⋆.˚ pairing: sophia x fem!reader
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a/n:requests open for all katseye members ˎˊ˗
a collection of moments when Sophia, your girlfriend, proved she's terrible at hiding how much she loves you.
a/n: The first part is inspired by this request
1. The “Baby” moment on live
The broadcast had barely been going for twenty minutes and the chat was already complete chaos. The girls were sitting on the living room floor, nestled among cushions and blankets, answering questions between laughs. You were lounging against the base of the sofa, legs stretched out, and Sophia had settled next to you, so close your shoulders touched and her warmth felt familiar.
You had a quality the fandom adored and that sometimes annoyed Sophia a little. You called absolutely everyone “baby.” You didn’t do it with any bad intention, it was simply your way of being, a habit as ingrained in you as breathing. Sophia knew this when she fell for you. But that didn’t mean she always liked it.
“Daniela, baby, can you pass me that cushion?” you asked, pointing to a fluffy pillow behind the youngest member.
Daniela tossed it to you without issue. “There you go.”
Sophia, who was reading comments on her phone, raised an eyebrow but said nothing. Daniela was her bandmate, it was normal. She could accept it.
Minutes later, Manon entered the frame with a water bottle.
“Anyone want some?” she offered.
“Me, baby,” you said, reaching out your hand.
Manon passed you the bottle with a smile. “Here.”
Sophia pressed her lips together. “Babe” was new. “Babe” was a shorter, more intimate version. She felt a tiny pang in her chest, but took a deep breath. She wasn’t going to be the jealous girlfriend. No. She was mature. A professional.
Until you, distractedly, smiled at the camera and waved to the chat.
“Hi everyone watching, babies. Love you all lots.”
Sophia couldn’t help it. It was stronger than her. She slowly turned her head towards you and, with a voice that tried to sound casual but came out tinged with unmistakable resentment, she let out:
“Interesting. So, everyone is ‘baby’ now. The chat is ‘baby.’ Daniela is ‘baby.’ Manon is ‘baby.’” She paused dramatically. “I thought I was baby.”
The silence lasted about a second before the chat exploded.
KATSEFAN: JAJAJAJAJA SOMEONE IS SO JEALOUS. sophieluvr: THE TONE THE TONE “I THOUGHT I WAS BABY”. yn_editor: Sophia said “excuse me, I’m the only baby here”. sophiaupdates: YN’S FACE
You blinked once. Twice. And then a slow smile spread across your face. You turned completely towards Sophia, ignoring that they were live, ignoring that thousands of people were watching them.
“Ay, my love,” you said, your voice so soft, so affectionate, that Sophia felt herself melting despite being in jealousy mode. “Are you jealous?”
“No,” Sophia replied too quickly, crossing her arms. “Just… stating a fact.”
You chuckled under your breath. You leaned towards her, closing the distance, and lowered your voice just enough for the mic to barely catch the whisper:
“You know you’re the only baby.”
Sophia’s face went from tense to flushed in a matter of seconds. A smile escaped despite her efforts to keep pouting. And although she tried to hide her face in your shoulder, it was too late.
katseye_global: SHE BLUSHED SHE BLUSHED SHE BLUSHED
yn_supremacy: Sophia Laforteza just melted on camera
sophia_fan: i need to know what she said
“I hate you,” Sophia murmured against your shoulder, even though her arms had already uncrossed to wrap around your waist.
“Liar,” you whispered, kissing the top of her head softly.
And the chat, of course, never recovered for the rest of the broadcast. Neither did you, because you felt Sophia clinging to you like a koala, and that was exactly where you wanted her to be.
2. The Live After the Grammy Awards
It was almost three in the morning when Megan and Lara decided it was a good idea to go live to tell “Grammy anecdotes.” The two of them were sitting in front of the camera in the hotel room they shared, still with some glitter on their faces and evident tiredness in their eyes. Behind them, you could see the unmade bed and some disheveled clothes.
