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PITCH PERFECT RIVALRY

At Dream Academy, the rivalry between music and drama majors is legendary, passed down through generations. For years, alumni from both sides have fueled the competition, pushing their successors to fight for the coveted title of Best Dorm for Artists. When a quiet, music-loving student with no leadership experience is chosen to lead Harmony Hollow, the balance shifts. Suddenly thrust into a world of pranks, social media wars, and growing tension with the "Divas" of Theater Tower, she must find her footing while grappling with an unexpected connection to the rival dorm’s charming leader. Will the rivalry tear them apart, or spark something neither of them saw coming?

bad liar

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is it weird that i can imagine sophia tackling someone down..like

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PITCH PERFECT RIVALRY

At Dream Academy, the rivalry between music and drama majors is legendary, passed down through generations. For years, alumni from both sides have fueled the competition, pushing their successors to fight for the coveted title of Best Dorm for Artists. When a quiet, music-loving student with no leadership experience is chosen to lead Harmony Hollow, the balance shifts. Suddenly thrust into a world of pranks, social media wars, and growing tension with the "Divas" of Theater Tower, she must find her footing while grappling with an unexpected connection to the rival dorm’s charming leader. Will the rivalry tear them apart, or spark something neither of them saw coming?

first meeting pt.1

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PITCH PERFECT RIVALRY

At Dream Academy, the rivalry between music and drama majors is legendary, passed down through generations. For years, alumni from both sides have fueled the competition, pushing their successors to fight for the coveted title of Best Dorm for Artists. When a quiet, music-loving student with no leadership experience is chosen to lead Harmony Hollow, the balance shifts. Suddenly thrust into a world of pranks, social media wars, and growing tension with the "Divas" of Theater Tower, she must find her footing while grappling with an unexpected connection to the rival dorm’s charming leader. Will the rivalry tear them apart, or spark something neither of them saw coming?

first meeting pt.2

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PITCH PERFECT RIVALRY

At Dream Academy, the rivalry between music and drama majors is legendary, passed down through generations. For years, alumni from both sides have fueled the competition, pushing their successors to fight for the coveted title of Best Dorm for Artists. When a quiet, music-loving student with no leadership experience is chosen to lead Harmony Hollow, the balance shifts. Suddenly thrust into a world of pranks, social media wars, and growing tension with the "Divas" of Theater Tower, she must find her footing while grappling with an unexpected connection to the rival dorm’s charming leader. Will the rivalry tear them apart, or spark something neither of them saw coming?

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PITCH PERFECT RIVALRY

At Dream Academy, the rivalry between music and drama majors is legendary, passed down through generations. For years, alumni from both sides have fueled the competition, pushing their successors to fight for the coveted title of Best Dorm for Artists. When a quiet, music-loving student with no leadership experience is chosen to lead Harmony Hollow, the balance shifts. Suddenly thrust into a world of pranks, social media wars, and growing tension with the "Divas" of Theater Tower, she must find her footing while grappling with an unexpected connection to the rival dorm’s charming leader. Will the rivalry tear them apart, or spark something neither of them saw coming?

she's hot

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Bonus

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HHOfficial

HollowTower

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PITCH PERFECT RIVALRY

At Dream Academy, the rivalry between music and drama majors is legendary, passed down through generations. For years, alumni from both sides have fueled the competition, pushing their successors to fight for the coveted title of Best Dorm for Artists. When a quiet, music-loving student with no leadership experience is chosen to lead Harmony Hollow, the balance shifts. Suddenly thrust into a world of pranks, social media wars, and growing tension with the "Divas" of Theater Tower, she must find her footing while grappling with an unexpected connection to the rival dorm’s charming leader. Will the rivalry tear them apart, or spark something neither of them saw coming?

