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HELL YEAH that nayeon fic is exactly what I needed to uplift my mood lol. Thank you for doing it!!!!! The wait is always worth it!! 🩵🩵

YAYY im so glad you liked itttt

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in plain sight

yunjin x f! reader // fluff + smut, headcanons

content: secret relationship with yunjin

author’s note: hehe ofc i had to do lsfm and yunjin too… she’s so gf coded :P

sfw

yunjin loves to tease you just to watch you get all flustered and red. she’ll lean in way too close when talking, hold eye contact a second longer than necessary, or casually drop ridiculously affectionate comments in the middle of conversations just to see you short-circuit. the second she notices your cheeks turning pink, she gets a smug little grin and keeps doing it on purpose, acting completely innocent while your heart stutters in your chest. she especially loves doing it in front of other people, watching as you hide your face in her shoulder and complain. eventually, she’ll give into your adorable pleas, melting at how cute you are when flustered. 

she loves to make you playlists. sometimes in the middle of the night when she can’t sleep, she’ll send you a spotify playlist full of songs that remind her of you, titling them “thought of you at 2am.” she sends them to you with zero explanation, as if she didn’t spend an hour carefully arranging the order. 

yunjin loves to take candid photos of you, especially when you’re too distracted to notice. her camera roll is full of pictures you didn’t even realize she was taking — you leaning down to pet a cute dog on the street, laughing mid-sentence as you remember a funny memory, or dozing off on her shoulder during a long car ride. sometimes, she’ll even send them to you months later, saying how they’re her favorite pictures of you. 

speaking of pictures, yunjin loves to send you selfies. most of them are random, just whatever she’s doing in the moment. she once sent a close-up selfie of her face, her expression proud as she sent, “bangs are behaving today!” or one time, she sent a  photo of a random cat on the street, messaging, “look!! a cat! almost as cute as you 😛”

yunjin loves to write you long love letters when she’s away overseas on tour, usually writing them late at night after rehearsals when everything’s finally quiet and she starts missing you a little too much to sleep. she’ll sit on her hotel bed with stationery from home, half-tired but determined to write to you about her day and how much she misses you. she mails them to your apartment along with a large bouquet of flowers she’s picked out carefully. even if she can’t see you physically, she’s always determined to bring a smile to your face. 

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whenever you and the group go out for dinner at a private restaurant, she’ll sometimes slide her hands underneath the tablecloth, her touches landing not-so-innocently up your thigh. she’ll tease you while holding a conversation with kazuha, not even bothering to look your way. by the time the main course arrives, you’re practically dripping with need, not able to think straight to the point you have to drag her to the bathroom, unable to wait until you get home. it’s only fair that she finishes what she’s started, isn’t it?

yunjin always “forgets” to wear lipstick, acting way too innocent about it like she’s not doing it on purpose. she’ll pout a little and insist you help her, leaning in like it’s the most natural thing in the world — only accepting your help if it’s directly off your lips. and sure enough, that action alone always leads to more, to the point where when yunjin eventually checks the time, she gasps dramatically, saying “we’re late again!” she grins at you like she’s not the exact reason you’re late and grabs your hand, rushing out like nothing happened.

she gets a little cocky knowing the effect she has on you, often teasing you about it. after kissing you against the door, she’ll slip her hands past your underwear, saying with a smirk, “you’re already this wet for me? i’ve barely touched you and you’re already a mess.” she just laughs while you pathetically grind your hips on her hand, just watching as your slick runs down your thighs. 

yunjin loves to send you risky texts at the worst possible times, all because your reactions are worth it. after she sends a particularly flirty text across the room, she just looks at you, watching as your face reddens and you hold your phone to your chest, looking around the room to make sure no one else read what she sent. once chaewon notices just how red your face is, she asks you if you’re ok, but that only seems to make your face redder…

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HII !! I love your fics and I wanted to request for (preferably) headcanons about secret dating (^。^*) either with Tzuyu or any of the lsrfm members × reader. Up to you! Mainly just fluff (but maybe some suggestive?)

And I'm not sure what emojis are taken buuuttt could I be 🪷 anon? ( ˶ ̇ᵕ​ ̇˶)

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can you keep a secret?

tzuyu x f! reader // fluff + smut, headcanons

content: secret relationship with tzuyu

author’s note: HIII im so sorry this took forever </3 hehe also thx for being my first emoji anon woahhh :o i hope you like these !! (hehehe tzuyu is so cute)

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even after hours of practice, she still calls you. she’s clearly tired, hair slightly messy, but the moment she sees your face, her expression softens. she mostly listens as you ramble about your day, her eyes staying on your face like she’s memorizing every detail. if you ask about her day, she answers just briefly, wanting to steer the focus back to you. after all, your voice is what she’s been thinking about all day.

the matching bracelets sit quietly on both your wrists, simple enough that it doesn’t draw too much attention. to everyone else, they’re just accessories. but to you and tzuyu, they’re everything. tzuyu never takes hers off — you always catch glimpses of it in her instagram posts or bubble selfies. and every time you see it, there’s a private little thrill in your chest, because no one else knows. it’s just between you and tzuyu, a small secret you share.

the members love to tease tzuyu every time you text her. whenever she checks her phone during break, a small smile shines on her lips, one that seems to last the entire day. “here we go again,” jeongyeon mutters, nudging jihyo with a teasing grin. tzuyu doesn’t even notice because she’s too caught up in your messages, her eyes softening as that small, unmistakable grin forms before she can even realize it. “must be y/n,” nayeon joins in, poking tzuyu in the arm. your girlfriend just hugs her phone to her chest, cheeks flushing as she tries to act cool… but that stupidly soft smile comes back the second you reply to her. “our tzuyu’s down bad,” the other members yell, grinning at the way tzuyu seems so happy, so in love. 

between the two of you, hoodie theft is basically routine now. you reach for her hoodie without thinking, the soft fabric and oversized fit already familiar to you. you barely get it over your shoulders before she notices. “hey,” tzuyu says, turning her head. “isn’t that my hoodie?” you stick your tongue out at her, not before you say innocently, “of course not! it’s mine.” she just gives you a look, feigning annoyance. after a beat, she just laughs quietly, letting you get away with stealing her clothes — they look good on you anyway. and plus, in the rare instance that you do return them back to her, they end up smelling like you.

she doesn’t even bother texting properly. your front door unlocks, and before you can fully react, tzuyu is already inside, slightly out of breath from running all the way to your apartment. her expression brightens as soon as she sees your face. “y/n!” she blurts, already closing the distance between you. “i have a free day today!” she falls into your arms like she’s been waiting for that exact moment the entire day, her dimples showing as a cheeky grin encompasses her face. “let’s do something fun, y/n!"

