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𝑀𝑒𝓃𝓈𝑜𝓃𝑔𝑒 & 𝒮𝓊𝓅𝑒𝓇𝒸𝒽𝑒𝓇𝒾𝑒

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(1/2) (2/2)

"Okay, what do you think?"

Nayeon opened her eyes as you finally told her she could. She took a long, long time to observe you, and closed her eyes again. "Next!"

"What-you don't like it?"

"Frankly... No."

You pouted and looked at yourself in the mirror while adjusting the bottom of the short black dress. Nayeon appeared behind you, arms on her hips. "Don't pout like this. It's not my fault you look like you're going to your aunt's funeral. Go change."

You turned around and stared at Nayeon.

"What ?"

...

"My god Y/n! Is your dressing that empty!"

She left the bedroom to go to her room. You heard her seeking in her clothes before she came back. "Here you go."

You took the hanger she handed you and put it at your height.

"Isn't it too... Revealing?"

"Put this on and you'll charm everybody, trust me. Boys and girls."

"O-okay."

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The luxury restaurant where the bal took place wasn't too far from your university, so you just had to take the bus to get there (even though going in a bus with an evening dress is not the best idea). You had only been invited because Sana asked them to, so you decided to wait for her in front of the gold poles decorating the entry of the restaurant. By the time she made it, she looked anything but happy.

"Let's go already." She simply said while not even waiting for you.

You entered the main room and immediately felt that weird feeling in your stomach.

The place was chic. Many tables were already filled with laughters and half-drunk glasses of wine. The restaurant was enlightened by the large chandelier in the middle of the selling. Underneath all those noises, two musicians played violin, and another the piano. Observing your surroundings, you would have never guess that one day, you would step in such a place.

A waiter passed near you with a tray of empty glasses, and a bottle of Champagne in his other hand. Watching him excusing himself for the wait made you feel guilty.

Usually, you would find yourself on the other side, and being here with that dress of yours, waiting for the waiter to ask for you command isn't exactly what you thought you would be doing instead of serving those plates.

The door that lead to, what you presumed, the kitchens opened. You gulped.

Joshua...

You haven't told him you would be part of this event, but just that you won't be able to work tonight. Seeing your worried expression Sana touched your shoulder softly. "You okay?"

You flinched at her touch and chuckled lightly. "Yeah, I just need to use the bathroom, if you excuse me." You stood up from your chair and made your way towards the bathroom. Just as you were about to open the door, a figure came in front of you.

"Nice dress."

Joshua eyed your up and down, taking his time to admire the midnight blue fabric descending your body and letting your curves on display with a slot on the right part of the dress. "I-it isn't mine... It's Nayeon's actually." You looked down as if he was about to reprimand you for not telling him you would be here.

"She has good tastes."

Joshua saw the guilt appearing on your face and he laughed. "Don't blame yourself for being here. You should enjoy your night! I mean, it's not every day that we get to be invited by the Minatozaki Sana right?"

"How do you k-"

"I know everything, don't forget that. But, friend advice: don't trust her too much."

You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion. "Why?"

"She's a bitch."

You didn't have time to ask for more as you heard Joshua's name being shouted from the kitchens. "I should get going now, see you later!"

He left you in front of the lady's bathrooms. You resumed your previous action and entered the white room. You couldn't stop but kept thinking about what Joshua said. She's a bitch?

For you, he was completely wrong. The way Sana looked at you and talked to you was screaming nothing but pure kindness and innocence. What happened in the park made you realize that you haven't been this close with a girl in a while (except Nayeon of course, but she lives with you so it doesn't count). Yeah, sure, Sana at first was selfish and mean. But you were sure that it was because she didn't know you. Now that you spent all those moments with her, mostly at work of course, you know that she sees you differently, maybe even as a friend.

But even if she was the way Joshua described her, you couldn't help it. You couldn't help that each time she talks to you, your heart skips a beat. That whenever you happen to make her smile, you were smiling even more. Yes, she was a grown woman, famous and rich, and you were just a small college student that happened to know her, but you couldn't help it.

Wait...

You can't have a crush on her in such a small amount of time can you?

The water was chasing the soap away from your hands when you heard the door opening. The girl next to you took a paper from the machine and wiped what seemed to be a spot on her red dress. She turned her head in you direction and saw your gaze on her. You immediately looked away.

"It sucks isn't it?" You hummed and closed the faucet before shaking your hand to remove excess water. She handed you a paper and you thanked her.

"You're Y/n right?" She asked, which sounded more like a rethorical question.

"Yes?"

She looked at you up and down and tilted her head. "Sana didn't tell me you looked like that."

"Like what?"

"Pretty."

Heat took place in your cheeks at the feeling of being complimented by such a gorgeous woman. "T-thank you."

"I'm Momo." She stretched her hand and you shook it. "My name is Y/n. You know Sana?"

"Yeah, we're friends."

Momo opened the bathroom door and invited you to leave first. "She said you worked for her, is that true?"

"Yes, I mean... Not completly but kind of." She nodded as you looked at your table's direction and saw that Sana was no longer there. "Is there a problem?" Momo could feel your confusion.

"Sana isn't here..."

Screw Sana.

"Oh it's okay, you can sit with me."

She took your hand in hers, making you a bit taken aback by her move, and led you to a table near the bar.

"So, how is Sana?"

"What do you mean?"

"Is she kind with you?"

You shifted in you seat to arrange your posture. "Yeah. She's very kind. She gave me a way to upgrade my grades and also invited me to go to this bal with her so.... I think she's even more than kind."

"Right..." Muttered Momo.

"What did you say?"

"Oh nothing, nothing."

She put her hand into her palm and stared at you. You felt uncomfortable as you saw her gaze slowly scanning every curve of your face.

"S-so heum... How did Sana and you meet?"

"We had a mutual friend."

"Had?" You asked curiously.

"Yeah, he left." Your smile dropped and Momo laughed at your sudden change of expression. "Not in that way, sweetheart. Let's just say he... did something."

"You seem really sad." Momo shrugged her shoulders. "May I ask what have he done?"

She rolled her eyes at the thought of it. "It's just that one day him and Sana argued something at work, and since then, Sana hates him. And now she wants to ruin his career."

"Career? It's someone famous then?"

"Maybe...."

You giggled as she smiled. "How come you're not with them?"

"Them" being the groups of rich people gathering all around the room, talking and laughing out loud. She followed your gaze and side-eyed them. "Not my thing. Believe me, behind all of those tailored suits and perfect dress is hiding an arrogant, selfish, and horrible person."

"Are you aiming at someone?"

Momo sighed and called a waiter with her hand. "Let's just order some drink, I'm thirsty."

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Momo was a cool person. She was really easy to talk to.

".... And do you know what she replied to me? 'my daughter is prettier than you' even though she looks like a failed experience!" You almost chocked on your drink as you laughed at Momo's story. When you calmed yourself down, you brushed the few tears that were starting to appear on the corners of your eye.

"My god you're so funny! I wonder why Sana has never presented you to me."

Momo took a sip of her drink. "Yeah, I'm wondering too."

"Speaking of her, do you know where she is?"

