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Dear Jupiter (Part I)

TROPE: ballerina!kazuha x ballerina!reader

CONTENT WARNING: themes of insecurity, overworking and unhealthy mindsets

A/N: this is dedicated to my friend @nwjnsloona who saw this story being built from the beginning, it's bc of her that I'm even posting it <3

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"Jupiter was supposed to be a star, but failed."

The cheers.

The loud music.

The neverending rush of adrenaline.

It all happened in a blur as you kept your stance and smiled to the audience, hurrying off stage as soon as the curtains fell down.

The dry ice had been invading your lungs since 'snow' began, the end of act one automatically bringing coughs from your chest.

The infamous scene two was to any dancer a daunting task. But the euphoria that lingered right after was something you managed to bask on so dearly that none of it mattered.

It was all the pure definition of triumph.

You didn't know a life without it anymore.

Congratulations were sent your way as you walked through the cast, smiling and waving at the many people in the crowded backstage.

You gave your own share of cheers to the people surrounding you, taking special care to hug the two young dancers casted as Clara and the prince.

"Costume change, everyone! Costume change!"

"The floor was so slippery–"

"How's the snow today?"

"White with some yellow spots."

"You did a good job, now go change–"

"Really? I think it was fully white–"

"Clear the stage, guys! Costume change–"

The mild chaos post act one did nothing to faze you, swiftly making your way into the corridors of the theater.

The buzz of applause still rang on your ears as you entered the dressing room and closed the door behind you, joyful laughs welcoming your presence.

"Look who it is! Our Flower Queen of the night!" Your friend Yunjin smirked up at you as she carefully removed the crown in her head. "One of the hardest roles, for the rising star of the academy!"

"Oh, please." The playful annoyance in Chaewon's voice, your other friend, made a breathy laugh escape your throat. "You just did Snow Queen, flatter yourself a little."

You sat down in front of the large mirror, watching in amusement as your friends engaged in their usual conversation.

"She's not lying, Yunjin." The grin on your face did nothing to hide the intensions behind your words, hands calmly working on removing your armbands. "Snow is the scariest of the whole Nutcracker, give yourself some credits!"

"I don't know, it's quite easy..." With a shrug of shoulders, Yunjin stepped inside her red pants for the second act.

Looking back at Chaewon, the two of you shared playful smiles before you got up and began changing from your white dress to your dark pink tutu.

"I don't know if you agree with me but... Ungrateful people are not fit for the Snow Queen." Chaewon mused with a finger over her lips, swiftly dodging an empty band-aid box Yunjin threw at her.

"Such an elegant role, it should go to good people." You feigned disappointment, letting out a loud sigh.

"You know what?" Chaewon turned to you with a mischievous smile. "I think we should tell Mr. Lee to cast her as Mother Ginger next time."

The loud gasp that left Yunjin's mouth had you throwing your head back to laugh aloud. "We don't even have that number! Don't curse me like that!"

"Maybe it's time for us have it then." The oldest of your friends giggled after her phrase, jumping through the many other dancers in the dressing room to distance herself from a mid changing Yunjin. "You'd look amazing birthing the polichinelles!"

An inappropriate countered comment was directed at Chaewon not much after, but the door opening drifted your attention from your friends bickering to the head picking inside the room.

"I hope all this laughing means you're excited for act two!" Mrs. Yu, one of your ballet teachers, pointed her finger at some dancers resting on the floor, an stressed authoritarian tone in her voice. "Get changed quicker, girls! We don't have all the time of the world!"

"Someone's stressed." Yunjin whispered in a singsong voice, grimacing.

"Nutcracker is stressing." You whispered back, averting direct eye contact while walking towards one of your fellow dancers to touch up your makeup.

"Has someone seen where the roses are?" With a quick side eye, Chaewon made her way to the other side of the dressing room to avoid catching the attention of the woman.

From your peripheral vision, you saw Mrs. Yu make her way to one of the older dancers, whispering between one another.

Taking the change of atmosphere to focus once again, your mind wondered back to the event of the night.

In approximately half an hour, you'd be leading waltz of the flowers and the spotlight would be following you around as all of the attention in the theater would be on your dancing for almost seven minutes.

Nothing in life would ever be as greater as that.

"You." Mrs. Yu voice startled you out of your thoughts, catching the woman pointing in your direction. "Come here."

Gulping down, you thanked the dancer fixing your makeup and walked over to her. "Yes, madam?"

"There's some friends of Mr. Lee here tonight." Eyes wide, you waited for her next words with pursed lips. "Do great as Waltz Queen today and he might send you to guest as Sugarplum next week in Daejeon." Your eyes sparkled at that, a buzz of excitement growing in your chest at the honored opportunity.

"I won't disappoint, madam!" Bowing, you felt a hand lightly pat your back.

"You're a good ballerina." Hearing that from the teacher, a professional ballet dancer, made the blood rush to your cheeks, feeling the warmth on your face. "You might get far in your career.... Good job."

The next few minutes were a blur as all you could think about were those last words.

Good job.

A praise from any of the teachers in your academy was rare, and often came behind a light insult. So a direct praise without any underlying had you on cloud nine.

Once again on stage, you only came to be when someone whisper yelled that there were five minutes left to the beginning of act two.

Looking around, you saw everyone doing a last run though their routines.

And you were about to do your last set of pirouettes had not been from some light tapping on your shoulder.

Behind you stood a junior ballerina and growing friend of yours, Eunchae, lightly fidgeting with the fan in her hands.

"Nervous, Manchae?" Smiling at her, you brought her in for a quick hug. "What's wrong?"

"I'm just not too confident on my variation." Eunchae mumbled, looking down at her feet with a frown.

"But you did amazing on rehearsals." You squeezed her shoulders sympathetically.

The girl remained quiet for a few seconds until abruptly looking up at you, admiration all over her eyes.

You felt prideful.

"Would you help me? Your Spanish variation was so vivid last year." Eunchae held both of your hands, pulling nervously as she pleaded. "I'm worried my legs aren't reaching high enough."

"Did you stretch properly today?" She nodded, making you nod silently in ponderation. "Alright, Manchae. Show me your number." Immediately, a smile emerged in her face and she let go of your hands to get into position.

Eunchae was a graceful dancer, if not a bit inexperienced with big roles. The more fast paced number matched her bubbly persona perfectly and her charisma stood at a high even in this short rehearsal before act two of the ballet.

Finishing with triumph as if it had just been the official performance, the girl's smile immediately dropped as she turned to you in expectancy.

"You did amazing, Manchae." She smiled again, shyly this time. "But you're tense, that's why your muscles aren't flexing properly." You took her hands and lead her backstage as the crew announced act two was about to begin.

Walking behind a costume rack, you held both of the girl's hands and squeezed lightly, indicating that she followed your lead.

"Deep breath in..." She whispered, inhaling slowly with you, before exhaling and repeating the same process a few times. "Deep breath out..."

"That's it." Smiling at her, you brought Eunchae for another quick hug. "Now go stretch yourself a bit more before your number begins."

Eunchae gave you one sharp nod before rushing away to stretch somewhere with more space.

Alone again, you couldn't help but stay grounded on your place as it gave you a perfect view to the crowd.

Their awestruck gazes.

The cheers and claps after difficult choreography moves.

It made your heart race just from watching, a small smile creeping up on your lips from excitement.

You couldn't wait for Waltz of the Flowers.

Time seemed to blur between songs as scenes passed by quickly until you were being lead on to the stage, smiling wide and charming to the audience.

You stopped in the middle marking, making a reverence pose to the crowd and in that moment, everything seemed to come to a halt.

With the spotlight blinding your vision, it was impossible to see further into the theater. But the gazes of hundreds still pierced your skin in a burning sensation that made the tip of your fingers tingle with a mix of nervousness and excitement.

Most importantly, you could feel Mr. Lee's sharp gaze at the side of your head.

This wasn't just another Nutcracker Ballet show that happened every December in your academy. At least not for you.

Tonight was a test.

A test to see if you were good enough. Competent enough. Professional enough to get a recognition outside of your city.

A test to see if you deserve to become one of the greatest ballet dancers of your generation and have the opportunity from learning at other academies.

And Mr. Lee's sharp, merciless gaze was certainly a reminder to all of that.

In all honesty, this was the scariest moment of your life. And you couldn't be more ecstatic about it.

The thrill was everything to you.

The fear of failure. The hours upon hours practicing and dancing until your muscles gave out and you couldn't do anything without feeling pain. The clapping and cheers from the crowd as you danced around.

It all made you feel alive.

You could almost say you felt too emotional as time seemed to move faster again, allowing you to let the beautiful composition of Tchaikovsky move your limbs around in a gracious ballet waltz.

Confidence turned into boldness as you turned the double pirouettes into triple turns, basking in the loud approval of the audience with great pride.

Ending the number with another elegant pose, you took an extra second to leave the stage, not wishing to part from the attention so soon.

But soon, the dark backstage welcomed you and the other dancers as the ballet progressed and the beautiful pas de deux began.

Mirroring the movements from the current Sugarplum Fairy of your academy happened unconsciously with all the adrenaline still pumping your veins. But you took great care not to disturb any of the crew members in the small space you're all in.

It was such a beautiful role, and you could only hope you'd manage to dance to it in the week to come.

Time for bows were certainly one of your favorite parts of any show you performed.

To get the opportunity to go on stage with all the people you spend days on end practicing and performing with, receiving a collective big round of applauses made all the pain and stress worth it.

However, you weren't expecting such a loud round of applause as you came forward for your individual reverence.

As you stepped back in line with the other dancers, you looked at Yunjin with surprise, a similar expression on the dancer's face as she stood not too far in her Snow Queen costume.

A big smile found its way to your lips, breaking character just a little as the euphoria took over your thoughts.

You felt marvelous.

Then, the man himself walked on stage. Artistic director Mr. Lee, with all his glory graced the stage with his presence for his own bow.

The looming expectancy over your head seemed to become heavier with the presence of the man, your eyes following his every gestures to the audience.

When the curtains closed for a final time, your body slumped immediately, a nervous sensation growing on your chest as for the first time tonight everything felt uncertain.

Hugging yourself, you walked to stand with Chaewon and Yunjin as all of you waited for Mr. Lee's final thanks to the cast and crew.

"Everyone." The man opened his arms, motioning to the hundreds gathering on the theater stage. "What a great show we had tonight!" The collective relieved sighs would've made you laugh if one hadn't left your mouth too. "You all did amazing, good job."

As he began thanking each crew member one by one, you leaned against your friends for support as you grew nervous each passing minute.

After what seemed like hours, but had truly only been ten minutes, the man dismissed everyone.

You told Yunjin and Chaewon that you'd meet them later in the dressing room and stayed behind to speak to Mr. Lee. And he seemed to have noticed your presence as he turned around as soon as your fingers were about to tap his shoulder.

"There you are." Gulping down, you smiled nervously at him. Mr. Lee glanced you down with neutral eyes, only giving a short nod, turning around again. "Come here, I want you to meet someone."

His words halted your breathing for a second, not truly believing what they could mean.

You blinked for a few seconds, watching the man walk up to the curtain and through it. Shaking your head, you took deep breaths as you followed behind him, a smile threatening to find its way on your face.

Mr. Lee lead you towards two well dressed people still sitting in the theater, greeting both of them with a wide smile and warm hugs.

It felt foreign to you watching the man be so friendly to others when he was far from it during rehearsals, but you assumed this was what he was like with his friends.

Or perhaps it's just formalities.

It already felt like the first step to your professional career.

Meeting new people. Seeing new sides of old people. Exploring a new world.

You felt nervous and thrilled at the same time.

It excited you.

"This is my dancer I was talking to you two about." Mr. Lee introduced you, smiling rather proudly. You bowed, giving them a short wave and a shy smile. "This are Jung Hoseok and Kiyomi Nakamura." Eyes instantly widening at the familiar names, your posture became rigid again. "As you should know, Hoseok is a great ballet teacher at the Daejeon academy and Kiyomi has a studio of her own in Japan." You nodded eagerly, eyes averting between the three pristine professionals with expectation.

"Mrs. Nakamura is here in the country to help us by filling in for a great friend of ours that's unfortunately injured at the moment and can't work." Mr. Jung took the reins of the conversation, his voice much calmer and kinder than that of your director. "And we also unfortunately have some dancers unavailable."

"Which brings us to you." Mrs. Nakamura had intense eyes as she ran her gaze over your costume, a hand over her mouth in deep thought.

You waited for the woman to remain speaking, but she kept her silent, still judging you with an intensity you would argue was bigger than Mr. Lee's.

"I was kind enough to offer one of my students." Your director clears his throat, smiling proudly as he motions towards you. "And you certainly outdone yourself today, my dear."

"It's a great honor, sir. Madam." Bowing once again to the visitors, you bit back a frown when Mrs. Nakamura finally stopped gazing you down, only to look up and meet up your gaze with sharp eyes.

"You did well tonight. It will help filling in a role or two, yes." Before she could say any further, her phone rang, and the woman excused herself to leave and pick it up.

"It's settled then!" Mr. Jung smiled brightly at you, making you feel an odd sensation of cold and hot at the difference of treatment from the two senior dancers. "We already have your flight scheduled for tomorrow night, so make sure to rest well and pack your things in the morning!"

"I'll do my best not to disappoint you, professor!" You allowed a smile towards the man, so many joyful emotions brewing in your heart you would later need a moment alone to process them all.

"Don't mess this up." Mr. Lee whispered as he gave you a quick celebrating hug, squeezing your shoulders tighter than the comfortable amount to deliver his message firmly.

"I'll do my best! Thank you for the opportunity!"

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Being alone in a different city was better than you had first expected.

It felt terrifying, of course. But the freedom you had was one never experienced before.

Exploring the city the night you arrived in Daejeon might have been a small mistake when you had to wake up at five in the morning the next day. But the opportunity to walk around a new environment all by yourself was a peaceful and healing moment you didn't realize you desperately needed.

The cold temperatures of mid December soothed your sore limbs for the stressful rehearsal to come, the scenario covered in white snow calming your brain from all the nerves this opportunity had you feeling.

You couldn't mess this up.

It might seem small, but this was one of the best opportunities you had ever gotten in your career as a ballet dancer.

Being anything but perfect wasn't an option.

And to say you felt fearless was a lie.

Perhaps that's why that, instead of waking up with the alarm set on your phone at five, you had your eyes open and mind wondering at four fifty in the morning.

The warmth in the hotel room welcomed you in a strangely chilly sensation, chest tightening with anxiety.

You didn't bother bringing an extra coat when you left for the academy, opting for a lazy jog on your way there as pre warmup.

Despite all the fear you had, excitement still bumped your veins full of energy.

The Daejeon Academy was one of the biggest in the country and known for being the first home of many international talents. Every show had always an immense audience and directors from all over the globe came to watch each show in hopes of finding their new big star.

The academy was a place were dreams come true. And yours just so happened to be one of the biggest ballerinas your generation has ever seen.

When finally arriving at the academy building, you were taken back by how different from the one back home was.

Mr. Lee had always been one for traditional architecture, and his academy wasn't any different. You were used to darker colors and a place worth of a renaissance museum.

But the modern structure surrounding you and the overwhelming white walls had your feet halting, eyes wide as they wandered around the scenario.

The academy looked intimidating, somewhat more professional than what you were used to.

It sparkled anxiety in your chest, but you couldn't help the awestruck smile on your face at the sight.

"Hi, excuse me." Approaching the receptionist shyly, you gave her your details and explained what you were doing there. She was kind, and you felt a little more at ease by her presence. "When does rehearsals begin again?"

"By eight, sweetheart. I'm afraid you're a bit early." Giggling awkwardly, you looked around to find a place were you could at least stretch. But she didn't give you much time to do so, already knowing the nerves of a newly arriving dancer in the academy. "Studio eight is free if you wish to warmup." With a grateful smile, you nodded excitedly at the information. "Don't be afraid to explore! Enjoy your state here!"

"I will, thank you so much!"

Walking through the corridors with curiosity, you found the studio the receptionist had told you about.

You could see some dancers already inside.

Taking a deep breath to calm yourself, you wiped your hands on your coat and turned instead to a few vending machines in the corridors.

Because of the anxiety you felt the whole morning, breakfast was the last thing on your mind as you left the hotel. And if you were going to socialize and endure a full day of rehearsals with strangers, you'd need at least something in your system to keep you going.

The options weren't many. Sweet snacks, salty snacks and everything free snacks was all those machines had to offer. So you decided to take one of each for the whole day, taking some cash out of your wallet and inserting in the machine, pressing the buttons of the snacks most familiar to you.

But instead of them falling out, they got stuck on the loops right as they were about to fall.

"Oh, come on." Mumbling under your breath, you looked around warily before shaking the machine lightly. "Please."

It seemed like nothing would make those snacks come down, and you were about to give up, already mourning the money loss you just suffered to a vending machine, when a pair of hands shook the machine harder than you did, making a loud noise echo through the empty corridors.

With a few strong hits, your snacks fell and the stranger bend down to grab them, offering your food to you.

You blinked at the hands in front of you, grabbing the snacks before looking up at their owner.

A beautiful tall girl with black hair smiled gently in front of you, her lack of coat revealing she was another ballerina due to the leotard she was wearing.

You sucked in a breath when you reached for your snacks and your hands touched, feeling a sparkle of electricity upon the quick touch.

"The food always gets stuck on these." Her sweet voice filled your ears and brought a warm sensation to your cheeks. "You just have to beat them out of there." Her relaxed giggle had you shy under her gaze, but you couldn't tear your gaze from her beautiful delicate face.

"Thank you..."

You were mesmerized by this pretty stranger, and for a moment all thoughts about rehearsal slipped free of your mind.

It seemed like a million years passed as you gazed into one another, neither saying anything.

You could feel your face getting warmer as your heart thundered inside your chest.

The beautiful girl opened her mouth to say something, but quickly closed it again when a shout had both of your heads turning to the now open door of studio room eight.

"Kazuha, come on! I need you to lay on my back so I can stretch my legs properly!" A tall boy called out, impatiently beckoning the girl with his hands before he entered the studio again with a loud sigh.

"Good luck today, Sugarplum." The sweet voice told you and with a kind smile, the girl walked over to her friend as you watched enchantedly her gracious steps.

Kazuha was her name, it seemed.

What a beautiful name to a beautiful girl.

Maybe you weren't so anxious anymore.

You finished eating quicker than ever before, rushing inside the studio with renowned confidence.

The pretty girl, Kazuha, and her friend were in a corner close to the mirror wall and she shot you a smile as you walked in.

Shyly smiling back, you dropped down in the opposite corner and began your own set of stretches, taking deep breaths to concentrate and forget about the ballerina just a few meters away from you.

Your limbs ached from days of stress, rehearsal and shows, but your muscles screamed in relief at the stimulation.

Soon, all there was left was a warm sensation as your body began slowly warming up, the cold of winter no longer affecting you.

Minutes later, still excited from the new and modern environment, you took off your coat and switched to your pointe shoes, getting up and walking close to the mirror.

Not minding any of the growing number of dancers in the room as time passed, you allowed your muscle memory to freely carry your body through an invisible rhythm of Dance of The Sugar Plum Fairy.

Dancing as if you were on stage, your body moved flawlessly over and over as you repeated the variation until it fully satisfied you.

Perfect was the minimum you had to be in Daejeon.

