summary you’re down bad for yunjin. rumors say she’s crushing on someone, and you’re losing it hoping it’s you. turns out, she’s been in love with your dumb ass the whole time.
genre fluff / humor / mutual pining / best friends to lovers / gay panic™
pairing huh yunjin x fem!reader
masterlist.
you are so fucking tired of people saying “i think yunjin has a crush.”
like ok. good for her. congrats to her and her mysterious crush. may they live happily ever after. whatever. you’re not bitter. totally unbothered. you’re just gonna lie down in traffic real quick.
because the thing is… you’ve been in love with her for, like, ever. and not in a chill way. in a “i see her tie her hair up and forget how to breathe” way. in a “she hugs me for too long and i have to physically restrain myself from proposing” kind of way.
and now everyone keeps talking about her stupid crush and you’re spiraling. if it’s not you, you’re gonna eat drywall.
“i’m just saying,” chaewon whispers one night like she’s gossiping about a celebrity scandal, “yunjin’s totally into someone. she’s been singing love songs in the shower.”
“maybe she just likes music,” you say, deadpan, already preparing to scream into a pillow later.
“she’s been smiling at her phone like a loser,” kazuha adds, sipping her tea.
you… dying. combusting. already halfway into a breakdown.
“okay cool,” you say, casually, while gripping your chopsticks like you’re about to stab someone. “good for her.”
meanwhile, yunjin walks into the room, looks at you, and goes, “hey loser,” with a grin that’s all teeth and heart-eyes.
and you? you just sit there blinking like a broken npc because holy fuck she’s so pretty and she called you loser in that tone and you're this close to kissing her out of pure emotional instability.
you’re unwell. actually.
you almost confess like. five times. every time you chicken out. flop behavior. you should be banned from having feelings.
the closest you come is during a dumb late-night kitchen moment. it’s 2:43am. you’re both standing in front of the fridge like divorced parents debating what to eat.
she’s wearing your hoodie. your hoodie. sleeves covering her hands. hair messy. half-asleep. and she’s so close.
you look at her. you open your mouth.
“i like your face,” is what you almost say.
but what actually comes out is “do you want noodles or eggs?”
yunjin blinks. “…what?”
“i said noodles. or eggs. pick one. coward.”
you don’t speak for the next thirty minutes.
everything gets worse when you see her and kazuha laughing together. they’re holding hands for some reason??? why are they touching?? why is yunjin giggling like that. why is your soul leaving your body.
you go to the bathroom and stare at your reflection like “girl be so serious rn.” you look insane. you feel insane. you’ve entered the third act of a queer romcom and it’s giving cringe.
y/n
u busy?
yunjin
for you? never. what’s up??
y/n
having an aneurysm
come to the roof. i need to tell u something
yunjin
if u push me off i swear to god
you’re already pacing when she gets there. full gay panic. knees weak, arms spaghetti.
“yo,” she says, casually. like you’re not about to emotionally vomit all over her.
“yo,” you say back, voice cracking. excellent start.
she squints at you. “you good?”
“define good.”
“…are you dying.”
“maybe.”
you inhale. then just. let it rip.
“do you have a crush on someone?”
she blinks. “wow okay. starting strong.”
“answer the question, yunjin. this is life or death.”
she tilts her head, arms crossed. “why?”
“because i—i just. i need to know,” you say, immediately regretting this entire thing.
she stares at you. her expression shifts. softens.
she squints at you. “why? you jealous or something?”
you snort way too aggressively. “pshh. no. haha. what the fuck. who. me. jealous. lol.”
a beat of silence.
“you are jealous,” she says, grinning. “holy shit.”
“shut up,” you groan, covering your face with your hands. “fuck. forget i said anything.”
“can’t. too late. it’s burned into my memory forever.”
you peek at her through your fingers. she’s just. smiling at you. all soft and amused like you’re the most interesting thing in the room. your heart does a backflip and crashes into a wall.
“…so?” you ask, muffled. “do you?”
“i do.”
you drop your hands. “oh.”
she snorts. snorts. she’s having fun. you’re dying.
“wanna know who it is?”
you freeze. “not if it’s gonna hurt my feelings.”
she leans in. leans the fuck in. you can feel her breath on your cheek. you go red instantly. like. tomato. full cherry blossom.
“it’s you,” she whispers.
you blink. once. twice.
“fuck off.”
“dead serious.”
“ME??” you screech. “ME?????????”
she laughs. “yes???”
“you’ve been singing in the shower about me???”
“you were eavesdropping???”
you grab her by the sleeves of your hoodie.
“you’ve been walking around here making me lose my entire mind for MONTHS—”
“same??? i literally thought you hated me.”
“i thought you were in love with kazuha.”
yunjin makes a face. “ew no. she’s hot but she’s like. my emotional support retriever.”
you wheeze. “i was gonna write a whole ass letter.”
“i was gonna write a song,” she retorts. “it was called ‘i think my best friend’s a hot idiot.’”
“oh my god,” you whisper. “kiss me before i jump off this roof.”
she does.
and it’s fucking perfect.
like. embarrassingly good. like years of tension melting into soft laughter and shaky hands and her lips tasting like mint and ramen and pure serotonin.
when you pull away, breathless, she grins.
“soooo,” she says, “can i call you my girlfriend now or are we still playing the 'emotionally repressed besties' game.”
“nah,” you say. “i want the title. gimme the label. say it.”
she leans in, all smug and sweet.
“mine?”
you nearly pass out.
later, you’re lying on her bed, tangled in limbs and way too many blankets. she’s scrolling through her phone while playing with your fingers like it’s the most normal thing in the world.
“by the way,” she says, casually, “i still want noodles.”
“you’ll get noodles when i stop blushing.”
“so… never?”
“shut the fuck up.”
she kisses your cheek. “make me.”
you do. poorly. but she giggles anyway and pulls you closer like you’re the whole damn world.
and yeah. turns out she was crushing on you. the whole time.
turns out you were just a dumb bitch in love. but hey. so was she.
The balcony door slid open with a quiet hush, letting the cool night air slip into the dorm. Sophia stood at the railing in that familiar oversized purple hoodie, arms loosely crossed as she stared out at the scattered lights of Seoul. Her shoulders carried the weight of another long day — vocal runs that stretched her voice thin, dance practices that left her muscles aching, and the constant pull of being the one everyone looked to.
You stepped out without a word at first, letting the door click shut behind you. She didn’t turn right away, but the small tilt of her head told you she knew it was you.
The city hummed far below, distant and endless. Up here it felt smaller, more manageable, like the world could wait just a little longer.
“You’re drifting again,” you said gently, moving to stand beside her. Your arm brushed hers, warm against the chill.
Sophia let out a soft breath, almost a laugh but heavier. “It’s hard not to. Everything moves so fast. One minute I’m making sure the girls ate, that Lara’s not pushing through an injury, that Yoonchae feels included… and then I realize I forgot to eat too.” She glanced at you, her dark eyes tired but still so full of that quiet warmth. “Sometimes I feel like I’m the only thing keeping us all from floating away. But who keeps me here?”
You reached over and took her hand, sliding your fingers between hers without hesitation. Her grip tightened immediately, like she’d been waiting for that tether.
“I do,” you answered simply. “When the schedules pile up and the lights feel too bright, I’m right here. You don’t have to carry it alone tonight.”
She turned toward you fully then, the city glow catching on the soft curve of her cheek and the faint exhaustion under her eyes. For a moment she just looked at you — really looked — like she was letting herself believe it.
“You always show up exactly when I need it,” she murmured. “Even when I don’t say anything. Even when I try to pretend I’m fine.”
You lifted your free hand and brushed a loose strand of hair behind her ear, letting your fingertips linger against her skin. “Because I know you, Soph. I know the girl who grew up splitting time between Manila and California, who still sneaks little comforts for everyone else even when she’s running on empty. The one who sings like she’s pouring her whole heart out and then worries if it was enough.”
Sophia’s eyes softened, a small smile breaking through the tiredness. She stepped closer, closing the space until you could feel the faint vanilla scent of her shampoo and the steady rise and fall of her breathing.