She turned around to looked at the empty table that you and Sana previously occupied, and switched her gaze to you. "No idea. It has already been thirty minutes since she went away."

You felt a feeling of deception at the thought that Sana left you. "But, let's see the good side! Without this we wouldn't have met!" You smiled at her enthusiasm and nodded.

"Yeah sure!"

The red liquid moved in your glass as you had fun making it spin around in circles. Momo watched you play with your drink, chin on her palm, before her eyes drifted on the way you were staring at your wine.

"Can I ask you something?" You said.

"Of course, what is it ?"

Momo saw that you were a bit hesitant about what you wanted to say, and to rassure you she put her hand on yours who was holding the glass. You offered her a smile and got back up straight.

"The guy that you told me about earlier....the one that Sana hates..."

"Yes ?"

"What is his name?"

Hearing what you said she just laughed. "You don't have to be so worried, it's not a secret or something."

"I just thought that it was kind of a personal question..."

Momo shook her head while a smile was still placed on her face. "No No, don't worry it isn't. I think you know him, he's kind of famous. It's-"

"Do I interrupt you?!"

You both flinched as you heard a voice raised behind you. Turning around you met Sana's piercing gaze looking at Momo like she was about to stab her to death.

The woman in front of you quickly replaced her surprised expression with a smirk."Well, considering the fact that you left her as soon as you got here and that if I wasn't there she would be left alone, then yes, you're kind of disturbing us."

Sana rolled her eyes at Momo since she didn't have anything to say because it was clearly her fault. "I had to deal with somet-"

The high pitched sound of a glass resonated in the closed restaurant. A woman in her fiftee's was walking on the small stairs that leaded to the stage who was placed to make sure that everyone could see. Her hair were grey and cut short. The way she walked, while keeping her posture perfectly straight, showed the years of experience she obviously had.

The aged woman headed to the microphone and coughed to catch everyone's attention.

"Welcome everyone, and thank you for taking the time to get here and for the wait. Tonight, I want to dedicate this bal to my grand-daughter, Harin, who has finally graduated with honor of the jury. To celebrate this wonderful event, she is going to play us a piece o-"

You couldn't hear the end of the sentence because Sana took your wrist and made you stand up. She approached you to her so she could whisper in your ear. "Let's get out of here."

Your question couldn't leave your throat as Sana dragged you through the suits and gold dresses to arrive in front of the main door. Momo was watching the scene from afar. A sighed left her throat, and she brought her attention back to the start of Pour Elise Harin was playing.

Momo ruined her plan, it's okay, Sana had other ways to catch it up.

The way Sana ordered you to get in the back of the car made you surprised... and changed your thoughts. The alcohol you let sliding down your throat was starting to get effects on you. It was just a small glass of wine...

Sana got in the front and started up. Your eyes observed the way her hand was moving the gear lever. From her slim shoulder, down her naked arm, to her fingers. Your breath hitched and your thighs rubbed together to sooth the heat that went back to your cheeks.

You raised your eyes and met Sana's, looking at you through the mirror. You immediately lowered your gaze and instead observe the landscape who was moving in front of your eyes. It was peaceful.

Almost all of the street lamps were lighted, expect for some of them who were flashing slightly. An orange and yellow light gradually covered the houses as the sun was setting. The wind coming thought the windows brushed a few hair falling away from you face, and caressed your cheek in such a gentle manner.

You left your dream when Sana pulled the car over and got out of it. The car door suddenly opened and Sana stood there, waiting for you to get out as well. Standing on your feet, she closed it and entered the building that leaded to her apartment.

Where she lived was... different from your place. Really different.

The living room was a large room where, at its center, was a black sofa, giving it a chic vibe. The floor was decorated by a long carpet placed in front of the sofa, and a small wooded table separated the TV from where you sat. You didn't notice Sana left, not until she came back with two glasses in one hand, and a bottle of red wine in the other.

"Take a sit."

She gestured you the sofa for you to sit on. You did as she said, before she took a place next to you.

You watched her purred some wine in the glasses, and handed you one, which you accepted without complaining.

"So," She took a sip of her drink and looked at you intently, her cheek resting on the back of her hand. "what did Momo and you talked about?"

You were a bit nervous being under her gaze, but you obviously complied.

"She told me some funny stories and how you guys met-"

"She must have told you about Bang chan then."

Bang chan? You knew that name from somewhere... Joshua told you about him.

"He is the one your argued with?"

She hummed. "You know him?"

"No. But I have a friend who has already talked to him, a few times."

You immediately saw Sana's sudden change of behavior. Her eyes opened as if she had discovered something, and she straightened herself. "Really?"

"Y-yeah?"

"Did that friend told you anything about him?"

"W-why?"

"You know, everyone think that I'm the one who's a bitch in this story, which really pisses me off. He's not what everyone thinks he is. But clearly nobody believes me. I need something, or rather someone to proof them wrong."

"Oh." You nodded. "Well, he told me that, he did do some... Bad things."

"Which are?"

"He...cheated on his heum.. Girlfriend."

You think you never saw such a smile on Sana's face before. Her eyes were glowing in the faint bright of the opened kitchen's lights.

"I knew he was hiding something... Such an asshole. What else?"

You would certainly have respond, if it wasn't for her to move closer to you, way too close. You mind shut down and you were using all your streight to not gulp and intensify the blush already appearing on your cheeks. "H-huh?"

"What else did he tell you?"

"oh heum...I d-don't remember what else h-he... said..."

At first, Sana wondered why you were suddenly stuttering so much. Then, she could almost feel the heat in your face, giving it a red color. She watched you nervously drink the wine, as well as the little bump appearing on your throat each time you swallowed.

God, she's cute.

Without knowing it you finished almost all of your wine. You looked down at your hands and played with your fingers, while still holding the glass.

"I-it's getting late, I think I should probably go h-"

Your words got cut off when Sana grabbed your jaw and turned your head towards her. She was way, way closer than before.

"You can't remember, or is something distracting you?"

"W-what?"

"You heard me."

Yes, something was definitely destracting you.

The way her eyes were staring at yours, so deep, like she is digging holes into your soul. Her hand gripping your jaw and making impossible for you to move your head away from her intense gaze. You hissed as her nails sank in your skin. Suddenly, she let go of your jaw, without waiting for further answer.

"You know," She started, taking a sip of her drink and putting her glass on the wooded table. "I've always thought you were one of a million girls, who's only goal in life is to reach your pathetic dreams."

Her words slided in you like poison. You lowered your head as you felt dumb thinking that her being mean to you was over. Maybe Joshua was right, maybe she is a bitch.

"I hated you."

"Why do y-"

She raised her hand to stop you from talking and let her finish. "Right now, I really want to hate you... But look at you..."

She moved her hand towards your face, you flinched thinking she was going to grab your jaw again but instead, she gently caressed your blushed cheek.

"...the way you blush under me is so cute..."

She lowered her hand, and her thumb made contact with your lips. She kingly caresser your bottom lip, and pulled it from time to time.

"...and your lips... God, so inviting. I never saw you this close before. You're such a cutie."