Everything had to be flawless.

Perfect.

Graceful and beautiful.

So you repeated the dance again and again, never once minding the growing pain in the tendon of your heels from being elongated for too long.

Lost in this routine, you failed to notice a familiar figure walking in and intensely observing you until words were being directed at you.

"Your movements are good." Mrs. Nakamura sudden voice had you stumbling over your own feet, having to grab on a bar to catch yourself before turning to look at the woman with wide eyes. "Fourth position." You took in a sharp breath, body moving to the position she asked for before your mind even registered what you were doing. "Third position." Once again, your legs moved not a second later. "Retiré." Bringing your right knee in a flex high above your other knee, you straightened your left leg and patiently waited for other instructions. "And you're well trained as well." With a hum, she walked closer to you and gazed at your body similarly to the night before.

Unsure if you were allowed to relax or not, you keep yourself in the movement she last asked.

The desire to impress the legendary ex-dancer that'd be your teacher for the week to come had the pain becoming numb as a small smile grew on your lips, reflecting as if you were performing in front of an audience.

Had her words been a praise or not wasn't for you to ponder much on. But a warmth took over your chest at her next words.

"Maybe you are in fact the best dancer Lee has." With a single nod, Mrs. Nakamura sharply turned around, clapping twice loudly. "Heeseung, come here! I want you to meet your partner for Nutcracker."

The boy from earlier got up from his position on the floor, almost gliding towards you as his steps seemed light on the floor.

Very elegant, you could see why he was chosen to do the variation.

"This is Heeseung, your Cavelier for the shows you'll be doing here." As the woman introduced the you he gave a welcoming smile, shaking your hands with a strong grip. "Since you're both already here and you're new, why don't we begin already so you get acquainted with each other?"

Slightly pushing you into one another, Mrs. Nakamura left for what you assumed where the speakers, as you could only awkwardly look at your feet.

"She's very direct, if you haven't noticed already." Heeseung said with a relaxed expression, winking at you before he gave a small reverence, reaching out his hand for you to hold.

"You know the variation, right?" Trying a tease to keep the light mood, you grabbed his hand and let him lead you to the center of the room.

"More than I know the layout of my own house." With a last giggle, you both became silent as the music began, allowing your bodies to be carried away with the music.

But despite the familiarity with the dance and Heeseung's great dancing ability, you found yourself getting more distracted each repetition of the choreography.

Distracted by a pair of deep brown orbs, more precisely.

It seemed like your new presence in the academy had triggered the curiosity of a certain ballet dancer.

Prying eyes would usually never bother you when dancing, but something about Kazuha's unfamiliar but warm eyes watching you intensely through the mirror kept turning your focus towards her instead of the moves you had to do.

You didn't even know her, yet she managed to break right through the concentration you spent years improving.

But you couldn't focus on her right now.

Not when stakes were so high.

Not when you had shows to perform in just a few days.

Not when your feet buckled under your weight and you almost fell to the floor, had Heeseung not catched you in time.

"Are you okay?" Blinking confusedly, you nodded at his words.

"It seems like that's enough for now." A protest almost left your lips at Mrs. Nakamura's words, but all you could do was slump in defeat as she stopped the music and immediately left the speaker's area. "Hoseok should be here anytime now and then we'll begin rehearsals officially, you two take that time to rest."

Helplessly watching her leave the studio room, all you could do was stretch some more to prepare for the hours ahead of you.

Unconsciously gazing towards Kazuha seemed to have become a habit at this point, finding her eyes already staring at you as she smiled sweetly in your direction upon notice.

Yeah, there was no way you could be mad at her for distracting you.

She was too pretty not to look at and too pretty to stay mad.

You would just have to try harder to concentrate more.

So you gave her a small smile in return, avoiding her eyes to, hopefully, focus better on your stretch routine this time.

Luckily, the first day of rehearsals went great and you got along with the other dancers really well. Heeseung might even become a lasting friend of yours after you go back home.

But that failure of your feet earlier bothered you more than you'd ever admit out loud, nagging the back of your head the entire day. And when Mr. Jung announced everyone could go home and rest, you asked if you could stay behind for another hour to practice more.

"Don't forget I'm taking you to the good restaurants tomorrow at lunch." Heeseung said as he bid you goodbye. "Don't bring lunch! Just money!"

"Don't worry about it! Money is all I brought here!" Waving at him, you silently watched the room get emptier before fully turning to the mirror.

Taking a deep breath, you began going through your Sugar Plum solo again.

It went smoothly and flawless.

Your body moving around with grace as you found yourself in a rare moment of solitude, that granted you a bigger ability to concentrate.

Time seemed to have somewhat stopped as the world turned into only you, the tightness of your swollen feet after a full day dancing inside of your pointe shoes, and the variation you were doing.

Everything felt perfect as usually.

Until you reached you variation with Heeseung.

Thinking you could do your pirouettes without your partner was foolish, but you tried nonetheless.

Again and again. Stumble after stumble.

But no matter how much you tried, dancing a duet without a partner is the closest thing you ever felt to uselessness. And the growing frustration with the mistakes and missteps didn't help as it had all of your thoughts being directed to the same culprit, you.

With another failed pirouette, you groaned loudly and threw your head back, mumbling frustrated words under your breath.

Staying in silence for a few minutes seemed to help calm yourself down, as you took deep breaths to regulate your breathing.

However, when you were about to go through the pas de deux once again, firm hands on your waist had you rooted on your spot. Eyes opening, they immediately went wide at the person behind you.

Kazuha stands behind you with an expression you haven't seen from her yet. Even through the mirror, you could clearly see furrowed eyebrows as she seemed concentrated and somewhat concerned while she stared down at your feet.

"Kazuha–"

"You'll hurt yourself overworking like this." Blinking stunned at her words, a sensation of frustration grew in your chest as the words hit you like an insult. Not caring if something at the back of your mind told you those weren't her intentions, you attempted to move away from her hold, but she held your firmer in place. "I'm serious."

Sighing, you gave up embarrassingly quickly. Adding a full day of rehearsals to a badly slept night, your body felt exhausted.

But that didn't mean you'd let her do whatever she wanted so easily.

"Why do you care?" Crossing your arms over your chest, you refused to move at all, catching an amused expression from her through the mirror.

You almost let out a smile in pride.

"You're snappy when you're stressed." After a few seconds of simply staring into one another through your reflections, she finally said, with her hands moving up to your shoulders. "Relax." Kazuha whispers gently, massaging your shoulders with skilled hands. "You're all blocky, your muscles are too tense." When a particular knot in your neck was released by Kazuha, you couldn't help but melt into her warm body. "There you go." Slowly moving her hands down your back, she held your waist once again after finishing her massage. "Now you're cute again." Feeling your cheeks warm, you're immediately defleted by her next words. "And you won't injure yourself training improperly too."

Narrowing your eyes in her direction through the mirror first, you turned around abruptly and pointed your finger at her chest, mustering your best serious face at the ballerina. "You make me confused. I don't like it."

Then you broke free from her hold, walking towards the speakers and selecting the most recent played song.

Walking back toward Kazuha, you couldn't help the playful smile on your lips as she now looked at you confused.

"If you don't want me to hurt myself, then help me." Watching the knowing sparkle appear on her pupils, you got in position, the atmosphere immediately changing as the song began.

To say you were impressed by Kazuha's strength as she steadily lead the dance was an understatement.

But something else occupied your mind during that moment.

For the first time in your life, it wasn't the audience you imagined as your body moved.

This time, all your eyes could see was Kazuha and her intense dark orbs staring right back at you.

The moment her hands held your waist to assist in your pirouettes, that same electricity you felt earlier ran through your body.

And suddenly, the original choreography was no longer known in your muscle memory.

When your eyes met again, the ballerina seemed to have gone through the same feeling, as instead of letting go of your waist completely, she simply let one hand there, moving the other one to lace with your own as another sparkle happened upon the touch.

Waltzing in the opposite side you should've danced to, Kazuha lead you in a dance of your own around the room.

No longer following a known choreography, you looped one of your hands around Kazuha's neck, tightly squeezing her hand with the other.

Something about Kazuha's touch and presence felt so correct.

So warm.

So fitting.

Like a piece of music finally coming together, being played by an orchestra for the first time in a beautiful winter night.

You didn't even notice when the song ended and Kazuha had you firmly pressed against her, face so close you could feel her rapid breathing mixing with yours.

For a moment, as the song looped again in the background, you stayed that way. Simply staring at each other's eyes, something new growing in your heart belonging only to Kazuha.

It was many seconds after when the ballerina broke the silence with a whisper. "You're so pretty."

You didn't miss the way her eyes finally moved from yours, traveling down to your lips with something new behind them.

"Are you sure we have never met before?"

"I would have known if I found you before." Looking up again, Kazuha let go of your hand to hold your cheek instead. "But there's something about you indeed.... I couldn't keep my eyes off the entire day."

"I know." Was all you could say as this time, your eyes were the ones traveling down to look at her lips. "Do you believe in destiny, Kazuha?"

A melodious laugh left her lips, her head falling back as your bodies finally parted for a few centimeters.

"I didn't take you as the superstitious one." Seeing your pout, she finally let you go, walking towards the speakers still playing the song you were supposed to be dancing as you watched silently. "So, does destiny allow me to walk you back to your hotel or can I ask that as myself?"

"I didn't take you as the jokester one." You teased, tiredly moving your heavy body to gather your things. "Come on, Kazuha. Destiny says I need someone to carry me if I get too tired on the way."

"Hey!" Playfully shoving you, the ballerina grabbed her things before lacing her arm with yours as you both left the academy together.

The cold and sharp wind had you leaning closer to Kazuha for her warmness, but the light snow falling from the sky had your eyes looking up at it with wonder.

"You're really beautiful." Turning your head to face Kazuha, you found her eyes wide with a sincerity you couldn't quite understand yet, but it make you shy under her gaze, averting your eyes with a small smile.

"Do you..." Sighing deeply, you gripped her arm tighter as a gush of wind passed through you, making your body shiver. "Do you know anywhere we could have a light meal or something? Preferably, somewhere warm."

"I don't know the city that well yet, but..." Looking back at her, you saw Kazuha fumbling with one arm to pull her phone from her backpack as you held the other one. Seeing her struggle, you let go of her arm, just for Kazuha to wrap it around your middle and pull you tightly towards her. "There's this place Heeseung recommended once and I think we can go there right now."

Your heart began pounding in a rush of adrenaline you couldn't quite understand watching the girl in front of you.

Something about the way the white snow fell on her dark hair, to the way some strands of hair fell in front of her eyes as she leaned her head over to look better at her phone. The faint light coming from it illuminating her features just enough to allow you to see her furrowed eyebrows of concentration and the sparkle it brought to her eyes, making her look so cute and pretty.

It all made your heartbeat quicken in pace, a strange feeling beginning to grow inside your chest.

"It's not far from here, what do you think?" Turning to look at you with a small smile, your eyes widened at her catching you staring at her, quickly averting your eyes and nodding at the question.

The walk to the restaurant was calm, and the two of you fell into a comfortable silence as the scenario around evolved from the not so populated area around the academy to the still busy streets of Daejeon as late night workers made their way home before the snow could get any thicker.

Kazuha's arm remained around your torso in a warm embrace throughout the entire way.

Somehow, it felt like you had known each other for a century.

It felt strange, you weren't used to getting so comfortable and close to anyone like that.

But with Kazuha it felt right. It felt good.

You could only hope this pull the ballerina had on you would stop distracting you during class.

Being around Kazuha was great.

But perfection and the cheers were the most exhilarating things you have ever experienced.

Distraction was not something affordable to achieve that.

When you finally arrived at the place, you both wasted no time in rushing inside and sitting down at one of the warm cushion booths, letting out a sigh of relief at the soothing temperature.

"A ramen restaurant?" You mused out, giving the girl in front of you a teasing smile as grabbed the menu.

"It was a kind recommendation!" Kazuha's laugh had your eyes immediately traveling up to watch her once again, shyly leaning back to admire the ballerina.

"Are you here for summer intensive?" She shook her head at the question, gently grabbing the menu from your hands and intensely gazing through the options.

"I'm just accompanying my mom." Looking up with a small smile, Kazuha put the menu aside and called for a waitress, telling her both of your orders.

Once the waitress left, you turned to Kazuha again. "So, what does your mom do?"

But instead of an immediate answer, she blinks at you.

Staring at each other's eyes for a few seconds, you could only feel confusion at her reaction.

Then, she laughed. Throwing her head back and covering her mouth as genuine laughs left her chest.

Your cheeks burned in embarrassment, and perhaps at the way she sounded so beautiful laughing, but you didn't let any of it silence you.

"I don't get what's so funny."

Still taking a few second to compose herself, Kazuha leaned on the table to get closer to you, her expression suddenly turning serious as she tried to hide the remaining giggles behind a tight smile.

"My name is Kazuha Nakamura."

Oh.

Blinking dazedly, you let your eyes unfocus as your mind processed that new information.

She was Kiyomi Nakamura's daughter.

She was Mrs. Nakamura's daughter.

She was incredible.

"You're...." The words died on your mouth as thoughts rushed through your brain.

"To be fair, I look nothing like my mom." Somehow, you already knew that, Kazuha's facial features already starting to be engraved into your mind. "She likes to joke she spent nine months suffering just to give birth to my father's twin, but with long hair." Her words elited a genuine chorus of giggles from your chest, feeling calm and relaxed despite the revelation that she was the daughter of a legend.

You didn't feel threatened, strangely.

Kazuha didn't feel like competition.

Like someone else you needed to exceed to gain Mr. Lee's attention.

She was simply Kazuha.

You liked that.

"That explains why you knew I was Sugarplum." Mirroring her, you leaned on the table and narrowed your eyes. "It doesn't explain why you're not Sugarplum instead. From all I saw today, you're a great dancer. And you probably pull strings if you want, no?"

Before she could reply anything, the waitress came back with your orders and you both had to move away so your bowls could be placed in front of you.

Watching silently as Kazuha took a bite of her noodles, you couldn't help a small smile from slipping through your lips when she hummed satisfiedly at the taste and looked up at you with joyful eyes.

"Well, I'd rather be Mercury than the Sun." Her words brought your eyebrows together in confusion. Slowly taking a bite of your food, you kept your attention focused on her.

"Is that a japanese ballet term I don't know?"

"No." Kazuha winked at you, giggling. "I just like space poetry."

"Space poetry?" You couldn't help the laugh coming from your chest, coughing a few times as some food got caught in your throat at the sudden intake of air. "Is that an actual thing?"

"My dad has a whole collection of it." Despite her wide eyes, Kazuha's tone carried a warmth that brought a similar sensation to your heart.

"Your dad seems really cool." She nodded at your words, grinning with her eyes. "So, what does Mercury and the Sun have to do with ballet?"

"I'm fine being great by myself, just orbiting closely around the star." The ballerina shrugged, taking a few quick bites of her ramen before speaking again. "Besides, I'm usually always Sugarplum at home so."

Kazuha gave you a teasing grin, not being able to contain her laughter once you glared at her with fake annoyance.

It managed a giggle out of you, and suddenly you found yourselves in a small laughing fit.

At some point, your hands found each other in the middle of the table for support, squeezing tightly as the laughing slowly came to an end.

Your eyes found each other almost immediately, something that seemed to be becoming common. Much like the warmth rising on your cheeks and the quickened beat of your heart.

Kazuha squeezed your hand again, a growing familiar emotion in her eyes.

You cleared your throat, not pulling away but averting your gaze shyly.

"So, miss Mercury." Lowering in tone, your voice came out in a sudden vulnerability that was certainly unwanted but unavoidable. "What am I then?"

Suddenly, you wished to be back in the cold snow where then at least you could pretend the chills going through your joined hands were from the temperature, and not the touch.

Still, all Kazuha did was squeeze your hand reassuringly. It made your gaze wander back towards hers, finding her smiling sweetly at you.

A smile that was becoming too familiar for someone you met just today.

But a smile that, perhaps, would not be so unwelcomed at your time in Daejeon anymore.

"I think you're Jupiter."

"Jupiter?" Your eyebrows quirk upwards in surprise and curiosity, leaning a bit closer as you find genuine intrigued by her words. "I don't know, I wanna be grand and bright like the Sun!" The dreamy tone of your voice betrays the ambition deeply rooted within you, soft sighs leaving your mouth as the imagery of the loud cheers and applause of the audience take their place in your imagination. "The biggest of the solar system, the brightest, the center of it all! That's who I wanna be."

The confession comes softly, a gentle squeeze on your hand bringing you back to reality.

Kazuha's gaze is warm, not a single hint of judgement in her eyes.

The sensation it makes you feel is odd, so used to the great rivalry of ballet. But Kazuha only squeezes your hand again, the warmth of her gaze never faltering.

"You definitely are grand and bright." Kazuha smiles gently, sliding her bowl aside as she leans over the table to get closer. "Just like the biggest planet of the solar system." She jokes softly, earning a giggle out of you. "But I can see the strength you have. Dancing consistently from the moment before rehearsals began until after them is not something any dancer can do without breaking."

The two of you share a silent conversation through your gaze, many feelings being told and understood between the exchange.

You find yourself wondering back to the moment shared in the dance studio earlier.

Everything with Kazuha felt so perfect.

It truly feels like this connection you two share was made by fate.

Kazuha takes a hold of your other hand, thumbs gently caressing your knuckles. A faint blush took it's place on her cheeks before she spoke gently, her gaze never leaving yours. "And you posses a beauty that's unique for you, just like Jupiter."

Looking down at your joined hands, you feel the skin of your cheeks growing warmer at the genuine compliment directed Kazuha at you. It felt so intimate too.

"Is that what space poetry says?" You ask quietly, looking up at the ballerina with shy eyes.

Kazuha smiled at you, eyes soft as she leaned even closer, her voice just a whisper as she spoke to you and you only.

"That's what I say."

It was quiet for the next few seconds.

Something about Kazuha's tone.

Something about her words.

Something about how she stared at you like you're the most enchanting ballet ever created.

In this moment, the silence felt symbolic. Like a shift has occurred, and you couldn't fight against it.

You didn't even want to.

"We should finish our meal before it gets colder outside." Despite your words, you made no move to lean back and pull your hands away.

Matching her whispering tone, your focus simply stayed on Kazuha, too afraid to pull away and break the moment, too mesmerized by her presence to let go.

"Are you sure you don't believe in destiny, Kazuha?"

She giggles, a soft melody that sounds like the most beautiful composition created. You like her laugh.

Kazuha leans closer, her warm breath gently fanning your face as she breaths out. She seems to ponder over your words, her smile turning slightly bigger as her eyes traveled down to your lips.

"Why don't we find out?"

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paradisedumpling · 4 months ago

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So guys, I'm finally done reposting all of my works! I hope y'all enjoy!

Now, I made a promise to a friend and I'll post some unfinished things, that I do want to finish one day but I can't promise if it will be soon or not, I hope y'all enjoy that as well!

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paradisedumpling · 4 months ago

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A Calm, Happy Day

TROPE: non!idol au; girlfriend!hanni x girlfriend!reader

CONTENT WARNING: swearing; minor injuries; gay jokes

SYNOPSIS: a happy, calm day out with your girlfriend and friends

A/N: hi! if you feel like you've seen this before, you probably have. this is a repost from my old blog, enjoy!

