap separating you two, her mouth softly pressed into yours, a bit shyly at first, but you quickly pull her in by her nape, making it all go away. You’ve dreamt of this. Of her lips on yours. It was much better than imagined.
“You don’t know what you do to me…” she whispers, breaking away from you. “This is embarrassing to admit, but I’ve dreamt about the moment I’d be able to kiss you.”
She knows how to make you melt, how can she say things like that and not expect you to react. So, you do. You pull her in by her neck, surprising her, kissing her more desperately. Her hands now moving to your waist, trying to pull you as close as she can. She needs to feel you.
She pulls you into her lap, and starts leaving lazy kissing along your jawline, quickly moving further down.
Suddenly she stops. “It’s like you’re torturing me.” Comes in a strangled whisper.
You don’t say anything, you just wait for her to elaborate. Instead, she looks up at you, hazy eyed, almost blind by the effect you have on her, her pupils dilated.
“This drove me crazy all night,” She says, her index finger trailing down your neck. She brushes her lips along your skin and takes in a sharp inhale. She starts peppering kisses there, her fingers pressing into the now exposed skin on your hip, making you pant softly. You feel her smirk into you.
You just want to feel her lips on yours again, you need her. Instead, you start to feel something…sharp. “I need you…” She whispers before you feel a sting on your neck.
It doesn’t bother you, you need more so you turn your head more to the side, trying to give more room for her to do as she pleases, and because of that you hear her let out a groan.
Her hand grabs your chin, pulling it down for you to meet her lips once again. You feel her tongue and a new metallic taste come into your mouth. You moan at the combinations of her lips passionately moving against yours and her freezing hand going up your back.
You groan in displeasure as soon as she breaks the kiss once again.
“Don’t be like that,” she laughs kissing your cheek. “I just wanted to know if maybe you’d want to move to a more comfortable place?” She hesitantly says, seeming shy, but before you can even finish saying yes, she’s already picking you up and leading to your bedroom.
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You’re playing with the sun ring Momo had on her nightstand. She had explained how important it was that she had it, how it helped her withstand the sun.
The whole revelation of her vampiristic side, about how she had been trying for months to get used to your smell so that she wouldn’t hurt you, had hit you like a ton of bricks. How had you missed it? Of course you were mad, you had a nasty bruise on your neck because of her bite, but that could be covered in make up for the time being.
You were still in a state of disbelief. She had said she refused to eat anyone, she survived off normal food, maybe animal blood, but that this sudden need to bite you, to drink your blood, to consume you had come out of nowhere. It did explain a lot, especially the reason why she was so cold all the time.
“You like that?” Momo asks, getting out of the shower, wet hairs sticking to her face. You hum in response, not sure of what to even say.
“I know you’re freaked out,” she says, flopping next to you, the heat radiating from her skin because of the shower feeling very odd to you. “And I understand if you don’t want anything to do with me. I hope you do, but I understand if you don’t.”
You’re still confused. She is a vampire. A whole immortal being. You had slept with an immortal being who drank blood. You would try your best to understand, nonetheless.
After reassuring her that you just needed some time to assimilate everything, you decided to take a shower yourself. As you go to pick out some clothes, you hear Momo quickly get up from behind you.
“Wait, not that drawer!”
Too late. There, neatly folded, was your university shirt. The one you had lost. There was also one of your towels, little trinkets from your place. You’re frozen in place, cold sweat starting to form at the base of your neck.
“That was not for you to see,” she sighs, closing the drawer from behind you, pressing her once again gelid front against your naked back. “Too bad.” She says, before everything goes dark.
synopsis: amidst your busy caseload, you surprise mina with a celebration for her latest comeback with misamo
wc: 1.9k
author’s note: i am kicking my feet | not proofread :3
you sat at your desk, the glow of your computer screen casting a soft light on your tired face. the stack of paperwork in front of you seemed to grow by the minute, and each passing second felt like it was stretching on forever. you sighed, glancing at the clock on your phone. the time read later than you had hoped. you had promised mina that you’d make it home tonight, but the demands of work had other plans.
you quickly typed a message to her: “hey, i’m really sorry, but i might not make it tonight. buried under a mountain of paperwork. i’ll try to hurry, but it’s going to be a while.”
you stared at the text, your thumb hovering over the send button. it wasn’t the first time work had interfered with your plans, but each time felt a little heavier. you knew mina would understand, she always did. still, you couldn’t shake the feeling that you had let her down. you had been looking forward to tonight, to the quiet evening you’d promised, but instead, here you were, buried in work once again.
finally, you hit ‘send’, lean back in your chair, and let out a frustrated sigh. the glow of the screen felt harsh against your eyes, and the clutter of papers on your dusk seemed endless. you rubbed your temples, trying to push away the exhaustion that was settling in.
the week had been chaotic. mina’s schedule was packed with rehearsals, press events, and the whirlwind of preparations for the misamo comeback. you’d barely had a chance to talk outside of quick texts or stolen phone calls between your work commitments. and as much as you understood the demands on her, you couldn’t help but wish for just one evening where the two of you could forget about the world and spend time together, uninterrupted. but it seemed that life just didn’t have room for that.
you promised yourself that tonight, despite all of this, you’d find a way to make it up to her. you’d show her how much she meant to you, even if it wasn’t in the way you’d initially planned.
meanwhile, mina stepped into her apartment, letting out a tired sigh as she closed the door behind her. it had been a long day - back-to-back rehearsals, press interviews, and the constant hum of her phone. the energy from the misamo comeback was exhilarating, but it was also draining, and she was ready for a break.
when she opened your message, she smiled softly, knowing how much work you had on your plate. “under a mountain of paperwork. might be a while.” the words were comforting, a reminder that you were always there, even if you couldn’t physically be there at the moment. still, she couldn’t shake a small wave of disappointment. she had been looking forward to the quiet evening you had planned together.
she tossed her bag onto the couch and kicked off her shoes, making her way into the kitchen. as she passed by the hallway, something caught her attention. there was a soft, almost ethereal glow coming from the kitchen - light spilling around the corner. her brows furrowed in confusion. she was sure she had turned everything off before she left this morning.
curiosity tugged at her, and she moved closer, her footsteps soft and steady on the smooth hardwood floors as she crept toward the source of the light. as she rounded the corner, her breath caught.
there, in the center of the kitchen counter, was a cake - a beautiful, lavender-colored cake, adorned with intricate white and gold flowers, detailed piping around the edges, and the word misamo elegantly scripted on top in delicate, flowing letters.
mina’s eyes widened in surprise, her heart skipping a beat. she blinked several times, trying to make sense of what she was seeing. had you somehow managed to leave work early to surprise her? or had you coordinated this earlier in the day? either way, it was a perfect gesture, a sweet surprise that she hadn’t expected.
she laughed softly, her breath catching in her throat. the cake was stunning - almost too beautiful to eat - but she was certain it was made just for her. she couldn’t help but feel overwhelmed by the thought and the effort you’d put into this surprise. for a moment, everything seemed to slow, the weight of her hectic day lifting with the simple gesture.
before she could take it all in, she heard footsteps behind her. she whirled around, startled, and was met by the sight of you standing in the doorway, grinning with mischief in your eyes. you were holding a box of candles in one hand and a brightly colored party hat in the other.
“oh my god!” mina gasped, her hand flying to her chest in surprise. “you scared me half to death!”
you laughed, clearly pleased with yourself. “sorry, i didn’t mean to! i just wanted to surprise you,” you said, stepping closer with a soft smile. with a gentle touch, you placed the party hat on her head. “congratulations on the misamo comeback, mina.”
mina stood there for a moment, speechless, her eyes flickering between you and the cake, unable to believe what was happening. “you— you were supposed to be at work,” she said, still in shock. she gestured toward the cake, still unsure of how it all came together. “i can’t believe you did all this.”
you smiled, looking a bit sheepish. “i might’ve exaggerated a bit about the paperwork. i wanted to make sure you wouldn’t come home expecting anything, so i wrapped things up early and came straight here. figured i could surprise you properly.”
her heart softened as she took it all in. the thought, the effort, the time you had spent making sure she felt special - it touched her in a way she hadn’t expected. “thank you,” she whispered, her voice full of emotion. she could feel a lump in her throat as her eyes grew misty. “this— this is amazing.”
you nodded, lifting the box of candles. “shall we do this properly?”
together, you placed the candles on the cake, taking great care to arrange each one just so. mina giggled softly as you struggled with the last candle, squeezing it between two others with a wink. “there. perfect,” you said, grinning as you flicked the lighter, the flame dancing to life.
the warm light from the candles seemed to fill the entire room, creating a cozy, intimate atmosphere. mina closed her eyes for a moment, taking in the sweetness of the moment, before she made a wish. she blew out the candles, watching the smoke curl upward, a wish carried on the soft air.
you carefully cut the first slice of cake and handed it to her with a proud smile. she took a bite, her eyes widening as the flavors danced on her tongue. “this is amazing,” she said, her voice full of surprise and delight. “did you— did you make this?”
you chuckled, shaking your head. “i wish. i picked it up from that little bakery around the corner. but i did give them a few specific instructions on the design,” you said, looking a bit sheepish.
mina laughed, taking another bite and nodding appreciatively. “well, you picked the perfect one. it’s gorgeous.”
the two of you shared the cake, savoring every bite as the evening wore on. as you finished, mina’s playful side began to emerge. she scooped up a bit of frosting with her finger and, with a mischievous twinkle in her eye, dabbed it on the tip of your nose.
you blinked in surprise, then grinned as you wiped the frosting away. “oh, so it’s like that, huh?”
without missing a beat, you grabbed a dollop of frosting yourself and reached toward her cheek. mina laughed, ducking away just in time. “not so fast!” she teased, her playful side fully unleashed as you both engaged in a full-on frosting battle. you danced around the kitchen, laughing until your stomachs hurt, your faces and clothes splattered with frosting.
the kitchen was a disaster - crumbs scattered across the counter, frosting smeared on your cheeks and clothes - but you didn’t care. neither of you cared about the mess, only the joy of being together, laughing until the world outside seemed to disappear.
as you wiped a streak of frosting from her cheek, charlie trotted into the kitchen, tail wagging furiously. his eyes were fixed on the cake, and before either of you could stop him, he darted over to sniff at the crumbs on the floor. he let out an excited bark, wagging his tail so hard his whole body seemed to shake.
“charlie!” mina laughed, bending down to give him some attention. but as she did, charlie darted forward, his nose brushing against the frosting on her hand. “not you too!”
he rolled over onto his back, paws in the air, belly exposed in that classic, irresistible way. the two of you couldn’t help but laugh, bending down to give him the belly rubs he was begging for. you sank onto the floor beside him, both of you lost in the warmth of the moment, surrounded by love, laughter, and a surprisingly content dog.
the evening continued with simple joy - no rush, no schedule to keep. you all sat on the floor, sharing quiet laughter, the warmth of each other’s presence more than enough to fill the space. for a moment, the outside world faded away, leaving only this perfect, intimate moment.
as you looked around the kitchen, the mess was impossible to ignore. crumbs and frosting dotted the counters, frosting stains on your clothes, and a sticky floor beneath your feet. but to you, it wasn’t a mess - it was your mess, a testament to the laughter, the love, and the unexpected moments that had made tonight so special.
mina rested her head on your shoulder, her fingers absently tracing patterns on your hand as she glanced at charlie, who had rolled over in contentment, his little paws twitching in his sleep. her heart felt light, full, and at peace in a way it hadn’t in a long time. the chaos of the day, the weight of the world - none of it mattered now. she was home. with you. and everything else just seemed to fall away.
“what a mess we’ve made,” you murmured, glancing around at the chaos you had created.
mina smiled softly, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. “maybe it’s a mess, but it’s our mess. and i wouldn’t trade it for anything.”
charlie snorted, letting out a contented sigh as he flopped down at your feet. mina’s gaze softened as she looked at you, her eyes full of warmth and gratitude. “thank you,” she whispered, her voice barely above a murmur. “you always make me feel so special, even in ways i didn’t know i needed. i don’t know what i did to deserve this… or you.”
you squeezed her hand, brushing a lock of hair from her face. “you deserve everything, mina. i just want you to feel as loved as you make everyone else feel.”
mina’s fingers traced your hand in silence for a moment before she spoke again. “i do,” she murmured. “i feel more at home with you than I ever have, anywhere else.” her voice softened, and she let out a contented sigh. “honestly, i couldn’t imagine a better place to be.”
for the first time in a long while, it felt like everything was just right. the worries, the stress, the busy lives you both led - they didn’t matter. what mattered was this moment, this imperfect, beautiful moment of shared laughter, love, and simple joy.
and in that moment, with mina by your side, charlie at your feet, and the quiet warmth of home surrounding you, it was all enough.
