#i started hicupping when tzuyu hiccuped in the fic

[allfortzu]

in my dreams you love me back

-- dahyun / tzuyu. 1.9k, fluff / suggestive-ish. MEN DNI.

tzuyu listens to dahyun sing.

tzuyu lies conscious in the dead of night. 

she hears dahyun’s voice softly through the walls, wonders if she’s writing a new song. 

there's a thought that's long settled itself in the back of her mind.

would it be strange to call her now, for no reason other than to hear her better? 

tzuyu surmises it would, especially if dahyun sees her no other way and unrequited lovers shouldn't call each other when they are touch starved and lonely at three am on a friday night.

 

but her heart is heavy and everything feels so cold by herself.

this hour has never been known for good decisions. 

the call rings twice. tzuyu feels a little pathetic. 

but she does pick up. 

“tzuyu?” 

that’s all she needs to be impulsive again. 

“can i come over?”

dahyun doesn’t reply.

the world seems to go silent, more silent than it already is. there’s a shuffle on the other line, a phone set aside. tzuyu doesn’t hear a guitar strumming anymore, nor does she hear dahyun breathe. 

she regrets asking almost immediately. 

“i mean, come over and take that guitar away from you because it’s noisy.”

moments like these, tzuyu wonders why she even tries. 

she doesn’t know what’s worst; avoidance as a defense mechanism or clinginess as a coping one. maybe she’s not much of a rational thinker when it comes to dahyun. 

dahyun huffs, finally making noise. “hey, i was just fingerpicking, don't exaggerate!" 

"well, just- " tzuyu bites her lip. "turn it down!" or else i might just fall that much harder for you and your stupid pretty love songs. or else you'll plague my mind until sunrise and i'll never be able to forget the sound of your voice. 

"and if i say no?" 

i won't do anything about it. 

"then i'm coming over personally and banning you from ever playing after ten pm again." 

dahyun laughs. "okay." 

does she think she's joking?

"what?" 

tzuyu really doesn’t understand dahyun sometimes. 

"come over." 

...what?

“…to take your guitar?”

another laugh, this time fuller, like what she said was that much funnier. "no, tzuyu, i have a new tune.”

oh. 

“i want you to come and listen." 

oh.

“unless you wanna sleep, then nevermind.” 

tzuyu’s chest tightens.

butterflies in her tummy.

a lot of the times, dahyun doesn’t know the effects of her own words. 

“no, i’m coming.”

somehow, the thought becomes more jarring the closer she gets to dahyun's door. 

she's never really gotten this far before, has she? 

now that she's here, she's not quite sure how to go about it. 

she lifts a knuckle, hesitating for a split second before fully committing to the knock. 

two times. not too eager.

the door opens in a flash.

dahyun in all her glory. 

there are no words exchanged between them.

dahyun pulls her in by the wrist, the room illuminated by the moon, and fetches her guitar on the way. white in colour, because tzuyu told her she liked it more than plain mahogany. 

dahyun pats the space on her bed. “sit here.”

tzuyu squeezes in, settling cosily. she pulls her knees up to her chest so she can look at dahyun straight on and still leave enough room for both of them and a guitar. maybe also to be closer. 

“It’s just a melody, but tell me if it’s good.” 

they’ve both seem to have forgotten tzuyu’s previous threat of confiscating guitars. 

“i’m not much of a musician,” tzuyu warns. 

if dahyun knew better she would know tzuyu gets distracted just watching her. 

“i trust you.” 

it’s that simple. 

dahyun plays. 

she picks at the strings, the same tune tzuyu heard from her room before she called. tzuyu can tell she already knows the words to the song but for some reason isn’t singing. 

she doesn’t know if the flutter in her chest comes from the music or the intimacy of it all, but dahyun looks prettiest playing her guitar and tzuyu wishes she could kiss her. she wishes she’d call before so she could listen to every song dahyun’s ever wrote. she wishes this song was about her. 

dahyun stops playing though, perhaps she's noticed tzuyu's zoned out. “thinking hard?” 

tzuyu laughs sheepishly. “it’s good.” she doesn’t know how else to put it. “i like it.” 

maybe the response sounds half-hearted, but dahyun’s always been able to understand the words tzuyu never quite knew how to say. 

dahyun grins. “did you see what i did there? the major to the parallel minor change?” she’s bouncing in place a bit now, the musical genius in her eager to come out of its shell. 

tzuyu has no idea what she’s going on about, but she nods enthusiastically anyway. “my favourite part, arguably.” 

“right!” dahyun chirps. “i thought it would be weird, but it adds a nostalgic feel to it, doesn’t it?” 

again, tzuyu has not even a hint what major or parallel minors are, nor does she know what gives songs a nostalgic feel, but she knows she enjoys seeing dahyun this way. “yeah, it really does!” 

she can’t help but ask, “what’s the song about?” 

dahyun stops grinning. tzuyu fears she’s asked the wrong question. 

but then dahyun leans closer, over her guitar, a sudden teasing lilt in her voice. “what do you think?” 

tzuyu’s never been very good at reading people. “i don’t know,” she mumbles. what’s dahyun planning now? “what were you thinking about when you came up with it?” 

dahyun laughs. tzuyu doesn’t know what’s so funny, but dahyun’s smile is bright, and she’s very pretty up close.

“i was thinking about you.”

it’s inevitable, really, for tzuyu not to fall in love when dahyun says things like that. a natural flirt.

“hey, don’t say things like that,” tzuyu chides. “what if i develop feelings?” it's a joke, or maybe not. 

