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synopsis: you fuck mina back at the hotel after she’s made you jealous by flirting w her members onstage
author’s note: ~4 months late part 2… for @d3viant0n3 !! i had this almost finished so i hid my computer from my roomie and…. finished… it….. 😳 [not proof read oops]
contents: rough, dirty talk, kinda angry sex, just smut, sub mina, overstimulation, teasing, jealous reader
1k words
you practically throw mina onto the bed, watching as her eyes darken with lust at how rough you’re being with her. if making you jealous was how she’d get you like this in the first place, she would’ve done it a lot earlier…
she doesn’t have time to finish that thought as you pull both her sweatpants and underwear off in one swift motion. the whimper that escapes her lips doesn’t go unnoticed by you.
“you think,” you start slowly, spreading her legs wide, “that you can go back on your promise and just get away with it?”
mina shakes her head no, feeling a wave of wetness rush to her pussy at the way you look at her. there’s something dangerous in your gaze — a mix of jealousy and anger — that only adds to the growing dampness in between her legs.
“still so fucking wet,” you mutter as you slide your fingers against her dripping entrance, smirking a little at the way she leans into your touch. you lightly drag your finger against her clit, and she shivers involuntarily at the sensation. when you look up, she’s looking at you with hooded eyes, breathing uneven as she anticipates more.
you can see her hardened nipples poking through the fabric of her t-shirt — you had rushed her while she was changing out of her encore outfit, and in a hurry to your impatience, she had skipped putting on a bra.
you graze her clit again, causing mina’s hips lift on their own, a frustrated sound coming out of her at the way you tease her, touching her with a pressure that’s barely there.
“patience, baby,” you say in faux sympathy, one end of your lips tugging up when she audibly whines. “you’ll barely remember your own name by the time im done with you.”
with that promise, you thrust two fingers inside her. a pornographic moan falls from her lips as her back arches, pussy fluttering at how full she feels. your fingers slide in and out easily at how wet she is, allowing you to maintain a fast pace. with each thrust, your fingers hit the spongy part of her g-spot, the moans spilling from her lips spurring you to go faster and faster.
“feels good, doesn’t it?” you murmur. when mina tries to open her mouth to answer, you bring your other hand up to her clit, circling it in rhythm to your thrusts. she cries out at the added sensation, throwing her head back into the mattress.
the room fills with the obscene sound of skin slapping and moans falling from her lips. you don’t let down your pace, fucking her so hard that she has to fist the sheets for support. before long, it all becomes too much — the familiar tug in her lower abdomen snaps and her walls squeeze with a vice-like grip around your fingers. she lets out a stuttering gasp, and with a silent scream, her hips arch as she climaxes, body spasming.
she pants, desperately trying to catch her breath after cumming, but you don’t stop. you keep your fingers inside of her, continuing to fuck her past her orgasm.
“t-too sensitive,” mina whimpers, legs trying to close around your hand. her brows are furrowed from the sensitivity, thighs shaking as they try to close. you don’t bat an eye, instead spreading her legs even wider and driving them into the bed.
“you can take it all, baby, i know you can,” you purr, smiling when she obediently stops resisting. her legs still shake from the overstimulation, but she makes an effort to keep them open, letting you continue to pound into her.
“there you go, darling. you asked for this, remember?”
your forearms burn from the pace, but it doesn’t matter — you’re hellbent on making sure she never forgets the promise she made. the image of nayeon’s hands on her during encore flashes through your mind again and a renewed surge of jealousy spreads through you.
“did you like it?” you ask darkly, voice lower than before. “when nayeon was touching you like that? in front of everyone?”
you’re not sure mina’s even listening — she’s a mess of whimpers and moans, trying her best to keep her legs spread wide open for you.
“answer me,” you insist, just to see her struggle to answer. she lets out a barely cohesive answer — she can’t think properly when you’re pumping in and out of her like that, being the roughest you’ve ever been with her. her mind is fuzzy and white with pleasure and the only thing she can focus on is chasing her second high of the night.
you can tell she’s close by the way her moans grow higher in pitch, growing louder to the point you’re sure the people next door can hear.