The redness already present on your face intensified, especially when she unexpectedly pressed a kiss on your lips. Her warm breath crashed on your mouth. You felt her other hand sliding into your hair, and you let out a yelp when she pressed the back of your head for you lips to crash into hers. Her kiss was hungry, swallowing each whines you let out and devouring your mouth.

Her fingers caressed the back of your exposed thigh, and went back up slowly, going under your dress. Her hand almost touching your ass was enough for you to realise what was going on, and sit up straight.

"I-I should really go."

You grabbed your purse that you left on the table and made your way towards the front door. Yes, Sana's lips felt heavenly kissing you, but you didn't want to give yourself to someone who openly admitted to never gave a damn about you.

"I thought you liked me."

Your hand stopped from turning the handle of the door. You heard the sound of the sofa shifting, indicating that she was standing up.

"You still do, don't you ? I know I haven't been very kind, let me make it up to you."

The footsteps were getting closer, until you felt arms embracing your waist. Her fingers brushed the straids of hair falling on your neck to the other side, before she drop a gentle kiss there. She slowly turned you around without you protesting.

"What would you want to do that? You said you hate me..."

She hummed and moved a straight of hair behind your ear. "Me hating you doesn't change the fact that you're very cute right now."

Her hands grabbed the straid of your purse and throw it somewhere on the floor. You haven't even time to complain that her lips found yours again, pushing you on the door.

You had a hard time following her. She kissed you desperately, tasting your mouth, like the dream of doing that was running in her mind for years, and she could finally grant it. She took your waist by the arm, pressing you against her, and moved both of you on the couch.

She was the first one to sit on the black leather. Her hands patted her laps, inciting you to climb on her.

Your thighs were straddling her waist. Your neck was covered with her lips, everywhere, filling the room with the sound of her kisses and sighs that left her lips each time you would grip on her hair, pushing her even more against you as if you weren't close enough.

Her hands moved to your back. Your dress was more than annoying her for keeping her away from really feeling you. Just as her fingers almost reached the zipper, suddenly, she stopped and pushed you off of her. "No." You heard her whisper.

She stood up and took your hand in hers. "Come here sweetheart."

You had no idea where she was dragging you. The only thing you knew is that the rest of her apartment was as she looks, luxurious and gracious. Your little contemplation was quickly interrupted when she pushed you in a room.

You felt something under your feets and, looking down, you met a giant white carpet that probably cost hundreds of dollars.

You turned around, and you were mismerised.

Not only there was an enormous, comfy-look bed in the middle of the bedroom, but also a large window instead of a wall giving a beautiful view of the city.

Darkness had almost fallen on the tall buildings, only stopped by the city's lights, offering a real spectacle. As hypnotizing as all of this was, you wandered if people could see both of you through the window, and it kind of made you feel nervous.

Sana interrupted you again as she placed her hands on your waist and made you sit on her bed. "They can't see us, don't worry." She informed you, seeing you gazing the window.

The sheets of the bed were as soft as Sana's hands carefully getting you out of your dress. She slided it down your thigh, and removed it completely, throwing it in a chair near, what you assumed to be, her closet.

She then parted from you, and walked towards a tall mirror on the closet door.

"S-sana why did..."

Your throat felt dry as you hesitated to finish your question, scared that she might get annoyed and stop everything. However, she turned towards you and stared, waiting for you to continue.

"Why did we change rooms?"

Her laugh filled the bedroom but you were too focused on the sight of her unzipping her dress to actually notice it.

"I can't fuck you properly on the couch, and besides, it's better to have sex on a bed, no?"

Her boldness created a lump in your throat. You quickly gulped it and pushed yourself closer to the center of the bed, still seating. You were to turned on by the simple thought of Sana to be shy about being almost naked in front of her, for the first time. Sana approached you with a smile (more like a smirk) on her face. Seeing you staring at her body and blushing so much only added to her ego.

She crawled on the bed to you, hovering over you. Her knees on each side of your hips, hair falling and softly caressing your face. Her mouth was just inches from yours, you felt her hot breath on your lips, but no, she didn't lean in yet. She wanted to intensify the contrast of getting to touch you however she wants by depriving herself from actually touching you.

Your fingertips tickled as you lightly gripped the sheets, so impatient for her to have her way with you. You two stayed like this, not wanting to succomb to lust yet, just breathing each other's air and staring at each other's eyes (or more Sana staring at your breast.) The atmosphere became heavier by the seconds. Redness came staining your cheeks as Sana devoured your body with her eyes, absolutely no ashamed of the action. When her gaze met your eyes again, she noticed the blush on your face.

"Sa-"

"Fuck, you're so cute."

And finally, she gave in. Her mouth captured your lips in a broken spell. Desire for more was now replacing the lust of her, of everything.

She kissed you with a new found force, pushing your head even more in the mattress as her lips tasted your mouth in every way. Your hands released the sheets and sneaked in her hair, gripping it as if you needed something to hold onto. You felt her tongue made her way into your mouth, tasting every corner of it as if she's having the meal of her life.

Her hand gripped your left thigh and wrapped around her waist. The new position you were in made your clothed core graze deliciously against her stomach. The friction alone made your head spin and a whine escaped your lips. As if it had a life of its own, your core grinned against Sana's tummy, desperate for more.

Feeling this Sana let go of your mouth and chuckled against your lips. "Patience baby," She grope your thigh to stop it from moving. "I promise I'll give you what you want."

She left a peck on your bruised lips. You panted, still recovering from the kiss, and tried to steady your breath, but it wasn't an easy task with Sana now kissing your neck. Your throat let out a sinful small whimper when she sucked on your skin to leave a deep red mark, that will soon turn into purple. She hummed at the sound and you felt her smiling against you. The room was now filled with the sound of her wet kisses, pants against your neck and the small whimpers she casually let out when you would pulled on her hair at her sucking your weak spot, and it drove you absolutely crazy.

You were too focused on the feeling of her lips on your neck to notice her right hand traveling up your back innocently and untieing your bra. The cold air hit your now bare breast as she threw the piece of fabric on the floor, not bothering where it landed.

She sit up straight to take an overall look at you and, god, what a sight.

You bruised, half-parted mouth let out heavy breaths as if she stole the air from your lungs. Your cheeks were covered in a pink tint softly glowing in the shine of the moon who slowly appeared in the sky, and the light of the alight bed lamp. Purple and teeth marks were decorating your neck and descending down your shoulder..

And your breasts.

Sana bit her lip as she stared at your nipples, looking so inviting. Your breath got stuck in your throat as her thumb flicked the bun, feeling it hardened on her finger. She lowered her head slowly, loving seeing your breath hitched at the excitation, and took your right tit in her mouth, slowly sucking it.

Your hands pushed her head deeper into you as your back arched to bring your breast closer to her mouth. You were going feral. A loud moan escaped your body as she pinched your left nipple with her thumb and index.

"Please !"

You didn't even know what you were pleading for, one thing was for sure, you were so turned on it almost hurt.

Yes, you were going feral,

but she was going crazy.

The way you whimpered at the smallest touch due to how sensitive you were incited her to suck harder, making you squirm and whine under her. Your tit felt so delicious in her mouth. And your breasts were so pretty, nipples hard and red.