You and Sophia were off-screen, lying on the bed next to theirs. Sophia had her head resting on your chest and your fingers were distractedly playing with her hair as you half-listened to the conversation. It had been a long, exhausting night, but Sophia couldn’t sleep unless she was glued to you.
“And then, at the after-party, something really funny happened,” Lara was saying, with the tone of someone about to spill juicy gossip. “This singer, I won’t name names…”
“LMAO THAT,” Megan interrupted, laughing. “The one who kept approaching y/n.”
Your fingers stopped momentarily in Sophia’s hair. She, who was almost asleep, opened her eyes immediately.
“I mean, super persistent,” Lara continued. “Seriously, he just didn’t take hints. And we were like… oh god, so awkward.”
“And you know how y/n is, super polite, smiling and everything,” Megan added. “But you could tell she wanted him to leave.”
Sophia sat up slightly, leaning on one elbow to look towards the screen, even though they couldn’t see her. You felt her body tense against yours.
“Well, but y/n wasn’t paying him any attention,” Sophia said, her voice clear in the room, cutting through the narrative.
Megan and Lara exchanged a knowing look with the camera. The chat started heating up.
“Sophia, nobody asked you,” Lara said, laughing.
“It’s just that…” Sophia sat up a bit more, and you saw her frown. “It’s just that he was super annoying. Plus, he’s not even that famous. And y/n told me she found him bothersome.”
grammys2025: JAJAJAJA THE DEFENSE. sophiaprotects: Sophia bringing out the protective personality. yn_wife: “y/n told me” SO THEY TALKED ABOUT IT. katseyeupdates: wait, where did sophia come from?? LMAO
You bit your lip to keep from laughing. You ran a hand down her back in a calming gesture.
“Baby,” you whispered, “come on, sit up. You’re trembling with pure anger.”
Sophia shot you a look, but obeyed, sitting up on the bed and crossing her legs. You sat up too, ending up next to her.
“I just don’t like them talking about it,” she murmured, her voice lower, just for you.
“I know,” you replied, hooking your pinky with hers. “But nothing happened. You know I only have eyes for you.”
She didn’t say anything, but her face relaxed as you ran your hand over her cheek.
Megan, from the frame, decided to keep fueling the fire.
“The best part was when Sophia showed up,” she said with a mischievous smile. “Seriously, the guy was just standing there talking and Sophia walked over, put an arm around y/n’s waist and said ‘Everything okay?’ The guy’s face was priceless.”
“Really?” Lara asked, faking surprise. “I didn’t remember that part.”
sophia_supremacy: QUEEN. yn_sophia: Sophia marking her territory. katseye_global: THE ARM AROUND THE WAIST
Sophia blushed intensely. You laughed, remembering that moment perfectly. You had felt pride swell in your chest when Sophia appeared, with her best polite smile but a look that made it clear there was no argument possible.
“Someone had to put him in his place,” Sophia mumbled, uncomfortable.
“My hero,” you corrected, leaning in to kiss her cheek.
She looked at you, and for a moment the rest of the world ceased to exist. The noise of the live, the girls’ laughter, the chaotic chat. There was only you, Sophia, and the way she looked at you like you were the only thing that mattered.
“I love you,” she said, so quietly you barely heard it.
“I love you more,” you replied.
And outside, the chat kept exploding, unaware that, just a few feet away, Sophia had completely forgotten about the annoying singer, because she had you, holding her close.
The Gnarly Eats segment was always a beautiful chaos. The table was full of dishes from different countries, and the girls were competing to try a bit of everything while the host tried, unsuccessfully, to maintain order.
Sophia, however, wasn’t interested in the food.
She was sitting to your left, her body slightly turned towards you instead of the camera. Sophia’s gaze was fixed on one single place: you.
“Try this,” she told you, bringing a small spoonful close to you. “It’s not as spicy as the other one. You’ll like it.”
“Sophia,” you said, laughing, “we’re on a food live.”
“So what?” she replied, shrugging one shoulder. “I’m feeding you.”