“gonna cum again? cmon baby, let go for me,” you murmur, starting to curl your fingers into her.
she cries out and with a scream, she climaxes around your finger, body freezing for just a second before becoming a shuddering mess. she’s breathing heavily, panting for air and body limp.
it's only then that you remove your fingers from inside her, wiping your drenched fingers against her thigh. you just stare at her as she tries to catch her breath and regain her composure. she looks so pretty in this state, cheeks flushed red and legs still open, juices dripping and making a mess on the sheets.
omg i read your newest tzuyu x idol!r fic and fell in love with your writing. I was wondering if you could write a fluff idol!mina × fem idol!r fic where theyre dating, omg something fun like the fans who start shipping you two as a joke when they notice you guys are wearing a lot of the same clothing or like matching rings, but theyre lowkey just like its a coincidence right, they've rarely ever interacted. Until the fans of both groups are lowkey coming together and actually start speculating lol. I dont know if you know this ship but something like winyeon lol (winter from aespa and nayeon). anyway I hope you can just have fun with it and i hope you're having a good day 💓
|| i'll let you fill up the space all around me
idol!myoui mina x idolfem!reader ; fluff
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synopsis: both of your fandoms start working together when they keep seeing the same clothing and accessories being worn by you and mina...and that only means one thing in south korea.
tw: none!
a/n: this prompt was so much fun to write, esp when i had some winyeon posts pulled up to get inspo (and to my surprise, they have a LOT of matching things... 👀),, thank you for such a fun prompt anon and happy reading!! first mina fic w/o proofreading, and will not be the last
wc: 2.0k
being in a different group than your girlfriend is already hard; trying to find time for each other was even harder.
between comeback preparations, overseas schedules, music show recordings, variety appearances, brand shoots, dance practices that stretch long past midnight, studio recordings, and the exhaustion that settles into your bones, there are weeks when it feels as though the two of you exist in entirely separate worlds despite living in the same city.
your schedules are most likely always conflicting with each other, both of you are either too busy or tired on some days to even text or call.
days when your phone is full of unread messages because you've spent hours of your day filming, when she falls asleep halfway through a call because she was still jetlagged, or when neither of you have the energy to do anything more than send a single heart emoji before passing out.
but you do find ways around it, because when you love someone dearly, you’ll do all it takes to show it.
and that's how you find yourself with most of mina's clothes and things at your place (because she prefers your cozy apartment and that "everything smells like you.")
her clothes have made their home in your closet: shirts, sweaters, hoodies, jeans, sweatpants, to name a few.
even her switch gets left behind sometimes, with her bringing it on some nights where she knows you'll be home late and would pass time on her cute games.
you don't question on why you've been starting to lose some of your favorite oversized hoodies or sweatshirts, because you definitely know where they've been going.
—
the funny thing is that neither of you has done anything that should have started a dating rumor in the first place.
there has been no suspicious interactions caught by dispatch cameras (you both have been very cautious, though it's hard sometimes when mina would subtly tease you in front of your door before you hastily pull her in by the front of your her shirt).
there have been no lingering touches or stares during award shows or crowded stages that fans could possibly slow down in fancams and replay a hundred times over, searching for anything.
or rather, there is supposed to be no shipping between you both, because you've never interacted besides a few dance challenges together. it's impossible and just mere coincidences.
which is exactly why the first few fan posts have been so amusing. none of them related to direct contacts: hidden glances and secretive smiles, long interactions, or solid evidence with grainy photos and ground-breaking headlines.
they are all related to non-direct contacts instead: matching clothes, matching accessories, matching bags, matching nail styles—just matching, matching, matching that neither you or mina picked up on it.
one fan at a fansign had noticed that your nail style matched that of mina from twice, even pulling out his phone to show the exact picture of your girlfriend's bubble update, with the same nail design just in a different color (it's been her recent hobby lately, and you couldn't say no when she whined and pouted for her to do yours, too).
it isn't until you stumble upon a post with a caption that says: [two beloved members from different groups have a lot of matching things...that can only mean one thing in korea! post any pictures or incidents of them matching in the reply!]
the comments are quite skeptical at first, finding the whole ordeal to be a bit too far-fetched, until numerous fans from both fandoms start to reply with their fair share of pictures.