Summary: You have a friend from college that is coming to visit and is very affectionate with you. Sana doesn't like that and retaliates before taking this "issue" into her own hands.
TW: THIS IS JUST FUCKING WITH A HINT OF BACK STORY. drinking, food, eating, sex, oral, strap ons, jealousy, degrading, top sanaaaaaaaaa, choking, hand cuffs, just a whole brain rot moment. Let me know if I missed anything.
AN: Hey hi hellooooo! (I BARELY PROOF READ THIS PLS FORGIVE) I feel so out of practice with writing! I had the brain rot and needed to do the thing. I hope you all enjoy this! Thank you to @ghostykapi for always helping me get plot points down like girl what would I do without you and for @psylocke142 and @sscieloz because the three of you constantly keep me sane while I'm losing it when brain does not work LMAO
Please enjoy and drink some water today! Ask are always open and feedback is always welcome! :)🖤
“You don’t need to be nervous, babe. She’s going to love you!” reassuring your wife sitting next to you in the booth of your favorite cafe.
Nayeon, your best friend from college/roommate at the time was in town and wanted to visit and catch up with you - and meet your wife, Sana. You couldn’t be more excited for them to finally make acquaintance after years of talking both of them up to each other.
“I know, I know but I just know how much she means to you and I want to make a good impression, you know?” puppy dog eyes looking up at you, melting you as always.
Sana looked stunning today, wearing a lavender cardigan and a white tank top underneath with some light washed oversized jeans paired with white sneakers. Her hair is long and framing her face so perfectly, with a lavender bow in her hair.
Looking so sweet and kind, glowing in her seat while making eye contact with you. You’re so in love with her, a masterpiece come to life - moving ethereally and making beautiful waves that crash happiness and warmth into the depths of your soul.
Submerging you completely into Minatozaki Sana.
“And you will, my love.” slipping your hand into hers, toying with the ring that was the product of the love built between the two of you.
“You’re sure?” looking down at your hands intertwined, watching as your hands fiddle with the gold band and then back up at your eyes that were filled with pure admiration.
“Never been more sure about anything.” beamed back at her.
It was true, asking her to marry you was the best decision you had ever made and you would do it a million times over, in every single life.
Sana’s cheeks flush red, bringing the hand that wasn’t intertwined with yours under the table up to cover her own smile, sheepishly trying to not get flustered with the way you still flirted with her, even after years of being together.
“Hello! My name is Michael. Can I start you off with some drinks?” the waiter must have snuck up to the table while you were wrapped in each other.
“I’ll have a sweet tea, please.” looking over to Sana who is still trying to compose herself.
“And she will have a hot green tea with honey, thank you.”
“Ma’am?” looking over to Sana.
The waiter seems to be completely ignoring what you said your wife wants…Cocking your head and furrowing your brows, you tilt your head up to look at him.
“I’d like what she said I wanted, thanks.” confusion laces her voice as the waiter sighs with a smile at the sound of her voice and walks to gather your drinks.
“What the fuck is that about?” back tensing in anger, staring daggers at the man who just flirted with your wife.
“You’re cute when you’re angry.” a cold finger catches your chin and leads you to look right into her eyes, inching her face closer and closer to you.
“Nothing to worry about, baby.” voice squeaking with pure happiness at your jealousy as she places her lips on yours, sending you into a whirl wind.
“I’m all yours…forever, remember?” lifting her hand out of yours to flash you the ring and wink.
It takes everything in you to not sink to the floor, you never should’ve taught her how to wink. It’s going to be the death of you and you’re already so weak to her touch that a wink on top of it could send you into a spiral of thoughts of love, and some others that are lust driven.
“Y/n?!” shouted from the front of the cafe, the voice is familiar that can only mean one thing.
“Oop! There she is!” standing up to spot her.
Seeing her and trying to catch Nayeon’s attention and wave her to the table.
Nayeon was wearing a very small crop top, showing off her stomach, and a very small pair of shorts. Very revealing, which doesn’t surprise you. She was always comfortable in her s
“You’re late!” is how you decided to her her attention.
Squealing at the sight of you, you open your arms for Nayeon to practically tackle you to the floor.
“I missed you so much Y/nnie! Look at you! You’re glowing. Ugh I just know that Sana is taking SUCH good care of you. And this, is your color.” grabbing your face and kissing your cheeks obnoxiously with a loud smack to each side, before tugging on the royal blue sweater you were currently wearing and pointing down to the shoes that matched it.
“I miss you too, Nay! I promise you she is and thank you!” bringing her in for another tight hug before letting go, Nayeon’s hand trailed down your arm and stopped in your hand, linking your fingers together.
Head turning start your introductions to one another and you realize that you might’ve forgotten to tell Sana that Nayeon is very physically affectionate…and that it meant nothing…oops.
Your wife’s jaw is on the floor, eyes wide and you can see the annoyance simmering underneath the shocked expression on her face.
“Nayeon! This is my wife, Sana.” throwing the word “wife” in, hoping that it would calm Sana enough to get through lunch so you could explain yourself later.
Already knowing that this was going to be a big conversation tonight.
“Oh my goodness! You’re stunning!” Nayeon let go of your hand and brought them up to grab Sana’s, pulling her out of her chair.
“It’s so so so lovely to meet you! I’ve heard so many wonderful things!” Joyfully offered to your wife as Nayeon wrapped her arms around her.
“Likewise!” Sana’s voice is chipper but the glare she’s giving you from over Nayeon’s shoulder is the exact opposite.
“Shit.” stated under your breath, as Nayeon and Sana part ways to create more small talk between the two of them, everyone taking their seats to get brunch started.
Sana and you take your place on the side of the table you were already on, Nayeon sitting across from you in the booth as your wife and bestfriend slip from small talk into questions about each other.
Both of them seem comfortable, this is great.
A jealous Sana was sexy, the way anger flared behind her eyes never failed to get you wet, even though it was usually not the time for it. Not willing to let this become a situation of jealousy because it’s Nayeon…if it was a stranger, sure but you want these two to get along.
Maybe Sana would get to know Nayeon and realize that the affection wasn’t something that meant anything at all.
Maybe she’s already forgotten.
The waiter walks back over and places your drinks down on the table, only addressing Sana in the process.
“Here you are, Ma’am.” his hands are slightly shaky as he placed the drink down.
“Thank you, sweet heart.” winking at him seductively.
…she had not forgotten…
You were regretting teaching her to wink even more so, as watched as the waiter’s thoughts leave his mind, swearing you could see his heart beat in his neck.
“uh…uhm...N-no p-p-problem, m-ma’am.” tugging at his collar to relieve some of the pressure Sana just placed on him.
Nudging her with your elbow, the look you’re giving her sliced through all the tension of this and was now turning into something she saw as a game.
Pawn move, your turn.
Nayeon is taking all of this in, without interrupting the show unfolding, leaning back in her seat and cocking an eyebrow. Does she realize what’s actually happening here or does she think that Sana is insane?
“I’ll take an iced americano, thank you.” to the panicked man, giving him the exit he seemed to crave so desperately.
“Right away, ma’am!” rushing off behind the doors to the kitchen, you swear you can hear his sigh of relief when he steps out of sight.
“So how is Jeongyeon? How are things?” inquiring so you can distract for what she was witnessing.
“She’s great! She’s back home with Dahyun. They just opened a coffee shop so they’ve been busy bodies with that.” smiling in pride of what her wife and best friend were doing.
“No way! After all these years of wanting to? I’m so happy to hear they’ve finally done it!” returning the sentiment back to her with excitement.
“And Dahyun is still rooming with you both, I assume?”
“Our perfect third wheel!” both of you burst into a giggle, Sana watches how close the two of you are.
You can feel her energy shift into possessive and jealous, more tense by the second as you continue on with brunch.
Nayeon reaches her hand over the table to grab yours, genuinely smiling at you as she prepares to say something.
Sana is seething next to you and you can already tell what she’s going to do about it.
“It’s truly so great to see you, I’m so happy they called a meeting here so we could get together and I could meet Sana too!” the warmth and friendship radiating off the sentence went right over Sana’s head as she laid her hand on your thigh, digging her nails right into the denim of your black jeans.
The waiter, Michael, comes back over with Nayeon’s iced americano and places it on the table.
“Do you need some more time to look over the menu? Or have any questions?” the poor boy is shaken to his core, and it’s about to get so much worse.
“What’s your favorite thing on the menu, honey?” Sana says without looking up at him.
“Oh, you know I love the ba-” you start.
“Not you.” putting her hand up to halt you, mid sentence.
“Michael.” looking up at him with those puppy dog eyes and a smile.
You swear you can physically see his knees turn to jelly.
“Uhm…well I r-really like the pancakes, ma’am.”
Rolling your eyes in disbelief, you wait for her response, making eye contact with Nayeon and communicating with her silently as all of this transpired.
“Pancakes it is then.” putting on her sweetest voice possible before handing him the menu and intentionally touching his hand.
“Wow, your hands are so strong…” caressing the top of one of them before pulling back.
“I wonder how useful those could be…”
“Sana! Enough!” the rage set in with you snapping at her, she had pushed this too far and she knows it.
“Oh, come on. It’s all in good fun, right?” kissing your cheek and then winking at him again.
“Right, Sweet heart?” referring to Michael again.
Staring at her in disbelief, your jaw tightens as you look back at Nayeon who is holding in her laughter, flushing red from the suppression.
“And no laughing out of you!” pointing to her across the table, her arms shoot up to claim her innocence.
“I’m just here to visit a friend! I swear!” chuckling through the sentence and bringing an ease to the table.
“A friend…right…” Sana seems to not believe but laughs along anyway.
Nayeon managed to cut the tension like she always did with a silly moment and for that you were grateful.
—
Over the course of this brunch, you had lovely conversations that everyone was involved in. Nayeon and Sana got along really well, despite the introduction, enjoying a lot of the same things and having lengthy conversations about many different topics.
“How long are you in town for?” Sana asked before taking a sip of her drink.
“I fly home tomorrow night, unfortunately.” sighing and knowing that the visit would be short lived.
“That’s too soon.” quipped back with a frown.
A sudden sparkle behind her eyes and the twitch of her brow shows you that she’s up to something.
“Where are you staying?” expeditiously inquired through a new tone of excitement.
“Well, this trip was very last minute so I’m hoping I can get a hotel down town by the airport. If anything, I can just sleep in the rental car and head to the airport tomorrow afternoon.”
“Nonsense! You’ll stay with us!” This surprised both you and Nayeon.
Sana offering Nayeon to stay at your home was a very big deal. You both really liked your privacy and for her to extend that invitation was...not like her.
“I wouldn’t want to impose!” Nayeon is dismissive of the thought, looking over to you for some hint that this would be okay.
Nodding to her very softly, you agree.
“I insist, Nayeon! I can’t have my wife’s best friend sleeping in discomfort when we have a perfectly good guest room for you to stay in.” Sana’s hand reaches out over the table to grab Nayeon’s, reassuring her that all was well.
“Alright, I’ll stay.”
“Great! I’ll get the check.”
The waiter must’ve been listening as he was immediately when he heard Sana wanted something. Nayeon let out a belly laugh when she saw how quickly he was present, and you rolled your eyes.
Reaching out to hold your hand, Nayeon decides to move a pawn on the gameboard.
“Y/nnie, did you ever tell Sana about what we used to do?” the flirtatious tone perks up Sana’s ears, the scowl on her face already gently forming around her squinted eyes.
“Nayeon, what are you talking about?” trying to brush off what Nayeon was hinting at so Sana wouldn’t get upset.
“What did you guys used to do?” attempting to keep cool about the new information that just dropped onto the table like an anvil.
