#jihyo fic

[nr1chaedickrider]

I can only be me when i'm by your side - i'm not a monster.

As time passes recovering, you've seemed to found your place in Jihyo's arms.

cw: fluff, smut, angst, petnames, virgin!reader, sweet girl!jihyo, popular but not so popular!jihyo, basketball player!jihyo, both are 18 but they are students, mentions of death, drunk confessions, they fall in love pretty fast, lwk rushed, lmk if there is more ^_^, ~ 4k words

if you're thinking "hm! i read this fic somewhere... yes! its my heeseung fic from my bg blog @adorwoo ! which i wanted to use for jihyo !^_^ hope you enjoy anyway.

men dni.

It's not your fault.

It's not your fault.

It's not your fault.

It's not your...

Is it really?

The rain beats down on your black umbrella, the lines from Dahyun's letter playing over and over in your head. It feels like you're trapped in a vicious cycle, not being able to think of anything else.

But why?

Why didn't she tell you?

Were all those conversations about the mutual trust between you two a lie? Was it just talk to keep you from worrying?

If someone had told you a week ago that you had to be at her funeral because she had killed herself, you would have laughed at that person. Dahyun was always the happiest person you've ever met.

Even if you had been told that a day ago, you wouldn't have believed it. Because in theory, it's the stupidest thing you've ever heard.

In his letter, she wrote about how much she loved you, how she enjoyed every minute and every moment with you, how it's not your fault that she's not here anymore.

She's probably right, not just probably. She's right, and you know it. But you can't stop blaming yourself. Someone has to take the blame. Someone is responsible.

You could have helped her.

You should have helped her.

Tears run down your cheeks as you stare at her grave. Her family, her friends, they are all gone. You stand here alone, not daring to leave.

'Kim Dahyun

Born on may 28, 1998.

A friend, daughter and lover.

She will continue to live in our souls.'

It feels like your eyes are glued to the writing, you can't look away. You try to regulate your breathing, taking a deep breath.

A sigh leaves your mouth as you place the white rose next to the gravestone.

You take one last look at her grave before turning and slowly walking away.

-

"I'm Y/n, nice to meet you all."

You look at the students in front of you, all of them giving you strange looks. Of course, you are a new student, but you feel uncomfortable under their gaze. The teacher smiles at you and tells you where to sit, next to a girl called Mina.

It's as if everyone has forgotten about you again as the teacher starts teaching. You sit down next to Mina and she smiles at you.

"Nice to meet you," she whispers. You smile at her.

You can't talk to her for long because she starts taking notes for the lesson. You look around at the faces of the others. It actually looks like a normal class, but your eyes land on a girl.

She looks shorter than you, her hair is brown as well as her eyes. She's wearing a white t-shirt.

"Have you laid your eye on someone?" asks Mina, laughing a little.

"No!" you answer, a little too loudly, and you put your head on the table as a few people look at you. "I was just looking at her," you whisper.

"Yeah yeah... that's what they all say" she says.

You slowly lose yourself in your thoughts as memories of Dahyun come flooding back.

Should you even look at other girls? Is it bad?

Would Dahyun hate you for trying to find love again?

It's been more than two months since she died, but you can't stop thinking about her.

Maybe it's normal, your behavior. Your overthinking of everything, maybe you're not the only person who feels this way? Maybe there is someone else who is just as lost in their thoughts as you are.

Maybe you are simply not alone.

However, your thoughts are interrupted by the bell and Mina.

"I can show you a few things here at school if you want," she suggests, and you gratefully accept her help.

You spend the whole lunch break running after her while she shows you around.

"Why did you change schools anyway? Your old one is a pretty well-known one, and much better than here," she asks, before taking a bite of her sandwich.

The question makes you wonder, and you think about whether you should just lie to her and say that you moved, or that you were somehow bullied at your school - but somehow it feels wrong. Because you neither moved nor were you bullied. No, everything was actually fine.

Actually,

Somehow everything changed after her death.

Your classmates started looking at you funny, and you still don't know whether they are looks of pity or looks of condemnation because they blame you.

"I don't know" is your answer, and somehow it's true. Sometimes you really have no idea why you changed schools, but Mina doesn't need to know the whole truth.

She just nods in response as she continues to eat.

"The girl you were looking at in English, her name is Jihyo by the way" she says.

What?

"Why are you telling me this?" you ask.

"Because you were staring at her a lot - you looked really interested in her" she replies with a little grin.

"How many times do I have to tell you, I wasn't staring at her..." you laugh a little, but can't hide your despair. Why does she think you're interested in her?

-

"Watch out!" someone shouts, but before you can react, a basketball hits you.

You fall to the floor, your head hurts and you feel slightly dizzy as you slowly open your eyes.

The girl from your English class is kneeling on the floor in front of you, looking at you, trying to see if you're okay.

It's like a cliché high school movie.

"Are you okay?" she asks, a couple of other girls come over, but she just tells them to get something to cool off and shoos them away.

The things that can happen when you want to visit the gym...

You nod slowly, after a few blinks your vision is no longer blurry.

Another girl comes back and hands Jihyo a cold pack.

"Here, take this," she says and puts it in your hand, her hand on your shoulder to support you.

You hold it to your head, biting the inside of your cheek slightly from the cold.

Before she can say anything else, she is called by his coach, at the same moment Mina comes to you.

"I was looking for you," she says and helps you up.

You watch Jihyo jogging across the field before you leave the gym.

-

New week, new luck?

Every day you tried desperately to talk to Jihyo somehow, but suddenly she was always gone after class and you were never put in a group together.

But it looks like luck is on your side for once.

"Here's the list of groups, you have to give a presentation in pairs on a play of your choice," your English teacher announces.

You look at the picture projected on the wall.

Chaeyoung and Mina,

Sana and Miyeon,

Jihyo and Y/n,

Jeongyeon and...

Wait, what?

You read the list again and once more you see your name and Jihyo's name next to each other.

"Jihyo and Y/n," you say quietly.

"Are you happy?" Mina asks teasingly with a grin on her lips.

"Are you happy that you have to work with Chaeyoung?" you ask back - Mina doesn't answer.

Before your teacher can give you any more homework for the break, the school bell rings and everyone rushes out of the classroom.

You walk (or rather, run) to Jihyo who is packing her things away.

"Hey, I was wondering when we should meet," you say, and she looks up at you and smiles. You feel your cheeks turning red.

She puts on his backpack and stands up.

"How about Friday afternoon? My place?" she suggests and you nod.

She takes a pen from her pocket, "Give me your hand," she says, you are confused but do it anyway.

She opens the pen with her mouth, the cap between her teeth as she gently writes on your hand.

Her phone number.

It feels like she's giving you an autograph.

"Text me and I'll send you my address," she says, and before you can answer, she walks out of the room.

You look down at your hand and see a little smiley face next to her number.

You can't help but giggle as you look at it.

-

You stare at your phone - up to her front door and back down to your phone.

You are 10 minutes early and don't dare to ring the doorbell.

"You know you can just ring the bell?" someone asks you, you look up and see Jihyo smiling at you.

"I'm early, that's why-"

"Not a problem," she interrupts you.

She lets you in and closes the door behind her.

Her house is beautiful, modern and yet somehow old-fashioned.

"My parents aren't here, so I thought we could study in the living room," she says, and you nod, leaning your backpack against the table.

"Water?" she asks and you take it gratefully.

You drink a little before she sits down across from you.

You both leaf through the books, take notes, talk briefly about certain passages, but otherwise no one says anything.

Jihyo decides to break the awkward atmosphere.

"I wanted to apologize again, for the basketball," she says, and you laugh a little.

"You don't have to apologize, things like that can happen," you reply.

"Have you ever had a girlfriend?" she asks, and instead of answering, you are completely silent, thinking.

Memories of Dahyun come back while Jihyo looks at you and waits for your answer.

"Yes, I did, but she died a few months ago," you answer.

She nods slightly, "Can I ask how he died?" she asks in a quiet, polite tone, as if she really wants to make sure that she's asking something that doesn't hurt you in any way.