Sana released your tit from her mouth with a last lick. A shiver escalated your spine as the cold air of the night brushed your saliva-covered nipple. While you found yourself panting and releasing small sighs, Sana's face was drawing itself in an expression of greed and lust. She pressed open-mouthed on your neck, moving up your ear.

"Your panties." Her command came out as a whisper. You obeyed.

The cloth slided down your legs and was thrown somewhere far from the bed, since you were both so sure it won't be needed for a long time. Sana sit back and used her hands to open your legs slowly. You noticed how she was biting her lip as she examined your lips.

You turned your head to the side as the feeling of her observing you while being so vulnerable was making you shy. You let out a low whine when you felt her fingers parting your lips. Your clit was throbbing like crazy, and it did not help at all when she used her thumb to softly brush against it.

The needing to close your legs both from embarrassment and to ease the pulsing was getting heavier. But you were quickly stopped by the woman above you.

"Close your legs and I swear I'll leave you like this, dripping like a whore."

You immediately put your legs in their original position

One of her hand hold your lips, opening you to her, and the other circled your clit slowly, before pinching it with her thumb and index. You yelped at the pain.

You truly didn't know why she was being so curious about what's happening down there.

Either she never seen a girl's pussy (which is probably not that because she played with your cunt so skillfully, knowing exactly what is going to make you whine), or she was just having fun torturing you.

Considering her personality and the way she talks to you, the second one was the most probable.

You heard her giggle as each brushed on your sensitive, buddle of nerve made your hole clench around nothing, and more pre-cum was coming out of it.

"God, you're drenched."

"S-sana...-just do it already!"

Sana quivered an eyebrow at your pleading. "Do what sweetheart?" She pressed her thumb against your clit and you cried out.

"J-just... fuck me-please Sana please please!"

You buckled your hips on her hand as an added silence plea. Sana hummed, liking the way you begged her and moved her hand down your entrance, before sinking her major finger in until she was knuckle deep inside of you. You cried out at the feeling of being filled by something. It's not like you never had sex at all, it's just that with all the school works, and your job you haven't really been able to get with someone or even hook up.

Your walls tightened around Sana's finger, not wanting to let her go. But she managed to get out. You whined loudly from the emptiness, until she pushed in again, somehow going deeper than before.

"F-fuck Sana I-I..."

A moan was ripped out of your throat when without warning you she let a second finger in. Withdrawing them, she quickly entered you. You head fall back against the pillow as her movements fastened, going in and out at a quick pace.

"Sa- hggh.... Sana!"

You hold the sheets in a tight grip. The room echoed with the sound of your heavy breaths cutted of by loud whimpers, such as the wet squelching of your pussy each time Sana pushed her fingers inside.

Speaking of her, well, she was just having her fun.

Seeing your mouth parted, letting out such dirty sounds, and your eyes closed to succomb even more to the pleasure made her chuckled. She moved up your body and took advantage of the state your were in to leave even more hickeys on your neck. Instead of pushing her off, one of your hand let go of the sheet and tangled in her hair to press her head harder against your body while the other remained gripping the fabric. God, you couldn't get enough.

You felt your stomach tightened as the need for release increased seconds by seconds.

"Sana I-I'm close... m-more!"

Fuck, if you wanted to be ruined, Sana would gladly do it for you.

She retired her fingers until only the tip of them remained in you, before slamming them back, adding a third one. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as your mouth hanged open. A serie of profanities and affirmation left your throat. Your walls were tightening around Sana's fingers. Each mistrations felt like it was taking air from your lungs, burning so deliciously, and you were struggling to find your breath. You clinged on the sheets as you gasped loudly when Sana's fingers brushed against your sponge spot.

You struggled to keep your legs opened as your thighs shaked violently. A wave of pleasure invaded your entire body and left you gasp for air. Sana's thrusts slowed down until you came down your high.

"T-thank you thank you." You breathed out.

Sana's fingers were covered in your arousal. When she got them out, you whined softly as more cum get out of your hole. The older woman looked at her fingers with an interested gaze and slowly wrapped her mouth around them.

You shifted on your position as you watched the porn-like scene happening above you. Sana sucked your arousal off of her knuckles, and put her lips on yours letting you taste yourself. "Don't you taste good hmm?" Sana asked as she parted from your mouth, a seductive tone in her voice. "I bet your taste even sweeter down there."

Your mind didn't even have time to comprehend anything when her head was already between your legs, face so close that you could feel her breath on your skin. She looked at you attentively as she pressed a chaste kiss on your clit. The overstimulation made your legs jolt.

"S-sana too soon..."

Your put your hand on her head and tried to push her off but it was no use. The orgasm she just gave you seemed to have strived all the strength from your body, and since she hasn't gave you time to recover you were still feeling a bit tired, breath shaky.

Seeing you so weak under her made her smirk, and she immediately processed to eating you out. Her tongue gave a longue lick to your cunt before she sucked harshly on your clit. You cried out and your hand immediately gripped her hair tightly. She licked your pussy relentlessly, often moaning at the taste and at your pleasured expression.

Yes, she was watching you. How she could she not?

Your face contorting from the overstimulation you were receiving, your mouth opened agape gasping for air and letting Sana's name rolled on your tongue so easily. "S-Sana Sana!"

She used her hands to spread your pussy's lips, before inserting her tongue inside your dripping hole. You were sure any control who was left in your body slipped away in seconds. Now both of your hands were gripping her head while you found yourself rutting against her face.

You felt vibrations against your pussy, indicating that she was talking between her feverish licks and sucks. You couldn't quite comprehend nor even hear what she says. Not when you were so close to another mind-blowing orgasm, and the only things you could concentrate on other than the pleasure she brought you were the way her nails dug into your thighs and the feeling in your stomach tightening.

"Sana-keep going I-I'm gonna-mghh cum s-so hard p-please!"

The girl between your legs quivered an eye brow at your pleading. "Hold it." She retired herself momentarily before diving back in your folds.

You whined. Your eyes watered at the thought of not cuming. Your were struggling to keep yourself from letting go. The sensations were just to much. The way she dragged her wet and warm tongue in between your walls, the way she was sucking you clit as if it was the only thing keeping her alive, and her bites, God her bites, were throwing you on the edge. You were about to complain about her depriving you from such a blissful orgasm, when you suddenly felt nothing on your cunt anymore.

"H-huh?"

You opened your eyes slightly and lifted your head. Sana was on her knees just in front of you. The low side of her face is covered in your arousal. Her cheeks red from the lack of air she had, and her chest was raising up and down as she breathed heavily.

She didn't even bother to wipe your juice away. She grabbed you left thigh, pushing it forward until it was against your stomach, and spread your other leg as open as it could be humanly possible. The new position was showing your pussy in fall display, you hole clenched and unclenched under Sana's avid gaze and the strong pulsatings of your clit resonated in your head. She used her hands to keep both of your legs in their position, as she indulged in your waterfall.

You didn't know you manage to hold yourself now. Sana slided her tongue in you as deep as it could be possible, and was able to licked all the spots that made you tremble.

"L-let me cum please please please-"

Her grip on your leg tightened as she enforcer her nails in your skin. "Mmh, cum all over my mouth sweetheart."