PROFILES -

Harmony Hollow

Theater Tower

Bonus

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first meeting pt.1 , pt.2

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Harmony Hollow

The residents of Harmony Hollow, aka the clowns, swear it’s the best dorm for artists. They’re loud, messy, and always pulling pranks around Dream Academy. Don’t let the chaos fool you though, because they’re also super talented, showing that even a little madness can lead to greatness.

y/n - melodies // artfart

yunjin - HUHyunjin // jenniferhuh

giselle - Gspot // aerichandesu

jake - jazzedjake // jakeyyy

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Theater Tower Home to the drama majors, also known as divas, who love the spotlight. They’re famous for their bold personalities, confidence, and stylish looks. These students live for the stage and aren’t afraid to show it. They bring drama to everything they do, both on and off the stage.

sophia - sophialaforteza // savioursophia

lara - lararaj // toetallyawesome

manon - manonbannerman // pbprincess

dani - danielaavanzini // chachaqueen

megan - meganskiendiel // wildbeforewifi

yoonchae - jeongyoonchae // yoonchaelicious

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MASTERLIST

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LARA RAJ

MASTERPIECE IN THE MAKING

MANON BANNERMAN

THE CONVERSATION

SOPHIA LAFORTEZA

GOOD MORNING

DANIELA AVANZINI

HAVE A LOVELY DAY

MEGAN SKIENDIEL

LOCKER CONFRONTATION

JEONG YOONCHAE

PET-SITTING CHAOS

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PET-SITTING CHAOS

Chaos is just another word for adventure in disguise.

GENRE: comedy??

“Don’t forget we’re pet-sitting for Mrs. Han tomorrow!” Yoonchae shouted across the street with a burst of enthusiasm. The two girls had decided they needed an easy summer job, and Mrs. Han, the strict but sweet old lady in their neighborhood, had offered what seemed like the perfect gig.

“Got it! I’ll meet you at your place at 8 a.m. sharp!” Y/N shouted back, equally excited. The whole neighborhood knew they were looking forward to spending a day playing with Mrs. Han’s adorable pets, or at least that’s what they assumed.

The next morning, as they walked to Mrs. Han’s house, they chatted excitedly about their plans for senior year. The five-minute walk flew by, and soon, Yoonchae was knocking on Mrs. Han’s front door. Mrs. Han greeted them with her usual warm smile, though there was a slight edge of desperation in her voice. “Oh, girls! Thank you so much for doing this. I wouldn’t know what to do if no one could take care of my babies.”

“All good, Mrs. Han! We’ll make sure everything’s fine until you’re back at 5,” Y/N assured her confidently.

Mrs. Han, looking both grateful and slightly rushed, then informed the two girls, “They’re upstairs, second floor, first door on the left. Good luck!” With that, she hurried to her car and drove off before they could ask any questions.

“‘Good luck’? What does that mean?” Y/N muttered as they climbed the stairs.

“Probably just her being nice,” Yoonchae replied. “How hard could this be? Feed a couple of cats, maybe walk a dog. Easy peasy.”

When they reached the door, Yoonchae swung it open with a grin, expecting to see a couple of fluffy puppies or sleepy kittens. Instead, the first thing they heard was a loud, “Bitch!”. Before they could process it, a monkey leapt from the dresser and landed squarely on Y/N’s face. Y/N screamed, stumbling backward as the monkey clung to her head like a furry hat.

“Get it off! Get it off!” Y/N yelled, flailing her arms.

Yoonchae, half-panicked and half-laughing, grabbed the monkey and pried it off her friend. She quickly shoved it back into the room and slammed the door shut.

“What was THAT?” Yoonchae gasped, leaning against the door like it might burst open again.

Y/N, still recovering from the ambush, wiped her face. “I think… I think it was a monkey. Why does Mrs. Han have a monkey?”

“More like why didn’t we ask what kind of pets she had?” Yoonchae groaned. “We just assumed it’d be normal pets, like dogs, cats, maybe a goldfish. Not… this.”

As they stood there trying to catch their breath, a loud squawk came from behind the door. “Idiots! Idiots!”

Yoonchae froze. “Please tell me that wasn’t what I think it was.”

The door creaked open a crack, and a colorful parrot peeked out, glaring at them with what could only be described as judgmental eyes. “Bitch!” it repeated, then cackled like a cartoon villain.

Y/N and Yoonchae exchanged a look of pure disbelief.

“Okay,” Y/N said, taking a deep breath. “We’ve got this. It’s just a monkey and a cursing parrot. How bad could it be?”

The door rattled ominously as the monkey tried to open it from the other side. Yoonchae gave her a deadpan look. “Do you really want the answer to that question?” Y/N let out a big sigh and said, “Look, we just need to keep them alive until 5. We can do this.” She wasn’t sure if she was convincing Yoonchae or herself. “You better hope we stay alive until 5,” Yoonchae muttered, getting ready to open the door again.