"Suicide," you say, short and meager, without many details (whether you know many details at all is another question).

She looks at you with a supportive look, one that makes you feel like she's really listening and that she really understands you.

Maybe she understands you even more than you think?

She puts her hand on yours with a slight smile.

"Thank you for confiding in me," she says, your cheeks slightly flushed, hers too.

You both look at each other for a moment before she lets go and you both go back to work.

-

If only the work had gone on for longer.

After the one meeting, you saw her every day of the vacation. Always with the excuse that you supposedly "need to add something" (does going to the movies together add something to your project?).

It's been more than a week since you first met.

"You're in love," Mina says as she parks her car in front of Jihyo's house.

"I-"

"Don't even try to find an excuse, it's all good" she replies with a small grin.

You both get out of the car and walk to her house, the music so loud you can hear it several meters away.

How Jihyo, who is slightly drunk, hears the doorbell is also a mystery to you.

"Hey guys!" she greets you, she shakes Mina's hand and gives her a kind of high five, she gives you a hug.

You smile at her as the three of you walk into the living room.

"I'm going to Chaeyoung," Mina whispers, or rather shouts, in your ear before disappearing.

"Y/n, do you want to play a drinking game with us?" asks Jihyo, you nod.

Maybe it was a stupid decision.

Jihyo and her friends (of whom you only know Jeongyeon) only understand drinking games to mean taking shots and asking stupid questions.

Either answer - or drink.

You always chose the second option.

After about 7 questions (maybe more, maybe less - you lost count of that pretty fast) you get up and say that you need some fresh air.

Since you've been to her house several times, you know where the upstairs balcony is.

It's quite big, with a parasol and two folding chairs. You sit down on one and close your eyes, your head throbs a little.

"Are you okay?" someone asks after a few minutes.

To your surprise (not really a surprise), Jihyo stands next to you before sitting down on the chair to your right.

"Yeah, it's just the alcohol," you say.

You and alcohol, not really a good combination.

Especially not when you're sitting next to the girl you're in love with.

"Do you have a girlfriend?" you ask out of nowhere.

She shakes his head, "I thought it was obvious" she says and laughs a little.

"I love you" you confess.

She turns to you, but before he can answer anything, you keep talking.

"I know we haven't known each other that long... a month?? more? less? but-... I just have this feeling with you that I only used to have with her"

"I thought I'd never feel it again," you say, a tear running down your cheek.

Jihyo looks at you, her eyes slightly watery.

Is she crying too?

"Y/n" she says, interrupting your continued rambling.

She gets up, kneels down in front of your chair, and -

kisses you.

Her soft lips on yours.

She pulls away after just a few seconds and you already feel like you miss her lips.

"I love you too Y/n" she says softly.

You look at her in amazement.

"Really?" you ask.

"That's why I asked if you had a girlfriend" now it all makes so much more sense.

She pulls you up and takes you to the guest room. She tries to lay you down on the bed but you pull her with you and she falls on top of you.

You both stare at each other and laugh a little.

"You're drunk, get some rest," she says, kissing your forehead.

"I'll be here when you wake up"

-

And she really is next to you when you wake up.

"Good morning..." you groan as you rub your eyes.

She smiles at you, "good morning" she says, from the look on her face you suspect she woke up just a few minutes before you.

You pull her closer to you by her collar and kiss her, she kisses you back while her hand is on your cheek.

The kiss is just perfect, gentle, slow, a perfect way to start his morning.

But it can also be perfect in another way.

It gets warmer under the covers as you continue kissing, she kisses down your jaw to your neck, leaving a trail of wet kisses on it. You can't help but rub your thighs together a little.

"What about the others?" you ask.

"I kicked them out yesterday after you fell asleep" she says, continuing to kiss your neck, even nibbling on it, making you let out soft moans.

"Jihyo, I think you should know that I am a virgin" you say, your cheeks heating up a little in embarrassment.

She giggles a little, kissing you on the lips again.

"Nothing to be embarrassed about baby" she replies with a smile.

She gets on top of you, continuing to kiss you.

You think kissing Jihyo is the best thing in the world.

Her hands trail over your body, giving you a soft squeeze here and there.

"Can I?" she asks, her hand playing with the buttons on your pants.

"Please" you answer with a smile.

She complies and opens them, pulling off your pants and leaving you in your underwear.

You sit up a little, your hands on her waist, feeling up her muscles, especially her abs.

"Want me to take it off?" she asks, you nod.

She pulls off her shirt over her head, dropping it somewhere on the floor.

Your finger trails up his stomach to her bra, looking at her like she is a work of art (she definetly is one).

"Done admiring me?" she asks with a teasing grin, to which you reply "never".

She leans down again, kissing your face as she starts to trail them down till he arrives at the waistband of your underwear.

"Can I?" she asks again, "yes" you answer, already out of breath.

She takes your underwear off, her hands placed on your thighs as she leaves kisses everywhere.

You can definetly tell that she has a thing for kissing.

When she places a kiss right on your clit though, you let out a small moan.

She begins licking and sucking on it, making you grab her hair with your hands as your fingers curl deeper into her scalp, leaving a delicious burn.

She drags her tongue down as she circles your core, slowly entering it a little.

You let out more moans as you turn your head to the side, moaning into the pillow.

Her tongue feels so good when you realise that you are closer and closer to your climax.

"Jihyo- I think I'm gonna-"

"Let it out princess" she mumbles against your core, the vibrations of her voice stimulating you even more as you cum into her mouth.

She smiles at you as he sits up, watching you coming down from your high.

You smile back at him as your cheeks turn red again.

"Can I?" she asks, her fingers trailing down your soft skin as her nails scratch you a little.

You look at her hand, a few veins poking out, her fingers thin but long.

You look at her again, nodding.

You pulled her closer as she rubs your clit with her fingers, you suck in your breath as she slowly pushes them in, the little stretch burning in a way that makes you even hornier.

She slips them in completly, you let out a moan in response. She takes your hand with her free one as your fingers intertwine.

She starts to slowly thrust into you, kissing you again as her tongue explores your mouth.

"You're so tight baby.." she mumbles into your mouth.

You can't help but let out louder moans when she starts to speed up a little.

Her fingers drive you crazy, it feels like she is everywhere, you feel her everywhere in your body as she exits and enters you.

"P-please jihyo- faster" you moan out, and who would she be if she wouldn't listen to your wishes?

She speeds up her thrusts, kissing down your neck again as her hot breath hits your skin.

Your hand grips the pillow your hand is laying on, moaning against your arm as you can feel Jihyo curling her fingers.

She thrusts into you again before you moan loudly, cumming as your thighs close around her wrist, panting heavily as she lets herself fall onto the spot next to you.

You both stare at the ceiling, the only sounds the heavy breathing from you.

You move her hand to yours and intertwine your fingers. She moves her head to the side to look at you, smiling.

You think seeing her smiling is something you can never get enough of.

-

Idiots in love, thats how you two can be described.

The next few months were full of love. Kisses here, kisses there. It didn't even have to be sexual, no, it was always romantic, no matter what you did together.

After a few months, she gave you a ring.

"One day I'll buy you an expensive, real diamond ring and ask you to marry me," she said, and since then you've both worn the matching rings without taking them off once.

If only it had stayed that way.

It's late at night, you're lying in bed reading a book when you get a message.

"I love you,

I'm sorry" - from Jihyo.

You sit up and stare at your cell phone.

"What's wrong?" you type and send the message, she replies,

"I can't take it anymore"

She can't take it anymore?

You feel a twinge in your head as you suddenly realize something.

It's too similar to Dahyun's goodbye.

"I can't live in this world anymore" she wrote in her text.

You look at her location, and without hesitation you walk, no - storm out of your apartment and run to her.

She's not far away, a bridge situated over a river only 5 minutes away, and you think you've never been so grateful for anything.

You squeeze your eyes shut, trying to see anything while your clothes get wetter and wetter, the rain completly drenches you.

Again it feels like a cliché love drama.