“would that be so bad?” dahyun raises a playful brow. “little old me bagging the chou tzuyu? the media’s gonna have a field day.”

tzuyu giggles at that, uncontrollably flushed at the praise. “keep it down low then, write secret love songs about me?” why is she playing into dahyun's trap? 

it’s excessively flirty, probably, but tzuyu can’t seem to help herself. 

“yeah, love songs about thr mystery lover of mine who has the softest lips and cutest smile, and doesn’t know music but pretends to care when i talk about it?” 

there’s a thought in the back of tzuyu’s mind screaming, maybe she’s talking about someone else, maybe she shouldn't keep entertaining this fantasy. maybe this is a bad idea. 

but tzuyu is selfish, so she keeps going.

“how romantic, i could kiss you right now,” she jokes. not really.

dahyun shuffles closer, laughing. “really?” 

she puckers her lips playfully and closes her eyes. she's waiting for tzuyu to nudge her disapprovingly or something of that sort.

normally, tzuyu would. 

it’s how it always goes, isn’t it? 

yet, there’s something about the darkness around them and dahyun lit by moonlight that makes tzuyu press a hand softly over dahyun’s lips. 

everything is soft under her palm. 

tzuyu lays a gentle kiss on the one side. 

if dahyun keeps her eyes close, she would never know. 

a kiss, barely.  

they don’t move. tzuyu imagines she’s kissing back. 

but she pulls back, and leaves her hand on dahyun’s lips. she pretends everything is real for a moment. 

dahyun tugs her hand away herself. 

they’re silent for a while. 

she looks at tzuyu, eyes darting, lips parted. tzuyu's heart is thrumming in her head, deafening. 

then a laugh bubbles from dahyun’s throat, light and airy. “what kind of k-drama kiss was that?” she teases. 

tzuyu soars and falls. “what?” 

she’s frozen in place, uncertain. doesn’t know if dahyun’s weirded out, or maybe trying to hide it all with humour as she always does. 

“come here.” 

tzuyu’s too scared to move. 

“tzuyu,” dahyun repeats. “come here.” 

tzuyu listens. of course she does.

their knees touch. dahyun slides a cool hand behind her neck. 

“next time,” she says, pulling tzuyu's face downwards. the touch tingles until tzuyu can’t see anything but her. “kiss me like this.” 

tzuyu is pulled downwards. 

dahyun presses her lips into hers fully. 

tzuyu’s mind goes blank. 

oh.

tzuyu’s mind is filled with infinite thoughts. 

her breath catches in her throat, all the air in her lungs sucked out. heart pounding so quick it threatens to burst out her chest. 

dahyun’s lips are mind-numbingly soft. 

warm. 

gentle. 

everything tzuyu imagined. everything more. 

she tastes like melted sugar, tastes like everything nice in this world. tzuyu might just combust. 

she gets carried away. she always does.

she pushes forward for more, addicted. captures dahyun’s lips when they part, grasps onto the hem of her shirt so she doesn’t stray. 

once. twice. insatiable. 

this is her favourite place on earth. this is a dream. 

she melts into the kiss like mercury to a mould. snow to lava. slow, like they have all the time in the world. 

then there’s a hand squeezing her shoulder, digging into skin. so painfully good she's snapped out of her trance. she opens her eyes for just a moment. 

dahyun is flushed and flustered beneath her, pushed back on her elbows. her pyjama shirt ridden up her tummy, dangerously high, abs taut and heaving under tzuyu's fingers because tzuyu's greedy hands couldn't stop touching. 

tzuyu jolts back. 

"i'm so sorry," she scrambles in a panic. "that was over the line." 

dahyun is still out of it. "hm?" 

tzuyu's head is hot from embarrassment. "we just…" 

"kissed?" 

"i'm sorry."

dahyun is still panting, dazed. "are you regretting it?" 

"no!" it's so loud, she might as well have just woken up the whole dorm.  

"no," tzuyu says again, quieter.

"then what's wrong?" 

what's wrong? 

what's wrong is what comes next. 

"is this…okay?" 

is it okay when you don't like me the same way i like you? 

"why wouldn't it be?" 

you're so dense. 

"because i like you, dahyun."  

is this it? 

she has so much to say. 

tzuyu keeps going, because she will never be able to do this again. 

"so don't…don't talk to me so nicely, and don't kiss me like that, and everything." she rubs at her wet cheeks uselessly, snot getting messier. her voice cracks in between, throat closed pathetically, suddenly sniffling, hiccuping. can't even see dahyun through the tears anymore. it's stupid. dahyun's so stupid. "i don't know how to stop liking you, stop making me like you." 

dahyun is stunned silent. tzuyu has never been more scared. 

then, a murmur. "...don't stop." 

"what?" 

"i'm not stopping." dahyun purses her lips. "i don't know what happens now, but i like you, and i like us, so don't stop yet."

tzuyu feels like she's missed a few plot points. 

"you like me?" 

"wasn't that obvious enough? i kissed you?"

"well- i thought it was a platonic kiss?"

"tzuyu! you're so dense!" 

she's dense? 

god, maybe she is. 

tzuyu gasps, face flushing. "no, you're dense! shut up!" 

dahyun laughs. all the tension dissipates in an instant. "okay, i'll tell you straight: that wasn't platonic, and i'll kiss you right now if you don't stop me." 

the air becomes warm all around again, and dahyun's eyes fall as she leans over tzuyu once more. "and don't stop yourself." 

tzuyu lays a careful hand over dahyun's waist. she doesn't think she'll be able to stop herself anyway.

dahyun sits astride her.

oh fuck. 

"your call, baby." 

the pet name sends flutters down her tummy.

tzuyu surges forward for another kiss.

arguably my favourite ship, very underrated </3

thank you for reading! interactions appreciated <3