#3mix

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TWICE GIFSET ASK MEME || Favorite TWICE friendship (asked by @minnarr) ↳ 3Mix (Nayeon x Jeongyeon x Jihyo)

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Just Jeonghyo mocking Nayeon #3mix in TWICE REALITY TIME TO TWICE Healing December EP.03

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3mix as professors who their students argue every year about if they are dating and if they are, which two would be dating, but in reality they are a throuple. It’s entertaining for them to watch their students fight about them though, but sometimes one of them may get insecure when the students clearly favour the other two as an otp. That leads to a pampering session where they are reminded the other two still love them just as much.

as much as they tried to hide their relationship, from time to time they’d give their students a few clues that could enhance their imagination.

they’ve been together for longer than any of their students could imagine, and with that, they have created habits that served as proof that they were indeed in a relationship. like the way nayeon would fix jeongyeon’s bangs and intertwine her hand with jihyo’s while they’re walking, way too close for someone who was only their friend.

nayeon was certainly the biggest threat to their secret coming out, but the other two weren’t completely innocent either. they worked in different buildings, but jeongyeon couldn’t resist the urge to spoil the both of them. during lunch time, sometimes she’d sneak out to give them sweets or merely steal a kiss where nobody could see them.

jihyo, however, was the most secretive out of the three, and that’s why some of their students came to the conclusion that she was but a friend of the real couple, nayeon and jeongyeon.

not all of them thought nayeon and jeongyeon were together — some of them rooted for miss park and miss yoo, others rooted for miss im and miss park. but the most popular couple was, surely, nayeon and jeongyeon.

even then, they had a good time making their students confused about their relationship. they weren’t trying to keep it a secret forever, but there was no need for their private life to be exposed.

that’s why the three of them would immediately change the subject whenever a student tried to get useful information about their relationship, never giving it away, even if they were bribed with candy and compliments.

but it was obvious enough, really. if their students were clever enough, they’d see the truth.

“wait, i think i forgot my phone in the office,” jihyo sighs, searching for the object inside her purse, finding nothing but her wallet and papers. “i’ll be right back.”

“not again.” nayeon groans. “if you take long to get it back we’re going home without you.”

“it’s her day to drive though.” jeongyeon points out, from the backseat.

“it’ll take less than five minutes, i promise!” jihyo presses a kiss on nayeon’s cheek that makes the grumpiness go away, doing the same with jeongyeon, despite struggling to reach her.

she grabs the car keys before leaving, knowing they wouldn’t leave without her, but it was better to be sure that they wouldn’t than fully trust them.

jihyo manages to walk fast enough to the office to get her phone, doing it in under three minutes, for nayeon and jeongyeon’s sake. she places it safely inside her purse, at the bottom where she wouldn’t lose it easily and gets ready to run again.

she only stops when she hears familiar voices at the end of the hallway, noticing that they’re talking about her, nayeon and jeongyeon again.

“they’re all dating.” ryujin concludes, decisive and tired of the discussion that started months ago.

“miss park wouldn’t do something like that.” lia denies, shaking her head.

jihyo raises her brows, mashing her lips to keep a laugh from coming out.

oh, but miss park would and she does.

“then why do they always go home together? miss yoo treats the both of them the same. and the three of them have matching rings. wedding rings!” yuna defends her theory, siding with ryujin.

“well, miss park probably lives near them. that’s why they go home in the same car!” yeji protests, certain that her and lia’s conclusion was the only correct answer to the rumors going around about their professors. “besides, how are you so sure those are matching rings?”

“i’m not sure… but they look the same.” yuna takes a seat on the bench, next to yeji. “you haven’t seen the way miss yoo treats miss park, that’s why you don’t believe me. you would if…”

as yuna tries to argue that her favorite professor wasn’t a third wheel and that she was actually in a relationship with nayeon and jeongyeon, jihyo decides it’s her time to take a leave.

she had heard enough and her lovers might be ready to jump at her neck for taking twice the time she said she'd take to be back, depriving them from getting home early.

“good evening, girls.” jihyo laughs softly, passing right by them, hearing stuttered ‘good evening miss park’s as she walks back to the car.

“did i miss anything?” chaeryeong shows up only a few seconds after jihyo leaves, snapping her fingers to get her friends' attention, but none of them can find the words to answer her question, afraid they might have been caught talking about their professors’ love lives.

jihyo has never felt left out when it came to her relationship with nayeon and jeongyeon, but after the rumors that they were dating started, jealousy became less rare of a feeling. it was no good, she knew it, there was nothing for her to be jealous about, not when both nayeon and jeongyeon loved her with their entire hearts.

and yet jihyo feels as insecure as she was back when they met, long years before they reached their current stability — old enough to understand their feelings, with solid jobs, a great house and rings on their fingers that meant that they belonged to each other.

“you’re weird.” jeongyeon reaches jihyo from behind, after they have all showered and eaten dinner.

as a penalty for making them wait, nayeon and jeongyeon decided that it was jihyo’s day to do the dishes again.

“thank you, that’s very sweet of you, jeong.” jihyo replies grumpily, rinsing the last plate that was in the sink.

“no, like, you’re weird weird.” jeongyeon says and jihyo pulls away from her grip, drying her hands on a towel. “what’s up, baby? are you upset we made you drive and do the dishes?”

“no. it’s nothing, jeongie.” jihyo sighs deeply — extra dramatic, because she knew that would make jeongyeon worry and keep asking if she’s alright. jihyo knew all the tactics required to get some pampering. on that particular day, she truly needed it.

“come here, im nayeon!” jeongyeon shouts to nayeon, who was busy feeding their pets.

“is it important?” nayeon asks, loud enough for them to hear it, making sure no one would steal the other’s food.

bbuyo, jihyo’s selfish cat had made progress and he wasn’t trying to eat bomb’s food anymore, but nayeon would still watch them to be sure bomb would get his dinner properly. the dogs were real angels compared to the cats.

“jihyo is sad and it’s your fault!” jeongyeon shouts back and nayeon goes running to the kitchen.

“what? what did i do?!” nayeon asks worriedly, approaching them with a slight pout. “is it because i made you do the dishes?”

“it’s not about the dishes.” jihyo looks at nayeon. “and it isn’t her fault.” she tells jeongyeon and sighs, trying to walk always from them but she was easily cornered by nayeon and jeongyeon. “can we take this somewhere else?”

nayeon and jeongyeon look at each other and agree to let jihyo walk freely. they follow jihyo back to their room, but not without questioning her about what was going on.

“then what is it?” nayeon pushes, walking annoyingly close, almost making jihyo stumble on her feet. “oh, c’mon, you’re making me nervous! i don’t think i did anything bad! it’s probably jeongyeon’s fault anyway.”

“it’s no one’s fault.” jihyo stops on her tracks, pouting. “just need some love, that’s all!”

“something definitely happened.” jeongyeon raises her brows. “tell us, baby. what’s going on?”

jihyo finds her spot on the bed, which was in the middle. nayeon and jeongyeon follow her, sitting on her sides. “you will laugh at me!”

“we won’t, baby.” jeongyeon replies, and although her answer isn’t fully sincere, the reassurance convinces jihyo to spit it out.

jihyo blurts it out hurriedly, face flushed as she tells them about what she heard when she went to grab her phone earlier, ashamed to admit she was jealous due to something as frivolous as what her students think about them.

nayeon and jeongyeon aren’t quick enough to understand every word jihyo lets out during the seconds that she vents her feelings, but soon enough they realize the problem in question. jihyo was upset because people thought the both of them were dating, excluding her from their relationship…

“when it’s clear enough i’m dating you too!” jihyo breathes out, burying her face on the pillow to hide away from nayeon and jeongyeon’s amused faces.

“it’s not their fault, hyo. they probably think like that because jeong and i are less... strict about it,” nayeon quickly comforts her, rubbing jihyo’s back with her hand.

“i’m not strict!” jihyo whines, taking her face away from the pillow and sitting on the bed, with her back against the headboard.