“I don’t know how you do it,” she whispered. “Make everything feel a little less heavy. Like I can finally stop holding my breath.”
You pulled her in gently, wrapping your arms around her waist as she rested her head on your shoulder. Her body melted against yours, the tension in her back easing bit by bit. The night air wrapped around both of you, but the warmth between you was stronger.
“You don’t have to be unbreakable all the time,” you said against her hair. “Not with me. Let me be the steady ground for you, the way you are for everyone else.”
She nodded slowly, her arms sliding around you tighter. For a long while you just stood there together — no rush, no need to fill the silence. The distant city sounds faded into the background, leaving only the two of you and the quiet understanding that had grown between you over late-night talks, shared snacks, and stolen moments like this.
Eventually Sophia pulled back just enough to meet your eyes again. Her gaze held something deeper now, vulnerable and hopeful all at once.
“I want more of this,” she admitted softly. “More nights where I don’t have to be the leader first. Where I can just… come back to you and feel safe. Where we can talk about going home someday — real home, with my mom’s cooking and no cameras waiting outside.”
You smiled, thumb tracing slow circles on her lower back. “We’ll have it. All of it. The quiet days, the loud ones, the ones in between. I’m not going anywhere.”
Her expression brightened, that signature Sophia glow returning even in the dim light. She leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to your lips — soft, lingering, full of everything she couldn’t always say out loud. When she pulled away, her forehead rested against yours.
“Stay with me tonight?” she asked, voice barely louder than the breeze. “Just sleep. Just you close.”
“Always,” you replied, squeezing her hand once more.
She led you back inside, careful and quiet so the others wouldn’t wake. In the soft glow of the hallway, Sophia glanced back at you with a small, private smile — the kind reserved only for these moments.
The world outside kept spinning, full of stages and expectations. But right here, in the space between heartbeats, she had somewhere solid to return to. Someone who reminded her she didn’t have to drift alone.
“oh, come on, you’re saying you didn’t think about it like that? not once?” lara asked, gaze trained on you with a teasing glint flickering in her eyes. you rolled your eyes at her insistence, like you hadn’t denied the same question twice already--when you had first joined dream academy’s training camp, you and lara were roommates. it wasn’t quite as obvious then as it was now, but she loved flirting with you. and she wasn’t shy about it.
“oh, please, like you don’t flirt with every pretty face you see.” you bit back, lips quirking into a coy smile. like the tease you were, you couldn’t resist an arising challenge. “i know you. and i know you love a good chase, raja.”
and like the stud she was, lara couldn’t back down. she let out a sultry laugh, her head tilting down briefly, her eyes fluttering shut. when she glanced back up at you, she was beyond ready to play your game. “so you know you got a pretty face, huh?”
user01 it almost feels like i’m interrupting something
user02 “dinner’s ready” i yell as i lay on the dinner table
user03 rock paper these two definitely scissor
daniela let out a loud whistle, fanning herself. you sat near the right end of the table, and sat between you and the indian singer was the fan-favourite roommate pair.
manon waved her hands, swallowing the bite she had swirling in her mouth before gently shoving the two of you back into your seats. you giggled at the unsubtle twist of disgust in her expression, but fall back away from the two anyways.
“ya’ll better back up before i call hr.” she threatened lightly.
at the other end, the far right, of the table, those assigned comments duty had their attention torn away from the screens cradled in their hands, necks craned to watch the two members absolutely taking the fandom by the neck right then.
megan, though a little lost in the conversation droning on on top of the flooding comments on the livestream, laughed along with whatever joke or antic she barely made out. she peered down at the ipad, words speeding much too fast for her dyslexic mind, but it was hard to miss some repetitive replies:
user04 do they know it’s legal now (it’s pride month too)
user05 i knew there was sth off about you… YOU’RE GAY
user06 like we’re all surprised they’re always flirting bro
“haha--someone said, ‘these lesbians’.” megan read aloud, her eyes widened as she passed yoonchae the ipad.
sitting at the end of that side, sophia was awfully quiet. she hadn’t touched her food in a while, and who was supposed to be the loud, present leader, was now a mysteriously silent observer. she bit back whatever shit she wanted to say, to yell, at an unsuspecting, but nevertheless guilty, lara raj.
it wasn’t the first time she had made her attraction to you known, despite your apparent disinterest in pursuing anything with one of your best friends. still, she persisted. and god, there was nothing in the world that pissed sophia off more.
“‘lara shooting her shot for all of us’,” megan continued reciting, “‘the way they’d make the hottest fucking couple is absolutely gnarly’--oh my god, it’s like a thirst box in here.”
sophia sulked, unwilling to take the ipad when yoonchae offered. she crossed her arms, leaning back into her seat as you all raged on about the intense support a hypothetical relationship between you and lara had managed to gather. every comment read aloud fuelled her irritant more. it was almost out of character, for somebody as vibrant a spirit as sophia, and a blind person could have noticed it.
user07 holy fuck if looks could kill sophia’s going on death row
user08 lara better wrap it up before she gets jumped
user09 when the loud ones go quiet yk shits hitting the fan
“what even happened back then?” daniela questioned, her fork hanging off her lips as she turned to you. mid-bite of the bowl of ramen in your mouth, you hummed. “i remember lara would like completely change her personality whenever y/n would come in a room or like join a conversation. it was so funny, like, everybody would make fun of her for it ‘cuz, like, what?”
“oh my god, when emily would give me the most obvious, unslick look when you would come up and talk to me. she was itching to say something every time,” lara groaned.
“really?” you giggled, “i hadn’t noticed… but now that you mention it, i do remember dani saying something about it.”
“yeah, she was so down bad, bro!” megan added, her infectious laughter tearing through the room. “so annoying.”
user10 i love the no pr training they just expose themselves
user11 we got lara’s love confession before a new comeback
user12 guys why is sophia so pressed this is sending me
upon a mindful nudge from daniela, you glanced to your left. sophia was sitting stiffly, her jaw drawn tight, trying to keep her smile from looking like a grimace. you knew that look. and you were praying she wouldn’t combust on live.
lara called your name softly. “no, but seriously. if i had made a move back then, who knows what would’ve happened?”
you shrugged, chuckling. who did know? perhaps way back during dream academy days, that version of you would have loved to shack it up with your indian bandmate. you rolled your eyes, flashing a tempting grin. you eased her subtle try at hitting on you. “oh please, you would’ve been rejected so fast.”
sophia leaned forward suddenly, her voice breaking the mold for the first time in what felt like eons. it came out a little sharp for her own taste, “yeah, well. good thing you didn’t.”
all eyes landed on their leader. the live silenced for a moment.
“sophia, you okay?” you asked, one brow raised. as bad as it sounded, you enjoyed lighting her fuse. it was entertaining.
“mhm,” sophia said, too quickly. “just... it’s super crazy.”
lara let out a low snort, jumping at the chance to poke fun at her usually composed leader. “what, jealous?”
sophia opened her mouth, then shut it. she reminded herself of the multiple cameras trained on her every move right then. she smiled, a sarcastically faux smile, but a smile nonetheless. you were familiar with her mannerisms well enough to know she was just itching to snap back, the slight twitch in her eye was more than enough of a hint for that. oblivious to the radiating vex from the filipina, you tilted your head, lost.
"please," she muttered, trying to sound unimpressed, laughing the jab off like a joke. "like i have anything to be jealous about."
user13 oh baby who is you this ain’t fooling nobody
user14 sophia try not to kill lara for being a dipshit challenge
user15 omg she’s feeding the n/nphinz agenda well
lara raised a brow in challenge. “possessive, much?”