“If Y/nnie doesn’t remember, I don’t think I should say, besides…I don’t know if you’d be too excited about hearing it anyways. Just a very fond memory to live in my mind then.”
Nayeon winks at Sana and then stands up.
“See you at your house!” swiftly walking out of the cafe.
—
The walk to the car was silent.
Only the sounds of your shoes against the concrete.
Walking around to the passenger seat, you open the door for Sana and wait for her to get inside. She’s just standing by the car and clenching her jaw, you can see the muscles flexing causing you to swallow harshly - nerves tingling as you walk around to the driver’s side door.
Sana suddenly slams the door closed without getting inside before promptly opening it again, for herself, and gets into her seat, closing the door behind her.
Blinking a few times at how petty that actually was, you slip into the drivers seat and start the car.
The first 5 minutes of driving are just as quiet as the walk to the car, Sana’s stewing in her jealousy next to you and you’re just waiting for her to say something.
Slowing down and stopping at a red light, you look at the road in front of you until you feel her eyes burning a hole into the side of your face.
“What did you guys used to do?” sneered at you in disgust.
“We used to smoke weed and sit on a couch, babe. A few concerts, a couple parties but nothing that warrants this reaction.” trying to reassure her that there was no threat from Nayeon.
“Sounds like there might be more. Tell me.” her stern tone rattles you to your core…causing that flash of heat under your skin that screams in desire.
“I mean we hooked up once a long long time ago. But it was one time, and it never happened again.”
“You WHAT!?”
Uh oh.
“You guys had sex?!”
“Baby, we were 18 and young. Probably drunk. It only happened one time. I didn’t think it was that important.” trying to explain but she did not want to hear it.
At. All.
“No wonders she’s so fucking affectionate with you! She probably still wants to fuck you. What the fuck, why wouldn’t you tell me this?!” through clenched teeth and she crosses her arms and shifts away from you.
“Sana, it meant nothing then and it means even less now. I love you. I want to be with you. This was a long time ago, okay?”
Silence.
“Sana.”
More silence.
“Sana!” rising in volume to get her attention.
“Okay, fine. Whatever.” waving her hand at you, the weak signal that she would be fine about this.
“Sana, Nayeon is my best friend…okay? That’s all. You are my wife. I married YOU. Not her.” reassurance making it’s way to her as you try and defuse.
“I trust you. She’s your best friend…I’ll be on my best behavior.” rolling her eyes and sighing next to you.
A fight given up a little too easily…knowing her, she was planning something else.
This was going to be a long night, wasn’t it?
—
Dinner came and went as quickly as brunch did. Spending the night lounging around the house and watching movies with Nayeon and Sana was such a good way to spend the evening - despite the argument in the car earlier.
It seems like they’re getting along very well, giggling with each other and nonstop chatting. It seems Sana is getting comfortable and actually trying to get to know your best friend.
That warms your heart more than anything. She was really willing to put her jealousy aside for you…it’s impossible to not love her more and more every single day.
Nayeon and Sana decided they wanted to watch a movie, so you let them pick while you went and got some snacks from the kitchen.
Returning to find them on the couch whispering to each other, you decided to just sit on the other side of Sana and let them press play when they were ready.
They picked a weird comedy you had never heard of, you decided to just scroll through your phone while the movie played on.
—
Around 10pm, Sana stretched and yawned, leaning into your neck and sighing into you. Toying with the end of your shirt lightly and scooting closer to you.
“You getting sleepy, my love?” leaning your cheek against her forehead and wrapping your arms around her.
All she could do was nod her head softly and nuzzle into you further.
“Why don’t you go and get ready for bed? I’ll show Nayeon where she will be sleeping and meet you in there, okay?”
“Okay. Goodnight Nayeon. Thank you for today!” standing up, giving Nayeon a hug and sluggishly making her way to the bedroom you shared and closing the door behind her.
“She’s a tough one, huh? I never thought I’d see you go for someone jealous…especially with how jealous you get!” Nayeon nudged you as you both stood up and you made your way down the hall to the guest bedroom.
“I wouldn’t say though! She’s just not used to people being touchy with me. She likes a little jealousy…and I mean, you know I like possessive. Even if this round was a little intense. I’m really happy you both got to know each other better so we can do this more often” smiling at Nayeon.
“You both are a match made in heaven. I’m really happy for you, Y/nnie. She’s lovely. Good luck later!” booping your nose lightly and turning to go into the room.
“What does tha-…You know what, I dont want to know…goodnight.” dismissively waving your hand at her while closing the door shut. Her laugh can be heard from the other side of it.
Walking back to your own room, you can’t help but wonder what that meant…good luck? with what? Maybe it was just her trying to psych you out…
Trying to be quiet as you enter, you don’t see Sana on her side of the bed, assuming she’s still in the bathroom, you strip out of the clothes you spent your day in and changed into just a large T-shirt.
The bathroom door opens up softly while you’re bringing your clothes across the room to put in the laundry basket, not bothering to look up, you toss the clothes in the vessel and turn around to crawl into your side of the bed.
That’s when you finally register what is happening in front of you.
Sana has changed into her red, lacey night gown…the one that’s completely see through…the one she knows you can’t resist.
Trying not to drool at the sight of her and how sensual she is in her movements, the way her hips sway and the way she’s looking you up and down like you’re prey to her.
Taking a few steps closer to you, she watches as you stand there in total shock - ready to drop to your knees for her.
“I think I need to remind you what it means to be my wife.” sultry, sexy tone dripping off her tongue, melting through your brain - the ache for her very present between your legs.
“I think you need a reminder of who you belong to…” the sentence lingers in your mind as she makes her way over to you slowly.
Fuck.
She’s playing hard ball with you, wanting you to submit to her immediately…and you’re tempted. It’s hard not to be when she’s like this.
Usually so soft and sweet, but when that bedroom door closes, she’s in charge and you didn’t feel like giving her that power that easily, even if you knew you’d end up sore tomorrow.
“I need to be reminded? Ha! You must not remember what you did.” flipping the script on her, crossing your arms while you wait for your reply.
The devilish smirk translucently sits across her mouth for a moment, before dissolving seamlessly into the start of something that would haunt you all night long.
The game has begun.
“What I did?!” raising her voice at you and taking a defensive stance.
“After what YOU did with your little friend! And in front of me, no less!” Scoffing and crossing her arms at the memory.
Hesitating to say anything, you try and think of a how you want to navigate this. It’s obvious how this is going to end, considering the red lace that’s barely covering her body when the idea pops into your head.
Pawn moved.
“It’s cute when you’re like this” slowly walking up to her and placing your hands on her hips and leaning into her chest, lips mere inches apart.
“Whatever.” Arms still crossed under your chests pressed together as she fights to not wrap her arms around you.
“Awh come on, my jealous baby. You know it’s only you.” Trailing a finger up her side and watching as she swallows harshly, breath hitching as she mimics your movements.
As her hands glide up your sides, the tips of her fingers graze lightly over your skin and lift the over size shirt with them - revealing what was underneath.
Nothing.
Sana lets out a short laugh when she sees your bare ass, smacking it loudly and leaning forward into you with a hand slithered up the back of your neck and through your hair.
Check.
“And who says that you’ll get what you want from me? You think being a slut for others gets you rewarded?” rebutted in a whisper with her lips brushing past yours so delicately.
Pawn moved.
Hands coasting up her back and into her hair that’s tied into a bun, you kiss up her cheek and right to her ear.
“If you won’t, I know someone who will.” another peck to her cheek.
Check. Mate.
“Someone in the next room…she’s done it before. You’ve seen her hands, right baby? Can’t you just imagine how fu-”
Sana suddenly lets go of you. Shoving you, hard, onto the bed.
“Don’t fucking move. You’re going to regret what you said but any disobedience going forward will only result in worse. Do you understand me, whore?” the mood is rage scorched, scowling down at you as you nod your head one time before she sets off to the closet.
She pulls out the box, grabs her strap - the larger one - slipping it on and tightening the sides so it fits tightly. What surprises you is when she reaches back into the box and pulls out some hard metal handcuffs you rarely ever used.
“You think you can just talk about someone else fucking you and get away with it, bitch?” walking up to you, twirling her finger around in front of her, signaling you to turn over onto your stomach.
“Hands behind you.” her stern voice is making you dizzy, unable to actually register what she’s actually saying.
“Now!”
A hard smack to your lower thighs startles you, the sting is delicious but you listen to what she says and put your hands behind your back.
The metal is cold against your wrists, wiggling to see how tight they were. There wasn’t much room to move at all.
Running your fingers against the metal to find the loose bolt that usually releases the sex cuffs, you can’t find one that rattles against your fingers.
“Awh…you thought I’d use the fake ones on you?”
Oh, shit.
Sana pulls you to the edge of the bed, feet flat on the floor and torso bent over the sheets. Taking the head of the strap, she runs it up and down your slit in a very unhurried fashion.
“Look how wet you are.” slapping the end of the dildo on your clit a few times just to hear it splatter against you.
“Did you get wet like this for her too?” gliding back over your slit this time dipping between your lips and grinding against your clit.
A gasp leaves your lips at the sensation, the burst of pleasure that sent shockwaves through you.
“Answer me, slut.” she’s leaned over your back and in your ear, grinding softly against you.
Holding you down by the chain with one hand, the other slips up to your neck, holding your throat to force you to keep your head up.
“Why don’t you…fuck- ask her?” whined out between the sluggish strokes of Sana’s strap.
Immediately coming to a halt when what you said registers in her mind, she grips your throat tighter, you can feel her tensing her body.
“What the fuck did you just say to me?!” growled as she lifts herself off of you.
Rabid, feral and unhinged, Sana can’t seem to get a grip on herself. Taking the chain of the cuffs in her hand and tugging hard, she flips you over on your back. Lost in lust and rage, she grips the collar of the thin oversized shirt you were wearing and rips it clean down the middle in one harsh tug.
You’re lost in your own neediness as you start to drip onto the floor, waiting for Sana to make her move and put you in your place.
Watching as she stands before you, strap brushing up against your core while her hands are clenched into fists next to her.
You swear you can see the steam spewing from her ears and her jaw clenching. Nudging her hips forward, the sensation of the strap against you pushes you closer and closer to begging for her and you know that’s exactly what she wants.
Sana’s hand flies down and smacks your thigh, the sound is brutal but the pain is something you crave.
“I said, what the fuck did you just say?”
You’re melting, slipping into the mindset of wanting.
Wanting her.
Craving her.
“Baby” huffed out through the tension of the room.
“Please”
“Please, what?” leaning forward, her finger comes up to your collar bone and traces it down, feather light touches right over your nipple and slipping to your hips.
Her lips follow from your neck down to your nipple, brushing past her lips barely touching your skin as she descended.
“Sana, please…I need to feel you.” breathing becoming heavier as her mouth travels down to your hips, biting down when she’s low enough to cause the reaction she wants.
Bucking your hips forward, instinctual reaction from your body- her hand raises and smacks your tit. Moaning into the empty space in the room as Sana kisses her way down to your slick smeared lips.
Her breath against your pussy was enough to push you over the edge - a long carnal whine expelled in frustration at how slow she was going. Needing her to finally take you the way you knew she wanted to.
“Say. It.” maliciously whispered, eyes showing you that even if her face was stoic in this moment, there was a hunger in them.
Sana drags her tongue up your inner thigh, stopping right before you could gain any relief from the friction of her touch.
This was torture.
“Baby” a breathless attempt.
Sana inches her way back up to your mouth, leaving a trail of ever deepening teeth marks in her wake, until she’s face to face with you - noses caressing and lips teasing each other.
Tugging at the metal of the cuffs, you whimper at not being able to touch her. Wanting to pull her close to you and tempt her to break- to give in and give you want you needed from her.
Sitting in sounds of your shallowed breath, Sana smirks at you letting out a sigh.
“I can feel how wet you are, baby.” taking her hand down the the base of the strap and positioning it against your entrance.
“Dripping down my strap and knowing that you can’t touch me…Must be so agonizing for a whore like you.” taunting you through clenched teeth and a forced smile.
Gliding over your slit again, she brings her lips closer to yours, letting you lean up to her but pulling away before your lips meet.