a picture of you wearing brown sambas at the airport, the exact pair that mina had worn a few weeks back at a fansign.
a picture of mina wearing a university hoodie in her instagram live, the exact one fans saw you wearing in one of your group's traveling vlog months ago.
a long thread of an OP saying how she saw the same necklaces worn by both of you when she went to misamo's fan club event and to your post-brand filming, where you signed her album after walking out of the building.
and suddenly, what starts as a harmless joke between two fandoms quickly evolves into an increasingly elaborate speculation and theory that seems to gain a new piece of 'evidence' every day.
the thread of the post becomes longer, adorned with side-by-side pictures of you both, with circles and arrows revealing similar items.
—
the first time mina shows you one of the edits—which was yesterday— the two of you are curled together on the couch of your apartment watching tv, a throw blanket with mini dachshund prints on them (mina's) covering her.
it's one of the rare days where you can have a free night with your girlfriend snuggled up on you—her body sprawls across the length of the couch with her head resting comfortably in your lap, a hand of yours combing through her hair, stopping right at her nape to lightly scratch the area that makes her purr in contentment.
mina checks the notifications on her phone when an ad pops up in the middle of an episiode of a kdrama she's been dying to watch with you, her hand reaching up for yours to bring down to her lips, giving it a kiss.
she snuggles into it as she absentmindedly scrolls, letting out a laugh that you know is gummy and all.
"what got you laughing when the only source that should be making you laugh is right behind you?"
she whines as you pinch her cheek, letting out a huff as she turns on her back to show you her phone screen.
and you laugh, too, because what she shows you is genuinely hilarious.
it was a recent reply under the matching post (mina has gotten in bookmarked and saved for easy access just because she wants to see how far fans could go, but you think she only saved it so she can see you wearing her things).
the caption reads: [they definitely have something going on...because what do you mean you guys have matching bracelets for ldr couples?!] with a picture attached of said items on each of your wrists.
(it was mina's idea, really, to get matching bracelets that would light up and vibrate against your wrist whenever she taps her own, vice versa. and you both don't really wear it often, only for far distances or months of touring do you have it on). it’s truly endearing because your bracelet would always vibrate when you’re miles away from your girlfriend).
you stare at her screen before looking down at her, then back at the post, then at mina again, and suddenly the two of you dissolve into helpless giggles and laughter.
the sound fills the apartment, warm and unrestrained, echoing off the walls as she buries her face against your stomach.
"they're getting warmer, alright. they're technically not wrong..." you snicker in your hand, cheeks starting to hurt from how much you've been laughing.
"they're so funny. if only they could see how my head is in your lap right now. how i’m about to get up and straddle you, instead."
and before you could let her words sink in, she got up from her lying position to throw a leg over your hips, blankets following not too far behind to be around her shoulders, slightly slipping down one side as she leans closer.
"mina, baby, the show—"
"kiss me."
and suddenly you don't remember what you were talking about prior.
—
the ship remains trapped in a strange limbo where people continue to create threads and theories, even catching the attention of popular fan sites from other groups.
you are laying under your covers when mina video calls you. shuffling your fingers out from the warmth, you click on the 'accept' button, screen then showing mina in an oversized sweater that you've been trying to find to pack for your overseas schedule, applying on a face mask.
"hey cute girl with my sweater and a mask on, i've been waiting for your call, your highness."
mina smiles as much as her face mask allows her, growing shy at your words, "you’re so sappy…and your sweater is comfortable…and i miss you…”
“you’re so cute, mitang. i miss you even more! want to kiss you,” you pout into your duvet, eyes becoming crescent moons when mina blows you a kiss.
“actually, i have a very important favor to ask you..." her voice is gentle as she trails off, pouting into the screen (one that she knows you can't say no to, whatever the favor is).
"i'm at your service!"
"i left my switch at your place the other day...could you possibly bring it with you on your trip? i need you to log in to animal crossing and do my daily tasks and gift my villagers."
and you couldn't help but burst out laughing—cackling even, because out of all the favors, you did not expect that one.
because when she's looking at you with that sheepish smile, the mask taken off, revealing her beautiful moles scattered across her angelic face, you couldn't possibly say no to your adorable girlfriend who really cares for her equally adorable villagers.