“me? no,” sophia said curtly, exhaling deeply through her nose. she ran a hand through her hair, shaking her head. “see, i know y/n likes me better, i’m her… best friend. she’s mine, see?”
you wet your lips, catching sophia’s eye. you noticed the sharp, jagged edge of her smile. still, you couldn’t help the playful tug seeping through the smile that hung on your face. “you would have been shut down too. sorry, fi, no special treatment.”
user16 i would never socially recover from a public rejection
user17 she did NOT even stutter lmao poor sophia
user18 imagine having a face card so lethal you reject sophia
˚⟡˖ ࣪ ⋆ clip two: [ vlog ] angel city fc pride match w/ katseye
sporting the custom jersey, your name ironed across your back, you stood amongst your bandmates as seven pairs of feet stepped out onto the lush green field of angel city fc’s stadium. clutching your hand tightly, sophia lead you to stand sandwiched between all the other members. you waved and beamed up at the thousands of fans shrieking down at you.
your camera team followed you closely, documenting every little detail of this momentous occasion. sometime between the staged welcome and being lead to the stands where your seats were reserved, you had lost sophia’s clutch, and wound up in daniel’s instead. the latina, occupied by her surroundings, hadn’t even noticed when she grabbed your hand, tracing patterns over it as she added to megan’s story for the cameras.
you have never thought twice about it--daniela was a very affectionate person. but that didn’t mean others haven’t.
“mahal, come ‘ere,” sophia suddenly called from behind megan. your hand tugged away from daniela’s, who was still deeply engrossed in conversation about the double date story megan and lara had insisted on gate keeping from the fans.
her hands found your back, warm hands palming the soft skin of your hips, tucking your shirt into your bra the way it was.
then, her hands grabbed your hips firmly, pulling you down into her lap as her arms encircled your waist securely. her chin found your shoulder, her breath fanning your collarbone. you yelped, a little breathless as you ended up on her lap, legs entangled awkwardly, faces inches apart. you wondered what had gotten into the sweet, composed sophia you usually saw. like the eyekons have pointed out multiple times online, she had been acting awfully protective of you. it was odd.
“sophia,” daniela chuckled, “what’s going on there, hon?”
you felt her arms tighten around you when attention suddenly fell on the two of you. it squeezed a gasp from you, your hands finding hers clutching onto your stomach.
“nothing,” she grumbled, “just getting comfortable…”
daniela and megan shared a look, but upon seeing your dazed focus, they decided it wasn’t worth pissing off sophia.
throughout the game, you were engaging with fans and bringing a lively energy to the game. when sophia had eventually let you go, by the hand, megan dragged you over to some fans waving you over. she was entrapped by the labubu outstretched from the woman’s hand, cradling it as she squealed. you giggled, thanking the fan as megan picked and probed at the fanged creature on its keychain.
“y/n, i got one for you too!” she called, pulling a gold-furred (your assigned colour) one from her bag and holding it out.
“oh my goodness,” you gasped, taking it carefully. the corner of your lips pried from ear to ear as you glanced back up at the woman. “thank you, pretty girl. can i give you a hug?”
upon her very enthusiastic agreement, you stepped onto one of the seats in front of the stands, reaching up to wrap you arm around her neck tightly. the fan spared no time, encircling her own around your frame as she squealed into your ear.
just then, you heard a tsunami of fanfare plague the stadium.
megan’s hand continuously thrusted against the back of your shoulder. it took you a second to pull away from the hug, your head snapping back at the hawaiian at her persistent abuse. but she had her eyes set on something else, much further, and much higher. her arm hung high, finger erect and pointing high at a reflective, and very pink screen on the jumbotron.
mounted with animated hearts floating up the screen, pixelated frills lined the big heart. across the top sprawled big, bubbled letters: “KISS CAM!” framed in the centre of the heart was the fan and a familiar katseye member, your name on display as the screen delayed the shock on your face.
you glanced over at the younger for support, wordlessly pleading for a solution. but come on, it was megan.
“just do it.” megan encouraged, urging you towards the fan.
you cleared your throat, watching as the fan and her friend recorded the screen in excitement. you wagged a finger at her, cheekily tugging at your lip with your teeth as you stepped back onto the seat against the stands. you could see it took everything in her to contain the ecstasy coursing through her veins, but she digressed. you gently cupped her cheek, pursing your lips to plant a soft kiss against the other. the camera zoomed in on the mark staining her cheek, which was quickly masked by the faint shade flushing to her defined cheeks.
“oh my god, this is fucking crazy!” she slurred, drunk on you.
you laughed, clasping your hands together and blowing a kiss towards the cameras. and suddenly, soccer wasn’t the reason people were cheering throughout the crowd anymore.
you bid the fan farewell, thanking them once again for the gifts as you made your way back towards the seats assigned just for you. the kiss cam went to another few people in the stands, but none as captivating as yours.
“looks like you’ve made someone’s day,” manon chuckled when the two of you got back to the group. she pointed at the stands, where the fan had fallen back, her friend fanning her.
“or ruined someone else’s.” daniela mumbled, nudging your elbow. you could feel sophia’s sour expression from there.
a possessive hand grabbed you by the waist, pulling you back down into a warm lap. she didn’t say a word, not even a sound, but you could feel her through her grappling fingertips. she was silently praying the kiss cam would land on your group just so she could get a piece of you for herself. alas, no such luck.
˚⟡˖ ࣪ ⋆ clip three: [ vlog ] lounging w the laforteza’s | katseye
it was no surprise when somebody would make their affections for you apparent, sophia had grown accustomed to it. could she blame them? you were katseye’s golden girl, everybody’s favourite in one way or another. though she liked having you under her arm, she knew she had to share. it wouldn’t be fair for people to not be able to enjoy the pleasure that was you.
when katseye were in the philippines for showcase week, the laforteza’s generously offered to host the girls for dinner the very first night. the week leading up to your flight, sophia was absolutely buzzing, eager to jump at the opportunity to go home and see her family. it made your heart swell.
“my mom’s going all out, y’know, she’s got so much food, i think we’re all about to implode.” sophia said to the camera, “man, i can’t believe you guys are all gonna be in my house, with my pets, my brothers… that’s insane.”
“yeah, yoonchae squared.” the maknae giggled.
“wait, didn’t bailey have a massive thing for y/n?” megan snorted, nudging the filipina with her elbow. you chuckled, beside megan, who was wedged between you and sophia in the middle row of the van. behind you, lara poked her head through the gap between you and megan’s, humming. “oh, yeah, and he’d come drop things off for sophia during dream academy all the time when your family visited.”
sophia had nearly forgotten about that. her eyes narrowed, reminiscing back to watching her brother become a flustered mess when y/n would come around during their da days.
“yeah, maybe he’s still into you.” manon teased, reaching back and poking you from the passenger seat up front.
“i’m sure he’s moved on from it,” sophia interjected, slicing through the playful atmosphere in the car. “it’s been months.”
“guess we’ll find out,” lara mouthed to the camera.
each of you got a suffocatingly tight embrace the moment you got out of the car. sophia’s parents spared no time ushering you all inside, the camera crew trailing closely behind. the boys stood, holding onto the pets by the front door, greeting and welcoming you all as you entered. as you stepped inside, you saw bailey’s demeanour change. he straightened his back, and held his head higher. he gave you a polite smile, offering a hand to help you through the doorway.
“oh! thanks, bailey,” you said, “it’s nice to see you again.”
his cheeks flush a darker shade, leaving his position by the door to walk you towards the kitchen. “it’s nice to see you.”
“thanks for having us, we’re super excited to be here and get our filipino friends together.” you joked, earning a tight chortle from the boy. the cameraman filming you two shot you a cheeky grin, which seemed to blow right past bailey’s head.
“yo, bails, mama’s asking for you to help with the food.”
the two of your heads snapped towards the doorway, sophia’s stern expression on her face. which was odd, considering the filipina had always had a soft spot for her brothers. which you wouldn’t have been able to tell, from the way her stern gaze was burning holes in the older boy’s head.
he gave you a smile, “i’ll talk to you later then. excuse me.”
when he stopped in front of his sister, expecting her to moved, she didn’t. he awkwardly squeezed past the slim gap.
“come on, fia, bullying your brother already? it’s been five minutes since we got here.” you shook your head, rubbing the sides of her arms teasingly. “the poor guy looked so scared.”
“i’m not bullying him. he’s being a creepy weirdo.”
something about the way sophia seemed to have to ward her own brother off was very jarring to fans. the vlog seemed to do wonders as clips of sophia’s undying possessive energy over you throughout the entirety of the dinner were posted. still, like the polite, game-loving gal you were, you refused to stay away from the boy. he was just being nice… and you could never be as mean to a friend as sophia wanted. world 3 - sophia 0.