“well…” jeongyeon starts, but the words she wanted to say never come out, unable to contradict jihyo when she looked like a sad puppy who needed pets. “how can we make this better?”

jihyo feels like she had just hit the jackpot with the way the both of them look at her. they were clearly willing to do anything she asked, both of them ready to risk it all for jihyo if needed — it wasn’t anything jihyo wasn’t already used to, loving to be spoiled by them.

“cuddles.” jihyo replies, sighing loudly, as if she was hurt. “and kisses. lots of kisses. and bbuyo sleeps with us today.”

nayeon and jeongyeon weren’t happy to have bbuyo sleeping with them that night, mostly because the cat would kick them randomly during the night if they allowed him to sleep in, as if he was telling them not to get too close to his rightful owner.

but they promptly offer jihyo their arms and lips before having to take him in, giving the younger of the three all the warmth jihyo sought for, leaving her breathless with how tight they squeezed her between them.

“w-wait, i changed my mind, bbuyo c-can’t sleep here,” jihyo breaks the kiss with jeongyeon, whimpering as nayeon’s nails scratch her bare tummy.

“i thought so,” nayeon taunts, laughing softly next to her ear. “we need to make it up for you, hyo.”

“mhm, give you a proof that we love you,” jeongyeon adds, kissing down jihyo’s jaw. “would you like that?”

though that wasn’t the kind of pampering jihyo thought she’d receive, she was more than happy with what she got.

“please, unnies!”

[butchyeons]

up in space

check it out on ao3!

najeonghyo poly domestic au (ft. ryeji). this fic focuses on jihyo, who’s a traveling nurse, coping with a patient she was really fond of’s passing. also she’s trans and futch bc i said so. jeongyeon and nayeon her emotional support butch and femme respectively. they are very in love!!

trigger warning for discussions of cancer and death. i also use the d slur once but not in a bad way?? if any of that bothers you feel free to skip this one! this fic is a heavy read, so pls be warned!

other tags: hurt/comfort, angst, implied sexual content/jokes, grieving, fluff, domestic stuff idk, discussions of being trans/taking estrogen shots

tysm for all the support on my fics so far! it rlly means a lot. hope you all enjoy- and let me know what you think! this au is rlly special to me and i’ll probably write more in the future bc i love them.

———

Losing a patient was never easy. But this time, it was so much different.

Jihyo did her best to focus on the road- on the long expansion of highway ahead of her. Each time she thought about it, more tears pricked at the corners of her eyes, just like how they had been for the past three days of her shift.

Jihyo wanted to blame it on the estrogen, like she always did. But after being on it for five years, there was only so much blame she could place on her shots. In the back of her mind she could hear Jeongyeon chuckling at her, could see Nayeon giving her that look of sympathy.

“Yah, Jihyo. After a while it becomes less of the hormones and more part of being a woman.” Jeongyeon had said over dinner one night, after Jihyo had spent her whole afternoon crying her eyes out about work. Again.

Jihyo thought that she really understood it now.

Yeji was a sweet girl. She had been in and out of the hospital for years, fighting leukemia. She was diagnosed at a young age, grew up with it. Jihyo met her when she was freshly 13. On the day of her 13th birthday, actually. Jihyo watched as her family- her mom, dad, older sister, and her best friend- brought her a cake and sang her happy birthday. She had one of the brightest smiles Jihyo had ever seen.

Jihyo traveled from hospital to hospital- it was her job to go where she was needed, to specialize in a little bit of everything when it came to pediatrics. But in all her time as a nurse, the hundreds of thousands of patients she saw, she had never found herself as attached to one as she did Hwang Yeji.

She always reminded Jihyo so much of herself. Of that scared little girl that had always lived deep inside her, even before her transition. How that scared little girl never gave up, no matter how bad it got.

When she noticed how that best friend of hers- Ryujin, that was the girl’s name- would stare at her like she put the sun in the sky, she knew. And when she noticed how tightly Yeji would hold Ryujin’s hand as she got the needle in her port changed, how Yeji practically clung to Ryujin during her nausea episodes, she knew.

It reminded her a lot of something she lived through.

The sight of Nayeon in her own hospital bed, her leg shattered, half sobbing as she got the news that she would never be able to walk without pain again- how she wouldn’t be able to return to teaching, effectively getting her passion stolen away in a single afternoon. Jeongyeon held her hand, her expression stern, her eyes never once leaving her wife’s face as the doctor explained the next steps- the surgeries, the physical therapy. Jihyo stood there too, on the other side of Nayeon’s bed, exhausted from having to speed halfway across the country at Jeongyeon’s call. She felt like her heart had broken into a million pieces, scattered in every direction by a wind so strong that she’d never be able to find them all again.

Jihyo had only been with them for a year, then. But when she looked at them, she saw an entire universe. She already knew both of them better than she knew herself. She already knew her specialties, the place she held in both of their lives- fitting in exactly where she needed to, when she needed to. She also already knew then that she would spend the rest of her days with them, if she could.

So when Yeji mentioned her girlfriend to Jihyo one day while she was fixing her IV, Jihyo smiled. She listened, like she always did. She told her she was happy for her, talked about her partners, too. How they were the same. How they had each other, no matter what. Yeji smiled back.

“I hope I can have that one day, too, Ms. Park.”

It was just shy of Yeji’s 16th birthday when Jihyo came back to find her bed empty. It had been a month and a half since Jihyo had been assigned to that hospital. The last time Jihyo spoke with her, they talked about school- how Ryujin had taken their soccer team to the national championships after one last tie-breaker goal in overtime. Yeji was sad she couldn’t be there. She wanted nothing more than to be with Ryujin, was what she told Jihyo.

When she was talking, she was falling asleep. She had been doing that more lately. Jihyo did her best to keep her awake as she changed the needle in her port, told her how good she was doing. Jihyo couldn’t help but notice that she looked so pale, how her vibrant smile had dimmed just slightly. She told Yeji to tell her parents that she said hi, to tell Ryujin congratulations and good luck. She said she couldn’t wait to see her again.

Jihyo gripped the steering wheel impossibly tighter. Her eyes stung, angry thorns of tears working their way up to the surface. She tried to focus on the road- the darkness making everything a bit harder to see. She needed to get glasses. She needed to get home. She needed to get to them.

———

It was nearly 2 am by the time Jihyo pulled into the driveway. The lights were still on in the house- clearly, they were still up. Jihyo mentally scolded them for staying awake for her. But the moment she walked up the steps, only for Jeongyeon to open the door before she could even get her keys out, she forgot all about it.

Jeongyeon didn’t say anything, just held her arms out. Jihyo stepped into them, dropping her backpack on the porch somewhere beside her. Her head found its usual spot- the junction between Jeongyeon’s neck and her shoulder, her nose pressed against the older woman’s pulse point. Jeongyeon just held her, like she always did.

Jeongyeon was all muscle- solid, heavy. She worked outside and it showed. She was rough around the edges, her fingertips worn like the sandpaper she used daily. Jihyo never felt safer than she did in Jeongyeon’s arms.

“Nayeon told me everything- baby, I’m so sorry.” Jeongyeon whispered, her lips brushing against the top of Jihyo’s head.

Jihyo couldn’t miss the way her voice cracked. That’s when she couldn’t hold her tears back anymore.

Jihyo didn’t say anything- she couldn’t, didn’t need to. She just cried. She cried the big, ugly tears she held back for the past three days. She pressed herself into Jeongyeon’s shoulder, her face contorted in pain as she let it all out. Jeongyeon just held her, swaying them both as they stood on the porch, underneath the singular dim light that Jihyo had been meaning to change.

Jihyo had been through so much. Her transition was rough- what she expected to be a casual step into womanhood felt more like a downward freefall with no parachute. She lost everything- her home, her family, her entire support system. But it all seemed so trivial compared to this. At the end of the day, she was breathing. No matter how far she fell, she had someone who could catch her. Two amazing people, actually. And they caught her every single time she fell- over and over again.