-
by the time you arrive at the airport, you clutch the pouch with mina's device inside against your side with care.
cameras flash just as you get out of the car, walking towards the entrance with practiced ease—nodding, smiling, waving, listening, chatting.
your hand is still wrapped around mina's crocheted switch bag, even in the airport lounge, to when you're boarding and comfortable in your seat.
when the plane finally takes off, you're blissfully unaware of what's happening on the internet, especially under the maching post of you and mina.
fans are going crazy online, with airport pictures of you holding the bag spreading all over social media.
[isn't that twice's mina crocheted bag for her switch?!]
[this can't be a coincidence anymore!!!!]
[did mina make her one??? or is it the same one???]
reply -> [i mean if mina did make her one, then they're matching...and if it's the same one...then they've been sharing the switch...meaning they've been interacting this whole. damn. time!!!]
[wait i know we've joked about this ship, but i think it's real y'all...]
[guys remember how mina said in her vlog that she never lends her gaming devices to anyone...? tell me i'm not crazy]
another picture was posted, where the pouch had slightly shifted in your hand, just enough for a sticker on the corner of the device to become visible.
[this is it, it's 100% mina's switch]
-
by the time you land at your destination, you take your phone out right away, wanting to notify your girlfriend that you arrived safe and sound.
she replies immediately with a "miss you," along with a link to the saved post, "i think our fans nailed it."
and as you open the link, your eyes widen, seeing the hundreds of comments and pictures of your recent appearance at the airport.
whoopsies.
—
"what if i seal the deal and kiss you on instagram live?" you murmur in mina's hair, cuddling closer to her on the bed than you already are, peering down at her afterwards.
after coming back after your long travel, with a promise of a good home-cooked meal by mina, you went straight to her apartment after the airport.
and now, with your stomach filled with delicious food made by your girlfriend, and said girlfriend in your arms, there is nothing else you could wish for after a tiring oversea schedule.
she's quiet for a moment, her mind actually pondering about your question until she grows shy and hides her face in the crook of your neck. a string of incoherent words is mumbled, with you catching bits and pieces of "small peck," "no make outs," "reciprocate."
"hm? what did you say, mitang? i can't hear you when your face is in my boobs like that—" you teasingly start before she shuts you off with a small bite on your exposed collarbone, making you groan.
"i said small pecks only...and i'd reciprocate..." she looks away again bashfully, lips jutting out as she gets more flustered.
"oh—so you've thought about it, huh, baby?" you smirk at her reaction until you let out a yelp when she slips a cold hand under her your shirt to pinch your side, "ow! okay, okay, okay, no more teasing, promise!"
you squirm as her hand glides to your stomach, newly self-manicured nail tips grazing your skin before they tease at her your shorts' elastic band.
literally already shaking just reading your future fic line up I'm about to throw a party and cartwheel into the sun brooooo. I am so sat, the cinema workers are asking me to leave but I can't 🩵🩵🩵
let’s throw a party togetherrrr
and nono the cinema workers dont want u to leave ok pls stay and watch a bunch of moviesss
Hii! As the last time, amazing fic! I love the part where Sana grabs her tie and pulls the reader towards her, it was hot😌
Here is another idea of you don't mind and if you have time of course! A softmasc!readerxidol!sana fic where reader is an ice hockey player (let's imagine there's a professional women's league in KR) who meets Jihyo because she sometimes helps out groups of rookie ice hockey players in her free time (it's because of Jihyo's "I Live Alone" video where she showed she was on an ice hockey team with other women in her free time from Twice activities), and she's the same age as Jihyo, so they become friends pretty fast. Because of this, the rest of Twice know her personally. The reader is charming but has a soft personality, people like her bc she makes them feel at ease and makes them feel seen. Reader doesn't know that Sana likes her because she's always flirting with everyone (specially with idols or other celebrities like Dex in "fridge interview"), but after they become friends, and for fear that other girls will get ahead of her (because she has many female fans, including famous women), Sana ends up confessing her feelings. As always, an ending where they make out and there is something suggestive.