The only thing you can think about is her ruining you. Burning sensations of the emptiness between your legs instructs you to rock your hips back and forth to try and get her to slip the tip inside you.
“What’s the safe word?” pulling out of the moment to acknowledge the boundaries.
“Red.”
As soon as the word flies out of your mouth, Sana’s hand is around your throat. Thrusting her hips forward painfully slow until she completely bottoms out inside you.
The moan you let out was music to Sana’s ears, wanting nothing more than to let the guest in your house to know who could make you like this…let them know who you belong to.
Pulling the attachment out to the tip, Sana slams back down - hard but at a slow pace.
“That’s right, honey.” hips cocking back again.
“Let her know you’re mine.” hips snapping into you creating a rhythmic slapping as she continues torturing you with the aggressively slow stake to her claim.
Lips finally meeting, you’re fighting the metal connecting your hands as you both passionately dissolve into each other.
Sana’s grip around your throat tightens as she slowly starts to pick up the pace of ramming the strap into you. Her other hand trails to pinch your nipple, giving it a flick and a few twists so you moan even louder.
Feeling all the euphoria she was presenting you with, you’re unable to stop yourself from whimpering and moaning. Any attempt at muffling them felt useless. The only sounds outside of your own moaning was Sana breathing heavier as she snapped her hips into you, was the sound of your slick against her aggressive, deep thrusts.
Sana suddenly stops, elbows on either side of you, her resting and catching her breath for a moment. Taking a second to brush the hair out of your face, she looks you in the eyes and snaps her hips into you, pressing against your cervix when she speaks.
“Does she fuck you like this, slut?” another harsh thrust.
“Unh! Fuck babyyyy- ungh” your own voice echoes off the wall and back to you.
“Can she make your pussy this fucking wet?” another rabid jolt of her hips.
The deep strokes of her inside you hit every spot imaginable, tingling building in your limbs as she keeps marking her territory with her mouth, bite marks and hickies litter your body haphazardly.
Pressure building from inside you, gasping for air when you realize how close you are to cumming.
“S-Sana! I’m gonna c-cu-”
“No.” is all she says when she pulls out of you completely and watches as you writhe and whine on the sheets.
Moaning and whining in protest as you feel the pleasure receding, Sana just smiles and watches you tear up.
“Tell me who you belong to.” tip grinding against you again, this time causing an almost out right panic in you.
“Only you! Sana, please! fuck me! I need it I need it I need it PLEASE.” tears rolling down your cheeks, inching yourself close to her.
“Sit up.”
You immediately do as your told.
Sana grabs the keys from the nightstand and unhooks your hands.
Immediately, without a second thought, you’re pulling her onto the bed and pushing her down. Her smile is huge, giggling at how desperate you are.
Sana’s hands make their way to your thighs as you fix your position on top of her, straddling her as you ease yourself down onto her.
Hands flying up to catch your waist before you can sink too far down on her, she holds you still and buck her hips up one hard time before allowing you to sit comfortably with the strap inside you.
Completely blissed out, you lean forward and lay on her chest with your face in her neck. Her soft sweet giggle can be heard in your ear.
“Is my good girl that desperate?” placing her hands on your ass and assisting you in slamming down onto her.
“I bet she couldn’t ruin you like this.” positioning her hips at just the right angle to hit your G-spot over and over again as she picks up her pace for you.
Loudly mewling out as she rails into you, the ethereal wave comes back and takes hold of you again. Slamming yourself down onto her on your own, you can only think about cumming for her.
Right as the orgasm is about to shatter through you, Sana flips you over and throws you into a mating press, thighs against your chest and starts jackhammering into you so deeply that it sets your skin on fire.
“Fuck, S-s-ana! I’m gonna c-cum! J-ust like th-that baby!”
“Tell me who you belong to, honey.” her tempo only accelerates.
“You! Only you!” turning you into a groaning mess as you come undone around her.
Vision blacking out, you practically scream as you lose your sense of self and turn into exactly what she wanted, a ruined wife.
Her ruined wife.
Every fiber of your being set on fire and you violently thrash underneath her, creating a mess on the sheets and all over your wife.
Sana is laying soft sweet pecks on your cheeks as she lets you ride out your orgasm, holding your hips still while she lightly rocks into you.
“You’re so good for me, baby.” kissing your forehead and standing up, removing the strap from inside you.
“Look at the mess you made” pointing to the lace smeared with slick.
Unable to catch your breath, you try to compose yourself to reply when she sinks to her knees between your legs.
“Let me help clean you up, honey.”
A long, wide tongued lick up your pussy has you twitching immediately, still completely sensitive and walking into overstimulated territory.
All you can say is “Fuck, baby.” as she laps at you, cleaning up the remanence of cum from your thighs and cunt.
Passing over your clit intentionally, she watches you squirm and moans into you. Hands immediately grasping at her head, trying to pull her closer.
“Is that what you want, baby?” before a rhythmic open mouth kiss engulfs your most sensitive area and turns you back into a groaning mess.
It wasn’t long before she added her fingers into your folds, slipping two in immediately and pressing them up while latched onto your clit.
Bucking your hips into her mouth, you release the loudest, guttural moan you’ve ever heard as you cum around her fingers. Barely giving you enough time to come down from your first orgasm, she expected this of you - cumming quickly for her a second time.
Feeling the droplets of sweat dropping from your forehead, you feel Sana crawl up next to you and snuggle into you. Still gasping for air, you rolled onto your side and nuzzled into her. She played with your hair until you eventually fell asleep in her arms.
—
Waking up the next day was an atrocious feeling, not enough sleep and more sore than you ever had been.
Cracking your eyes open, you realize the bed is empty and there’s laughter coming from the kitchen.
Sitting up and rolling out of bed, you stretch and wince before getting a pair of Sana’s sweatpants and an oversized t-shirt to cover yourself up.
Opening the door to the bedroom, you wipe the sleep from your eyes and meander over to where the sound was coming from, dragging your feet along the way.
Sana and Nayeon are drinking coffee together in their pajamas - Sana is wearing one of your shirts and a pair of sleep shorts, a stark difference to what she wore last night. Nayeon has on something similar.
“Well good morning to you, Y/nnie!” Nayeon blurts out before falling into a thunderous cackle.
“You look like you got beat up! I said good luck, didn’t you hear me?” continuing to laugh with Sana.
“How bad are they? I didn’t check my neck in the mirror…wait, you…you knew?!” squinting at her in judgement.
“They’re pretty bad…Sana must have a biting kink, hm? And of course I knew! The tension between the two of you can be felt light years away. Plus, you weren’t exactly quiet about it.” fighting the laughter as she winked at you.
Nayeon’s hands shoot up in innocence again.
“She’s yours, Sana. I wouldn’t dream of taking her away from you.”
Looking over at Sana, she’s got her hand over her mouth trying to stifle the giggles. She walks over to pour you some coffee.
“I think it’s more about possessive and less about biting…And what are you laughing at?! You started this!” pointing at your wife as she turns beat red.
“No I didn’t.” nonchalantly as she passes you the mug.
“Nayeon should be happy that she’s leaving tonight.” sipping the warmth and smacking your lips at the taste.
“Why is that?” curiously inquired by Im Nayeon.
Looking over at Sana, she’s embarrassed and covering her face with her hand again but for different reasons.
“I didn’t flirt with you, but Sana flirted with the waiter in front of my face like that so I’ll put it this way…I know someone who’s louder and about to get it a lot worse than I did.”
Summary: After the events of the last chapter, reader finds themselves in a spiral of self hatred as they wait for their beloved to wake up, unbeknownst to them - someone is lurking in the shadows.
TW: Hospitals, spiraling, big sads, talks of death, some happy moments!, knives, talks of guns, talks of abusive relationships, broken glass, aaaaaaand talks of drinking and cheating. I think that's everything?
AN: Two more parts after this one and the story will be complete! I feel like I say this all the time but I never really thought this story would evolve into the series that it is now and I'm so grateful for all your support and kind words along the way! <3 <3 I truly hope you all have a lovely evening! I'd love to hear your predictions on what you all think is going to happen next!
A sharp jolt crackling through your chest wakes you violently, like lightning crawling through every vein cardiovascular system, forcing your eyes open. The fluorescent lights shine down on you, the beeping of machines, someone crying, and the rocking movement overwhelm your senses.
“We got her back! Okay, Y/n! You need to stay with me now, okay?” concern laced in the voice as that spoke to you.
Your vision is still blurred, eyes barely opening when you use as much energy as you can to keep yourself from passing out again. A familiar voice breaks through the machine’s whirring.
“Is she going to be okay?!” Momo is frantically barking at the EMT, seemingly trying to get information from him but unable to hold back the panic in these circumstances.
The rocking of the larger vehicle wakes you up just a little more but not enough to be full cognizant, bringing nausea along with it. Body unmoving as your eyes fight to keep the sliver of sight they have when your brain flashes the last few memories you had before you passed out…
Nayeon, with a smoking gun in her hand pointed past you.
Mina with crimson running down her torso and going pale…
“Mina?” croaked out between heavy breaths from the oxygen machine placed on your face.
“Wait!” Momo snaps at everyone who’s speaking around her, you hear silence again.
“Y/n?” her hand fills yours, feeling her lean into you to make sure she can hear what you’re saying. It must be pretty bad if she’s reacting this way.
“Where…is…Mina?” gravelly and with everything you could muster.
Momo sniffles, you can feel her head down and it on your arm. She sighs heavily before bringing her head back up, aware that she might not have time to fully explain what’s happening. The unanswered question haunts you for a moment.
“She’s on her way to the hospital. You both lost a lot of blood…they don’t know….they don’t know if she’s going to make it, Y/n. She was…shot in a pretty severe place…” tears spilling from her, sobbing at the information she had.
Tears roll down your face, reviving the crystalized blood coating your skin from the circumstances you were just in, dripping and reigniting it’s liquid form as it spills down around you.
If Mina…doesn’t survive…
The dread consumes you instantly. Would it be your fault if she didn’t make it? You were the one who was with her, you were the one who was supposed to protect her, but was it enough? Trying got you here…trying got you in this ambulance with both you and her getting rushed to the emergency room.
How could you stomach losing Mina like this? At the hands of one of her best friends and over…you?
“Nayeon…” whispered through the sadness and the anxiety filled thoughts that consumed every cell in your body.
The silence between her sniffling tells a lot, but not enough.
“Momo…do the police have Nayeon?” a little more aggression out of you, even in this state. You want to make sure that she can’t touch you or Mina ever again.
“Where is she?!” hissed out in an anger that Momo has never seen from you, even in the state of hurt you were in, the rage permeated the vessel you were trapped in.
The only two things you could feel in this moment: Fear and Fury. They walk hand in hand through your mind while patiently waiting for someone to answer your question.
Machines around you start furiously beeping again. Eyes still fighting to stay open but you’re so exhausted that staying awake feels impossible with the frames of darkness around your vision.
“Ma’am, I understand that you want to speak with her but we need to make sure she stays awake.” the EMT started putting needles in your arms.
“Get the crash cart ready! We might lose her again!”
Again?
Momo is in hysterics, understandably so. Wondering how much she witnessed, it would be hard for anyone to see someone they cared about in the position you were in. Imagining the lasting impact of finding the mess of the room that it all happened in, you sigh as the tears keep flowing.
All of this is too much. Too much on everyone around you.
Too much on Mina.
Too much on you.
You're slowly drifting into a dream-like state when what little blood you have runs absolutely cold, the ice that froze hell over ransacks your veins expeditiously. Eyes flying open as your heart pumps faster and faster, a chemically impersonated panic attack brought on to keep you awake.
“Y/n, listen to me. We are on the way to the hospital and it’s imperative you stay awake. I gave you an adrenaline shot so your heart might race. This is normal. Okay?” his voice is fading in and out of your range of hearing.
“So…tired…” breathlessly escapes you.
“Y/n, we are almost there, just please listen and stay awake.” Momo’s sobbing sounds physically painful and drenched in fear.
Fighting as much as you can, you try to count the lights to stay awake, forcing yourself to focus on anything that wasn’t the weight of your eyes or the pounding in your chest.
One.
Two.
Three.
Four.