˚⟡˖ ࣪ ⋆ clip four: [ tiktok ] keeping up w katseye (@katseye)
(inspired by eve and clara reading bet fanfics on tiktok)
“okay, the good thing is, i think we won’t get flagged as easily if we do it here.” you explained to lara, who scrolled through the wattpad catalogue on her ipad hesitantly. you skimmed the comments eyekons were making, ushering you to read them by affirming your suspicions. “yeah, see? as long as we don’t show any porn up in here, we should be totally fine.”
user01 NO WHY THE FUCK WOULD YALL DO THIS
user02 yeah we ain’t ever getting another comeback after this
user03 fuck save yourselves we cooked fr lmao
user04 someone hide the kinky shit from them please lord
you and lara settled on a story eventually, which, you were much more interested in reading the ones with ridiculous descriptions, but by popular recommendations in the comment section, you decided on a “katseye x ceo trope” one instead. and with a theatric clear of her throat, lara was ready to start you guys off. and you couldn’t help but smirk.
“--‘she walked across the room with a certain confidence to her. a certain authority. it was almost… intoxicating.’” lara read, her voice dropping to a low, sensual tone. she gave the phone a narrow-eyed glance, “okay, they’re saying you’re serving an intoxicating aura. i mean, not lore accurate, but okay.” you swatted her in the arm, clicking your tongue. she snickered, holding up the ipad. “stop! i need to get into this, okay?” she cleared her throat again. “okay, wait, i think you should play yourself. i’ll tell you when to speak.”
user05 omg there’s no way they’re reading xxx
user06 LARA CHOSE A FUCKING LAFORL/N FIC WTF
user07 it was nice knowing ya’ll i’m kms after this
“--‘if there was one thing y/n couldn’t tolerate in her office, it was an arrogant attitude. lucky for her, her boss was cockiness strapped in tight purple stilettos--sophia laforteza.’ oh my god, wait, what? i didn’t know this was a you and sophia one.” the indian said. “hold on, ya’ll told me this was a katseye fic.”
you tilted your head, a small smile crept onto your lips. as lara scolded the fans in the chat, you skimmed ahead of the book.
user08 omg the smirk… this is it for me… i need it tattooed
user09 laforl/n deniers been real quiet in here huh
user10 THE SMIRK???? Y/N L/N YOU’RE A FREAKY MOFO
“okay, stop yelling at eyekons and keep reading!” you urged, clinging onto lara’s arm. you pursed your lips, feigning irritant as the older sighed, adjusting the ipad in her hands.
“--‘her employees would say y/n ran kats co. like a military unit. she was the hard-hitting strict boss. just the mere mention of her name could have the water boys quivering in their shoes.’” lara couldn’t contain her loud laughter at this inaccurate description of you. rolling your eyes at her amusement, you grabbed the tablet from her. “wha--hey!”
“you’re getting distracted! we’ve barely gotten through two paragraphs.” you shrugged, “i’m going to speed this up. i’ll be myself and when i tell you, you do sophia’s parts.”
user11 really channeling that strict boss energy rn babe
user12 omg i’ve read xxx they’re abt to be so traumatized bro
user13 WHAT THE FUCK SOPHIA’S IN HERE
“--‘y/n grabbed the stack of files sitting before her in the conference room. she dismissed her subordinates. i was so sick of incompetent men running the company to the ground. most times she was glad they had to report to her, if it were up to them, kats co. would’ve gone bankrupt already.’” lara couldn’t help but shake her head at how immersed in the story you were, not even sparing the live a glance. “‘they answer to her, but there was only one person y/n answered to.’”
you pointed at lara, who leant over to catch where you stopped. quickly, she pulled her voice higher, imitating the seductive edge sophia carried in her quieter tone.
“‘where’s my eea report for this month, l/n?’” the indian purred in your ear, an exaggerated smoulder on her face.
“‘the idiots in finance fucked the numbers up.’ i replied,” you continued, you switched to a grumpier tone, “‘i swear, i’m going to fire that excuse of a man sitting in that executive chair.’ sophia sported a smug smirk on her face, strolling over to the head of the table, where y/n sat. she leant against the table, crossing her arms. she looked down at her, like she always did, but this time, with a playful glint in her eyes.”
“wait, should i act this out?” lara asked. you agreed, and she propped herself up to rest on her knees, before leaning against the wall behind you. she looks down at you, imitating every action described in the story. you giggled at her getting immersed in her role. “‘i don’t like playing games, ms. l/n. if you keep messing up, i’ll assume you’re doing it on purpose.’”
your nose scrunched in light cringe at lara’s faux ‘sexy sophia’ voice. nevertheless, you continued.
“‘why, laforteza? do you think that little of me?’ y/n says, but like she had anticipated what she was going to say, sophia scoffs, smirk still evident on her face.” per your instruction, lara’s lips spread into a smirk. “grabbing her chin, sophia bit her lip, like she was craving more than just that little bit of contact. but she had to remind herself that they were sat in the conference room, where anybody could walk in.”
lara grabbed your chin gently with her hands, and you nearly double over in hysteria as the two of your gazes met.
user14 i can’t keep doing this my fingers are cramping
user15 they’re really taking advantage of the no pr rule
user16 wetter than ever or whatever billie said
“oh my god, you guys are freaky bitches.” lara chuckled, fingers still around your chin. you were oddly comfortable where you sat, unwilling to tear your chin away. your eyes rolled to read the comments, hooded and blinking slow.
user17 not ya’ll ignoring sophia’s crash out comments lmao
sophia<3 yo back up doing this on live is crazy
user18 the unbothered energy for their leader is so n/nlarz
sophia<3 don’t make me ban you guys from going live
you couldn’t help but smirk wider at the filipina’s words, knowing this must’ve gotten her blood boiling. you turned your head, glancing up at lara with glossy eyes and fluttering lashes. “should we ask eyekons if we should keep reading? or should we leave some of this to their wild imagination?”
the older chuckled, “well, it sounds like sophia doesn’t exactly approve. i don’t think we can read the next part aloud anyway.”
#n/nlarz was trending on tiktok for a bit after that live. with edits to clips of the two of you going viral one after another. it was safe to say your marketing team couldn’t be more grateful for the unhinged method of promotion, but it was bringing incredibly attraction to gnarly’s comeback schedule.
still, perhaps not everybody was as happy with your actions.
sophia<3 oh you guys are getting house chores tn
sophia<3 lara raj don’t make me do something ill regret
sophia<3 why are you guys encouraging this i’m disappointed
𝒔𝒐𝒇𝒕 𝒍𝒂𝒖𝒏𝒄𝒉 𝒐𝒓 𝒔𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒂𝒍? katseye’s y/n and sophia caught getting too close for comfort at jennie’s coachella set
by: lexi storm | tmz | april 20, 2025
amidst romance rumours, katseye bandmates, sophia and y/n, seemed to have taken on addressing the hearsay by getting touchy-feely at kpop star, jennie’s coachella set.
in a video posted early this morning to @popbase, the bandmates were caught on camera being extremely close and personal--and fans are spiralling into a frenzy as rumours of it all being “platonic affection” has been seemingly debunked.