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"Guys hurry up! I wanna see the beach!" Danielle yelled as she rushed in front of you all, Hyein closely behind her.

"Be careful not to trip on the rocks!" Minji sighed, shaking her head as she kept a close look on the two excited girls running ahead of the group.

"I bet 20₩ Hyein is gonna trip on a rock." Haerin mumbled to you.

Her, you and Hanni walked side by side with arms linked as you calmly made your way through the unsteady terrain to get to the sand on the beach, mindlessly having held onto each other for support.

"I double it, Dani's definitely the one falling first." Hanni snickered back, holding in a laugh as Minji almost slipped as she picked her pace, Danielle and Hyein getting further and further away from the rest of you.

"Be careful, unnie!" You told Minji, almost going after her, but Hanni pulled you back. "Let me help!"

"No. You stay right here with me." You blushed as Hanni gave you a smirk, tugging you close, before giving Haerin a side eye as the younger girl groaned at the interaction.

"Stop being cheesy. I'm right here." Hanni rolled her eyes, kissing your cheek and giving Haerin a sly grin. "I hate people in love." Haerin groaned but made no move to unlink her arm from yours as the rocks on the ground were getting bigger and slippery.

"Not my fault your girlfriend is busy keeping Hyein and Dani alive."

"Stop it, you two." You tugged at their arms, feeling a bit anxious as you could no longer hear the other three as they were way ahead of you. "By the way, I think Minji might be the one falling first with the way she's chasing those two." You heard Haerin sigh at the comment, lightly squeezing her hand as you knew that got her a bit anxious too.

"Hey, you two! Slow the fuck down!! You're gonna get someone hurt like this!!" Hanni yelled. "Jesus fuck, why did we pick a beach with so many rocks?"

"That's what we get for letting Dani choose the place." Haerin said, laughing at herself. "She only knows good restaurants. Other than that, they're all lost causes."

"Do you guys remember when we almost got robbed when she took us to that weird park in Gangnam?" You said, shivering a little as you remembered the fear you all felt that night.

"Oh yeah! And then she almost peed herself, it was so–"

"I told you to be careful!" You all stopped talking as you heard Minji angrily yelling.

Looking ahead you all saw Danielle by the sand looking back confused, Minji with her hands on her hips as she looked down at Hyein, who was sitting in the rocks clutching her hands to her chest.

"Shit." You mumbled, letting go of your girlfriend and best friend as you ran to Hyein's aid, not faltering in speed as you wobbled on the unstable rocks.

"I was being careful though, I just wanted to catch up to Dani unnie." You heard Hyein whimper as you got close to the duo. "I'm sorry, unnie." Hyein had a frown as she looked up at Minji with watery eyes.

"Hey, it's okay baby." You squat down carefully beside Hyein. "Lemme see it, Hyeinnie." Hyein gave you her hand and you carefully inspected it. It was a bit scratched, but not too much and there was no bleeding. "Luckily it isn't too bad, just a couple scratches and wet sand. Does it hurt anywhere else?" She shook her head, leaning into you as you rubbed her shoulders in comfort.

"You okay, baby Grace?" Hanni asked as she and Haerin finally caught up with the rest of you. "Well, it seems like I own Haerin 40₩." Hanni had a funny frown on her face as Haerin laughed after checking that Hyein was okay, clapping and leaning into Minji.

"You guys made a bet?" Danielle asked while she helped you and Hyein get up.

"Hanni doubled it saying you'd fall first." The five of you laughed loudly at the incredulous face Danielle made.

"Oh, heck yeah!" And that's how you found yourselves running again, this time on the safe sand and towards the sea.

"You guys are unbelievable." Minji tried to hide her smirk as she laced her hand with her girlfriend's. "Well, now that everyone is okay and we learned our lesson not to run on big rocks." She gave Danielle and Hyein a stern look. "Can we all please enjoy the beach? This bag is heavy."

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"Ugh." You groaned for what seemed like the 70th time in the past ten minutes, rubbing yours arms as you squinted your eyes while looking at Haerin and Hyein making sandcastles. Danielle was gathering more water with the small buckets you borrowed from Haerin's little sister. While Minji and Hanni had went to buy you all some lunch, keeping you in charge. "Fuck my life." You groaned again, closing your eyes and resting your forehead on your knees, feeling the hot sun on your back.

Don't get me wrong. You loved hanging out with your friends and you enjoyed the beach a lot. But you absolutely hated the sun. You would usually only go to the beach very early in the morning or during golden hour, as it wasn't so bright and hot. But right now must've been just a bit after 1PM in the middle of the summer. And even if you were perhaps the best one in the group regarding warm weather, you still disliked it. And after playing around in the water with the others and having a small sand fight with Haerin and Danielle, hunger started settling on all of your stomachs, getting you in the position you were right now.

In all honesty, it was your fault. You forgot the beach umbrella in the living room when you were all leaving in a rush because Haerin's mom had somewhere else to go after leaving you guys at the beach. But it didn't matter to you, your thoughts being completely filled with your hatred for the sun and how you wished time would go by faster.

A groan escaped your lips again as you lifted your head from your knees mere minutes later, your forehead and knee caps all wet with your sweat. "Where's them?" You mumbled to yourself, looking behind you at the sand path you found later on in hopes of seeing your girlfriend and Minji, but no sign of them.

"Unnie!" Hyein called you, making you turn to the trio with a small smile on your face. As much as you were feeling miserable, you could never give any of your friends a bad face. "Come make castles with us!"

"We know you love it!" Danielle had a bright smile on her face. That was perhaps the only sun you didn't hate.

"And unnies are gonna take a while to be back. They're ordering for six." You groaned at Haerin's statement, slowly getting up and making your way to the youngest ones. "You good, bro?" Haerin whispered to you as you sat down next to her, nodding tiredly.

"Just.... Too much sun." Haerin smiled at your annoyed face, handing you a bucket and moving closer to you in hopes of giving you more comfort.

You actually ended up getting distracted enough as the four of you got determined to make a village for your castles.

You and Hyein were in the middle of dusting off the sand in a particularly big house you made when Danielle let out a happy and relieved squeal. "You guys brought food! Yay!"

You whipped your head so fast, crying out in relief at the sight of your girlfriend with two bags of food in her hands. You completely missed Hyein laughing as you eagerly got up and ran to the two oldest girls, taking one bag each from their hands and speed-walking to the blankets you had laid down on the sand where your belongings were.

"Please tell me it's something refreshing. I might die if it isn't." You whined as you rushed the others with your hand so you could open the food already.

Hanni laughed as she sat down beside you, kissing your cheek, trying not to make a face as your skin was sticky with sunscreen, sweat and sand.

"I'm surprised you're not dead by now." Minji deadpanned as she stared at you with a unreadable face, a habit she was getting from Haerin. "You look like you ran a 20 kilometers marathon." And she was probably right. You were visibly more sweaty than the others, even if you ran to cool down at the sea a couple of times. Your hair was messy and sticking to your face and neck. Your cheeks and nose were flushed. And you were breathing more heavily than anyone else in the group. You really hated the sun.

"Ya! Stop making fun of my girlfriend, Kim Minji!" Hanni gave the taller girl a serious look, rubbing your back as she took a cold can of coca-cola from the bag in front of her. "Here you go, love." She opened it and gave it to you, smiling as you all but melted when the cold liquid hit your hot tongue, mumbling a quiet 'thank you' to her. "No problem, sweetie. I made sure to grab the coldest one in the store so it would still be cold by the time we got back." Hanni wasn't sure if your red cheeks were caused by the sun or her words, but with the way your eyes got slightly bigger before looking away she knew that if it was in a different situation, your face would be red definitely because of her. Even after all this time dating, you still got flushed by such small things and she absolutely loved it.

"You guys bought makguksu!!" Hyein squirmed in excitement, hugging the closest person to her, that happened to be Danielle. The two shaking each other in excitement.

"And jangeo-gui for my goyangi." Minji pulled Haerin closer, smiling as she planted a small kiss to her temple, having the same thoughts as Hanni about the origins of Haerin's flustered face.

"Have a good meal everyone!"

Danielle all but suppressed a laugh at the smug faces of Minji and Hanni, and your's and Haerin's visible shyness at your girlfriends cute acts.

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"I'm dead." You grumbled as you flopped down on Haerin's sofa. "Deceased. Five foot below the earth. My grave already decaying from how dead I am." You let out another grumble, your hazy mind not identifying who of the girls was laughing at you.

"Stop being dramatic, bro." Minji threw a pillow at you as she sat down on the other sofa, but you didn't move a muscle.

"Fuck you, bro." You turned your head slightly to give Minji an annoyed face.

"No, fuck you bro." She retorted, barely hiding that she was having fun making fun of you.

"Stop swearing in front of the kid." Hanni gave the two of you a stern look, standing in front of your face. "Move. You can rest your head on my lap." Despite her words, she was the one holding your head up and carefully laying it down on her lap as she sat down, hands going to caress your hair on instinct. "You okay, love?" She looked down at you as you adjusted your position to face her stomach, your eyes heavy and forehead creased.

"I hate the sun." You mumbled, closing your eyes and sighing in content as you were finally out of the burning and bright sun, and close to your lovely girlfriend without your skins rubbing uncomfortably because of the sweat.

Hanni smiled down at you, scratching your scalp lightly as she simply watched your face slowly contort to its relaxed state. Ignoring completely the other four girls arguing about which movie would you watch during the rest of the evening, the vietnamese girl busied herself with tracing your face with her free hand.

Hanni would have never imagined that she would've met someone like you when she came to Korea to study abroad. She could still remember clearly the first time you two met. It was her second period of the day, biology class. The teacher had paired you two together because you were the only one that could speak english as Hanni was still beginning to learn korean. She thought you were cute, quietly explaining to her in english any important topic the teacher was saying. How sincere your smile was when you learned you two shared almost all periods and you'd have the same classes for the rest of the day was something that made Hanni feel very welcomed in the unfamiliar environment.

She wouldn't really say it was love at first sight, although she really hoped you'd become friends after that day. No, she too could remember like it was yesterday the first time she realized she was in love with you. It had been several months after your first meeting, Hanni fitting in your small group of friends like the last piece of a puzzle. You and the rest of the girls had went out to buy your costumes for Halloween, but got sidetracked with the many stores in the streets. Her, Hyein and you got separated from the group as you felt hungry and the others wanted to go to a thrift store you weren't really that interested in visiting.

Hanni had been struggling a bit to put a name on what was her feelings for you. She knew the others felt like sisters to her already, but calling you a sister was weird. She loved being around you. She felt at peace when she was with you. Minji would always comment on how she would laugh the hardest at the silly things you said and did. She loved how you took care of her and she loved taking care of you, even if you were extremely stubborn about being taken care of. She loved silently watching you do anything. She loved when you held hands, or when you squeezed hers to get her attention because you sometimes just didn't feel like talking but still wanted to show her something. She loved how goofy you were, she even had a whole album on her gallery of just silly photos she took of you. Haerin would always point out that she never cringed at your attempts of flirting even though she cringed at everyone else's, even if it wasn't directed at her. Danielle would always make kissy faces whenever she took a picture of you two together. And Hyein would say you two were her parents at any given opportunity she had. Still, Hanni didn't knew what to call her feelings for you. Sure, she had had crushes in her life before. Even Minji when they met for the first time, but that's only something you and her diary know about. But she never felt the way she felt for you before. And she didn't knew if you were only a really really close friend, or something else.

But that all changed that day when you and Hyein decided you wanted corn dogs from a stand in the middle of the street. She laughed as you two seriously discussed about what to order for yourselves, smile getting just a bit bigger as she watched your cute serious face. After getting your hands on the hot corn dogs, that soothed momentarily the chilly air of autumn, the three of you were bickering about your dislike for ketchup.

"But it tastes weird!" You argued back, giving Hyein a look of disgust as she poured a lot of ketchup on her corn dog. "I'm good with my mustard and mayo, thank you very much." Hyein gave you her tongue before taking a bite of her food, jumping in happiness. Hanni couldn't help but notice how you had a small smile watching Hyein. She had always felt like a little sister to you.

Hanni didn't know why, but watching you look with such adoration at your food as you put your sauces on it in preparation to eat it made her heart start racing. But that wasn't what made her realize, no. When you took your first bite, getting irritated at your nose getting dirty with mustard, quickly getting amazed and excited as you got a big cheese pull, asking Hyein to take a picture. That's when she realized. To her, it felt like the world had slowed down. Watching as your beautiful hair moved along your head as you got in position to pose for Hyein. The corners of your lips dirty with sauce slowly getting up as Hyein hyped you for your cheese pull. Your nose still scrunched because of the mustard despite your annoyance long gone. Your eyes slowly growing into crescent moons. The street lights shining perfectly on your face, making you look like the most beautiful person in the world. The snort you let out as Hyein showed you the picture she took. And finally, your eyes meeting as you looked at Hanni out of pure excitement because you'd always look at Hanni when you were excited about something. The only thing that crossed Hanni's mind when she looked at you at that moment was: Damn, I really love you.

The rest of the night Hanni spent with her mind wondering around her new realization. Suddenly, she started noticing even more the effects you had on her and she was a blushing mess the rest of the night.

Haerin, the ever so observant cat-like girl, pulled her aside that night when Danielle had dragged you away to look at some costumes, to tell her she was glad she had finally realized she liked you because you had known you liked her for a while now but was too scared to tell her. Hanni was confused on how Haerin had realized that so quickly, but extremely happy to know her feelings were mutual. They both knew you didn't had the most amazing confessing experiences, so Haerin was doing you a favor in telling Hanni of your feelings for the vietnamese girl. She asked you to date her three days after that.

"What are you thinking about, Hanhan?" Hanni got pulled away from her thoughts by you giggling at her tracing your nose with her fingers, eyes looking up at Hanni with adoration and curiosity. "You have the eyes you do when you..." You traced off blushing, but keeping the eye contact.

"When I?" Hanni inquired quietly, lost in your aura. After you didn't answer, ears getting more red, she smiled down at you, booping your nose. "I was just thinking about you. And how much I love you." Your smiles mirrored each other, getting lost in each others eyes momentarily.

"That's it." You said after a while, seemingly out of nowhere. Your eyes softened as your girlfriend looked down at you in confusion, her eyes getting bigger. "The love doved look you give me just before you randomly confess your love for me." You giggled as Hanni's eyebrows squeezed together, a small pout on her lips as she seemed to be thinking.

"I do that?" You simply nodded.

"I love it, don't worry." You let out a silent laugh as her entire demeanor changed. She smirked down at you, wiggling her eyebrows seductively before blowing you a kiss. "Stop being weird!"

"What? I thought you loved it." She made another weird seductive face, blowing you another kiss. This time, your laugh left your chest with a loud sound.

"Hey you two, stop being gay!" Minji's voice got the two of you out of your love bubble, making you look at her as a calm smile settled on your lips. "The movie is about to begin, you better not be smooching during it." She had a serious face, but it only made you snicker at the irony of her words. Minji had her arms and legs wrapped around Haerin, chin resting on the younger girl's shoulder as the latter gave her multiple kisses on her cheek. "I better not hear any kissing sounds!"

It was a fun few minutes of the duo bickering as you waited for Hyein to finish making the popcorns so you could start the movie. Anything about the small 'argument' long gone as soon as the movie started playing and you all excitedly got up to dance and sing to the songs of Mamma Mia.

"How about you stop being homophobic?!" Hanni retaliated, making Danielle laugh as she dropped the remote control to look at the two girls. "And what rights do you have to say anything about kissing? You two are all over each other in there and no one is complaining." You and Haerin shared a look, rolling your eyes and giggling quietly as your girlfriends kept on bickering.

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You sighed in content as the chill breeze hit your face, smiling as a familiar pair of arms sneaked around your waist and a subtle sweet scent filled your nostrils. You leaned back on Hanni's warm body as you looked up at the night sky.

"Satisfied?" You hummed. You two and the rest of the girls had just left a ramyeon restaurant after having a good dinner there and were on your way back to your sleepover at Haerin's house. But none of you were in a rush to go back home just yet.

You silently watched as Danielle quietly talked to her parents over the phone, a big smile on her face as she kicked a rock around. Minji and Haerin were slowly walking with their hands laced together ahead of you all, as Minji let herself snuggle to her girlfriend's side. The couple quietly talking about something as you could her them giggling every once in a while. Hyein was taking pictures of the sky and of you all when she thought no one was looking, muttering to herself in pride when she found the pictures pretty. And Hanni was hugging you from behind as you stopped to bask in the moment.

"Oh! The playground is empty!" Haerin squealed, tugging Minji to go climb and sit at the little house with a slide.

An excited noise left Hanni's mouth as she laced her hand with yours and pulled you towards the playground.

You gave Danielle and Hyein one last look as you heard Dani's mom's voice over the speaker as Hyein excitedly said hello, the two too engrossed on the conversation with Dani's kind parents to tease the two couples in the group for their little getaway.

You let out a small giggle as Hanni pulled you behind a tall slide and pressed your body against the wall. "I missed you." One of her hands went up to your cheek, the other holding your waist as she got closer. You couldn't see her face properly as you two weren't facing any lights, but you could feel her gaze on you, making your cheeks get warm.

"We've been together the whole day, angel." You quietly said, feeling your heartbeat get faster. No matter how long you and Hanni have been together, your body still reacted to her the same way it did when you first started to have a crush on her.

"I know. But we've been together with the girls the entire day." Her voice got low as she got impossibly closer, caressing your cheek as your lips lightly brushed against each other. "I didn't even get to kiss you properly today because the sun and Minji decided to be bitches at the same time." You let your head fall to the wall as a laugh escaped your throat.

"Well, the sun is no longer here and Minji is busy making out with Haerin. So what are you waiting for, my love?" You boldly said, smiling in expectation as Hanni squeezed your waist.

The older girl only hummed as she finally closed the small gap between you two, pressing her body on yours as your lips moved together in synchrony. Your arms sneaked around her neck, hands playing with the baby hair at her nape. You felt her tongue against your lips asking for permission and you all but opened your mouth, letting out a noise of contentment as your tongues met, relaxing in her arms.

As much as your kiss was desperate, it wasn't feverish. You simply missed each others touch and comfort.

Ending the kiss with a few small pecks, making you giggle in-between them, Hanni rested her forehead on yours as her fingers drew small circles on your waist. You closed your eyes, taking in a deep breath, lips quirked up in content.

"I love you." You whispered, smile getting bigger as Hanni squeezed your waist at the confession.

"I love you too." Hanni leaning in for another kiss, this one slower than the previous one. You noses brushed against each other as Hanni tilted her face, pouring all of her love for you through that kiss.

You two stayed like this for a few minutes, simply basking into each others love and comfort, sharing kisses and small confessions.

Right now, Hanni had her head rested on the crook of your neck, your hand mindlessly playing in her hair as you two swayed slowly side to side.

"Guys?! Where are you?! Haerin's mom just texted me asking why we're not home yet!" You heard Danielle's voice not too far away, probably looking for you two and Minji and Haerin through the playground.

Hanni groaned on your neck, squeezing you as she whined. "I don't wanna go just yet." You chuckled, rubbing her back in comfort.

"There you are!" Hyein jumped behind the slide you were, waving to you as she silently laughed at Hanni's curled up form on your arms. "We have to go, unnie. It's getting late."

