#misana

[otwicepairing]

2na/∞ 250927

[kttyzyo]

⋆˚࿔ NOT MY TYPE

༯ pairing : minatozaki sana x myoui mina

synopsis : sana’s known for her playgirl, use ‘em and lose ‘em persona. but what happens when she decides to mess with the wrong girl?

༯ content : long-shot. smut & fluff. omegaverse. non idol au. internalized.. patriarchy?? idek how to describe it. mentioned nahyo because I love them and it’s my fic. alpha! sana x alpha! mina. playgirl! sana. mutual pining. 'mating'. talking of breeding. anal. fingering. hands free cumming. hung! mina. puppy talk. brief dry humping. spit as lube. and so much more :)

note : let it be known the request was as long as mina’s dick. I was sooooooooo nervous to write this and mess it up, so hopefully anon likes it..!

the familiar sound of her apartment door shutting makes a sigh leave sana's lips. she presses further into her now less warm bed, seeking the fleeting embrace for however many seconds she has left. and then she groans, reaching up to rub her tired eyes as reality sinks in anyway. the third one this week had left upon realizing the lack of a mating mark. that's how it always was.

pushing up, sana grunts as she stretches her back, feeling fresh scratches shift and ache. "gah..-" a soft whine at the pain. the alpha pouts, standing and moving to the nearest mirror. "you've got to be kidding me..."

she makes a comment toward her phone, watching the generative assistant light up her screen before completing her request. within minutes, her best friend's voice fills the room. "yah. it's eight am, where are you?"

"how do you cover up...one, two- seven scratches?" she chews her bottom lip before answering the question herself. "short sleeve. thank you jihyo~"

"another one? really, sana?" jihyo's voice teeters the line of pity and disappointment. like a parent after you show a bad grade. "is that why you're so late? everyone is here already."

"relax," sana murmurs, bending and grabbing a random shirt off her floor. she slips it on with a sigh, pawing for pants. "I'm only..what? twenty minutes late? not my fault she took so long to leave."

jihyo says nothing, instead fussing on the other end at something nayeon was doing. in the meantime, sana shuffle on her pants and ties them shut, grabbing a tiny bit of perfume to underlay her scent. she slides on her shoes and jostles her hair, grabbing said phone and raising it as jihyo finally answers. "who was it this time?"

sana shrugs as if the younger could see her, grabbing her keys. "I dunno. some first year I think."

"a first year?" nayeon scoffs into jihyo's phone. "run out of seniors already?"

sana rolls her eyes. "for the most part. plus, first years don't know anything about my-"

"reputation." they both answer simultaneously.

sana smirks to herself, exiting her apartment and locking the door. "yeah, that." she jogs down her stairs and out to the parking lot, wincing at the sun as she finds her car. "so, are we at the usual spot?"

"yeah. but you can't sit with momo and them today, mina decided to join this time." jihyo mumbles. "you can sit with me and nayeon."

"okay~ see you there."

"byeeee."

sana ends the call, slipping her phone away as she gets in her car with an interested hum. mina was there? the girl was basically a ghost in the friend group, and despite being in her fourth year of college she swore she only saw her a handful of times. she never attended the groups study sessions unless she was really free, which peaked the alpha's interest.

and, now that she thought about it. she didn't know mina's role if you will.

interesting indeed, sana thought. it would be fun to see how this went.

_

"there you are."

a small chastise from jeongyeon as sana slips over to the table, awkwardly brushing past others before taking her seat. she leans back, flicking her hair over her shoulder and purposefully pushing out her scent the way she always did.

jeongyeon huffs, and Infront of her nayeon leans on her hand. "really looking for any excuse to find a new omega, hm?"

sana merely shrugs in response, reaching down in her bag and tugging out her laptop. she places it Infront of her - mimicking the other girls at the large table as she opens it and opens up her most recent overdue project. her eyes, however, flit across the table - at the mysterious mina. an interesting girl indeed.

her hair was jagged and short, flush against her face but still retaining fluff in the back. her eyes focused on her assignment...her skin pale and bite free. sana swallows softly, eyeing her neck. that damn neck. long and beautiful and - damn.

maybe she found her new omega after all. and coincidentally, the seat Infront of her was empty.

sana stands, ignoring the looks she gets from the trio at her side of the table. she takes her time walking across, before plopping down Infront of mina and leaning on her hand.

mina looks up, slightly startled, though at the sight of sana a soft flush forms on her face.

"we haven't talked much." sana speaks. beside them, dahyun and momo were a bit too distracted by their couples dispute. perfect. sana stretches over a hand. "minatozaki sana."

a soft smile forms on mina's face. "I know who you are."

"friends of friends," sana waves. "you don't know me."

mina hums. "no, I suppose I don't." she takes sana's hand with a gentle shake. "myoui mina."

sana takes her time with the handshake, allowing her claws to slightly trace over the pulse point of mina's wrist. the darker haired girl swallows softly, squinting at sana. "what are you majoring in?" sana murmurs.

"game design and development.." mina murmurs softly, as if it embarrassed her.

sana catches this, tilting her head to the side with a playful glint in her eyes. "soooo...pretty and smart? what a steal."

mina's cheeks blaze again, and she chuckles, shaking her head and looking down at her assignment. still, her eyes peek up at sana. "you're a flirt, hm?"

"the one and only." sana comments smugly, finally slipping her hand from the youngers and watching her eyes fall to the lack of touch. "I think... I want to take you out to dinner. this Friday, after exams?"

mina chews on her bottom lip, humming. "...I think i'll take you up on that."

"it's a date, then."

-

"I don't think i've ever seen you this frazzled."

sana huffs. the days flew by quickly - too quickly for her liking. and now her date with mina was today and she had next to no idea what she was going to wear, or say. "i'm not frazzled. I'm just - she's a lot different than the others."

jihyo hums softly. "she definitely is different. I didn't think you'd be so..open. y'know?"

a soft huff comes from the older as the raising a shirt to her chest and hums, slipping it on. "she's gorgeous. i've never gone after anyone like her."

"yeah, your track record definitely proves that."

sana purses her lips, making a face of slight worry. "you think the others will think i'm crazy?"

the brunette is quick to shake her head, even from her bed. her hands fly quickly through her phone - most likely texting nayeon, sana thinks. "no way. you know they wouldn't care."

"hm." sana looks back at herself in the mirror, and softly fluffs her hair a bit. "alright, I think i'm ready."

"great because nayeon is five seconds from having a breakdown." jihyo stands and grabs her keys, walking out of the room with sana following quickly behind. the two make their way out of jihyo's apartment and outside, to her car parked securely outside. they jump in, with sana stealing the aux almost immediately.

"thanks for driving me, by the way."

jihyo adjusts her mirror, quietly pulling out of her space. "yeah no problem, just-" she sighs, eyeing the road as she drives. "mina is... really different from anyone else you've messed with, you know? be careful."

"you act like she's a monster." sana snorts, picking at her nails.

jihyo shoots her a look. "you know what I mean. just that she's not a-"

"oh I love this song!"

the younger sighs as she leans back into her seat, shaking her head as sana bends to turn the radio up. the drive is short and talking is minimum besides jihyo's brief mentions of nayeon, and eventually they arrive at the meeting spot. and despite being a good ten minutes early, mina already stands outside, softly scrolling through her phone.

sana sputters, shouting a thanks to jihyo as she practically falls out of her car, rushing over. "mina! you're- early. how long have you been waiting?"

mina presses the pads of her fingers to her lips to suppress a soft chuckle. "not long at all, I actually just got here." she glances as jihyo drives off - nayeon's voice filling in the speaker and signifying a call between the two. "jihyo was your ride?"

"I...don't drive." sana murmurs, her cheeks burning a bit as she takes in mina's appearance.

despite the casualness of her restaurant pick, mina was dressed beautifully. her hair was styled, her makeup just right, and the way she wore her outfit should've been criminal. damnit all. sana swallows thickly. "you..wanna head in?"

"sure," mina chuckles, nodding off to the doors.

sana falls into step beside her, and the two make their way inside. as mentioned, the overall vibe of the restaurant is very relaxed, with only a bit of business. sana tries her best to stay calm, despite the intense beating in her heart. it was so odd - no other omega had ever caused her to feel like this.

"two, please. for minatozaki." the hostess meets sana with knowing eyes, glancing over at mina before nodding and showing them off to their seats.

once they're seated, mina chuckles as she looks at the menu. "do you bring all your girls here or something?"

"no." yes. "only you."

mina's face grows a hue brighter, and she shakes her head, murmuring offhandedly before eyeing the menu a lot closer. sana pretends not to see, but deep down a hint of pride swells at the sight. adorable, absolutely.

"so..ah," mina clears her throat. "what are you getting?"

smooth.

maybe she's not so different, sana thinks to herself, a classic omega.

easy to fluster, easy to break.

but maybe, she'd just take her time with this one.

-

"you're kidding, right?" mina chuckles, her arm occasionally bumping into sana's as they walk. "white chocolate is like- the worst. how could you think that was best?"

"hey," sana chuckles, practically buzzing. "white chocolate has never done me wrong."

"hm, right, right." a soft snicker leaves the younger as they walk, the city lights being the only thing keeping either illuminated. the date was supposed to end after dinner with sana taking her over to her place for 'stress relief' but in all the fun, she forgot to even ask.

the night was cool, and honestly?

it was the most fun sana had had in months.

partner after partner, omega after omega, and yet none of them had been as fun as mina.

it was almost curious.

"okay, how about this. stay in bed all day..or explore the city?" sana smiled, gesturing to the warm glow of the city before them.

mina hummed. "although this is a nice view," she teased. "I much prefer being in bed. especially if it's hot out, ugh. why would I wanna suffer outside when I could be in the AC, with my switch?"

a snort leaves sana. "seriously? and you think im nuts. yeah okay, that's just crazy."

mina laughs softly behind her hand, shaking her head. sana uses the chance to slip her free one in her own, lacing their fingers. a soft blush takes over her face, the pair quieting as they walk.

"I don't, um," mina stops, making sana stop too. "..do this."

"this?"

"this." she gestures softly between the pair. "dates, flirting...walks. I haven't been with someone before, you know. more of a...wait on your mate, type."

sana softens, because how couldn't she. mina's honesty wasn't the first confession she'd heard from an omega, a lot were like that. but it somehow felt...different.

she swallowed, giving a tiny squeeze back. "...I get that?"

"yeah?" mina smiled slightly. "honestly I didn't think you were serious when you first asked me out. I..no offense, I've heard the...stuff, about you. I almost said no - I didn't think you'd be so..open minded."

sana sputtered. "wah- i-"

awkwardly, she reaches to rub the back of her neck. "..why does everyone keep saying that..? you're no different from the other girls i've talked to." she pauses and smiles, bumping her arm against mina's. "plus, you're cute."

mina's cheeks flair, and she looks away, shaking her head. "...silly girl."

her scent spikes, and sana hums. it was pleasant, oddly enough, but smelling it made her own instincts flare up. curious indeed.