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you like to cook for her, knowing that she needs the energy for her intense dance practices. you wake up before her, skillfully cooking eggs and making toast. but once she awakens, she quietly sneaks up on you, wrapping her arms around your midriff and pressing the front of her body into your back. it’s rather distracting, having tzuyu so close to you like that, her warm breath tickling the base of your neck. sometimes, she’ll even start trailing soft kisses down your throat, her touches turning less and less innocent. safe to say, you’ve burned quite a few eggs on these kind of mornings. 

sometimes, tzuyu can’t wait, desperately needing to touch you in one of the changing rooms before a music show or performance. when you turn vocal, she covers your mouth with one hand, whispering that the walls are thin — you need to be quieter, or else the two of you could get caught.  

what started out as innocent morning kisses almost always turn into something more. soon enough, her hands are down your sweatpants, her touches turning more brazen as you let out breathy moans and whimpers. just as you’re about to cum, your back arching pornographically onto the bed, tzuyu’s phone rings. it’s the members, desperately trying to reach their youngest member: “tzuyu, where are you? practice started 30 minutes ago!"

tzuyu’s secretly a loser for praise. even the most innocent seeming ones, like “tzuyu, your live vocals sounded really good today!” turn her into a needy little thing. she looks up at you with wide eyes in desire for more praise, her whines turning into gasps when you finally give in: “you’re doing so good for me, baby. come on, you can take just a little more. that’s it, good girl.” you can’t even lie — you love to use it to your advantage in bed, whispering filthy praises that make her moan into the pillow and rut her hips up in search of friction. 

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hello!!! Can we get jealous possessive nayeon who's actually a big needy baby? Do what you will with it! You'll do great things lol thank you!!! 🩵

needy

sub! nayeon x f! reader // smut

synopsis: nayeon got jealous easily — you knew that. but maybe, just maybe, you wanted to push her a little by giving her less attention, instead focusing on sana. OR you touch nayeon under the blankets while sana sits right next to the two of you :)

author’s note: nayeon req yayyy hehe 😊 thank you so much for your nice wordssss & sorry this took forever !! 🩵

content: semi-public sex, sneaky sex, reader makes nayeon intentionally jealous, jealous nayeon, possessive nayeon, kinda degradation, nayeon is super subby & needs your attention 24/7, whiny nayeon

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both you and sana immediately burst into giggles, hitting each other as her words hung in the air. 

you didn’t even notice as nayeon entered the living room, her footsteps muted by your laughter. 

“what’s so funny?” nayeon frowned as she placed her bag on the floor. she quickly took in the scene in front of her: you and sana were sprawled lazily in the living room, idly munching on snacks and watching a movie. it was a common sight, especially on days where the two of you had no schedule. but what wasn’t normal was how close sana was to you, clinging onto every inch of your skin. sana’s hand rested just above your knee, her head resting a bit too comfortably on your shoulder.

“oh hi nayeon! how was your recording?” you asked without even looking at her, your eyes glued to the tv.

nayeon couldn’t help the pout that formed on her lips. you couldn’t even spare her a few seconds of eye contact? 

nayeon just stared for a few moments before jumping into the empty space next to you. she wrapped her arm around yours, leaning her body flush against your frame. nayeon immediately sighed as your scent enveloped her. 

“it was really good! pd-nim said my tone was really good. do you want to hear some of it?” nayeon asked excitedly, her eyes wide as they bore into yours.

“sure! maybe a little later though.” you said, shooting her an apologetic glance. “sana really wanted to show me this movie — apparently it’s so bad it’s good.”

sana giggled at that, trying to muffle her laughter into the crook of your neck. you let her, smiling wide as sana’s nose brushed against the curve of your neck. 

you weren’t oblivious. you could’ve easily pulled away from sana, from all her touches and whispered remarks.

but did you really want to? 

every little thing that sana did only seemed to set nayeon off more. her nails dug lightly into your sleeve whenever sana laughed at your jokes. she shifted closer and closer until she was practically halfway in your lap, her thigh pressed stubbornly over yours.

cute.

nayeon’s eyes narrowed at the tv even though she hadn’t paid attention to a single scene in the last fifteen minutes. every few seconds, her gaze flickered back to you instead — checking if you were still looking at sana, still smiling at sana, still letting sana touch you so easily.

when sana started to explain what was going to happen in the film next, nayeon immediately interrupted, speaking over the japanese girl.

“y/n, im cold. can i wear your hoodie?” nayeon shivered for effect, flashing her bunny smile at you.

“nayeon, you just interrupted sana,” you chided gently, giving her a pointed look.

nayeon looked away to roll her eyes and mumbled out an almost unintelligible “sorry.”

you hummed in approval, starting to take off your hoodie. 

“nayeon unnie, i can just give you the blanket,” sana said quickly, flashing what was probably supposed to be a helpful grin. 

nayeon very reluctantly took it from sana’s hands, her lips pressed together in a thin line. she threw the blanket across both her lap and yours, making sure it covered the space between the two of you completely.

you barely had time to suppress your smile before nayeon suddenly grabbed your hand beneath the blanket, tugging it insistently into her lap.

“nayeon,” you warned quietly.

“what?” she whispered back, feigning innocence as her fingers threaded through yours. “i’m cold.”

her tone alone made it obvious she was lying. 

especially when she immediately pressed herself closer to your side, you could feel the way her skin burned against yours, warm and not cold at all. nayeon’s head dropped onto your shoulder with an exaggerated sigh, her pout deepening when your attention shifted back toward sana.

“and then this is the part where they go on their first date—”

“y/n,” nayeon interrupted again, voice smaller this time.

you glanced down at her. “what now?”

“nothing,” she mumbled, clearly meaning the exact opposite.

for the next few minutes, nayeon stayed unusually quiet. but underneath the blanket, her hand kept moving — tracing along your palm, squeezing your fingers whenever sana laughed too loudly, subtly trying to pull your attention back to her.

you could practically feel her getting more and more irritated every second you continued listening to sana instead of her.

eventually, nayeon let out another miserable sigh before leaning close enough for her lips to brush your ear.

“pay attention to me,” she whispered.

the words came out embarrassingly soft.

you raised an eyebrow. “aren’t i already?”

“no,” nayeon muttered immediately. “you’ve been talking to sana the whole night. and,” nayeon swallowed, avoiding your gaze. “you’ve barely touched me all night.”

you whispered quietly, lowering your tone so that sana couldn’t hear. “is that what this is about?

“no…”

“nayeon.”

“i just hate it when you ignore me,” she whined quietly, bringing your intertwined hands to rest on her thigh. 

“i’ll be right back,” sana said, standing up from her spot on the couch. “i have to use the restroom. but you guys can keep watching! this part isn’t too important anyway.” she quickly left, the absence of her presence suddenly making the room feel smaller. 

for a second, neither of you moved.

you untangled your hand from hers, flattening your palm against the top of nayeon’s knee. you could feel the way her skin burned against your hand. nayeon looked at you differently now that she didn’t need to conceal her expression for sana. 