Suddenly, you’re pulled feet first out of the vehicle, continuing to try and count things as your eyes fight you.
Vision goes as black as the night sky above you while you’re being pushed through the hospital, feeling the gurney bumps over the tracks of the automatic doors you hear glide open.
“We need 2 liters of O negative, stat!” shouted from your right hand side.
Your hearing is fading, replaced by the ringing that you got familiar with when the gun went off. A wave of panic swings through you, hands going up to reach for anything you could grab. This takes all of your energy and you fall into a deep calm sleep.
—
Void. Darkness. Silence.
Familiarity seeps in through your pores as your eyes calibrate to the surroundings, deja vu reflecting what once was in your mind, yet again. The same small metal table, the same figures sitting around it.
Sighing, unable to hear the huff of your wit’s end, you start to walk. Knowing exactly who the figures are before you even approach the table. Cautiously walking towards the shadows sat, almost waiting for something. Maybe, someone?
Both turning their head at you, the faces exactly who you expected, Mina and Nayeon. Mina smiles at you, the glow of her illuminating the endless ether. You have to stop moving to fully take in the essence of her.
Long dark wavy hair that frames her face and torso, welcoming eyes that melt you in the warmth she radiates, that small smile she is giving to you, and the way she gracefully reaches her hand towards you…peace.
The calm washes over you, just like the last time, as you approach her. The other figure at the table shows itself again to be Nayeon, eyes black, the smell of sulfur, the rage emitting off of her skin and the possessiveness that she always carried try to overshadow the care that was brought by Mina.
“Oh, Y/n, it’s great of you to join us.” ethereally leaves Mina’s lips.
“Yes, isn’t it pleasant to have my personal whore here?” hiss between Nayeon’s razor sharp teeth, contorted voice layered in anger and hatred.
“Don’t.” stern and powerful as it leaves the angel's lips.
A bright stream of light beams down from the nothingness, penetrating Nayeon’s chest cavity. She wails out into the void, breathing heavily.
“Do you think you can just take her from me? She’s my favorite piece of meat!” arms lengthening, mouth largening as Nayeon’s body contorts into a tall, lanky, sharp looking demon. Horns growing and snapping into shape, hooves clomping down into the cement harshly as she stakes her claim.
Mina is unaffected by this gesture of power, sending another few beams of light through Nayeon, setting what they touch on fire. Nayeon screams, loud enough to shake the table and it’s settings, rumbling them onto the floor.
Bloodied barbed wire shoots up from the floor, alive in its movements as it wraps around Nayeon’s wrists, slamming her into the ground and tightening with every second. More barbs shoot up and fix themselves around her torso, pulling her even further into the floor.
A demonic shriek can be heard through the hellfire and brimstone, Nayeon crumbles into stone before you, leaving nothing you coated in this dust and ash.
Mina is calm, cool, and collected. Standing up and yanking on your hand, you swing around and land chest first against Mina.
It starts drizzling pure clean water, Mina just holding you close while you look up to observe the rain falling from nothing. It starts picking up, washing the dust off your body.
Both of you soaking wet, standing in this mysterious rain after the monster has been slayed - there’s only one thing left to do in this fairy tale.
Boldly grabbing the sides of her face and bringing her lips to yours. Her eyes were surprised at this gesture but reciprocated the moment of passion before pulling back.
“Wake up” barely over a whisper and in a voice that isn’t hers.
“Please, Y/n, wake up!” Momo?
“WAKE! UP!”
“Don’t worry.” in her own voice, echoing against the walls of your brain before the light around Mina shines its brightest, consuming both of you.
—
Blinking ferociously, your eyes open to bright fluorescence hanging above you.
“Oh thank GOD” Momo throws herself on you before you can even understand what is happening, you wince at the weight of her unsure of what your wounds were.
“Sorry, Sorry!” She hugs you tightly before removing herself from you. Dahyun is seated, allowing you time to get your bearings before coming over to you and placing her hand in yours.
“We are so happy to see you’re awake!” smiled lightly, eyed red and swollen.
She has been crying…
“Where…is…Mina?” croaked out through dry lips and barely any energy as the worry for her consumes you.
“She’s in surgery…” Momo sniffles at the words she spoke.
There was an uneasiness about the way her voice wavered.
“…what did the doctors say?”
“The bullet penetrated her lung…they’re going in to remove it…She lost a lot of blood, Y/nnie…There’s a good chance that she might not…make it.” choking on the last few words as she forced them out.
The droplets fall from your eyes when you register what she’s said…Mina might not make it?
Thinking about the ambulance, thinking about how Momo gave this information to you there as well but it didn’t really connect in your brain until now…This event of Mina getting injured was avoidable…If you just kept your distance from her when Nayeon went crazy, maybe she wouldn’t be where she is….Maybe Mina would’ve been safe from her…
The pit of your stomach flips, all the stress of what happened has come back full force and is slamming all of your fear back into your chest, making friends with the pounding of the headache you have.
“Nayeon?” puffed out of your weak body, wondering if shew as far away and in police custody.
“Is she awake?” an all too familiar voice breaks the moment.
You look up to see who it was, a bouquet of lotus flowers covering the face of the person. They are placed down on the small table at the foot of the bed and the person steps out from behind the display, revealing herself to be Ms. Park Jihyo.
Tensing immediately, you struggle to lift yourself up higher in a move of defense. Momo sees this and puts her hand on your shoulder.
“Just hear her out, you might be surprised at what she says.” smiling and nodding before heading out of the room with Dahyun.
Jihyo stands in the room, looking at the ground before she grabs one of the uncomfortable foldable chairs from the walls of the room and scoots it closer to you.
You try to keep a straight face in her presence but can’t help but shed a few tears as this human who knowingly hurt you sits in front of you, elbows on her knees and hands together as she tries to plead her case.
“I’m sorry, Y/n…I know that this is a lot and has been since everything came out but I think I need to tell you what happened the night that rock flew through your window.” she makes eye contact with you, showing a serious demeanor as she shifts back into her seat trying to find some sense of comfort in the discomfort of this situation.
“Nayeon was…violently upset when we ran into you and Mina at the cafe. She was punching the dashboard of my car the entire way to your apartment…she still had your location. I didn’t like that she did that but honestly…” Jihyo’s voice cracked, eyes reflecting something you had never seen in her before back to you as she forced herself to make eye contact through the discomfort that sat on her chest.
“…I have always kind of…been scared of her, you know? Like she has this intensity that’s just really hard to say no too and when she was raging about seeing you and Mina together…I just didn’t know what to do so I listened to what she said. We went to your apartment and we watched you and Mina walk in together…Nayeon got…quiet and told me to leave so I did.”
Fear, her eyes were reflecting fear.
Jihyo is visibly shaken and remorseful through reliving the events as she spoke them to you, rubbing her hands up and down her face aggressively to smear the intensity of the conversation off.
“We went back to the apartment you both lived in together…I tried to calm her down by massaging her shoulders but she…got angry when I called her “baby”...she told me I would never be you and then she pushed me to the floor…a-a-ggressively.” Shuttering through the dread that was weighing her down.
“After that…Nayeon just got up and left.” Choking on her words as the spilt from her lips.
Jihyo was practically sobbing while sharing the trauma she had endured that you were unaware of. Knowing full and well that Nayeon was an abuser to you, the only moment you really thought she could be a monster to Jihyo as at the cafe…when Jihyo was crying behind her as she tried to seduce you again…in front of her.
She had been affected by this situation just as much as you had. Her eyes hold similar pain that yours did when you and Nayeon first split. It was hard to see, even on someone you were upset with.
“When she came home…things happened…and the cops showed up. She fake cried and told them that I made her go with her, that I was violent and controlling of her. She said that I was the one who had the idea…I tried to tell them it wasn’t me, but they didn’t listen because she was hysterically bawling her eyes out and acting like I had threatened her. They took me to jail after that…she called me after I got bailed out and told me that she was breaking up with me because she was going to exterminate the problem…so she could be with you.” completely serious in her tone, even through the trembling of her voice.
“So you called the police?” still raspy in the way you asked, the puzzle pieces have finally found their place.
“Yes. I called the police and Momo to tell them what was going on…I tried to call you and Mina but neither of you answered…Y/n, I’m so sorry. I really am. I truly loved the friendship we had and I don’t know if we can ever get back to that but I'm very willing to try to fix this…that time we spent at the park, everything I said, I meant. I never wanted to hurt you in this. I just felt so stuck.” sobbing as she makes her apology, genuinely distraught about all of this.
“Hyo…I need to know how this actually started. How did you and her end up…together?” a small ache in your chest reminds you of the confrontation in the elevator. The anger and hatred you felt then was still present to some degree.
“The drunk one night stand part was true…but it was before she met you.” her eyes down at the ground, a semblance of a smile lingers on her face at the nickname you called her.
“She told me when you met and said that she had no intention of it being serious with you. We went on tour and Nayeon couldn’t put her phone down, always texting you and calling you on Facetime… I knew that it was something serious then but when we got back and had that party, it was just different.” making eye contact with you again, voice quivering while she’s holding back even more tears.
“That’s why I called you that night…because I thought you were who she wanted and not me. I just wanted her to be happy. But when we were out of town…she would purposefully ask to be roomed with me. We would get drunk, it would happen again and we would just pretend like it didn’t.”
“My feelings got involved pretty early on and I told her but she was insistent on being with you and I respected that. She would tell me that you broke up and then when we got back, she would say you were together again.”
“Jihyo, this is the first and only time we ever broke up…” whispered to her in the smallest breath, hoping she wouldn’t hear you or at least wishing you didn’t have to tell her the whole truth.
It was hard to see her like this, baring her soul for you to see, dripping in guilt and anger.
“I know that now. I know that she was using me for when you weren’t around. But you can see why I had a hard time getting away from her…and she wasn’t ever as violent as she was the night that we saw you at the cafe…I think that’s when it truly clicked for me that she was dangerous.” Jihyo’s breathing is picking up, she’s on the verge of a panic attack when you see the blood under her nails and knuckles that were bruised.
“Jihyo…what happened to your hands?” whispered in fear of the answer.
“I came to the banquet…when I heard that first shot and saw everyone rushing out of the building, I saw Momo trying to get the members out a side door. We saw each other and I pointed to the room. She ran over and we went in together.” her voice is trembling as she tells you more of what happened.
“When I saw you passed out in Mina’s arms…and what Nayeon did to Mina, I got so angry.” She’s in hysterics now, trying to steady her own breathing and self regulate so she can tell you the information you were owed.
“I tried so hard to get her to stop…and put the gun down…I don’t even know where she got that fucking gun. I punched her to try and get her to stop but she just kept going…I got the gun from her, and was trying to fight her off but she tackled me to the floor. She got on top of me and choked me…I couldn’t get her off me, Y/n.”
Jihyo is now sobbing, trembling and looking very nauseous. Completely drowning in herself when she finally releases the memory that is burnt in her brain for the rest of her life.
“Y/n…I shot her.”
“What?”
“I…shot Nayeon…”
“…Jihyo, you shot Nayeon?”
“It was the only way I could stop her…she would’ve killed me if I didn’t…I feel so guilty. I feel so fucking guilty.”
Jihyo’s face falls into her hands, violently sobbing at the fact that she killed someone she loved, even if that love wasn’t returned.
The sting of this information was something incomprehensible, a grief blending inside your torso, the gut wrenching twist of your stomach, ruining the home where the butterflies once lived and flourished for Im Nayeon.
Your ex-girlfriend of three years.
The girl you thought you’d spend the rest of your life with.
She’s just…gone.
Even with everything that happened between you and Nayeon, you are having a hard time wrapping your thoughts around her being dead. Barely only finding out about how crazy she actually was, the version of her that was sweet and loving still saturates the predatory acts and violent tendencies she exposed to everyone in the end.
Shifting up in your seat weakly, you rotate your legs off the side of the bed. Bare toes touching the cool ground as you try to stand up. Feeling every single bruise and wound left in the altercation. Jihyo stands with you, putting her arms out so she can help you balance yourself.
Without hesitation, you pull her in for the hug you both needed. Crying in each others arms as you both try to process the death of your abuser.
“I’m so sorry Y/n. I’m so fucking sorry.” wept into your shoulder.