Only maybe this time you have the chance to have a happy ending.

Your legs are burning from all the running as you arrive on the bridge.

"Jihyo!" you shout, the rain pattering loudly on the asphalt, forcing you to shout even louder for her.

Her bike is right next to her, one leg over the railing, her hands gripping it tightly, as if she's...

Scared?

"Y/n?" she answers, her voice low and shaky.

"Please..." you say as you walk slowly towards her.

She doesn't stop you when you take her hand in yours.

"Why didn't you tell me?" you ask, she looks at you as a tear runs down her cheek.

"I-... I didn't want you to worry. I thought this feeling would go away if I didn't talk to anyone about it," she says.

Whether your face is wet from the rain or your tears, you don't know.

"Believe me, you have to talk to me, then it will get better," you say.

Her face comes closer to yours and, without answering, she kisses you.

You kiss her back, try to grab her so you can hold her closer - but she lets go.

Completely.

You slowly open your eyes, afraid of what you will see - but you see nothing.

No one.

The rain completely overwhelms you.

"No..." you whisper, looking down on the floor and picking up something shiny.

Her ring.

You look out over the railing and see the water turning slightly red.

It feels like you're trapped in a vicious circle, like you'll never find peace again.

You are trapped, with no way out.

-

While other people find the rain soothing, you find it to be more like torture.

While other people would stay indoors in weather like this, you're outside again.

Again in front of a grave.

But this time it's Jihyo's.

Everything feels too similar and you hate it more than anything.

"It's not your fault" is a sentence you started to hate.

You hoped so much that you would never have to hear or read it again.

"Why didn't you talk to me..." you whisper, as if she could hear you.

Your hand clutches the letter, it slowly getting soaked by the rain.

You don't dare to move.

"You knew what happened..."

All time does is passing -

"Why did you hide it from me..." Your voice is full of despair.

And all you ever do is grieve.

"Life without you is no way to live" the white flower falls on his grave -

just like her ring,

engraved with your name.

She helped you recover from Dahyun's death.

You just wish you wouldn't have to recover over her death alone now.

In another universe, you've seemed to found your place in Jihyo's arms.

In this universe, you're left alone,

again.

[heechwe]

𝖙𝖜𝖎𝖈𝖊 𝖉𝖗𝖆𝖇𝖇𝖑𝖊𝖘 - 𝖎.

ʚɞ pairing: park jihyo x fem!reader ʚɞ word count: 0.3k ʚɞ genre: fluff ʚɞ tags: college!au ʚɞ synopsis: It was love at first sip, and second, and third.

You were stunned to say the least that Jihyo, the cute girl from your philosophy class, was sitting at your usual table in the smoothie shop on campus. Her drink seems to be either strawberry or raspberry from the pink tinge inside of the plastic cup, but it could have been your least favorite flavor and you still would admire her taste all the same. The most important part's her presence and how beautiful she looks both in and out of class.

Jihyo's hair's in a ponytail and she's wearing some form of workout gear, potentially meaning she was either coming from or planning to go to a workout session. Beautiful, smart, conscious about her health...she was perfect.

She looks up and smiles at you in passing, head turning back to the book she's reading. Your heart stops at her acknowledgement of your existence, and it jumps back to life when she looks up again at you in recognition.

She says your name with a smile and waves you over. Without thinking twice, you walk quickly over to your booth, your crush commendeering it as her own. "Now I remember! You argued with the professor about medical ethics."

You chuckle and clutch your smoothie tighter. The condensation from the drink mixes with the sweat on your palm. "Yeah, I don't get so easily heated, but you know how it can be in discussions."

"Right," she says, laughing. Her eyes motion towards the empty seat at her booth. "You want to sit? No fun to drink a smoothie alone, right?"

You swallow the anxious knot in your throat and sit down in front of her. Was this real? Was she actually interested in talking to you more?

"What flavor did you get?"

"Blueberry pomegranate," you reply.

"I knew I should've gotten that one! I picked strawberry kiwi." She takes your drink from your hand and takes a long sip from your cup, looking you in the eyes the entire time.

Was she fucking flirting?

The answer seems to come in her infectious smirk. "Your smoothie is definitely better than mine."

You pluck up every ounce of courage you can and offer, "How about I buy you a new cup? You can spot me on the next one."

She nods, a dimple appearing. "I'd like that."

[kimbappykidding]

Imagine being in a fake relationship with Exo's Sehun...but falling for the one and only Park Jihyo

You and Sehun had been best friends for years. You went to the same school and were thrilled that each of you debuted. You both came out to each other as bisexual at 16 and bonded so much over being closeted idols. So much so, your Red Velvet members and Sehun's Exo ones all thought you were dating until you came out to them too. Your members were all so supportive and things were good until Sehun nearly got outed. There were rumours Sehun and another male idol were more than friends and the story was going to be published. Although they had no proof, SM was panicked and Sehun was told to find a solution. When Sehun explained the situation you volunteered to help as his fake girlfriend. You'd be each other's beards and sure you'd both get hate and abuse for "dating" but Sehun wouldn't receive a torrent of homophobic abuse and potentially lose his job so you were happy to help. So SM hurried to take couplex photos of you in staged situations, "leaked" them to a newspaper and your story came out the day before Sehun's fake boyfriend story making it seem like blatant lies. Your story got a lot of attention but SM were supportive and protected you. You didn't read the hate comments and after a few months they they died down.

So things began to stabilise, and then you met the most powerful woman on the planet. Park Jihyo.

To be fair you already knew Jihyo. You were naturally intuned to powerful women in the industry and were a Twice fan of course. So you'd admired Jihyo for some time and then one day your most mischievous members Nayeon and Yeri started talking and realised you two would be perfect together. So they tested the waters with both of you and started setting you up. Of course, Jihyo was confused at first, despite you and Sehun never officially confirming the rumours there had been lots of photos of the two of you on what looked like dates and everyone in the industry knew you were close. However, Yeri assured her you were into girls without giving too much away about your and Sehun's arrangement and Jihyo agreed to a date. She supposed the photos could've been old and since you had good taste (liking her and Sehun) she agreed to the date.

The second Jihyo walked through the door you knew you were in trouble because she was just so your type!

She walked in with her gorgeous jet-black hair straightened and hanging past her shoulders. Her bangs were expertly styled and her makeup looked impeccable. She was in a gorgeous black top and caramel skirt combo making her tanned skin look like it was glowing. She was stunning and you were glad the restaurant was big so you could compose yourself a little before she got to you. "Y/n" she smiled showing off her gorgeous teeth and you rushed to get to your feet "Jihyo hey, it's so nice to see you" you smiled giving her a hug. "You too!" she smiled and you realised her smile was also supermodel-worthy before recalling this was a date and you were here to impress. "Let me get your chair" you said and pulled it out for her. Jihyo looked surprised but happily accepted, seeming pleased with your chivalrous act.

"I've got to say I'm very excited" Jihyo said making you beam. "Are you now?" you asked and she nodded "yes because I have no idea what to expect, I had zero clue you were into girls". You nodded "yeah I'm bisexual and have admired you for a while so when Yeri told me you were also bi I was very happy". Jihyo smiled "it's nice to meet another member of the community, I think there's more of us than we realise". "Oh totally!" you cried "at least 1 in 6 of the population is gay so that's a ton of us idols". Jihyo nodded "yeah statistically there's a lot of us". You nodded "you look beautiful tonight by the way, you always look phenomenal but this...I can't help but feel I've been treated". Jihyo smiled "I did try and put some special effort in just for you" she winked "you also look stunning" she said briefly scanning your body "that red colour on you is delicious". You smiled "thank you, I also tried to play to my strengths tonight" and Jiyho smiled "for little old me?". "There's nothing little or old but yes for you" you replied and then the waiter came, breaking up your flirting.

Your date passed super quickly in a flirty fun blur and after that, you were hooked. You got home from your date literally bouncing and your members made you sit down and tell them everything. They were all ecstatic and as you and Jihyo continued seeing each other and things just started getting better and better they couldn't be happier. However, Irene was the smartest of all of you and came up with a good question, when were you going to tell her about Sehun?