“y/n,” nayeon whispered, your name coming out breathy. 

“were you really upset?” you murmured, voice lower than before.

“you were ignoring me,” nayeon whined. “i—”

her breath hitched when your hand slowly rose higher, your hand stroking up her thigh. 

you didn’t say anything else, just staring at her and gauging her reaction.

when you slid the tip of your fingers under the fabric of her shorts, she sucked in a breath of air. 

nayeon flushed immediately, like she was embarrassed by how fast she reacted. but still, she didn’t pull away, instead leaning closer to you and melting under your touch. she guided your hand all the way up to her waistband, holding her breath as your fingers hooked slightly in.

nayeon just stared at you, waiting for your next move. her breathing was heavier, pupils dilated in anticipation and lust. 

“please,” she whispered when she realized you weren’t going to do anything without her asking. 

you tilted your head slightly. “please what?”

there was another pause, the only sound being nayeon’s heavy breathing.

she swallowed, her eyes flicking to your lips for half a second before she looked away again, suddenly shy.

“touch me,” she murmured, so quiet you weren’t sure if you heard right. on any other given day, you would’ve teased her further, refusing to do anything until nayeon said exactly what she wanted. but today, the needy expression on her face was enough.

you gently pulled down on the waistband, telling her to lift herself up so that you could take her shorts all the way off.

when you finally cupped her clothed core, nayeon let out a shaky exhale, her eyes fluttering shut.

she was absolutely drenched. you could feel the wet stain against the fabric of her panties, the way her arousal stuck to the thin material.

you bit back a laugh. “all this because i ignored you?”

nayeon started to whine, but her response quickly turned into that of a gasp when you roughly pulled her underwear down, leaving her lower half completely bare. you were free to touch her, skin-to-skin, without the inconvenience of clothing. 

you slid your fingers against her slit, almost purring at how easily your fingers moved against the smooth expanse of skin. 

just as you were about to slip a finger inside her tight heat, you heard the restroom door open.

sana.

nayeon’s eyes widened in panic, but her body reacted otherwise: nayeon held your wrist so that you couldn’t move your hand away, pathetically shifting her hips in need.

so needy.

“nayeon,” you whispered, your breath hot against her ear. “can you stay quiet for me?”

nayeon nodded her head frantically. “yes. please— i—”

you could already tell she couldn’t think straight, not when your hand was just inches away from her entrance and her pussy was pulsing in need. oh well — you’d see just how long she could last. 

“you better stay very, very quiet,” you smirked, leaning your head away from her ear just as sana returned. she bounced into her seat, making the couch creak under the weight. 

“i’m back! are you guys ready? — this is where everything gets crazy.”

you definitely agreed with that.

you slowly circled nayeon’s clit, all the while completely avoiding looking her away. you gave your full attention to sana, nodding along and humming in agreement as sana rambled excitedly about how surprisingly poetic the next scene was. 

“...it’s so, so crazy,” sana finished, her eyes sparkling. “isn’t it, nayeon unnie?”

you quickly glanced at nayeon. her cheeks were completely flushed, and she was barely able to open her eyes. you increased your pace against her clit, smirking as her breath hitched. 

“i— y-yes,” she stuttered, biting her lips hard to prevent any unwanted noises from slipping out.

nayeon clamped her legs tightly around your hand as you flicked at her clit even faster — at that pace, she could barely control herself, barely restrain herself to stay quiet like she’d promised you.

“oh my god, and then here, the guy—” sana continued to talk. you quickly removed your hand from nayeon’s dripping core, turning your body to give sana your full attention.

you laughed when sana said something funny, although you weren’t really laughing at that.

beside you, nayeon gave a confused groan. she reached for your hand under the blanket, trying to guide your hand back to where she needed it, where she was dripping for you. 

you only began to move your hand again when sana finished talking.

this time, you slipped a finger inside her, doing so slowly to prevent any squelching sounds. you slid in impossibly slow, biting your lip at how tight she was — her pussy practically swallowed your finger.

next to you, nayeon turned impossibly quiet. with her other hand, she was gripping the sleeve of your hoodie, her face buried in your shoulder. her body was shaking from restraining herself of grinding onto you.

once the entire length of your finger was inside her, you slid out equally as slowly. you repeated this over and over, reveling in the effect that it had on nayeon. with each thrust, nayeon’s walls squeezed around your finger, her grip on your hoodie turning so tight her knuckles turned white. 

she was barely able to stay quiet, but the sounds didn’t travel as far since her moans were muffled by your hoodie. 

“this is the actual plot twist,” sana squealed, clapping her hands as she leaned forwards towards the screen.

“oh is it?” you asked, quickly sliding your fingers out of nayeon. you didn’t so much as glance nayeon’s way, pulling your drenched fingers into your lap. 

when the plot twist ended, you moved your hand back up to nayeon’s pussy, only to find that she was already touching herself, her own fingers stuffed deep inside. she had two fingers pumping in and out of her as her other hand circled her clit. 

she was whining against your hoodie, whimpering at the new intensity of pleasure — one that she had to give herself because you weren’t paying any attention to her.

you quickly slapped her hands away. nayeon whimpered loudly, but luckily, sana didn’t notice. you leaned into her ear: “such a slut. you can’t even wait for my fingers hm?”

nayeon whispered your name, the sound so filthy and broken. 

“d-don’t stop, p-please,” nayeon begged, her breath hot against your ears. 

suddenly, sana leaned further so that she could look at nayeon.

“nayeon unnie…? are you okay? you look kind of red,” sana commented, looking at the older girl with worry. “are you feeling hot now? do you want me to take the blanket back?”

in that exact moment, you chose to thrust two fingers inside her — she had begged you not to stop, after all. nayeon’s eyes rolled to the back of her head, but she quickly recovered, forcing herself to look at the japanese girl in front of her. sana didn't fail to notice the peculiar reaction, which only added to her original concern. 

“n-no!” nayeon immediately shouted, her eyes wide with panic. you fucked her even harder, slamming your fingers each time so that they hit her g-spot at the perfect angle. “i mean— i-i’m fine. just tired i t-think.” her voice was shaky, her eyes barely able to stay open. 

her thigh was jerking uncontrollably. after the endless times of edging and touching her on and off, you could tell she was close. and though she’d never admit, you felt how much wetter she had gotten when sana started to pay more attention to her, giving her worried glances every now and then. nayeon gushed around your hand, so wet to the point that you didn’t think you could pump into her without fully getting caught.

so instead, you opted to curl your fingers right against her g-spot. 

nayeon buried her face into your shoulder again, but not before a very noticeable moan slipped past her lips. 

“nayeon unnie?” sana questioned again, the suspicion more evident in her voice. she stared back and forth between nayeon and you, trying to determine what was happening. you stared straight ahead, acting engrossed in the movie while your finger curled into her a rapid pace under the blanket, your leg pressed on top of nayeon’s open ones to prevent the blanket from moving so much.