“I am too, Jihyo. I am too.” sniffling while you release all irritation you had with Jihyo. She was a victim of Nayeon, just like you. Maybe there was hope for that trust had, to be built again.
Maybe.
“Y/n? Can we come in?”
Both of you turn to look at her, when the entirety of Twice minus Nayeon and Mina walk in with sorrow in their eyes and more flowers in their hands. Worry being on the forefront of their minds. We are all grieving this loss, we are all fearful of the future.
“Jihyo…”
“Yes, Y/n?”
“Thank you.”
Momo is smiling behind the crowd, holding Dahyun’s hand and watching as the girls come in and sit scattered around the room. Jihyo still in the chair near the bed you crawled back in, Sana sitting at the end of that bed across from her, Chae in the big comfortable chair by the window, Jeongyeon is standing and looking a little anxious and Tzuyu pulls up a seat next to Jihyo.
“How long was I asleep?” not knowing what day it is, or what time it was. The sun seems to be either rising or setting and you can’t tell which.
“About 12 hours.” Momo chimes in from the doorway, checking her phone to see the time. She’s got a weird air about her, something is off.
“Momo, what’s wrong?” knowing she’d normally be as close to you as possible in this situation.
“I’m waiting for a phone call.” anxiously blurted across the room.
Everyone is silent with their heads down, whatever this was putting Momo on edge was eating at everyone in the room.
“The police don’t speak Japanese here…so I had to call Mina’s parents…” another piece of your heart breaks off for every syllable of the sentence.
Her parents…her brother…
Dread sinks your heart down to your stomach, weighing like cement in your gut. Skin prickling into a million stipples, remembering the last moment you saw Mina.
Tears rolling down her cheeks.
Blood spilling from her chest.
Then darkness.
Unable to help yourself, you start sobbing uncontrollably.
This was all so overwhelming, trying to process everything that had happened. Nayeon with the gun pointed at you, the person you were with for so long had not only threatened your life, but wounded you beyond what you thought possible.
Weeping as you think about what she had put Mina through. Mina just wanted to be there for you and you found some safety, Nayeon tried to take that away and might’ve been successful…
The doctor walks into the room, looks around and sees all these people around you crying with you and his eyes widen, intimidated by the 8 people who peered up at him as he entered.
“Uh…I can come back later…if you’d prefer.” raising the clipboard by the side of his head, pointing it back towards the door nervously.
“No no, it’s okay. You can come in.” waving him into the room so he can say what he needs to.
“Is it okay if I talk about your medical diagnosis in front of…uhm…” gesturing to the girls scattered around the room.
“Yes, that’s completely fine.” assuring him that he could continue.
“Okay, Ms. Y/n…so we are looking at a concussion, you’ve got 16 stiches on your scalp, 3 broken ribs, and a few lacerations and bruises. I suspect you’ll be sore for a while but you should make a full recovery. You should thank whoever kept the pressure on the back of you head…you had an artery grazed in the…incident and that pressure saved your life.“ The Doctor hesitates as he reads off the clipboard, it looks like he’s wondering if that was the right thing to say.
“I’ve written a few prescriptions for the pain and swelling, but you should be good to be released within the next few hours. Do you have any questions for me?” clicking his pen and putting his clipboard down by his side.
That’s a lot of information to digest.
“I do but I don’t think you’ll be able to tell me…” softly stated back to him.
“I take it it’s about your friend? The one you came in with?”
Nodding your head as the tears fall again, you’re too worried about Mina to not try to get some information out of him.
“I can’t really tell you anything specific without permission, I would need permission from the emergency contact to do so.” the Doctor sighs,
“You have my permission.” Momo raises her hand from across the room, nodding to him, respectfully.
The Doctor nods his head back, his body language shifts into something less pleasant.
“Ms. Mina is out of surgery and the surgeon over seeing her said that it went very well.” He moves his weight to the other leg, crossing his arms and looking at the floor.
“She lost a lot of blood…even with a blood transfusion she wasn’t very stable, we revived her a few times on the table.”
Everyone is frozen at this news, breath held and the whirring and beeping of the machines around you is the only thing keeping all of you present.
“She had a punctured lung from the bullet wound in her chest. We did manage to remove the bullet and patch her up just fine, but with her being unstable…we had to put her in a medically induced coma.”
Everyone gasps in unison, the worry behind everyone’s eyes reflects the deep love of a friend and loved one, who is now in a state of deep sleep for an unknown amount of time.
Jihyo takes over now, directing the conversation and asking what we all wanted to know.
“When will she wake up?”
“Well, that depends…we have her on a 24 hour watch to make sure she can stabilize on her own. She’s on a ventilator to insure proper oxygen intake. Once she stabilizes, we can wake her.”
The Doctor looks around the room and sees many sets of distraught eyes looking back at him.
“I know this is a lot of information, but rest assured we are doing everything we can. I’ll give you some space, but Miss Y/n, I’ll have the nurse bring in your release paperwork soon.” He turns out of the room, swiftly walking to where his next patient was.
It’s silent, everyone can’t seem to wrap their heads around what is happening, yourself included. Everything that happened to Mina would’ve never taken place if you hadn’t hung out with her. If Nayeon hadn’t seen you together she would be okay…
Sobbing quietly to yourself, the girls look at you with saddened eyes, Momo knowing exactly what’s going through your head. Walking up to you and sitting down, she wraps an arm around you, letting you cry openly on her shoulder.
Everyone follows suite, walking up and wrapping their arms around everyone to create a group hug that all of you desperately needed.
“Please, let me have some space.” quietly said into Momo’s neck.
“What do you mean, Y/n? We are all here for you.” confusion in her words, cocking her brow at you to try and understand what you meant.
“This is all my fault.” whispered through the cascade of bitter hatred for yourself that spilled from your eyes.
“No, it isn’t your fault Y/n! This is Nayeon’s fault.” Sana insists, mad that you would even think that you had anything to do with the outcome of this.
Believing that was something you would never do.
“Y/n, it’s so obvious that you care about Mina…You would never intentionally put her in harms way.” Jihyo rubs your shoulder trying to ease you of the mind set that was turning your brain into a web of connections that was weaved in hatred for yourself and Nayeon.
“If you and Nayeon had never seen us at this cafe, it would’ve never happened…I should’ve just ordered in that night. I’m so sorry. I’m so fucking sorry.” choking on your tears, coughing, and wincing at the searing pain that erupted from the contractions of your muscles around your broken ribs.
The feeling accumulated from everything that happened poured out of you like steaming lava, burning and aching your chest as the rage of another thing you care about possibly being ripped out from underneath you catches fire under your heart.
Momo is holding you against her, rocking you and trying to comfort you as Dahyun ushers the other girls out into the hallway to let you have this moment.
“Hey, hey. Look at me…” Trying to catch your eyes as they drift to the floor.
“…I said look at me, Y/nnie!” Momo grabs your faces and forces you to look at her, tears heavily coating your cheeks as your eyes blur at the pressure you’re putting on yourself to hold yourself accountable for nothing done wrong.
“You didn’t do anything. Nothing. Not a single thing to deserve any of this. None of this is your fault. Not even close.” pulling you back in immediately for another hug that sucks the life out of you.
Mourning the memory of a Nayeon that never existed and mourning what Mina is going through just from being too close to you…It was too much for you to handle in the state you were in. Physical and emotional wounds compounding into a broken person being held up by those around you.
Just as you’re about to speak, Momo’s phone rings. She let’s go of your hug in a panic to look to see who it is.
“Shit, I have to take this. I’ll be right back.” jumping up off the bed to step out of the room, her eyes brimming with tears as she answers and steps away.
Alone with your thoughts, you think back to how safe Mina made you feel and how unsafe she was when she was with you. How could you have allowed this to happen? Why weren’t you shot instead of her?
A nurse walks in while you’re lost in these thoughts.
“Alright Ms. Y/n, will you please sign these release papers? I’ve brought your medications in this bag so you should be all good to go home. The doctor suggests plenty of rest until your ribs heal in 2-6 weeks.” cheerfully beaming at you like you hadn’t just been through the most traumatic event of your life.
How could someone be so…sunshine at a time like this?
Signing the documents she brought you quickly, she points to a bag that hung off the side of one of the folding chairs.
“Your friend, Ms. Minatozaki, brought you a change of clothes…what you wore to the event is considered evidence now…You are free to change and go home.” The nurse triple checks your paperwork and walks out of the room, closing the door behind her, leaving you to get changed.
Standing up, wobbling as you gain your balance and wincing at your weight of your own body. Gripping the chair that Jihyo left next to your bed, you grab the bag and tug out the clothes that she brought for you.
Knowing that Momo was the only one with a spare key to your apartment, you knew that Sana would have gone and done exactly what she said to do. Your favorite pair of sweatpants and a hoodie that looked unfamiliar…it’s not one you recall.
Picking it up, you pull the arms to the side and take a good look at the sweater.
“A catholic school in Japan?” confused at the lettering on the sweater, you lay it on the chair and slip on the pair of sweats.
Reaching down slowly to grab the hoodie, you lift your arms up - trying not to cause further damage to yourself and cautiously let it glide down into you.
As the fabric passes over your face, you take in the smell and instantly know who it belongs to.
Mina.
Lifting the neck of the sweater, you take a long inhale of her scent and a calm washes over you that you had become accustom to.
“I wish you were awake.” softly spoken to yourself, wiping a tear from your cheeks with the sleeve.
Momo comes through the door again, her eyes wide when she sees the sweater.
“That must have been Sana’s doing…” a small chuckle as she sees you’re dressed.
“Are you ready to go home?”
“I’m not going home.” pushing past her to get to the hallway.
“Y/n, you need to rest.” concern lays thick in the words as she cocks her head at you, seemingly frustrated at your lack of cooperation.
“She didn’t leave me…I’m not leaving her.” taking a slow step to not lose your footing.
Momo watches as you slug down the hallway to sit with the other girls who are patiently waiting for Mina to wake up. Sana smiles up at you when you sit next to her, instinctively putting her arm around you to support some of your weight.
“Thank you for this.” tugging on the front of Mina’s hoodie, trying to smile up at her but you end up biting your lip to hold in the tears.
“Sana…”
“Yeah, Y/nnie?”
“I’m scared.” the breathed statement is so quiet that’s it’s a miracle she heard it.
Leaning in to hug you, she tightens as much as she can without hurting you. Both of you have tears dripping down you face - sharing the moment of fear with each other and some how strengthening the bond that was already in place.
—
Days pass like it’s nothing. Sitting still in that same hospital chair while the world goes on around you. No sleeping, no eating…simply waiting for the doctors to say anything about Mina and her state.
Food is offered to you at every meal, you decline it. The nausea of the unknown clouds your stomach and the idea of any flavor makes you sick. You can only focus on Mina.
Momo walks up and sits down next to you, she rubs your back and you snap out of the dissociative state you sat in for days on end. The trance breaking leaves you realizing how much time had gone by and how much you had been neglecting yourself.
“Hey, come with me?” offering her hand to you and leading you to the room where Mina was.
Two older people, seemingly her parents are sitting in the room across from the bed where Mina sleeps, with tears streaming down their faces.
The man looks up at you, standing and then bowing to you - you return the bow as best as you can, before he starts saying something in Japanese to Momo and then looking at you.
“He wants you to know that he’s seen you sitting outside…he wants you to sit in with him and Mrs. Myoui from now on.” Dr. Myoui says something else to Momo and she translates the same.
“He knows about you and Nayeon, he is really sorry that this happened to you and wants you to know that he doesn’t blame you. “ Momo’s voice cracks as he begins speaking again, he seems to get teary eyed as he continues on, sniffling and clearing his throat as he tries to stay strong.
“He says that Mina had spoken about you…and that she really cares for you. Judging the state you are in, injuries and all, it seems that you really care about her too…and he wants you to be here with them because it’s what she would’ve wanted.”
Stepping up to Dr. Myoui, your jaw quivers trying to hold the tears inside but you can’t help it. He leans in and hugs you gently, all you can do is weep in his arms.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m so so-sorry!”
Momo translates it and he offers reassurance that Momo translates for you.