"Boo-hoo." Hanni whined once again, squeezing you and leaning back to give you one last kiss before breaking from your hold to turn and point a finger at Hyein. "You're such a moodbreaker." You and Hyein both laughed at her as the three of you made your way to Danielle in the middle of the playground.

"Did unnies have a good time?" The youngest girl in the group looked at the two of you with curiosity, a small teasing smile on her face as she looked at your laced hands.

Before Hanni could make any other accusing comment, as you knew she would, you answered Hyein as you gave your girlfriend a single warning squeeze on her hand. "We did, Hyehye." You smiled at the taller girl. "Was your talk with Dani's parents good?"

"Yes!" Her eyes widened in excitement as she broke your hands from each other to hold them and stay between the two of you, swinging both of your hands as she started talking. "Her dad said he'd talk to our parents to see if we can spend the holidays at their house! And then we can invite Hanni unnie's family over and spend the holidays everyone together!"

"Oh, really?!" Hanni looked at her, an excited smile forming on her lips. "My sister has been dying to meet you guys! She never stops talking about that one time you guys invaded our face time to prank me!" Hanni rolled her eyes at the memory of the prank, but kept her excitement as she and Hyein began making plans fo the holidays.

You giggled at them, happy to just listen.

Turning your head around to check on the other three girls as Hyein and Hanni had seemely forgotten they weren't automatically following you home, you stop walking to wait for them, halting the two girls on their actions but they were too engrossed on their conversation to even notice, Hyein still swinging your hands as if you were still walking.

You had to suppress a laugh not to disturb the two girls by your side when you saw Danielle scolding Minji for Haerin's disheveled hair, not a single ounce of regret on the older girl's face as she smiled with pride while having her arm around Haerin's shoulders.

You waved at the cat-like girl as she tugged Minji's shirt and waved to Danielle to follow you three. Despite the dim lights, you knew Haerin too well to know by her body language that she was embarrassed by the two girls. You simply smiled at her as you stretched your hand out for her to grab it as she tried to run away from Minji's smug face.

"Oh! Are we doing a chain? Yay!" Danielle squealed as Minji went to hold Haerin's other hand, grabbing Minji's free hand with excitement as she led the six of you back to the main sidewalk.

You giggled as you and your friends engaged into Hyein's and Hanni's conversation about the holidays at Danielle's parents house. You felt happy and loved as only your friends could make you feel.

You went home that day content, having a small smile on your face as you cuddled into Hanni's side on your bed, falling into a peaceful slumber.

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paradisedumpling · 4 months ago

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The Unbitten Pomegranate

TROPE: Goddess of Death!karina x Goddess of Life!reader

CONTENT WARNING: insecurities; forbidden romance

SYNOPSIS: who would've thought life and death could share the heart

A/N: hi! if you feel like you've seen this before, you probably have. this is a repost from my old blog, enjoy!

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It's spring again. Flowers are blooming, lovers are enjoying the serene weather, and animals are waking up from their long hibernation. The best time of the year, many would say. For most, perhaps it is, but not for her.

For her, all that spring brings are those who didn't survive the winter. Those who are allergic to pollen, who don't have much defense in the beloved season. The wilted flowers, discarded after being presented in numbers for lack of something more sentimental. It's everything that spring can't have. Spring is nothing more than a pretty cover for a book that has long since been ruined.

Maybe it's simply unknown to her. She has never experienced the beauties that many say spring has, only all the bad things that every season brings. She can't see so much beauty in something that causes so many problems. But she can't help but wish she could feel such feelings one day, if they exist.

So, yes, it must be her ignorance that prevents her from seeing a beautiful story behind the beautiful cover.

In any case, torn or freshly processed pages, it doesn't matter. It will never matter. Spring is a distant thing, just like any other season, or living thing. Life and beauty are not something that is found in the world that she lives in easily. Unless it's something from outside, something that shouldn't be there, everything is cold, dark, vulgar and even gloomy, some days. Something beautiful and full of life like spring is just a distant wish, a longing for something she never had and will ever have, a pang she'll never get over.

There's no reason to ponder something distant like spring, so why is she here? Standing in the passage that leads from the underworld to the overworld and vice versa. Thinking about the irrelevance of something she never had, never wanted before.

Why did she suddenly care so much about the world above hers? A world that only holds a grudge against her home, her family, her work. A world that doesn't deserve a second of her thought.

So why is she still here? Standing. Looking. Pondering. Wishing.

Maybe she didn't want to know at the moment. She didn't want to admit what she feared would be the answer to her questions.

It wasn't worth it, anyway. Nothing would happen, as always. Nothing happens. Nothing good, at least. It never has and it never will. There is no reason to get her hopes up that something good will happen. Feelings like hope only bring more pain and she had no time for stupid feelings like this. She had no time to feel anything but apathy towards the souls that roamed her world and the monsters imprisoned in her land by someone who lied to himself about having power over everything and everyone.

She had no time for silly feelings and stupid thoughts. And much less time to stand here, thinking about meaningless things like stupid spring and that stupid–

Maybe she's going too far, she shouldn't let her stress take over her reason. Her father always said that the best way to release stress was to throw sinners into the lava river. It's not the best option, but it's still viable.

On the other hand, her mother, a much wiser and calmer woman, always said that the best method was to take a deep breath and ask someone experienced for advice.

She could talk to her about it, she'd always been the best at giving advice. But her mother wasn't there. She was up there, enjoying the wonders of spring, along with all the joys of the world above and that damned red hair that wouldn't leave her head, and–

"Miss?"

Yes, she didn't have time. She didn't have time because she had important things to do that couldn't be postponed. The arrival of spring also meant a new year, a new cycle. And like all other cycles, it came with problems that could only be solved by her.

She had work to do and no time to dwell on the irrelevance of spring, or the absence of her mother, or that red hair that sometimes obscured the beautiful features that her hope carried.

She had no time, so she turned around and followed the butler to where her tasks needed to be tended to.

At least, that way, she could forget. She didn't have to question, much less deny. She didn't have to wish. Spring wasn't important, just like her irrelevant feelings.

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It's spring again. Flowers were blooming, lovers were enjoying the serene weather, and animals were waking up from their long hibernation. The best time of the year, if anyone asked you.

Not that they needed to. If the smile on your face and the laughter you let out as you ran through the woods were anything but clear indications of your delight at the arrival of spring.

Everything was so beautiful, so bright, so full of life. You couldn't think of a single soul who didn't like spring. Not even those who had already passed and now inhabited the underworld. Everyone had experienced spring, there was no way not to love it.

Everything was perfect, except for one thing; the absence of those deep eyes.

You couldn't remember the first time you had noticed them, but you knew that since then, you had never forgotten them. It was as if you were drawn to them, that if yoi looked at them for long enough, you would forget the world around you.

When was the last time you had seen those captivating eyes? Two or three decades ago? Maybe even a century had passed. So much time and you still hadn't forgotten that gaze; perhaps you were getting sick.

With each passing season, you longed for the opportunity to see her again. You didn't even know the name of the one who had such captivating eyes, but you were determined to find out. It couldn't be difficult, right? The underworld didn't have that many Gods, so it shouldn't be a difficult quest.

Determined, you ran to the bottom of the hill, jumping over trunks and roots with grace, leaving a path of flowers where your feet touched. Maybe your mother knew something about the Gods of the underworld. You could ask your uncle too. From what you knew, he had friends down there.

"Mother!" You ran into the temple, being careful not to bump into any of the animals on the way. "Mother!"

You spotted your mother in the garden, a swallow on her finger, while she took care of its wing, which appeared to be injured. Both the bird and your mother looked at you in surprise at your sudden appearance.

"Are you busy?" You stopped running, rubbing your hands behind your back in embarrassment, taking a few steps back to give your mother and the animal space. "I can come back another time, no problem."

"No need. We were just finishing up. " Your mother stroked the bird's beak, walking to a tree and leaving it on one of the low branches. Turning to face you again, your mother walked towards you with a welcoming smile. "What does your curious mind want this time? You never come in like this if you don't have something to ask me." Your mother laughed, guiding you to the garden behind the temple. "So, what do you want to know?"

"I want to know about the Gods of the Underworld." Your mother stopped walking, looking at you as if you had grown three heads. In fairness, you had never asked about this subject before. Maybe if you explained your reason, she would relax. "It's just that... Well... There's this Goddess and–"

"You didn't eat any fruit that those people offered you, did you?" The serious tone in her voice made you look at your mother in surprise. It was rare that she used this tone of voice directed at you. "Honey, if they're bothering you, just tell me and I'll fix it quickly. They'll answer to my fury for messing with my little girl." The bow and arrow materialized in the Goddess's hand, who had a determined and angry expression.

"What? No! Mother!" You moved in front of your mother, one hand on her right shoulder and the other holding her left wrist, preventing her from raising the bow in the air. "No one is bothering me, much less offering me fruits from the underworld. Don't worry."

Your mother looked at you cautiously, analyzing you for any signs of lies. After a while, she finally relaxed, the bow and arrow dematerializing from her hands.

"Why are you curious about that place so suddenly?" She asked, walking again and looking at you curiously. "Don't you know enough already? Everything in that place is horrible, as are any beings that inhabit it. From the King of the Underworld, to his heirs, his servants, the other Gods and all those monsters that are barely contained in an open field. What kind of idea is that?! To leave all those life-destroying monsters with so much comfort and the pleasure of free mobility? That man must be out of his mind if he thinks it's the best idea to let those atrocities run wild like that."

You was a little startled by the way your mother spoke of the underworld. You knew it wasn't the ideal place, but it wasn't that bad. It couldn't be. If the Goddess of Spring herself chose to live there, it couldn't be that bad.

And those black eyes that captivated your attention. You had never sensed any evilness on them. Only melancholy, but never malice. You couldn't imagine those eyes carrying that evil fire that everyone says the Gods of the underworld have by nature.

"I just– I was just curious." You replied sheepishly, not wanting to hear any more aversion from your mother. "I was just thinking, with the end of winter, that many of the animals that didn't survive are there now. I was just curious about what happens once you die and go there, nothing more. I'm sorry if I offended you, mother."

"Oh, dear. You didn't offend me." Your mother placed a gentle hand on your cheek. "But I don't want to hear about that subject anymore. We don't know if it summons to them." Your mother shook her head, as if shaking off the thoughts. "And don't talk about such insensitive topics around the animals. They might get sad."

You looked around at her words, noticing some of the animals that visited the temple looking at you both curiously. The swallow from before was looking at you with an intimidating intensity.

"I apologize again, mother." Smiling softly, you adjusted your dress and pulled your hair back. "I better go, I still have to check on the animals to the south. I also have to see the farmers' crops in the plains. So I still have a lot to do."

"Yes. I'm pretty busy too." Your mother called two deer with her hand, who were probably waiting to be attended to before you got there. "Don't come back late, okay?"

With a last nod of your head, you made your way out of the temple, still thinking about the dark-eyed Goddess who had been occupying your mind for so long.

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The great Mount Olympus, where the greatest Gods in the world are found. The most beautiful and purest place in the world, where everything is perfect and everyone treats you with affection and respect; or so they say.

To her, Mount Olympus was just a place where a lot of ignorant and selfish people live, too busy filling their own egos to think about anything similar to 'affection and respect'. If someone ever gains the privilege, or the misfortune, of being called to this place, they can be sure that it was only for the self-interest and selfishness of the God who called them.

Luckily for her, she didn't have to come to Olympus often. A meeting that her father couldn't attend once every century was better than coming here every week. But that didn't mean she liked coming here. Every word her uncle spoke was a sigh that left her mouth. She was bored and starting to get irritated with the aimless conversation. She felt sorry for her father for having to actively participate in these meetings. Most of the time they didn't discuss anything related to the underworld, but he still had to come. She understood why he will spend so much time in the lava river when he comes home.

At least there was one thing she tolerated about all this; The red-haired Goddess.

She seemed so calm, occasionally giving opinions, smiling at everyone, looking in her direction...

Looking in her direction?! Was she looking at her?!

Startled, she looked away, trying to calm her heart and ease her embarrassment, opting to stir her full glass of wine, which had not been touched until this moment.

After a while, she looked again, realizing that the Goddess was still looking at her. This time, giving her a smile when she saw her return her gaze. She didn't know what to do, she had never been caught looking at the Goddess, much less interacted with her.

Not wanting to ignore the Goddess, she waved her hand discreetly and looked away again, not wanting to draw the attention of the other Gods.

She wasn't going crazy, she couldn't. She had ignored those feelings for so long, busying herself with her work in the underworld and the certainty that the redhead hated her, just like all the other Gods.

So why was the Goddess looking and smiling at her at that moment? She didn't want to think about the reasons at that moment, so she had never been so relieved when her uncle announced a break in the meeting, which should have been going on for hours.

Getting up from her father's throne, she silently left the meeting hall and went to the garden of Olympus, probably the only truly beautiful and pure thing in that entire place.

Walking along the path at the entrance to the garden, she spotted a swallow near the flowerbed. Approaching cautiously, but keeping a reasonable distance from the bird, she crouched down and admired the animal, a small smile on her face.

The times she came to the garden of Mount Olympus were one of the few moments when she could witness life, not just the remains of it. One of the few moments when she could forget who she was.

"I was hoping to find you here."

She knew that voice. If it were anyone else, she would curse them eternally for interrupting her moment, but not you.

Sighing, she looked at the swallow one last time, as if she expected the animal to enlighten her mind with ideas to escape that situation. She didn't know if she was ready to face the owner of the red hair.

Deciding to accept that this time there was no escape, she turned around, finally facing the one who inhabited her mind more than she would like to admit.

"I... I would like to talk." She looked behind you, not wanting any of the other Gods to see the two of you. She didn't want to cause trouble.

"If you want to, of course." You turned you gaze away, red taking over you cheeks. That made her laugh a little, earning a confused look from you. "Your mother wouldn't like to see you with me. Or any of the others, for that matter."

She turned to the flowers again. She was afraid to be distracted by the beauty of the Goddess in front of her, she didn't want to cause herself any embarrassment.

"What would you like to talk about? I can't imagine what a Goddess of life could want with a Goddess of death." She glanced at the redhead out of the corner of her eye. "If it's to know how to bring someone back to the world of the living, I'm afraid there's no way to do such a thing."

The red-haired one didn’t answer, and she knew she never had a chance. That she should never have had hope. You must hate her, just as everyone else despised her.

"What’s your favorite animal?"

What?

"I imagine there aren’t many in the underworld, but there must be some animal that pleases you."

Maybe she was really going crazy. No one from Olympus had ever asked her anything personal, she was certainly hearing things. But the you looked at her, waiting for her answer, while slowly sitting down next to her.

Turning her head away in embarrassment, she replied, “I like sea animals. I’ve never actually seen the sea, so I find them fascinating. But I don’t have any specific ones. There aren’t many books on the subject at home, and I don’t want to have favorites before I have more knowledge about the area.” When she looked at the you again, you had a big smile on your face. “And yours? I mean, if you have one. I don’t think the Goddess of Fauna has a favorite animal.” You laughed, scooting closer and leaning in to say something in her ear.

"Don't let the others hear." You looked at the swallow, who was watching the two of you curiously. "But I have a soft spot when it comes to beavers. They are so adorable."

The two Goddesses laughed, falling into a comfortable silence, watching the bird try to pick up one of the carnations from the flowerbed in its beak.

"Jimin." She smiled back. It was a strange act, she wasn't used to it, but it wasn't undesirable. "Maybe we should go back." She looked at the entrance to the garden, hearing some of the other Gods, who must have been returning to the meeting hall. "We can finish the conversation another time." She stood up, extending her hand to help the redhead, you, to her feet.

"Y/N." You extended your hand, giving her the sweetest and most sincere smile she had ever received in her entire existence.

"There will be another time? Yes." She heard you whisper excitedly, containing her laughter.

"Yes, at another time." The bird took flight, taking with it two carnation flowers. "It really must be time to go back."

The two of you exchanged one last smile, starting your way back to the boring meeting room.

But maybe it wouldn't be so boring anymore. Maybe she would accompany her father to Olympus more often. And maybe she would be able to wish. Maybe she would be able to admire her hope outside of her memories.

And maybe, just maybe, she would start to understand the mysterious beauty of spring.

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paradisedumpling · 4 months ago

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Secret Love

TROPE: idol!sakura x idol!reader; secret relationship; set during unforgiven era

CONTENT WARNING: implications of homophobia but nothing explicit; minor themes of anxiety; minor suggestive themes

SYNOPSIS: where the other members don't know you're dating and the little moments you and Sakura share in the rare moments you get to be alone together

A/N: hi! if you feel like you've seen this before, you probably have. this is a repost from my old blog, enjoy!

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Sakura quietly hummed to herself as she made breakfast for her and the other members.

The sun had risen a few hours ago, but the grey clouds outside blocking the sunlight made it look like it was just a little after six in the morning, even though it must've past nine by now.

The woman scrambled the eggs in the pan with skill, enjoying the quietness in the house. Even though it was considerably late for their usual morning schedules, everyone was still sleeping. The day prior they had had a very late schedule and had gotten home a bit after two in the morning, so their manager allowed them to stay home and sleep-in during the morning. Their first schedule of the day was just after three in the evening, so it was okay.

Sakura was too lost in her thoughts to hear the light feet padding towards the kitchen, getting startled when two arms sneaked around her torso suddenly. Only relaxing when a soft deep morning voice spoke in japanese on her right ear.

"Morning, Kkura." The older woman turned her face to the side to look at a sleepy Y/N, quickly looking around the kitchen before turning back to the other girl and giving her a quick peck on her lips, a smile growing on both of their faces.

"Morning, darling." You snuggled your face in her neck as she went back to cooking, not wanting to burn the eggs. "Did you see if any of the others were awake yet?"

It was common for you two to speak japanese when you were alone, much like it was for when either of you were with Kazuha or the three of you were together. Even if you weren't japanese like the other two, you spoke fluently and always wanted to make sure they felt included and had the warmness of the familiarity of their mother language.

"Didn't see." You mumbled, voice coming out muffled but she heard you loud and clear throughout the quietness of the house. She only hummed in response, enjoying the warm your body provided her.

It was uncommon for the house to be this quiet, all of you being usually very loud people when together, so the both of you were enjoying it. It was also becoming quite uncommon for the two of you to be alone together, your group's schedule getting busier and busier as Summer approached.

Even if Sakura wanted to turn off the stove and turn around in your arms to kiss you deeply, she knew she couldn't. For one, you seemed very tired. And she knew she wouldn't hear if anyone came into the kitchen, seen as she didn't hear you earlier. She couldn't risk you two getting caught.

You see, the girls didn't knew the two of you were dating. It wasn't because you were afraid they wouldn't approve of your relationship, far from that. Eunchae was probably the only straight one in the group and all of you knew about the situationship between Chaewon, Yunjin and Kazuha. But the two of you were official, and they weren't. You didn't want to risk the group if you two got too comfortable around others and ended up getting caught. Besides, you and Sakura enjoyed the solitude that was not being teased by your friends for being the group's couple. If you all already teased the trio, you couldn't imagine how it would be with the two of you.

With those thoughts in mind, Sakura simply rested her free hand on top of yours on her stomach, quietly watching the water boil in the kettle as she carefully prepared the mugs with her other hand.

"Ooh. Did you make breakfast for us, unnie?" The older woman nodded as she turned to look at Chaewon, who seemed more tired than you were, still quietly snuggled on her neck. "Thanks." She gave Sakura a smile, passing the two of you to fetch herself a cup of water.