“sana,” you said, your voice smooth and even. “do you think you could get nayeon a glass of water? maybe with some ice cubes in it.” 

the ice cubes were just a time stall — you were sure it would be just enough to make nayeon cum without sana coming back at the wrong time.

sana nodded, getting up slowly as she shot one more skeptical glance towards nayeon.

as soon as sana disappeared into the kitchen, nayeon whimpered out loud.

“f-fuck, i’m s-so close,” she moaned, throwing her head back. her back arched into your fingers, pushing them deeper inside her. 

with one hand still buried deep inside her, you brought the other one to circle her clit. her walls fluttered against your fingers, squeezing your fingers impossibly tight. you curled into her again, murmuring filthy things into her ear. 

“come on, baby. cum for me before sana catches us.”

at that, nayeon came hard, biting down on your clothed shoulder as her entire body shuddered from her climax.

a muffled scream echoed through the living room, the sound quiet yet loud across the vast space.

you pulled your fingers slowly out of her, your entire hand drenched from her juices. the couch underneath her was stained as well, obvious and impossible to miss.

nayeon fell limp against your body, her thighs still twitching from the aftermath of her climax.

“let’s get you dressed quickly,” you said to her, pressing a kiss to her cheeks. she nodded weakly, throwing the blanket to the floor as she looked for her discarded clothes somewhere in the quilt. 

you watched as pulled her shorts up, her legs wobbling as she sat back down. as soon as you threw the blanket over the two of you again — to hide the very obvious wet spot on the couch — sana returned with a cold glass of water in her hands.

“here you go,” sana handed the glass to nayeon.

nayeon hummed in thanks, taking a small sip of the liquid. 

“are you sure you’re okay?” sana asked one last time, looking not-so-subtly around to see if she could detect any suspicious changes to the environment.

“i think she’s better now,” you answered for her, a cheeky grin on your face as you brought your hand to nayeon’s thigh again.

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Wakey wakey Lia bro

HIIII AVIE

sorry lil bro i took a break with every type of social media :(

but im back now >:)

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baby,,, i hope you're doing well... i miss you...

HIHIHI i missed u too :')) im goood (now that finals are over x_x)

i hope you've been well toooooo 🌬️💓💋

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YEJEHYEUEYSYE, HIII BABYY

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HEHEHE HIHI BACKKKKK 💓💓

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so many talented writers ++ the influx of so many peak fics omg

got me feeling like this.....

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I get teary with happiness when I see purple in ,my notifs

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im smiling ear to ear, i swear

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KEEP IT A SECRET

CHARACTERS. minatozaki sana × female reader

SUMMARY. you are nayeon’s little sister dating one of her best friends, one of her groupmate… what could possibly go wrong?

WARNINGS. none, enjoy!

JYPE building's practice room hummed with the familiar sounds of music and laughter as you pushed open the door, balancing a carrier tray of iced coffees in your hands. Being Im Nayeon's younger sister had its perks such as unlimited access to TWICE's practice sessions.

"Y/N-ah!" Momo spotted you first, practically bouncing over to grab her usual caramel macchiato. "You're a lifesaver!"

"Unnie told me you guys have been practicing since six this morning.” You said, smiling as the other members gathered around. "I figured you'd need the caffeine boost."

Your eyes briefly met Sana's across the room and you had to suppress the grin threatening to break across your face. She looked adorable in her practice clothes, her hair tied up in a messy bun, a few strands framing her face. The small smile she gave you, the one reserved just for you, made your heart flutter.

"My baby sister is the best!" Nayeon declared, throwing an arm around your shoulders and planting a loud kiss on your cheek. You groaned, trying to wiggle away.

"Unnie, I'm twenty-two, not five!"

"You'll always be my baby sister.” Nayeon said firmly, then narrowed her eyes suspiciously. "Wait, why are you being so nice? Do you need money? Did you crash my car?"

"Can't I just do something nice without a reason?" you protested, even as Sana smoothly collected her drink, an iced vanilla latte with an extra shot, exactly how she liked it. Your fingers brushed for the briefest moment during the exchange, sending electricity up your arm.

"No.” all nine members said in unison and you couldn't help but laugh.

"Fair enough. But seriously, I was just being nice this time."

As the members dispersed to drink their coffees and catch their breath, you found yourself naturally gravitating toward where Sana had settled on the floor, stretching her legs and you sat down nearby.

"Thank you for the coffee.” Sana said softly in Japanese, knowing you'd been learning the language for the past year. (Totally because you wanted to expand your skills, definitely not because of the beautiful Japanese woman you'd been secretly dating for six months.)

"どういたしまして (You're welcome.)" You replied, probably butchering the pronunciation, but Sana's eyes crinkled with genuine delight.

"Your Japanese is getting better.” she said, switching back to Korean but keeping her voice low. "Maybe you need more... private lessons?"

The suggestive tone made you nearly choke on your own coffee. "Sana!" you hissed, glancing around to make sure no one had heard. "We're in public!"

"We're not doing anything wrong” she said innocently, but the mischievous glint in her eyes told a different story. "I'm just offering to tutor Nayeon-unnie's sister. What's suspicious about that?"

"Everything about the way you just said that is suspicious” you muttered, but you were smiling.

"Y/N-ah!" Nayeon called from across the room. "Stop bothering Sana. She needs to rest, not entertain you."

"I'm not bothering her!" you called back.

"I don't mind” Sana added, then looked at Nayeon with those big, innocent eyes that could get her out of literally anything. "Y/N-chan is very good company."

You watched your sister's expression soften immediately. "Well, if you say so, Sana. But Y/N, don't overstay your welcome."

"I would never” you said, catching Sana's amused look from the corner of your eye.

The truth was, sneaking around had become something of an art form for you and Sana over the past six months. It had started innocently enough, you'd been visiting Nayeon during comeback preparations and somehow you and Sana had ended up talking long after everyone else had left. One conversation led to another, which led to secret coffee dates, which led to your first kiss in a quiet corner of a bookstore in Hongdae.

Now, half a year later, you were completely, irrevocably in love with Minatozaki Sana, and absolutely terrified of your sister finding out.

Not because Nayeon would disapprove, exactly. But because Nayeon was protective in a way that would make her interrogate Sana like a detective in a crime drama.

"Alright, break's over!" the choreographer called out and the members groaned in unison as they dragged themselves back to formation.

You settled against the wall to watch, your eyes definitely not following Sana's every movement. Definitely not.

"You're staring.” Jihyo said, sliding down next to you with a knowing look.

Your heart nearly stopped. "What? No, I'm not. I'm just watching the choreography."

"Uh-huh." Jihyo took a sip of her coffee, looking far too amused. "You know, for someone who claims to just be watching the choreography, you have a very specific focus."

