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JiMiDa

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[midnight-slytherin]

Jihyo and her kid (pt.2)

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[dahyuns-hoodie]

The drabble was awesome. I was hoping to see them get together. ಥ⁠‿⁠ಥ But still very nice. I really liked that Jihyo was very calm when she realized that she loves Dahyun. Thank you very much.

I would like to send a request for another childhood friends dahyo one. How about Dahyun getting into high school or uni one year after Jihyo. Jihyo's friend(s) (Nayeon, Sana or Momo?) all find her adorable. Dahyun is happy about finding new friends and Jihyo is slowly losing her patience towards her friends.

Wishing you all the best for the New Year.

glad you liked the drabble! i’m working on a confession drabble rn 🤩 dahyo has had such a grip of me recently…

wishing you a great new year as well!

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[judjira]

remember me (preview)

AN: so everyone voted on god au from the poll earlier, here's an early preview ! it's meant to be one big oneshot, and the premise is that they're all gods of a certain domain ! this is a very big brain oneshot and i'm really taking my time writing it, so hope this is enough to tide y'all over for now ! feel free to ask questions bc im rly excited abt this au !!!

pairing: dahyo god au wc: 1858

Jihyo finds the shrine at the base of the mountain, among the trees that make up the great forest that surround the earth.

If it can be called a shrine.

All it is, is a small set of rocks piled up to around knee height, by the base of an easily missed oak tree. There are a great many bushes that surround the clearing it is in, barely stretching up to ten feet. Moss has formed over its stones, blending it into the grass around it, making it almost impossible to see.

It would have avoided her attention, were it not for the barest bit of divinity faintly emanating from the rocks.

Pitiful, is what it is.

Shrines, temples, churches, they should be significant, great, and larger than life. Humans use them as places of worship, after all. Offerings, rituals, masses should have hallowed grounds worthy enough for their presence. The greater the god, the greater the place of worship. Or maybe it’s the other way around?

Granted, it isn’t like gods have any control over whatever places of worship are erected in their names, but it is an indicator of the quality of worship they receive, which is very important to deities seeking any chance of ascension. And these days, it’s all anyone’s looking for, a chance at the hallowed seats of the heavens above.

This, however, is just tragic.

Jihyo crouches down by the stones, hand reaching out to feel the shrine.

What kind of god lives here? She seeks that answer, closing her eyes and feeling out their power.

Miniscule as it is, divinity is present. But its identity, its meaning, its purpose…it’s not even recognizable.

But she gets images. Feelings. Sensations.

The taste of your favorite food from childhood, and the flashes of simpler times that come with it.

The childhood stuffed toy you once cherished, now given away to provide comfort to others.

The scent of your grandmother's cooking, and the memories of the time you spent with her.

Jihyo opens her eyes.

Gods always provoke some sort of feeling from others, indications and symbols of the domain they held precedence over. It’s how each of them identify one another. A god can always tell the presence, and usually domain, of another through the emotions that are evoked.

Trivial, is what they are.

Things of barely any consequence, no ramifications in the grander scheme of the world, no importance whatsoever to one’s daily life. They’re human sensations, but Jihyo feels them in full force. Even then, they seem pointless to her.

But it does elicit from her a sense of…nostalgia, she supposes.

What an odd feeling to instill in others.

“Oh!”

Jihyo turns from where she’s crouched on the ground, to see a woman standing a ways away from her, by the edge of the small clearing the shrine is in.

“Are you offering too?”

The woman is wearing a simple traveler’s cloak, standing at just a bit taller than Jihyo. What little Jihyo can see of her face, half-obscured by the hood over her head, is pale skin, faint wrinkles, and thin lips.

A wry smile comes onto Jihyo’s face.

“Not quite.” With a cock of her head, the woman steps forward, closer to Jihyo. In her hands is a small bound book, clutched to her chest. Her form is slightly slouched, a certain lackadaisical nature about her.

“That’s quite alright. At least she’s getting visitors.”