*attached bad-quality video of you two*
the now-viral 30-second clip, allegedly taken after the group’s april 13th performance in chicago, shows sophia with her arms wrapped around your waist tightly from behind. the two of you were heavily accessorized, but fans could not miss the way you were whispering back and forth. sophia kissed up the back of your neck, and you threw your head back to rest it against her shoulder. an intimate gesture some were calling, “gf core”.
later in the video, you turned around to encircle your arms around sophia’s neck, and the filipina could be seen beaming from ear to ear as you mouthed the lyrics to slow motion.
just before the clip ends, sophia leant in to press a soft kiss against your lips. her ringed hands sliding across your heaving midsections as the two of you melted into each other. it was safe to say this was much better than any soft or hard launch you could ever post, and though the video quality might be just a little too low, it was hard to mistake your distinct visuals.
the hashtag #laforn/n has started trending within hours.
user01 girl wbk that ain’t no friendly pose who you fooling
user02 i fucking knew it since paris fashion week
user03 ogs have been on this train since their da days
user04 quick! everyone act surprised!
past clues? this isn’t the first time these two have been linked. in february, fans noted they wore identical “couple” rings during katseye’s press tour for their debut ep, soft is strong. and just last month, y/n posted a photo during their pit stop in new york fashion week of dinner with a city view, table set for two, captioned, “happy valentine’s day to all of you my loves <3”--and sophia liked the it within seconds, followed by a now-deleted comment that simply read: “happy valentine’s mahal”.
during katseye’s iheartradio feature in the philippines for their “touchdown in manila” fan showcase, when asked about their “onstage chemistry”, sophia laughed and replied with, “guess we just connect really well offstage… some people you don’t have to rehearse with to be in sync.” y/n turned bright read and sipped on her coffee in silence. suspicious much?
so far, there has been no official statement from either sophia, y/n, or katseye’s management. a source “close to the group” told tabloid today: “they’re just really close friends. everyone in katseye is like family… [sophia and y/n] just have a special bond. on whatever basis, please respect that its their privacy.”
sure, girl. way to make a pr statement sound more stupid.
meanwhile, fans continue dissecting old concert footage, looking for signs they missed. there has been a bundle of clips compiled into a series called, “subtle and secret”. one clip from a tokyo show in october shows y/n subtly wiping lipstick from sophia’s lips and cheek backstage.
whether it’s a deep “friendship” or the pop world’s next power couple, one thing’s clear: sophia and y/n are more than just bandmates. and if the video leak is any indication, katseye’s popular vocal duo share more than work behind the scenes.
got tea on the katseye girls? slide into our dms @tmzofficial
𝒂𝒏; low and behold… i’m back. i’m trying my best to write faster but i like quality over quantity. hope you guys enjoyed!
synopsis:: In the heat of prep for the VMAs, one of Ariana’s dancers crosses paths with Sophia — a rising performer who refuses to slow down. Between mirrored walls and pounding bass, exhaustion blurs into something softer.
pairing: sophia x fem!reader
trope: idol!sophia x dancer!reader
wc: 3879
You used to think that working for someone like Ariana Grande would make you immune to nerves.
After three years on her team, you’ve danced on stages bigger than small towns, faced cameras from every angle, memorized every step until it felt like muscle memory. You’ve been under blinding lights, inside roaring crowds, with Ariana laughing into the mic between sets like she wasn’t running on caffeine and four hours of sleep.
You’ve seen it all.
But somehow, it still never stops thrilling you.
Rehearsals always start early.
You stretch before dawn, warm-up playlist humming through the studio speakers, light slanting across the mirrors. Ariana walks in half an hour later with a coffee in each hand and her signature messy bun, greeting everyone with a lazy “morning, team.”
She tosses you one of the coffees. “You’re here before everyone again.”
“I like the quiet,” you say, catching it with one hand. “And I wanted to rework that bridge.”
She smirks. “Of course you did. Do you ever sleep, or do you just power down for an hour like a Roomba?”
You laugh. “Says the woman whose bedtime is a myth.”
“Touché,” she says, sipping her drink. “At least I don’t start pliés before sunrise.”
You shrug. “Some of us are dedicated.”
“Some of us,” she says, arching a brow, “are a little unhinged.”
You’ve earned her teasing, her trust, and something that feels almost like friendship. Onstage, she’s all control — charisma and confidence. Offstage, she’s human. She cracks jokes, messes up lyrics, sends you videos of her dog wearing sunglasses.
Once, after a long rehearsal, she’d grinned at you through the mirror and said, “You’re starting to scare me with how serious you are.”
And you’d shot back, “That’s just professionalism.”
“Mm, no,” she’d said, thoughtful. “That’s obsession. But, like… the good kind.”
She’s also the first to push you harder, to challenge your instincts, to tell you that your ideas deserve to be seen.
“You have an eye for this,” she said once, months ago, when you suggested an alternate transition between sets. “Don’t just dance it — direct it.”
It stuck with you.
So when she tells you you’re one of her favorites to work with, you don’t take it lightly. It’s why you give everything, every show. Why you stretch before everyone, why you count out loud even when you’re exhausted.
Still, all the discipline in the world can’t help with one particular weakness: you can’t stop talking about Sophia Laforteza.
It started with a clip from an award show — the global girl group KATSEYE performing a routine so sharp it looked unreal. Six dancers, each movement perfectly in sync. But Sophia moved differently. She had control and grace, yes, but there was an ease to her.
You replayed the clip so many times that Ariana eventually noticed.
“Who’s caught your eye this time?” she asked one afternoon, flopping dramatically onto the studio floor between run-throughs.
You froze mid-stretch. “No one. Just watching choreography.”
“Mhm.” She tilted her head, pretending to think. “Oh wait — Sophia Laforteza, right?”
You blinked. “How—”
“Sweetheart, you’ve had that video on loop for three days. Even my ears are tired.”
You sighed, rubbing your face. “It’s called professional appreciation.”
Ariana smirked. “Sure. Professionally down bad.”
“Ariana, please.”
She grinned wider. “You’re blushing. Adorable.”
“I’m not—”
“Oh, you so are.” She leaned back with a satisfied hum. “God, I live for this. You haven’t been this flustered since I let you choreograph that duet.”
You groaned, throwing a towel at her. “You’re impossible.”
“Accurate,” she said, catching it with a wink. “Now go rewatch your little crush. Maybe take notes — purely for research, of course.”
She laughed, but you caught the knowing look she tossed you before going back to rehearsal. She didn’t forget.
Meanwhile, on another side of the world, Sophia was watching your performances too.
She thought there was something magnetic about you — not in a starstruck way, but in how you moved like music was second nature. She’d followed Ariana’s shows for years, fascinated by her team of dancers, and she knew your face long before the VMAs. You had a way of making choreography feel alive, spontaneous, even in a stadium.
When KATSEYE was nominated for their first international award, Sophia promised herself she wouldn’t fangirl. She’d be professional, poised. But when Ariana’s team was announced as one of the performers, her heart did a little flip she couldn’t control.
The other members noticed immediately.
Lara nudged her shoulder backstage. “You’re smiling too much. Spill.”
Sophia blinked. “What?”
“Who is it? Don’t tell me it’s that dancer again — Y/N, right?”
Sophia glared. “You’re imagining things.”
Lara raised an eyebrow. “Imagining you watching her fancams at 2 a.m.?”
Sophia gasped. “I do not—”
“You so do.” Lara smirked. “You’re blushing.”
“I’m stretching,” Sophia muttered, turning away.
“Sure,” Lara said, sing-song. “Stretching your denial.”
At the VMAs, fate finally stepped in.
Ariana’s performance hit the stage first — full production, fire and silhouettes and synchronized chaos. You killed every beat, muscles screaming but heart full. When the crowd screamed, you felt weightless.
Backstage, Ariana threw an arm around you. “That bridge? You owned it.”
You grinned, breathless. “You owe me new knees.”
“Add it to the invoice,” she said, laughing.
And then, mid-sentence, her eyes widened. “Wait. Oh my god—is that—?”
You followed her gaze and your stomach dropped. KATSEYE. Right across the hall.
Ariana didn’t hesitate. “Okay, come on.”
“What—Ariana, no, don’t you dare—”
Too late. She was already marching you over, smiling dazzlingly. “Hi! You guys were incredible!”
KATSEYE turned, all warmth and energy despite the exhaustion. “Thank you so much! You’re a huge inspiration to us.”
“Stop,” Ariana said dramatically, clutching her chest. “You’re gonna make me cry!”
She slid seamlessly into conversation — complimenting their set, laughing at inside jokes within seconds, classic Ariana charm. You, meanwhile, hovered behind her, half-tempted to dissolve into the carpet.
Until she said, sweetly, “Actually, you guys should meet one of my dancers. This is Y/N.”
Six pairs of eyes turned your way. You managed a small wave. “Hi.”