Her permission almost felt like an order, and so, you let go. You grabbed her hair harshly as she hissed. The screams mixed with cries that came out of your mouth were filling the room. You felt like you were no longer on earth as your vision blurred.

Sana drank every bit of your sweet, sweet juice. She withdrew her head when your thighs stopped shaking, and your breathing stabled itself.

She made her way just above your face. Your eyes were still closed, your sweat made your skin shiny and a few hair stick to your forehead. Her fingers cleaned her cum-covered face and she pressed her lips onto yours. She kissed your lips for a few seconds before stopping when she felt you not responding to her kiss.

Wait, did you seriously passed out after only two orgasms?

Sana sighed seeing your sleeping face and her mouth curved into a gentle smile. She was about to clean your up, until she felt her throbbing, remembering that she still haven't took care of it.

It was quickly about to change though.

Her back was pressed against the head board as her hand sneaked in her panties. She was sitting next to you, your cute face more than enough to turn her on even more. She rubbed her clit and bit her lip to prevent anything coming out. She didn't want to wake you up after all, not that she really cared about you sleeping but she had to take care of her pussy now.

However, a ring interrupted her attempt to be silent. Sana answered her phone quickly to stop the annoying sound.

"Who is it?"

"Well, good evening to you too."

Sana sighed annoyingly as Momo's voice was heard on the other line. "What do you want?"

"Just wanted to know if you got anything out of Y/n. You know I'm curious."

The brune girl rolled her eyes. "It's usually none of your business, but yes. I did. And I also fucked her."

"Wait, wha-"

Sana interrupted her with a low whimper, followed by a soft sigh as she rubbed faster.

"Am I dreaming or are you touching yourself while I'm calling you?!"

Sana chuckled and rested her head on the headboard. "Yes, and I would really appreciate if you end the call because gosh, your voice's such a turn off."

Momo scoffed and pressed the red button. Sana removed her panties and entered a single finger in herself. Looking at you, she remembered what Momo said.

"Yeah but she's kind of pretty though."

Sana still thinks otherwise, you weren't pretty.

Yeah,

you were just cute.

#Smut #Twice #Sana #Momo #Joshua #Twice fic #Fanfiction #Twice x fem reader #Nayeon #Bang chan #Twice imagines #Twice smut #Sana smut

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dontbesadsanaexist · 4 months ago

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𝑀𝑒𝓃𝓈𝑜𝓃𝑔𝑒 & 𝒮𝓊𝓅𝑒𝓇𝒸𝒽𝑒𝓇𝒾𝑒

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(1/2) (2/2)

Model!Sana x collegestudent!femreader

Warnings: Sana is a big red flag, toxic relation ship (Momo and Sana), Momo is mentioned, bad language, smut (for your horny ass), fingering, cunnulingus, edging, Makeout.

Sypnotis: Sana is a bitch, yes, she is a bitch to everyone, and you were no exception. But when she saw in you a way to discover something she craved for she was willing to put her mean self aside and gain your trust.

A/n: Hi 😍😍 I know you missed me (you did don't lie). I'm sorry for the absence, but here's a super looongg fic to make it up to you. I actually wanted to make only one fic, but Tumblr didn't let me 😢, so I splitted it into two parts. Read the two 🫵 I'm watching you. Anyways, enjoyyy, and I'll see you in 10 years 💋

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The sound of clinking glasses invaded the main room. The laughters grew louder as the glasses were filing and the night went on. The smell of rich perfume prevented anyone who earned less than 5 thousands dollars per month from entering. The waiters were running from table to table, earning a tip if they were lucky enough or a side eye if they were too slow. You, on the other hand, were one of them. And you absolutely hated your job.

Your black skirt was too tight and too short. You quickly understood that with all the way-too-low looks the rich men shamlessly gave you. Between the nasty looks and people's superior appearance even if they were the worst on earth, the only thing that was keeping your here was the salary. It was better than any of the small jobs' you had, and you didn't need a special degree to serve foods and drinks.

"Waitress... Waitress !"

You adjusted the black jacket who itched you and hastened to join the voice that called you. You gaze rested on the man, and you internally sigh. You knew right away what type of person he was. His suit seemed to be perfectly carved. The Rolex hanging on his wrist costed probably (surely) more money than you could get in a year. His white shirt that sticked out if his pant couldn't hide the tummy who proved he was eating well in his three-floors house. He represented the perfect rich man, rich and vainglorious. Disgusting...

"Where's my drink? It's been 5 minutes since I ordered you to bring me one."

"I'm sorry sir, I'm going to get-"

"I don't need your apoligize. Just go get it."

The men at his sides were laughing their heads off. You didn't reply straight away and bowed at them first. "Sure."

The kitchens were busy as the orders flowed. Commands were thrown right to left, some times a fire would burst out for the meat to be cooked faster. The windows were opened to let escape the stifling air of the room. If you concentrate enough to forget the hissing of pots, the door that constantly slams due to the waiters' back and forth, you could distinguish the shouts of the cooks who were trying hard to make themselves clear.

The kitchens were a real battlefield. You had to claim even the smallest space to carry your tray full of overpriced meals, and it didn't help that around twenty waiters and waitresses had the same goal.

You finally exited the tighted room, two bottles of Armagnac in your hands. Fortunately (if you could say that), the man didn't bother you more when you finally gave him what he called for.

You were quick to go back next to the door who related the kitchens to the main room. The movements of the waiters had slowed down, indicating that almost everyone was served, and that you could take a little break.

"Done running?"

Your heart almost bursted out of your chest as a voice was heard behind you. "Joshua! Don't freak me out like that... And aren't you supposed to be taking care of Mrs Burton?"

He shrugged his shoulders with a smile.

"Something came up and she left, not that it bother me actually. What about you? You seemed to have a nice conversation with this man."

"Yeah, I had great time hearing him grumbled over me."

"Oh, miss didn't do a good job?"

"Shut up." The sound of heels passing nearby you withdrew your attention from Joshua. A red dress decorated with silk lace and leaving behind a train adored a slender figure. The woman was in her thirties, but her smooth skin suggested that she had drank from the fountain of Youth, making everyone ridiculous next to her. "Who's that?"

Joshua took a look at where you gaze landed. A minute passed before he responded. A minute where he took his time to look at every single bit of uncovered skin, appreciating the lovely view. "That's obviously Miss Minatozaki, you don't know her?"

You shocked your head as you kept looking at the woman talking. She brought up to her mouth a transparent glass, but you couldn't distinguish what it contained. "She is the sister of Mr Minatozaki, you know, the Ceo of the famous perfume brand?"

You gave him a doubtful look. He huffed and put his palm on his forehead, like you were so ignorant it made him despair. "She's literally one of the most famous model In Japan! Do I really need to teach you everything?"

"Hey! I just don't know everything about everyone's life like you."

"Alright alright. You see this lady?" His finger pointed at the woman next to Miss Minatozaki who was smiling brightly. Her dress showed her shoulders, where her brown hair descended as a way to cover the pale skin. "Her name is Cho Miyeon. She is Jimmy Choo's ambassador, and one of their favorite. And this man right here..."