As soon as the door opened, the parrot shot out like a rocket, yelling, “Losers! Stupid!” It sounded like it was laughing at them.

“Come back here!” Yoonchae shouted, running after the bird. “Why does it sound so proud of itself?” Y/N groaned, chasing after it too.

While the girls ran after the parrot, the monkey saw its chance. It climbed out of the room, sneaked into the kitchen, and opened the fridge. Moments later, it was holding a bunch of bananas and throwing yogurt containers everywhere.

“Is it throwing yogurt?” Yoonchae asked, staring in disbelief.

“Forget the parrot! We’ve got a monkey making a mess in the kitchen!” Y/N yelled, ducking as a yogurt container flew past her and splattered on the wall. The parrot landed on top of the curtain rod, watching the chaos below. “Idiots! Losers!” it shouted again, laughing loudly.

“This isn’t pet-sitting,” Yoonchae said, crouching behind the couch to avoid flying food. “This is a survival show!”

The monkey peeled a banana, took a bite, and then threw the rest at Y/N, who wiped banana mush off her shirt.

“Alright, you little troublemakers,” she said, glaring at the monkey and the parrot. “Game on.” But the monkey and the parrot weren’t done yet. They were just getting started.

After surviving the wildest food fight of their lives against animals, no less, Y/N and Yoonchae finally managed to corner the parrot. “Gotcha!” Yoonchae said triumphantly as she slammed the cage door shut.

The parrot glared at her, puffed up its feathers, and muttered, “Idiots…” before turning its back on them.

“Yeah, yeah, we’re the idiots,” Yoonchae muttered, wiping yogurt off her arm.

Meanwhile, the monkey had retreated to the top of the fridge, happily munching on its last banana.

“Alright, your turn, buddy,” Y/N said, hands on her hips.

The monkey looked at her, then at the empty banana peel in its hand, and threw it at her face.

“That’s it!” Y/N shouted, grabbing a towel quickly. “You’re getting a bath whether you like it or not!”

It took another ten minutes of chasing the monkey through the house, including a brief moment where it tried to hide in Mrs. Han’s flower vase, before they finally managed to scoop it up.

“Why is it so sticky?” Yoonchae asked as they carried the squirming monkey into the bathroom.

“I don’t know, but it’s about to be squeaky clean,” Y/N replied, turning on the shower.

The monkey, realizing what was about to happen, let out a dramatic screech and clung to Yoonchae’s shirt. “Oh no, you don’t!” Yoonchae said, prying it off and plopping it into the tub. Water splashed everywhere as the monkey flailed, but eventually, it gave up and sat there sulking while Y/N scrubbed it with shampoo.

“See? This isn’t so bad,” Y/N said, rinsing the suds off.

The monkey gave her a look that clearly said, I will remember this.

By the time they were done, the bathroom looked like a hurricane had passed through, but the monkey was finally clean and wrapped in a fluffy towel. Yoonchae collapsed onto the couch, exhausted. “We should’ve just taken a babysitting job.” Y/N flopped down next to her, still holding the damp towel. “Next time, let’s ask what kind of ‘pets’ we’re dealing with first.”

From its cage, the parrot squawked, “Try harder! Pathetic!” one last time, as if to agree.

The girls groaned in unison.

THE END

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LOCKER CONFRONTATION

Unexpected moments, unforgettable memories.

GENRE: fluff

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Megan was never great at expressing herself. In fact, she was downright terrible at it. But that had never stopped her from doing things her way, that too when it came to asking her crush out. When she spotted Y/N at her locker, carefully arranging her books in alphabetical order while muttering something about “optimal organization systems,” Megan figured this was her moment.

Y/N, lost in her own little world, didn’t notice Megan until a shadow loomed over her. Turning around, she was met with Megan standing way too close, arms crossed, and glaring down at her like she was about to confiscate her lunch money.

Y/N froze. Her brain immediately went into overdrive. Why is Megan here? Megan was practically a school celebrity, though for reasons Y/N wasn’t entirely sure were good ones, and now she was standing inches away, looking like she had something important to say.

“The café across the street has good chocolate cake,” Megan announced, her voice calm but carrying a strange intensity that made Y/N’s stomach do a backflip.

Y/N blinked, completely lost. “What?” she asked, hoping for a shred of context.