The host, already used to the group’s dynamic, just raised an eyebrow and continued. The chat, on the other hand, was in an uproar.
gnarlyeatslive: Sophia is in her own world. sophia_focus: She hasn’t looked at the food once, only at y/n. yn_editor: Priority is y/n, food comes second
Minutes later, when they brought out a plate of crispy gamja hotdog, Sophia was the first to grab one. But she didn’t bring it to her mouth. Instead, she gently blew on it, brought it close to your lips, and said:
“Careful, it might be hot. Blow on it a little more.”
“Sophia, I’m an adult,” you joked, but you accepted and took a bite.
She watched you eat with a goofy smile she didn’t try to hide. Only when she saw that you liked it did she take one for herself.
The chaos continued. Lara and Megan argued about who had ordered more food, Manon tried something super spicy and coughed, Daniela laughed nonstop. In the midst of all that, you and Sophia were in your own bubble.
“Want some water?” Sophia asked, watching you take another bite of chicken.
“I’m good, baby,” you answered without thinking.
The change in Sophia was immediate and visible to anyone watching. Her eyes widened slightly, her cheeks flushed pink, and a huge, clumsy, completely genuine smile escaped before she could control it. She quickly looked down, bringing her glass to her lips to hide it, but it was too late.
gnarlyeatslive: THAT SMILE WAS SO OBVIOUS. sophiaupdates: She melted in slow motion. yn_author: Capture that smile for history. katseye_global: “baby” and Sophia ceased to exist
You, seeing her, felt your heart swell. Under the table, you reached for her hand and hooked your pinky with hers. She squeezed gently, without looking up, but the smile didn’t leave her face for the rest of the segment.
“You two are so sappy,” Lara said from the other side of the table, with a teasing grimace. “Seriously, can’t you separate even to eat?”
“No,” Sophia replied simply, without shame, squeezing your hand tighter.
You laughed, and at that moment, with the background noise and food everywhere, you couldn’t imagine being anywhere other than by Sophia’s side.
They were celebrating the new EP release. The atmosphere was pure happiness, mixed with the exhaustion of promotions, but the excitement of sharing that moment with fans made it all worth it.
The girls were sitting in a small circle on the floor, each on their own chair. But after a while, Sophia, without hesitating for a second, had sat on the floor right between your legs. She leaned her back against the chair, rested her head against your knee, and sighed contentedly, as if that was literally the only place in the world she wanted to be.
“Comfortable?” you asked softly, just for her.
“Very,” she replied, turning her head slightly to smile at you.
That’s how almost forty minutes of the live passed. Sophia answered questions, laughed at jokes, interacted with the chat, but never moved from there. Every now and then, you’d casually put an arm around her shoulders, or play with a strand of her hair. It was natural, automatic, as if your bodies had learned to always be in contact.
The chat, of course, missed nothing.
katseye_global: They’ve been like this since the live started. sophiaYAN: Sophia’s place is between y/n’s legs and we accept it. yn_editor: They’ve changed position zero times. sophiaupdates: Sophia is in her comfort zone: next to y/n
At one point, Lara read that someone in the chat suggested a group hug.
They all stretched their arms out between laughs to hug each other. Well, almost all of them.
Sophia stayed seated and instead of getting up, she simply twisted her torso, raised her arms, and wrapped them tightly around your waist. She pressed her cheek against your knee and closed her eyes, completely oblivious to the rest of the world.
“I’ll hug them later,” she murmured against your leg. “I’m good here right now.”
Your heart skipped a beat. You ran a hand through her hair, stroking it gently.
katseye_global: Literally “the others can wait”. sophiaYAN: She can’t be away from her even for a second. yn_supremacy: Sophia chose her place and it’s with y/n. sophia_fan: The group hug is secondary, what matters is hugging y/n
The other girls looked at you two, laughing, used to it by now. Megan motioned towards the couple with her head and said:
“Well, the group hug is without the lovebirds over here.”
“They’re their own group now,” Daniela added, laughing.