So far you'd managed to avoid talking about him too much. You'd mentioned him in passing a few times, explaining trips you'd taken together etc but never discussed your unofficial partnership. You knew from the start you weren't going to tell Jihyo on the first date, you had to protect Sehun and make sure you could trust Jihyo but now you knew you could and you didn't want things to get awkward. Things started getting more serious between you two, you'd been casually seeing each other for 2 months but wanted to take the next step and become official, so you spoke to Sehun and he agreed you could tell her.

You thought Jihyo knew suspected you were going to ask her to be your girlfriend when you suggested going for a meal in her favourite restaurant as your treat...and she did! The second she saw you'd hired the nice fancy private room she knew something was going to happen. You could tell Jihyo knew from the sexy glances she was sending you and how she kept finding any excuse to grab your hand or brush your leg. You loved how she was clearly as into you as you were with her and after mains decided to explain yourself.

After you made Jihyo laugh you smiled "I love your laugh and so many things about you...you make me so happy Jihyo". She smiled her gorgeous smile and rested her chin on her hand "really?". "Yes!" you said and she laughed again. "It's made me start thinking about us and where I can see this going and honestly there's no worries or hesitation from me. I really like you". Jihyo smiled and took your hand "I like you too Y/n...so hurry up and ask me to be your girlfriend". You laughed, in adoration of her boldness and then took a breath.

"I would of course love nothing more than for you to be my girlfriend, but there are some things I want to tell you before you agree to anything". You saw Jihyo sit up taller, bracing herself. She wasn't expecting this and you practically see herself mentally calming herself as she nodded "okay tell me". "So you know that rumour about Sehun and me dating?" you asked. Jihyo went pale "yeah?" she asked nervously. "Well it's not true" you said and Jihyo let out a breath of relief "of thank god because I really thought you were going to say you were married to him or something". You laughed "hah no! So Sehun and I aren't together and don't like each other that way but we did create the rumour on purpose". "Wait what?" Jihyo asked "you made everyone think you were dating...what for? Money? Publicity?". "No nothing like that" you said "see the thing is, Sehun is also bisexual and the week before our relationship was "leaked" the press was going to run an article outing Sehun". Jihyo's jaw dropped "what! Without his permission? That's awful". You nodded "I know right! I couldn't let that happen. Sehun's my best friend and we've known each other since we were kids, he was the first person I ever came out to" you said smiling "so we came up with a solution. We out our fake relationship first and then the newspaper won't be able to run their story without looking like idiots". Jihyo nodded "I totally get that and I think it's really brave you did that for Sehun". You shrugged "he'd do the same for me and like I said, I couldn't let my friend be treated that way. So that's what's going on with us and I wanted you to be aware of it. Neither of us has confirmed it but we do let SM take photos of us together occasionally and have them leaked to keep the rumour credible and protect us both" you explained "so I guess what I'm asking is, are you okay with dating me and the rest of the world thinking I'm with Sehun? Because I won't tell people I'm dating him but I also won't deny it".

Jihyo was quiet for a few seconds before smiling. "Y/n of course it's okay" she smiled "we can't exactly acknowledge our relationship to the Korean public so it's not like it's stopping us. All you're doing is protecting your friend and I still get to call you my girlfriend? Sounds like a great deal to me".

Jihyo calling you her girlfriend made you feel insanely happy and you grinned "so you would like to make this official? To be my girlfriend?". Jihyo nodded "I would" and you smiled "good because I really want to be yours" and kissed her.

From that moment on you were in a committed loving relationship with Jihyo! You loved calling Jihyo your girlfriend and used every opportunity to say it. Jihyo found it so cute and loved how right this felt. You of course had to be careful and couldn't tell all your friends but Jihyo still felt special with you and the privacy was actually quite nice. She'd told her members and all of your members knew so the Red Velvet members would shoot her smiles and smug looks which made her feel seen. You'd come over to the Twice house and spend time with her with her members so she got to act like a couple with you around some of her friends which was nice.

She'd met a few of your friends and knew you were close to Exo of course. You bumped into them on a date night and Sehun came right over to you taking Jihyo by surprise a little. He nodded to her but his eyes were fixed on you and he wasted no time teasing you. He only stayed for about 5 minutes but Jihyo was still shocked. She had no idea the two of you were this close, for him to think nothing of interrupting your date and pulling a chair up to your table and it began to make her suspicious.

She'd spoken to her members about your agreement and then thought it was innocent and actually a pretty nice thing for you to do, which Jihyo agreed with. It was just, sometimes she'd see a headline of you and Sehun at a restaurant together or Sehun with his head on your shoulder and she'd get jealous. She knew it wasn't real but everyone else didn't know that and had just assumed you were together. It was considered a fact now and it bothered her to hear people talking about you as Sehun's girlfriend.

She once heard Balckpink's Jennie mention your relationship to Nayeon and she commented on how cute you and Sehun were. Nayeon froze looking to Jihyo who was similarly startled and Jennie laughed. "Oh come on we all know they're dating. We don't have to pretend they're not. I don't know why they don't just come out and say it". "Maybe they're genuinely not dating?" Nayeon tried "they could just be friends" but Jennie laughed "please! Two insanely hot people with amazing chemistry who spend tons of time together? They've got to at least tried it right?". Afterwards, Nayeon told Jihyo she had nothing to worry about but Jennie's words did stick in her head and caused some doubts because surely she was right? You must've both considered it before.

Jihyo felt like she could ask you any question so she asked you if you'd ever thought about Sehun in that way. You frowned before nodding "kinda, I did wonder if I could like Sehun like that" you admitted and Jihyo's eyes widened until you finished "for like 5 seconds. I think sometimes when you've known someone for so long it's difficult to change your view of them" you explained. "I hear so many female idols calling Sehun sexy and I get he is conventionally attractive and tall but he'll always just be that skinny teenager who ate so much peanut butter he threw up in my mom's car on the way back from a theme park" you said and Jihyo burst out laughing. She realised she had nothing to worry about...at least from you.

Jihyo believed you utterly, she could tell you were a genuine person and trusted you wouldn't lie to her. Plus you didn't have to tell her this, you could've kept quiet about your agreement with Sehun and she'd have been none the wiser. The fact you'd come forward and wanted her to know everything before she got into a relationship made her trust you even more but she didn't trust Sehun because she didn't even know him! You were both bisexual so there was a possibility he was into you and Jihyo was biased but she couldn't see how anyone could spend lots of time with you and not want to make it more. She figured Sehun might like you but could tell you didn't like him back. Maybe this rumour was working for him more than you thought. Jihyo went home and searched through those articles of the two of you and thought he looked far too happy to be wrapped around you. As your girlfriend she was officially suspicious of your fake boyfriend and always one to face a problem head-on, she asked to meet him.

You were very happy for your girlfriend to meet Sehun and took them both out for a meal. Sehun was there when the two of you arrived and he stood up to hug you and then awkwardly paused near Jihyo. "Hi" she said and also hugged him. She was determined to investigate him while also pretending everything was fine and she wasn't onto him. Jihyo was smart and knew not to give the game away or make Sehun suspect her at all and he didn't!

They had a nice 3-course meal and Jihyo was joyful and smiley the whole time. She asked Sehun about his interest and made him laugh a few times. Just before dessert arrived you went to the bathroom and that's when Jihyo decided to strike.