And as always, Thank you so much! Your fics are always amazing! :)
♟️-
|| stuck on you since the first time my eyes laid on yours
idol!minatozaki sana x mascproicehockeyplayerfem!reader ; light angst, fluff
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synopsis: the ice has always made your face flush from its coldness, but then minatozaki sana comes along and proves she can do a better job.
tw: none!
a/n: not related, but i do have a icehockeyplayer!jihyo somewhere in the depths of my draft (also very much from that one ep of "i live alone")!! thank you for another incredible prompt ♟️anon!! not proofread, whomp whomp
wc: 2.5k
park jihyo from twice came into your life like a whirlwind.
even as a professional ice hockey player in one of the most renowned women's leagues in south korea, it still feels pretty insane to mentor one of the country's most talented, passionate, worldwide, well-loved idol, who’s a member and leader of twice.
yes, twice, as in the group that sold out enormous stadium concert tickets in minutes.
the group that has fans from all over the world, with billions of streams on all the music platforms to ever existed.
the group that your team would put onto the bluetooth speaker during every practice and warm-up without fail, because of course, who isn't a twice fan?
it wasn't foreign news that jihyo would probably pick up random hobbies to explore on her off days; you just didn't take into consideration that it would be so soon with ice hockey.
at first, you had assumed she would only show up a handful of times—maybe a few practices, a couple of beginner sessions to get her body moving and stamina even more off the charts, or just enough to satisfy her curiosity about a sport that travels on ice before her schedule inevitably pulls her elsewhere.
but to your surprise, she keeps coming back, showing up for most weekly rookie training sessions with overflowing energy and an excited smile.
and it's been going great. you both bond a lot through team activities, even more so when jihyo is the same age as you (you've both hit it right from the start, teasing and bantering becoming second nature).
she's a quick learner, super competitive, and stubborn enough to challenge herself until she gets it right. she stays behind to clean up the pucks, and despite her flailing around trying to get used to gliding on cold sheets, she'll still get back up with a laugh and a smile of thanks to one of the women helping.
little did you know that your friendship with jihyo would end up introducing you to the rest of twice—more importantly, to one particular member whose smile eventually became your biggest weakness: minatozaki sana.
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the first time you met sana in person was when jihyo invited you to a dinner with a few of her members (because they've been dying to talk to the famous, beautiful, cool, and sweet ice hockey player. their words, not yours).
with that information in mind, you couldn't help but feel jittery in the passenger seat of jihyo's car, feeling even more nervous than you had been before championship games.
"feeling nervous?" she peers over at a red light.
"yeah, a bit. it’s probably nothing, really…" you trail off as you look out the window, noticing how you're in the high-end of seoul.
"is it because you feel like you won't live up to the expectations they already have in mind for you?"
and honestly, it's like jihyo has known you for a lifetime because how did she guess the exact reason why your palms have been sweating and your fingers constantly picking around your nails' edges.
"i can't hide anything from you, can i?" you heave out a playful, defeated sigh, smiling when jihyo's lets out a snicker.
"well, i can't help that i read people so well. gosh, i'm so amazing." she accompanies it with a dreamy smile until her voice dips lower to something gentle and comforting, "don't fret too much. it'll just be dinner and good company, alright? but if you feel too much right now, i can turn back and let them know you're not feeling well."
you huff out a laugh despite yourself, rolling your eyes at her slipped in self-praise. you shake your head afterwards, saying how you're excited to meet them regardless.
jihyo flashes a grin before turning her attention back to the road, one hand lazily drumming against the steering wheel. the comfortable silence that follows lasts only a few moments before she speaks again, quieter this time, laced with guilt.
"but i also might've showed them your games...sana also somehow found a compliation of your post-game interviews and made everyone watch it."
your jaw drops, "what?! sana, as in minatozaki sana from twice?! your member?!"
"the last time i checked, yes, that's the right sana." she cheekily muses in a way that made you want to flick her in the forehead, hard. but she's driving, so you opt to let out an indignant huff.
"jihyo, im serious."
"don't worry. you're like the most discussed woman in our group chat and all. they already like you, mostly sana!"
"park, that does not help! what if they don't, especially sana?!" your fingers start to drum more rapidly on the side handle.