And although the live ended minutes later, Sophia didn’t move from your lap until they turned off the cameras. And when they finally did, you slid down to the floor to sit beside her, wrap your arms around her, and whisper in her ear:
She looked at you, with those bright eyes that always disarmed you, and replied:
“I know. That’s why I’m here.”
It was a Thursday night and Manon had decided to start an impromptu live. She was sitting on her bed, her phone propped up somewhere she’d found among the sheets, and the chat kept her company as she talked softly about her day, about the music she was listening to, about whatever came up.
The atmosphere was calm. Manon had that quality of making lives feel intimate, like you were in the room with her. The chat flowed slowly, with questions about her movie recommendations and if she’d eaten well.
“Yeah, we ordered Thai food today,” Manon was saying in her calm voice. “Sophia almost died from the spice, as usual.”
manon_fan: haha poor Sophia. katseye_global: reads wattpad. yn_editor: where’s y/n today?
Manon smiled reading the comments.
“y/n is around here,” she said, turning her head slightly towards the door. “I think she was in the kitchen. y/n?” she raised her voice a little. “You there?”
From outside, a distracted “Yeah?” was heard, followed by approaching footsteps.
You appeared in the doorway with an apple in your hand, nibbling on it distractedly. You were wearing an enormous hoodie — Sophia’s, to be exact — and your hair was a little messy, like you’d just woken up from a nap.
“You called me?” you asked, entering the room without paying attention to the fact that Manon’s phone was recording.
“Just the chat was looking for you,” Manon said, pointing at the screen.
You got a little closer, leaning in to see the comments, and that’s when the chat exploded.
fan_loco: WHAT’S THAT ON HER NECK. sophiaprotects: Y/N HAS A HICKEK. katseye_global: NO WAY. yn_supremacy: THAT’S CLEARLY A HICKEY. manon_fan: MANON ZOOM IN
Manon, who hadn’t noticed a thing, kept talking as if nothing was wrong. But you, completely unaware of the disaster you’d just unleashed, kept biting your apple and smiling at the chat.
The problem was that the neck of the hoodie, being so big, had slid to one side, revealing a quite visible mark on the lower part of your neck. Small, yes, but unmistakable. A reddish-purple bruise that left no doubt about its origin.
fan_123: Y/N SHOW US YOUR NECK BETTER. sophiaupdates: THAT’S NOT A MOSQUITO BITE. yn_editor: SOMEONE WARN SOPHIA
At that moment, as if the universe had a perverse sense of humor, Sophia appeared behind you. She’d just come from the shower, hair still damp, wearing a loose t-shirt. She approached from behind, slipping an arm around your waist with the naturalness of someone who’s done that gesture a thousand times.
“What are you watching?” she asked, also leaning in to look at the screen.
And then she saw it. The chat. The comments. And finally, your neck.
Her expression went from curious to horrified in about half a second. Her eyes widened like saucers and her hand instinctively flew to cover your neck, but it was already too late.
“y/n!” she exclaimed in an urgent whisper, pressing against you. “Your neck.”
You blinked, confused for a second. And then it clicked.
“Oh shit!” you blurted, bringing your own hand to your neck, but Sophia was already in crisis mode.
“Cover it,” she hissed, trying to pull your hoodie up. “Cover it, cover it, cover it.”
katseye_global: JAJAJA SOPHIA’S PANIC. yn_supremacy: THEY REMEMBERED THE COMPANY. manon_fan: This is better than a K-drama
Manon, who had been watching the whole scene with a slow smile growing on her face, decided it was time to intervene… in her own way.
“Oh, Sophia,” she said, in that dry, amused tone that characterized her, “what’s that? A bruise?”
Sophia shot you a “play along” look before answering:
“Yeah, a bruise,” she said, her voice too loud, too nervous. “She fell. In the kitchen. Slipped. On water. Water is very dangerous.”
You had to bite your lip to keep from laughing. Sophia was a terrible liar.
fan_456: BRUISE? THAT’S A HICKEY. sophiaupdates: Sophia professional liar. yn_editor: y/n’s face like “oh god”
Lara, who had heard the commotion from the hallway, appeared in the doorway with a bag of chips in her hand.