He was now looking at a young man filling his glass with wine. His hair were perfectly styled in a side blow haircut, and you almost found him attractive. Almost... If it wasn't for his suit to look a bit too tight for him.

"...It's her husband. A few months ago a scandal has risen, saying that Mrs Cho cheated on her man, but everybody seems to have forgotten it by now. I heard a lot of things about it, like, some people said she almost left him for a woman... But it's just rumors, of course."

You nodded. You weren't new to this world full of rumors and lies, but you weren't experimented either. Joshua has worked here for the past 2 years now, and you arrived only 5 months ago. He was definitely way more informed than you are.

"How about him?"

"Oh, that asshole."

The same man that almost insulted your earlier was now surrounded by womans, who were listening carefully to his praises.

"It's Joon-woo, the third son of the An family. He thinks he can do whatever he wants just cause he works in his family's famous hospital. But even his studies can't catch up his vainness."

"He seems to get along with womans?"

"Don't let them fool you, they're here for his money."

Your attention left Joon-woo and drifted to Sana again. Her face was... strange.

No, it was actually attractive, almost in a negative way, like the fountain of Youth... She had that kind of energy that seemed to snare in a trap everyone who dared talked to her, and kept them forever. Her facial harmony was unreal. A sharp nose above which were added two brown eyes. Her lips were covered with a pink lipstick making them look so... Kissable?

...

"I need her face."

"I beg your pardon?"

"Oh heum... No, l-like, I wanted to say, I need to photograph her."

Joshua chuckled and shaked is head. "For your school's project? Forget it, she's never going to say yes."

"Well, you can't know if you don't ask."

Joshua straightned up and watch attentively as you walked towards the woman. She had at her sides Cho Miyeon and a man wearing a grey suit that you didn't know. When the three saw you arrived, the first thing they did was to stop their conversation. "I'm sorry but, we didn't command anything." Remarked Miyeon with a light chuckle.

"Oh heum, I'm actually not here to serve you. I-heum." You cleared your throat to stop your voice shaking from nervousness. "Mrs Minatozaki?"

Sana was surprised that you talk to her... That you dared talk to her. She didn't bother reply and instead turned her head towards you, waiting for your question.

"You see, heum... I am a student's at the Hwang College, I study photography, as a beginner of course and-"

"Go straight to the point."

Sana obviously didn't like to waste her time. The moment you started to talk she already knew she wasn't going to like whatever you had to say, or demand.

"W-well... I would like, if you agree of course, to photograph you? Like, I mean, you don't have to say yes and I hope I'm not disturbing you or anything, but I just wanted t-"

"No."

She stopped your rambling like a sharp knife cutting a paper. You were, to say the least, dumb founded. Of course you didn't expect a straight yes but... Something about her answer just showed how much you annoyed her. "Oh." While you were here trying to keep a smile on your face, Mrs Choi was containing her laugh behind her hand, and the man just looked at his shoes like he just saw the weirdest thing in his life. Sana's response was making you feel stupid.

"And yes, you are disturbing me. I was in a middle of a conversation and you disrupted me. Now go. It think you have some trays to serve."

You nodded and excused yourself. You were quick to walked away, joining Joshua for the second time while escaping the most awkward moment of your life.

Joshua sighed as he saw your sad painted face. "What did I told you? They don't give a damn about anyone, you shouldn't have asked."

"I know."

You lowered your face in shame. What were you thinking? Of course a rich woman like her wouldn't say yes to a photoshoot with a beginner girl who had just some dreams over her head. You don't blame her for the way she responded to you. You got some nerves to talk to her, dressed as a waitress. You were sure that your small conversation (more her insulting you) already lowered her reputation.

You took one last minute to breath away the humiliation you just lived, before standing up from the wall your back was resting on.

"I'm going to the bathroom."

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The feeling of the cold water made you forget about the warmth that the jacket procured you. You internally sighed as you thought about the two hours that left you before you could go home. The door opening stopped your thoughts. Paying no attention to it, you were about to take some paper to clean your hands but something on the mirror made you freeze on the spot.

Minatozaki Sana?!

You really didn't know why you were feeling intimidating. Apparently she was just here to arrange her hair, put on her pink gloss and wash her hands, but something about her presence made you cringe.

Maybe the fact that she humiliated you just ten minutes ago.

She hadn't noticed you yet. That's good, you are just going to slowly leave, one foot at a time, without getting yourself noti-

"You were looking at me earlier."

Shit.

You're back was still facing her so she couldn't see your desperation face to leave this soon-to-be awkward moment.

"I was?"

You heard the water stopped flawing. She stood in front of you, since you still didn't dare to turn around, while wiping her hands with a paper. "I'm not an idiot, I saw you."

Her brown eyes were piercing through you like a blade in a heart. She kept staring, waiting for a response.

"Sorry if that bothered you.. We just talked about the..."

The rest of your sentence was complete gibberish. You were talking so low that you couldn't even hear yourself, like a kid who did something they shouldn't have to. You were still embarrassed of with what happened with her. Sana raised an eyebrow while showing you a forced smile. She wasn't the kind to make small talk with every person she meets, especially in the bathroom, but she came at this evening to gather some informations about somebody, and she heard that one of the waite knew way more than he should, and she saw you talk to him.

"It didn't, don't worry. I'm just curious. What did you say with your friend earlier?"

"Oh, hum, well."

You were confused of her sudden change of behavior. She was so arrogant earlier, when-no, why did she become kind?

Sana took one step closer to you, maybe too close. Because as soon as her heels touched the floor again you apologized and left the bathroom.

The collar of your shirt was scratching you when you joined Joshua who's back was resting on a table, in a place the customers couldn't see. You were about to open your mouth to transform your confusion in words when you saw something you shouldn't see.

"Am I dreaming or are you eating the guests' food?" He benched and almost chocked on the thing in his mouth while muttering a curse.

"I was hungry, and the macarons were practically begging me to eat them!"

You rolled your eyes and placed your back on the spot next to him. "Miss Minatozaki was with me in the bathroom."

For the second time he coughed loudly and slapped his chest to get him to breath better. "Can you stop trying to kill me? I'm trying to enjoy this... delicious food right now."

"Do you hear me Joshua? She was with me in the bathroom and she know we talked about her! I think we're screwed."

"What can she do about it? She doesn't even know what we were saying. Anyway, what did you tell her back?"

"Nothing, I ran."

Joshua stopped chewing and looked at you. "I'm sorry, I think I misunderstood, say that again please."

"It's not my fault. She-she was just being so nice while she was a complete bitch before, I couldn't decide if I should tell her or not!"

"So, you just ran away?"

"Yes."

"Okay. We're screwed."

"No we're n- Oh my god."

"What ?"

"She's looking."

Joshua quickly hide the rest of the cake being his back and searched for the said-woman. He spotted her next to the co-director of Hermès. And, yes, she was looking at them, with a very, very, piercing gaze. "How much time's left?"

"1 hours and... Forty-five minutes."

You sighed. "I think I'm gonna faint before the night ends."

"Leave me alone here and I'll kill you."

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Thirty minutes....

Only thirty minutes and you can leave.