The woman walks closer, until she’s right next to Jihyo, crouching downwards as she places the book by the shrine. The action grabs Jihyo’s attention. So, this goddess does have worshippers. It wouldn’t have been surprising to her if this woman was one of the only worshippers this god had, if not the only.

“Whose shrine is this?” The question should be rather scathing. After all, gods are rather territorial with their holy grounds. The goddess of the mountain shouldn’t be taking too kindly to another god’s shrine being placed right at the boundary of her land.

Instead, it’s more curious than anything. Jihyo’s never been too keen on antagonizing other gods, after all. Much less their worshippers.

The woman hums, putting her hands together in silent prayer.

Jihyo lets her, sitting quietly as the woman prays. This close to her, she gets a glimpse of the upper half of her face, soft and elderly features lightly scrunched together in focus. The respect this woman has for this goddess…it’s admirable. Maybe there’s more to this god than Jihyo initially thought.

She opens her eyes, turning to Jihyo’s direction.

“She doesn’t have a name.”

Jihyo raises an eyebrow. A goddess without a name? No wonder this is how her shrine looks like. How can she be properly worshipped with no name for humans to call?

“Who worships her?”

A wistful smile comes onto the woman’s face, eyes fixed on the shrine. It’s the sort of wistfulness that can only be seen in those that have lost something, or someone.

“It’s just me now.”

The pity washes over Jihyo. To be forgotten is the worst fate for any god.

“But…I think she wouldn’t have it any other way.” There’s amusement in the woman’s voice, a chuckle on the tip of her tongue.

“What do you mean?

The woman takes out what looks to be a rag, torn at the edges and slightly dirty, and begins to wipe at the stones, smile never straying from her face. She drags the rag over the mossy parts of the stone, taking out most of the dirt. The care with which she cleans only uplifts her in Jihyo’s vision.

“You see, that’s her domain.”

A warm, cozy feeling fills Jihyo’s chest. It’s nostalgia, sentiment, reminiscence.

“She is the goddess of lost things. Of forgotten songs. Of old memories.”

A goddess of lost things with no name.

Jihyo has never heard of her before. But then, gods can rise from the deepest and darkest parts of the human consciousness. The shrine makes sense now. So does her single follower. To be a goddess of lost things…what would you be able to do for your worshippers?

“I see…her boons must be substantial for you to still pray and offer to her.”

The woman shakes her head.

“She doesn’t grant me any boons.”

Jihyo frowns. “Then why do you worship her?”

Surely, there must be some reason as to why this woman worships a goddess who, by all means, should have been forgotten already? Otherwise, what would be the purpose of her visit? This forest is vast, easy to get lost in, and the journey here is treacherous, with creatures of all sorts wandering its dark corners. It’s part of the reason why the worshippers of the mountain goddess that brave the trek to her temple at the peak are renowned for their devotion.

And yet this woman, as elderly as she is, has endured a grueling journey just to pray to a goddess with no name.

“I have seen…many things in my life.”

The woman sighs, and years weigh upon her, a gentle ache to her bones that even Jihyo can feel.

“I have forgotten twice as much as I’ve seen.”

And yet that weight upon her shoulders seems to give her an air of freedom that Jihyo’s only ever seen on the most free-spirited of children.

“The goddess…she reminds me of the things that I’ve forgotten.”

The elderly woman shrugs, a light-hearted laugh coming to her easily.

“That’s all I need to worship her, really.”

Then, she looks at Jihyo as she smiles, full and free.

“It’s also because I don’t want her to be lonely.”

Jihyo notes her smile, wrinkles curling up in her cheeks, crow’s feet glinting in the light of the midday sun, and teeth shining as if she knows something Jihyo doesn’t.

She turns her attention back to the stone shrine, a symbol of things that have been lost to time, space, and memory.

Humans are fickle creatures, she thinks. Her understanding of them will never truly be complete, they’re too unique in their individuality to actually form a concrete definition that captures all of their traits.

The gods are an example of this. They only exist due to the worship of humans, after all. It could be said that the gods are human nature at its finest, and their inclination towards assigning a sense of divinity to the most mundane of things, regardless of how meaningless they are towards human survival.