-

"and we have another date this saturday," sana sighed, leaning on her hand. barely two weeks had passed of talking to mina - and the girl was already swooned. practical heart eyes no matter what, and frankly, her friends were rather shocked. nayeon in particular, who shook her head in slight disbelief.

"I still just...can't believe it." nayeon shakes her head, glancing at jihyo who shrugs, focused on her work. "I mean..really. you and mina - and more than one date too?"

sana's cheeks burn, and she glances down at her phone. "i-"

as if on cue, her screen lights with a message.

m ♡ ︎: my class just ended, I'll be there soon :)

she can't hide the smile that forms, as she quickly types back a response - snapping a quick photo of herself and watching as mina reads and hearts it as soon as it gets delivered. her heart warms faintly, and she looks up to see nayeon in awe.

"you like her!"

"i- no! it's just-!" even jihyo looks up, watching as her friend's face heats an exceptional degree. "she's just- cool."

"yeah," jihyo snorts, shaking her head and looking back down. "cool. you know it's okay to like someone, right?"

"I dont-! whatever." she huffs, forcing her eyes down at her phone again.

...though she swipes slowly through her messages over the past several days of talking with mina. the photos shared, the chatter about their dates, staying up late - facetime calls...damnit, she was in deep. but she couldn't help it.

"i'm honestly happy for you," nayeon leans on her hand. "I guess the others really were the issue, huh? who would've known you'd find your one within the same dynamic class."

sana hums, sliding through the messages and - wait.

her head shoots up. "what?"

"it's really nice, honestly." jihyo. "how open minded you are."

sana stares in slight shock.

it's really nice how open minded you are.

i didn't expect you to be so open minded.

she's so different from the other girls.

you're no different.

open minded.

"holy shit," she breathes, making jihyo look up - both she and nayeon eyeing her in confusion. "...holy shit."

"what's wrong with you?" nayeon murmurs, before grinning. "ohhh, I see. finally realize you do like her, huh?" she and jihyo share a soft laugh before sana shakes her head instantly.

"n-no! no way, she's...she's an alpha?" the word is thick like tar on her tongue, and she reels back, standing. nayeon and jihyo both frown - before realization dawns.

"you didn't know?"

"no I didn't know!" the door to the small cafe dings. the two Infront of sana quiet instantly, as she grabs her bag. "I never would have asked her out if I knew that! I can't- I can't be with an alpha thats-! that's just- wrong."

"wrong...?"

the brunette reals, finding mina with an expression of hurt, surprise and pain all in one. in her hand, a tiny gift bag. she whispers softly. "why would you say that..?"

her voice is small. so damn small, and a part of sana almost wants to take back her harsh words but- instead they hurl out. "why didn't you tell me you're an alpha?"

"I.." her bottom lip trembles slightly. "...I didn't think you'd care-"

"are you kidding?" sana shakes her head. "why would I want to be with an alpha when i'm one myself? thats- that's against nature! I mean, you can't breed or-"

mina's brows furrow slightly. "you told me you didn't care about that stuff-"

"sana-" another voice- nayeon.

"of course I do! I only wanted that in the first place!"

silence. mina's breath hitches slightly, and she looks down as tears cloud her gaze, and for a brief moment, sana wants to take back her words. there's the sound of a bag zipping shut, and her arm is roughly grabbed. she turns- jihyo faces her with an angry glare.

"go. car, now."

sana looks back at and finds mina sniffling, as nayeon moves to comfort her. guilt wells in her heart but- she grips her bag and grits her teeth, rushing out of the cafe. she beelines for jihyo's car and listens as it beeps from jihyo inside. the door is roughly jerked open and sana slips in- shutting it roughly behind her. there, she buries her head in her hands.

it's a few long minutes before jihyo joins her, silently getting in but not starting up the car. sana forces herself to change position, glaring outside with her hand slightly over her mouth as jihyo swallows.

"...you're so damn childish, sana." the words make sana growl, but jihyo shoots it down with her own. "dont start with me. you are fucking pathetic - berating a girl in public because of the role she was assigned? are you kidding? after you flush and act like you like her, taking her on date after date?"

"I didn't mean to-"

"didn't mean to what?" jihyo snaps - hard. "didn't mean to fall for her? or didn't mean to fall for an alpha?"

sana growls. "both, damnit! she's- she's not supposed to be-"

"damnit, sana, for once will you stop thinking with your dick?" the brunette goes silent as she looks over, meeting jihyo's angry glare - laced with pity. "you have a girl in there who really liked you. who thought you really liked her. and here you are, denying it, denying her because of something she cannot control-"

'well that's not my damn fault, is it?"

jihyo quiets, staring in disbelief at her friend. wordlessly, she turns-, starting up the car and shaking her head. "you're a goddamn idiot, sana. and an asshole too."

sana shrinks slightly in the seat, glaring down at her lap.

"alphas can't like alphas- it isn't..right."

"do you even hear yourself right now?" jihyo scoffs, pulling out of the parking lot. "no matter how many times you talked about mina you never brought up her status until it was told to you. it didn't matter when she was giving you the attention you so desperately need, did it?"

"that's not true." sana snaps. "I liked her because she was different from the other omegas-"

"because she isn't one!" jihyo snaps, shaking her head.

"well I know that now, don't I?"

jihyo shoots her a glare. "you're a child."

"fuck off."

"no, you are." she snaps, shaking her head. "cutting off the first healthy relationship you've had because of something so petty. I can't- actually no. I can believe you. this is just like you."

sana growls. "anything else you want to say, jihyo? because I'll get out right now. she's a damn alpha. do you know what my parents would say?"

jihyo silents briefly. "that's what this is about? what your parents will think? you're a damn adult, are you not?"

she pulls outside of sana's apartment, watching the brunette as she practically rips her seatbelt off and grabs her bag. before she can leave, jihyo locks the door. "answer me."

"let me out, jihyo-"

"no, you're going to answer!" the older looks back bewildered. "you're in your fourth year of college still worried about what your parents will think about your relationships. but they aren't here, aware they?"

sana quiets, jihyo continues.

"did you not have fun with her? was she not the 'best girl you'd been with'? and were you not going to go out again with her?" jihyo softens. "...you liked her, sana. and you didn't once stop to think about what your parents thought then - so why does it matter now?"

the brunette looks away, swallowing.

and then she reaches and unlocks her door, leaving the car with a soft slam.

-

a week of silence.

thats what it feels like. silence. no calls, no texts...the occasional one from jihyo. despite everything that had happened in the car that day, she made a point to still reach out. maybe it was her way of spiting the brunette. sana on the other hand? hadn't even left her bed. the guilt of that day swam in her heart. the way mina had quieted - her frown - her soft sniffles.

damnit.

sana sighed, pressing up from her bed. she couldn't handle this. it was almost - too much. no, it was too much. her hands fumbled on her phone, shooting off a message.

-

"sana, I said I wasn't going this anymore-" momo trails off as the girls apartment door opens, but instead of finding sana she finds jihyo. a frown forms. "what-"

"just come in." jihyo sighs, ushering the Japanese girl in.

she's shocked to find it's not only her - but nayeon, jeongyeon, and jihyo huddled slightly on the couch - a bundled sana between them. her eyes had bags that had bags. and she sat with a blanket wrapped tightly around her. momo quietly stepped inside, taking a seat and gently sharing glances with nayeon and jeongyeon.

once jihyo sat, sana sighed. "...I'm in love with mina."

jihyo nodded slowly.

"i'm...I love an alpha. but..i'm..an alpha."

"are we just doing i am statements or-" nayeon elbows jeongyeon softly.

sana bites her bottom lip, her palms pressing to her eyes. 'i fucked up."

"yeah. you did." nayeon sighs. "she's really upset - you know. like. I've never even seen mina this upset."

a jab of guilt shoots through sana, who sighs into her hands. "i- I know. I'm an idiot. I'm horrible. it's just -being an alpha...being with an alpha..?"

"I promise you're the only one concerned about that.' momo speaks softly. "seriously, the only people who think about that are purebred alphas - or whatever they call themselves now." she waves a hand. "you gotta get with the times. I mean, take jeongyeon for example, she doesn't even have a partner."

"I swing in for nayeon and jihyo."

"i-" momo pauses. "you what?"

jihyo clears her throat as she and nayeon redden a bit. "focus."

sana sighs. "...how do I fix this?"

nayeon waves a hand. "you apologize, first of all. and tell her that you've realized your mistakes, and stuff."

a groan leaves the brunette, as if it were the end of the world. she presses deeper into her hands, giving a slow sigh, but also...a nod. "right...right. damnit. okay."

-

sana chews on her bottom lip gently as she waits outside of mina's apartment door. she'd only visited once, briefly, during their time together. and that alone was short as she was just there to pick her up for their date. and by 'pick her up' she merely meant using Jihyo as a means of travel, yet again. but now she was here alone, and jihyo's car was halfway down the road - pulling off.

sana breathed in slowly, knocking once. then twice. she hesitates at the third time, softly tugging her hand away and sticking it down at her side. the door opens moments later, and the alpha sucks in a breath.

because there's mina, and she's beautiful, and all at once emotions are rushing to hit sana. she swallows thickly, and watches as the younger hesitates at the handle, watching. sana's nerves spike.

"I..."

"who's at the door?"

that time it's not her nerves that spike, but jealousy.

"a..friend." mina calls back. she doesn't look away, however. "..what are you doing here, sana?"

"who's that?" sana whispers back quickly, her hands fiddling infront of her.

mina mumbles, "chaeyoung- er, my roommate."

"roommate, huh?" the brunette can't help but murmur, eyes darting back to the small form she can clearly spot sitting on the couch. mina moves her head, blocking her view, and sana's jealousy flares. "what is she-"

"why are you here?" mina persists.

the older stops, looking away. "I wanted to...talk."

silence wafts between them. uncomfortable and thick. and after a few long minutes, mina shifts. she moves out of the way, nodding. sana takes the opportunity to enter, catching sight of the younger that sent her jealousy haywire...already wrapped with someone else. she deflates, nevermind. mina slightly smiles at the sight, shutting the door and stepping infront of sana, leading her through the smaller apartment and to a small room.

it smells of her, and sana almost feels drunk from the scent alone.

"is this..your room?"

mina hums. "yeah. you can sit there."

sana takes her spot at the part of her bed mina gestured to, sitting down and gently sighing. mina slips the door shut, hesitantly walking over and perching beside her.

again, the thick, awkward silence drifts.

sana's body feels like it's on fire being so close to the other alpha. and she doesn't want to admit it but - she liked that. softly, her voice came. "I'm sorry."

a short breath fell from the younger.