"I'll be serving everything at the table as soon as the coffee is ready." Chaewon nodded, not sparing a glance at the two of you. Sakura didn't move either. It wasn't unusual for all of you to share PDA with each other. And even if the japanese woman was the most reserved with it in front of the cameras, she was never one to refuse any of her members affection. Besides, Chaewon knew how cuddly you got when you were sleepy.

And thinking of it now, as Sakura looked down at you and how you didn't greet your leader like you normally would, she thought you probably fell asleep holding her. Cute.

"Is she napping standing up?" Chaewon asked as she noticed Sakura staring at you adoringly, coming to rest a hand on your back. "Bunny?" You didn't respond. The two woman shared a look before looking back at you with fondness. "Y/N. Wake up." Chaewon lightly shook you and Sakura could feel your arms tense around her before you lifted your head, looking between the two with a confused sleepy face.

"Unnie?" You look at Chaewon, blinking your eyes slowly as you came to your senses. "I wasn't sleeping I swear." But the yawn you let out at the end of the sentence gave away how tired you were.

"Come on to the couch. Let Kkura unnie finish cooking." The small woman sneaked her arms around your shoulders as she pulled you away from Sakura and into her embrace, while another yawn left your mouth as you rubbed your eyes tiredly.

Sakura watched with a small smile on her face as your leader slowly lead you to the living room, sitting down with you and pulling you to lay on top of her. You were like a little sister to Chaewon and Sakura loved watching her best friend take care of you. It reminded her of her brother, and it filled her heart with a warm feeling.

Sighing content, the japanese woman turned around to pour the hot water into the coffee machine and turn off the stove, getting herself mentally ready to go wake the others up and have the house filled with loud noise for the rest of the day.

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"It wasn't me! I swear it wasn't me!" Sakura watched with small giggles as Eunchae yelled defensively at you and Kazuha. The three of you were sitting on a blanket on the floor, playing some game on your phones she wasn't sure she played before. At least if she did, it didn't end up as chaotic as your match was. "I wasn't even there!"

"If the impostor turns out to be you Hong Eunchae, I swear you won't see your teddy bear for a week after this." You threatened, face slightly red with anger. Eunchae looked at you mortified. She loved her teddy bear and slept with it everyday.

As far as Sakura understood from your yells, you and Kazuha had died and Eunchae was the only of the three of you alive, had convenently not seen Kazuha die even though they were in the same room.

"Ah, these kids..." Chaewon let out a loud sigh as she flopped down beside Sakura on the couch. "Yah! Stop yelling so loud!" The three maknaes looked at the leader and gave her an apologetic smile, before turning to their phones with concentration faces. "Everyday I feel bad for Eunbi unnie more and more." Sakura let out a loud laugh at that, nodding her head.

"It's rough taking care of them, isn't it?" Sakura asked, even though she already knew the answer.

The two older girls remained silently watching the three maknaes playing on the floor, eventually being joined by Yunjin as the american laughed and took photos of the trio.

"You're up in ten!" Their manager said as he opened the door to the waiting room, peaking his head inside to call for the six of you.

"Alright kids, get up." Chaewon ordered and you, Kazuha and Eunchae quickly got up, checking up with your stylish and make-up artists if everything was okay before the six of you got out of the waiting room.

Sakura slowed down her steps when she noticed you quietly falling behind the group to be alone, Eunchae had gone to bicker with Chaewon and Kazuha talk with Yunjin. Your girlfriend knew you were very confident on stage and she would never admit it out loud be she'd watch your fancams daily. Your stage presence was amazing and she'd always blush watching them.

Still, she knew how nervous you got at the first stage of your comebacks. So she silently walked by your side, slipping her hand onto yours and squeezing lightly.

"I'm okay." You told her. You knew she knew you were nervous, and if she didn't she definitely could feel it with your sweaty hands, but you still didn't want her to be nervous because of you.

"Love." She lowered her voice as she spoke in japanese to you, keeping an eye on Kazuha so she wouldn't accidentally hear anything she wasn't supposed to. "Everything will be fine, we all worked hard. Specially you."

"I know." Your voice was shaky and she wished she could do more than just hold your hand and whisper in your ear. But there were too many people around and too little time to work with.

She felt your body tense beside her when you all approached the stage entrance and she took the new dark environment to pull you to the side and away from the other members.

Sakura held your face and looked into your eyes, slowly and deeply breathing as you unconsciously copied her. "You'll do great, baby. You've practiced hard and this is your territory. You're gonna get into that stage and make everyone scream in excitement." She caressed your cheek, smiling when you nodded. "I love you." She let go of your face to hug you, squeezing your body before quickly pulling away and taking your hand to lead you back towards the girls and the staff.

The japanese woman kept a close eye on you until the moment UNFORGIVEN started to play and your entire demeanor changed, the nerves quickly fading away as you sang and danced, being immersed in your zone. Sakura was sure that was going to become one of her favorite fancams as soon as it gets out.

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Sakura walked the halls of the HYBE building in silence, a small smile plastering her face. Today you were all given the day off, due to the storm outside that had been going on since the early morning. You only had schedules outside today so it had all to be rescheduled, but of course Sakura didn't mind.

With the newfound free time, she had spend the entire morning and most of her evening playing videogames on the computers at the company building, not bothering to check her phone once as she knew if she was needed they'd call her instead of text.

But when she did get tired of gaming and decided to see what the others were doing during their day and text her manager to drive her to the dorm, she felt excitement fill her body and she didn't even opened her manager's chat after checking on the Le Sserafim's non-business group chat.

Eunchae had gone to her parents house. Chaewon, Yunjin and Kazuha were home. And you were at the company practicing. Honestly, Sakura felt a bit sad for not checking her phone sooner because that meant she could've spent more time alone with you. But she was still happy that you both still had a few hours before you had to go home. Still, she didn't rush to the practice room.

Now that she was out of the computer room she noticed that there wasn't many people in the building, all probably also having their schedules cancelled for the day. Even with her being deep into the building, she could still clearly hear the heavy rain with occasional thunder outside. And less people in the HYBE building meant it was less likely for someone to come knocking in your practice room and interrupt you two. So Sakura took her time walking in the halls in hopes of seeing any potential interruptor to keep in her mind.

Once she finally reached the practice room, her smile grew bigger as she heard music coming from inside. The woman opened the door and rushed inside, before quietly shutting it as not to disturb you.

When she turned around, she saw you by the corner, empty water bottle in hand as you monitored the routine you had just finished on your phone screen. Sakura quietly giggled to herself as she silently approached you, hugging you from behind and laughing when you jumped in surprise.

"Unnie!" You squealed, looking over your shoulder at your girlfriend's playful face. "You scared me!"

"I know." She mutered, looking down at the pout on your lips. "You know.... No one's around...."

"Hm..." You hummed, turning around in her arms and pulling her closer, knowing where she was going with that, your routine already forgotten in your head. "I'm sweaty though."

"You know I don't care..." Sakura was still looking at your lips as she slowly guided you to the wall, smirking to herself when your back hit the wall. "I missed you." You smiled and was about to respond when her lips crashed on yours.

You both sighed as your mouths moved together, her hands wrapping around your shoulders as you pulled her by the hips. You felt her hands tugging your hair and you whimpered. Sakura took that opportunity to slip her tongue inside your mouth and press you into the wall with your body.

Sakura's hands traveled down to your back, slipping past your shirt and caressing your skin, making you shiver. Her mouth left your lips and she started kissing down your jaw, making you let out soft noises.

Sakura was about to kiss your neck when a loud noise resonated in the practice room, the sound of 'Impurities' breaking the two of you apart with a loud groan from the japanese woman.

"What does she want?" You put a hand on your mouth to hide your laugh and your red face when Sakura reluctantly pulled away to grab her phone on her back pocket and bring it to her ear. "Yes, Chaewon?"

You took the opportunity to walk around the practice room and gather your things. Wether Chaewon was calling to get you two home or not, you were sure you weren't going to practice after this. Even if only Sakura had to leave, your mind wouldn't be able to focus on dancing for a while.

"Oh, really? Okay, okay. We'll be home soon." You turned to look at your girlfriend when she referred to the both of you. You had a small pout on your face, sad that you and Sakura didn't get much time together. "Yeah, I'm with her. I just got here." She looked at you, giving you a small smile. "Do I bring dinner? No? You sure? Oh, nice. Okay. Bye-bye!"

"So I guess we are going home?" You asked when the call ended, slouching in defeat as Sakura walked towards you.

"There's a bad thunderstorm coming, it isn't safe to go home later." Your mouth opened in a small 'o', shoulders straightening as you now understood why your time with Sakura was cut short. You were glad Chaewon called.

"We should get going then!" You squealed, turning around to walk to the door, now very much aware of the sound of heavy rain outside. If you could hear it from inside the practice room, then it was bad. And you were just a tiny bit scared.

"I can't believe my girlfriend is afraid of storms." Sakura giggled, pulling you back just to take a hold of your hand and walk with you.

"I don't–"

"Don't worry, darling. Your strong girlfriend will protect you." Your face turned bright red at Sakura's teasing. You let out a loud squeal when she grabbed your face to give you a hard kiss before opening the door and leading you two out to the corridors. You were too dazed to even notice your surroundings. Sakura laughed loudly at your face. "I love you so much, baby."

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Sakura and Chaewon opened the door while chatting loudly, laughing at each other. The two of them had just gotten back home from an outting with a few of the Iz*one members. It was Friday and they both had the weekend off, but since they had planned to go to the beach with the rest of the Le Sserafim members tomorrow they got back home before midnight. It must've been just past ten. But they were in a good and light mood and we're planning on drinking home for the rest of the night.

"I think we have some wine." Chaewon had a big smile on her face, happy with how her night went.

"Where's the others? It's quiet." Sakura said, sitting on the table, but intently watching Chaewon take the wine bottle from the fridge. "Should I call Yunjin?"

"Yes! See if Zuha and Bunny are awake too then all of us can–"

"You're home!" They both turned to look at Yunjin at the entrance of the kitchen. The two older woman noticed how the american looked tired and how her hair was messy, but with their light mood they simply thought it was just their busy schedule catching up to Yunjin after she finally had time to rest.

"Hey Jen, you want wine?" Chaewon asked with a big smile, raising the bottle in her hands a little.

But Yunjin shook her head, confusing the two woman. Specially Chaewon. "You didn't read my texts, did you?" She let out a sight and closed her eyes, knowing they didn't even check their phones since they left their house. Otherwise, she knew they wouldn't be inviting her to drink.

"Where's the maknaes?" Chaewon asked carefully, now fully taking notice of Sakura's statement that the house was quiet.

"Hopefully sleeping." Yunjin opened her eyes, looking between Chaewon and Sakura as they looked at her apprehensively. "Kazuha and Y/N have a fever. Eunchae's feeling sore and she's warm, but not feverish yet." Chaewon and Sakura's eyes widened in shock, the wine bottle being carefully placed on the counter as Chaewon processed Yunjin's words. "I've already had them take a cold bath, gave them medicine, which we have to buy more by the way, and made them soup from a recipe my mom sent me." Yunjin smiled reassuringly at them, seeing the worry in their eyes growing with each word she said. "I rearranged Zuha's bed so I could put her mattress on the floor and grabbed mine and Manchae's mattresses so they could all sleep together in there. They've been clingy and whiney." Yunjin rolled her eyes at her last phrase, but she had a playful smile on her lips. "It was also easier to keep an eye on them if they were all together." The american let out another sight. "Anyways, after they ate some soup I put them to sleep. Like, twenty minutes ago I think. So they're hopefully sleeping already."

Chaewon and Sakura slowly nodded at Yunjin's words, their minds running many thoughts, guilt setting into their cores for not being home earlier.

"Hey, they're okay for now. I took good care of our maknaes!" Yunjin had a proud smile, pointing to herself. Sakura let out a nasal laugh at that, a small grin appearing on Chaewon's lips. They were feeling less worried now, although still guilt. "I kinda made a mess running around so don't mind it." Yunjin giggled awkwardly, rubbing her neck and looking away. "I cleaned the kitchen and the bathroom already though."

"Thanks for taking care of them, Yunjin." Chaewon finally walked towards the other woman, putting a hand on her shoulders. "How about you? Are you feeling any sore?" Chaewon put her hand on Yunjin's forehead to check her temperature, making the taller one laugh.

"I'm okay Chaechae, don't worry." Sakura looked at the two of them with a fond smile, her lips slowly dropping when she remembered her own lover.

Her girlfriend was sick. You were rarely sick. Sakura probably has never seen you sick before, only heard stories here and there. Still, it was common sense that you had a good immune system and barely ever felt unwell. But right now you were sick. Very sick at that. And Sakura didn't knew.

She knew you probably wouldn't have told her regardless of Yunjin being here or not and choosen to suffer until she got back because you wouldn't want the older woman to miss her outting because of you. But she can't help but feel like you would be wishing for her and she wasn't there to comfort you.

"Kkura?" Sakura blinked startled when a hand gently shook her shoulder.

"Sorry, I was just thinking." She looked at Chaewon's understanding eyes and felt her heart get a bit calm. Only her best friend's presence already did a lot to calm her down. "What was it?"

"I told Yunjin to go take a shower while we go check on the girls." Sakura nodded, following Chaewon to Kazuha's room, where they found the three youngest girls curled up on the mattresses on the floor.

"I wonder what happened." Sakura whispered, crouching down at your head and gently brushing the sticky hair out of your forehead, checking your temperature in the process. Still warm. "For them to get sick at the same time, I mean." She didn't need to look at Chaewon to know she had a questioning look on her face.

Instead, she kept looking at her girlfriend. Your face was contorted into a uncomfortable expression, but otherwise you seemed to be sleeping peacefully.

"They've been together a lot these past days." Sakura nodded, gently caressing your hair. She smiled when your face muscles relaxed. "Probably caught something when Eunchae took them to make friends." They both had to suppress a laugh when the mentioned girl moved, not wanting to wake any of you up.

It was fun how you and Kazuha were satisfied with only having them as friends but Eunchae was determined to have you two make a least a couple more of friends.

"At least they got sick when we had the day off–"

"Unnie?" They both stopped talking and moving when they heard a raspy voice, Sakura looking at your confused face as you tiredly rubbed your eyes. "Hmm... Kuku is that you?" Sakura smiled at the nickname you only called her when it was only the two of you together, glancing at Chaewon by the corner of her eyes.

"Yeah. Me and Chaewon." You only hummed, sighing as you turned around to look at the two older woman better, Chaewon walking to be besides Sakura by your head.

"Hi unnies." You smiled at then, wincing and closing your eyes as you did so.

"You okay, Bunny?" Chaewon put her hand on your forehead to check on your temperature.

"Yeah. Headache." You yawned, leaning on Chaewon's warm hand. "Was the outting good?" You asked with a voice heavy with sleep, eyes fluttering close again.

"It was." Chaewon spoke in a soft voice, looking at you with adoration and worry. "You should go back to sleep, Bun."

"Thirsty."

Chaewon giggled. "I'll go get it for you." You nodded.

Sakura watched Chaewon leave attentively before she turned back to you, sighing. "I guess we aren't going to the beach anymore then."

"Just cuz we'd share a room." You mumbled in frustration, snuggling up on Sakura's hand as she caressed your cheek.

Your girlfriend stared down at you with amusement. You were feeling miserable, yet the only thing you could think of was her. It made her heart warm with love, although she was still concerned about you. It was rare that you got sick, specially this sick. But she felt loved knowing she was on your mind even in moments like this.

"If you and Zuha get better just enough to travel and Eunchae doesn't get worse by tomorrow then we can still go. We were planning on staying the night there anyways." Your excitement little smile made a big one appear on Sakura's lips.

"I'd like that." You opened your eyes and looked up at your girlfriend. "I think I need cuddles to get better." Sakura put a hand on her mouth so she wouldn't laugh at your words. "I'm serious, Kuku."

"I'm sure you are." You shared fond stares before being interrupted by the door opening, Chaewon coming inside with a glass of water and Yunjin followed.

"Hey, babygirl. Are you feeling better?" Yunjin asked you with a sweet voice, attentively watching Sakura help you sit up just enough to drink the water Chaewon was handing you.

"Too soon to tell." You mumbled, sighing in content as the cold water soothed your sore throat.

"I told her that we might still go tomorrow if she and Zuha are feeling better." Sakura told the other two, receiving nodding approval. All of you were needing a vacation, and even with you and the other maknaes sick, you could get some healing time at the beach.

"Well, you better rest well then." Chaewon said, grabbing Yunjin's hand. "I'll take this one to rest. You take her cup to the kitchen, unnie?" Sakura nodded, silently watching the two girls leave the room.

"You should rest too, baby." Sakura whispered to her girlfriend, silently giggling as you already had your eyes closed, grip weak on the water cup.

Sakura grabbed the cup, guiding the you to lay down. She pressed her lips to your forehead, covering you with your discarded blankets.

"Goodnight, my love."

With fondness in her eyes, Sakura left the room wishing she could cuddle her girlfriend like you wanted her too. But at the end of the day, she would cherish your soft and peaceful moments until the day the girls find out you two are dating.

"Night-night, Kuku..."

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paradisedumpling · 4 months ago

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Valentine's Carnival

TROPE: girlfriend!minji x girlfriend!reader; valentine's day special

CONTENT WARNING: fear of rollercoastes; otherwise this is all fluff

SYNOPSIS: a little valentine's double date with your girlfriend and friends

A/N: hi! if you feel like you've seen this before, you probably have. this is a repost from my old blog, enjoy!

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You silently watched from afar as Hanni tried to win a plushie for Danielle on a shooting booth in the festival you guys were. The problem is, she has terrible aim and is missing all the shots. But she's determined to win a plushie for her girlfriend no matter what. That must probably be her fourth time trying. Danielle had tried getting her to stop spending so much money on that booth and go to another easier one, but Hanni was set on getting a big plushie for Danielle.

"I'm back, baby!" A voice suddenly speaking at your side made you turn away from the sight of your friend's struggle. "They didn't have the all sausage ones so I just got us a mozzarella cheese one and a mixed one, hope you don't mind." You smiled gratefully as Minji handed you a corn dog and a red slushie you assumed was strawberry because she knows it's your favorite. "Is she still going at that?" She asked looking away from you and you once again turned your attention to Hanni, who was once again paying for another round. "She's gonna waste all of her money on that and I'm not lending her money this time." You giggled and turned to look at your girlfriend as she took a bite of her food.

You, Minji, Hanni and Danielle were on a double date at a festival your city's biggest university was throwing for Valentine's Day. You had gotten there a few hours ago, enjoying the rides and booths before you and Minji got hungry, deciding to buy something for the two of you while you four rested a bit. And while Minji went to grab your food and you waited for her, Hanni got sight of a big plushie she knew Danielle would love and dragged her girlfriend there in promise of gaining her a plushie with her 'skills'.

"Should we go help?" You asked, bitting down on your own corn dog and humming at the tasty flavor. "This is like her fifth round now." Minji winced at the new information.

"We probably should. There's still a few hours until the end of the festival and many places I wanna go." You nodded and you two slowly made your way towards your friends, standing by Danielle's side as the three of you watched the concentration and frustration on Hanni's face.