Like lost things. Like forgotten songs. Like old memories.

“You…what is your name?”

The woman turns to her, and despite her age, Jihyo can see her as sprightful as a child, whimsical joy in her smile as she prays to a goddess that embodies human nature at its finest.

“My name is Dahyun.”

Dahyun. Jihyo tests the name on her tongue. It’s nice.

“Have a safe journey home, Dahyun.”

Dahyun bows her head. Jihyo stands, somewhat contented with the answers she’s received.

“And what’s your name, kind stranger?”

She pauses, just at the edge of the clearing. Her gaze turns skyward, to the peak of the mountain that lays just next to them. Then, she smiles at Dahyun.

“My name is Jihyo.”

The recognition in Dahyun’s eyes is the last thing Jihyo sees before her presence fades, returning to the temple at the peak of the mountain.

The temple of the mountain goddess.

The temple of the goddess of limitless potential, of unending potential, of remarkable talent.

Jihyo’s temple.

There, she watches as her worshippers pray to her, abstaining from food and drink for hours on end, offerings stacking up in piles of gold and jewelry, rituals that echo from the top of the mountain all the way down to its base. As the goddess of the mountain, she should be satisfied with these things that are granted to her, her domain powerful and all-encompassing.

And yet, all she can think of is an elderly woman who offered a book, prayed silently for nary but a moment, and cleaned a shrine.

Jihyo grants Dahyun safe passage through the forest, through her domain, and back to her home. All for her resolve, for her devotion to that which is lost.

At the end of it, by the edge of the forest, still miles away from the nearest civilization but well out of danger’s way, she sees Dahyun stop by one of her shrines at the edge of the forest, the beginning of the path where devotees to Jihyo’s name begin their pilgrimage to the top of the mountain.

Dahyun prays, and Jihyo hears.

“Thank you for keeping this old woman company, my Lady. I have nothing to offer but my gratitude and a little upkeep.”

With that, Dahyun takes out her small, dirty rag, and begins to wipe the accumulated grime and muck off of Jihyo’s shrine, a bronze statue of her figure atop a mountain.

It’s the best offering she’s received today.

Once she’s finished, Dahyun tucks away her rag, bows once more, and begins the long and arduous trek home.

It is the first and the last time Jihyo sees Dahyun.

At least, for this lifetime.

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letting all my smc thoughts run free now but dahyun and jihyo!!! I don't know your thoughts on them but imo they're an underrated pairing honestly (or well any dahyun pairing for that matter!!) I'm not even rlly sure abt their ship name and rarely see anyone writing anything on them 😭

in my mind dahyun's definitely the less assertive one (even though she's an outgoing goofball in public) and keeps her wants and needs to herself, so it's rlly up to jihyo to coax it out of her... like dahyun never admitting that she wants jihyo and always putting jihyo first so jihyo inadvertently gets babied but dahyun herself is so baby!!! and jihyo knows that and always finds ways to get dahyun flustered and stuff so she's reminded how good it is to be on the receiving end of jihyos love and how good jihyo is at it

(as you can see the twice human theatre video rlly did a number on me 😭 the members saying dahyun's the most reliable/dependable one.. please give her some love 🥺)

i've written some dahyo stuff but not as much as i should have! yes i feel like jihyo's and dahyun's ships are underrated except for sahyo and saida/dahmo. a shame really. their ship name is dahyo though! if i'm correct, a dahyo drabble was my first or second post in this blog!

while dahyun is baby i feel like she's the type of girlfriend to kill bugs, open the door of the car for jihyo, make sure she's well fed and healthy and overall try to protect her? jihyo is a scaredy cat with very specific things (like balloons, bugs, stuff like that) and dahyun seems like she's not afraid of anything sometimes.

i know of the obvious leader x maknae dynamic going on between them but with jihyo and dahyun it's kind of different than jichaeng, jitzu or dayeon (unnie x maknae) in that sense. dahyun seems more mature and that's how i see their relationship, mature and effortless too. they support each other in what they need! if dahyun needs someone to rely on, jihyo will be that for her, and if jihyo wants a bug killed then dahyun is promptly killing it!

i feel like they could be dating for years and people wouldn't find out because they're both really secretive about it. the girls wouldn't even suspect if they didn't tell them 😭 it's like an unpredictable couple that just works really well together. i see them like a well established pairing, no in between. they're either dating seriously or nothing at all.

also i saw your jitzu ask but if you don't mind i'll answer it later when i get more time! thank you for your ask and for not sending them until now because you didn't want me to get overwhelmed with the amount of asks/requests, it's really sweet of you!