"i guess we'll find out."
well, fuck, because then she pulls into the restaurant's driveway with a giddy smile while you're internally panicking.
you will definitely add more exercises to her warm-up next monday.
-
okay, maybe you were being overly dramatic and exaggerated because the girls are incredible.
jeongyeon keeps saying how your stats are out of this world and that she'll definitely join jihyo sometime to try out the sport.
chaeyoung is amazed by your broad shoulders and defined muscles showing through your shirt without even flexing.
and sana—your brain stalls when you made eye contact with her—flirts with you throughout the whole dinner, even catching jihyo's attention because apparently "sana is more flirty than usual tonight."
she is softer than she looked on screen—prettier, warmer, eyes shining with curiosity and interest.
and when she extends out a hand for you to shake—the position was kind of awkward because you were next to each other—the contact lasts a second longer than necessary, one that makes your stomach do something strange where it lurches.
her voice is soft, like gentle tides washing up to the shore, bringing along colorful seashells that you've only seen in fantasy films.
"it's nice to finally meet you. i've heard a lot about you," she says, lips stretching wide with an upward curve, pink and glossed.
"oh? good things, hopefully. i heard from a birdie of mine that you've been doing your research, right?" your voice lowers, a teasing lilt at the end as you glance over at jihyo.
the tips of sana's ears turn pink, throwing a glare over at her leader before looking back at you with a bashful grin.
"y-yes, only good things."
and while everyone else is busy teasing you both, neither of you notice the way your eyes instinctively found each other again and again.
-
you don't try to impress them nor perform. you just exist the way you always do: easy-going, attentive, humorous in a way that makes people relax without realizing why.
you notice when chaeyoung's glass is empty before she does, your hand already reaching out for the water pitcher to refill it for her.
you remember enough small details of jeongyeon's story to ask her questions later, ones where she happily answer with pride.
you listen more than you speak, but when you do so, your words land softly yet clearly.
by the end of the dinner, they're laughing like you've been part of their circle for years, with jihyo urging them to add you to their contact list.
—
months later, jihyo gets better at the sport and your relationship with twice deepens, especially with sana.
that's where you find yourself right now, as you stare at your screen opened up to the text messages with sana, blushing as she sends you a gif of two cartoonish dogs kissing and texting “us” right afterwards.
she's flirting again, as she always does.
because sana flirts like it’s first nature: with fans, with guests, with other celebrities when she appears on variety shows (you try to avoid the ones with dex because the comments don't fare well for your heart, which is already opening its gate for sana).
it is impossible to tell when she is sincere and serious with her flirty remarks.
(and you try to not dwell too much on it, especially when she calls you charming, when she link arms with you, when she rests her head on your shoulder, when she stares at you like you hung the moon.
you would just laugh at all her approaches (or in this case, reply with a laughing emoji), mind too busy thinking sana is just being her usual self to miss how she really sees you: like you're the most captivating piece of seashell she's found on shore; like you've actually hung the moon).
—
a famous video of you taking off your helmet after a match one time had become famous worldwide, circulating through numerous media, often captioned as: [captivating team captain of south korea's best ice hockey player, makes headlines because of her natural beauty].
so it was given that twice had to see it in person.
now, as they're watching you from the front row seats of a packed arena, you blush when you see sana, one hand pressed against the glass as the other waves at you excitedly.
thank god your helmet is on.
-
the game feels more like a scrimmage than anything. it is more laid-back than the usual push and pull that usually happens.
as your team skates off the ice for intermission, you take your helmet off, feeling incredibly hot under all the layers despite the frigid air.
what you don't notice is how the camera finds you almost immediately—your hair damp with sweat, cheeks flushed from exertion, mouth breathing heavily after minutes of nonstop play—zooming in on how you use your gloved hand to smooth back the annoying strands of hair sticking on your forehead.
the crowd explodes, with fans screaming and shouting your name loudly. you look up to the big screen in confusion until you see the back of your head, turning back around to look at the camera with a cheeky grin, holding up a peace sign before you step off the ice.
the entire arena gets even louder, people chanting your team's name even as you all disappear into the break room.
what you don't see is twice's reaction to it all (they are very much in fact screaming along with the crowd), especially sana's.
because from her perspective, she is slowly losing her mind.
she had somehow developed feelings for a gorgeous professional athlete who seemed completely oblivious to the fact that more than half the women in the country has a crush on her—sana included, of course.
she notices when other idols talk about you as their ideal types, when you're tagged in posts with female athletes and celebrities who clearly admire you, when fans go feral under your social media posts.
but she's only confident that there's a chance you like her back because somehow, out of everyone who adores you, you only ever look at sana with that soft, fond smile that makes her heart skip straight into her throat.
she really has to do something, soon.