The other nurses told her Ryujin was there when she passed. They said they had to practically rip her body out of Ryujin’s arms. They had never seen someone so young but so full of love. Yeji had someone who caught her, too. Even if there was nothing left to catch.

Jihyo asked whatever God was listening to make sure that those two girls met again in the next life, and in every life afterwards. It was the least they deserved. The thought of those two never meeting again in this one made her sob even harder.

“I know, baby.” Jeongyeon whispered, her hand holding the back of Jihyo’s head to her chest, her other arm still wrapped securely around her waist. “I know.”

———

When Jihyo finally calmed down, Jeongyeon helped her inside. She left her in the living room, taking her backpack up to their room. Jihyo could only really stand there, swaying slightly as she stared at the ground- unstable without Jeongyeon to hold her up.

Nayeon, who had been sleeping on the couch snoring peacefully with her jaw half slack, finally stirred. Her eyes slowly opened, a smile forming on her lips as soon as she registered the figure in front of her to be Jihyo. She tried to sit up.

“Jih- ah!” She yelped as she shifted, her leg caught at an awkward angle from how she’d been laying.

At the sound, Jihyo came back down to earth. She quickly rushed to her side, helping her adjust. One of her arms supported Nayeon’s lower back, the other going under the backs of her knees. She helped lift Nayeon up to that she was sitting up straight, her legs out in front of her. She counted to three out loud, waiting for Nayeon to give her a nod, before shifting her again so that her back rested against the back of the couch, her feet on the floor in front of her.

“You really shouldn’t sleep like that, Nay…” Jihyo muttered, no real bite to her words, as she kissed Nayeon’s forehead.

“I know, I just wanted to see you.” Nayeon replied as Jihyo sat down beside her.

“I’ve told you not to stay up late for me.”

“Don’t care.”

“Nayeon-“

Jihyo was cut off as Nayeon pulled her in for a kiss. Their lips met softly, Nayeon’s hand cupping her cheek, helping angle Jihyo’s mouth better to meet hers.

If Jeongyeon was rock, Nayeon was fire. Jihyo always melted right into her. No amount of walls Jihyo had built up could ever resist the pure heat that radiated off of Nayeon. At first it was scary- she had never met someone who made her feel so vulnerable, open. But now the heat was welcomed- needed. It kept Jihyo alive. She wouldn’t want it any other way.

“There’s dinner in the fridge if you’re hungry.” Nayeon whispered as she pulled away, her hand still caressing Jihyo’s cheek. “I missed you.”

“I missed you, too. I ate on the way home earlier.” Jihyo whispered, her eyes closed. “I’ll have some for lunch tomorrow.”

The couch shifted behind Jihyo. She felt a familiar arm wrapping around her waist, steadying her.

“You better.” Jeongyeon whispered, her nose finding Jihyo’s neck. “She made it just for you- the pickiest eater I’ve ever met.”

Jihyo chuckled.

“You both signed up for my picky eating the night you picked me up at the bar.”

Jeongyeon huffed, pulling Jihyo’s back against her front. She pressed a kiss to Jihyo’s neck.

“And you’ve been a pain in the ass ever since. I love you so much.”

“I love you more.” Nayeon added, leaning in to kiss Jihyo again. “So much more.”

If Jeongyeon was the moon and Nayeon was the sun, Jihyo was the constellation that lay between the two of them. She needed them as much as they needed her.

“No fighting.”Jihyo whispered between kisses. “I’m too tired to deal with it.”

Nayeon chuckled as she pulled away, her thumb stroking Jihyo’s cheek.

“You started it.”

“Did not.” Jihyo said, smirking.

Before Nayeon could go back in for another kiss, Jeongyeon groaned. She pulled her face away from Jihyo’s neck, both of her arms still wrapped around the younger woman’s waist.

“Can we go to bed?” She asked.

Jihyo tilted her head back, resting fully against Jeongyeon’s front.

“You don’t even have work tomorrow.”

“I wanted to get some work done around the house.” Jeongyeon grunted.

Jihyo hummed.

“Can it wait a day?”

Jeongyeon huffed through her nose, pressing a kiss to the side of Jihyo’s head.

“Do you need a day?”

Whenever Jihyo had an exceptionally bad shift, she always needed a period of decompression. And usually that decompression consisted of laying around with her girls, watching mindless dramas or reality tv, and lots of kisses. And sex, too. But mainly the first three.

“I need a day.” Jihyo replied.

“You can take as much time as you need, Ji.” Nayeon said as she scooted herself closer. “I know how much you cared about her.”

Jihyo sighed, but smiled sadly. Her thoughts were racing still. It felt like an open wound directly on the center of her heart- everything kept bothering it. There was so much she wished she could’ve said or done. She didn’t even get to say goodbye.

“I love you both.” Was all Jihyo could say before the tears came back again.

———

None of them spoke anymore that night. They didn’t really need to. Jeongyeon helped Nayeon get up from the couch, her arm secured around her wife’s waist as she led her back to their bedroom. Jihyo followed behind them, sneaking off into to master bathroom after giving them both one last kiss.

She needed a shower- needed to wash the hospital smell out of her hair, to get the days of built up sweat off of her skin. She did her best to not think about it anymore- tried to focus on the things she could be doing instead, on what she had right in front of her. Her therapist told her she tended to dwell on the “what ifs”, which always blinded her from the “right nows”. And right then, she was home, safe. Surrounded by love.

She was so damn lucky to have them- to be loved by them. They saved her life, and she saved theirs. That’s how they worked. That’s how they would always work.

After she finished blowdrying her hair, too exhausted to do her sacred skincare routine, she slinked out of the bathroom. Nayeon was already asleep again- snoring loudly. Next to her, Jeongyeon was still looking at her phone. As soon as Jihyo got into her pajamas, she leaned over and turned the bedside lamp off. Jihyo crawled in between the two of them, doing her best to not jostle Nayeon, who just shifted slightly, her arm instinctively throwing itself over Jihyo’s waist in her sleep.

Jeongyeon adjusted herself so that Jihyo was resting her head on her chest, like always. Jeongyeon was warm- she got so warm when the three of them slept together that eventually she just opted to sleep in boxers and nothing else- but Jihyo needed it. Her body shivered a bit, still adjusting to the temperature shift from the bathroom. Somehow, Nayeon wiggled even closer to her, her arm getting even tighter as she was still snoring.

No matter what happened, Jeongyeon and Nayeon always kept Jihyo tied down, grounded. No matter how high up she floated, they always managed to pull her back in. They had a gravitational pull all of their own- the sun, moon, and stars all in one bed together.

“Love you.” Jihyo muttered, her eyes finally closing easily for the first time in days.

“Love you too. Always will.” Jeongyeon answered.

It didn’t take long at all for both of them to fall asleep.

———

The next time Jihyo worked at that hospital, the head nurse, Dahyun, stopped her.

“Hey, Jihyo. Someone came by and left this letter for you a few days ago.” She said, handing an envelope to her.

Jihyo raised her eyebrows, examining it. It was a yellow envelope, her name written on the front. It was held closed with a sticker of the smiling cat emoji. She thanked Dahyun as she folded it in half and placed it in one of the pockets of her scrubs, heading off to help another patient.

When she got to her lunch break, she finally got to check it. She sat in her car, her lunchbox out on the seat beside her. Inside, Nayeon had made sure to pack all of her favorites to last her for the few days she was gone, along with her usual handwritten note wishing her good luck (which was Jihyo’s favorite part of lunchtime). She picked out one of the sandwiches and a bag of chips before closing the bag back up.

She reached inside her pocket and pulled the envelope out. Jihyo carefully opened it, doing her best to not rip the cat sticker, taking out the letter that was inside. It was written on notebook paper in blue ink- the page covered in other tiny, scribbled drawings of cats. The handwriting was a bit messy, but still somehow neat- extremely unique. When she noticed the name at the top, Jihyo smiled.