"So do you have any plans for the rest of tonight?" Sehun asked and Jihyo leant in "my only plan is to see what your intentions are towards my girlfriend" she glared. "I'm sorry?" Sehun said, confused how the sweet girl had changed so quickly but Jihyo didn't give him time to process. "Don't play dumb with me pretty boy, you try anything untoward with her and you'll have me to deal with!". "I'd never!" Sehun said and Jihyo nodded "you better hope for your sake that's true" she said "because I won't let anyone creep in on my girlfriend". "I promise I'm not interested in Y/n that way" Sehun said and Jihyo nodded "I know that's what you both say and I believe her, but I see the way you look at Y/n. How your eyes are drawn to her and you smile as soon as she walks in a room". "Yeah because she's my best friend!" Sehun cried but Jihyo just raised an eyebrow "sure you can stick with that story because I don't want to hear anything different. Got it? You hurt Y/n and I'll deal with you". "Okay" Sehun said still a little baffled and then Jihyo smiled widely because you'd returned. Sehun looked at you wondering if to say something but Jihyo shot him a look and she stopped because Jihyo was scary! He knew he did not want to cross her so figured he'd just have to prove to her he wasn't a threat.

Meanwhile, Jihyo was more convinced than ever that she'd caught Sehun in the act and told all the girls that. They believed her and asked what she was going to do next. She planned to keep an eye on Sehun and tell you the second she had anything concrete. The trouble was everything Sehun did made her more suspicious but she knew that wouldn't be enough for you...she needed plain hard proof and that was harder than she thought it would be.

Months ago you'd asked Jihyo what she was doing one weekend in May and she told you nothing and you replied "great!" so she assumed you had plans for the two of them. Which you did but you didn't mention they were with Sehun until the week before. "Why is he throwing a party again?" Jihyo asked as you parked in his driveway. "He just feels like he's going through a lot of changes in his life and wanted to celebrate" you said "he'll explain it better" and Jihyo doubted it. How egocentric did you have to be to throw a party because things were changing? Jihyo would never like Sehun but the good thing is, if he felt things were changing he might do something to reveal his feelings for you and Jihyo would be right there to catch him.

You'd come a little early to help set up but there were a few other people there much to Jihyo's relief. If it was just her, you and Sehun she'd have struggled greatly but some NCT and EXO members were there giving her a buffer from her least favourite maknae. She was thinking about how much better a maknae Tzuzu was than Sehun when you appeared beside her "hey! So all the food's sorted and guests will be arriving now" and the doorbell went as you said it. "Nice" Jihyo nodded "how many are coming?". "Not tons mainly Sehun's closest friends and family" you said and Jihyo eyed the door apprehensively as some people who could only be his family appeared. "It must be nice to be able to throw a party this extravagant for no real need" she said and you tensed. Jihyo noticed how your forehead creased and the slight thinning of your lips as you frowned "well it's not for nothing...as I said Sehun will explain it later and then it will make sense". Jihyo shrugged "maybe" and your frown stayed which annoyed her. She didn't see why you were always on Sehun's side and wondered if there was anything you'd ever disagree with your best friend on. Feeling a bit miffed Jihyo announced she was getting a drink and walked away.

She was happy to be alone in the kitchen when who appeared but Sehun and an elderly woman. "Oh Jihyo" Sehun said jumping "hey, I'm glad you could make it". "Y/n made sure I did" she said to remind him she was the one dating you and also to imply she didn't want to come. Sehun nodded "well I'm glad you're here, this is my grandmother". Jihyo bowed to her and did the polite thing and greeted her. "How do you know each other?" Sehun's grandmother asked and Jihyo jumped in before Sehun could "I'm dating his best friend". "Yeah but we're also friends" Sehun said trying to act cheery and Jihyo hesitated "well I wouldn't go that far, more like acquaintances...it was nice to meet you" she said to Sehun's grandmother and walked from the room.

She went into the living room but saw a framed photo of Sehun so did a U-turn and went out the front door. This was her idea of hell and to make it worse Sehun found her. He came right over to her and she was pleased that for once his happy mask was gone. "Hi" he said "look I just wanted to say, I know you don't like me but I hope after today that will change". "Don't bet on it" Jihyo said and Sehun's forehead creased "Jihyo there's no reason for you to be wary of me and I'm getting a little tired of it". "So?" Jihyo asked "I'm sick of you fluttering around my girlfriend and denying what you're doing". "So we're both unhappy" Sehun said "but we don't have to be, Jihyo if you just gave me a chance..." he started but Jihyo shook her head "I don't want to get to know you Sehun. What I've seen is enough and I'm not falling for this nice guy act you put on" she said gesturing to him "so drop it". Sehun sighed and went to speak when a voice cut in.

"Drop what?" you asked only hearing the last part of the conversation. You smiled thinking some fun teasing might be going on but froze as you saw Jihyo's angry face and Sehun looked upset. "What's going on?" you asked looking between them and Jihyo could practically see you holding yourself back from comforting Sehun. Sehun shook his head and blinked his eyes several times "I think you should tell her Jihyo" he said "because I don't need this, not anymore and not on a day like today" and he stormed away.

"Jihyo what's going on?" you asked and Jihyo was so annoyed. Sehun was painting her as the villain and him as the victim. "Jihyo" you said again and she shook her head "there's no point, you've already made up your mind about who's in the wrong here so there's no point in me even trying". "Jihyo I can see you're upset and I don't think anyone's in the wrong. I just want to know what's upset you so please tell me".

Jihyo took a deep breath and looked at you "Y/n he's into you! Can you really not see it?", "Wait you mean into me into me?" you asked and Jihyo laughed in exasperation and cried "yes! I confronted him on it weeks ago and he denied it but it's so clear! That's why he's been so wary of me he knows I'm onto him". "Jihyo he's really not, I know I told you that I'd considered Sehun in that way for a second but I can assure even if he'd debated it he came to the same conclusion". "But he looks so happy around you, you must notice that?" Jihyo asked "none of the photos look fake and you're both bi so it's possible he secretly has feelings about you". You shook your head "Jihyo trust me Sehun is not harbouring feelings for me". "But how can you know?" she asked and you smiled "because he's engaged to NCT's Johnny!". Jihyo froze "wait what?". "That's what he invited us round to his house for" you said "he asked me not to tell you because he's so protective over Johnny and wanted you two to meet tonight. We've always wanted our partners to get along so he wanted to introduce you to Johnny tonight and then tell everyone the news. Now it actually makes sense why he was so insistent on you being here tonight. He asked me ages ago to make sure you'd be able to come to his and it was because he wanted to prove himself to you".

Jihyo blinked "so he and Johnny...". "That was who the rumours were about all those years ago" you said "they've been together for 4 years now and Sehun proposed 7 months ago. I helped him" you smiled at the memory "they are utterly and truly in love Jihyo so I promise Sehun is not harbouring love for me. There's nobody who can hold a flame to Johnny in his eyes".

Jihyo froze and slowly sunk down until she was sat on the wall in Sehun's front garden. She put her hands to her head and groaned. "Jihyo?" you asked appearing at her side nervously peering at her but she hid her face. "I feel so stupid" she confessed and you went to comfort her. "No don't...it's okay". "But I've been horrible to Sehun this whole time and have been acting so unstable and irrational. I can't believe I was so far off and made such a fool of myself". You went to disagree but she continued. "The truth is I like you a lot okay!" Jihyo said "more than I've ever liked a partner and that's why I saw Sehun as a threat. I know it's no excuse but I'm hyper-vigilant to anything that could take you away from me and I'm making myself sound like a crazy obsessed person right?". "No!" you said "I had no idea you felt like this but you don't sound crazy at all, was there something in particular that upset you?".

"What?" Jihyo asked and you continued "well there must've been something about how Sehun and I acted that made you uncomfortable. What was it?". She shrugged "you didn't do anything Y/n it was me". "I don't believe that" you said sitting next to her "now please just tell me" and then reading her mind you added "I won't think you're silly". Jihyo frowned before explaining how she didn't like how Sehun interrupted your date and was a little intimidated by how far you were willing to go for him. "You both just seem so comfortable acting like a couple that it worries me a little. Your first instinct is always to protect him and put him first so it made me wonder how much room you have for me" she admitted "plus so many people think you're amazing together and it can make me feel like Sehun would be better for you...that you could be happier with him". "That's crazy!" you cried "nobody makes me as happy as you" and Jihyo paused "really?". You nodded "totally! But I realise I might not have done such a good job in showing you that". "No Y/n please don't blame yourself this is all me!" Jihyo said but you shook your head "no don't discount your feelings. I get it you know. I'd feel weird if a guy you were pretending to be dating crashed our date so casually and if the two of you looked so loved up in photos. It's not crazy and it's not fair to you". "But there's nothing you can do so can I be upset with you about it?" Jihyo asked. "Well I think there is something we can do" you said "firstly, I think Sehun and I can stop the charade. It's been a while now plus he's literally getting married so we can ease off it. No more photos plastered all over magazines and I'm going to speak to Sehun about boundaries. Your right, my first instinct as his best friend is to protect him but now I've got someone else to protect and it's not worth helping him if it hurts you". "Really?" Jihyo asked and you nodded "I love Sehun but I love you too!" you said and Jihyo paused as you said you loved her.