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in your jeans 🖇️

written by aftermidnight (blackcat_desertfox)

fic three of the emo fic fest

Dahyun is in the closet.

Literally.

She is literally sitting inside a closet, somewhere in Bang Chan’s house. There’s a party going on downstairs. And upstairs, actually, which is why she’s in the closet.

main ship: dahyo

rating: teen and up audiences

status: completed

words: 3308

chapters: 1

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dahyo/∞

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JiDaTzu

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For Bunnie :3 @bbygirldahyun

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With Jihyo she felt like she could embrace who she was. Dahyun was an Alpha who despite what her nature and society told her, was attracted to another Alpha.

"Hey, you okay?" Jihyo's voice washed over her and drew Dahyun in deeper. Her scent was commanding and made Dahyun feel light-headed, and honestly she couldn't imagine being an Omega. She could barely hold herself back as she was. "Dubu?"

The Alpha released a purr at hearing her name, and Jihyo's eyebrow raise along with the amusement in her eyes made Dahyun feel as if she was going to melt. "Oh, I see." Could she really? Does she know the power she had over the younger Alpha? That if she asked she would present herself for Jihyo to use for her own pleasure.

Dahyun gulped as her cheeks darken and her mind went wild with possibilities that would most likely never see the light of day. After all Jihyo was normal, and despite being caring and motherly, she was attached to Omegas.

She was normal.

She was-

She was kissing Dahyun. Her lips soft, warm, inviting, and hungry. The low growl that slipped from her lips at Dahyun's gasp had her wanting more. She always thought about this, having Dahyun pressed against her, whispering what she wanted to do to the younger Alpha, but didn't want to push.

But with Dahyun reacting like this to her, she wished she has taken this step sooner. "You have no idea that you do to me." Jihyo hissed, her teeth sinking into Dahyun's bottoms lip possessively. Her hands while kept modestly at Dahyun's hips, squeezed in a way that told the other woman what she wanted.

Dahyun shivered. "Tell me." She finally gasped out, trying to catch her breath, as Jihyo pressed kiss after kiss against her cheek, jaw, and finally along her neck. She couldn't help but make space for her, as she buried a hand into Jihyo's hair. She just wanted to keep her close. "Please tell me."

Jihyo chuckled at how Dahyun sounded. "How about I show you instead."

[dahyuns-hoodie]

dahyo childhood best friends to lovers drabble! i imagine this is set in the world of ‘you’re so gorgeous it actually hurts’ except dahyun meets sana before college and she’s in love with jihyo as well (it just takes a while for her to accept it).

fluff, pining, 1.7k words

jihyo is six the first time she meets dahyun.

she’d had friends before - a fair amount of them, in fact - but she’s never had a best friend. she didn’t have someone whom she could share all of her secrets with or someone who’d always pick her first… until kim dahyun stumbled into her life.

jihyo is six the first time she meets dahyun in their neighborhood playground. her first impression of dahyun is this pale girl with long, obsidian braids and a lavender sun hat who’s really, really adorable. jihyo wants to be friends with her, so she excitedly waddles over to introduce herself.