“And she,” Ariana continued, her grin downright evil now, “is a huge fan. Especially of you, Sophia.”
Your jaw dropped. “Ariana—!”
Sophia blinked — then smiled. Slow, knowing. “Is that so?”
Ariana beamed. “Oh, it’s so.”
You covered your face. “I’m quitting.”
“Not before tour, you’re not,” Ariana whispered, delighted.
“She talks about your performances all the time,” Ariana said, undeterred, grin sharp enough to draw blood. “I figured maybe you’d want to connect. She’s crazy talented — choreographs sometimes, too.”
You wanted the ground to swallow you whole. Or maybe just Ariana. Either would do.
Sophia, however, didn’t look scandalized at all. She smiled — soft, genuine, a little shy. “I’ve… actually seen your work. You’re amazing.”
Your brain short-circuited. “Wait— you have?”
“Of course,” she said, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “That tour video from Paris? The footwork section was unreal.”
You blinked. “I— wow. That’s— thank you.”
And that should’ve been it — polite compliment, a quick smile, the kind of moment that fades after a handshake. But Ariana Grande had never let a perfect opportunity for chaos go unseized.
“Hang on,” she said suddenly, digging into her oversized tote.
“Ariana, no,” you warned, sensing the storm.
“Oh, absolutely yes.” She pulled out a small notecard, scribbled something on it, and handed it to Sophia with a flourish. “Here. Her number. In case you ever want to collaborate.”
You gawked. “What are you— why—”
“Networking!” Ariana said brightly. “I’m just helping the arts thrive.”
Sophia tried — and failed — to hide her smile, staring down at the card like it was more than just digits on paper. “Thank you,” she said, glancing up at you. “I… might take you up on that.”
You groaned into your hands. “I’m going to die.”
Ariana patted your back, completely unbothered. “You’re welcome.”
Sophia laughed, soft and amused, before the group was called away. But as she turned to leave, she caught your gaze again — a quick, wordless moment that buzzed in your chest long after she disappeared backstage.
And that’s how it started.
A week later, your phone buzzed.
hi, this is sophia from katseye ☺️
hope it’s okay that i’m reaching out! we’re prepping for coachella and need a choreographer and dancer for a new dance break. ariana said you’re brilliant.
You nearly dropped your phone. You stared at the message like it was a mirage.
hi!! yeah, totally okay omg
i’d love to help if you still need someone
A reply came almost instantly.
perfect. rehearsal starts next monday. can i send you the details?
absolutely. see you soon!
can’t wait :)
You stared at that last message way too long — rereading the little smiley face like it meant something more — before locking your phone, heart still racing.
The first day of rehearsal feels like a dream.
The KATSEYE girls are warm, welcoming, funny — and terrifyingly hardworking. But Sophia is on another level. She’s composed yet kind, firm when she needs to be. Every movement she does is precise, every direction measured. You see why the others follow her so easily.
But it’s when you start choreographing that everything shifts.
You don’t just move — you communicate through rhythm. You analyze how each body carries weight, how transitions can breathe, how emotion drives the beat. You’re articulate and patient, guiding without condescension.
Sophia thought you made everything look effortless — the kind of ease that comes from years of muscle memory and instinct. The same movements she struggled to control seemed to flow through you like second nature.
“Again from the top,” you call, clapping your hands. “Watch the transitions after the bridge.”
They reset. The music pulses. Sophia catches your reflection in the mirror — the way you mouth the counts under your breath, every muscle tuned to rhythm.
When they finish, you clap once. “That was it.”
Sophia grins, cheeks flushed. “Thanks to your miracle tweaks.”
“You already had the magic,” you say, smiling. “I just organized it.”
She laughs softly. “You make it sound easy.”
You shrug. “It’s easier when you’ve got someone who actually listens.”
Sophia tilts her head, teasing. “Is that your way of saying I’m your favorite student?”
You grin. “Maybe. Don’t tell the others — they’ll start trying too hard.”
She bites back a smile. “Our secret.”
As rehearsals stretch on, so does your connection.
You talk between breaks — about injuries, tour food, what home means when you’re always on the road. You teach her a few of Ariana’s warm-up routines; she shows you how she builds formations from lyrics first, not counts.
One afternoon, you sit beside her on the studio floor, eating energy bars and complaining about sore legs.
“You ever realize dancers basically pay rent in muscle pain?” she says.
“Yeah, but at least the rent’s due in endorphins.”
She laughs, tossing her wrapper at you. “You’re so corny.”
“You’re laughing, though.”
“Unfortunately.”
One night, everyone else leaves early. You stay to clean up transitions for the bridge. Sophia lingers, tying her shoes.
“You should rest,” you tell her.
“So should you.”
You smile. “Touché.”
She queues the music again, stubborn. “Let’s try one more time.”
You raise an eyebrow. “You said that an hour ago.”
“Yeah, and it’s still true.”
So you do.
The music fills the empty studio, echoing in the mirrors. When she spins toward you, hitting the final count, your eyes meet. There’s sweat and silence and something unspoken hanging in the air — fragile, charged.
You break it first. “Perfect.”
She breathes out, smiling. “Only because you’re here.”
It slips out — honest, unfiltered. Her eyes widen a second later. “I mean—uh—because you keep me on count.”
You laugh quietly. “Nice save.”
She covers her face, groaning. “That was so bad.”
“Cute, though,” you say before you can stop yourself.
Her hand drops just enough for you to see her grin. “You think I’m cute when I mess up?”
You smirk. “I think you’d look cute tripping over a water bottle.”
“Noted,” she says, cheeks pink. “I’ll make that part of the choreo.”
Your heart doesn’t stop racing for the rest of the night.
By the fourth day of rehearsals, everyone’s running on caffeine and adrenaline.
The choreography’s brutal — quick footwork, syncopated beats, and transitions that demand precision. Sophia keeps insisting on running the bridge section again and again, even after everyone else starts collapsing onto the floor.
“Let’s do it one more time,” she says, voice hoarse, hands on her knees.
You check your watch. “That’s what you said three ‘one more times’ ago.”
“I’ll get it this time.”
You cross your arms. “I believe you. I just also believe in water breaks.”
She straightens up, breath shallow. “You sound like my mom.”
You smirk. “Bet your mom’s right, though.”
The others exchange tired glances, but nobody argues when Sophia insists again. The music starts, and she throws herself into it — sharper, faster, desperate for perfection.
Halfway through, she stumbles. Just a small misstep, but enough to break the rhythm. She waves everyone off before anyone can react.
“I’m fine,” she says, but her voice cracks.
You pause the track and walk over, concern threading your tone. “Sophia.”
“I said I’m fine.”
Her tone’s gentle but clipped — frustration more with herself than you. You’ve seen that look before. In mirrors. In every exhausted dancer who thinks one more repetition will fix everything.
You kneel slightly, trying to catch her gaze. “You don’t have to prove anything right now.”
“I just—” she exhales shakily. “I had it earlier.”
“I know,” you say softly. “And you’ll have it again. But not if you break yourself getting there.”
For a long moment, she just breathes — eyes glossy, shoulders trembling. Then finally, she nods.
“Okay,” she says quietly.
You hand her your water bottle. “Drink. That’s an order.”
She takes it, managing a small laugh. “Bossy.”
You grin. “Effective.”
“Take five,” you say, keeping your voice calm.
She shakes her head. “No, I just… I know this part’s supposed to hit harder. If I can just—”
“You can’t fix anything if you pass out,” you interrupt softly. “Sit down.”
For a moment she looks like she might argue — jaw tight, eyes flicking to the mirror as if she can will herself to keep going. Then the tension drains from her shoulders. She drops to the floor, stretching her legs out in front of her with a frustrated sigh.
“That perfectionist streak’s gonna be the death of you,” you murmur, crouching beside her.
She looks up at you, a tired smile tugging at her lips. “You sound like my manager.”
“I’ll take that as a compliment.”
“You shouldn’t,” she says, smirking. “He’s bossy.”
“So I’ve heard.” You tilt your head, trying to catch her gaze. “You know, you don’t have to prove anything. The choreo’s already solid. You’ve got it.”