You went bright red and Jihyo could tell you meant it but hadn't meant to say it yet so she didn't make a big deal of it. "Thank you Y/n" she said and she leaned into you as you wrapped an arm around her. "If you ever need me Jihyo just tell me" you said "I'm here for you" and Jihyo nodded "I feel that now" and you stayed wrapped up together until Johnny came to find you as they were making the announcement.

You stood together hand in hand as Johnny said the news and the room erupted into happy cheers. Watching how Sehun looked at Johnny, Jihyo realised she had nothing to worry about all along and joined in. Later in the night she found Sehun and Johnny to tell them herself and Sehun smiled as she told him how happy for them she was. "I'm also so sorry" she said to him "I was horrible and never gave you a chance" but Sehun cut her off before she could finish "hey you were just protecting Y/n right? I can never be mad at someone doing that and I know she's got an amazing girl looking out for her. I'll always be grateful for that" he said and Jihyo smiled "I'll always protect her" and Sehun nodded "excellent! and speak of the devil..." as you appeared.

"Talking about me again? They're just obsessed aren't they Johnny?" and he nodded "it must be so hard to be so adored Y/n" he said smirking at you. You grinned and looked between Sehun and Jihyo "is everything okay now?" and they both nodded. "Perfect" you said "because there's so many couples things I want to four of us to do!" You and Johnny, as the planners of the group, started organising them all as Sehun and Jihyo watched. "Guess we're going to be seeing a lot more of each other" Jihyo said and Sehun shrugged "well only when we want to, Y/n spoke to me and I promise I'd give you guys some space. She was always the person I went to when I felt like I was all alone and habits die hard" he explained "but I have so many people who care about me" he said looking around the room "so it's time someone else gets her love and attention and I'm glad it's you". Jihyo smiled "you know with all this charm and compliments...I think we'll get along well Sehun" and he grinned "I know we will Jihyo" and she believed him.

Jihyo attended the wedding 8 months later and couldn't be happier. She'd spent more time with Sehun thanks to you and Johnny and discovered he was actually a decent human being! They had quite a bit in common and were both strong confident personalities and now the only time they argued was at game nights. You'd stuck to your word and the articles about the two of you disappeared and you now had a healthier relationship. Jihyo felt fully supported by you and no longer felt like she was sharing you or vying for your attention. She couldn't be happier and as you danced at Sehun's wedding she thought she'd tell you.

"It's occurred to me all those months ago at Sehun's engagement party, that I never said it back to you". "Said what?" you asked before blushing as you remembered. "You don't have to say it" you assured her but Jihyo shook her head "but I want to". "I've had a few partners who promised me the world and couldn't deliver but not you. You're so genuine and honest with me. You listened to me when I was doubting myself and worked to change things so I'd be happier. You love and care for me but also make me a better person and help me to grow. I'm not only happier with you but feel all my emotions more authentically and I feel like I should buy Nayeon and Yeri a car for suggesting you for me" she smiled making you laugh. "I'm so happy you're in my life Y/n and I love you" Jihyo said and you blinked letting the worlds soak over you and then smiled "I love you too...but you already knew that" and kissed her as tears escaped down your cheek.

His timing always perfect, this was when Sehun appeared and he gaped "Y/n you're not crying because I'm married now are you?". "No you idiot!" you cried laughing as Jihyo hugged you. "Yeah I actually know why you're crying" Sehun smiled and you looked at him "what how?" and saw his eyes go to Jihyo. "You two planned this?" you asked and Jihyo nodded "I knew I wanted to tell you and got Sehun's advice. He said you always love that scene in Anastasia where her and Dimitri are dancing in the ballroom and how romantic it is so I thought I'd recreate that" Jihyo said and you beamed "you two are the best!" and they nodded and said "we know" at the same time. The two burst into laughter and you watched them feeling so loved and protected.

You had the best friend in Sehun and the best girlfriend in the world in Jihyo! You weren't going to lose either of them anytime soon and you knew in that moment, you wanted something like this for you and Jihyo, you wanted her to be your wife someday but that was something for the future. Tonight you just wanted to dance with the beautiful girl who loved you and so you danced the night away.

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Happy Bisexual Awareness Week!!!

It doesn't start until tomorrow but I thought this imagine would be a perfect way to celebrate the holiday. I know gay marriage isn't legal in South Korea (way to bum out Bisexual Awareness Week huh?) but that seemed so horrible to me that I'm just going to re-write Korean history and pretend it is.

Also (and I hope this goes without saying) I am not assuming anyone's sexuality and the pairings in this were completely random. If you're offended by this, you're the problem.

Have a great week :)

[kyunghwannie]

Entangled In A Dance Of Love. (Part: 1)

Ft. TWICE'S Hirai Momo (x Male Reader as a trainee)

Genre: Slow Burn Love. (No smut in this part)

Backstory: You are an Ace trainee in JYPE, one who have been pushing throughout vocals, rap, visual aspects. Though, your dancing needed polishment. But who knew fate would entangle you to Hirai Momo of TWICE, the goddess of Dancing herself, as your "dance mentor". She was someone you admired a lot and now she is gonna be your dance mentor? Damn, chilling. But your connection doesn’t stay all Serious and dancing when a new person joined in between you which led Momo to come clean on her feelings Harboured for you.

You're in the practice room, the soft glow of the overhead lights casting a focused ambiance as you stand in front of the mirror. The track plays in your headphones, the rhythm pumping through your veins as you hit each note with precision. The lyrics flow out smoothly, but you can't shake the feeling that something is off. You've been practicing for hours now, and you know you need to perfect every detail if you want to impress.

Y/N: "I have to get this right... I can't afford to slip up."

You pause and sigh, taking a moment to collect your thoughts before going over the lyrics again. The song's melody starts anew in your ears, and you belt out the chorus, the notes crisp and clear this time.

Just as you begin to feel that little bit of relief, the door creaks open.

You turn around, half-expecting one of the other trainees to barge in, but it's someone you recognize instantly-Jin, a staff member you've grown close to over the past few months. He's always been easygoing, a calming presence amid the chaos of training.

Jin: "Not bad, Y/N. But, you've been at this for hours. You're gonna wear yourself out if you keep going like this."

You chuckle, wiping a bead of sweat from your forehead.

Y/N: "I want to get it perfect, Jin. I can't let anyone down."

He shrugs, giving you that reassuring smile that always seems to put you at ease.

Jin: "You'll do fine. But I'm actually here to let you know-looks like you're getting a mentor soon."

Your eyes widen in surprise.

Y/N: "A mentor? Who?"

Jin: "Well, it's a surprise, but I'm sure you'll get along with her. Just be ready. You'll meet her soon."

With that, Jin steps out, leaving you to digest the news. A mentor... You can't help but wonder who it could be.

Your mind races as the door shuts behind Jin. A mentor... A woman... The words repeat in your head like a song you can't escape. Who could it be? The possibilities swirl in your thoughts-maybe a popular choreographer, someone from Stray Kids or GOT7? But, no, they are men... That thought doesn't leave you.

Your heart skips a beat as the idea lodges itself in your mind. Could it be... one of the members from TWICE?

You lean against the mirrored wall, your reflection staring back at you. You can't help but replay every interaction you've had with the TWICE members-how they always seemed so effortlessly graceful, their presence filling the room. And yet, you've only had the briefest of encounters with them so far. You've been focused on your own training, never imagining that one of them could be your mentor.