"I don't know what you mean” you said, probably too quickly.

Jihyo hummed noncommittally and you spent the rest of practice having a minor internal panic attack about whether the leader of TWICE had figured out your secret.

-

Later that week, you found yourself in a situation you'd been carefully avoiding for months: a TWICE group dinner that you'd been invited to. Normally, you'd make up an excuse, because sitting across from your girlfriend while pretending she was just your sister's colleague was a special kind of torture.

But Nayeon had given you the puppy eyes, and you were weak.

"Y/N, sit here!" Momo patted the seat next to her and you complied, only to realize with horror that Sana was directly across from you. She gave you a small smile, and you felt your cheeks heat up.

This was fine. You could do this. You were a professional secret-keeper.

"So, Y/N-ah" Jeongyeon said, leaning forward with interest. "Is there anyone special in your life? Nayeon-unnie never tells us about your love life."

You nearly inhaled your water. "I... uh, that's because there's nothing to tell!"

"Really?" Chaeyoung looked disappointed. "But you're so pretty! Surely you must have people interested?"

"I'm very busy with work" you said, which wasn't entirely a lie. You did have a job. You were just also very busy with secretly dating Sana.

"That's what I keep telling her!" Nayeon jumped in. "She works too much. Y/N-ah, you need to go out more, meet people. Maybe I should set you up with someone?"

"Please don't" you said quickly, perhaps too emphatically, because now all nine members were looking at you with varying degrees of interest and amusement.

"Hmm, suspicious" Tzuyu said, her usual monotone making it impossible to tell if she was joking.

"There's nothing suspicious!" You protested. "I just don't want my sister setting me up on blind dates. That's normal!"

Across the table, Sana was trying very hard not to laugh, taking a long sip of her drink to hide her smile. You glared at her subtly, and she had the audacity to wink.

"What about you, Sana-unnie?" Dahyun asked innocently. "You've been single for a while. Maybe we should set you up with someone too!"

Sana choked on her drink.

You reached across the table to pat her back, perhaps more enthusiastically than strictly necessary, which only made things worse because now everyone was watching both of you with interest.

"I'm... I'm fine" Sana managed, still coughing slightly. "Just went down the wrong way."

"You should be more careful, unnie" you said, perhaps too tenderly, because Nayeon was now looking between you with narrowed eyes.

"You two are acting weird" your sister declared.

"No, we're not" you and Sana said simultaneously, then looked at each other in horror.

"See! Weird!" Nayeon pointed at you both accusingly. "What's going on?"

"Nothing!" you said.

"Y/N-chan is just very caring" Sana added, which was technically true but delivered in a way that made it sound incredibly suspicious.

Mina, who had been quietly observing the whole exchange, smiled into her napkin. You were definitely getting exposed tonight.

Thankfully, the server arrived with food, distracting everyone from the interrogation. You caught Sana's eye across the table and she gave you a small, apologetic smile. You smiled back, thinking about how worth it all of this sneaking around was if it meant being with her.

-

The following Saturday, Nayeon had scheduled a movie night at her apartment and somehow you'd been roped into helping set up. You were in the kitchen preparing snacks when you heard the doorbell.

"Can you get that, Y/N?" Nayeon called from her bedroom. "It's probably one of the members!"

You opened the door to find Sana standing there, looking unfairly gorgeous in a simple sweater and jeans, her hair falling in soft waves around her shoulders.

"Hi" she breathed, her eyes lighting up at the sight of you.

"Hi yourself" you said, unable to stop yourself from smiling like an idiot.

"Is Nayeon-unnie here?"

"She's in her room. We probably have like thirty seconds” you said, glancing behind you to make sure the coast was clear.

That was all the invitation Sana needed. She stepped inside, quickly closing the door behind her, and pulled you into a swift, sweet kiss that made your toes curl.

"Missed you” she murmured against your lips.

"It's been two days" you laughed softly, but you were already leaning in for another kiss.

"Too long" Sana insisted and who were you to argue?

You were so caught up in each other that you didn't hear the bedroom door open, didn't hear the footsteps approaching, didn't hear anything until—

"WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING IN MY KITCHEN?!"

You and Sana sprang apart so fast that Sana stumbled backward into the door and you nearly knocked over the bowl of popcorn.

Nayeon stood in the doorway, eyes wide, mouth hanging open, looking between you and Sana like she was trying to solve a complex mathematical equation.

"Unnie! I can explain" you started.

"Nayeon-unnie, it's not actually what it looks like!" Sana tried.

"My sister. You're kissing MY SISTER." Nayeon's voice was getting progressively higher. "MY BABY SISTER. SANA, SHE'S MY BABY SISTER!"

"I'm twenty-two!" you protested, which was probably not the most important point to address at the moment.

"How long?" Nayeon demanded, looking between you both with narrowed eyes. "How long has this been going on?"

You and Sana exchanged glances. "Six months" you admitted quietly.

"SIX MONTHS?!" If Nayeon's voice got any higher, only dogs would be able to hear her. "You've been secretly dating for six months and nobody told me?!"

"Well, we were trying to keep it secret" Sana said reasonably. "So technically, the plan was that nobody would tell you."

"That's not helping, Sana" you hissed.

The doorbell rang again and you all froze.

"That's the other members" Nayeon said, her voice dangerous calm now, which was somehow worse than the yelling. "We're not done with this conversation. But right now, we're going to go watch this movie and you two are going to sit on OPPOSITE sides of the room, and then after everyone leaves, we're going to have a very long talk about this."

She pointed at you. "You—living room, couch, far left side."

Then at Sana. "You—living room, couch, far right side."

She opened the door to let in Jihyo, Momo and Dahyun, all while maintaining an expression that promised future interrogation.

The movie night was possibly the most awkward experience of your life. You sat on your designated side of the couch, Sana sat on hers and Nayeon sat directly between you like a referee at a boxing match.

"Unnie, why are you sitting like that?" Momo asked, confused by Nayeon's rigid posture.

"No reason.” Nayeon said through gritted teeth.

Halfway through the movie, Sana tried to subtly move closer to grab more popcorn, and Nayeon physically blocked her with an outstretched arm.

"Nayeon-unnie, what are you doing?" Jihyo asked, now also looking concerned.

"NOTHING. I'M DOING NOTHING. JUST MAKING SURE EVERYONE HAS ENOUGH SPACE."

By the end of the movie, all the members were giving the three of you strange looks, but mercifully, no one asked any more questions.

After everyone left, Nayeon made you and Sana sit on the couch, still on opposite ends, while she paced back and forth in front of you like a lawyer delivering a closing argument.

"Unnie..." you tried.

"Nobody knew? None of the members?"

"Jihyo might suspect something" Sana offered helpfully.

Nayeon stopped pacing and turned to face you both. "Okay. Okay. I need to ask the important questions." She pointed at Sana. "What are your intentions with my sister?"