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you all went out for a small celebration at jihyo's apartment afterwards, since she insists that she has the best kimchi stocked in her fridge for an at-home kbbq (credits to her mother).
and apparently jeongyeon didn't buy enough drinks, so you volunteer to go pick more up from the nearby convenience store, with sana tagging along because "it's dangerous for a handsome woman like you to go alone at this time."
on the way back to the apartment building, the two of you walk side by side through the quiet streets, your hand grasping one handle of the plastic bag filled with soju bottles, sana on the other.
the air is breezy, but not too cold for you to feel chilly. the comfortable silence is often broken by sana's soft humming and the rustle of the bag being swung between the two of you.
"hey," she peers over at you, a small smile on her face that was overshadowed by the cap she has on, "did you know you have a talent for making it easy for people to love you?"
you blink, face quizzical, "me?" pointing at yourself, a bit bewildered because you should be the one saying that to her instead.
she nods like it's the obvious, "and that's a big problem for me." she turns her head back to the sidewalk in front of her, lowering her hat as you both walk past people.
"wait, what? why is it a problem for you?" your brows knit, confusion spreading over your face.
"because..." she looks down, kicking an invisible rock out of the way, "i don't like how everyone gets to look at you like you belong to them," she admits with a pout.
your heart skips, somehow feeling hopeful, "and why do you not like people looking at me like that?"
and when sana looks at you, then—really looks with glossy eyes and lips in a massive pout—all the playful teasing and flirting gets thrown out the window, replaced by sincerity.
"because i like you. i have for a while. and i thought it would pass because it's a stupid crush, and i didn't want to assume i was special when i wasn't sure i was," a pause, her voice dropping even softer and quieter, "but i don't think i can keep pretending i don't feel anything towards you—"
she lets out a small squeak when you pull the plastic bag towards you, drawing you both into an empty, dark alleyway and pushing her against the wall.
"i notice you more than you think, sana."
and when you lift her hat and your lips meet hers, all the worries dissolve into new beginnings and a possible scolding from jihyo and jeongyeon for taking so long.
the kiss is not rushed or uncertain; it's warm, deliberate, like you've both been holding back for too long and finally stopped.
your hand comes up instinctively to steady her at her waist, her own catching the front of your unzipped jacket. she exhales into the kiss with relief, as all her turmoil finally finds a place to settle.
before you could slide your tongue across the sweetness, she pulls back slightly, forehead resting on yours.
"i'm still mad at you," she murmurs, voice dripping with honey.
"for what?" you whine, terribly failing at trying to catch her lips again.
"for making me think i didn't have a chance," she giggles softly at your attempt.
"i don't treat everyone the same way i treat you," you continue, hand busy digging into your jacket's pocket to pull out sana's favorite snack you sneakily got from the convenience store earlier without her noticing, "i don't go and buy someone's favorite snack on an impulse now, do i?"
"you're unbelievable," and when sana pulls you in for another kiss with her hands on your neck, allowing you to slip your tongue in this time, her lips taste like you'll need to tell jihyo and jeongyeon that the sojus were sold out and you both had to detour.
Also am I one of ur only anons that yells in here!!!! Zero decorum!!! Zero class and coping skills when it comes to nayeon!!!!! It's fine!!!!!!!!!! It's not even the craziest thing she's done I'm so good and normal!!!!!!!!!!!! Sorry for yelling y'all!! 🤪🤪🩵🩵🩵
i think so!!! 🙈😁 but it’s ok hehe u can keep yelling here!!!!!!!!
i have no coping skills when it comes to nayeon either!!!!!!! she’s so pretty!!!!!!