But now, with the mention of a "dance mentor," only one name comes to mind-

Hirai Momo.

The thought hits you like a jolt of electricity. She's not only an incredible dancer, but she's also known for being kind yet strict, pushing everyone around her to be their best. The idea of training under her makes your stomach flutter, and you try to quell the excitement building inside of you.

Y/N: "What would I even say to her? How should I act? Should I be professional or... maybe a little more friendly?"

You fidget with the hem of your shirt, overthinking every possible scenario. What if you mess up in front of her? What if you make a fool of yourself? You've heard stories of how intimidating TWICE can be to trainees, how everyone respects them for not just their talent but their discipline. And now... What if she's the one who'll be overseeing your progress?

The more you think about it, the more nervous you become. You imagine Momo walking into the practice room, her smile lighting up the space as she greets you with that gentle yet confident air she has. But then, you also imagine the strict, no-nonsense side of her, pushing you harder than you've ever been pushed before.

Y/N: "Okay. Just breathe. No need to stress. Just be yourself. No matter who it is, I'll make this work."

But as you mutter the words to yourself, that little spark of worry refuses to die. Could it really be Momo? You have to admit, the thought makes your heart beat faster than you'd like to admit.

Meanwhile

In a different part of the building, Momo was lounging on the couch in the practice room, surrounded by her fellow members of TWICE. The atmosphere was casual and light-hearted, the sound of laughter and chatter filling the air. Momo had kicked off her shoes and was happily munching on a bag of chips, not a care in the world. The tension of her usual training was far behind her, and for once, it felt good to just relax with the girls.

Momo: "These chips are the best." She laughed, tossing a few into her mouth, savoring the crunch as Sana and Dahyun chatted about the upcoming performances.

Sana, always the playful one, grinned at Momo's casual demeanor.

Sana: "You know, Momo, you should take a break more often. You're always working so hard."

Momo smiled but shook her head.

Momo: "It's just... hard to rest when there's so much to do. But today? It's a cheat day."

Just as Momo was about to grab another handful of chips, the door to the practice room swung open. The girls all glanced over, and Jeongyeon stepped in with a slightly serious expression, but there was an underlying curiosity in her eyes. She walked over to where Momo was lounging on the couch, her voice lowering slightly as she leaned in.

Jeongyeon: "Momo... I need to talk to you about something."

Momo looked up from her chips, raising an eyebrow, sensing a change in Jeongyeon's tone.

Momo: "What's up, Jeongyeon? Did something happen?"

Jeongyeon glanced around to make sure the others weren't too close, and once she was certain the room was quiet, she sat down beside Momo.

Jeongyeon: "It's about the new trainee... Y/N."

At the mention of your name, Momo's lips curled into a faint, knowing smile. She had been keeping a close eye on you ever since you entered JYPE. From the moment she saw you, she had sensed that you were different. You were an ace, someone who excelled at everything-vocals, rap, even your visuals were on point. But there was one thing that stood out above all else: your dance needed work.

And Momo, being the meticulous and driven dancer she was, knew you had potential. She had made up her mind long ago to take you under her wing, though no one else knew about her plans. The decision was personal-and only she knew why.

Momo: "What about Y/N?" she asked casually, trying to play it cool, though a glint of mischief sparkled in her eyes.

Jeongyeon leaned in closer, her voice dropping even lower.

Jeongyeon: "I've heard some things... about how he's this amazing all-around trainee. He's good at everything, but his dancing? Not so much. So... are you really going to be his mentor?"

Momo raised an eyebrow, tilting her head slightly as she tapped her fingers against the bag of chips.

Momo: "What, you're surprised? I think I'm just the right person for the job."

Jeongyeon crossed her arms, eyeing Momo with a skeptical look.

Jeongyeon: "But you've been keeping this under wraps, haven't you? We didn't know you were even considering being a mentor for him."

Momo shrugged nonchalantly, though there was a hint of excitement in her voice as she spoke.

Momo: "What can I say? Sometimes the best things are worth keeping a little secret. Besides, Y/N's talented. I think with a little help, his dance will improve in no time."

Jeongyeon tilted her head, studying Momo carefully.

Jeongyeon: "You know... I've seen him train a few times. He's pretty amazing, and I've heard everyone talking about how he's got potential in every area. But why you? Why did you want to take him on as a project?"

Momo's smile widened, a playful glint flickering in her eyes. She took a moment before responding, making sure no one else was listening too closely.

Momo: "It's because I know he has the potential. But what you don't know is... I've got my reasons."

Jeongyeon's eyes narrowed, her curiosity piqued even further. She knew Momo well enough to know that when she had a reason, she was usually right. But this... there was something more to it.

Jeongyeon: "You're acting like there's a deeper reason for this. What's going on?"

Momo leaned back on the couch, looking thoughtful for a moment. She had always been a bit of an enigma, and Jeongyeon knew that when Momo wanted to keep something to herself, she wouldn't share. She was about to say something more when a mischievous grin appeared on her face.

Momo: "Let's just say... I have a personal interest in making sure he succeeds. That's all."

Jeongyeon raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued but not pushing any further. She had learned over the years that when Momo said something like that, it was best to leave it alone-for now.

Jeongyeon: "Alright, alright... I'll take your word for it. But don't make me find out the hard way."

Momo chuckled softly, popping another chip into her mouth.

Momo: "You'll see. Everything will unfold in time."

The conversation faded as the other members continued their lighthearted banter, but Momo's mind was already focused on what lay ahead. She had made her choice, and nothing would stop her from helping you reach your full potential-whatever the cost.

She wasn't just going to train you as a dancer-there was something more in store for you. Something only Momo understood. And soon... you would, too.

Momo "Y/N... what is it about you?"

Momo sat back on the couch, letting her fingers absentmindedly toss a few more chips into her mouth. The crunch was satisfying, but it did little to drown out the storm of thoughts swirling in her mind. Her gaze flickered toward the other girls, laughing and chatting, completely unaware of the quiet, calculated decisions happening under the surface. They had no idea-none of them knew the plan she had in motion.

She couldn't deny it. From the first time she saw you, she knew there was something about you. You weren't like the other trainees who struggled with one thing but excelled at others. You were good-no, great-in all aspects. Vocals, rap, your visual presence... and yet, the dance. That one thing. It needed refinement, but it wasn't hopeless. Far from it.

It had taken Momo a while to realize why you piqued her interest so much. At first, it was just your undeniable talent that caught her attention. You stood out in the crowd of trainees with a natural aura that only the best had. But then there was something else... something that stirred in her chest every time she saw you try, every time you stumbled and picked yourself back up.

Momo "You're frustratingly perfect. Almost too perfect for someone like me to take under my wing."

She laughed quietly to herself, biting her lip. It wasn't just about the dance. It was about you. About the way you pushed yourself, the way you held yourself even when you were unsure. There was a vulnerability in you-something raw and untapped-that she found herself strangely drawn to. You weren't afraid to fail. And that... that was what made her want to help you even more.

But that didn't mean she was going to make it easy for you. No, she wasn't some kind of fairy godmother, here to wave a magic wand and make everything perfect. She wasn't going to hand you success on a silver platter.

Momo "You think I'm going to make it easy for you, don't you?"

Her lips curled into a smirk, the feeling of power creeping back into her veins. You might think she'd be there to cheer you on, to guide you every step of the way, but she knew better than that. This wouldn't be a typical mentorship.

Momo "I'll break you down. And then, I'll build you back up."

She wasn't going to coddle you. She was going to push you to your limits, take you to places you never thought you could go-and then watch you rise. It wouldn't be smooth sailing, but that was part of the thrill. She knew you could handle it. But the question was-could you handle her? Could you deal with the way she would challenge you? The way she would keep you on your toes, never giving you an inch of comfort.

Momo chuckled again, her gaze flicking briefly over to where the girls were chatting away, oblivious.

Momo "They don't get it. They don't know why I chose you."