Instead of doing just that, Megan leaned in and slammed her hand against the locker beside Y/N’s head. The sound was so loud it could’ve possibly woken the dead to life. Students in the hallway scattered like pigeons, leaving Y/N to flinch and clutch her notebook like it was a holy relic, hoping it would save her life if anything happened.

“Tomorrow. After school. Be there,” Megan said, her tone firm and unyielding, her gaze locked on Y/N like she was issuing a military command.

Y/N’s brain officially shut down. Her heart was racing, her palms were sweaty, and her mouth decided to betray her completely. Words spilled out in a panicked jumble.

“Sure? I mean, uh, okay? Wait, what? I don’t…”

Megan nodded like she’d just successfully closed a business deal. “Good. Don’t forget. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Y/N’s heart pounded as she tried to form a coherent response. “Wait, I… I’m not sure I…”

But Megan wasn’t listening. She stood her ground, her intense presence practically pinning Y/N in place. It was too much. Y/N did the only thing she could think of, so she ran for her life with books in hands, she sprinted down the hallway like her life depended on it.

Megan watched her flee, tilting her head slightly. A small frown tugged at her lips as she muttered, “Weird… but she nodded. That’s a yes,” nodding to herself.

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You sighed and tossed your phone onto the other side of your bed, wondering if Sophia might actually be right about Megan. Then again, Sophia usually knows best, so maybe it was worth trusting her this time too. What’s the worst that could happen, right?

the next day

Y/N’s eyes nearly popped out of her head as she stepped into the café. The balloons and rose petals scattered across the floor were indeed, something. She almost tripped over herself when she saw Megan approaching, holding a bouquet of sunflowers, her favorite flower. Megan gazed at her with a soft smile, clearly relieved that Y/N had actually shown up. “For you,” she said gently, handing over the bouquet. “And I know you love chocolate cake, but I ordered a bit of everything, just in case.” 

Y/N nearly collapsed in laughter, clutching her stomach as she tried to process the fact that she’d been bracing for a fight, only for Megan to show up with sunflowers and deserts. She stared at Megan for a solid five seconds, making sure she wasn’t imagining things, before finally accepting the bouquet with a stunned, “Thank you.” All of this unfolded in just two minutes, but it felt like a whole comedy show.

Megan stood there, looking a little lost, but before she could ask what was going on, Y/N beat her to it.

“I thought we were about to have a duel here,” Y/N said with a teasing laugh, still trying to catch her breath.

Megan blinked, totally confused. “Why would I do that?” She was sure she’d never threatened Y/N in any way.

Y/N gave her an exaggerated ‘really?’ look, then scoffed playfully. “You slammed your hand against the locker, stared at me, and said, ‘Tomorrow, after school, be there.’”

Megan’s face turned a deep shade of red as she muttered, “That was me asking you out on a date.”

Y/N grinned, shaking her head. “Yeah, can’t believe that was you flirting,” she said, chuckling softly, still amused by the whole thing.

THE END

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a/n - trying these smau apps, pretty sure I'm failing, but thanks for reading anyway😭

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THE CONVERSATION

Sometimes, the hardest conversations are the ones that bring us closer.

GENRE: fluff and angst??

You and Manon have been together for a year now. You met her three months before her debut, back when her dreams were still taking shape and the world had yet to know her name. At that time, you had no idea what you were getting yourself into. Surely, dating a member of an up-and-coming global girl group sounded manageable. You thought you were ready for whatever challenges came your way. 

Turns out, you were wrong.

Another forgotten date night. You sighed to yourself as you packed up the untouched dinner and placed everything back in the fridge. The first time she missed a date was three weeks ago, when Manon had called to say she needed to stay late at the company for a “very important meeting.” Being the understanding girlfriend you are, you let it slide, hoping she’d make it up to you.

The second time was last weekend. You had planned a cozy hangout, just the two of you, since it had been weeks since you’d last spent time together. But the date clashed with a photoshoot. You told yourself it was okay, thinking, At least my birthday’s coming soon. Surely, she wouldn’t forget something that important. But she did. Your birthday came and went. The candles burned out, messages from friends lit up your phone, and the night grew quieter with each passing hour and Manon never showed up.

As you sat alone in the dimly lit room, you began to question if it was all worth it. The quiet nights spent waiting, your special day passing without meaning, and the emptiness of a bed unshared, even though you had someone to call your partner. Falling asleep to the sound of your muffled cries against the pillow, you couldn’t help but wish it was all just a bad dream.