"...yeah?"

"yeah." sana shakes her head. "I was...evil. I was so, so evil, mina. I..I don't care that you're an alpha, i-..like you. a lot. and I guess i was just confused and worried about what the others would think and-"

"why?" mina whispers, tentatively.

she watches as the older sucks in a shaky breath, releasing it with a weak laugh. "everyone always has something to say about me."

mina's heart softens slightly at that, and she hesitates - stretching a hand over and resting it on sana's back, feeling the alpha press back into her touch. "...you hurt my feelings, sana."

"I know."

"and you...you confused me."

"...I know."

"and frankly i-" mina sighs. "I shouldn't even give you another chance."

"....yep."

"but I will."

"what?" sana turns, eyes slightly widened. "seriously?"

"yeah." mina hesitates. "I like you a lot. you know that. I, er- I want to give us a try but I just...need time to make sure I can trust you again, y'know?"

"okay," sana whispers, slightly breathless from shock. mina gives her a tiny smile. "i'm sorry again."

"its okay, I get it. for a while I didn't want to accept that I preferred alphas either," she chuckled. "but there's always room for change. yknow?"

"yeah," sana breathed. "I know. thank you, mina."

-

in the coming weeks, sana would prove her loyalty in various ways. date after date, gifts, and even allowing the alpha to spend the night in her apartment here and there - wherein the girls would waste hours watching movies, or just talking. and it was...nice. it was calm and it was just what sana wanted, honestly.

mina was...perfect.

kind and attentive, and sana even caught herself slipping a few times and just...staring at the girl.

maybe, just maybe, she liked this. she wanted this.

speaking of, the girl rolled her neck softly with a sigh. they'd been halfway through their current movie when a wave of boredom had hit her. she glances down, eyeing the younger who was curled up against her.

the blanket over them rested merely at mina's hip, and her shirt was just slightly hiked, giving way to a patch of pale skin. sana swallowed. mina was...attractive, obviously. and the girl's scent had been all over the place recently, even now.

softly, she stretched, laying her hand on the patch of skin, and rubbing softly as she pretended to watch the movie. mina jolted, and she thought twice about her decision, but ultimately left it when the younger relaxed, pressing against her quietly. a spike had shot through her scent, hitting sana square in the nose.

arousal?

sana swallowed. "mina-"

the other growled slightly, and sana froze.

mina gulped.

"I-..ignore that."

but she really, really didn't want to.

sana's hand skid up softly, dragging the shirt along with her and back down. mina sucked in a breath, and the older panicked. "is this..okay?"

"yes.." the younger responded, swallowing.

she lifted slightly, looking up at sana. and the brunette couldn't resist. she lent down, brushing her lips to mina's in the form of a soft kiss. they'd gotten close before, never quite crossing that line. mina's breath hitched again, and she softly pressed a hand to her chest, leaning closer and tilting her head for better access.

though her touch was timid, sana was obsessed. her lips were so soft against her own, and she could've sworn she still tasted bits of candy from earlier. the sweet taste was absolutely divine, and she couldn't help but grip mina, dragging her closer and up her body. the younger made a noise of agreeance, allowing herself to be slotted perfectly against the older brunette in question. she slipped her hands down, holding her waist softly as sana's lips brushed against hers slowly yet sensually.

a soft noise - similar to a grunt - left the older alpha. she hesitated, raising her hips up slightly for mina, and the younger responded by rolling hers back. and for a second, sana forgot she too was an alpha - as mina was just as hard as she was.

softly, sana broke the kiss to attack her neck, groaning at the taste of mina's skin between her lips. mina whimpered at her touch, her hand falling to brush over the tent in her pants, feeling sana's hips spike again.

"..you're so turned on for, huh?" she whispered, a groan of arousal falling from sana. the movie had long been forgotten now.

her paler hand slipped over the belt of sana's loose jeans, undoing it slowly, and dipping her hand down in. she gasped slightly when she met sana, and the older responded with a mere grunt of words. "keep going."

she brushed against sana's length, feeling her girl shake slightly. "...pants off."

sana's brows raised. "i-i don't bottom." she pulled back, but the look in mina's eyes?

blown out with lust, and with how thick her scent was, it could only mean one thing.

"now."

sana's hands fumbled, weakly shimmying out of her pants and tossing them aside. mina growled slightly, a surge of strength coming as she flipped the girl over, making sana whimper. the oldest rested her hands on the arm of the coach, looking back in slight shock as mina leaned down, peppering kisses to her shoulder and then back up to her lips. her hips brushed into sana's butt, and sana squeaked, an embarrassing dribble of precum slipping onto her poor panties, creating a wet spot.

mina, on the other hand, used hers to rub sana's hips, giving shallow thrusts against her. she was still clothed, but her hardon was evident and damnit -

sana could feel how big she was.

and the brunette couldn't help but feel slightly intimidated.

mina's hips rocked again, and this time she looped her thumbs under sana's panties, tugging them down in one swift motion. she barely gave the other time to adjust to her cock being free - rather lifted her fingers to sana's mouth, pushing them in. "get them nice and wet, pup."

sana whimpered but obeyed, taking the digits in diligently and listening as her alpha grunted in approval.

wait.

her alpha?

pup?

a weak growl escaped, and mina's free hand slapped her thigh softly. "you're not in charge here, got it?"

sana squeaked slightly, whimpering and nodding swiftly as she sucked off the youngers fingers. her hips rolled slightly. all the poor thing wanted was to be touched, really, and her cock was so so achy now.

mina hummed, sliding her fingers out and down the erotic slope of sana's back, dipping them down her ass and to her untouched hole. sana whined, glancing back as the fingers circled - cold and wet and pushing in. sana's response came sharp as she jolted, whimpering at the unknown sensation...and the pleasure that derived from it. mina eased all the way in, before softly pulling back out, and shoving in a bit quicker now.

a broken moan escaped sana.

mina hummed. "you like that, puppy?" she glanced at the couch, tutting. "look at you, making a mess.."

and sana groaned, as her cock was actively leaking. making her look like a desperate pup - which, right now? she was.

mina's fingers felt like heaven, sliding in with soft wet pops, and out with weak struggles, as she effectively loosened sana, the older winced, her head resting on her hands still gripping the arm of the couch. she couldn't believe it. never in her twenty-some years of living would she expect to bottom. and yet?

"a-ah.."

"good girl.." mina slips out, spitting against her hole and watching as it flutters weakly. she reaches down and slides her pants to her knees, and sana glancing down past her cock and her legs and nearly burns a hole into the other because - mina is fucking big.

she watches the younger's hand as it strokes her cock slowly, and resists the urge to moan. that was all hers?

maybe this wasn't so bad.

the thought jumps from her head when she feels the head of mina's cock press against her hole, and sana jumps slightly her back slightly arching as she glanced back wearily. mina wasn't watching her, but rather her own cock, as it pushed and stretched the girl softly. sana whimpers, her eye wincing a bit as the younger pushes in.

"w-will it fit..?"

mina hums, glancing up. she softens, nodding. "give me a moment, yeah?"

sheepishly, sana nods, looking away as she feels more slide in. it's a slow game, and takes nearly five whole minutes before mina is fully slotted - and sana swears, she never believed when people said they couldn't feel it practically in their guts during sex, but now?

mina rubbed her back end, leaning in and pressing a kiss to the expanse of sana's back. the older took in a few shuddering breaths, before nodding. and once confirmation reached mina, she slid out, spitting slightly on her cock, before pushing back in. the single thrust made sana weak, as a moan fell. mina growled at the noise, sliding out again and pushing back in, watching her body shake from the thrust.

"fuck..you feel so damn good," a soft murmur. she leaned closer, nipping the older's shoulder. "taking me so damn well, puppy. you like that?"

another thrust. sana groaned, her cock twitching.

mina's pace built, coming up to a steady slap against her with each shallow thrust. the pleasure and the pressure were both persistent, and sana found herself moaning out for her alpha, accepting the feeling of her body being used. all the while? her cock hardened with need. as much as she wanted to reach down and help herself finish, mina's grunts in her ear were demanding, and the pleasure was intense.

"a-ah..fuck," sana hissed. she couldn't even begin to imagine what it would be like to be a damn omega right now, getting pounded away by mina.

the thought made her groan with need.

damn, she didn't know she was into that.

"damnit.." mina hissed in her ear, bringing her lips to sana's neck. the older could feel her persistent teeth, arousal coursing through her. "gonna fill you up, baby..breed you so well, you want that, huh puppy?"

sana's face flared. is that what she sounded like?

damn.

"y-yes.."

"fuck, good girl." mina's teeth sunk, briting into the flesh of her neck as her hips sped impossibly further, the knot at the base of her cock swelling and pushing into sana as the older whined sharply. mina took this as more leverage, growling into her neck and pounding deeper into her. the older's moans only grew louder, her own cock twitching with release.

no fucking way.

mina's hips slid with a final crash, and she pulled from her neck, hands squeezing her hips hard as her seed spilled into sana, and sana? she whined, feeling her own cock empty onto the couch.

no touch required.

she panted, whining as her hips twitched slightly the feeling of mina spilling into her practically making her eyes roll,

"take it.." mina whispered. "so good..fuck.."

god damnit all - sana had it bad.

-

light filtered in softly through sana's curtains, making her groan softly. she rolled over into something warmer, arms slipping contentedly around her waist. a slow breath fell, as she nuzzled into familiar arms. her head curled into the crook of the youngers neck, and she sighed. "...are you up?"

a soft noise. "...mhm."

mina held sana closer, pressing a small kiss to her head and feeling as sana softened immensely, curling impossibly closer. a slow smile formed, and she peeked open her eyes, finding the other looking up at her like a pup. a soft chuckle. "what?"

"nothin'.." sana chewed her lip, blurting. "are we together now?"

mina snorts. "it's early, don't you think?"

"the time or us?"

"the time." mina chuckled, bringing her hand up to rub faint circles into sana's naked hip. maybe the night hadnt ended after the couch. "what do you think, honey? what do you want?"

sana sighed, pressing into her touch. "you."

"well you have me," mina glanced down. "and you had me. three times."

memories swelled and a blush rose on sana's cheeks. "...not like that."

mina chuckles again, voice soft with sleep. "I know, I know. I'm kidding, promise." she leaned in, brushing a kiss to the older's nose and watching her face turn a cute shade of pink. "but..I meant what I said, you have me."

sana hummed. "aren't you going to ask me officially?"

"really?"

"I dunno."

"is that what you want?"

"...yes."

mina hummed, reaching her hand up to cup sana's cheeks. "will you go out with me?"

sana's heart swelled, and she nodded quickly. "mhm."

"just mhm?"