"Unnie!" you protested, mortified.

"Shh. Adults are talking."

"I'm literally an adult!"

"SANA. Answer the question."

Sana sat up straighter and you could see her slipping into serious mode. "I love her” she said simply, and your heart skipped a beat because while you'd said it to each other in private, hearing her say it in front of Nayeon made it feel more real somehow. "I love Y/N. I want to be with her. I'm serious about this, about her. I know she's your sister and you want to protect her, but I promise you, Nayeon-unnie, I would never hurt her."

The room was silent for a moment. You could see your sister's expression softening despite her best efforts to maintain her stern facade.

"And you?" Nayeon turned to you. "How do you feel?"

"I love her too." you said quietly, reaching across the couch to take Sana's hand, not caring anymore if Nayeon saw. "I'm happy, unnie. Really happy."

Nayeon sighed deeply, running a hand through her hair. "I can't believe this is happening. One of my members. You had to fall for one of my members."

"If it helps, she has a great personality?" you offered.

"And she's very beautiful" Sana added.

She came to sit between you both, looking at each of you in turn. "I'm still processing this. And I'm definitely still mad that you kept this from me for six months."

"We're sorry” you both said in unison.

"But," Nayeon continued, "I can see that you care about each other. And Sana, I know you. I trust you. Which is the only reason I'm not completely losing my mind right now."

"So... you're okay with this?" you asked hopefully.

"I'm getting there" Nayeon said. "But there are going to be rules."

"Rules?" Sana asked nervously.

"Rule number one: No kissing in front of me. I don't care if you're in love, I don't need to see that."

"Fair" you agreed.

"Rule number two: You have to tell me if there are any problems. I'm both your sister and Sana's teammate, so I need to know if anything goes wrong."

"We can do that" Sana said.

"And rule number three: If you hurt my sister” Nayeon looked at Sana seriously, "I will make your life very difficult. I know where you sleep. I know your schedule. I can and will be a nightmare."

"Understood" Sana said, trying not to smile.

"And Y/N" Nayeon turned to you, "if you hurt Sana, I'll also make your life difficult because she's one of my best friends and I care about her too."

"I would never" you promised.

Nayeon looked between you both one more time, then sighed dramatically. "I can't believe I'm saying this, but... you have my blessing. Or whatever. Don't make me regret this."

You launched yourself at your sister, wrapping her in a tight hug. "Thank you, unnie!"

"Yeah, yeah" Nayeon patted your back. "Just remember rule number one starting now because if I see any - OH MY GOD, ARE YOU ALREADY KISSING?!"

You pulled away from where you'd immediately gravitated to Sana the moment the hug ended. "Sorry!"

"This is going to take some getting used to" Nayeon muttered, but she was smiling now. "Okay, get out, both of you. Go on your date or whatever. I need to process this alone."

You and Sana didn't need to be told twice. You grabbed your jackets and headed for the door, hands intertwined.

"And Y/N?" Nayeon called out just as you were leaving.

"Yeah?"

"I'm happy for you. Really." Her smile was genuine now, if still a bit overwhelmed. "Just... text me when you get home, okay?"

"I will" you promised.

As you and Sana stepped out into the cool evening air, finally able to hold hands freely without looking over your shoulders, Sana turned to you with a grin.

"Well, that went better than expected."

"She threatened to make your life a nightmare." you pointed out.

"But she gave us her blessing first" Sana countered. "I'm counting it as a win."

You laughed, pulling her close. "I love you."

"I love you too" Sana said, kissing you softly. "Even if dating you comes with the world's most protective older sister."

"Hey, you signed up for this when you fell for Im Nayeon's little sister."

"Best decision I ever made" Sana said and kissed you again.

From the window of her apartment, Nayeon watched you both walk away, shaking her head with a smile. She pulled out her phone and opened the TWICE group chat.

NAYEON: You guys will NEVER believe what just happened.

JIHYO: We know.

NAYEON: What do you mean you know?!

JIHYO: We've known for months. We were wondering when you'd figure it out.

NAYEON: I HATE ALL OF YOU.

But she was smiling as she typed it, thinking that maybe this secret relationship might work out after all.

[sour4cherries]

AAAAACK THIS WAS SO CUTE

had me hooked at nayeon's little sister and ive been with sana for 6 months........ life couldn't be better 😎

[wkwksoulgi]

Okay I’m super loving the Sana series you have going on

Could you do a fic of Sana in another occupation (maybe something like a first responder job?.??) Like imagine muscly Sana all geared up…and not lift 3 by 7 LMAO

|| your angel star blazed into smoke, my soul is yours

firefighter!minatozaki sana x fem!reader ; light angst, fluff

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synopsis: your biggest fear comes true: being stuck in an elevator. so as you agonizingly wait for help to arrive, with minutes feeling like hours, the door finally opens, revealing a super hot woman firefighter.

tw: fear of elevators, slight panic attack, mention of claustrophobia

a/n: guys, i was literally blushing and giggling the whole time i wrote this...LIKE HELLO??? YES FIREFIGHTER SANA PLS COME SAVE ME!!! ahem, anyway...wonderful request anon!! im allergic to proofreading...

wc: 3.2k

you have always been afraid of elevators ever since you were little. not because of how it gets claustrophobic quickly with the swarm of people getting into it at once, nor the fear of how high the small compartment can take you, but rather, it breaking down with you being trapped in it.

it's been an irrational fear of yours, one that you don't feel too proud of sharing. especially since you'll have to take the stairs most of the time at your office, which sucks since it'll mean you'll have to walk up and down numerous flights of stairs just to get documents passed.

so, the concrete steps of all buildings you've ever been to have been your best friend for years, until today.

a headache has already been forming since the afternoon after lunch, when your floor manager wanted you to fix an urgent matter on a document by tomorrow. and as you look over the spreadsheet, the matter at hand was much worse than you initially had thought, forcing you to work overtime to fix the blaring error.

you hear shuffling next to you, peering over to see your coworker packing up her bag, organizing the pile of freshly printed papers and stashing them away in her cabinet.

"hey, you up for a friday drink with momo and i tonight? i heard a new bar opened up in gangnam. my treat!"

you turn your head over to her, face already sulking because not only do you have to stay and get the mistake fixed, but you're also missing out on free drinks!