She looks down at the floor, tracing small circles on her knee with one finger. “I just want it to feel like it’s mine. Like I earned it.”
You nod. “You already did. The rest is just polish.”
She exhales, long and shaky, then leans back on her hands. “Do you ever get tired of this?”
“Dancing?”
“No. The part where your body says stop but your head won’t listen.”
You smile faintly. “Every day.”
She studies you for a second — really studies you — eyes flicking from your face to your hands to the scuff marks on your shoes. “You make it look easy.”
“It’s not.”
“I know,” she says, quieter now. “That’s why it’s amazing.”
You tilt your head, fighting a grin. “You’ve got a dangerous habit of complimenting your choreographer, you know that?”
She smirks. “Maybe I just like seeing you flustered.”
You laugh under your breath. “Keep talking like that and I’ll make the routine twice as hard.”
“Rude,” she says, pretending to pout.
The room is still except for the faint hum of the speakers cooling down. The other members are stretching, talking softly in the corner, giving you both a bubble of space.
You reach over and press your hand gently to her shoulder. “Rest for a bit, okay? Then we’ll walk through it slower.”
She doesn’t move right away, but she doesn’t pull away either. “You really don’t stop taking care of people, do you?”
“It’s a bad habit.”
Her lips twitch. “It’s a good one.”
“You’re biased.”
“Maybe,” she says, smiling. “But I like it.”
You stay like that for a while — her sitting on the floor, you crouched beside her, the world narrowed to the soft rhythm of breath and the smell of sweat and soundstage dust. It isn’t romantic, not exactly. Just real. A quiet moment carved out of exhaustion.
Finally, she straightens, determination flickering back in her eyes. “Alright. Slow run?”
You grin. “That’s my girl.”
She huffs a laugh. “Careful. I might start liking it when you call me that.”
You roll your eyes but can’t stop the smile tugging at your lips. “Get up before I change my mind.”
She does — slower this time, steadier. When the music starts again, her movements are lighter, looser. Not perfect, but alive.
And when she glances at you in the mirror mid-spin, there’s something new there. Not the chasing kind of focus, but the grounded kind — the kind that trusts she’s not doing this alone.
You don’t say anything. You just nod once, quietly proud.
Time passes in a blur; Coachella.
You’ve never seen anything like it — a sea of people, endless light.
Coachella from the stage isn’t something you can ever really prepare for. Even after weeks of rehearsal, bruises and sore muscles, every late-night tweak to the routine, nothing compares to the real thing: the heat of the lights, the scream of the crowd, the way the ground vibrates with the bass.
When the dance break hits, you’re not just watching this time. You’re in it.
The crowd shifts with you, thousands of bodies moving to the rhythm you built. Sophia’s beside you, every step sharp, every movement fierce but fluid, like she’s burning brighter than the stage lights themselves. You’ve never seen anyone command an audience like that — not even during rehearsals.
And then, in the middle of the chaos, her eyes find you.
Just a flicker, a heartbeat, but enough to make you forget the next step before muscle memory saves you.
The final beat lands. Silence — then the crowd explodes.
You’re both breathless when you stumble offstage, the sound still ringing in your bones. Sweat drips down your temples, glitter clings to your hands, and someone’s yelling congratulations in the background, but it’s all a blur.
Sophia laughs, high and unrestrained, the kind that only happens when something impossible actually works.
“You did it!” you shout, catching her by the shoulders, still trying to catch your breath.
She grins so wide her cheeks crinkle. “We did it,” she says, still glowing. Then, softer, eyes searching yours: “You believed I could do it. I won’t forget that.”
You shake your head, smiling. “You didn’t need me to believe. You already had it in you.”
She looks down for a moment, then back up. “Maybe. But I like that you did anyway.”
You raise an eyebrow. “You like a lot of things lately.”
She nudges your arm. “Don’t make it weird.”
“It’s already weird,” you tease. “We’re covered in sweat and confetti. That’s peak weird.”
She snorts, half-choking on her laugh. “Okay, fine. You win.”
Hours later, when the festival hum fades into a quieter night, you find yourself sitting outside the dressing tents, wrapped in a blanket and still wearing your wristband. The air smells like dust and cheap perfume and something sweet frying somewhere far away.
Sophia finds you there. Her hoodie’s too big, hair still damp from the quick shower, and she’s holding two paper cups.
“Peace offering,” she says, holding one out. “They had some sad excuse for hot chocolate. I risked it.”
You laugh and take it. “You’re brave.”
“I’m trying to impress you.”
You glance up, surprised, but she’s pretending to look somewhere else, feigning nonchalance. Her cheeks are pink in the glow of the floodlights.
“Consider me impressed,” you say quietly.
“Wow, that was too easy,” she teases. “Do you say that to everyone who brings you bad cocoa?”
“Only to the ones who nearly pass out during rehearsal,” you reply.
“Touché.”
There’s a long pause after that — the kind that isn’t awkward, just filled with everything neither of you are ready to say.
“Can I tell you something?” she asks finally.
You nod.
“I almost didn’t text you,” she admits, tracing the rim of her cup. “After the VMAs. I thought maybe you’d think it was weird. You know… me reaching out.”
You shake your head. “I wouldn’t have.”
“I know that now.” She smiles faintly. “I’m glad I did.”
“Me too.”
She kicks at the sand with her sneaker, hesitant. “You know, when you first started teaching us the choreo, I was so intimidated. You were just… so sure of everything. So good. And I thought, ‘There’s no way I’ll ever keep up.’”
You grin. “That’s funny. I thought you were terrifying.”
Her head snaps up. “What? Me?”
“You’re Sophia from KATSEYE,” you tease. “Leader of the global girl group. I was terrified I’d mess up in front of you.”
She laughs, the sound soft and real. “Guess we were both scared for nothing.”
“Guess so.”
The conversation drifts after that — talk of the crowd, of the heat, of how Lara tripped during soundcheck and somehow turned it into part of the choreo. You tell her about the first time you ever danced at Coachella, the nerves, the dust, the way the night feels heavier after the music stops.
And then, quietly, she says, “I meant what I said. About you being the reason I could pull it off.”
You tilt your head. “You’re giving me too much credit.”
“Maybe,” she says. “But you make people better just by being there. You make me better.”
The words hang between you, weightless and careful.
You don’t rush to answer. You just look at her — the glow on her skin, the way her eyes keep flicking down to your mouth and back.
“Coffee tomorrow?” you ask softly.
Her lips curve, slow and certain. “Yeah,” she murmurs. “It’s a date.”
You bump your cup lightly against hers. “It’s a date.”
The music in the distance fades to a dull thump, and for a moment, it feels like the whole festival has gone quiet — just the two of you, the night, the faint hum of something new and certain.
Later, when you think back to everything — Ariana grinning when she first dragged you across that hallway, Sophia watching from the corner during that first rehearsal, the way it all felt too random to mean anything — it’ll make sense.
Now, sitting under the stars, her shoulder brushing yours, it already does.
꒰⌕꒱ www. just a penguin couple living their lives .com
꒰?꒱— wc: ☘︎ hokazono iroha x fem!reader, fluff, est. relationship (earlier stage), skinship, just cute things in general, sfw.
【mid-day】
it's lunch break; both girls are found in one of the few abandoned classrooms of the school. each one brought a tasty lunch to share.
iroha and you enjoyed the quietness of this part of the build. no people meant: no one making fun of us and free space to be yourselves.
you were sat beside her, infront of an old table—where the food was placed—.
"but, you know... he *is* the traitor," she said completely unbothered.
"AH?" your eyes knitted immediately; jaw dropped. "roha, i didn't read that part yet~"
"oh, really?" she paused mid chew. her expression as shocked as yours.
both stayed frozen in place before you dropped your hand on your lap. "it's okay, i'll read it, anyway. but i really thought he would turn out to be a good guy," you said softly.
"sorry~. there're more plots that book though, you'll like it!" she added, leaning to cuddle you as her head settled on your shoulder. her arm going around your back; her hand patting your arm.
when she was next to you, you didn't felt butterflies in you stomach, you felt a hole hive of bees buzzing and flying inside you.
in this school, iroha was the first person to talk to you, to be friends with you and to take care of you.
even if she had some difficulties to socialise, she was glad to find you. you felt the same way.