"yes I'll be with you." sana spoke quickly. "if you'll have me."

mina raised a brow. "of course i'll have you, I asked, didn't I?"

the blush on sana's cheeks merely grew. "shut up."

"mm, no, you."

"what are you, five?"

"dunno, would you like that?"

"absolutely not!"

"then no, i'm not." mina snickered, watching sana's cheeks puff. "go back to sleep."

the oldest groans, shaking her head. "I can't sleep now, i'm too excited."

mina raises a gentle brow, glancing down expectantly. "oh?"

sana scoffs. "not like that."

"ahhh, I see." mina chuckles. "you're cute."

"shut up.."

"ah, now you're excited."

"..."

-

"am I seeing things?"

nayeon's arms are slightly crossed as she squints at mina and sana, watching as the older whines slightly, the younger playfully dangling a bit of food away from her. beside her, jihyo smiles. "I think it's cute."

"sana's..different."

the younger of them shrugs. "I don't think so." she pats nayeon's side. "don't think over it for too long, baby."

"hm." nayeon presses into the touch, as jeongyeon joins the two, passing over two lattes. "what do you think?"

"I think they're fucking."

jihyo chokes. "really?"

nayeon rests her hand against her mouth, calling over. "hey! you two dating yet?"

the flush on jihyo's face shifts, hitting sana right in the face. she swallows, her face...shy? nayeon feels like she's entered an alternate reality. "i-i..er, well, you know-"

"yes." mina nods. "we made it official this morning."

jihyo coos. "who asked!"

mina smiles. "I did."

the others hum, and sana plays with her hands, a small smile on her face. mina..her girlfriend, it's almost too good to be true. across the table, jeongyeon Snickers. "so what was it like bottoming, mina?" she teases - but the tease falls flat when mina puffs slightly with pride. "I..you're kidding, right?"

sana thinks dying sounds nice about now.

in unison, nayeon and jihyo practically shout.

"YOU BOTTOMED??"

a loud laugh belts from nayeon, and jeongyeon snickers. "no way.."

sana huffs looking between her evil friends (including jihyo who hides her smile behind her hand) and her proud peacock of a girlfriend.

"any votes for who wants to be blocked first?" she huffs.

mina tuts. "behave, puppy."

"PUPPY?"

"mina!"

"oops..."

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Episode 5: Seven Minutes In Heaven

GP! Mina x Sana

Word Count: 4.3 K

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A/N: As I said i was writing Mohyo and booom!! things happened and ended writing this. Next one is that MiMo someone asked a lot of time ago and I should have written it already.

Seven Minutes In Heaven

It was supposed to be a silly, harmless game, but Mina had ended up trapped between the bathroom door and Sana. Or rather, pushed by Sana against the bathroom door. There was nothing harmless or silly about that. Not in the way Sana had placed her hands on either side of Mina's head, and certainly not in the way she was looking at her now.

It was supposed to be a small gathering with her group of friends, but they had drunk too much, joked too much, and ended up playing that stupid game. By chance, Mina and Sana had lost, and now they had to do the punishment.

It was Momo's idea, or maybe Jihyo's, that the punishment for losing should be that. It was stupid, Mina thought, just spending seven minutes locked in the bathroom with Sana. Minutes in which anything could happen, like them arguing, confessing something they had never been able to say, kissing, or even going further. Anything could happen in there.

Maybe they had both had too much to drink, or maybe Sana had always wanted to do this and Mina had never realized it. The fact was that now she was between a rock and a hard place, or rather between the bathroom door and Sana.

“We should make good use of our time.” Sana's mouth was dangerously close to Mina's neck, while the clock on Sana's wrist kept ticking.

Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock... the hands moved monotonously, burning precious seconds of their time locked in the bathroom.

Mina wrinkled her nose. Her friend's breath smelled of alcohol and something else she couldn't identify. “What do you have in mind?” It was a stupid question. Mina knew that, but right now she couldn't think of anything else to say.

“Remedy something that's been upsetting me...” Sana whispered the words, practically breathing on Mina's neck. “Mitaaaang... Apparently, I'm the only one here who hasn't tasted... Well, you know.” Mina knew what she meant, she knew very well. Mina had never stopped to think about why, but Sana was the only woman in that department with whom she had never slept or had any sexual encounter.

They had kissed once, but that had been a long long time ago, when they were both still teenagers. Between playfulness and fantasies, their lips had brushed a couple of times, and later Mina had ended up showing Sana her penis. It was the first penis she had ever seen in person, the first time Sana had ever seen a penis with her own eyes. But nothing ever happened between them. They had known each other practically all their lives, long before Mina met Momo and ended up sharing an apartment with her.

Sana had been the friend she had told when she fell in love for the first time, and also the person who comforted her when her heart was broken. Sana was the first to find out when Mina lost her virginity, and it was Sana who gave her advice on flirting with other girls when Mina needed it. Despite all that, or perhaps because of it, it had never crossed Mina's mind to have anything more with Sana. Her connection with her was different from the others in that apartment.

Momo practically used her as a sex toy, which Mina was very fine with. Jihyo was more of the same, but less often. With Tzyu it was different, she did care about her feelings, but it was still more of a fuck buddy relationship than anything else. Nayeon was her co-worker, she flirted discreetly with her during working hours and they occasionally fucked after work. As for Chae, Mina preferred not to remember much about what their relationship had been like, nor to think about what it had become now. But Sana, with Sana it was different. She had known Sana for as long as she could remember and she had always been her best friend. It never crossed Mina's mind that Sana felt that way about her, but honestly, if Sana only wanted her for that night, she was fine with that. If at any point they regretted it or the relationship between them changed, they could always blame it on the alcohol and the stupid game. Still, Mina waited for Sana's next move.

“Mitang, it's not fair for you to push me aside like this.” Sana was clearly drunk because her tone was getting higher as she raised her voice.

“What do you want, Sana?” It took her a long time to ask that question. She already knew what her friend was referring to, but she needed to hear her say it clearly. She needed confirmation from her.

“I want you. I need my friend and her cock to relieve the heat I'm feeling right now between my legs.” Sana didn't wait for an answer because she knew she had Mina in her hands, that she would never say no to her even though this would change their friendship forever. But if Mina could fuck other people and still be her friend, what was stopping her from doing the same with Sana? Nothing, that was the answer that kept ringing in Sana's head as she put her hand on her friend's crotch.

Mina swallowed hard as she felt her friend's hand wrap around her member. Even through her sweatpants, Sana easily found Mina's semi-erect cock. The truth is, she found it by groping around because her face was still pressed against Mina's slender neck.

"Can I? Can we?“ It was a little late for those questions since her hand was already holding her member, but Mina was grateful anyway that she took the trouble to ask.

”We can... But only in the bathroom." It was a simple but effective rule. If Sana regretted it or only did this because she was too drunk to think straight, then it would never happen again. It would remain just another memory, one of many, shared by the two friends and confined to the small space of the bathroom.

Once again, Sana acted before speaking, before Mina could react. This time, her lips found her friend's neck, planting a chaste kiss. This action contrasted sharply with what her hand was doing as it moved up and down, masturbating Mina over her pants. With that simple action, Sana felt her friend's member getting harder and harder, offering greater resistance to the movements of her hand.

The difference in how they were dressed worked in both their favor. Being in her own apartment surrounded by her friends, Mina was wearing something comfortable. A shirt and matching sweatpants, an old outfit with the logo of the university where she had studied. Meanwhile, Sana, always being a princess, had dressed up for the occasion. Her miniskirt revealed most of her bare legs, while her crop top exposed her flat stomach and a cleavage that Mina knew looked that big because Sana was wearing a push-up bra.

The difference between the two was striking, but that allowed Sana to freely touch Mina's member. Meanwhile, Mina was allowed to timidly fondle her friend's thighs, as if asking for permission, even though Sana's actions made it very clear that they had already passed that point.

“Come on, touch higher.” The invitation was clear, and Mina did not waste it.

Their minutes were numbered, so they had to act fast. Her hands found her friend's butt for the first time with sinful intentions, no longer slapping her ass as a joke or showing affection. For the first time in her life, Mina grabbed handfuls of her friend's cheeks, and honestly, it felt really good.

Sana's small ass was soft and easy to handle. For some reason Mina couldn't explain, it seemed easy to spread, as if the cheeks that fell perfectly into her hands were made to be kneaded and spread apart. The truth was that Mina felt as if she were kneading a stuffed animal or plasticine that she could mold at will.

“Mitang, be gentle.” The protest sounded almost like a moan, with false indignation at a roughness that Mina knew was not present in the touches she administered to her friend. Perhaps haste and anticipation, but never roughness.

“You throw yourself at me and then complain? Spoiled as always, Satan.” Even though Sana was calling her by the nickname she always used with her, it seemed strange to her how that affectionate name sounded coming out of her mouth while she was grabbing Sana's ass. It was something they said to each other affectionately, nicknames they had started using between themselves a long time ago, now tainted by lust and alcohol abuse.

“Yaaaa! I have to make the most of my time.” It was true, the watch on Sana's wrist kept ticking relentlessly, the minutes were passing and they were still talking as if nothing had happened.

“Then hurry up and taste me... Satan.” Mina didn't know how long they had been in the bathroom, how much of their seven minutes had passed. Despite wearing a watch on her wrist, Sana probably hadn't noticed either; as soon as they entered, she had pushed Mina against the door without hesitation. But in reality, that didn't matter anymore because Mina was in her own apartment and could stay in the bathroom as long as she wanted. Screw that stupid game and the seven minutes they had to spend there. Mina was going to take all the time she needed; now she just had to let Sana know.

Pressed by the passing minutes, which Mina no longer cared about, Sana freed herself from her friend's grip and knelt down. Something she would have done if Mina hadn't stopped her by grabbing her arm. Sana looked at her confused, not understanding what was happening, but all she got in response was Mina taking off her shirt and throwing it on the floor in front of her. Sana just smiled and whispered her thanks under her breath, biting her lower lip as she finally knelt down.

Sana was a princess, and Mina knew it. She was one of the people who understood her best, so she wasn't going to let her kneel like that on the cold tile floor of the bathroom. Mina couldn't bear to be the reason Sana ended up with marks and bruises on her knees, much less if those marks were from giving her a blowjob.

“Mitang, let me see it again.” Sana's big expressive eyes were fixed on Mina's when she made that request. Without hesitation, Mina pulled down her pants and underwear to mid-thigh, revealing her erect member to her expectant friend.

The look on Sana's face as she stared at Mina's cock was almost comical. Her expressive eyes were wide open, her lips slightly parted, and her cheeks puffed out. Her face showed amazement at Mina's length, but she also looked like a hamster with her cheeks full of nuts. Despite that comical face, Mina thought her friend would look cute with her testicles puffing out her cheeks.