You felt a pair of familiar arms wrap around your waist, recognizing the dark-haired beauty who was cuddling against your back. A small smile crept onto your face, momentarily easing the negative thoughts that had clouded your mind last night. You’d missed her presence, especially the way she fit so perfectly against you. But as your eyes flicked to your phone, reality reminded you it was time to get up and start the day.

Flipping pancakes in the kitchen, you were lost in thought and didn’t notice the sleepy Manon quietly making her way toward you. You let out a startled scream when she suddenly wrapped her arms around you from behind.

“Manon, you scared me half to death,” you said with a sigh, though you couldn’t help leaning back against her warmth.

She giggled, pressing small, affectionate kisses along the back of your neck. “I’m sorry, baby,” she murmured, her voice still groggy with sleep.

Once the pancakes were ready, Manon insisted on serving them for both of you. Sitting at the table, she fed you little bites between stories, filling you in on everything that had kept her busy for the past three weeks. For a brief moment, the weight of the past few days felt lighter, replaced by the sound of her laughter and the closeness you’d missed so much.

As much as you cherished these little moments, the rare, precious time you got to spend together, you couldn’t ignore the thoughts swirling in your mind. You’d learned from past mistakes, and the last thing you wanted was to lose Manon by convincing yourself everything was fine when doubts had already started to creep in.

You gently played with her fingers, tracing the lines of her palm and smiling at how perfectly her hand fit with yours. The two of you sat together on the couch, her legs tucked under yours as she leaned slightly against you. The simple act brought a fleeting smile to your lips, but the thoughts weighing on your mind refused to fade. Taking a steadying breath, you glanced up at her, your expression soft but carrying the weight of unspoken words.

“Manon,” you began, your voice calm but firm enough to hold her attention. “We need to talk.”

Manon let out a nervous chuckle, her lips quirking into a playful smile. “Are you breaking up with me?” she teased lightly.

You didn’t respond right away, letting your steady gaze speak for you. The playful smile faded from Manon’s face as realization hit. Her hand found your arm, her touch soft but urgent, silently pleading for reassurance. “Are you?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. Her heart raced, the thought of losing you too much to bear.

Reaching up, you cupped her cheek, your thumb brushing gently against her skin. “No,” you murmured, your tone soothing as you tried to calm her before she jumped into conclusions you hadn’t even reached yourself. “That’s why we need to talk.” You leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to her lips, a small gesture to remind her of the love that still held you together.

Manon closed the gap again, pulling you into a kiss that was longer, deeper, and filled with urgency. Her hands held you close, as though letting go might shatter the fragile moment between you. When breathing became an issue, she reluctantly pulled back, her forehead resting against yours.

“Don’t leave me,” she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. “We’ll figure this out together, please.”

You cupped her face gently, your thumbs brushing away the tears that threatened to fall. “I’m not going anywhere,” you murmured, your voice steady and full of conviction. “We’ll figure this out, I promise.” You leaned in again, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead, letting her feel the warmth of your reassurance. Her shoulders relaxed slightly as she clung to you, her breathing evening out in the comfort of your words.

THE END

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HAVE  A LOVELY DAY

Not everyone deserves to be in your life, even if they once meant everything.

GENRE: angst

Dani’s words hit you like a punch to the stomach. She sighed heavily, her face was unreadable. “Let’s keep this from the girls,” she said quietly, standing up from the edge of her bed. For a moment, you just stared at her, struggling to process what you’d heard. “What?” you managed, your voice trembling with disbelief. The disappointment was clear, and you didn’t even care if she noticed.

Dani turned to face you, her expression cold, unfamiliar. It was like looking at a stranger, and it hurt more than you thought it could. “It’s not that complicated, Y/N,” she said, her tone sharper now, as if you were the one being unreasonable. “This was just a one-night stand. The girls don’t need to know every detail of our lives.”

Your chest tightened, the words hanging in the air, suffocating you. “A one-night stand?” you repeated, barely a whisper. It was like you needed to hear it again to make sure you weren’t imagining things.

She let out a bitter laugh, almost as if she was mocking you. “Yes, a one-night stand. You didn’t actually think this was serious, did you?”

The disbelief quickly melted into anger, the kind that burned and made your hands shake, your vision blurring as tears threatened to spill. You took a shaky breath, trying to hold it together, but the pain was too much. You scrambled to put your clothes on, hands trembling as the anger rose in your chest.