“hi!” she waves excitedly, a grin overtaking her pudgy face. “i’m jihyo! are you new here? i’m six and a half. i love your hat, it suits you! wanna be friends?”

dahyun lifts her head, warm eyes meeting curious ones. “i’m dahyun,” she introduces, voice lilting pleasantly like a cool spring breeze.

jihyo cooes. “awwww, you’re even cuter up close!” she exclaims with the raw truthfulness only a six-year old can harness.

dahyun flushes a bit, bashfully tucking in her head. “thanks, unnie. yes, i’m new to this neighborhood, i’m five, and i think your cap is cool. i’d like to be friends too.”

it’s there, jihyo proudly beaming while showing dahyun her yankees baseball cap, in the middle of a small park in a rural neighborhood, that jihyo meets her best friend for the rest of her life.

dahyun is a lot of things, jihyo learns. she’s calm and shy most of the time (which compliment’s jihyo’s hyper nature) but she can also get excited over her passions. dahyun likes to play piano and eat chocolate and paint pretty pictures of the scenery. dahyun is smart, and kind, and ever so cute.

jihyo likes dahyun a lot. she likes how comfortable the younger girl makes her feel, her corny jokes, and how she always listens to jihyo when she’s angrily ranting about her troubles (unlike her younger sisters).

they spend almost all of their time with each other. the two of them race on their bikes around the neighborhood until dusk. they gossip at lunch under a serene willow tree. their summers are spent in jihyo’s pool having water balloon fights and stuffing their faces with popsicles.

jihyo is extremely defensive of dahyun as they grow older. she has this innate urge to protect her - from her family, mean people, the world - it doesn’t matter to jihyo. all that matters to her is keeping dahyun safe.

which is why when dahyun’s parents get a divorce in the middle of fifth grade, jihyo’s family is all too willing to help dahyun during the process.

it only took one night of dahyun running over to jihyo’s house, face streaked with tears because of her parents’ fighting, to convince jihyo’s family that dahyun needed to stay with them.

of course, it’s horrible that dahyun has to hurt because of her parents’ split; jihyo knows that. but selfishly, she’s thrilled to have the girl even closer to her. she likes having sleepovers with dahyun almost every night. she likes having the younger girl holed up so sweetly in her bed.

dahyun is soft and warm and utterly pliant in her arms. her hands slot perfectly in between jihyo’s. dahyun makes her feel so many emotions.

after that summer, the divorce is settled and dahyun moves back to her own house. jihyo complains about it more than a few times, and dahyun can only roll her eyes exasperatedly and remind the older girl that they have sleepovers practically every weekend anyway.

when the two of them go to middle school, they drift apart. they still sit together and lunch and talk frequently, but due to jihyo’s excessive club leadership positions and dahyun’s involvement in the music programs at school, they’re left with less time to spend with each other.

this newfound time apart manifests itself in the form of new friends. in seventh grade, jihyo’s vice captain of the tennis club, with an eighth grader named yoo jeongyeon as president. in another lifetime, jihyo thinks, they would’ve had the potential to be best friends. their sense of humor and competitive nature match each other perfectly.

but in this lifetime, jihyo can’t bring herself to care that deeply about jeongyeon because she can’t get the image of a certain girl out of her mind.

she’s still good friends with jeongyeon, though, especially because jeongyeon’s best friend - im nayeon - is the president of drama club, which jihyo’s also the vice president of. together, the three of them form a little trio, and jihyo finds their company enjoyable. their trio turns to a quartet with the new addition of momo, a mutual friend of nayeon and jeongyeon.

dahyun finds some other friends too - quite a few, honestly. she’s coming out of her shell more often these days, jihyo notices. chaeyoung and tzuyu, two sixth graders that are the same age as dahyun, follow dahyun around these days. a shy and reserved girl named mina follows, and sana joins her in the spring semester.

as luck would have it, sana and momo are bosom buddies and it’s through them that jihyo and dahyun’s friend groups interlace.

she’s glad to be around dahyun more often again. (there’s a soft spot in her heart for dahyun - she suspects there always will be.) she laughs hopelessly when dahyun overdramatically serenades her when they go out to karaoke. she likes feeling dahyun’s hand in hers again, relieved when she notes that they still fit perfectly together.

she’s in love with dahyun, she realizes one day. jihyo’s read her fair share of romance books, but she’s never consumed anything where a character has such a nonchalant interpersonal discovery.

if this were a novel, she’d run into the rain and confess her feelings for dahyun, or excitedly text her friends to ask for advice, or push her love interest away because she doesn’t want to ‘risk their friendship.’