"sorry, jeongie, i have to stay behind tonight to finish this up. mina wants it done by tomorrow at 10am sharp. could you like, tell your girlfriend to be more lenient on her fellow workmate, who’s also her good friend? put in a good word for me, will you?"

jeongyeon reciprocates your pout, giving you words of encouragement before she pats you on your back,

"sorry, man, no can do! i'm afraid i'd be sleeping on the couch if that happens. good luck, though! let's do it next weekend, i'll force momo to pay!" she cackles evilly as she heads out, bidding you a goodbye before calling up momo.

you sigh begrudgingly as you continue typing away on your computer, eyes straining from how long you've been staring at the goddamn screen.

a few hours later, you finally forward mina the finished document, restraining yourself from cursing her out in the email (she wouldn't mind anyway. you're her best worker, yet. don't tell jeongyeon this).

cleaning up your workplace, you head out to the end of the hallway, towards the door leading to the staircase, heels echoing with every step. as you got closer, you were able to make out the words on the piece of paper —that was poorly taped—slapped on the door:

[Keycard access is unavailable for all doors leading to the stairs. Maintenance is working on it. Doors are locked. Please use the elevator for the time being.]

are we fucking serious right now?

out of all the days it chose to be broken, it chose the day you were working overtime, with barely a ghost in the building.

deciding whether to call security to escort you down or not, a person walks toward the elevator, pressing the down button. you see the radiance of hope flash before your eyes, nearly sprinting to catch up with the person going into the lift.

as you get in, you let out a sigh, greeting the stranger quickly before turning to press the button to the ground floor. you shakily lean back against the railing, eyes darting around before you realize the person is not going to the first floor with you, but rather to the sixth floor...meaning you'll be left in the elevator, alone, for five floors.

you were torn about whether to ask the person to go down with you, but before you could say anything, the elevator dinged, the doors opened, and the person had already gotten out, disappearing as they turned the corner.

oh my god. phew, it's okay. it's only five floors. it'll only take like ten seconds max, no need to worry.

the elevator door closes again, the rumbling sound accompanies the ringing in your ears, so much louder than it was before.

until the light slowly dims, and the lift lets out a sound that no elevator should make—wrong, unfamiliar, broken, unsettling. then, everything stopped.

no, no, no, this cannot be happening!

you quickly jab your fingers to the 'open door' button, but nothing happens, swiftly moving to the emergency button. you hit it repeatedly until the ring light around the 'SOS' button lights up, a voice coming through the intercom.

"hello?"

"yes, yes— hello? can you hear me?" your voice wavers as you answer, anxiety seeping through.

"yes, i can hear you. is everything alright on your end?"

"no—, i-i the elevator is down...and i'm stuck."

"alright, we'll have the firefighter department over immediately. please just sta—y in o—ne spo—"

the line started to become static between sentences until it cut off completely, making you panic even further upon the silence overtaking the suffocating air.

"h-hello? are you still there?"

silence.

you pressed the emergency button again, fingers going numb.

"hello? can anyone hear me?"

silence again.

you let out an unsteady breath, slowly sitting down on the floor with your back against the cold metal wall, knees drawn up to your chest. you suddenly remembered about your phone, pulling it out only to almost let out a sob as you see the red battery icon in the corner: 1%.

just your luck.

you swallow hard, throat dry. closing your eyes, you hug your legs tighter against your chest, trying to slow down your breathing. but it doesn't get any better because your thoughts keep pulling that irrational and stubborn fear, plaguing your mind: stuck in an elevator. trapped and alone. cables will snap. lift is going to shake. it'll plunge down, and the metals will crush and—

your chest tightens slowly, insidiously even. each inhale feels shallower than the last, as if the air itself is thinning.

"no..." you murmur to yourself, shaking your head, "no, no, no, don't panic. not right now."

but panic doesn't ask for permission; it surges selfishly, making your hands tremble as your palms press against your thighs, trying to ground yourself.

you check your wristwatch constantly, barely seeing how much time has passed with the dim lights flickering now and then. it has been twenty minutes, feeling almost like twenty hours instead.

you need to get out now. you tilt your head back against the wall, forcing yourself to inhale deeply—but the air feels wrong, too warm, too stale. your chest rises and falls too fast, your heartbeat pounding loudly in your ears.

you try to think of rainbows and sunshines, anything to stop yourself from going into a full-blown panic attack: your cat waiting in your apartment by the door, your mother's home-cooked meals steaming whenever you visit home, even recalculating the errors you saw in the spreadsheet from earlier.

and then, a creaking sound. faint at first—metallic—then nearer, causing you to freeze up.

you hear muffled voices from the other side, hope sparking so suddenly it almost hurts.

"h-hello?" you call out, voice scratchy and small. you try again, louder and clearer this time, "hello! i'm in here!"

then—

"hey! we hear you! just hang on tight, alright?" the voice was slightly suppressed by the metal doors, but it was light and airy—gentle, a woman.

something in your chest loosens instantly, the knot of anxiety finally unraveling.

"please—please, hurry..." your voice trembles despite your attempt at steadiness.

"we got you," the voice calls back, steady and reassuring, "we're working on it right now, okay? you'll be out in no time."

the door barely slid open, slim fingers gripping it tightly as it pushed harder. a strained grunt was released on the other side, creaking the doors open inch by inch.

"hey park, i got it from here! could you go make sure the power crew got it going, please?" a rushed 'got it' was heard before booted footsteps cladded away.

another groan was heard, the doors opening wider as the hallway's lights shine through. a sharp scrape of the firefighter's boots sounded, making you wince from the screech. you notice that the elevator hovered halfway between floors, the doors misaligned with the entrance, leaving a jagged gap you would have to squeeze through.

"alright, almost there...you still with me?" there was a light tremor in her exhale as she finally forced the metal pieces to open completely, light slashing into the elevator’s floor, revealing the woman's silhouette framed like a hero stepping into the scene.

"yes..." for a moment, your brain doesn't process it.

all you can see is contrast.

dark uniform, with bright reflective stripes. a helmet and gloves were thrown on the ground. the woman's face is slightly flushed from exertion as she peers up at you—eyes warm, focused, concerned, and beautiful. her hair is in a messy low ponytail with a few strands clinging to her sweaty neck.

"hey, let's get you out of there. is it alright if i catch you jumping down? it is quite a high drop, and you're in heels." her voice is different from up close, soft enough to soothe yet firm enough to ground.

and something about that—about the way she keeps giving you control, even when you feel like you have none—makes your chest tighten.

you nod, taking a deep breath as she reaches out her arms for you.

"ready? watch your head." she murmurs.

anchoring yourself behind with your hand, you slide out of the opening, plopping right into the firefighter's arm with a soft gasp. one of her arms is secured tightly around your back, the other lodges beneath your knees, the rustle of her uniform gliding gently on your clothes. you can feel her muscles tensing against your body, getting them to work again as she takes a sharp inhale.

she carries you out effortlessly, as if you weighed nothing, letting out a soft grunt as she bends her knees to let you down.

another surprised gasp escapes your mouth as your feet touch the ground, your hands instinctively clutching tighter at the front of her uniform.

"you're shaking." her voice was steady, laced with concern right near your ear.

before you could say anything, your breath begins to pick up quickly and shallowly again, vision closing in as it slowly gets darker.