"Please get her to drop this after this turn." Danielle whispered to you two, clutching Hanni's wallet on her hands in slight fear of her girlfriend spending all of her money on that booth.

"Oh, come on!" Hanni groaned frustrated as she missed again. "This thing is all wrong." She mutered under her breathe, closing one eye to aim and prepare to shoot again.

"Hanni–"

"Don't distract me, Minji." You could only hopelessly watch as Hanni missed the target, groaning loudly when she saw her munition had ended and she didn't get the plushie she wanted.

"Come on, Hanni. Let's go somewhere else." Danielle nervously pleaded, trying to drag the girl away from the booth.

It took Minji chomping down her food quickly and practically dragging Hanni away from there on her shoulders to stop the vietnamese to spend her money yet again on that booth. But once you finally got far enough from there, Hanni got distracted with a small rollercoaster you hadn't tried on yet.

"I'm not going." You told Minji before she even had a chance to turn to you with her bear cub eyes, wiping your already sweaty hands on your clothes as the screams of the people riding the rollercoaster made your heart drop.

"Come on, baby!" Minji took one of your hands and held tightly, gently coaxing you to follow after your two friends that were already on their way to the waiting line. "You're going to be okay." She whispered in your ears, bringing you in a comforting hug as you took deep breaths to calm yourself down.

"If I die my inheritance will goes to our son." You mumbled on her shoulders, the genuine laugh she let out making you relax further.

"You won't die but your insistence on calling your dog our son is lovely, baby." You pulled back with a gasp, playfully slapping her shoulders and looking back to your friends to motion to Minji with incredulity, Danielle and Hanni's faces matching your bewildered expression. "What? He's a dog!"

"He's our son! You were there when he was born!" You clutched your chest with fake hurt, momentarily distracted as you barely noticed the line moving and the four of you getting closer and closer to your turn on the ride.

"We didn't even know each other when you got him–"

"Nonsense!" You waved your hands around to shush her. You were about to speak again when a worker called for the next people in line and you froze, holding Minji's arm so hard you were worried she might get hurt. "Baby, please I love you so much don't do this to me–"

"Let's go, girls!" Danielle's excited yell cut your desperate ramble, and you found yourself feeling hopeless as Minji dragged you to sit on the rocket shaped cars.

"This is so cool!" You heard Hanni say, watching as she gave a quick peck to Danielle's cheek as the couple was sitting in front of you and your girlfriend.

"It's just a little roller coaster, baby." Minji held your chin, gently moving your face to look at her and giggling at your fear filled eyes. "But don't worry, just hold on tight, I'll protect you."

"Don't pull an aespa on me, Min." You yelped as the train began moving, bringing you further and further away from safety. "But thank you, I love you."

"I love you too, honey." She wrapped one arm around your shoulders, holding one of your hands with the other as you began ascending for the drop.

Danielle already had both hands up, screaming even if you hadn't reached the drop yet. Hanni was looking between her girlfriend and you and Minji with a playful smile, but the grip she had on the safety bars gave away the fear she was beginning to feel. And although you couldn't see Minji's face, her tight and warm embrace gave you enough comfort to still kept your eyes open.

But that was until you reached the highest point, the cars wheels creaking as they slowed down. There was a slight millisecond were you felt weightless and numb as you dropped down, until everything hit you as the train quickly picked speed and you were suddenly zooming on the roller coaster route.

"MINJI!!" The scream left your mouth at the same time your girlfriend's joyful laughs did, and all you could do was cling to her body for dear life.

The rest of the ride was spent with you with your eyes shut tight and Minji alternating between laughing by herself and telling you comforting words.

The moment you left the roller coaster though, you shoved most of the money you had on your wallet on Hanni's hand and ushered your friends to the first prized booth that had big plushies. "Win something for Dani and leave me away from any of those things for rest of the night please." You gave both of them an encouraging smile, before turning around with Minji's hand still tightly held onto yours. "Okay, love you two, bye!"

"I wanted to get you some plushie with that money too." You kissed the pout away from Minji's lips, pulling her aside to a slight emptier space to wrap your hands around her shoulders and lean closer.

"You know you don't need to, baby love." You whispered against her lips, pecking them again and again until she began giggling.

"It's valentine's day, though." She mumbled, more playful than anything, pulling you closer by the waist. "You deserve it."

"You got me three bouquets today, Min. I think it's quite alright if I don't get a plushie." The proud smirk she gave you prompted you to kiss her again, humming satisfied against her lips. "Besides, our anniversary is in a few months. You can get me one for it."

"I still want to give you something special to end the day, though." Your girlfriend gave you one last kiss before guiding you to your last destination, smiling brightly as she turned to you. "Can't end the day without going to the ferris wheel."

"You're so cheesy." You giggled, pressing a quick kiss on her cheek. "That's why I love you."

Contrary to the roller coaster just minutes before, the ascend of the ferris wheel was calmer and didn't terrify you like the other ride. It was quite beautiful too.

The view you had of the campus lights brought the peace you needed as you dropped your head on Minji's shoulder. The carnival bellow you became nothing but a far buzz of colors and happy conversations you couldn't understand, somehow serving as white noise as your body comfortably melted against your girlfriend's.

"Happy Valentines day, Minji."

"Happy Valentines day, baby."

A long hug, a deep kiss, and a quick photo to register the gorgeous scenery sealed a promise to an ever lasting love you shared with your girlfriend Minji, marking this one of many Valentine Days full of love to come in your lives.

When you finally left the carnival, was sharing a heart shaped cottin candy with Minji as you both watched your friends love and happiness in front of you, Danielle carrying a big dog plushie Hanni finally won for her girlfriend. Valentines day is full of gift sharing, but it's core will always be sharing love with the ones you loved. And at that moment, you couldn't feel anything else but the overwhelming love surrounding you.

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paradisedumpling · 4 months ago

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Winner's Prize

TROPE: basketball player!danielle x cheerleader!reader; fluff

CONTENT WARNING: minor swearing; minor shows of insecurity

SYNOPSIS: perhaps a match will make your confusing relationship with your best friend finally become something more

A/N: hi! if you feel like you've seen this before, you probably have. this is a repost from my old blog, enjoy!

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Another loud squeak resonated in the court, the ball being passed to another player as the viewers watched intently. Danielle dribbled past a player from the other team, getting closer to the hoop.

You gripped the pompoms in your hands as you held your breath in anticipation and anxiety. The tension in the air was thick. There was only two minutes remaining for the game to end and if you win, you'd go to nationals.

Danielle passed the ball to Hanni, that ran past through a few players with agility. You bit your lower lip and leaned closer to the court as the girl was cornered. But your team was skilled, and with Hanni's agility she managed to toss the ball back to Danielle.

There were only seventeen seconds left. You could feel the sweat dripping down your back and your forehead. Your eyes were starting to sting from not blinking for too long but you couldn't blink right now.

Danielle jumped. If felt like the world was in slow motion. She threw the ball towards the hoop. It hit the backboard, falling towards the rim. It spinned once. Twice. A third time. And then it fell into the net, scoring the point. You were going to nationals.

You and the rest of the cheer team immediately enrupted in screams, chanting loudly as the band began playing in celebration.

You watched with pride as the basketball team jumped on Danielle and Hanni in a huge and messy embrace.

"We're going to nationals!" You felt someone pull you into a tight hug, laughing in Hyein's arms as you celebrated together.

"We won!" Minji joined your hug, the three of you swaying from side to side in pure happiness. "We're going to nationals guys!"

"We are!" You squealed, pulling away as the rest of the cheerleaders team came to embrace the three of you.

"Minji!" You watched with a muffled laugh as Minji ran towards her girlfriend Haerin, that was also a part of the basketball team. They met in a hug, Haerin pulling Minji into an excited kiss.

That made your mind turn towards a certain australian titular. Your eyes wandered through the court until they found Danielle. She was jumping and hugging a few of her fellow teammates, Hanni's arm lazily thrown over her shoulders as she was turned to the side, talking to some friends she had on the losers team.

Your smile grew bigger as you let go of Hyein and ran further into the court, dodging players and families as they celebrated the win. "Dani!" Her head immediately whipped as you shouted her name, her smile reaching her eyes as she spotted your figure running towards her.

She let go of Hanni and opened her arms for you, catching you with ease as you jumped into them, wrapping your legs around her middle. She hugged you tight, spinning the two of you around as a joyous laugh erupted from her throat.

"You won, Dani! We are going to nationals! You're amazing!" You had your own big smile as you looked down at her, face unconsciously leaning closer as your noses brushed.

You were both sweaty and tired from a long game, but none of that mattered as Danielle kept a firm hold of you, the loud noise around you two becoming muffled the more you stared at each others eyes.

"We won, sugar. You know we wouldn't be as strong as we are without the cheer squad." Danielle giggled as your flushed face became redder at her confession. It was something she always said, but it never failed to make you blush and she loved it. "No matter how tired I am, everytime I hear your voice shouting my name and encouraging words I gain so much strength I feel like nothing can stop me." You giggled embarrassed, wrapping your arms tighter around her neck as you rested your forehead against hers and closed your eyes.

"BITCH, WE ARE GOING TO NATIONALS!" You were both pulled out of your own little world by the loud scream coming from Hanni at your side.

You and Danielle laughed at the girl, cheering as the australian carefully let you down, arms never leaving your torso as she pulled you close to shield you from the growing crowd around you.

"WE ARE GOING TO NATIONALS HANNI!" You screamed back with excitement, taking one of your arms from Danielle's neck to hold one of Hanni's hand as you two squealed and jumped. Danielle was quick to join your energy as you three embraced each other.

"Unnies!" You felt another body hit you, not needing to look as Hyein, Minji and Haerin joined your hug, their familiar excited yells being enough for you to know who it was.

"My mom said dinner's on her today!" Minji announced, making you guys cheer louder, jumping together in happiness at the news.

"Dani! Hanni! Haerin! Come take the group picture!" Yujin, the basketball team captain, yelled at the trio, hushing them with her hands.

Danielle reluctantly let go of you, looking at you for a few seconds and receiving a huge smile from you, running off with the other two towards the middle of the court.

"Come on, we have ours to take too." Minji tugged at your hand, urging you and Hyein to where the rest of the cheer team was.

As the rival team greeted each other one last time and took photos for the school's magazine, the court slowly began filling out as parents and students went home with happy and satisfied grins on their faces.

You couldn't help but let your eyes wonder to Danielle throughout all of the pictures and greetings, being dragged around the court but never failing to find the basketball player no matter where you were.

It wasn't a secret to any of your friends that you had a crush on the Australian girl. And if you were honest, you were also very aware of the tension between the two of you. You both had even won 'Best Couple in Campus' two years in a roll without actually being a couple.

Perhaps you two were too shy to confess, or too scared to not work out and ruin your friendship of many years. You just wished you wouldn't finish high school without exploring what could become of your weird situationship with Danielle.

"Just go talk to her already." Minji's annoyed voice startled you from your thoughts, stumbling to the side a little as she playfully shoved you. "I heard Jinsol from the team we went against today was trying to get her number." You knew she was only trying to tease you, but as you looked over once again to the basketball team, you saw Danielle cheerfully speaking to a few athletes from the rival team and you couldn't help the pang of jealousy in your chest. "Don't forget we are leaving with my mom today!"

Minji's words barely registered in your brain as your feet moved on their own accord, taking you in the direction of the loud and tall basketball players. You thought about going back to your team and ignore your feelings, but when you realized what you were doing Danielle was only mere meters from you and your eyes meet like they always did.

"Sugar!" She pulled you to her arms, locking her hands around your waist and unconsciously smoothing your skirt down, finally placing her chin on your shoulder as she stared up at you with a bright smile. "Are we going already?"

"Only in a few." You couldn't help but smile at her, relaxing in her arms and momentarily forgetting the reason you were here in the first place. Then, someone cleared their throats and you turned to see two tall girls looking at you two curiously. "Oh! I'm so sorry!" You bowed lightly, Danielle's hands still firmly holding your waist. "I'm Y/N, from the cheer squad."

"Bae Jinsol." A girl with a ponytail and an imposing figure greeted you with a tight smile. You couldn't help but straighten your posture, not failing to notice the way her eyes landed on Danielle's hands on your hips.

"Seol Yoona." The girl beside her, someone you were actually familiar with, waved at you with a smaller, but kinder smile. "You're Yuna sunbaenim's cousin, right? I think I've seen you around her birthday parties."

"Yes, I am." You replied timidly, nodding at her.

"Can't believe we almost lost our sugarplum to your school." Danielle pouted at your shoulder, hugging you tighter as she looked at the other two basketball players. "Don't tell your coach, but she's my lucky charm. I'd never be able to win without her cheering for me!"

"Dani!" You squealed, turning on her arms to face her with bright cheeks. "Don't say that! Your hardwork is the reason you win."

"But that's just not true!" She pouted, bringing a hand to your cheek and bringing your faces closer. You gripped her jersey, staring intently in the sun of her eyes. "You know–"

"So, do you have a girlfriend Danielle?" Jinsol's voice made the girl pull back a little, looking at the other athlete with a confused smile. Suddenly, you were reminded of the reason you were there in the first place. "You are really pretty, it's a wonder if you're still single."

"That's none of your–" Before your jealousy spilled out of tongue with a bittersweet dismiss, Danielle's bright voice beat you to it.

"Fortunately, I do!" Your body went stiff on her hold, chest hurting with a new feeling. You didn't know Danielle had a girlfriend. Were you too late? Did she not trust you enough to tell you that? Was the girl better than you– "She's my lucky charm for a reason." The kiss on your cheek registered in your brain before Danielle's words did. You turned to her with wide eyes and red cheeks, but she simply stared down at your with a sweet smile, booping your nose.

"Oh... I see..." Jinsol sounded defeated and you couldn't help the prideful smile on your lips as you quickly glanced at her.

"We should go." Yoona cleared her throat, giving you a knowing look. "We'll leave you two love birds to celebrate your win. Let's go, Bae."

You watched them go for a few seconds, before turning to Danielle, her sweet smile still on her lips.

"You have no rights to play with my heart like this, Marsh..." You mumbled, leaning closer as you looped your arms around her neck.

"Who said I'm playing, sugar..." Her hands pulled you even closer by the hip, your breaths mixing as you stared intently at each other's eyes. "I got us to the nationals, princess. I think I deserved my prize." You hummed, gulping as you stared down at her lips.

"And what is that, Dani?" She squeezed your hips, smiling proudly.

"Can I take you on a date tomorrow?" Your eyes snapped upwards, the corners of your lips growing wide as you nodded eagerly. She giggled at you, squealing happily.

"You just want a date as a prize though?" You dared to say, ignoring how your cheeks felt warm at the smirk in her face at your words.

"I can think of something else I want too..." Danielle didn't waste any time as she brought a hand to your cheek and crashed her lips on yours.

The feeling of her soft lips moving against yours felt new but oh so familiar, a slight taste of gatorade still lingering on her lips from the game, but you didn't mind. It felt more enticing, if you were asked.

Still both a bit breathless from the game, you pulled back sooner than you'd liked to, closing your eyes as you rested your forehead on hers. But before any of you could say anything, a loud scream startled you, making you pull apart from each other lightly.

"Damn! Get it, bro!" Hanni came crashing onto you two, hugging you both excitedly as she was quickly joined by the others.

"I thought we'd die and you two wouldn't kiss." Haerin joked, laughing as you gave her an annoyed glare.

"Are you two dating already?!" Hyein clinged to your arm, looking between you and the Australian athlete with excited eyes.

"I haven't bought a ring yet, Hyeinnie. But soon!" You whipped you head to your soon-to-be girlfriend, face red like the ball of her sport.

"Ring?!"

"Welcome to the team!" Minji laughed as she patted your back. "Now, I know you are in love and everything but can we please go home already? I'm hungry and mom's already waiting by the car."

"I'm taking the front passenger's seat!" Hanni yelled, shoving Haerin to the side as the two began running towards the court exit.

"Shall we, baby?" Danielle looked at you, holding her palm you as she waited for your answer.

"I'm starving." You took her hand on your, quickly leaning up to press a quick kiss on her lips before walking out of the court hand-in-hand with her.

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paradisedumpling · 5 months ago

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bich omg omg omg youre alive 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏 im so happy youre alive (and that youre feeling better now ofc) and also im glad youre reposting your works 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

I'm glad to be back!

And hopefully soon-ish everything will be reposted for you guys to enjoy again 😊

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paradisedumpling · 5 months ago

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Everyone's favorite is back on the platform!!

I won't be able to post anything for the next few weeks due to exams so enjoy this little treat y'all!

Like it's the only thing I'll ever do

TROPE: bandmates!au; guitarist!yunjin x bassist!reader

CONTENT WARNING: themes of insecurity; slightly suggestive theme; kinda workaholic behavior; suggestive jokes; red hair yunjin

SYNOPSIS: when a love song leads to a misunderstanding between two bandmates that are unawarely in love with each other, will they be able to fix everything and save not only their friendship but a future romance?

A/N: hi! if you feel like you've seen this before, you probably have. this is a repost from my old blog, enjoy!

THE SERAPHIMS PLAYLIST: adore you - harry styles; sour - the rose; evangeline - stephen sanchez; nauseous - the rose; I hate the way - sofia carson; wonder - the rose; back to me - the rose; ballroom extravaganza - dpr ian; red desert - 5sos

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Your fingers strummed the strings on the body of your bass guitar, a low humming coming from your throat as made up melodies rang in the empty studio.

Nodding your head as you felt satisfied with the melody, your right hand left the strings to write down at the notebook in front of you.

Your eyebrows furrowed together as you erased and changed a few words, writing the lyrics with better rhymes and harmonies.

"You don't have to say you love me. I just wanna tell you something. Lately you've been on my mind..." You softly sang, a smile plaguing your face as you thought about the person the lyrics were about.

"Then say it." You jumped in surprise at the sudden voice, turning around to see your bandmate Chaewon closing the studio door behind her.

"I didn't hear you coming." She laughed at your words, walking towards her keyboard and setting her things at the foot of the instrument. "What do you mean, though?"

She stared at you, an annoyed expression you were well familiar with plastering her face. An expression all of your bandmates were well familiar with. But you only blinked at her, making her shake her head in disapproval at your confusion.

"You should tell Yunjin you like her, you know." You immediately shaked your head disapprovingly, closing your lyrics book as if that would make her end the subject right there. But she kept on talking. "Come on! You keep writing songs about her that are so obvious even our fans are suspecting something! Just tell her already."

"They're suspecting something because they're dissecting the lyrics, it's different." You told her, getting up from the floor. "Besides, Yunjin already likes someone else." You mumbled sadly, sighing as you and Chaewon began preparing the instruments for today's practice. "Half of our last album was all about this girl she likes." You grumbled under your breath, rolling your eyes at all the memories of her singing her songs with a big fond smile during practice and shows. "She spends every hour singing about how she's a thousand degrees in love with this girl and how she's her angel in the doorway and stuff like that!" You rambled, pacing around the room as you momentarily distracted yourself with your jealousy, rolling your eyes every few words as the lyrics of Yunjin's countless love songs passed through your mind. "I don't understand how someone can be so amazing to be such a muse to her and–"

"What did my spare drumsticks do to you?" Kazuha's voice halted you in your steps, making you realize you've been waving her drumsticks around furiously while rambling. You turned to face her, waving awkwardly as you watched the girl and Eunchae fully enter the studio and close the door behind them.