One hour and a half already passed after your encounter with Sana. During this time, you and Joshua pretty much did nothing. Expect, of course, purring some wine for the umpteenth time in the empty glasses, and cleaning the tables after the guests.

Those activities however couldn't clear your head about what happened tonight, no, actually it was Sana. Your mind raced with thoughts. Her nose, pink lips, god her perfect jawline. You didn't understand how come an arrogant, self-centered, pretentious bitch was born with such a face. At this point it was more than unfair. Despite her atrocious personality, you couldn't deny the hold that she has on you. Almost like a whispered spell you didn't notice. It was hypocrite of you to stare at her from afar, considering how you talked about her attitude to Joshua. But even herself couldn't lie about her beauty.

Fortunately (or unfortunately) for you, Sana haven't forget about you either. You were, let's say, interesting. The way you responded to her earlier while stuttering meant that you were "obviously" hiding something (at least according to Sana). She wants more than anything to get informations about him, and she was willing to do everything to achieve her goal. Even if that meant talking to a poor, pitiful little girl like you.

Yes, pitiful was the word.

People like you made her throw up. Just the thought of you grossed her. Teenagers who had just entered the adult world, and who think that all of their child dreams would come true with ambition and a part-time job. Hell, life is unfair. She experienced it herself. She went through so many things to get where she is that the thought of it would give nightmares to grown-ups. And it wasn't a little girl like you who think that a job as a waitress would get her on the same level as Sana who is going to make it in this world.

You didn't do anything to her, but Sana was already pissed of by you.

You were in the kitchens, washing the used plates, when your manager gently called you.

"Y/n, someone is asking for you. Leave those plates and hurry your ass up!"

You wiped your hand on your apron and mumbled to yourself. "Does it kill him to be more gentle... And what the hell am I even doing here, I'm a waitress not a dishwasher."

You hurried yourself, stopped abruptly when a cooker ran with a pan in fire towards the sinks, and finally made it out of this battlefield. You were now standing in a long corridors, the one that separated the kitchens from the main room to make sure no clients would be able to snick a look in them.

"Y/n ?"

A shivered ran down your spine as your heard the voice. You sighed, gulped, sighed again and turned around.

"Miss Minatozaki. I'm so sorry for what happened. I shouldn't have asked you something like that, it was rude of me to interrupt you, please accept my ap-"

Sana raised a hand to stop your rambling, and offered you a gentle, faked smile (which you obviously didn't notice).

"Don't worry darling. I'm not here to talk about that." You flinched at the nickname and slowly nodded. "I actually wanted to talk about what you asked earlier."

She stepped closer to you and let her hand rest on the table at your right. "I'm gonna make it quick. I'm sorry for the way I acted. I shouldn't have been rude. So, to make it up to you, I'll accept your demand."

Your brain took a good minute to comprehend the information, and when it did, a smile drew itself on your face. Your eyes lighted up with excitement and you were internally fighting to prevent your legs from jumping with happiness.

" W-wow r-really? Thank you so so much I-"

"But don't get to excited. It's just some photos, and that's it. Go to the white building next to the mall, tuesday, 3 p.m. I'll meet you there. Don't be late."

And without saying another word she walked past you and returned to the main room. You were alone, your brain still registering the fact that you were about to photograph a celebrity (according to Joshua).

Only one word could describe your emotions...

Wow.

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"Y/n hurry up!!! It's been literally 2 hours since you're in the shower!"

You weren't exactly in the shower. No, you were just spending hours to decide which outfit to wear and what makeup to do. It's already been 30 minutes and you were still wearing a bathrobe, staring at the open drawer full of perfumes, lipsticks, blushes and other makeup products.

"That's not true!.... Okay that's true, but I kind of have a problem Nayeon...."

"Then open the damn door so I can help you."

Nayeon is your roommate. You first met her at the university, where you both happened to take exactly the same classes, and that's what got you closer. When you heard about that apartment near your university, you knew you had to have it. Unfortunately you needed someone to pay the rent with you or you wouldn't be able to live there. And what a better idea than to ask Nayeon since she also needed a roommate ?

You opened the door slowly and let Nayeon in. "Seriously, what made you took so long?!"

She finally noticed the opened drawers, disheveled clothes all over the floor, and the countless hair brushes on the sink such as the straightener plugged in.

"Well... You remember the project I talked to you about? Well.... I found someone but, they are kind of a big deal. I need to dress perfectly I can't ruin this opportunity."

"A big deal? Who is it?"

"Heum.. Minatozaki Sana?" You pronounced her name slowly, still not sure if Nayeon knows her.

"Excuse me?! Bitch, you met Sana and you didn't even tell me! You're so selfish... Anyway, you asked the right person. By the time I'll have finished, you'll look better than Adriana Lima in the 90's."

"I'm not so sure about that..."

"Shut up and sit."

....

You looked at your reflection on the mirror of your bedroom. Nayeon did actually do a great job.

The large beige pants she made you wear was matching perfectly with the small jacket of the same color, and the black crop-top. Your makeup was nothing too much, but still adorning your features. A red gloss, blush that made your cheekbones looked skinnier, and a eye shadow that highlights your natural eyes' color. She somehow managed to curl your hair with the straightener, giving it a Victoria secrets's vibe. You loved how you looked.

But contemplation was for another time. It was already 2:30 p.m and you haven't even made it outside yet. You hurried yourself down the stairs and opened the door to leave.

"Break a leg!" Shouted Nayeon from the bathroom

You replied with a quick thank you and left.

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The address that Sana gave you lead you to an enormous building, where the windows acted as walls. You entered the white door and landed in a giant reception almost full of men in costume walking while talking on their phone, or women carrying piles of paper. To say the word, you were lost, not knowing where you should go nor what you had to do.

"Y/l/n."

You managed to hear your surname in the buzz of the room. "There you are. You're late. Miss Minatozaki has a busy schedules, you're lucky you get to have two hours with her. But you just lost ten minutes."

The woman, who you guess was Sana's manager, quickly grabbed your arm and carried you towards the elevators. By the time you entered the machine Sana had already dropped her grip on you. You weren't alone in the elevator. Two men's and a teenager were with you.

"This is a busy place, try not to lost yourself."

You nodded at the woman's statement and straightned your pose as you saw one of the men eyeing you up and down. Gross.

She walked out when you reached the 8th floor. You dumbly followed her, trusting her to take you where the photoshoot was. The excitement faded away and your nervousness increased when you made it to the room.

It was a giant room. You saw some men aligning cameras in front of a white background. Oh... You were kind of disappointed. You didn't expect your photo shoot to be so... Organized ?

The assistant was about to leave but you stopped her. "Where is Sana?"

She turned around and sighed before adjusting her glasses. You were clearly annoying her. "In her dressing-room. I recommand you don't see her before she's ready, she hates to be disturbed while preparing herself." She turned on her high heels and left without letting you say another thing.

Seeing everybody so busy shifting things and preparing everything for it to be perfect made you sick. This was your photo shoot. In you head, it looked nothing like that. You understand that you were lucky enough to even have the chance to photograph someone as famous as Sana, but... You wanted to do this your own way.

"Excuse me."

You stopped a man in his course and let him put the lamp on the floor before speaking again. "Do you know by any chance where Sana's dressing-room is?"