but this isn’t a novel. jihyo blinks up at the ceiling. she’s in love with dahyun, the earth will keep spinning, and nothing changes except the emergence of a delightfully fuzzy feeling in her chest that she wants to be there forever. she smiles.

they’re no longer children anymore when they enter high school - dahyun’s become sickeningly attractive. jihyo feels nauseous whenever she looks at her - no longer is dahyun the cute little baby that she once knew - she’s taller than jihyo now, and absolutely stunning.

unfortunately, jihyo’s not the only one who seems to notice this. chaeyoung’s absolutely lovesick over dahyun for the better part of their freshman year, much to the dismay of both jihyo and mina. she spends all of her time drooling over how sweet dahyun is, and in front of mina sometimes too. did this girl have no tact? jihyo wants to punch her.

eventually, chaeyoung gets over dahyun and her and mina start dating in the summer. jihyo’s fervently relieved by this outcome.

her feelings are confusing - she loves dahyun, she wants the younger girl beyond belief, but she can’t bear to confess. maybe it’s because she’s scared of dahyun’s response - even jihyo, her closest friend, can’t read her half the time. maybe it’s because she doesn’t think she’s worthy of being with dahyun. maybe she’s just a coward.

so jihyo and dahyun enter sophomore year and jihyo dives in headfirst into overextending herself in academic achievement to repress any romantic urges she may or may not possess towards her best friend.

dahyun and her don’t hold hands anymore or cuddle, but they still text daily and hang out during the weekends when jihyo’s not busy with her clubs. dahyun is endlessly attentive and forgiving when jihyo’s in a foul mood or late due to setbacks in her schedule. jihyo buys the younger girl treats as her thanks. dahyun’s changed a lot since they were kids, but she still had a sweet tooth.

jihyo wonders if everyone does this - texts them good night at 2am in the morning and feeds them ice cream and daydreams about kissing them - with their best friends. she’s not in a rush to find out.

dahyun comes knocking on her back door at an ungodly hour one night of their sophomore summer. jihyo scrambles out of bed and quickly rushes to open it for her.

jihyo’s so screwed.

jihyo’s mouth dries as she takes her in, dahyun’s elegant hair falling in dark waves over her shoulders, her short silk pajamas being too revealing for jihyo’s tastes, her radiant face illuminated by pale moonlight.

fuck, she’s so screwed!

“hey hyo,” dahyun mumbles thickly, nerves apparent. “can i talk about something? it’s kind of important?”

jihyo immediately nods and urges dahyun to come in, grabbing dahyun an extra robe and leading her by the hand to her room.

“of course, hyun,” jihyo reassures soothingly once they’re sitting next to each other at the front of jihyo’s bed.

“i’m here for you, always.”

(dahyun doesn’t know how true that is. she has no idea of the depths of jihyo’s affections, would probably never comprehend how much jihyo would do for her.)

dahyun takes a deep, shuddering breath, and jihyo tries to mask her concern. did something happen with her stepparents again? was she getting bullied? is she having depressive thoughts? is she moving back to korea? does she have cancer? jihyo overthinks and her mind almost crashes.

“i’m lesbian,” dahyun says. the room is so quiet you can hear a pin drop. jihyo almost laughs - thank goodness the news wasn’t anything awful - but she remembers that dahyun is terrified and she would be deeply hurt if jihyo responded in a laid-back manner.

“there’s nothing wrong with that,” jihyo is quick to respond, firmly. she knows dahyun’s parents are quiet conservative. “that’s perfectly okay, dahyun. thank you for sharing this with me.”

dahyun looks up at her, all gentle and vulnerable, and jihyo’s brain almost short-circuits. “thank you, unnie. can i…” dahyun swallows. “can i stay with you tonight?”

��no,’ jihyo wants to respond, ‘because i’ll have a heart attack and need to be carted to the emergency room if i so much as graze your bare legs with my own.’

“of course.” jihyo’s smile is wobbly. she’d do anything for dahyun.

jihyo slips off into dreamland in a mess of tangled limbs and endless pining.

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