"Sorry, Zuha." You smiled apologetically at the girl, letting her sticks down on her drum seat. "I didn't see you two arriving."

"Clearly." Eunchae's giggles made you sigh, defeated, walking back to your bass as you dreaded what you knew would be coming in a few seconds. "What's with you?"

"Yunjin's unknown crush" Chaewon had a tone in her voice as she answered Eunchae you didn't quite understand, but the newly arriving girls laughter made you embarrassed enough not to bother much, simply wanting their teasing to stop and the last two remaining band members to arrive so you could finally begin practice.

"You should confess, unnie." Eunchae came up to you and laid a hand on your shoulder, her laughter dying down as she gave you a sympathetic smile.

"No, and that's final." You gave her and the other two girls as much of a serious look as you could muster, stopping at Chaewon to point a finger at her to emphasize your words. Then, you shrugged your shoulders, moving to plug your bass on your amplifier as you spoke again. "Besides, I don't want to ruin our friendship and break my heart at the same time, thank you very much."

"Suit yourself." Eunchae patted your back, going to check on her sound table to prepare for today's practice.

You thought that would be the end of it for now, feeling your shoulders tense up a bit at the idea of ever confessing to Yunjin. But Kazuha passed through you and dropped a comment that made you giggle, and it managing to help easy your worries for the moment.

"That would make for a neat album though."

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Scribbling down furiously, you crossed out another verse that would not make it to the final song, tapping the end of your pen on top of the page you are writing in a random rhythm.

So far you only had the pre-chorus and the chorus. And with festival season coming soon, you knew the deadline to produce at least a few new singles for the concerts was approaching rather quickly. But after Chaewon's comment a few days ago, you were afraid to write anything that'd be too obvious and give your feelings away.

You were about to write some new rhymes down when your pen was taken from your fingers, a pair of hands clapping in your line of vision mere seconds after.

"Are you even listening?!" Your keyboardist asked irritatedly as you looked up from your lyrics book to her, catching all of your bandmates and your manager staring at you.

"No, sorry." You smiled apologetically, averting Chaewon's irritated eyes and instead turning your attention to Sakura, suddenly very aware of the burning gaze Yunjin was throwing your way. "What was it, Kkura?"

"We're discussing the setlist for tomorrow." Instead of the japanese girl, who answered your question was the person you didn't want to face.

It wasn't like you didn't like Yunjin's face, far from that. You would stare at her beautiful eyes and rosy lips and cute nose for hours on end if allowed to. But the realization that she caught you distracted writing songs about her made you shy under her gaze, and you didn't wish to embarrass yourself any further in front of your team and the girl you liked.

"What are we not agreeing on about?" You muttered nonchalantly, looking down to busy yourself with closing your lyrics book, tapping the spine mindlessly to try and appeal unbothered.

"I want us to play Nauseous and I Hate the Way." Eunchae chimmed in, sounding rather annoyed, which made you grin amusedly and look up at her. "Kazuha thinks we should play Sour since it's been a while and manager thinks we should play Sour and Wonder instead of my two songs."

"Chaewon and I think we should cover Paramore or Muse." Sakura gave her thoughts, sliding a paper with a few songs from the legendary bands the two girls thought could fight your band.

"It would be a great surprise indeed." You nodded at your manager's words, scanning the paper with a serious expression, thinking.

"What about Yunjin?" You lifted your head to look at the girl after a few seconds, catching her intense brown eyes still on you. The girl flashed you a smile upon seeing you finally give your attention to her, laying her head on her hand as she leaned on the table, not caring that she was blocking Eunchae's and your manager's view of you.

"I'm fine with anything you decide on, pretty girl." Her words struck your heart sharply, making your heartbeat quicken in pace as your cheeks grew hotter. You lightly cleared your throat, forcing yourself to roll your eyes to look unfazed.

Yunjin was always confident and affectionate, it wasn't uncommon for her to disguise compliments as flirtatious comments. And you hated that you loved it so much even though she liked somebody else.

"Well then, Jennifer. I like the idea of the cover and I agree we should play Sour." You gave Yunjin a teasing grin, trying your best to match her energy as you snatched your pen back from Chaewon's hands and began circling a few songs your friends had picked down on the paper. "But since we're approaching summer we should stay with Nauseous, it fits the season more." You glanced around your bandmates to see their opinions, muffling a giggle as Eunchae pulled Yunjin back to look at you better.

Once everyone nodded and began discussing which song you should cover for your next show, you relaxed on your chair and opened your lyrics book again, writing down some verse ideas that popped into your head after the previous interaction with the girl that managed to snatch your heart. No matter the situation, Huh Yunjin never failed to inspire you.

But you couldn't absorb yourself too deep inside your brain again as Chaewon asked a question that made the room be filled with tension.

"We could do an acoustic version of your new song."

"You have a new song?" Yunjin barely let Chaewon finish her sentence before she snapped her neck towards you, eyes a bit wide as she asked the question with a serious and curious face.

"Hm, yeah." You slammed your lyrics book shut once you realized Yunjin's eyes travelled down to it, putting both of your hands on top of it to make sure none of it was visible to the guitarist's eyes. "But it's nowhere near finished yet." You told the others, although your eyes were still carefully watching Yunjin's every move. Her eyes remained on your book. "I barely have a verse done, so it's a no for now."

The table fell quiet, everyone staring between you and Yunjin as you quietly watched each other, both being filled with bitter feelings you would hate to admit out loud. But what you didn't know, was that your members and manager all knew the reason behind both of your defensive actions.

They alternated their gazes between Yunjin and you, knowing the american's mind was brewing with jealousy at the person behind your lyrics, and knowing you were spiralling in insecurity at the threat of the girl you liked finding out about the reason behind your songs when you thought she was into someone else.

But what you didn't know was that Yunjin's crush was you, and the guitarist felt as much jealousy and hopelessness towards your love filled songs as you did with hers.

Chaewon had wanted to tell you two about your feelings for one another the moment your friends picked up on it, but Sakura had forbidden her from doing so, saying you two needed to figure it out on your own for the sake of the band and your own feelings. What they weren't expecting whoever, is that you were both too dense to realize anything and too scared to confess and cause a strain to your friendship and harm the band.

So now moments like these were filled with an awkward tension as neither your friends or your managers were allowed to say anything, and you and Yunjin were too deep in your own thoughts to realize the room had fallen into silence.

"What is it called?" Yunjin let out in a tight neutral tone, bitting back her tongue to keep the venom of jealousy to spill out with the words. She looked at your face with intensity, searching for any sight of the soft eyes she was well accustomed with seeing whenever you spoke about your crush. But you refused to meet her gaze.

"I'm still not sure... Jen, I–" You cut yourself, unsure of why you wanted to explain anything to her. Swallowing down hard, you licked your lips and spoke again. "Let's focus on tomorrow, guys." You gazed around nervously, silently asking your friends for help to change the subject. Luckily, they seemed to understand you.

"Yeah, Yunjin." Sakura broke in, bringing the attention back to the list on her hands. "We'll worry about it later. Right now, let's focus on the song we need to learn and rehearsing for tomorrow."

You shot Sakura a small but grateful smile, carefully turning your attention towards Yunjin and finding the girl slumped on her chair, fiddling with her fingers with a pout on her lips. You didn't understand why she looked upset, but you'd wonder about it at another time.

Not wishing to embarrass yourself any further, your attention remained on the subject being discussed on the table. For the remaining time there, your lyrics book stayed shut and tucked away in your bag, as did any wandering thoughts about your feelings for a certain american guitarist.

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A loud piercing sound invaded your eardrums as you slammed your hands in the keys of the piano, a frustrated groan accompanying it as you let your head fall back, eyes screwed shut at the headache brewing in your head.

Your bass guitar laid discarded on the floor, had long served it's tenor sonoric purpose in your composition. Surrounding your instrument, numerous balls of paper of music sheet and ripped pages from failed ideas littered the floor.

Your back was aching from sitting without a resting place for too long and you weren't sure if your phone even had battery anymore, you didn't know where it was. All you wanted was to get the melody and arrange correct for your new song, but it seemed like every idea you wrote down and played didn't sound right. You were beginning to lose your patience for the day.

With another frustrated groan, you erased yet another failed set of chords. Throwing you pen to the side, you brought a hand to massage your temple when a pair of firm hands pressed down on your shoulders, massaging the tension away skillfully.

"It looks like a hurricane passed through here." Yunjin's voice entered your left ear in a calm whisper, her hot breath fanning on your neck making a shiver run down your body. "Are you doing okay?" Her concern warmed your heart and you nodded at her question, leaning back against her body behind you with a tired sigh.

"Nothing I play is enough." The moment you mumbled that Yunjin's hands immediately left your shoulders to slide down to your front and hug you as tightly as she could in the position you were in.

"That's not true–"

"I barely contributed on our last album!" You didn't let her speak further, cutting her words as you pressed down random keys in the piano, wincing as the loud sounds only made the pounding in your head worse. "What am I even doing in this band anymore?" The phrase left you mouth in a defeated whisper, the exhaustion of a night full of frustration being spilled in the presence of the girl.

"Hey." Yunjin's voice was firm as she pulled back and spun you around to face her. "That's not true and you know that." She grabbed your face with both hands, squeezing your cheeks together to make it difficult for you to speak in case you tried to interrupt her again. You whined in annoyance, but she sent you a look that made you slump in defeat. "The amount of songs you make for an album does not mean you didn't contribute to it. You're an essential part of this band just as much as any of the girls are." You looked down, feeling a bit embarrassed, but Yunjin simply lifted your head again, moving one hand to the back of your neck while the other moved to push some strands of hair away from your face. Her tone became softer as she spoke again. "Besides, we all know this band wouldn't even exist if it weren't for you and your genius brain, pretty girl."

You rolled your eyes at her, but you didn't fight the small smile that made its way to your lips at her words. Despite all the frustration clouding your mind, you knew everything she said was true. Specially the last part.

Initially, The Seraphims was only a college project you made for extra grades and the band only consisted of you, Yunjin and Kazuha at the time. You all took the band as seriously as any college students in need of grades would and were all ready to break off as soon as the grading came out. But a friend of yours wanted the band to play at his birthday party and despite having only one song you wrote in high school, you insisted you all played for a crowd bigger than your classmates at least once.

After that night Yunjin was booked, but Kazuha still had her insecurities regarding the band. It took a lot of pleading and assurance from you and Yunjin to get her to attend practice again and eventually she was as invested as the two of you.

As the band grew famous and it began to be too much for the three of you to handle, Chaewon and Sakura came to the picture through personal invites. Chaewon was Yunjin's dorm roommate and a talented pianist, and Sakura was your Valorant buddy and a great guitarist. The two butted heads the moment they met and for the first few rehearsals with the five of you it felt like The Seraphims were done for. But you pushed through every practice even if half the band was fuming the whole time and Kazuha was laughing so much she couldn't focus on her drums. Eventually, the two oldest members in the band found equal passions outside of music and a shared love for alcohol, becoming so close you couldn't even tell today that they screamed insults at each other every five seconds.

Eunchae was the last piece you were missing. During the making process of your first album, five young adults fresh off music school wished nothing but to explore new sounds. And it all proved to be too much for Chaewon to handle alone during shows, so you and your new manager decided to open up auditions for a new synthesizer, something that was easily agreed upon by the other girls. And thus Eunchae came in one day, a bright smile on her face and excitement oozing off her skin, playing a remixed version of your first ever song Back To Me. Two minutes in and you all knew that skilled girl would be the new member of The Seraphims.

Had you not glued the band together all those times, the six of you might have never been here today or even had met the wonderful person that Eunchae is.

"Okay, you got me there." You told Yunjin, chuckling softly when she smiled brightly at you. "I still can't get this stupid song right, though." You turned back around to face the piano, rubbing your temples as you stared at the open pages of your lyrics book.

"Scoot over, sweetheart." You watched as Yunjin sat on the piano bench at your side, scooting closer to you until you skins were touching and her right leg was almost over yours, even if it had plenty of space for the two of you. You didn't mind though, turning your head to the side as you felt heat rushing to your cheeks. Yunjin grabbed your lyrics book, reading the song you wrote for her silently while nodding her head approvingly. "How does it goes, princess?" You blinked at her, not fully understanding her intensions until she looked at you again and grinned playfully. "What? We did always composed the best together."

You smiled shyly, taking a deep breath and wiggling your shoulders to release some tension before bringing your fingers to the piano keys for the billionth time that night, pressing down as you began to sing softly. "Walk in your rainbow paradise..." You turned to look at Yunjin, eyes falling to her pretty lips as the words spilled from your own lips. "Strawberry lipstick state of mind." You quickly averted your eyes from her lips, looking up to find her intensely staring right at you. "I get so lost inside your eyes..." Your fingers stop playing for a few seconds, the next words coming out of your mouth in a bittersweet whisper. "Would you believe it?"

Yunjin smiled at your dazed face before turning her face away to read the rest of the lyrics from your book. You blinked rapidly, shaking your head lightly to snap yourself from the hypnotizing aura that Yunjin had. Her fingers brushing against yours made you turn your head back to the piano keys, her sweet voice entering your ears just seconds later.

"You don't have to say you love me, you don't have to say nothing." She looked at you, her eyes caring an emotion you couldn't quite pinpoint, but it made a familiar feeling set into your lower stomach. "You don't have to say you're mine."

"Honey, I'd walk through fire for you, just let me adore you. Oh, honey." You both began singing together, Yunjin getting the hang of the song quickly even if it was her first time singing it. But anytime it was just the two of you in the studio, there was an undeniable connection and there was never a need for much words for you to understand each other. The feeling of her fingers brushing against yours as you played together was as familiar and easy as drinking water. "I'd walk through fire for you, just let me adore you like it's the only thing I'll ever do."

As her eyes stayed on yours, your fingers slowly came to a stop. You and Yunjin stared at each other intensely, your eyes darting down to her lips as you softly sang as a soft promise you didn't fully realize yet. "Like it's the only thing I'll ever do..."

Yunjin's hands left the keys fully, pulling you by the tights impossibly closer to her, as you now practically sat on her lap. Both of your hands held her shoulders for support as your breathing became intense in expectation for what was about to happen.

One of her hands went to your cheek, while the other firmly held your hip. And for a moment, you stayed like that. Eyes never wandering further than each other's lips, hands firmly holding onto one another as tension grew around both of you.

"Jennifer." Her english name fell from your mouth in a plea, and in an instant she pulled you to her. Her lips crashed on yours in a messy but needy kiss, both of you sighing into it as your heart hammered in your chest from excitement.

Your hands pulled the hairs on the back of her neck and she groaned into your lips, her hand on your hips squeezing down hard as she tried to pull you even closer to her.

You felt her tongue asking for entrance and you tilted your head to give her more access, feeling the hand she had on your hips sliding up and inside your shirt to scratch your back. You arched towards her, breaking the kiss momentarily to sigh in pleasure. Yunjin took the opportunity to bite your lower lip, her other hand going down to the hem of out shirt, tugging impatiently.

But before things could get any more heated, the sound of the door opening made you quickly pull apart from one another in a panic.

"Do you know what time it is–" Your manager busted through the door with a familiar scolding already leaving his lips, but he immediately stopped in his tracks upon seeing the situation he walked into, eyes comically wide in shock. "Oh, girls! I'm s-so sorry!" He practically slapped his hand over his eyes, turning around and awkwardly fumbling with one hand to look for the door handle. "I'll leave you be–"

"No!" Yunjin pushed you fully off of her, scrambling to her feet as she ran her hands frantically over her hair. "It's okay! This–" She moves to walk towards him but stops. She doesn't look at you. Walking around the mess you made in the studio, she grabs her bag in the table you assume she must've left when she came in and you didn't hear. "I'm so sorry, man! This was a mistake." You saw her wiping her lips nervously and dread squeezed your heart hard. She wiped your kiss. "I should go."

"Yunjin–" But before you could get any further words out, Yunjin bolted past your manager and out through the door, leaving you panting and all alone wondering what the hell had just happened.

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For the next few days, Yunjin had been avoiding you like the plague. Ever since that day in the studio, she would ignore your presence unless she really couldn't and had not once looked you in the eye like she used to.

Your manager had promised he wouldn't tell a soul what he saw, but your bandmates had caught on that something had happened pretty much in the first few hours of the next day. They had all tried to talk to you both about it individually, but if Yunjin wasn't saying anything, than you weren't either.

You couldn't look at the song you were writing anymore, or even spend extra time in the studio. Everything reminded you of Yunjin and that day and it all just hurt too much. You couldn't bear the idea that you might have just lost your best friend and the love of your life. It just all felt so hopeless.

Trying to talk to her proved futile as she ran away the second you caught her alone. You didn't really know what you did wrong. You were aware that she liked someone else but she made the first move. She pulled you on her lap and kissed you. And you were sure that if your manager hadn't shown up, things would have escalated to way more than just kissing.

You just couldn't understand why she was being so childish. Why she was so ashamed.

The many different emotions you were keeping in your chest were becoming too suffocating to bear and you were afraid you'd choke on them soon. But there was no time to think about them right now, you had a job to do and a bass to play.

Your next show was in just a few minutes and it would be a lie to say the atmosphere in the backstage wasn't heavy. You would all be usually cheering yourselves together and goofing around to destress, but right now everyone was silently in a different corner by themselves.

Yunjin was the further she could from you running some last minute adjusts with Sakura on their pedals, that you were sure was just to keep herself occupied with work so no one would question her anything again. The clear tension had been stressing Chaewon so much she was probably snapping at a poor soundcheck trainee somewhere you couldn't see. Eunchae had been by the instruments silently side-eyeing you and Yunjin since the moment you arrived at the venue, clearly disturbed by whatever was going on between you and the american guitarist. And Kazuha had just brought you a bottle of water for the third time in the last ten minutes, asking if you were doing okay every time she did so.

You honestly felt bad for your friends that this situation had been affecting them and the band so much. But it wasn't your fault Yunjin clearly didn't want to fix anything at the moment. And not knowing the core of the problem, there was nothing you could do about it.

Luckily, the time to enter the stage had quickly arrived and the show went smoothly up until fourty minutes through it.

You had just finished playing one of the songs you wrote about Yunjin and out of instinct, you turned to look at her with a big euphoric smile on your face, only to find the girl flirting with the fans and showing off her guitar.

It was a common sight in your concerts, but this time it fueled a rage inside of you that made you grip the neck of your bass tightly.

Yunjin had time to flirt with you shamelessly since your college days. She had time to play with your fool heart time and time again so carelessly. She had time to kiss you and abandon you all alone in the studio without so much of an explanation. And then she has the audacity of avoiding you and flirting with other people in front of you as if your friendship and the kiss you two shared meant nothing? You were mad.

Fuming under your breath, your hands slapped the strings of your bass guitar before you could change your mind and the crowd's surprised screams as they recognized the song did nothing but fuel you further. You could see from the corner of your eyes Yunjin and Sakura turning to you with confused expressions. You weren't playing the song you all rehearsed from your setlist.

But you were frustrated and heartbroken from all the years pent up silently crushing on Yunjin and being lead on by her flirtatious personality. Frustrated by finally kissing the girl only to be dumped and ghosted by the one you thought was your everything. And you've finally hit your boiling point. You needed to know if there would ever be anything between you and her so you could finally try to move on. If she wanted to be childish and not listen privately, then she would listen to you now in front of thousands.