Licking her lips, Sana took Mina's cock in one hand and gave it a long lick from the base to the tip, then another, and another, and another. Sana continued to lick her friend's cock gently, the innocence in her eyes replaced by something darker and more lustful. No longer so wide open but narrowed, Sana's eyes were fixed on the cock she was licking, her best friend's cock. A cock she was finally tasting.

The truth was that Sana had long been jealous of Mina's liberal sex life. She had no trouble finding a partner, but for some reason, knowing that Momo could jump on Mina at any moment and enjoy her friend as she pleased aroused a special jealousy in her. Of course, she wasn't attracted to Mina in that way; hers was different, but she couldn't stand being left out of that facet of her life. Sex, at least in that way, was the only connection she and Mina didn't have. Frankly, Sana saw no reason not to try it at least once. Not if Mina didn't object.

Mina shuddered and didn't know where to put her hands when Sana swallowed the head of her cock. She didn't want to push her head like she would with Momo in the same situation, but she wasn't sure about caressing her hair either. That was too affectionate in a way that was different from the relationship between them, from what was happening right now.

Sana's licks and sucks made it seem like she was eating a lollipop, when in reality it was only her friend's cock she was devouring. With an expertise Mina didn't know she had, Sana rolled her tongue along the length of Mina's cock as she swallowed more and more of it until she had half of it in her mouth.

Cupping her cheeks and with her lips tightly sealed around Mina's throbbing length, Sana began to move her head back and forth, giving her friend a blowjob. The sucking sounds she made were incredible, as if she were trying to suck Mina's soul out through her member. Her warm tongue worked wonders on Mina as it curled and caressed her cock, leaving her speechless to describe what she was feeling.

Mina could only lean her weight against the door and move her hips forward, inviting, but not forcing, Sana to swallow more of her length. Her friend responded by doing just that, taking more of Mina's throbbing cock into her mouth, enveloping her friend in her warm cavity while caressing her thighs.

Mina really didn't know what to do with her hands. She brought them close to Sana's head, but stopped a few inches before touching her hair, moved her fingers as if grabbing something invisible, and then pulled back. She ended up placing both palms against the door and resisting the urge to dig her nails into the wood because the blowjob she was receiving was driving her insanely crazy. Sana's response to that was something that completely threw Mina off balance. Her friend took one of her hands between her soft fingers and placed Mina's hand on her head herself.

“Mitang... Can you hold my hair?” In another context, it might have been an innocent question, but here it had a very different meaning. Mina had held Sana's hair on many occasions. To help her comb it, to brush it away from her face when her hands were full, to keep it from getting dirty when they got drunk and Sana ended up throwing up in the backyard. Many times, but never so her friend could give her a blowjob. That was a totally new experience for her.

With her hair tied back in a ponytail, and knowing that Mina was watching her closely, Sana began to suck harder. Puckering her lips, moving her tongue, making more noise than before, moving her head with more energy, Sana swallowed more and more of the length until Mina's head was lodged in her throat.

It was an image Mina had never expected to see, it had never even crossed her mind that one day she would end up with Sana like this. With her nose pressed against her abdomen so she could swallow the entire length of Mina's cock, and with her holding her friend's hair so she could suck in peace. Not more than ten minutes ago, it was unthinkable for her, but apparently it was something Sana had been thinking about for a while. Maybe the alcohol and the atmosphere had just given her the courage and opportunity to finally dare to do it, but this was something that had been brewing in her for a long time.

The only way Mina could describe the sounds her friend was making was delicious. There was no better word for those gagging sounds coming straight from Sana's throat as she tried to swallow Mina's length over and over again. Perhaps she would have to admit that this was the best blowjob she had received in a long time, which was saying something because by now Momo was practically an expert at sucking her cock. But maybe it was because it was Sana rather than the technique she was using.

“I think that's enough.” It could have been the fact that Sana had been deep throating her, but in reality it was that silly giggle so characteristic of her, the way her eyes sparkled mischievously, her broad smile, or the gush of drool dripping from the side of her mouth, contrasting completely with her angelic appearance, that made Mina have to resist orgasming right there and then. She practically had to clench her ass to fight the tension in her balls so she wouldn't cum at the sight of her friend.

Seeing her friend stand up with fluid movements, Mina thought it was all over, that their time was up or that Sana was already satisfied. But what actually happened was that Sana rummaged under her miniskirt for a few seconds before taking off her panties, moving her legs so they would slide off more easily. When the garment was piled up at her feet, Sana simply kicked it aside as if it were nothing, as if it were the most normal thing in the world. The clearly visible stain on Sana's panties did not go unnoticed by Mina.

Without panties but still wearing the rest of her clothes, Sana looked around for something undefined until she found the washing machine. Without further ado, she placed both hands on the surface of the washing machine and, with a little jump, sat down on it. Once there, she lifted her leg, placing one of her feet on the machine while she spread her thighs and lifted her skirt. Mina was then greeted by the sight of Sana's perfect, delicious, and visibly wet pussy.

“Mitang, I need your cock here.” As if the seductive tone she had used wasn't enough to drive Mina crazy, Sana also used her fingers to spread her folds, offering her pussy to her friend. For the umpteenth time in the few minutes they had been together in the bathroom, Mina swallowed heavily. Her best friend looked beautiful and obscene at the same time. With both pairs of lips open in invitation. Mina's cock had already been between the lips of her mouth, and now it was time for it to be between the others.

With steady steps, Mina closed the distance between them. The cock in her hand was already pointing between Sana's open fingers, where her friend wanted it. For a second, she hesitated about whether she should do it or not, whether it was right to fuck her best friend like this, locked in the bathroom and drunk, but maybe it was too late to ask those questions. Shaking her head as if trying to dispel her doubts, Mina placed her head in Sana's opening and was immediately welcomed by all her wetness.

“Come on, do it, Mitang. But be gentle.” With her free hand, Sana wrapped her arms around her friend's neck and rested her forehead against hers.

Mina didn't respond, at least not with words. Instead, she chose to move her hips, finally pushing her head into her friend. Instantly, the scorching, wet heat of Sana's pussy enveloped her like a summer breeze threatening rain. How wet Sana was made everything easier. It helped the cock slide freely into her until, as had happened with her mouth before, it reached the length that would remain lodged inside Sana's anatomy.

Both pairs of Sana's lips were open, but one was being separated by Mina's throbbing cock, while the other pair was being explored by her own tongue. Both were being moistened in different ways but ultimately by the same pleasure.

After voluntarily drowning herself in her cock, it seemed somewhat contradictory for her to ask her to be gentle, but that was how her friend was, Mina thought. She was a princess in every sense of the word and required that treatment. It had always been that way, even if it didn't seem like it now. Having one leg raised and the other hanging off the washing machine while your best friend had her cock deep inside you wasn't very princess-like, but with Sana it worked anyway. That was how she was, that was the mystical charm that made her so irresistible.

Sana's pussy felt glorious. Mina had barely penetrated her, but her walls were already squeezing tightly around her. Her cunt felt even tighter than her throat, and it was also much wetter. It was a stupid comparison, but Mina felt almost like she was masturbating in the shower, squeezing with her fist with all the water running around her.

There was no point in continuing to open her lips, so Sana preferred to use that hand to cling to Mina's ass, squeezing her glute as if that were what was stopping her from falling to the floor. Sana's carefully manicured nails dug into Mina's tender flesh, eliciting a moan from her. In revenge and out of instinct, accustomed to Jihyo treating her this way, Mina withdrew almost completely from inside her friend and then penetrated her forcefully.

The moan that left Sana's lips was truly beautiful. A sweet melody that echoed off the bathroom walls, and which both of them were sure had also been clearly heard in the living room. But that was why they had been locked in there, so if the others now had to hear the noises they were making, that was not Mina and Sana's problem.

Another strong squeeze on her ass and another thrust in response. Mina felt she was acting on instinct, simply moving her hips out of habit as she felt surrounded by Sana's wet walls. Squeezing and pulsing as they were stretched by Mina's length, which entered and exited them as if it were a battering ram hitting a door.

Soon they were both immersed in pleasure and all the sensations. Their world had shrunk to the size of that small bathroom. Nothing existed beyond those walls, all they knew was the rising heat of the other and the moans that mingled with the wet noises. Everything was a spiral that clouded their senses and pulled them closer and closer together.

Mina's hips had reached a steady rhythm, marking the pace with a kind of slap every time she collided with Sana. Sana responded with whimpers and moans. Despite everything, their foreheads were still pressed against each other. Sweat had begun to accumulate on them, but they didn't want to separate.

In Mina's opinion, Sana looked beautiful, as she always did, but now it was special. With her mouth open to moan openly, her cheeks red, and the saliva from when she gave her a blowjob still staining her face. Sana was an angelic vision, but Mina didn't dare kiss her. Somehow, that would have been too much. As had happened before when she put her hand on her friend's head, she wasn't sure if it was right or not. Everything had become blurred in that situation.

Suddenly, something pulled them out of their own little world, out of the reality they had locked themselves into. Someone was banging on the door, perhaps they had been doing so for a while and the girls hadn't noticed.

“Come on, Mina, it's been almost half an hour!” It was Jihyo's voice; she was the one knocking on the door. “I didn't want to interrupt you, but we need the bathroom. Momo is drunk, and unless you come out right now, she's going to throw up on the balcony.”

It couldn't be true. Just when they were at the best part, something like this had to happen. Mina couldn't stop now. Sana's insides were too warm, too wet, too tight to stop now. Instead, she rammed into her friend again. The moan that escaped her throat was clearly heard on the other side of the door.

“Oh my God!” Jihyo banged on the door again. “Mina, you're going to be the one apologizing to the neighbors if Momo throws up on the balcony!”

Jihyo had a valid point, and Mina couldn't ignore her any longer. With great difficulty, she stopped the movement of her hips and, summoning all her willpower, and for God that that did she need it, Mina began to slowly and painfully withdraw her cock.

“Mitang, no.” The pitiful moan that escaped Sana when Mina finally withdrew completely from inside her made it seem as if she had been hit, when in reality it was the absence of her friend’s cock that had made her moan.

“Let's go to my room.” Their foreheads were still pressed together, connecting more than just their heads.

“Are you sure?”

“I'm sure.” Mina had said that whatever was going to happen between them would happen within the confines of that bathroom, but she couldn't leave it at that. She pulled up her clothes, took Sana by the hand, and pulled her out of the bathroom. Sana was still putting both feet on the floor when Mina came face to face with Jihyo, who had her fist raised to knock on the door again. For a brief second, no one knew what to do, until Mina pushed Jihyo aside and rushed past her. Sana followed closely behind, as fast as her heels would allow.