Ms. Park,

This is Shin Ryujin. I’m not sure if you’ll remember me, but you took care of my girlfriend, Hwang Yeji, up until she passed. I wanted to write you this letter as a way of saying thank you. You helped her through some really hard times, without even knowing. Her parents weren’t really happy about us being together. Of course, they wouldn’t leave her, but they scolded me and her a lot. It sucked to have that on top of everything else.

But what didn’t suck was when you were there. You were a really good shoulder for her to lean on. She was always so happy telling me about you and your partners (wives? I hope you guys get married or something). You helped her accept a lot of herself. That helped me accept a lot of myself, too.

She wanted to be a nurse, just like you. She wanted to open her own hospital, eventually. All she ever thought about was helping others, no matter how sick she got. She even still tried to give blood when we did blood drives at school for her. She was the sweetest girl I had ever met. I think I’ll love her until the day I die. I hope you feel that way about your girls, too.

Even though there was nothing that could be done to prevent what happened, you really saved her life. You saved mine, too. Please, keep doing what you do. You really were a lifeline for two clueless lesbians, haha. Hopefully you’ll help more in the future. In fact, I know you will.

Thank you for everything. I can only hope to meet you again in the future. I’ll never forget you. I hope you never forget us.

- Shin Ryujin

P.S. We won the championship! Thank you for the well wishes. Yeji passed a few days after. I told her I’d win for her- and I did.

I think I’ll keep doing everything for her.

Attached to the letter was a picture of them. It was a selfie- Ryujin holding the phone up while Yeji smiled that same brilliant smile that Jihyo always knew. She was bundled up in a jacket, sweater, and a beanie, while Ryujin only had on a sweatshirt. They were at the beach- the ocean waves crashing onto the shore behind them. The bottom of the photo had a date written- February. Yeji had passed in late April.

It was a lot for Jihyo to read, to take in. She felt a pit form in her stomach- a black hole that would open up and swallow her. She set the letter and photo down, taking a deep breath to steady herself. She looked out at the side of the hospital building- trying to count the bricks on the side of the wall, trying to give herself something to keep her grounded.

It really wasn’t enough. She needed something stronger, needed her gravitational pull- she needed her universe.

Jihyo immediately pulled her phone out and called Jeongyeon. Really, her number was off limits except for emergencies. But she figured she would let this one slide. She quickly found Jeongyeon’s contact and pressed the call button.

The line rang a few times before someone picked up. Jihyo was met with the clear sounds of a jackhammer whirring in the background, along with men yelling at one another. And then there was Jeongyeon’s laugh.

“Mind your business- Seriously, Changbin. Get back to work- I’m your boss. I can do what I want. Shut up.” Jeongyeon yelled- clearly, one of her guys was up her ass about her taking a phone call.

After a few more moments of bickering over the sounds of heavy machinery, Jihyo listened as a door slammed- all the noises cutting out in an instant. She smiled when Jeongyeon huffed.

“This better be good, Park Jihyo.” She said, annoyed. But that act faded immediately, like it always did. “Are you okay?”

“Yah, Jeongyeon. I’m pregnant. It’s yours.” Jihyo said, grinning as she took a bite of her sandwich.

“I’m finally gonna be a dad?” Jeongyeon asked in that stupid, playful voice of hers, feigning excitement.

“Seems like it. Was daddy just not good enough for you?”

“Oh that’s never enough, baby. Need to actually get you-“

“Oh my god, Jeongyeon- shut up.” Jihyo said, cutting off the older woman, nearly choking on her food. “You’re so- god you can’t even- you’re disgusting!”

Jihyo sputtered over her words as she coughed. Jeongyeon just laughed. Typical.

“God- are you busy?” Jihyo asked once she was able to breathe.

“I’m at work, Hyo. Yes.”

“Well do you have a second?”

“For you.” Jeongyeon sighed. Jihyo could hear her smile through the phone. “What’s wrong? You never call at this time. Did something happen?”

“Well, no. But yes.” Jihyo answered, setting her food down to tap at her phone. “Wait. Let me add Nayeon- I need you both here for this.”

Jeongyeon hummed. Jihyo started the three-way call, the line ringing a few times before Nayeon picked up.

“Hi baby!” She said cheerfully. “Oh wait, you’re both here- did something happen? You never call at work.”

Despite their obvious differences, Jihyo thought it was almost comical how similar Jeongyeon and Nayeon were. Jihyo sighed, smiling down at the call screen.

“I got a letter today. I wanted you both to hear it.”

So, Jihyo read it out to them. By the end of the second read, she was fighting back her tears again. When she told them about the picture, it was nearly impossible to speak without her voice cracking.

It was the estrogen- had to be that. She just took her shot yesterday. That’s what she told herself. That’s why everything felt so heavy, why her voice fluttered between octaves, a bird angrily trying to claw its way out of a cage. The typical symptoms of second puberty- of womanhood.

Jeongyeon and Nayeon were both silent. A few moments passed before there was a sniffle on Jeongyeon’s end.

“Hyo, oh my god.”

Jihyo couldn’t hold back then. She grit her teeth, leaning back into her seat, her body trembling as she gripped her phone- trying to hold back the sobs. She gasped for air without meaning to. She wished she was home, wished she was between her sun and moon.

“You saved her life, Jihyo.” Nayeon whispered.

In Jihyo’s mind, all she saw was the night they met. She had never even been to a gay bar before- but she was down on her luck, needed to have a good time. She still felt like she was pretending, felt like she was dressing up as the idea of a woman. She needed to be around people like her. She had been taking her shots for a month then- living in her car as she traveled from hospital to hospital, praying her patients and coworkers would just be decent. Decency was found few and far between back then.

She was just about to call it a night when a couple came up to her. They asked for her name, asked if she lived in town- said they’d remember seeing a pretty face like hers. When she explained she was just in for a few days before she took off on call again, they asked if she’d like to go home with them- to stay for the night, to have some fun. And how could Jihyo deny the most gorgeous butch and femme she had ever seen of anything, especially after they bought her a drink and showered her in compliments. And then the one night stay turned into a permanent residence, into stability. Decency turned into real, genuine love.

A whole ocean of people were in that bar that night, but somehow the tides pulled them towards each other. She wasn’t even trying to be seen- wanted to let the waves just take her where they felt. But every day she thanks whatever divine being blessed her with the lifeboat that was Yoo Jeongyeon and Im Nayeon, how they pulled her on board and allowed her a spot in their crew. She had her life saved. And more importantly, she got to keep doing the same for others because of it.

“E-Even if she didn’t make it, you saved her.” Nayeon said, clearly choked up on her own tears. “Both of them.”

Jihyo nodded. She had finally calmed down. She stared at the half eaten sandwich, sitting haphazardly in her lap.

“I saw so much of myself in her.” She muttered. “I saw so much of us in both of them. She deserved so much more than she got. Both of them did.”

There was a moment of silence again. The black hole in the pit of Jihyo’s stomach was gone.

“You’re really amazing, Jihyo.” Jeongyeon said, her voice distant. “I don’t even have the words.”

Jihyo let out a huff, smiling. She could feel the floorboard of her car underneath her feet, registered the texture of her shirt as she brushed some breadcrumbs away. Back down on earth.

“You two are biased.”

Both of them made noises of protest, which crackled over the speakers of her phone.

“So what if I am?” Nayeon asked. “You’re one of the most selfless people on this planet. I’m lucky to have you- Jeongyeon and I both are.”

“I will say it until my last breath and mean it every single time-” Jeongyeon cut in. “You are amazing, Park Jihyo. God. You are a life saver- literally.”

Jihyo leaned back in her seat, finally taking another bite of her sandwich. There was no point in arguing with them- that’s how it always was. But their words helped her feel real again. She felt like a human being by their sides.

“Fine. Whatever you say.”

“We wouldn’t say it if it wasn’t true, and you know that.” Nayeon said softly.

Jihyo smiled, her face still wet from her tears. Her speakers vibrated when Jeongyeon chuckled, sniffling again.

“God- you call me at work and make me cry. The guys will never let me live this one down.”

Jihyo rolled her eyes, wiping up the last remnants of her emotions with the sleeve of her undershirt.