"hey—miss! stay with me now!" she suddenly engulfs you in a hug, bringing you down with her as your legs gave out. a hand of hers strokes your head slowly—her touch is firm but gentle, secure without being overwhelming—while she whispers calmly, telling you to take deep breaths with her.

"easy...there you go. can we do that again? in...slow...and out...slow...good job!"

your chest began to follow her rhythm. each whisper was deliberate, each pause intentional, directions that didn’t feel like an order—it felt like care. the tremble in your body began to fade, your breath deepening into something steadier, safer.

as you open your eyes slowly, your gaze meets up with hers, eye-to-eye, nose barely touching each other's. you pull back abruptly, hands on her chest to push her away, almost falling backwards if it weren't for her hand on your back, steadying you.

"wow, there now. i don't want you to get a concussion, too." she teases. you feel your face burning up, chest heaving as your grip on her uniform loosens.

she gets up, a hand stretching out towards you, open and patient. you pull a hand out, her fingers brushing yours before curling around your palm—grip steady, grounding, reassuring, and strong.

"thank you...for getting me," your voice cracks on the last word. to embarrass yourself even further, your legs wobble again, causing her hand to once again make it to your back in time, pushing you flush against her.

her gaze meets yours, even closer this time. the softness in her eyes. the faint flush still dusting her cheeks. the way her expression has shifted from professional to something just a little more personal. how unfair of her to look so stunning.

"you're welcome! thank you for letting me rescue...it's not every day that i save someone as ridiculously pretty as you." she says it sincerely, like a cool fire lusting for your rain, with a hint of playfulness.

you blush immensely, clearing your throat softly as you glance away for just a second before looking back at her.

"flirty much…i bet you say that to every person you save, no?" you soon realize the position you're in, arms tucked between the two of you, a hand of the woman on your back while her other one is in her pocket.

"hm, no, never. i've never flirted with anybody else besides you." her smirk is sly, confidence blowing like a fiery pit.

two can play this game!

"bold of you to assume i'm single, hm?"

instantly, she backs away, flustered, eyes going wide before putting both of her hands in the air. they clap together, her upper body bowing in a ninety degree angle.

"i'm—i'm incredibly sorry! i didn't mean to..." you bubbled out a laugh, light and mischievous, a bit guilty. her confused face makes you laugh harder.

"you're so cute. i'm sorry i didn't mean to joke like that. i'm as single as i can be, my knight in shining armor...or shall i say, firefighter in neon armor...?" the woman flushes brighter in crimson red, fingers comically waving around trying to understand the situation at hand.

"you—you're such a tease! i was worried for a second that i was being a home-wrecker!"

you chuckle, a finger coming up to wipe away a stray tear. how cute.

"so…what are you planning to do now that you know i'm single, ms. firefighter?"

the woman briefly looks away, a hand coming up to the back of neck, looking sheepishly adorable. her mouth was in a massive pout as she says her next words,

"could i get your number, please?"

"hm? what was that? sorry, my ears are still ringing from earlier. come again, please?" you teasingly turn your ear towards her, coming closer, eyelashes fluttering. before you could look back at her, you let out a shriek, your back was suddenly against the wall with both of her arms beside your head.

"stop teasing me, miss," she said suddenly, voice low and firm with a slight growl. your heart skipped a beat as her gaze bore into yours, intense.

her fingers brushed a stray lock of your hair behind your ear, lingering just a moment too long. "i...i can’t handle you teasing me like that,” she murmured, voice softer now, almost breathless. “so how about…we make this simpler? your number, please?" your teasing grin faltered slightly under her gaze as you nodded, mesmerized by the chocolate swirls of her eyes.

she pats around her pant pockets, cheeks tinged pink as she searches for her phone.

"here..." handing you her phone, she shifts around nervously, hand coming up to her hair tie to pull it out, letting her brown silky locks cascade down her shoulders—the faint smell of her shampoo wafts through. she bites the hair tie in between her teeth before pulling her hair into a bun, twirling it then tying it after with practiced ease—casual, yet captivating.

your fingers shake as you put in your number and name, adding a bracketed phrase next to the contact: (someone you won’t forget).

you hand back her phone, in which she took with glee, eyes scanning at your contact name. she whispers your name to herself, testing it, having it linger against her tongue like smoke in the air. she tells you her name as well, "i'm sana!" her slight squishy cheeks dusting even further as you whisper it in red breaths. what a sweet-sounding and cute name. just like her.

you smiled widely, giving her an okay sign before you realized that your own phone was nowhere to be seen.

"i think my bag is still in the elevator..."

"oh! let me get that for you, then!"

she turns around in an instant, going over to the lift to find your stuff. the back of her uniform had her last name on it, neon lettering spelling out 'minatozaki,' the department name right on top.

tiptoeing with the help of a jump, she reaches in, hand coming out, clutching your bag.

her smile was big and warm as she handed it back to you, giddy in ways that make your heart flip.

"thank you..."

"yeah, anytime!" she nods, crouching down to pick up her gloves and helmet from the ground.

you let out a long sigh, the weight of the day finally landing heavily on your shoulders.

"are you feeling alright?" her voice was a soft current, carrying a weight of worry that made your chest feel like flowers were blooming right inside it, "if not, i can fetch a taxi for you. i would take you home, but i'm on duty until tomorrow morning..." her hand comes up to your shoulder, rubbing smooth circles, easing the tension almost immediately.

"i'm alright, just super drained. i'll be okay on my way back home..." your lips curl slightly afterwards turning into a teasing smile, "we haven't even gone on a date yet, and you already want to know where i live?"

sana's eyes widen immediately, pouty lips getting ready to defend herself.

"what—?! y-you know that's not what i meant...!" she whines, stomping her boots.

"i know. you're just so easy to tease, sana."

"hmph!" her lips form a thin line before turning into a cute frown. she opens her mouth to get ready to say something else, before she was cut off by her walkie-talkie clipped on her breast pocket.

"minatozaki, you got the person out? over."

"yes, hyo. could you notify the crew to turn off the power? keycard access for stairs are out. we can start heading back to the station after that. over."

"copy."

you eye her with admiration, mouth slightly agape at such professionalism and confidence she exudes when in her element. oh my.

sana slips the device back in its place, pocketing her gloves and shoving the helmet under her arm. the lights go out right after, causing the emergency ones to stay on. as you both make your way towards the stairs, you can't help but stare at sana.

"you're hot." you air out, causing her to burst out laughing—full of mirth as her eyes crinkle—the sound spilling over contagiously and impossible to ignore.

"oh, please, pretty girl. let's not get too ahead of ourselves, now,” she glances over, lips in a cunning smirk, “your legs were a bit shaky earlier, do you want a piggyback ride downstairs? you'll be able to cling onto me even closer than before.”

"you wish!"

her giggles echo through the stairwell, dancing off the walls as she intertwines both of your hands together.

maybe getting stuck wasn't the worst thing that could have happened after all.

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