“Oh my God! AT LEAST HAVE THE DECENCY TO PICK UP YOUR DIRTY PANTIES!” Jihyo yelled at them from the bathroom as Momo now pushed her aside to get to the toilet. They didn't care; right now they had a much more important matter to deal with.

[misanahrs]

for you, i would ruin myself. — minatozaki sana.

now playing: illicit affairs - taylor swift, two years - rosé & maiochiruhanabira - seventeen.

synopsis - an illicit affair between you and your professor park jihyo ended long ago. she was never yours to have, and you were never meant to stay. now, as you prepare to graduate and live life, jihyo is left watching from the shadows—grappling with everything she lost and everything she never had. part 2 of ‘and that’s the thing about illicit affairs…’

pairing - park jihyo x afab!reader x minatozaki sana.

note — ageless, minor, male blogs will be blocked if interacting with mine.

i: the life she isn’t a part of

jihyo wasn’t looking for you. she told herself that.

but she found you anyway. she still saw you—saw you with her.

it was early evening, the campus bathed in gold, when she saw you outside the library. you were sitting on the grass, leaning back on your hands, eyes crinkled in laughter. sana was beside you, legs stretched out, a book resting open on her lap—but she wasn’t reading.

she was watching you.

jihyo watched as sana reached out, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. you smiled—soft, effortless. the kind of smile jihyo used to think was meant for her.

jihyo should have walked away. but then she heard it.

“you’re staring again,” you teased, voice light.

sana shrugged, grinning. “can’t help it.”

jihyo clenched her fists.

“you should be studying,” you said, poking sana’s cheek.

“so should you,” sana countered. “but here you are, distracting me.”

jihyo remembered what it felt like to be distracted by you. to sit too close, to listen too intently, to lose herself in the way you looked at her.

she turned away before she could watch sana kiss you.

⸻

ii: the café in the morning

jihyo had always been an early riser.

the café on campus was mostly empty when she arrived, a few students scattered across tables, sleepily nursing their coffee. she ordered her usual and turned towards her favourite corner—

and then she saw you—sitting by the window, clad in a black off-the-shoulder jumper, hair still slightly messy from sleep. wearing one of your cardigans, sana was seated across from you, one hand wrapped around a steaming cup, the other lazily tracing shapes over your wrist.

jihyo remembered mornings with you.

how you used to rush into her office, late for tutoring, a coffee in hand and an apologetic smile on your lips.

“sorry, professor. long night.”

jihyo used to pretend it didn’t affect her, the way you smiled at her like that.

but now, watching you lean into sana’s touch, watching you intertwine your fingers with sana’s before gently lifting them to press a lingering kiss to sana’s knuckles, jihyo had to look away.

———

iii. the library on a rainy afternoon

jihyo had gone to return a book. simple. quick. easy.

but then she heard your name. “y/n, focus.”

it came from a voice she didn’t want to hear.

jihyo slowed her steps.

“i am focusing,” you whined. “but you’re too pretty. it’s distracting.”

jihyo peeked through the gaps in the bookshelves.

sana was sitting on the floor, notes spread around her, highlighter in hand. you were behind her, legs on either side of her, chin resting on her shoulder, arms wrapped loosely around her waist.

jihyo had never seen you like this before. not with her. she had been careful. cautious. and you had kept your distance.

but with sana, there was no hesitation. no stolen glances, no second-guessing. just you, letting yourself be clingy, letting yourself be loved without restraint.

jihyo gripped the book in her hands, knuckles white.

———

iv. the courtyard in the evening

jihyo had been leaving campus late, the sky painted in hues of orange and pink.

she hadn’t expected to see you—but there you were, on a bench, nestled under sana’s arm, head resting against her shoulder.

jihyo’s steps faltered.

sana was reading something on her phone, occasionally showing you the screen. you’d laugh softly but genuinely, fingers absentmindedly playing with the fabric of sana’s cardigan.

jihyo had always known you to be dynamic. restless. always moving, always chasing something just out of reach.

but here, with sana, you looked settled. content.

and it forced jihyo to keep walking.

———

v: the faculty hallways

jihyo had been walking towards her office when she heard your laugh.

the kind of laugh that once made her stomach flip.

she turned the corner and there you were.

sana was standing behind you, arms wrapped around your waist, swaying you slightly as you tried to type something on your phone.

“sana,” you huffed, but you were smiling.

“mm?” sana hummed, pressing a kiss just behind your ear.

jihyo’s stomach twisted.

“if i fail my exam because of you—”

”—then i’ll take you on a cute getaway to make up for it,” sana interrupted, grinning.

you rolled your eyes, but you leaned back into her.

jihyo had never touched you like that. she had never been allowed to. not in public. not at all.

and yet here you were, freely giving sana everything jihyo had once ached to have. something she still ached to have no matter how much she told herself otherwise.

jihyo clenched her jaw and walked past without a word.

———

vi: watching from the sidelines

finals week. jihyo saw you everywhere.

at the campus café, where you sat across from sana, books spread out, sleeves pushed up, fingers tapping absently against your laptop as you read through notes.

“this literally makes no sense whatsoever,” you groaned, rubbing your eyes before running your hands through your hair.

“you’re overthinking it,” sana said. she reached over, smoothing a hand over your back. “breathe, baby. you’ll be fine. you’ve got this.”

jihyo closed her eyes, willing herself to stop listening.

but she saw you again in the library later that day.

you were sitting with sana in a secluded corner, surrounded by papers and empty coffee cups.

“you need a break,” sana said, pulling the pen from your hand, a sense of seriousness and concern evident in her tone.

“i don’t have time for a break,” you muttered, trying to snatch it back.

“you’ll burn out.”

“i’ll be fine.”

jihyo expected sana to drop it. she would’ve. instead, sana leaned closer, voice gentle.

“y/n,” she murmured. “you don’t have to do this alone. not when i’m right here with you, baby.”

jihyo felt something in her chest tighten. you had always been so independent. so stubbornly determined to handle everything yourself.

jihyo had never pushed.

but sana did.

and the way you softened at her words—the way you let her pull you into her arms, let her comfort you—jihyo turned and left before she could feel the full weight of what she had lost.

⸻

vii: the night before graduation: part i

jihyo shouldn’t have gone to the bar.

but the faculty had organised a small gathering to celebrate the graduating class, and she had no excuse not to attend.

she should have left early.

but then she saw you.

standing near the bar, drink in hand, laughing as sana whispered something into your ear. jihyo watched as you leaned in, pressing a kiss to sana’s temple, fingers lacing through hers.

jihyo tightened her grip around her glass. you used to be hers.

but then you turned.

and your eyes met hers.

her breath caught.

for a moment, everything else faded—the music, the laughter, the years between you.

but then sana tugged you closer, and just like that, the moment was gone.

jihyo forced herself to look away.

———

viii: the night before graduation: part ii

jihyo wasn’t drunk.

but she wished she was.

the bar was dimly lit, the air thick with conversation and music. graduation was tomorrow. everyone was celebrating.

but jihyo wasn’t.

not when she had spent the last hour watching sana with you.

you, sitting too close. sana, touching you like it was second nature. the way you smiled at her, the way she owned your affection in a way jihyo never could.

jihyo shut her eyes, downing the last of her drink.

“you should stop staring,” a voice interrupted. jihyo’s grip tightened around the glass before she even turned.

minatozaki sana. standing beside her, arms crossed, gaze unreadable.

jihyo forced herself to stay composed. “excuse me?”

“you’ve been watching her all night.” sana’s tone was light, but there was something sharp beneath it. “it’s kind of hard not to notice.”

jihyo exhaled through her nose. “it’s none of your business.”

sana scoffed before smirking slightly. “it is my business when it involves my girlfriend,” she countered, the point causing jihyo’s jaw to clench, a beat of silence stretched between them. “you think i don’t know?” sana continued. “about you and her?”

jihyo stiffened.

“you left her,” sana said simply. “and i picked up the pieces.”

jihyo turned to her, slamming her glass down on the bar top, anger flaring. “you don’t know anything about what we had.”

“you’re right,” sana admitted. “i don’t. because whatever it was, it was never something real, was it? the only real relationship you have is the one with your husband.” jihyo’s breath caught in her throat.

“what you had with her—it was nothing but mere stolen moments, secrets, and hiding in the shadows,” sana pressed. “but what we have? she doesn’t have to hide. she doesn’t have to wonder if she’s just a mistake you regret.”

jihyo swallowed, the words cutting deeper than she expected.

“she’s mine now,” sana finished, voice still soft but firm, a little bit deeper than what jihyo was used to hearing. “so if you’re looking for some sort of second chance—you’re too late.”

jihyo didn’t respond. because what could she say? sana had already won.

and the worst part?

jihyo knew she deserved it.

⸻

ix: the last goodbye

it rained on graduation day. very ironic when you remembered it was summer.

jihyo stood at the back of the auditorium, watching as names were called, as students walked the stage, as the people she had guided throughout the year moved on to the next chapter of their lives.

and then—

“y/n l/n.”

you stepped forward, back straight, confidence in every movement—it was so you.

jihyo’s breath hitched.

this was it.

you were leaving.

jihyo knew she should be proud.

but all she felt was the ache of something unfinished. incomplete.

⸻

x: moving on

no matter how much she thought of you, jihyo hadn’t expected to see you again.

but fate was cruel.

it was a week after graduation, and jihyo was leaving campus late, caught up in paperwork, when she saw you walking towards the café. walking towards her. alone.

jihyo hesitated. “y/n.”

you turned, surprised. “professor park.” you greeted—jihyo’s heart clenched at the formality.

“you don’t have to call me that anymore,” she said quietly.

you only hummed in response, gaze drifting away from hers and back to the rain.

a beat of silence stretched between you.

“congratulations,” jihyo finally said.

you smiled—soft, distant. “thank you.”

jihyo swallowed. “are you—” she hesitated. “are you happy?”

your eyes met hers, steady. “yes.” it was the most sure you had ever sounded to jihyo.

jihyo swallowed nervously and nodded. “that’s all that matters.” she stated, composing herself.

the rain softened.

you glanced over your shoulder—where sana stood inside the café, waiting, watching the two of you with slightly narrowed eyes.

“i should go,” you said, pointing towards the woman waiting for you inside the café.

jihyo nodded, even though she wanted to ask you to stay.

“goodbye, jihyo.”

it was the first time you had said her name in months.

and the last time she would ever hear it from your lips.

jihyo watched as you walked away.

and then she turned, disappearing into the city, into the life she had chosen—one where you no longer existed.

⸻

xi: what could have been

jihyo could hear the sound of the fork scraping against porcelain. it was the only sound in the dining room.

she and her husband sat across from each other, the distance between them feeling more vast than the dinner table that separated them.

this was how it always was.

silent meals. empty glances. words left unsaid.

she used to wish he would just try.

but now, she didn’t even have the energy to care.

the news played quietly in the background, a monotonous voice filling the space where conversation should have been.