“So what? They’ll never understand what it’s like to be a woman. Not like we do, anyways.”

Nayeon hummed in agreement, her sweet, bunny-toothed smile clear as day over the phone. Jihyo wished she could see it. Jeongyeon laughed- that bubbly, staggered laugh that Jihyo absolutely adored.

“You’re damn right they won’t.” Jeongyeon said firmly.

———

From that day forward, Jihyo kept the letter and picture in her glovebox. She got over it the best she could- she had to. She knew better than to dwell on it for too long, to spend too much time thinking about the “what ifs”.

But when she was having an exceptionally rough shift, she looked at them. When she was mentally beating herself to a pulp, telling herself how she needed to be better, she thought about them. When she broke herself down to her barest, most raw essentials, examining every part of herself thoroughly before putting it all back together, she reminded herself that there was a point. She had to keep going. If not for herself, for other people. She had people to help, lives to save.

If Ryujin could keep going, she could, too. She had someone to fight for- and so did Jihyo. She had two people.

She was back home, snuggled inbetween Jeongyeon and Nayeon in their bed that was so clearly not made to fit all three of them. Her back was pressed as close as it ever could be to Jeongyeon’s front as Nayeon kissed her, their noses bumping into one another from the weird angle. It made Jihyo giggle, made Nayeon smile even harder. Jeongyeon pressed a kiss to the back of Jihyo’s head.

“Would you two love birds cut it out so I can sleep?” She mumbled, her voice muffled by Jihyo’s hair.

“You’re off tomorrow.” Nayeon said bluntly between more kisses.

Jeongyeon groaned. “I have to get the light on the porch fixed.”

Jihyo eyed Nayeon, who gave her one last kiss, before shifting so that she faced Jeongyeon. Nayeon’s arms replaced Jeongyeon’s easily, finding their usual spot at Jihyo’s waist.

“It’s not that hard to change a lightbulb, baby.” Jihyo whispered as she took Jeongyeon’s face in her hands, her thumbs circling the apples of her cheeks. “I think you’re just getting worn out.”

Jeongyeon rolled her eyes, pursing her lips into that signature annoyed smile she always did.

“It’s because of you two.”

Jihyo smirked, Nayeon made an annoyed sound somewhere behind her. She pulled Jeongyeon in for a kiss- deep, but soft. Their lips moved the same way they always had, always would. When Jihyo felt Jeongyeon’s tongue swipe against her lower lip, she shifted again- sitting up to straddle the older woman’s hips, her hands finding her bare chest- never breaking their kiss. Of course, Jeongyeon was already shirtless, heat radiating off of her tanned skin from how closely the three of them were pressed together. Nayeon moved closer, clinging to her wife, her mouth finding its way to Jeongyeon’s collarbone. When Jeongyeon whimpered, Jihyo finally pulled away.

“You love it though, really.” She said, smirking. Her grip tightened, earning another small sound of need.

The sight of Jeongyeon underneath her, of Nayeon holding onto her as if she’d slip away would never fail to make Jihyo feel like she was in heaven. The way their bodies moved together, how natural it all felt- Jihyo was the luckiest person in the entire world. Her whole universe squeezed onto a king sized mattress; the sun, moon, and stars all contained in three tired, old dykes.

Jihyo rolled her eyes. Nayeon pressed a kiss to Jeongyeon’s cheek. Jeongyeon just smiled.

“I do.”

———

Jihyo stepped down from the ladder, wiping the sweat off her brow that had formed in the brief time it took for her to switch out the old lightbulb on the porch. It was the dead of summer now- the sun baring down its rays angrily, warming everything up to what felt like a boiling point.

Beside her, Nayeon sat in one of the chairs, in sunglasses with her favorite sundress on, three glasses of fresh lemonade on the table next to her. Her legs were propped up on the wicker footrest they bought after her accident. A random piece of white wood furniture among all the black metal. It didn’t match the set, but it worked. Jihyo always thought it was funny that she could relate to a footrest.

“She’s still got it in her, doesn’t she?” Nayeon asked, referring to their third half.

Jihyo turned, watching as Jeongyeon fought to turn their push mower on. She gave the chord a few more good pulls, trying her damnedest to get it started. That thing had been giving her hell for the past few weeks- it was on its last leg, needed to be replaced the moment they got it. But the three of them were stubborn, wanted to get their money’s worth out of the 20 year old hunk of metal that they bought used at a garage sale. All ₩40,000 worth.

“I’m more so concerned about why you feel the need to babysit.” Jihyo said, sitting down in the chair beside Nayeon’s.

She took a good look at Nayeon- at the way her bottom lip poked out, pouting as she judged her wife. She pushed her sunglasses up on her head, revealing those beautiful, round eyes. Her face scrunched from the sunlight, her nose crinkling. Jihyo thought she was the prettiest person to have ever existed.

“There’s a masc shortage, sweetheart.” Nayeon said, shifting to get her glass of lemonade off the table. She took a sip. “I can’t have anyone trying to steal her from us.”

Jihyo chuckled. She watched as Jeongyeon finally gave up, letting out an annoyed groan as she kicked the side of the lawnmower. As if by magic, the machine whirred to life. Jeongyeon let out her excited squawks, jumping around it in a circle with her arms up before turning to look up at them on the porch, a giant grin plastered on her face, adorned by those beautiful crescent moon eyes.

Jihyo waved, smiling back. Nayeon clapped beside her, cheering. Jeongyeon took a bow before adjusting herself and cheerfully flexing her biceps- putting on a show for her two favorite girls, as always. Nayeon whistled, and Jihyo rolled her eyes, laughing. She looked like an idiot. Jihyo loved her more than words would ever describe.

“I don’t think anyone besides us wants her that badly, Nay.” Jihyo huffed out, taking a sip of her drink.

“I’d sure hope so.” Nayeon said, looking over at her. “I’m selfish. No one deserves her more than we do. I don’t wanna share.”

Jihyo shared the same sentiment, but didn’t say it. She sat back on her seat, watching as Jeongyeon finally got to mowing the grass- sweat already ruining the muscle shirt that clung to her torso. She glanced over at Nayeon again, who was smiling so brightly, laughing as she watched Jeongyeon do her best to maneuver that piece of junk around the front yard, pulling her sunglasses back down over her eyes.

These were her people. They were her reason for existing, for continuing to exist. They made life seem so simple- so perfect. She had something to fight for that was real, tangible. She was so lucky to have this, to have them. To have them share themselves with her, to lay everything about themselves out on the table for her. Over and over, they shared everything. Jihyo never knew she could have this much love for more than one person- she never knew soulmates could be a trio until she met them.

“I’m gonna go get dinner started. Wanted to make kimchi stew for you.” Nayeon said. “Help me up?”

Jihyo set her drink down. Wordlessly she got up, going over to Nayeon’s side, taking her empty cup from her. She lifted Nayeon’s ankles up and off the footrest, gently setting her feet down on the ground. She moved to wrap her arm around Nayeon’s waist, counted to three, waited for Nayeon’s approval, before hoisting her up. They stood there for a moment, ignoring the heat, pressed as close together as they possibly could be.

“Thank you, baby.” Nayeon said softly, pulling Jihyo in for a kiss.

“It’s not a problem, Nay. You know that.” Jihyo said, smiling as Nayeon pulled away.

“I know.” Nayeon whispered, tapping Jihyo’s cheek a few times with her fingers. “But can’t a girl say thank you to her emotional support futch every once in a while?”

Jihyo snorted.

“I guess she can. Especially when you say it so sweetly.”

She helped Nayeon get inside along with their empty cups, her arm never leaving the older woman’s waist until they made it to the kitchen. Nayeon insisted she could handle it from there. And really, Jihyo knew she could, but the worry would never leave. She had come a long way since the accident- her body bounced back shockingly well. She just needed a little help getting started still, and Jihyo was more than happy to provide it.

After a few more kisses and some filthy comments about what they’d be doing later from Nayeon, Jihyo went back out to check on Jeongyeon. The lawnmower had finally given out, but thankfully Jeongyeon had just finished the yard. She was sitting on the steps, slamming the glass of lemonade that Nayeon had left behind for her.