"The crowd has come to a halt, the birds won't sing for you anymore." You sang with deep emotion on your voice, and even if they weren't understanding anything, Sakura and Kazuha followed your lead quickly as the song began. "Not like before."

The lyrics left your vocal cords with a venom you didn't know you possessed before, the crowd becoming blurry as your eyes filled with tears that carried all the feelings weighing on your chest at the moment.

The special effects team also caught up on your sudden change of songs as the lights in the venue changed colors to a dark red and you sang your heart out as you reached the chorus, not caring about anything other than letting you emotions out with the performance.

Yunjin was your first and only love. Yunjin was one of your closest friends. Yunjin was the first thing in your mind when you woke up and the last thing in your brain before you went to sleep. Yunjin was your muse. And you were hurting too much to stay silent any longer.

When the second verse arrived, you turned to look directly at the owner of your heart, only to be surprised by finding her already staring at you with concern all over her eyes. But you wouldn't back down. If anything, her seemingly out of nowhere worry after all these days of ignorance only managed to steam you further.

Looking directly into the eyes you loved so painfully dearly, you declared the next words to her. "You know all the words to the play, but all I wanted was you to stay." The realization slowly sinking on her face as you never broke eye contact made the first tear fall from your eyes, the memories from the day of your first kiss flooding your head alongside everything else and you bittersweetly sang. "Your time is running thin, cause I'm falling through the cracks under your floor."

For a moment it was only you and Yunjin in the entire world. Only you and Yunjin, and the rift between you two. Only you and the tears furiously falling down from your eyes. Only her and the guilt in her face.

And then you turned your attention back to the crowd again, the reminder of professionalism constantly in the back of your mind as your fingers burned above the pressure you were putting on the steel strings of your bass guitar.

When the bridge arrived, you leaned closer to the mic, looking at Yunjin from the corner of your eyes as you sang to her, the crowd and yourself simultaneously. "When the story comes to an end will it be the same again? When all the king's horsemen and all the king's men, they couldn't put you back together again." The bright lights stang your teary eyes just as much as the words you were singing stang your heart. But you wouldn't stop, you refused to. Even if they hit too close for comfort. "Oh, when the story comes to an end will it be the same again to you? " And when the last part of the bridge came, you fully turned to her, singing with all the emotion you could muster while fighting back a loud sob. "When the story comes to an end will you be the same again at all? At all?"

Your hands gripped the mic and you closed your eyes as you sang the ending high notes with all of your heart, not managing to hide a sob as the song finally came to an end. The loud cheers of your fans did enough noise to hide the small sobs leaving your chest as the stage became dark to prepare for the next song.

It was hard to ignore the worried stares of your bandmates, but you managed to compose yourself enough for the last remaining twenty minutes of the show. However, as soon as it ended and you entered the backstage, the nearest member had to hold you as you broke down in tears.

Kazuha let you wail in her chest all the overwhelming feelings in your heart, rubbing your back comfortly as she desperately looked around for your friends for help. She didn't know what was going on yet and she had never seen you break down like that, but she would try her best to comfort you and you were grateful for that.

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The time between the ending of the concert to the moment you arrived at the green room was confusing in your fuzzy mind. You could hear people calling your name and shouting at others, but you didn't know who or why. You could only assume it were your members and staff, but you simply let Kazuha drag you along, not bothering with anything anymore.

That was until Kazuha dropped on the couch with you and a very familiar perfume invaded your nostrils as another pair of arms circled your shoulders. It was as if a cold bucket of water was thrown on your head and suddenly your mind felt clear enough to react.

You pulled away from Yunjin as if her touch burned, turning your head in her direction with an outraged look.

"Pretty girl–"

"Don't you even dare, Huh Yunjin!" You got up, wishing to be as far away from the girl as possible, a shaky finger pointing at her face as the room quickly became silent.

Everyone wanted to know just what the problem between the two of you was. Or maybe it was just because you shouted at Yunjin. You realized you probably looked terrible with your makeup all smudged and ruined, your trembling body and rapid breathing. Maybe they were scared of you or for you. But all you focused on was the guitarist's pleading look in front of you.

"But–"

"Oh, so now you wanna talk?!" The shame on her face did nothing to sooth your outburst and you almost slapped the girl when she tried to hold your wrist. "I've been trying to talk to you for days, Yunjin! Days! But now just because I'm a stupid mess you wanna play best friend?!" You motioned between you and her with your hands, sighing frustrated when all Yunjin did was look down at her feet like a kid being scolded for being caught with their hands in the cookie jar. "What about the day you abandoned me in the studio after you know what?! You just pick what days you choose to care for me and what days you wanna play with me now?!" Yunjin looked up desperately, her mouth opening and closing as she searched her mind for any good answers, but nothing she thought seemed to satisfy her as her shoulders slumped in defeat.

"I'm sorry..."

"You gotta be kidding me." You sobbed into your hands, not even sure why you were screaming at Yunjin anymore. You just wanted to get out of there and out of her sight. It was unfortunate you had to leave with everyone else, including Yunjin. "Am I a joke to you?"

"Okay, what the hell happened in the studio between you two?" Chaewon stood between Yunjin and you as she stared both of you down with that same annoyed expression you were well familiar with, except this time it had much more concern than ever. "We are not leaving until you two at least give us some light on what's going on!"

"It was a mistake–" Yunjin tried to say, but hearing that same explanation again shattered your heart in multiple pieces.

"Am I that disgusting to you, Jennifer?" Your voice came out broken with hurt, sobs leaving your mouth freely again. "If I knew that would ruin our friendship I would have never–"

"That didn't ruin anything! I promise!" The guitarist tried to hold your wrist once again and this time, you let her. Quickly, gentle arms circled around you in a firm hug, as Yunjin tried her best to comfort you. "I'm sorry, princess." She shushed you, kissing your forehead a few times before she brought her mouth to your ear, whispering gently. "Do you really think that about yourself?"

"Why else would you run away?" You sobbed into her chest, tears staining the fancy jacket she was wearing. You could only hope your stylist wouldn't scold you later for ruining her clothes. "Why is it a mistake to you, then?"

"Oh, honey, no." With a care you knew only Yunjin possessed, she held your face in her hands and gently wiped your cheeks. It was at that moment that you saw she had began crying too. "I was just afraid you'd hate me after I kissed you."

Whispers and murmurs filled the silence in the room, everyone surprised at the revelation of the core of your drama with the girl. You didn't miss Kazuha's loud gasp as she kept her spot in the couch next to you, neither did you miss Eunchae's and Chaewon's flabbergasted inquiries, or Sakura's hands slapping over her mouth in shock. But all you could fully focus on were Yunjin's glassy brown orbs that stared at you with deep emotion.

"I know you like someone else, gorgeous." She whispered sadly, caressing your cheek as she gave you a sad smile. "I thought you would hate me after that."

"You're stupid." The words left your mouth before you could even think correctly about what to say, a mixture of a sob and a laugh leaving your mouth right after. Yunjin blinked confused and you just let your head fall back to get chest again, mumbling. "You're the one I like, if that wasn't obvious already, you big idiot."

"Oh..." Was the only thing that left her mouth.

And for a few seconds, you thought that was it. Everything was ruined. You and Yunjin were over. You've lost your best friend. You've lost the love of your life. You've lost your muse.

Then you tried to wiggle away from her arms, feeling embarrassed and self conscious about your failed confession to the guitarist. But Yunjin tightened the hold she had on you, thus preventing you from escaping her. Before you could question her or try to scape again, she began laughing.

"Gosh! I am stupid, honey. You're right about that!" You gathered the courage to pull back slightly, now being your turn to look at her with confusion as she kept on laughing. "But I guess that makes you stupid too, pretty girl."

"What–"

"I like you too, baby." Your eyes widened at the revelation, a shocked sob leaving your throat as Yunjin grinned widely at you. "If that wasn't obvious already." She mimicked your words with a teasing tone, caressing your cheeks before gently squeezing them.

"Oh..."

"Finally!" Eunchae's excited scream served to remind you that there were plenty of other people in the room with you two, the younger girl launching herself on top of both of you in a messy hug. "I'm so happy!"

"I'm glad you both realize you're two stupid morons!" Chaewon's celebration didn't carry the same tone as Eunchae's, but it brought the same warmth and laughter to you and Yunjin. "Because you are! And much more!"

"Chaewon!" Sakura scolded your keyboardist, pushing the girl aside to stand of the three of you on the floor. "I'm glad everything is fine now." You knew her relieved smiled meant more than it did at first glance. The rift between you and Yunjin for the past few days had affected the band just as much as you two individually. And now that everything was somewhat resolved, you couldn't wait for your next show.

"As someone who has been here since the beginning." Kazuha's sobs were not something you were expecting out of this whole situation. But as she kneeled down and tried her best to hug three people with her only two arms, Yunjin and you had the same sympathetic reaction to laugh and pull apart from one another to hug the drummer. "I'm so happy you're finally over the kiss and confess part. It's been so many years!" She sobbed into your arms, laughing at her own crying.

"As much as I love you all and I'm glad those babies confessed, can we get up and go home?" Chaewon approached with a more calm tone, not being able to hide her own smile as she stared down at the four of you. "I think we all need to rest right now."

"Oh, yeah. Definitely!" After taking some minutes to compose yourselves, you all got up and began gathering your belongings to finally leave the venue, the atmosphere around your band much less tense as you talked and laughed on the way to the van.

"Oh! I forgot to say something!" Chaewon spoke the moment the door of the van closed, turning to look at the five of you as she sat in the passenger's seat. "While we're at the dorm, no se–"

"Chaewon!"

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"Have you ever thought about dyeing your hair red?" Yunjin mumbled against your shoulder as she mindlessly played with your hair strands.

"What?" You looked up at her from your laid position on her bed confused, but she looked serious. She was proped on her elbow behind you wearing an oversized shirt she got from your closet, that looked extremely cute on her. "Like yours?"

"Yeah, maybe." She mumbled, leaning down to give you a peck on your lips before dropping your hair to pull you closer to her by your abdomen. "You'd look really good with it, babe."

"Doesn't that go against the whole 'redhead x literally any other hair color' concept, though?" You turned around in her arms, drawing random circles on her back as you looked her in the eyes.

"Does it matter?" She pouted, going back to playing with your hair as she looked deep in thought. "I just think it'd be really funny though." She shrugged, scratching your scalp gently.

"Funny how?" You pressed a kiss to her jaw, not failing to noticed how she suppressed a giggle.

"Just funny, no specific reason." She mumbled, shrugging her shoulders again. You squinted your eyes and watched her face, trying to figure out what she was hiding from you. "Red is kinda of our color too."

"Right..." You watched to see if she would say anything else, but she didn't budge. So you decided to drop your suspicions for now. "If you go back to blonde, maybe then we can think about it." You leaned up to kiss the pout off her lips, bringing a hand to hold her chin and gently pry her gaze back to you. "Why are you so caught on this anyways? You don't like my hair now?"

"I love your hair!" Suddenly, she pressed you down on the mattress, propping herself with two hands on top of you as she spoke between pecks on your lips. "I. Absolutely. Love. Everything. About. You. Specially. Your. Beautiful. Hair."

"Okay, okay! I get it!" You giggled, pulling her flush against you and kissing her deeply, sighing in content before you pulled away. "I love you too, Jen."

"Jen?" She leaned on her hand to look at you better, whining in a way you'd almost laugh if you didn't truly know her. You wonder what your fans would think if they saw the big hottie guitarist from The Seraphims acting like this. But you loved it, so you'd never complain. "No baby? No sugarbum? No love of my life?"

A laugh left your chest loudly and you closed your eyes as you could contain it. Yunjin whined annoyedly again, and you had to put a hand on your chest to contain yourself.

Spinning the two of you around, you straddled her hips as you leaned down and let your lips hover over hers, not quite touching yet. "When you officially ask me to be your girlfriend I'll call you whatever you want, Jennifer." You grinned at her, pulling away when she tried to lean up and capture your lips. Before she could pull you down again, you left her lap and jumped off the bed, looking over your shoulder. "Come on, Jennifer. We have rehearsals in thirty minutes." You let her name roll on your tongue, laughing and running out of the her bedroom when she tried to chase after you.

You really loved Huh Yunjin.

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You bursted through the reunion room with a big smile on your face, your lyrics book and a pendrive tightly held to your chest. "Good morning, everyone!"

"Someone looks happy." Kazuha said amused as she watched you walk around the rectangular table in the reunion room to set your things down at the short edge of it.

"You mean someone looks like they didn't get a single hour of sleep last night." Sakura mumbled, taking a large sip of her coffee as the early hours had her half asleep still.

"Details, Kkura. Those are simply details." Your words only served as a confirmation of what they already suspected was true the moment you walked in with those two objects in hand.

"Did you really pull an all nighter again?" Your manager rubbed his forehead tiredly as he averted his eyes between your familiar big smile and the pendrive on the table.

"Maybe." You mumbled, not being phased by their accusations as you joyfully opened the laptop and began setting things up for the reunion.

"Why didn't you go check the studio like usually?" Chaewon's morning mood choose it's first victim as she turned to your manager with a sour face. "Festival season is in five days, we need our sleep."

"I wasn't about to risk my mental health by walking in on those two again, now that they've made up." Your manager trembled under the memory of catching you and Yunjin making out before everything else unfolded. You could only give him a sympathetic look as Eunchae and the mentioned girl walking through the door with three bags on their hands.

"Makes sense." Sakura patted the man's back, nodding her head with a tight grin, probably imagining the scene he saw.

"We brought food!" Eunchae announced happily, pulling out delicious looking sandwiches from the bags and handing one to each of the people in the room.

"Morning, sweetcheeks." Yunjin gave you a peck on your cheeks as she passed through you, a big smile adorning her lips as she looked down at the pendrive you connected to the laptop. She already knew what it was.

"Okay, so!" You clapped once loudly, gaining the attention of your friends, and some complains from the oldest ones, before motioning to the laptop in front of you proudly. "I just finished the demo of our new biggest hit!"

"Can we finally play it in a show now?" The new information seemed to lessen Chaewon's mood as she leaned on the table with interest. "The first festival is soon."

"Yes, we can!" You told her, giving the girl a thumbs up as a confirmation of your words. "It's so good it might become our best concert so far!"

"So good it's Grammys worthy?" Eunchae asked playfully as she munched down on her own food, but her eyes sparkled with excitement as you confidently nodded your head.

"Come on! Play it for us!" You giggled at Kazuha's impatience, but complied anyways, being impatient yourself to show them your new song.

"It's called Adore You, and I hope you all like it!" As you opened the audio player and clicked on play, your turned to watch Yunjin briefly. The two of you shared warm smiles as the lyrics of the song that meant so much for the both of you now began playing for your friends. Soon, that would be the symbol of your love to the world.

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The buzzing feeling the excited crowd gave you was never something you'd get tired of. The hot summer air had sweat dripping down your back and your chest heaving rapidly, but their cheers and them singing alone gave you all the energy you needed to go through an entire show with ease.

The sound of Sakura's ending pentatonic riff as your last song finished prompted you to look at your band in euphoria, finding them with expressions that held the same feeling as they looked over to the crowd.

"I hope you're not tired yet because we have two more songs to play tonight!" Yunjin's joy filled voice moved your attention towards her, giggling as you could hear some fangirls and fanboys losing their mind simply over her speaking. "I guess you guys still have energy left, so I want everyone to take their phones out! Come on! Everyone!"

Like stars in the night, the vast sea of people began being illuminated by balls of light all across. You stared at the sight in awe, your chest pounding from the adrenaline it gave you.

"You'll really like to record this, by the way." Chaewon spoke into her mic with a giggle. You turned to her, confused, only to find four pairs of eyes staring at you with teasing smiles. You were about to question the closest member to you, Eunchae, when Yunjin's next words had you whipping your head in her direction.

"And I would like to dedicate this next song to our beautiful bassist." Yunjin extended her arms in your direction, giving you a flirtatious smile before blowing you a kiss, leaving you confused and flustered. "Babe, this is me making this official, my sorry for being so dense and my promise to love you forever."

You opened your mouth to say something, anything, but you found yourself in lost of words as Yunjin's victorious smile blinded you and your fan's impossibly louder screams made your ears ring.

"Red, red desert heal our blues. I dive deeper for you." You missed your cue as Yunjin and the others began singing, blinking dumbfoundedly at her. "What a blessing to feel your love. Twilight moments with you." She blew you another kiss before her hands went down to her guitar, prompting you to snap out of your surprise and quickly begin playing your own instrument.

You quickly looked over at the crowd, silently asking if they were seeing the same thing as you, before turning to the american again. You suppose you now knew why she wanted for you to dye your hair red, it would indeed be funny.

"I've been asleep so long, I'm so far away." As Yunjin sang directly at you, not one moment looking away, you could feel the deep meaning behind them and the irony of it all. It made you smile lovingly at her. "Visions I see are strong, I hear what they say." Her loving gaze made you have a realization as words she said before passed through your mind again. This was Yunjin asking you to be her girlfriend, in the only way that would be right for the two of you. "Won't you leave all your fears at the edge of the world? I’ll tell you again like I told you before. I've been asleep so long, wasting away." She looked more serious as she sang the next words. "Tell me, would you pack up all your bags, stay true to North?" And you'd definitely say yes to that. Nodding your head rather rapidly, she gave you a short smile, understanding just exactly what you meant. "You're the only one I'd do this for." She motioned to the crowd with her head, blinking playfully at you as the second chorus began, her eyes not leaving you in any moment.

You didn't approach your mic and your girlfriend and the other girls sang the chorus. Instead, you slowly approached Yunjin, minding not to trip on any cables and ruin the moment.

Your girlfriend looked surprised for the first time in the night as her flirting gaze dropped momentarily, carefully watching as you stood right in front of her, the only thing separating the two of you being your instruments and her mic. You gave her a sly grin as you brought your lips close to her mic, singing the next lyrics looking directly into her eyes.

"It doesn't take too long to heal and replace." It felt like you and Yunjin had entered a bubble of your own, a vermilion ball of emotions enveloping the two of you in a drizzling love confession. "The demons we're running from, they're begging to stay."

You two sang the pre-chorus in unison, a smile growing on both of your faces as the lyrics went on. The happiness in your bandmates voices was, too, audible to you as this time, the six of you joined to sing the chorus.

The crowd's flashlights managed to enlighten the featured of Yunjin's face and in that moment, the guitarist was the most beautiful you had even seen.

When the bridge arrived, you brought your instruments closer together as you played the riffs with excitement. It was felt like you two were flirting through your bass and guitar, and you assumed it probably looked the same. Yunjin looked up to your eyes with a joyful grin. "I adore you." She confessed, playing with the words of the song you would sing in just a few minutes.

"I adore you too, baby." Her smile grew impossibly larger and you could recognize the prideful sparkle in her eyes, making you giggle lightly.

When the song finally came to an end, you barely had any moment to catch your breath as Yunjin pulled the neck of your bass down with one hand and grabbed the lapel of your jacket and pulled you into her, crashing her lips onto yours in a heated, passionate kiss.

She let you go briefly, smiling widely at the fans loosing their minds and your deep breaths, pulling again for another kiss, a gentler one this time, but just as passionate.

"Ready for another song, baby girl?" She mumbled against your lips after pulling away again, a teasing grin adorning her own lips.

"Oh, yeah."

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