“What happened?” she asked, chewing, and seeing the scene — Sophia clinging to you like a life raft, you with a look of not knowing whether to laugh or cry, Manon with her judge-like smile — she understood everything. “Ah. Did you guys see the neck thing already?”
“Lara, you’re not helping!” Sophia shushed her.
“What? I didn’t say anything.” Lara shrugged, entering the room and sitting on the bed. “I just mentioned the neck. That she has a… mole. A new mole.”
Sophia squeezed your arm in desperation.
“Yes,” Sophia said. “A mole. It appeared. Out of nowhere. Very common.”
sophia_fan: LARA “NOT HELPING. katseye_global: The most hickey-looking mole in history. yn_supremacy: This is a disaster and I love it
Megan appeared behind Lara, drawn by the noise.
“Why are you guys screaming so much?” she asked, and seeing Sophia glued to you covering your neck, she burst out laughing. “Oh no! Did you see it? Did you see the hickey?”
“IT’S NOT A HICKEY!” Sophia and Lara exclaimed in unison.
Megan looked at them. “Lara, you don’t have to defend anything.”
“I’m helping,” Lara said with dignity.
Daniela came running in, excited. “What happened? What happened? I heard chaos.”
“y/n has a hickey and Sophia is in crisis because everyone saw it,” Megan summarized.
“IT’S NOT A HICKEY!” Sophia repeated, though her red face said otherwise.
daniela_fan: Daniela arrived for the gossip. katseye_global: Sophia saying it’s not a hickey with the guiltiest face ever. yn_editor: This is gold
Daniela came closer to look, and you, resigned, let Sophia cover your neck with both hands.
“Looks like a hickey,” Daniela pronounced, nodding seriously. “A big hickey.”
“DANIELA!” Sophia groaned.
“What? It’s my professional opinion.”
Manon, who was still holding the phone and watching the chaos with the tranquility of someone watching their favorite show, decided to read some comments out loud.
“Here it says: ‘Sophia, don’t hide, Hybe doesn’t watch the lives,’” she read. “Another one: ‘We all know you’re girlfriends, it’s fine.’ And this one: ‘The hickey is iconic, defend it.’”
Sophia looked at you with pleading eyes.
“Tell them it’s not true,” she whispered.
You sighed, stroking her hand that was still clutching your neck.
“Look,” you said, addressing the chat with your best poker face. “This is a bruise. I fell. I’m clumsy. Sophia takes care of me. The end.”
Sophia nodded vigorously.
“Yes,” she confirmed. “I take care of her. Because she’s clumsy. Very clumsy.”
sophia_fan: THE WORST ACTING IN HISTORY. katseye_global: now we understand what dani meant. yn_supremacy: No one believes them and that’s the best part
Lara choked on a chip from laughing.
“Sorry,” she coughed, “it’s just… yeah, y/n is very clumsy. Always falling. Onto necks. Sophia’s necks.”
“LARA!” Sophia threw a pillow in her direction.
Megan was crying with laughter on the floor. Daniela was clapping. Manon smiled.
And you, in the middle of it all, could only laugh while hugging Sophia, who had buried her face in your shoulder and was muttering complaints about her life.
“I hate you for doing this to me,” she murmured.
“You did it,” you reminded her, pointing to your neck.
Sophia blushed even more and hid her face again.
Manon, always timely, decided to close the live in style.
“Well, folks,” she said, smiling at the camera, “this has been… educational. Remember: bruises are dangerous, be careful when you fall. See you.”
“MANON!” Sophia exclaimed.
But the live had already ended.
The six of them were silent for a second. And then everyone burst into laughter.
“Hybe is going to call tomorrow,” Megan said, wiping away tears.
“I know,” Sophia groaned, collapsing onto the bed.
You lay down next to her, putting an arm around her waist.
“But it was worth it,” you said with a smile.
Sophia looked at you and, despite the drama and the chaos, she smiled.
“Yeah,” she admitted quietly. “It was worth it.”
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