“You good, Jeong?” Jihyo asked, her arms crossed as she stood behind her.

Jeongyeon finished the glass, grinning from ear to ear as she tilted her head back to look up at Jihyo.

“Never been better, Hyo.”

Jihyo rolled her eyes and helped pull her up. Jeongyeon stretched her arms out, her back cracking loudly. It made both of them laugh. Jeongyeon took the opportunity to pull Jihyo into one of her bear hugs.

“God- Jeongyeon- you’re so sweaty.” Jihyo protested. Her arms wrapped right around Jeongyeon’s waist, her head finding its spot on her shoulder. “Get off of me.”

“You love it though. Can’t get enough of it.” Jeongyeon teased, pressing a kiss to Jihyo’s temple.

“Shut up.” Jihyo hissed, finally pulling away. “Go take a shower.”

Jihyo went back into the house and Jeongyeon followed her. While Jihyo stopped to take her shoes off, Jeongyeon got right behind her, landing a smack on her ass and causing her to yelp.

“C’mon baby. You wouldn’t be complaining about it if I took you right here- you love it that much.” Jeongyeon said, smirking mischievously before running off, back to their bedroom.

“Shut up!” Jihyo yelled, regaining her balance. “Oh my god. You and Nayeon are so nasty! No decorum around here.”

“Wouldn’t be fun if we had any, and you know it.” Nayeon said, peeking her head out from the kitchen. She had her usual grin on her face.

Jihyo rolled her eyes. She walked back to the kitchen and rejoined her partner, helping Nayeon prep the ingredients for the stew. After a bit, Jeongyeon finally came back down- freshly showered, her short, wet hair messy from where she lazily towel dried it. As Jihyo was cutting up pieces of tofu, she watched Jeongyeon walk up behind Nayeon, her arms wrapping around her waist.

Jihyo smiled at the sight of the two of them. Nayeon smiled, leaning back against her wife, whispering something up to her that Jihyo couldn’t quite catch. Jeongyeon just chuckled, her nose pressing into Nayeon’s hair.

She couldn’t help but think about them again- about the life they could’ve had together. She couldn’t help but see a future for them every time she passed by that hospital room. The way Yeji would speak and Ryujin would just listen, smiling. How Ryujin would hold Yeji’s hand the entire time. They deserved something good more than anyone else. She was happy they had each other until the end.

She could only hope to have a love like that. Well, she didn’t really need to hope for it- she had it. It was already right in front of her, their force of gravity pulling her in over and over again.

[puphyo]

i finally got around to revising this part all the way!! i hope everyone enjoys :)))

the next few days pass with mina visiting tzuyu more and more, learning more about tzuyu every day. 

tzuyu opened up about what she likes, it turns out that tzuyu loves dogs, they’re her favorite animal, her favorite color is blue, she’s happy to have found nayeon and jeongyeon to help her for a while and mina can’t help the frown that appears on her lips when tzuyu says that, knowing nayeon and jeongyeon have been looking for potential caregivers for tzuyu. 

mina has noticed the signs of regression beginning to take hold on tzuyu, she slipped longer, and they were more frequent, but it was mostly while mina was around, as jeong would tell mina that they had trouble getting tzuyu to relax for bedtime, even after giving her a bottle, rubbing her back and belly, changing her into comfy clothes that are more fit for a regressor, she fought against sleep and regression like it could hurt her, but instead was hurting herself in doing that. 

mina’s heart broke at anything that jeong told her, that made mina assume that she was fighting harder and harder to stay not regressed, but she was losing, mina knew that. jeongyeon hadn’t been called into work todays but mina still wanted to see tzuyu, so here she was, just after hyo’s usually breakfast time, sitting in her car waiting at a red light, just a few blocks away from her friends’ house. 

when she arrived, she knocked at the door, learning that tzuyu hates the doorbell from the last time they talked, it scared her, and almost always sent her into a scared state where jeongyeon had to do her best to soothe a regression resistant little while answering the door, mina wanted to not seem scary to tzu. 

when the door opened, nayeon greeted her, hearing jeongyeon playing with hyo and tzuyu behind her. “you’re here an awful lot lately.” nayeon’s comment held no malice, simply stating a fact, as she let the younger woman in and watched her eyes search for tzuyu. once mina found tzuyu, nayeon watched relief surge though mina’s body. 

“you guys don't want me around anymore?” mina teased, smiling at nayeon. 

“mina, i’ve gotta tell you something,” nayeon’s large hand gently grabbed mina’s arm, pulling her away from tzuyu’s line of sight. “we’re going to start having some people come and see if they have a connection to tzuyu. jeongyeon and i don’t have enough space and-“

“i’ll take her.” mina looked nayeon in the eyes, not a single bit of hesitation to be seen. "i'll care for her while we try to find her a home.”

“mina, she’s going to the first little you've cared for,” nayeon’s eyes were wide, like she hadn’t expected mina to want her. “not that tzuyu doesn’t deserve to be with you, i just, worry that it might be too much for you."

“i'm sure.” mina was unwavering in her decision, especially after buying a few essentials for littles and cleaning up her office space to make room for tzuyu. “i have the space and the time for her.” 

nayeon nods, looking back to tzuyu. she’s entertained by whatever jeongyeon is doing, and it looks like tzuyu is having a good time, giggling and smiling. mina just stands back and watches, enjoying the look of tzuyu being happy and carefree, a sight she wishes she could see more. “how are you going to tell her?” 

“i’m going to wait for her to pull herself from her regression. i want it to be a mutual agreement, even if i know i need to be firm about this.” mina follows nayeon to the kitchen, where nayeon grabs three coffee cups out of the cupboard and creamer out of the fridge, putting a small amount in two of the three cups and then pouring coffee from the pot into them. 

mina takes the cup offered to her, watches nayeon walk into the living room, then tilt jeong’s head up towards her own and press a kiss to her lips and hand her her coffee. nayeon sits in the recliner that faces jihyo’s toy box, where jeongyeon, tzuyu and jihyo sit in a half-circle shape; jeongyeon guides the littles through building a set of legos, just as interested in it as the girls are. 

mina feels a tug at her to go play with the girls, wanting to build the legos too but also just feeling a need to scoop tzuyu up and tell the girl that mina will take care of her. eventually, she settles on sitting down next to jeongyeon, reading from the instruction manual with her. 

jihyo finally seemed to notice mina, and she cheered, even if it was quiet, conscious of the easily spooked little to her side. hyo launched herself at mina, holding her tight. even if it did surprise mina for a moment, she just smiled and patted hyo’s back. 

as soon as mina and hyo split their hug, tzuyu looked at mina with what mina assumed to be a little bit of jealousy, so she moved closer to tzuyu, who despite looking jealous and like she wanted mina, made no move when mina was closer until she adjusted fully for tzuyu to be sitting in front of her, chest pressed to the little’s back, and rubbing her tum.

mina so badly wanted to tell tzuyu then that tzuyu will be going home with her, that she wants to take care of her. but she holds off, the little dropping the small plastic toys in her hands to turn her head towards mina, tucking her head just under mina’s chin.

it takes quite a while for mina to see tzuyu rip herself from being small, but mina knew she was going to. mina had moved tzuyu and herself to the couch, where tzuyu had pressed herself as close to mina as possible, her eyelids drooping, heavy and sleepy. 

but that’s when tzuyu ripped herself from regression, flinching when she realized that mina had wrapped her up in a blanket and hurriedly scurried to the other side of the couch. “tzuyu?” mina asked, turning to look at her, carefully watching her. 

“don’t- i’m. i’m not-“ tzuyu stammers, tears building up in her eyes, mina thinking she doesn’t want to accept what needs to happen. 

“honey, it’s okay.” mina doesn’t make any move towards her, sits still, watching tzuyu. 

tzuyu's breathing picked up pace, her chest heaving up and down as she tried to contain her sobs. her hands were shaking as she clutched onto the blanket, feeling vulnerable and scared. mina wanted nothing more than to hold her close and comfort her, but she knew she had to approach this situation carefully.