“Please go home and eat, get some sleep and when you come back we will be waiting for you here, okay? If anything happens, I’ll call you.” Half translated and half just an instruction from Momo.
“Thank you.” Releasing from the hug, Mina’s mom stands to offer you a hug, you accept the warm gesture happily.
Mrs. Myoui holds you tightly before pulling back from the hug and rubbing your upper arms.
Catching your eye contact before your head could fall to the floor, she wipes the tears off your cheeks- even with her own falling. A wordless exchange of affection that was a sign of acceptance and care, even her parents were amazing. You can see where she gets it from.
Momo puts her hand on your back, guiding you out of the room.
“Can we go to you and Dahyun’s house instead? I really don’t want to go to that apartment right now…” looking down at the ground while you walk as fast as your body would allow.
“Of course.” patting your back lightly and leading you to the exit from the hospital.
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When you get to the house, the dogs scramble to greet you. Boo and Dobby come toppling over each other to get their love and affection. Momo goes into the kitchen and you go to the guest bathroom to take a shower.
Being anywhere but at the hospital leaves you feeling guilty, unable to cope with the idea of Mina waking up before you could get back. It makes you nauseous.
The one who accentuated your sense of self after all the trauma Nayeon left behind…she meant so much to you in such a short amount of time - how could you feel anything but shame and guilt?
Showering in your condition was difficult. Physically, mentally, emotionally…it was almost unbearable. Watching as the water as it revives the dried blood from your scalp and carrying down the drain, you relive the silent scene of Mina getting shot by Nayeon over and over again.
Standing in the hot shower and letting the water rinse you, you can’t imagine what would happen if you closed your eyes. What horrific scenes would play on your eyelids while you tried to rest? That and the anticipation of new about Mina kept you from resting in anyway, not even able to relax your body and unclench your back.
Stepping out of the shower now feeling better as you were clean, putting on a pair of jeans and Mina’s hoodie after toweling off, you are consumed with guilt and riddled with shame at the fact that you were here with Momo and Dahyun…and Mina was still in that same bed sleeping against her will just to fight to stay alive.
Walking out into the kitchen, you see that Momo had made you a plate of your favorite food. Her and Dahyun sit at the table and wait for you to come sit with them.
Eating in silence, there’s nothing really to say. All of you are worried about Mina…though they are also worried about you.
You haven’t eaten in days and you were just playing with your food, rolling the array of delicacies around and barely tasting any of it.
“Y/n…I know there is a lot going on right now, but you need to eat something so you can heal properly and fuel yourself.” Dahyun breaks the silence with a slice of care, unintentionally adding to the remorse.
“We care about you and so does Mina…she would want you to eat…”
Jaw tensing, you zone out at the sound of her name, triggering the events to play back through your mind like a film reel that would never stop spinning. Looping over it’s self in complete silence.
“Y/n?” nudging your shoulder, Momo sees your eyes focus back on her.
“It should have been me…” softly before standing up and walking right out the front door, leaving your phone and everything you were truly feeling on the table.
Hearing Momo and Dahyun yelling your name, you just keep walking down the street towards the hospital.
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Overcast skies drear over your head as you walk towards downtown towards the hospital. There wasn’t much movement on the streets even in the evening.
Unaware of how time is passing, one foot in front of the other takes you far. Without your phone you had no clue what time it was or if anyone was trying to get ahold of you. Regret pangs your stomach when you realize that Mina might have woken up in this time…you should’ve brought your phone with you, but it’s too late to turn back now.
It had to be early afternoon, assumptions made from the light that seeped through the fluffed up grays that block the suns view - the outside grey matching the grey that was alive in your chest, molting into a virus that would infect the rest of you as time goes on - until your own ray of sunshine woke up.
Thoughts of Mina cloud your every waking moment, reminiscing about the last few days spent together and how she made you feel. The stark contrast between what she is and what Nayeon turned out to be made your shattered heart sting as the pieces dug into your chest, piercing your flesh in the sharpest way.
Tears brim in your eyes, threatening to spill over as you cross the street. A car comes out of no where, pulling up to you. The back window rolls down and a familiar voice shouts at you.
“Y/n!”
Turning around, you see Chaeyoung hanging out of the back of the car waving you down.
“Are you going to the hospital?”
Nodding your head gently, the energy that you would normally bring was long sucked out by this traumatic event and there was no will to make anymore.
Chae pops the door open from the inside and slides over to the other seat, waving you into the car.
Hopping in to the back, the driver continues on his path.
The silence is calming, even if it does spark the cyclical thoughts - the agonizing overlay that led you to having to go to the hospital to begin with. You can feel Chaeyoung looking at you as your eyes unfocused.
“It’s not your fault.” Cracking through the walls of the theater playing the film of the banquet in your mind, Chae scoots into the middle seat, wrapping her arm around you and trying to comfort you.
“She would be so pissed if she knew that you were blaming yourself for this, you know?” Eyebrows cocked at you.
She’s right.
“She’s a fighter, Y/n. Mina will be awake soon, she’s not going anywhere.” Hugging you tightly for reassurance.
“Thank you.” meekly spoken to her as she rubs your back.
“I think I’d like to walk the rest of the way, it helps me clear my head. It’s only a few blocks, right?” the misery in your eyes is alarming to her, the look on her face says it all.
“It is, I’ll see you there…right?” A warm smile following, making sure you were agreeing. It was very apparent that everyone was worried about you.
The car comes to a halt, opening the car door, you make your promise to Chaeyoung.
“I’ll see you in a little while.” Sliding out of the car carefully, not to agitate your bruising further.
Just as you’re about to close the door, you hear Chae call you by name.
“Y/n?”
Cocking your head up, you see her eyes blur.
“Please be safe…she’s going to want you when she wakes up.”
Biting the inside of your lip, tears welling up as you close the door to the car and it drives off in the direction of the hospital.
Blinking a few times, you see your liquid grief blends into the rain that was starting to fall. The heavy drops couldn’t compare to the destress that weighed down your skin.
Almost as if you’re walking in slow motion, you trudge through the sky’s sporadic droplets and make your way down the road. Taking the time to really try and process what had happened to you over the past few months.
Revisiting the memories of what had happened was like swallowing a branding iron. Nayeon not being anywhere near who she said she was, ruining everything you had built with her. Jihyo playing a part in it but being a victim in Nayeon’s wrath.
And Mina…the innocent bystander that just wanted to make you feel safe and cared for.
How could you ever forgive yourself for what happened with her? It was a miracle no one was blaming you when the gun was pointed at you…maybe if you would’ve heard Nayeon out at the apartment the evening before then none of this would’ve happened…
The sky opens up, releasing a torrential downpour onto you and your thoughts, weighing your clothes down but it was hard to notice considering the heft of the emotions you were carrying.
The constant silent replay of the bullet that put Mina where she is and Nayeon with the smoking gun before it all just fades to black…
A loud clap of thunder snaps you out of your own mind, you can see the hospital from where you are. Focusing on the doors, you take your slow steps towards the building, eager to be in the room where Mina sleeps so when she wakes up, she knows that you’re there for her, like she was for you.
—
The doors slide open, revealing the fluorescent lights that you had woken up under a few days prior. Dripping rainwater onto the tile, the soft thwaps give you something to focus on while you make your way to the elevator.
The external sounds help to drown out the misery and anxiety that saturates your soul. The digging of the elevator, the click of the button, the tapping of the rain on the windows around you, the sliding of the doors and the people around you creating the white noise that scream over your thoughts as you try to keep yourself from violently shaking.
Everyone is here, Momo and Dahyun must’ve drove here knowing this is where you’d end up. Chae arrived safely and Jihyo, Jeongyeon, Tzuyu and Sana were already present.
Walking to the group, you notice Mina’s parents are out of the room and everyone is sobbing…
Running up to them and wincing at every step, the panic overrides the pain of your injuries.
“What happened? Is Mina okay?” choking on your words.
No one answers.
Your heart sinks, anxiety coursing through your veins brings a need to get inside that room. Mina’s father puts his hand on your shoulder, trying to comfort you words that are out of your realm of understanding as the girls try to compose themselves so they can explain.
Reaching for the door immediately, you try to push it open to find it locked.
Having no patience in this moment, you slam your hands on the door - shaking the it inside the frame and trying to get whoever was in the room to let you in.
“One moment, please!” an unfamiliar male voice chimes through the door seemingly frustrated.
“I don’t have a moment! Open the fucking door!” the panic in your voice is so eminent that everyone around you freezes and looks over at you. It’s the first time they’ve seen you this way, aside from the banquet but even then, your anxiety did not show itself this way.
“Y/n…let them do their job.” whispered by Momo, grabbing your shoulder and pulling you away from the room, putting space between you and the answers you craved.
“But…Mina, I-”
The door opens and the unfamiliar voice reveals himself to be the doctor. He steps to the side of the frame and goes to speak with Momo so she can translate for Mina’s parents, everyone else just looks at you and waits to see what you do.
You face the door and take a deep breath.
The unknown of behind the frame scares you, terrified of what was going to be on the other side of it. The gloom sits on your chest as you attempt to take another deep breath, eyes stinging as they try to create more tears but you had cried so much already that you seemingly had run out of them.
Taking a step into the room, you can’t bring yourself to look at the hospital bed. The machines are beeping so that’s a good sign but you’re so worried about what you were going to see that you needed to do this in steps.
Step 1: Walk in the room.
Step 2: take a deep breath.
Step 3: Turn to look at Mi-
“Y/n?” the smallest, most angelic hoarse whisper cuts through your list of what to do next, pushing you into the 3rd step before you could say it to yourself in your head.
“Mina?!” whipping around to the bed, you see Mina awake, looking exhausted and smiling at you with tears falling from her beautiful eyes, streaming down her perfectly porcelain cheeks.
“Mina!” forget the injuries, forget then soaked sweater, forget everything. Nothing else matters but this human in front of you who was finally awake.
Running to the right side of her bed, you shed her sweater and crawl on top of the sheets to lay next to her. Burying your face into her neck, wrapping your arms gently around her and sobbing into her.
“I th-th-thought I l-lost y-you. I’m so s-s-sorry for everything.” sniffling and trying to compose yourself so you can talk to her, holding her face as you wipe the tears off it.
“I sh-should’ve never p-put you in that s-situation, you deserve s-so m-much more than this, I’m so fucking sorry.” falling apart completely in her arms as you held each other.
“I thought I lost you too, Y/n. I’m so happy to see you.” pulling you in closer to her, you can feel the reverberation of her weeping through her body as you just take the moment to hold each other.
“None of this is your fault! You couldn’t have known that Nayeon was going to go off the rails like that. Do not blame yourself for anything that happened…it wasn’t you, it was her. Okay?” kissing the palm of your hand gently as she cradled you.
“Sit up for me.” Mina coos.
You comply immediately, keeping a hand on her while fixing yourself to the upright position.
Mina cups your face, turning it to the side to see your healing bruises, her lower jaw quivers as she attempts to hold back more tears, trying to get an idea of how bad your wounds were. Tilting your head down to see the stitches on your scalp - she loses the will to keep it together.
Mina is in full hysteria, sobbing as she runs her thumb over your bruised cheeks. You wipe the tears from hers again, grabbing her forearms and gripping them lightly as you go to reassure her that you’re fine.
“Wh-what else?” her raspy voice choking out, sighing and trying to regulate but interrupting you before you can get the sentence out.
“3 broken ribs, 16 stitches on my scalp and a few bruises to my face and stomach. The doctor told me that had you not held the back of my head, I would have died…So thank you for saving my life, Mina…what did they say…about you?” fearing the worst as to what could be…what Nayeon inflicted on her after you fainted.
“Punctured lung and a few cracked ribs. They told me to take it easy for the next few months and that I might get winded easily until my lungs heal. I can’t lift this arm until the muscles heal either but…I would do it again.” sniffling as she calms, realizing you both are okay, she removes her hand from your face and holds a few of your fingers instead.
“You would do it again?” confused in what she meant.
“Y/n, I have admired you from a distance for so long. I watched her take the light from your eyes and I was blessed to see it return. I would take that bullet a million times over if it meant keeping you safe and keeping the glow you have alive.” reaching up to cup your face again, pulling you towards her and placing her lips on yours gently.