“…and in entertainment news, korea’s elite were left buzzing today after an official announcement from the minatozaki family.”

jihyo barely glanced at the screen—until she heard that name.

her hand froze mid-cut, fingers tightening around the knife.

“…minatozaki sana, heir to the multi-billion dollar minatozaki corporation, is officially engaged to y/n l/n, whose family owns one of the most successful, influential business and trade empires globally.”

jihyo’s chest went hollow.

you.

on the screen. standing beside sana, radiant as ever, and ever so slightly more mature from how it was at graduation—but only people who saw your face everywhere they went could see the difference.

sana’s hand was resting on your waist, fingers almost possessively curled around the fabric of your jumpsuit like she never wanted to let go.

but it was the way you were looking at her.

the soft, knowing smile. the ease in your posture. the undeniable love in your eyes. jihyo felt her throat close up.

you looked happy.

not just the kind of happy that was surface level.

the kind that was real. steady. permanent.

jihyo couldn’t breathe.

“with their combined wealth and influence, this is being hailed as the wedding of the decade—”

jihyo’s fork scraped against the plate as she set it down, too sharply, too suddenly.

her husband barely glanced at her. “something wrong?”

jihyo swallowed, attempting to compose herself and sound convincing. “no.”

but everything was wrong.

she shouldn’t have cared.

it had been two years.

two whole years since she let you go. since she chose her marriage, her reputation, her career—over you.

two years since she convinced herself that what you had was fleeting, that she could move on, that the ache in her chest would fade with time.

but as she sat there—watching you on the screen, watching the way sana held you, owned you, loved you, jihyo felt something in her shatter.

“…the wedding is expected to take place in september, with high-profile guests from all over the world expected to be in attendance to witness the love story of the century…”

love.

jihyo could barely hear the rest as her eyes shut tight.

her heart was pounding in her ears.

her husband turned back to his meal, indifferent as always.

but jihyo… jihyo could do nothing but sit there, drowning in the suffocating silence of a life she had chosen—and a love she had lost.

⸻

xii: watching from afar

jihyo had spent the entire two weeks before the wedding telling herself she wouldn’t turn on the tv.

she had buried herself in work, rearranged the bookshelf twice, even considered calling her husband—despite knowing he was just as indifferent as ever.

but as the morning settled in and the world woke up, she found herself sinking into the couch, remote in hand, fingers trembling.

jihyo exhaled sharply, pressing her thumb into the power button before she could change her mind.

the screen flickered to life and the cameras spared no opportunity to capture every moment, every expensive detail, every high profile guest—including the myoui family who had just recently celebrated the marriage of their daughter—before causally flicking to you.

at the altar.

waiting patiently for your bride.

jihyo’s breath caught.

you were exquisite—you were always breathtaking but—your hair and makeup done up to the nines, your dress was elegant, custom-made, worth more than ten times jihyo’s yearly salary—she was sure. but it wasn’t the wealth that made you shine—it was you. the way your eyes held something soft, something steady.

you had never looked more at peace.

the camera changed to the one recording the orchestra—beginning to play the classic wedding march—before the camera changed to the one facing the floor-to-ceiling doors as the orchestra merged into their rendition of seventeen’s maiochiruhanabira—a japanese love song for your love story with a japanese woman, jihyo figured.

every guest had stood, anticipating.

jihyo prepared herself, waiting to see sana’s radiant self dressed in a bridal gown nothing short of a masterpiece—a vision of luxury yet still elegant that commands attention the moment sana would be seen.

and then the doors opened, quite hastily, as to not give a glimpse of any part of sana, instead opting to reveal sana whole—the gravity of seeing all of her at once hitting hard.

jihyo’s breath hitched.

sana’s makeup was perfection—not too heavy, not too simple. just the right amount of polish to enhance her already breathtaking features.

her skin was luminous, flawless, with a soft, dewy glow that made her look almost ethereal. highlighter dusted the high points of her face—cheekbones, the bridge of her nose, her cupid’s bow—giving her that lit-from-within radiance.

her eyes were subtly defined, a warm, smoky brown blended to perfection, accentuated with a precise flick of black liner that lifted her gaze. long, fluttery lashes framed her eyes, giving her an almost doe-eyed softness.

her brows were shaped and filled naturally—never too harsh, always effortless.

on her lips, she wore a classic, timeless shade—a soft, rosy pink, just glossy enough to catch the light, just tempting enough to hold attention.

the overall effect?

powerful. breathtaking. untouchable.

sana’s jewellery was subtle yet undeniably expensive with each piece being carefully selected.

around her neck, she wore a diamond necklace—delicate but dazzling, made of flawless, hand-cut diamonds set in platinum. the piece sat comfortably past her collarbones, almost reaching her cleavage, catching the light with every movement, a quiet yet undeniable symbol of the wealth and power she carried effortlessly.

her ears were adorned with pear-cut diamond earrings, each stone crystal-clear, gleaming against her smooth skin.

on her left wrist, a thin diamond bracelet—nothing too bold, just enough to glimmer subtly whenever she moved her hand.

and, of course, on her ring finger sat the engagement ring you had given her—the centrepiece of it all. an exquisite, emerald-cut diamond set on a platinum band, impossibly large yet still tasteful, the kind of ring that spoke volumes about status, love, and unwavering commitment.

sana’s hair was styled in a way that appeared both effortless and flawless—a low, sleek bun, not a single strand out of place. the style emphasised the elegant curve of her neck and the sharp beauty of her jawline.

a few soft pieces framed her face, intentionally left loose to add a touch of casualness to the polished look.

woven into the bun were tiny, diamond-encrusted hairpins—barely noticeable at first glance, but when the light hit them just right, they shimmered like stars against the deep brunette of her hair.

the bouquet in sana’s right hand causing jihyo’s throat to go dry.

a methodological, cascading arrangement of orchids, roses, baby’s-breath and crown of destiny tulips—something elegant and sophisticated but still seemed effortless, just like the woman you were about to marry.

but,

sana’s wedding dress was nothing short of breathtaking—a couture masterpiece, custom-designed to perfection by a top designer. the gown was crafted from the finest silk satin, hugging her lithe figure with a precision that felt almost scandalous in its elegance. it was form-fitting from the bodice down to her hips, sculpting her silhouette in a way that left no doubt about the grace and confidence she carried herself with.

the neckline was a delicate off-the-shoulder design, the softest tulle draping over her arms like whispers of fabric, giving her an ethereal, almost untouchable quality. intricate lace embroidery bloomed across the bodice, hand-sewn for hours and hours, glistening not-so-subtly under the golden lighting, catching with every movement she made.

the gown flared out ever so slightly at her thighs, the skirt cascading into a dramatic train that pooled behind her, trailing effortlessly as she moved. the silk fabric gleamed, shifting fluidly with every step she took. a high slit ran up her left leg for practicality—allowing her ease of movement, but also sensually striking in the way it revealed glimpses of her smooth skin.

but perhaps the most breathtaking aspect was what was attached to the back of her bun—the veil.

long. impossibly long. it extended further than her train, made from the sheerest, most delicate lace-trimmed tulle.

the entire look was impossibly luxurious—wealth and power woven into fabric. a statement. a declaration.

after all, she was minatozaki sana—untouchable, desirable, and spoken for.

after what seemed like forever for jihyo, sana stepped forward.

graceful. stunning. walking towards you like nothing else in the world mattered.

her veil caught the air with every step she took, billowing slightly, giving her a presence that seemed almost otherworldly.

and as jihyo watched as sana walked through the aisle with her hand resting on her father’s arm.

the camera panned to you and jihyo’s nails dug into her palms. the way you looked at sana.

it was devastating.

your eyes held nothing but pure love, your lips parted slightly as if you couldn’t believe a woman like sana was really walking towards you, as if she was everything you ever wanted.

jihyo swallowed forcefully against the tightness in her throat. because she had never seen you look at her like that. she had never given you the chance to.

jihyo knew how this would end.

but watching it unfold in real time—watching the way your face lit up when sana reached you, watching the way her hands found yours so naturally, so easily—jihyo felt something inside her break.

the ceremony continued, reaching the vows and the tv screen split into two: your face appearing on the left, and sana’s on the right.

jihyo could only watch as you began to unfold a piece of paper you were handed by your best friend first and she felt the knot in her stomach tighten.

“sana,” you started, jihyo’s heart snapping at the raw emotion in your tone, and, somehow, sana’s smile grew even larger before she muttered a little ‘hi’ under her breath. “you are the softest moment in a life that once felt too sharp. before you, love was something distant, something i only half-believed in—like a foreign language i had never been taught to speak. but then you came, and suddenly, i didn’t just understand, i could speak it, read it, write it, hear it,” you paused, using a tissue to very cautiously dab at your eyes, mindful of your makeup. “i have seen the world in its chaos, its fleetingness, its impermanence. but with you, nothing ever feels temporary. with you, even silence, every second, every moment is sacred, even time bends itself into something softer, something kinder. you are the exception to every rule i thought was unbreakable. you are the answer to all my questions, the solution to all my dilemmas and worries.” you noticed sana sniffling and you stopped momentarily to laugh at, causing her to playfully scoff and roll her eyes at you. “i promise you this—not just my love, but my unwavering presence. in the quiet moments, in the loud moments, in the moments that just do not make sense. i will love you in the way the tide meets the shore—boundlessly, endlessly, returning to you even when the world pulls me away. i will love you in the way the stars burn—steadily, fiercely, in a way that refuses to fade.” you could hear your heart pulsating in your eyes and feel it in your chest—you had never felt anything remotely similar to this before. “you, minatozaki sana, are my beginning, my constant, my forever, for you, i would ruin myself a million little times,” you look up from the sheet in your hands, eyes lovingly gazing into sana’s before you continued. “and today, in front of the world, i choose you—as i have always chosen you, as i will always choose you, hoping you will forever choose me, too.”

sana’s lips tremble as her eyes begin to gloss over even more, your words going straight to her heart as she nods vigorously, choosing you.

and for some reason, jihyo’s eyes seem to begin to lose focus.

sana is handed her own piece of paper—from someone jihyo recognises as myoui mina, sana’s cousin, as one of the reporters had put it—takes a deep breath, holding it for a few seconds, shakily exhaling as a failing final attempt to compose herself before exposing her speaking her words, her thoughts, her vows.