"tzuyu, listen to me," mina said softly, her voice gentle yet firm. "i know this is hard, but you don't have to go through it alone. i want to help you, and i promise to take care of you."

tzuyu's eyes flickered up to meet mina's gaze, searching for any sign of insincerity. but all she saw was genuine concern and care in mina's eyes, and her heart swelled with gratitude.

mina moved closer to tzuyu, fighting her instincts to take the girls’s face into her hands, instead just watching gently. 

“if you'll let me, i would be happy to help you.” mina no longer can fight off her instincts to keep her hands in her own lap, and her thumbs press against the girl’s cheeks, gently rubbing in a pattern that begins to relax her. “tzuyu?”

her eyes were wide, filled with fear but never flinching away from mina, and seemed to search deep in mina’s soul, like tzuyu was looking for something. she hums, mina can hardly hear it, but she knew it came from tzuyu. “will you let me take care of you?” 

“you…are you-do you-you want to?” it came out watery, strained, like she was fighting to get that out. mina nodded, feeling her own eyes water. 

“if you’ll let, i will take care of you, tzuyu.” mina meets her eyes, hoping tzuyu can see that she’s genuine. tzuyu nods, and mina feels relief flood through her body. “we’ll go to your apartment tonight and get your things, okay? i’ll come with you.”

tzuyu nods, unwrapping herself from the blanket she’d been wrapped in, slowly crawling over to the same side of the couch mina is on. mina feels a tug from her instincts, telling her to hold tzuyu, but mina fights it back, sitting still like she would to convince a cat to come closer. 

it takes a moment, tzuyu might have made it nearly to mina, but she seems to be debating on if she wants to even think about sitting on mina’s lap, and mina can only think about what could help her determine if mina is a good candidate to sit on their lap. tzuyu does eventually, tossing and turning until she’s cradled in mina’s arms, head pressed against mina’s chest, she can assume that tzuyu is listening to her breath and heartbeat, and it makes her heart sing. 

“you’re not small right now, yeah?” mina asked, “and you’re not doing this because you feel you can’t say no.” 

“no no, mina,” tzuyu’s voice is fairly quiet still, mina can hardly hear it over her rushing thoughts in her own head. “i. i feel a connection with you-“ tzuyu’s eyes squeeze tight, a red tint taking over her cheeks, “-i uh. i want to be with you.” her voice is so quiet that it makes mina’s heart break, so she presses a gentle kiss to tzuyu’s forehead. 

“okay,” mina sighs. “thank you for being honest with me. when we go to my apartment, i’ll show you the room i prepared, and we need to get to the store to get you a few things for my office.” 

tzuyu’s eyes open, a look of surprise takes over her face, then sadness coats her eyes. 

"you don't- you don't have to do-to do this." a tear falls from one of tzu's eyes, mina's hand moves before she can stop it, wiping the tear away. 

"i want to, sweetheart." 

[cutiejihyo]

Baby Hyo having a terrible nightmare to the point she wakes up screaming and crying and then having a panic attack as it seemed too real to her.

Nayeon and Jeongyeon woke up because of their Little's scream and immediately ran to the nursery where they saw Jihyo struggling to breathe.

"mommy, mama make it stop" Jihyo's clutching her head in her hands because she's having flashbacks

nightmares

— 3mix au — cw//panic attack, crying, mention of abuse words - 1021

jihyo's horrible night terrors were a common reoccurrence in the yoo-im household. these terrors were often very vivid, leading jihyo to believe they were real.

it usually takes a bit of time to get her to calm down completely after she wakes up out of fear, which meant jeongyeon or nayeon would have to lose sleep to comfort the poor little. as long as their little girl was safe and happy, they didn't mind losing a few hours of sleep.

nayeon and jeongyeon were able to put jihyo down for bed with no fuss, even getting her to sleep in her crib, which was usually a hard task for the two older women.

once she was asleep, they were able to get ready for bed themselves. everyone was sleeping soundly, the night was going well.

until it wasn't.

at around 2am, only a few hours after she was put to bed, jihyo woke up in a pool of sweat, hyperventilating like crazy, and not knowing where she was.

her first reaction was to cry out of pure fear, she couldn't tell if the nightmare was over or not. once she was a bit more grounded, jihyo began to scream as loud as she could, wanting to be back with her mama and mommy once again.

luckily, her screams were able to alert both nayeon and jeongyeon, who both sprung out of bed and practically sprinted to jihyo's nursery.

they immediately noticed that jihyo was showing signs of an incoming panic attack, with rapid breathing and her body trembling. jeongyeon picked her up, quickly trying to calm her down a bit.

she rocked her back and forth and shushed her gently, letting her know that she is okay and that it was all just a bad dream.

even with jeongyeon's attempts to calm her, nothing was working. jihyo's sobs continued to ring throughout the house, still not registering that the event was all in her head.

she was horrified that nayeon and jeongyeon had left her to die in an abusive household, not realizing that they were in fact right with her at the moment.

"i think she's having flashbacks, keep trying to relax her and i'll make the room more familiar for her." nayeon calmly said, not wanting to scare the little even more by sounding panicked.

nayeon went to turn on the lights in the nursery before grabbing jihyo's comfort objects which included her owl plush, her baby blankie, and her weighted puppy plush that had jeongyeon's perfume on it so it would smell like her.

by now, jeongyeon had moved to the rocking chair next to jihyo's changing table. this way, she was able to hold jihyo closer and put her into a more comfortable position. jeongyeon cradled jihyo, who was still having flashbacks, except her breathing was somewhat more stable.

nayeon showed jihyo the items she grabbed, holding them out for her to be able to feel them and see them. immediately, the little reached out for her blankie, gripping onto it tightly and holding it close to her face.

after a few minutes of continuous sobs, she began to come back to reality and realize that she was safe with her mama and mommy.

jeongyeon hummed softly, looking down at jihyo to make sure she wasn't hyperventilating to the point of passing out.

normally, calming jihyo down from the initial panic attack wasn't a hard task, but getting her to sleep again was the real problem. she was scared another night terror would happen, even though it was very unlikely.

jihyo looked up at jeongyeon with big eyes, tears still occasionally rolling down her face. jeongyeon smiled softly at the little in her lap, "everything will be okay, my love," she whispered, "mommy and i are always going to protect you; we won't let anything hurt you, my sweet baby girl."

nayeon sat down on the floor beside the rocking chair, placing the owl plush and the weighted puppy plush in jihyo's lap. "look, honey," she said gently, pointing to the toys, "your owl and puppy are here to protect you as well. they'll always be by your side, just like we are."

the little sniffled, her small fingers grasping the toys tightly. She clung to them as if they were her lifeline, finding comfort in their presence.

her breathing gradually slowed down, becoming more steady as she began to calm down further. the room felt warmer and familiar, filled with the love and care from her mama and mommy.

jeongyeon continued to rock jihyo gently in her arms, her soothing hum creating a peaceful aura in the room. "you're so brave, jihyo," she whispered, moving jihyo's bangs back before pressing a soft kiss to the top of her head.

"even when you have scary dreams, you will always make it through and come back stronger than before. we're so so proud of you, sweetpea"

nayeon reached out to stroke jihyo's cheek, her touch comforted the little. "you're not alone, sweetheart, you'll never be alone" she murmured, her voice filled with love. "we'll always be here for you, no matter what. we'll make sure bad people will never get to you again."

jihyo gazed up at the two women, with glimmers of trust and security in her eyes, she knew deep down inside of her that they're always going to be there to protect her. with their love surrounding her, jihyo's fear began to fade away, replaced by a senses of love, trust, and peace.

as the night went on, jeongyeon and nayeon were able to get jihyo to drift back to sleep, only in their giant king sized bed of course. she ended up sleeping on jeongyeon's chest, feeling comforted by the movement of her mama's stomach going up and down due to her breathing.

her own breathing became steady, her grip on the toys relaxing slowly. nayeon and jeongyeon stayed by her side, watching over her with tender care, ready to comfort her again if another night terror dared to disturb her rest, thus showing they would seriously do anything for their sweet little girl.