Solar systems collide with the energy exchange that was this moment, your lips meeting after all the worry you both experienced for each other. It’s like all the trauma that you both endured melted off your bones, dripping into pure lilac care and comfort for one another, allowing both of you to forget about everything you endured together, even if it’s just for a moment.
Her heart monitor beeps uncontrollably as her heart races, prompting everyone to run in anxiously when they hear the sound of the chirps from the machine.
Separating for only a moment, you both look over at everyone and share a giggle together. Everyone is smiling at you, just happy to see the light between the two of you again.
“Sorry for the scare, everyone…” Mina’s face beams red in the embarrassment from making everyone worry, but that doesn’t stop her from doing what she wanted.
Pulling you back to her, she kisses you in front of Twice and her parents. It was soft and sweet and it contained every comfort you craved in the last few days of living in the unknown, even if the action did surprise you.
It was a welcomed and lovely surprise.
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After a few hours of talking and sitting together, the Twice members leave to change and get some rest but not before Momo can give you your phone. Wanting Mina to spend some time with her parents, you try to stand and go with Momo to give her some space, but Mina wouldn’t let go of your hand.
“Please stay. I want you next to me.” gripping you tighter and tugging you back to her.
Climbing back onto the bed, you lay with her while she speaks to her family. Unable to join the conversation because of the language barrier, you simply lay next to her and keep her hand in yours.
The sound of her voice brings is a calm to you that you feel like you’ve been missing for years. Body relaxing next to hers, you face her on your side and slowly drift into a peaceful sleep you hadn’t known for days.
—
A buzzing wakes you, jolting you out of your sleep and immediately causing a disgruntle energy to settle in your body. Reaching over to the table next to Mina’s hospital bed, you admire her calmness for a moment, sleeping so peacefully, and your heart soars.
Realizing it was just you and Mina in the room, her parents must’ve gone back to their hotel to get some rest, you grab the phone and look to see an unfamiliar number on the screen.
Swiping to answer, you groggily say your greeting to be met by something unexpected.
“Hello?”
“Good Morning, This is the sheriff’s office and we are looking for Y/n L/n.” the thick southern accent familiar in the way it speaks, this must be the officer from the other day.
“This is she.”
“Well, Ms. L/n, I wish we were calling for better circumstances but unfortunately, that is not the case. Your apartment was broken into and torn apart. Are you currently available to come down and see if anything is missing?”
“What?!” your voice wakes Mina up, she quickly realizes that something is wrong and she’s sitting up next to you.
Putting the phone on speaker, you wait to hear what the officer has to say.
“It looks like they broke in through the window in the kitchen, it also looks like every room has been trashed…I suggest you get down here as soon as you can.” the officer is not aware of the events that had happened just a few days prior.
“I’m currently in the hospital waiting for my girlfriend to be discharged.” Mina perks up at the statement, turning red and blushing.
“We both were in a bit of a targeted situation and are a bit beat up. How long will you be down there?” inquired so you can cooperate in the situation.
“Targeted situation? Does this have to do with that rock with the note from before?” the officer seems to be concerned, realizing that this is way bigger than he realized.
“Yes. Im Nayeon tried to kill us at a friends banquet a few days ago. She was shot…and is…uhm…” realizing that Mina didn’t know about what happened with Nayeon yet.
“Well, she’s dead, sir.”
“What?” Mina gasps at this information, tears welling up as the processes what you’ve just said.
“I’m going to pull the reports for this incident, give me one moment.” the officer says, hearing typing on the other end of the line.
“It looks like she’s very much alive. There are reports that she was taken to the hospital across town and was in police custody but she escaped two days ago and her whereabouts are unknown.” the words ricocheted off your skull and down into your chest.
“What did you just say?” looking over at Mina, who is wide eyed and shivering as she tries to cope with how overwhelming this situation is.
“You should probably get here, Ms. Y/n. We will wait for you.” as he hung up the phone.
Looking over at Mina, you are both in shock.
“I saw Jihyo shoot Nayeon before I passed out…I remember that…but…why did she want to hurt us? Why did she hurt me? ” Mina’s eyes shift back and forth as she recalls what happened that night, the trauma settling in her brain from the betrayal of someone who once was her sister.
“We thought she was…gone. We all thought that she was…” cut off by the hinges of the door squeaking.
Watching as the door to the room opens and the nurse who did your discharge paperwork steps in with a clipboard for Mina.
“I’ll let you do the paperwork, I’m going to step outside and call Momo to let her know what’s going on.” Standing up with a sense of urgency and rushing past the nurse.
“Please hurry back.” Mina chimes as the nurse fills her in on care she would need.
The phone chirps back to you as you wait for Momo to answer. It’s early so you know you’re waking her and Dahyun up but this was an emergency.
“Hello? Y/n? Is everything okay?” Dahyun answers Momo’s phone, worried about you and Mina.
“No. Nayeon’s alive and not in police custody. I think she broke into my apartment and trashed it but Mina is signing her paperwork for discharge now and we are going to head over there.” Giving her the information that was given to you.
“What?! I’ll wake Momo, we can meet you there.” Already hearing Momo grumbling in the background.
“Let me take care of the apartment stuff. We will get a hotel somewhere and call you from there to meet us. I fear we won’t be safe until she’s caught.” Voice shaky as the fear penetrates you.
“Okay, just call us when you can.”
“I will call you soon, I promise.”
Hanging up the phone and spinning around to see Mina standing and struggling to change her clothes, not being able to lift her arm was hindering her mobility.
It breaks your heart into tiny pieces, watching her try to do something so basic by herself but hindered by the wound Nayeon inflicted.
Walking back in, you shut the door behind you and help her get dressed. Being her arm for her, slipping her pants on and finagling her sleeves of her sweater so she can slip the arm that she can’t lift through it and be somewhat comfortable.
“What aftercare did the nurse give you?” Grabbing the bag of her things and her hand before leading her out of the room to the door.
Both of you taking it slowly despite the mess at your apartment and the imminent threat of Nayeon, she could be anywhere. The most important things were safe, you and Mina. Everything else is replaceable.
“Just changing bandages and making sure it’s sterile. Stuff my Dad taught me, very easy.” reassuring you that she had it handled.
“Teach me how to do it once we get somewhere safe?” Offering to help care for her as she did for you when you needed her.
Protect her and care for her, that’s all you wanted.
“Of course, baby.” Leaning in to kiss your cheeks as you walk out of the hospital, just happy to be with each other again.
“To your apartment?” Looking up at you as you hail down a cab.
“To the apartment. Can you call your parents and make sure they’re somewhere safe? I don’t want anyone else hurt in this…” worrying about their safety, you can’t handle anymore hurt to loved ones especially after the kindness they showed you.
“I’ll call them on the way.” pulling her phone out of her pocket and scrolling through her contacts.
“Also, your girlfriend, huh?” Making eyes at you and smirking before looking back at her phone and clicking on her Mom’s contact ID.
“I- well I-…uhm.” Stammering and embarrassed, you hadn’t exactly asked her to be your girlfriend yet…
“I like the way that sounds, can I keep that title?” Winking at you, she lifts her phone to her ear to speak with her family about what comes next.
“Please do.” giving her the biggest smile you’ve shown in days.
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Arriving at the apartment, you see the crime scene tape and the sheriff outside. You and Mina thank the cab driver before getting out and walking up to the officer.
“Ms. Y/n! Thank you for coming so quickly, will you please walk through the apartment and let us know if anything is missing?” Ushering you inside with Mina, he seems to be in a hurry.
All the windows are broken, the couch has been sliced up with a knife, the TV is shattered and the game consoles you had purchased were in pieces in the living room floor. Sighing at the sight of this, you knew it would only get worse further into the house.
The kitchen was covered in shattered dining ware, all your new plates and cups in ruins on the floor. The sink missing chunks of the tub of it and the water spraying everywhere, creating puddles on the floor.
Thinking back to when Mina cleaned the floor after the window shattered and bandaged up your foot on the island that now was coated in broken ceramics…you were just starting to make happy memories here, why would someone ruin this?
Everything is broken tossed around like it was nothing…the only thing left untouched was the black mug that you had matching with her…
Gasping at each room you went into, you made your way to the bedroom to see what else she could’ve done. It’s astonishing to you that someone who was just beaten and shot could do this much damage to a property.
The bed is in shreds, just like the couch. Headboard broken and falling off the frame. Clothes everywhere, thrown around and in pieces just like the rest of your belongings.
Mina grips your hand tighter, refusing to let go of it as you realize that everything you owned was completely dismantled at what you assumed to be Nayeon’s hands and a very sharp knife.
“We can replace it all, I’m not worried about any of this.” Kicking around the fabrics of what were once your favorite shirts and shoes.
“Y/n?” Mina’s voice quivers as she points to the wall.
Heavy red spray paint spelling out, “Sorry she’s gone but you’re mine.”
“What the fuck…” a chill runs through your spine, you knew it was Nayeon the minute you walked in but this…this felt like such a threat, making you nauseous and fearful of how much farther she would take this.
“We need to get out of here.” Turning around to leave and pulling Mina with you, when you feel a vibration in your pocket.
Pulling your phone out, it’s an unknown number…
Waving over the officer to show him the phone, he hands you a device that clicks into the charging port of the phone, explaining that it would track her location via cell towers and then encourages you to answer the call on speaker.
“Hello?”
“Did you like my art on your walls, my love?” Giggling manically at herself, you sit in silence.
“What do you fucking want, Nayeon? Haven’t you done enough already?!” Seethed through clenched teeth as you watch the sheriff signal you to keep her talking.
“Awh baby, are you mad at me? Sorry about your little girlfriend…she was just collateral damage, a pawn in a bigger game. So is your apartment but don’t worry, you can still come home. I miss our showers together, don’t you?” somewhere between manic and seductive, her strange attempt to get you back to your old home was threatening and violent.
You’re unsure how far she’s going to take this and you don’t want to find out what the last resort is after what she’s already done.
“I told you I don’t want anything to do with you.” Trying to keep calm when in reality the storm brewing in your chest could’ve blown the roof off the apartment, ruining it further.
“Look…she’s dead. Gone. I shot her where it counted, so just come home where you belong. With me. Don’t you want to come home to me again, baby? I broke up with Jihyo…it’s over between us. It’s only you, my love. Only you and me.” trying to conceal her tears from you, but you can see and hear right through them.
This was always about control.
The cops puts his hand up, signaling that they had her location.
“You either show up here in the next few hours or else.” The grit in her voice scares you more than you’d ever admit out loud.
“Like what, Nayeon? What else could you possibly hurt me with?” snarky in your response, knowing that you had the upper hand and she wasn’t aware of that.
“Well…don’t forget I know where Momo and Dahyun live. You have 2 hours to get here. No cops. Just you. I love you.” The phone beeps, indicating she’s hung up on you.
Mina has a look of horror on her face, leaning in to hug you. Feeling her shake in fear sparks a rage in you that you cannot explain.
“Is she actually at the old apartment?” The officer nods his head yes.
“I’m going over there. Follow behind me and come inside 15 minutes after I do, do you want me to wear a wire?” to the sheriff, he nods his head again.
Mina is hasty in her protest, practically slamming her fist down on the counter as she spits her argument at you.
“Don’t you fucking dare put yourself in harm’s way again! I thought I lost you the first time and I don’t want to even imagine what losing you would feel like, please…just let them handle it.” Holding back her sobs, she’s distraught and almost inconsolable.
Hugging her as tightly as you can without sparking pain in both of you, you rub her back in reassurance and kiss the top of her head. Holding you so tightly, she refuses to let you go at all, keeping you in her arms, where she would argue you belong. To that you had no rebuttal.
“I’ll be safe, I promise. And you are safe because she thinks…” the words get caught in your throat.
“…she thinks she killed you…I can’t let her go after Momo and Dahyun, I won’t let her go after them.” kissing her forehead and then reminding her of the one key part of this plan of you going to your old home.
WE CHEERED!!!! My fav series has a new chapter!! Tytyty for this I loved every second of reading and I can’t wait to see what direction the story goes in hehehe will patiently be seated for the next one :)
Also bless for momo being such a sweetheart in this, I may or may not have teared up several times reading this chapter lmao