Without thinking, you turned back to her. The slap came before you could stop yourself, the sharp sound cutting through the silence. Her eyes widened, but you didn’t care. “Fuck you,” you said, your voice raw with emotion. You didn’t wait for her response. You stormed out of the room, the door slamming shut behind you, leaving Dani and her cruel words behind. 

It had been a week since you’d disappeared, and the girls could sense something had happened. They couldn’t quite put their finger on it, but the unanswered calls and unread messages had them worried. But you had let them know through your mom that you were fine when Sophia, Manon, and Lara came by to check on you. You weren’t ready to face them just yet, especially Daniela. It stung, but you knew you had to pull yourself together. Your week of self-imposed isolation was over, and it was time to step back into reality.

When you walked through the hallway, it was impossible not to notice the change. Your mini black dress and red heels, almost as if you were stepping into a different world, had the students staring in awe. It was clear, the one and only Y/N Y/L/N had returned, and the school wasn’t going to forget it. Sophia’s scream of surprise echoed across the hallway, and you couldn’t help but smirk, feeling a surge of confidence. You’d been gone, but now? Now, you were back, and you owned the room.

Lara gasped, "Damn girl, you look hot!" She grinned, motioning for you to do a quick spin so she could get a full view of your outfit. You couldn’t help but giggle. As much as you weren't looking forward to facing Dani after that whole mess, you knew you'd be an idiot to let something as trivial as “a one night stand” get in the way of the fun with the other girls.

"I thought you were dying," Manon teased, pulling you into a hug, her eyes narrowing slightly as she sensed something was off despite your smiles. The girls were all fawning over how gorgeous you looked, but Manon knew you well enough to notice the subtle shift. You returned her hug with a small, appreciative smile and walked alongside the girls, purposefully ignoring Dani’s presence. Hoping it was clear to her that whatever you had with her, it was over. 

It wasn’t exactly a secret that a lot of people had a crush on you. With your striking looks, your soft brown locks, your reputation as the model student with straight A’s, and most importantly, the sweet smile you offer to everyone every single day. It was no wonder you were a magnet for attention. Flowers, gifts, and letters? All part of your daily routine. Honestly, every day felt like Valentine’s Day for you.

Megan and Yoonchae eagerly reached for the boxes of chocolates you handed them as you settled into your seat across from Sophia.

“What do you want for lunch? I’ll grab it for you,” Sophia offered, brushing a strand of hair from your face before sending you a playful wink. You felt your cheeks warm at the familiar gesture. You’d never get used to her spontaneous acts of affection. “I’ll have pasta, please,” you replied, humming softly as she stood up to order for both of you.

Dani’s eyes followed you across the room as you laughed and chatted with everyone except her. It was clear to her that you weren’t going to make it easy. With a deep breath, Dani stood up from her seat beside Lara and walked over to you.

"Can we talk?" she said flatly. It wasn’t a request, and you knew better than to make a scene, so you nodded and silently walked toward the least crowded corner, hoping no one, especially one of the girls, overheard.

Standing across from her, arms crossed and guarded, you leveled your gaze at Dani. "What do you want?"

"If you keep acting like this, the girls will notice. They’ll figure it out soon enough," Dani huffed, her tone almost pleading.

You let out a bitter chuckle. "You should feel lucky I’m still letting you be in my presence," you said, your voice tight. "And I don’t care if they know."

You turned to leave, but Dani’s voice stopped you.

"So, that’s it? You’re just gonna end our friendship over this?" She bit the words out, her eyes searching for any hint of softness.

You scoffed. "You know damn well we were never just friends." Your gaze hardened as you delivered the final blow. "Our friendship ended the moment you kissed me five months ago. Don’t act like you didn’t know that." With a shake of your head, you added, "Have a lovely day, Dani." You walked away, leaving her with nothing more to say, just the weight of her choices hanging between you.

THE END

[sirenontheloose]

GOOD MORNING

Sometimes, a simple conversation changes everything.

GENRE: fluff??

After finishing your morning routine and sending your 5-year-old daughter off to daycare, you decide a coffee would be the perfect way to kickstart your day. Being a single mom has its challenges, sure your daughter is an angel, no doubt, but she can also be a handful at times. Even so, you wouldn’t trade her for anything in the world.