【evening】
the bell rang once again, this time to announce the end of the school's activities. the hallway crowded with people ready to go home.
side by side and holding hands, you and iroha walked like penguins—consequence of the many layers of clothes you wore—.
"see? i told you it was going to snow. you need to start trusting my intuition," iroha stopped in front of the school's entrace, raising her free hand and waited for snow flakes to fall on her hand.
"you looked at the weather prediction, didn't you?" your eyes sparkling at the sight of the happy human being beside you.
"uhm, no... it doesn't matter, tho" she shrugged, a slight pout appeared on her face. "snow talks to me, i felt it in my bone..."
"sure, you did," you said chuckling. you were still holding her hand.
"i gotta go now," in a quick movement, she kissed the corner of your mouth before pointing up and rushing away. "bye bye," she squealed smiling; her cheeks turned bright pink.
you weren't used to this type of things yet, but you liked it. her love was gentle and soft—the best kind of love—.
you looked up to check what she was pointing to.
your school tried to decorate the building with different kinds of christmas decorations.
right above you head, a mistletoe swayed with the winter breeze.
【before bed】
ready to sleep, you wrapped yourself in a cozy and warm blanket.
before you laid down, a sound of notification caught your attention. it read:
[3 messages from roha 🫶]
your curiosity easily won your tiredness.
【.☘︎ ݁˖】
after that, you went to sleep; your body was warm just like your heart.
could you possibly write about minju x fem!reader?? literally about anything i would just love to see a minju wlw fic >-<
my wife! ❀ minju
꒰⌕꒱— www. someday minju will marry you .com
꒰?꒱— wc: 0.7k ☘︎ park minju x female reader, fluff, wlw, kissing, skinship (?), not proofread, sfw.
꒰💭 ; notes꒱— heyy, thanks for the request, i mixed the request with an idea from @lilificationn . i hope you enjoy it (do we agree that we need more wlw fic?) ~ ༘ᰔᩚ.
— 𝜗 the discoverment 𝜚
“I TOLD YOU WE WOULD GET MARRIED!” she screamed at your face.
on the previous day, you came to visit minju. due to the weather changes, you ended up sleeping here, and for some reason you woke up to her screaming at your face.
minju was sat on your lap, leaning over you like a ghost. she shook your shoulder and demanded you to wake up right at that moment.
she looked like she had just woken up; her hair was messy, her lips puffy and her clothes wrinkled. but in contrast from you, she was wide awake and with a joyful grin on her face.
at the start of december, while you guys watched some movies about christmas, you commented about the cherry branch tradition:
at the 4th of december, girls would snap cherry twigs. the girls would take it home and let it sit inside a vase with water. they would take care of it, making sure the water was filled and fresh; sometimes they would even name the branch—the same name as their loved one—.
if the flowers bloomed by christmas’ eve, it meant person who took care of the branch would get married on the upcoming year.
for some unknown reason, minju got completely obsessed with this idea.
“we’ll get married and i’m going to prove it to you,” she assured you.
somehow, in the winter, when no flowers bloom, minju brought home a cherry twig with it’s delicate buds intact.
it’s still a mystery where she found a cherry branch with buds in the middle of winter.
she took care of it as if it was a child, checking on it everyday. she would change the water, move the vase towards the sun, etc.
“what are you talking about?” you mumbled, trying to keep your eyes open.
“the cherry buds~,” she said in a singing rhythm.
“what cherrie buds?” your mind was confused from sleep; all thoughts seemed blurry.
“from the twig i snapped” she stared at you before laying down again, this time resting on your shoulder. “don’t you remember? if they bloom until christmas eve the person gets married next year. you told me about it.”
“oh, yeah i remember now. so… we’re gonna get married,” you asked, caressing her back.
“yupp! you can’t say ‘no’, i won’t accept it,” she cupped your face with one hand and pressed a strong kiss on the other side of your face.
— 𝜗 lollipop rings 𝜚
on the same day, you and minju went for a walk
the streets were crowded with people; every one seemed to be in a rush.
“oh my~,” she said suddenly before pulling you inside a small market. “look, look,” pointing at a product on a high shelf.
the product in question is a lollipop shaped like a ring, each box containing two rings.
you sighed, “min, do you want one?”
she didn’t even need to answer, her eyes sparkled at the sight of the rings.
a few minutes later you and minju sat at a bench next to the store unboxing your new engagement rings.
“this is so adorable! look how small it is~,” she held the ring up.
you took the ring and just looked at it; it did look cute. until one idea popped up on your mind.
with the ring in your hands, you knelt down in front of her. “park minju, would you like to be my wife?” you said, offering her the ring.
her face got flushed but she continuated the play, “oh, why should i accept your proposal?” minju rested her chin on her hand. her elbow, being supported by her knees.
“uhm… i’ll buy chocolate every week for you?”
“not enough for my hand, miss,” she turned her head away.
you brushed some stubborn strands of hair away from her face while you thought about another offering.
“we’ll adopt a fluffy dog.”
“now, that’s a deal,” minju held your face, placing a quick and light peak on your lips. she leaned back extending her arm waiting for you to place the ring on her finger.
you couldn’t help but chuckle at reaction. finally, you gave her the ring.
the rest of the day was filled with giggles, soft words and endless love.
one day, you would give her a real ring and fulfill the cherry branch’s promise.
ㅤ♡ 𝖨𝖭𝖢𝖫𝖴𝖣𝖤𝖲 6thmember!reader , fluff , minju is shy , mentions of kissing , lovey dovey stuff (ᵕ—ᴗ—)
みずき─── i love writing headcanons so much 😭 they're easier and it just makes me think a lot about the idol , although it would probably be harder with idols i don't really watch or so. anyways , enjoy it <3 ✶
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ⌞ 𝟢.𝟧𝗄 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌 ⌝ ʚɞ
𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄&𝐑𝐄𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆 ❀ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓
✦•┈๑⋅⋯ ⋯⋅๑┈•✦⋅⋯ ⋯✦•┈๑⋅⋯ ⋯⋅๑┈•✦
𑣲 all the girls know you two are dating. it isn't a hard thing to catch on once they see how often you two go to each other's dorms at night instead of your own. or how you're clearly closer to minju than the others—often asking her to be your partner in games, sitting next to her during meals and so on. and minju isn't really subtle with her affection when it comes to you.
𑣲 minju is really affectionate, especially during quiet moments. she just isn't one to be loud about her love and care for you, instead wanting to be there for you in the little moments. whenever she hears you talking to yourself about how much you felt like eating a snack, minju is showing up on your door with a whole bag of those just for you! and let's get in the physical affection—she cherishes it a lot. her favorite thing to do is hold your hand when you go out, walk side by side with you, shoulders almost bumping.
𑣲 her favorite spots to kiss you are your cheek, your forehead and your lips. although usually it's just little pecks and never a full kiss, that doesn't mean it can't help. minju just gets too shy during those moments for them to last longer—but she's trying her best. whenever you give her a quick kiss on her lips without warning, she's going to get all red and flustered, brain stop working.
𑣲 minju is a sucker for moments when neither of you are talking, just existing on each other's company. sometimes you're just scrolling through your phone and she'll randomly pop up behind you and lean on your shoulder, curious of what you're doing. she even chuckles at the random memes you show her every now and then, however, no words are needed when you two are just so close—both literally and figuratively.
𑣲 if you're having difficulties with a song, she will do everything in her power to help you. the lyrics are hard to catch on? she's staying with you all day helping you practice. the notes are too difficult to reach? minju is calling every single one of the girls to give their own tips and help you out. dance? she's going to teach you step by step on how to do it, even fix how you're doing it sometimes, “no, no, your right leg has to be here instead.”
𑣲 you better be ready to have lots of indoor dates with this girl. minju prefers a cozy environment over a loud one with too many people around, and having a more romantic moment with you in your own dorms is the best option. it often ends up with you both sharing a blanket on the couch, watching some random movie minju found—despite her sometimes questionable tastes—and snuggling on each other.