“they say love is a risk,” she starts, eyes locked on the paper. “but with you, y/n, since the day i met you, since the day you and i become us, it has only ever felt like certainty. i do not love you in halves, in fleeting moments, or the dark. i do not love you in secrets, in shadows, or borrowed time,” and jihyo is sure—absolutely sure—that sana’s words were a sharp dig at whatever relationship (if she can call it that) she had with you, the words hitting her too hard. “i love you in the way the earth loves the rain—undeniable, necessary, inevitable. i love you in the way dawn breaks—gently at first, then all at once, spilling over everything, leaving nothing untouched.” sana giggles wholeheartedly when she looks up from the sheet in her shaky hands, watching the way you bite your lip—a habit of yours, one jihyo finds endearing; holding it a little too close to the centre of her heart—harshly to try stop the tears from forming, and jihyo remembers—remembers the time she saw you biting your lip whilst lost in thought, biting your lip as you digested the question in your exam, jihyo remembers the time when she bit your bottom lip, lost in the pleasure you were providing her with, jihyo remembers how you bit your lip before leaving her house for the last time. “i’ve spent my life searching for something i could truly call mine. something that made sense in a world that often felt out of place. and then, i found you.” jihyo saw how your breath caught—the simplicity and truth behind sana’s words cutting through you. “you, y/n, are the warmth in my coldest moments. you are the breath i didn’t know i needed. you’ve given me a love i never knew existed, a kind of peace i had only dreamed of.” jihyo watches, her chest tightening at the way sana speaks as if the world has stopped for you both. her heart aches as you looks at sana, your eyes filled with something that seems so permanent, so full of certainty. “i vow to love you, not just in the easy moments, but in the hard ones. when we’re tangled up in our fears and our doubts, i’ll hold you close. when the world feels like too much, i’ll be the safe place you come home to,” sana momentarily pauses to swallow, pushing the tears nearing the shore away. “i will love you in the moments no one else sees. i will love you in the quiet, in the spaces between words. you’ll never have to wonder if i’ll be there, because my love for you is certain, unwavering, and will never fade.” sana’s words hold a weight that lingers in the air, your hand trembling slightly from the adrenaline and the gravity of the situation.

sana folds the piece of paper before handing it back to mina, hands securely holding yours as she gazes into your eyes, continuing. “i vow to choose you, every day, even when it’s hard, even when we stumble. i’ll choose you in the mornings, when we’re just waking up, and in the late nights, when the world is asleep and it’s just us.” jihyo’s lips begin to tremble as she can see and hear the sincerity between the two of you. “you are my heart, my home, my forever. and i will love you, always, with all that i am.” every word is a knife twisting deeper in jihyo. “i promise to love you in every lifetime.” sana whispered, voice slightly trembling with emotion. the room feels heavy with the weight of her vow and you can barely hold back your tears.

jihyo clenched her jaw.

she had never been able to promise you anything.

but sana could.

sana could promise you everything.

and then…

“you may now kiss the bride.”

jihyo should have turned it off.

should have spared herself.

but she watched.

she watched as you cradled sana’s face in your hands, as your lips met in a kiss that sealed everything jihyo had lost.

she could hear the roar of applause, the camera flashes—she was sure neighbouring countries could hear it too—the sheer joy of the world celebrating your love—

and jihyo sat in the darkness of her home, suffocating under the weight of her own silence.

⸻

xiii: that’s the thing about illicit affairs… they lie.

jihyo wasn’t expecting to see you again.

but fate had never been kind to her, had it?

she’d agreed to attend the dinner—just another one of those formal events her husband insisted on, full of businessmen who never seemed to tire of discussing the same dull topics. scotch flowed freely, laughter that didn’t belong to her filled the air, and yet, she sat there, detached from it all. a silent observer, her mind wandering far from the polished silverware and the clinking of glasses.

her eyes drifted absentmindedly as the maître d’ led them past rows of candle-lit tables, her thoughts too distant to fully absorb what was happening around her.

and then she heard it.

your voice.

soft, melodic. familiar. it was the sound of everything she’d tried to forget. the sound of her past. filled with warmth and laughter, and a sweetness that cut through the noise of the restaurant.

it shouldn’t have made her stop. it shouldn’t have made her heart skip the way it did, but there she was, frozen in place as her mind caught up with what her body already knew.

she didn’t want to look, she really didn’t, but her body betrayed her. her gaze snapped to the side before she could stop herself.

and there you were.

sitting at a private table, bathed in the soft, amber glow of candlelight. your eyes alight with joy, a smile that she remembered so well playing across your lips. everything about you looked effortless, beautiful. and yet, it wasn’t just you. it was her too.

sana.

jihyo’s stomach churned.

you looked happy. truly happy.

sana, her smile wide and genuine, was leaning forward, her fingers lightly brushing over yours. it was the kind of intimate touch that only couples who had truly melded together shared—the kind that made the world fade away.

jihyo’s eyes lingered for a moment too long on the way you whispered something to sana, how she laughed softly, her eyes bright with affection. your laughter—a sound she had once held so dear, so close to her heart—now felt foreign in her ears.

and then, in the low flicker of candlelight, the gleam of the emerald-cut diamond on sana’s finger caught jihyo’s eye. it was enormous, the way it sparkled—it almost seemed to mock her, reminding her of everything she’d lost. platinum set against an emerald stone that seemed so perfect, so lavish.

it suited sana too well. too effortlessly. just like the life you had now. everything she had been able to build with sana, everything jihyo could never be part of.

jihyo wanted to look away, to tear her eyes from the image of you two, entwined in a happiness that was no longer hers. but she couldn’t.

her heart pounded in her chest, the ache in her throat unbearable.

once upon a time, she thought, that could have been me.

there was a time when she had been the one to make you laugh, the one to hold your hand in such a tender way, when you’d whispered things just for her. there had been a time when it was all so simple. when there was just the two of you, no walls, no boundaries, no rules.

but she had known from the very beginning that it wouldn’t last. that it couldn’t. the lines between professor and student were never meant to be blurred, no matter how much they’d wanted it. and so, when everything fell apart, when reality set in, she had let you go.

but now, watching you with sana, watching how effortlessly your worlds had merged, how complete you looked, the depth of that loss hit her like a tidal wave.

it never would be. it never was.

jihyo tore her eyes away, forcing herself to follow her husband to their table, the words he was speaking to her lost on her. she was so painfully aware of everything. the way her chest tightened. the way her breath seemed to falter. she fought to steady herself, to play the part of the dutiful wife, the one who had everything in control. but inside, it felt like everything was slipping away. like she was drowning in the weight of it all.

it wasn’t supposed to hurt this much.

but it did.

the soft murmur of conversation around her faded. the clinking of silverware against porcelain became distant, muffled. and all she could hear, no matter how hard she tried to block it out, was the sound of you. your laughter.

she tried to focus on the menu, but her gaze would drift back to you, back to sana’s soft fingers caressing yours, the way you leaned in closer to her, so intimate, so natural.

your joy radiated from you, and in that moment, jihyo understood the full extent of her own loss. it wasn’t just the love she once thought was possible with you. it wasn’t just the affection, the connection they had shared.

it was everything. the future. the life that could have been hers.

she didn’t know how long she sat there, how many times her eyes strayed back to you both. but eventually, the moment passed. sana stood up first, her arm looped around yours. you smiled at each other, and then you were both walking away—leaving jihyo alone with the quiet ache of everything she could never have.

jihyo didn’t move for a long moment, her eyes following your retreating figures as they slipped through the restaurant door. everything inside her felt heavy—like she was trapped in a memory she couldn’t escape. her fingers clenched around the edge of the table, as if holding onto it would somehow keep her grounded, keep her from shattering completely.

jihyo let out a shaky breath and turned away, her mind a whirl of emotions she could no longer hide from. she should be angry—she should be angry at fate for leading her down this road, angry at herself for never being brave enough to fight for what she wanted. but there was no anger. just an aching, unspoken sorrow.

her husband’s voice broke through her reverie, and she glanced at him briefly. he was speaking, but it was as if she could barely hear him. his words didn’t matter. not in this moment. not anymore.

“jihyo? everything alright?” his voice was light, but there was a curious look in his eyes. he had no idea, none at all, of the war raging inside her.

“yeah,” she whispered, her voice tight. “just tired.” her husband nodded, unaware of the storm inside her. he probably thought it was just another night, just another dinner. and maybe it was. for him.

but for jihyo, this night would be forever etched in her mind—the night she had seen you with sana. the night she had realised, beyond any doubt, that she had missed her chance. that her story with you had been written in a way she couldn’t change.

as the evening wore on, she tried to focus, to engage in the conversation, to smile and nod, to pretend that everything was fine. but all she could think about was you. you and sana—together. the love you both shared, so pure, so undeniable. a she could never be part of.

later that night, after her husband had fallen asleep, jihyo sat at the edge of the bed, staring out the window. her mind kept returning to you, to the life you had built with sana. she thought of your wedding—how beautiful you had looked, how full of joy. and now, seeing you so utterly content, so in love, it felt like salt in the wound.

she never wanted to be the one to lose. never wanted to be the one left behind. but here she was, alone with her regrets.

her phone buzzed on the nightstand, and she reached for it, checking the notification. it was an image—something that made her heart clench painfully.

itwas a picture of you and sana, posted by one of your mutual friends. the caption read, “the most perfect couple. so proud to see you both thrive.”

the image showed the two of you laughing, your arms around each other, so effortlessly happy. there was no hint of sadness, no reminder of what had once been. just the two of you in your world.

jihyo stared at the screen, her finger hovering over the image. the ache inside her seemed to grow, a deep, gnawing emptiness that she couldn’t fill.

“i should have been braver,” she whispered to herself, the words barely audible in the stillness of the room.

a few years ago, she might have fought for you. she might have done everything differently. but she didn’t. sana was everything you needed, everything she couldn’t be.

the tears came then, silently, as jihyo finally let herself grieve the life she had lost. she wiped them away quickly, not wanting her husband to hear or notice, but deep inside, she knew that nothing would ever be the same again.

she wasn’t even sure if she could keep pretending. she wasn’t sure she could keep pretending that it didn’t hurt to see you so happy with someone else. she wasn’t sure she could keep pretending that it didn’t feel like her heart was slowly being ripped from her chest.

but for now, she lay back on the bed, staring at the ceiling, the image of you and sana burned into her mind.

it was cruel, wasn’t it? fate, that is. to have given her something so beautiful, so precious, and then ripped it away. and now, all she had were the memories—the haunting, bitter memories of a time that was no longer hers.

because that’s the thing about illicit affairs.

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thank you for reading!!

tried not to go into detail for your wedding outfit so you can imagine it yourself!!

also, results of the poll on part 1: i was lowkey hoping jihyo would win but you guys wanted sana so i delivered

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[sanayeons]

Hot, Young, Running Free

Pairing - Misana

BONUS CHAPTER - 13.2k words

Content Warning - Hard Drug Consumption

Tags - Porn With Plot, Top Sana, Bottom Mina, G!P Sana, Rockstar AU, Corruption, Alcohol Consumption

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