He made a sign with his head towards a black door before taking the lamp back in his hands. "You shouldn't interrupt her. Unless you wanna..." He stuck out his tongue in a dead expression, and laughed at his own joke. "No but seriously, take this as a friendly advice."

You watched him placed the lamp next to the white background and adjusted it. You stared at the door... Okay, i can do this.

Your steps felt heavy as you made your way in front of her room. The handle squeaked when you turned it.

"Who is it?"

Her voice raised in the silence room. You gulped and stepped in. She was adjusting her makeup. You saw palets of makeup completely opened, lined in both sides of the large mirror in front of her. She looked at you through the glass and huffed.

"What the hell are you doing here?"

Her chair rotated and she looked at you.

"Sorry! I'm really sorry to disturb you again!"

She sighed and turned her towards the mirror, continuing to apply her lip gloss.

"I-I know you already did so much for me and all... And heum, okay. I'll go straight to the point.... I don't like the setting."

She stopped.

"You don't like the setting? So you want what? To do this outside?"

"Yes, actually I was hoping we could to this outside." You took a deep breath you saw her emotionless expression. "M-my project is about liberty, and I don't know how I can express this with everything being so, organized and controlled..."

Sana let a smile covered her face, then she laughed. Hearing the sound of her laugh made red appeared on your cheeks. She made a gesture with her hand to show that she agreeded.

"Okay okay, tell them to prepare the car. I know somewhere we could go."

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The car stopped when it reached the entry of a park. You imitated Sana as she got out of the car first. "I like to go here." She simply said as she walked past the entry.

Your camera was in your hand. You were playing nervously with the cord. You didn't except being alone with her to be so uncomfortable. Like, the only time you talked to her she was being so arrogant, you were kinda hoping she would drop the sassy attitude.

"So, how do you wanna do this? Hurry because you don't have all my time."

You fighted the urge to roll your eyes and answered. "Well, when I take pictures of someone, I usually start to make conversation with them, so both of us would be more comfortable."

Sana didn't hold back and rolled her eyes, letting out a big sigh. "I hope at least that it isn't going to take forever."

You both walked quietly by the path that took shape between the grass, before you broke the silent. "So, how is the celebrity life?"

Sana was surprised you even started to talk, she thought you would shut your mouth and just take the pictures. To say the least, she was getting bored when you did nothing with your damn camera and just walked along side her.

"Well, you know, lots of work, paparazzi practically harrassing you, god so annoying."

"Do you like it?"

Sana stopped walking, surprised you would ask such a personal question. "Kind of? I like the fun part. But enough talking about me. Tell me about you."

Befriend you wasn't exactly in Sana's plan, but gathering as much informations as she could was always helpful.

"I'm a college student, in an university not too far from here. I study photography and cinematography. And... I live with my roommate, Nayeon."

"You have a roommate?"

"Yeah, she's a friend I met in my class. I don't think you know her though. But she's very funny... And kinda annoying sometimes."

Sana's laugh reverberated through your ears.

Click

You checked the photo you just took and giggled as you succeeded to capture Sana's smile. "Aren't you suppose to warn me before?"

"It looks more natural if you don't know."

Sana nodded with a smile still planted on her face. "Show me the picture."

The "photoshot" went more than well. You discovered that between all the nasty comments and mean attitude, Sana is actually gentle, you just have to know her. When you finished to take all your photos, you felt sad to leave Sana, knowing you wouldn't get to talk to her as much as you did in the park, or even never. But she quickly whipped off that triste expression when she asked you to work for her.

Well, it's not exactly working. You're just going to assist some of her photoshots with real photographers, since Sana only works with professionals of course, and she said that it would help you learn more about the job. You're so grateful about what she's doing for you, but you can't help but ask yourself.... Why you?

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"A caramel Frappuccino please, add two extra shots of coffee."

"That would be... 7 dollars and 50 cents."

Sana slided her credit card in the machine and sat at a table waiting for her coffee to be ready.

She was too busy texting on her phone to notice the person sitting in front of her. "You didn't wait for me to command, as usual."

"You took too much time."

Sana put her phone away and her gaze landed on the women across her. "It's not my fault you're always late Momo."

The said-Momo rolled her eyes and crossed her arms. "Not your fault? You always inform me at the very last moment."

"Okay, let's not argue about that."

The waiter interrupted the two "friends" when he came up with the drink. Sana thanked him and took a sip of her frappucino. "So... Why am I here?"

Sana raised her shoulders. "Just wanted to see you."

"You're lying."

She chuckled and hear Momo tapping her foot on the floor impatiently. "You have always been so smart. You're right."

Momo furrowed her eyebrows even if she already knew about her friend's little game. "Do you remember the boy I told you about during the bal?"

The black haired woman nodded and let Sana continue. "Well, now his friend works for me."

Momo laughed waiting for Sana to tell her it's a joke, but when she saw Sana's serious expression, her smile faded away. "Oh, you mean like, the girl that was with him during the bal? The same one you embarrassed in front of a bunch of rich assholes?"

"She's not completely working for me, she's still a student but she'll participate in some of my photoshots."

"And what is the point of this?" Asked Momo. Sana let out confused expression on her face. "Come on, you're not going to tell me you recruited her for her skills or some shit. Wait, don't tell me it's about the waiter."

"Yes, actually, everything is about him. I'm sure he knows what happened, I can use him to crush him down."

Momo smiled as if what Sana was telling her is insane. "And how are you planning to do that?"

"Well, I can't approach Joshua, I mean, I tried but he rejected me, I'm sure he's hiding something. But, I know that this girl is very close with him. Their chief told me that every night after their shift they would leave together. That means, if I can make her believe she can trust me, I'm sure she'll tell me everything he told her."

"Oh, and how can she trust you when you literally humiliated her?"

"It isn't really about trust actually. Next week the Huh's family is throwing another bal. I'll ask her to go with me. And," Sana leaned forward as a smile placed itself on her face. "I'll make sure she has a couple of drinks, after that don't worry, she'll be very, very honest."

"You're gonna get her drunk? What a kind thing to do Sana."

"Why would I be kind, I don't care about her."

Sana smiled at Momo's shocked face and took une gorgée of her drink. "You're such an asshole. I can't believe you're gonna make her think you're interested in her skills."

"What skills? Her photos suck."

"She's still cute tho."

"Cute?" Sana let out a loud laugh before straightening her posture. "Come on, she's anything but cute."

"Wow, you're more horrible that I thought."

The brune girl shrugged her shoulders and smiled. "What? You like her?"

"Kind of. I just don't think she's that ugly."

"Oh." Sana finished her drink. "You can't try to get her now though."

"Why?"

"She's mine."

Momo placed her hand in front of her mouth to prevent her from laughing to loud. "Sana you can't be serious, she's not an object."

"I know you. You'll keep her away from me during the bal. I can't risk that opportunity."

"My god, you sound so insane." Momo got up from her seat and grabbed her bag. "Well, have fun with your toy. I'll see you later."

Sana watched her leave the building by the automatic sliding doors. She stared at the multiple messages appearing on her phone from her coworkers asking for interviews and scoffed. "She's not even that pretty."

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