As you step into the bustling cafe, you make a beeline for the counter, ordering your usual, a strong, bitter black coffee paired with a flaky croissant. While you wait, you scan the room. It’s packed, as expected since it is the beginning of the week, and you spot only one available seat. Grabbing your order, you carefully navigate your way toward the dark-haired woman sitting alone in the corner, her nose buried in a book.

"Good morning" you greet with a warm smile, trying not to sound too eager. As she looks up, you're taken aback by her beauty. She’s like something out of a dream, with dark, wavy hair framing her face like an angel caught in the soft morning light.

“Good morning” she responds, her voice smooth and effortless. You catch yourself staring for a moment longer than you should but quickly pull it together, hoping you don’t come off as some kind of creep. It truly is a good morning, you think silently.

With a deep breath, you put on your best smile and ask, “Is this seat taken?”

“No, please, have a seat” she replies, flashing the kind of smile that makes your heart skip a beat. It’s enough to make you feel like you’ve just won the lottery, and you can’t help but return the smile.

“Thanks” you murmur as you sit down in front of her, trying to steady your pulse. It’s been ages since your heart raced like this, and you can’t decide if it’s because you’re getting older or if it’s simply her presence that has you feeling this way. She seems engrossed in her book, and you wonder if it’s too soon to strike up a conversation. But, then again, when will someone like this come around again? You figure there’s no harm in trying.

“What’s the book about?” you ask, glancing at the cover, "The Art of Not Giving a Fck*". She lifts an eyebrow, her lips curving into an amused smile, and you immediately wonder if you’ve asked the wrong question.

She chuckles lightly. “It’s about learning to pick and choose where and how you invest your energy” she explains, her voice warm with just the right amount of wit.

You nod thoughtfully. “That sounds like a really good read.”

“It is,” she agrees, setting the book down with a quiet thud. “Do you enjoy reading?” she asks, taking a slow sip of her tea. Her eyes flicker with genuine curiosity, and it makes you feel like she’s really interested in hearing your answer.

“I do,” you reply, finding your own rhythm. “But lately, it’s been mostly kids’ stories.” You let out a small hum as you think of your daughter’s favorite books.

Her interest piqued, she leans in slightly. “What kind of kids’ stories?”

You chuckle, delighted by her curiosity. “Oh, you know, the classics like Samuel Spoon, Big Blue Hood, and The Thirsty Crow. My daughter won’t go to sleep until I read at least one of them. She’s obsessed.” You say it with a fond smile, but your heart swells a little at the thought of your little one.

She offers a genuine smile while leaning forward, fully focused on the conversation. “How old is she?”

“She’s 5. She’s an angel, but a very energetic one. If you take your eyes off her, she’ll end up everywhere she shouldn’t be” you giggle, replaying moments when Y/D/N would run around. “She loves to draw too” you add, thinking about the time when your daughter brought home a drawing of the two of you from the daycare’s family portrait session. “Don’t get me started on her singing and dancing skills, though. She’s a born performer” you say with a wink, taking a sip of your drink.

Sophia watches you, smiling as you talk about your daughter for what feels like hours. Neither of you notices the cafe getting quieter until suddenly, your alarm goes off, pulling you back to reality. You glance at the time and your eyes widen. “Oh no, I’m so sorry, I must have talked too much.”

She laughs, her eyes sparkling with amusement. “It’s fine, I had fun.”

“I’m Y/N” you say, smiling as you extend your hand, realizing she knows everything about your daughter but not your name.

Sophia shakes your hand with a thoughtful smile. “I’m Sophia. Nice to meet you, Y/N.” You feel a little silly for not introducing yourself sooner.

“Nice to meet you too, Sophia” you say, not trying to be too cheesy, but her name just feels right as it rolls off your tongue. You let out a quiet sigh, realizing this little escape with a stranger is coming to an end. Offering a small smile, you add, “Well, I’ve got to pick up Y/D/N now. Thanks for listening to me talk so much about my daughter, Sophia.”

Sophia looks at you thoughtfully, then grins. “You’re welcome. She sounds like a sweetheart. And since I don’t think it’s fair that I know everything about your daughter and you don’t know anything about me or my dog, can I have your number?” She asks with a playful smile.

You can’t help but smile back, a little amused by her boldness. “Sure” you reply softly, your heart skipping a beat. It really is a good morning.

THE END