[iwishihatedyou]

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[3mixs]

thinking about jealous kitten!jihyo and nayeon trying to win her with gifts, like I can definitely see her putting on an unamused face and acting like she doesn't care about it but a couple days later jeongyeon catches her wearing/playing with the gift and since she keeps quiet to not make jihyo retreat more the kitty just starts using it all the time when nayeon's not there (she doesn't want her to feel like she's succeeding in winning jihyo over but it doesn't matter in the end because jeongyeon tells nayeon all about it anyway)

you’ve absolutely nailed the nahyo dynamic so far! nayeon loves jeongyeon so much and by extension loves jihyo. even though jihyo hasn’t been the warmest or most welcoming kitten, nayeon knows jihyo must be worth all the trouble in the end. if jeongyeon loves jihyo there must be good reason and nayeon trusts jeongyeon’s judgement. 

nayeon’s never had a hybrid so it’s all a big learning curve to her. she had hoped it would be easier to connect with jihyo. after all, before they met all jeongyeon did was sing jihyo’s praises and talk about what a sweet, cuddly kitten she was. so she knows jihyo has it in her to be affectionate, she just needs to get past the cold shoulder somehow. jeongyeon constantly tries to assure her that jihyo will come around, she’s just being dramatic (which she is but it’s her right as the world’s most spoiled kitten!). but what better way to earn the affection of someone spoiled than to give them gifts?

i imagine over the year that 2yeon are together, nayeon goes a little overboard with the gifts for jihyo. jeongyeon might even be a little jealous that nayeon doesn’t buy her as many presents as she does for jihyo. but every cute plushies, pretty collar/skirt, and cat toy nayeon comes across she thinks it will finally be the present that will win jihyo over so she just has to get it!

jihyo usually gives her a unamused stare and completely ignores whatever gift she recieves from nayeon. she even makes a show of ignoring it and playing or wearing something else that jeongyeon has given her to show nayeon just how uninterested she is. but as soon as she’s left home alone she plays/wears all of it. jeongyeon’s caught her several times napping with the blue bunny plushie nayeon gave her that jihyo swore was ‘ugly and lumpy.’

of course jeongyeon totally rats jihyo out and sends a bunch of pictures of jihyo snuggling with her favorite plush to nayeon. nayeon counts it as a silent victory and doesn’t want to tease jihyo about any of it just yet in case it makes jihyo even more resistant to her. but nayeon knows she’s secretly winning jihyo over. especially after jeongyeon tells her she caught jihyo admiring herself in the mirror with the collar nayeon bought for her. 

[lovelysmulti]

This is TWICE y'all 🧎🏻‍♀️

I just edit the three edits together, and the difference of ratios shows😭😭

sound by dhynsm on tiktok

[girlgroupsontop]

look at my 3mix pics <3

[fnf-3mixing]

didnt intend to start this blog with henchmanposting but here i am ig?

[otwicepairing]

3mix/∞

[jihyocentric]

i mean, if we’re doing angst here, could we get a 3mix angst? 👀

I’ve noticed, that on camera / in public at least, 3mix’s dynamic kind of works like a love triangle? checks and balances bascially

jihyo is always obsessed with jeongyeon, she loves everything about jeong, won’t stop mentioning jeong everywhere she goes, always comforts / reassures jeong when she notices jeongyeon is getting nervous on stage, pays attention to jeongyeon the most, generally the biggest ujb fan lol (invented ujb too)

jeong meanwhile, is super tsundere about hyo mostly when they’re surrounded by group members or in public (probably because ujb practically spend all of their off days together anyways 😅), she generally spends more time being the supportive & caring gentlewoman to nayeon’s neediness, nayeon generally needs more care than jihyo (this baby is afraid of everything & is a member of twice’s scaredy cats line lmao) + is more openly affectionate with skinship and affection (whereas ujb haven’t always been as comfortable with being openly affectionate as they are now, but even back then it was mostly jihyo initiating it with jeong rather than the other way around)

meanwhile there’s nayeon, the biggest jihyo simp other than sana (like, that’s her babygirl!! will always mention cute quirks about jihyo like her clumsiness or how tiny & cute she is or how she’s a crybaby or how she’s filled with anger), way more physical with jeong than hyo (as in play fighting and such + was about to kill jeong in that one vlive where she jumped on the bed when nayeon was just talking about being careful due to jihyo’s knee surgery), jihyo’s right hand when it comes to negotiating with the company on behalf of the group, jihyo’s unnie who takes care of her when jihyo gets tired, always chooses jihyo / is the most excited when jihyo is on her team during games in ttt, the one jihyo relies on most when talking about serious things

love the 3mix rambling!! i can't help but always imagine jihyo being the one who's left out in 3mix when it comes to angst. like yes, jihyo and jeongyeon are probably the closest members in twice, and they're together more often than they're with nayeon (respectively), but the idea of jihyo being just a friend to jeong whereas nayeon could be her girlfriend is something that i'll always have in mind. the possibility is not even there for jihyo. if we're thinking about nayeon liking jihyo in a context like this, then it would be so funny — jeongyeon would be angry because nayeon, the one she sort of likes, is clearly into jihyo, the friend that she vehemently believes will always be just a friend for her. then we'd go back to jihyo, who loves jeongyeon and doesn't fully realize that nayeon adores her. it's a loop!

[brainswithbron]

3mix my beloved

[cutiejihyo]

ageretober day 6: scary movies

it wasn’t uncommon for nayeon and jeongyeon to watch a scary movie together late into the night, far after jihyo went to bed. jihyo was quite the deep sleeper, so as long as the older two had the volume down low, everything would be fine.

besides, everyone tells them they still need alone time, despite having a little who’s extremely clingy. this was probably the best they could do, and it’s not upsetting to them either.

nayeon and jeongyeon love spending time with their little girl, they can barely sleep without her in the bed, so they typically had to watch shows together with jihyo sleeping right between them.

nayeon found a new horror movie that just came out on streaming services that she wanted to watch, and jeongyeon was down to watch it as well.

as they started to watch the movie, they noticed jihyo started to fuss in her sleep ever so slightly, but after a few minutes, she stopped.

they contemplated watching the movie another time, but decided that jihyo was most likely completely fine and just dreaming harder than usual.

the movie continued to play out, the special effects were awfully good and it was definitely scary. neither nayeon or jeongyeon were affected by the movie, but little did they know, someone would wake up and see the horrors playing out on the screen.

jihyo’s little eyelids fluttered open and she silently looked around the room, unbeknownst to nayeon or jeongyeon. her eyes landed on the tv screen, noticing a very scary scene on it.

she proceeded to watch, wondering why her mama and mommy were watching something so scary. her little body began to shake in fear, not understanding what was going on with the movie on tv.

after a particularly scary jumpscare, jihyo burst into tears, wanting to be comforted immediately.

in some of her old homes, horror movies were used as punishment towards jihyo. some might think that this made her desensitized towards them, but her fears towards them only grew worse.

nayeon sprung into action as soon as she heard the slightest cry from her baby, pausing the movie before pulling the little into her hold.

“oh my goodness, i’m so sorry my sweet girl!” nayeon felt horrible. jihyo was obviously horrified by the movie by the way her body trembled in fear.

jeongyeon scooted closer to nayeon, whispering to jihyo, “it’s okay my little one, the movie isn’t real. mama and mommy are here to protect you and keep you safe.”

poor jihyo continued to sob, wishing she had never woken up in the first place. she gripped tightly onto nayeon’s shirt with one hand, her beloved owl plushie clutched in her other hand.

after many minutes of comforting, jihyo’s sobs dwindled down into sniffles and hiccups. as nayeon continued to hold her, jihyo inhaled the scent of her lotion, bringing some comfort to her.

the scent reminded her that she was always going to be protected by her mommies, the two women who chose her to be their precious little.