She leaned back into the couch, letting the weight of her decision settle on her shoulders. It wasn't just about polishing your dance skills or getting you ready for your big debut. No, there was something else she was after-something only she knew. Something only she could give you.

Momo "You're not just going to be another trainee. You're going to be someone who stands out for reasons beyond just your skill. And I'll make sure of that."

She could already see the way you'd react-your surprise, your confusion, maybe even frustration as she pushed you harder than anyone else would. But that was exactly what made it exciting. She could sense it, that you were going to be a challenge. And Momo, well, she loved a good challenge.

But the deeper truth of it all? Why her? Why you?

That was the part only she could answer.

Momo's smile turned a little more mischievous, her fingers tapping rhythmically against the armrest. She wasn't going to tell you now. She wasn't going to give away anything. Not yet. She would let you wonder.

Momo "You'll figure it out in time... And when you do, I hope you'll understand why I chose you, Y/N."

She stood up, stretching, the plan already taking root in her mind. There was a lot of work to be done, but with you, it would be fun.

As Momo was lost in her thoughts, her plans swirling around in her mind like a secret waiting to be uncovered, she felt a familiar weight press against her side. A soft, almost too gentle touch on her shoulder. She glanced down to see Sana, who had somehow found her way over, her usual playful grin lighting up her face.

Sana: "Momo-oo! What's going on in that little head of yours?"

Momo's smirk faltered, and she rolled her eyes as Sana flopped onto the couch beside her, resting her head on Momo's shoulder. Her arms immediately snaked around Momo's waist in that signature clingy way, and Momo sighed, leaning into the touch despite herself.

Momo: "Sana, seriously. Why are you so needy today?"

Sana simply pouted, pressing closer as she batted her eyelashes in that exaggerated way she knew would get under Momo's skin. She knew exactly what she was doing.

Sana: "I just want to be close to my favorite Momoring! You've been too focused on your new 'project' lately."

Momo chuckled, brushing a few strands of hair away from her face as she leaned back into the couch, her eyes narrowing slightly at the mention of the "project." It wasn't something she'd been hiding, exactly. But it was clear Sana had noticed the extra attention Momo had been giving to you, and the curiosity in her voice wasn't subtle.

Sana: "So... how's your new mentee?"

Momo froze for just a moment, her fingers idly running over the edge of the chip bag, suddenly aware of Sana's intense gaze. She could feel the shift in the air, the way Sana's playful tone had dropped into something more serious. She wasn't just asking about a trainee-she was asking about you.

Momo tried to keep her tone casual, but there was something about Sana's close proximity, the way her arms tightened around her, that made it hard to ignore the undercurrent of tension.

Momo: "Y/N's... fine. He's a little rough around the edges with his dancing, but he's got potential. You know, he's the ace trainee. All the potential in the world, but he just needs the right kind of guidance."

Sana's lips quirked up in a sly grin as she tilted her head, her eyes narrowing as she took in Momo's response.

Sana: "Hmm... You're really into him, aren't you?"

Momo blinked, momentarily taken aback by the directness of Sana's words. She hadn't expected Sana to see through her so easily-then again, Sana had always been sharp, and even though she acted playful and carefree, she wasn't blind to what was going on.

Momo: "What? No, I'm just his mentor. I'm just focused on his dance-nothing more."

Sana leaned closer, her voice suddenly lower, almost teasing.

Sana: "Oh? Because I've been noticing you've been looking at him a little... differently." She placed a finger on Momo's cheek, tracing the outline lightly, and then smirked. "I think you're a little bit too interested in him, Momo."

Momo bit her lip, trying to maintain her composure. But deep inside, her heart raced. She wasn't sure why the thought of Sana prying so deeply into her plans bothered her. Maybe because she'd been so careful to keep it a secret, or maybe because she didn't want anyone to steal that edge of control she had over the situation.

Sana, of course, wasn't one to let anything go. Her hands moved to Momo's shoulders, massaging lightly, the kind of tender touch that only a few people could get away with. It was obvious Sana knew exactly what she was doing-she wasn't just being clingy. She was trying to probe, trying to figure out what Momo was hiding.

Sana: "Come on, Momo. You can tell me. I've been hearing a lot about this Y/N guy. I know he's talented and all, but I can see that he's caught your eye. Why are you so interested in him?"

Momo tried to keep her voice steady, her gaze avoiding Sana's as she pretended to be more interested in the bag of chips in her hand. But inside, she could feel her guard starting to slip, even if only a little.

Momo: "You're overthinking it. I'm just helping him out. He's talented, but he's not ready yet. I'm just... doing what I do best."

Sana chuckled, brushing her nose against Momo's neck in that irritatingly affectionate way.

Sana: "You know, I don't believe you for a second. You've got that look in your eyes, the one you always get when you're being cryptic and mysterious."

Momo couldn't help but laugh. She'd always been the secretive type, and while she didn't mind teasing Sana with her vague answers, the truth was that this-you-wasn't something she wanted to share just yet. She wasn't ready for someone else to start getting any ideas about you.

Momo: "Maybe I just don't want to share everything with you, huh?"

Sana giggled, obviously not convinced but enjoying the tease. She nuzzled into Momo's shoulder more, her voice softening.

Sana: "Fine, I get it. You'll tell me eventually, right?"

Momo smiled, her fingers tracing circles on the chip bag, the feeling of Sana's warmth against her side oddly comforting.

Momo: "Maybe. Maybe not. But just know... I'm not letting him get away that easily."

Sana raised an eyebrow, her curiosity piqued again.

Sana: "Oh? Why not?"

Momo's smile turned into something more enigmatic, a knowing glint in her eyes. She leaned back into the couch, savoring the mystery she was leaving between them.

Momo: "Why do you think, Sana? He's mine to shape. And trust me... I don't plan on sharing."

Sana pulled back just slightly, just enough for Momo to see the way her lips curved into a knowing smirk. Her arms were still draped around Momo's shoulders, but there was something different now-something calculated in the way she tilted her head, her soft brown eyes watching Momo with quiet amusement.

Sana: "Mmm... You don't plan on sharing, huh?"

Momo didn't respond right away. Instead, she just stared at Sana, her expression unreadable. She knew where this was going. Knew exactly what Sana was trying to pull.

And of course, Sana wasn't the type to just let things go.

Sana: "That's cute, Momo," she continued, voice light, almost playful. "But you know... You're not the only one who's been paying attention to him."

Momo's fingers, which had been lazily toying with the edge of the chip bag, stilled for a moment. It was subtle, barely noticeable, but Sana caught it.

She always caught these things.

Momo: "Oh?" Her tone was casual, effortless. "And here I thought you were too busy clinging to me to notice."

Sana chuckled, brushing a strand of Momo's hair behind her ear in an almost affectionate manner before leaning in, whispering just close enough for only Momo to hear.

Sana: "You think I don't have eyes, Momo? Please."

Momo didn't flinch, didn't even let her expression waver, but something in her stomach curled-something unfamiliar but not entirely unwelcome.

Sana was testing her. Again.

Sana: "He's interesting," she mused, her voice slow, dragging the words out as if she were savoring them. "A real all-rounder. He's got the talent, the looks... and from what I've seen, he's got that little spark, too."

Momo exhaled quietly through her nose.

Momo: "And?"

Sana's smile widened just a fraction.

Sana: "And," she echoed, "I'd be lying if I said I wasn't curious."

The words weren't just a statement-they were a challenge.

Momo finally turned to look at her fully, her eyes scanning Sana's expression, searching for something deeper. And she saw it. The flicker of something competitive, something playful yet sharp beneath the surface.

It wasn't jealousy. Not in the way most people would think.

It was the same kind of rivalry they had always had-the same push and pull, the same silent battle that kept their friendship interesting.

Sana wasn't here to ruin anything.

She was here to compete.

Momo: "Curious, huh?" she mused, tilting her head. "That's a dangerous word, Sana."

Sana grinned, her fingers lightly tracing the fabric of Momo's sleeve.

Sana: "Only if you're scared."

Momo scoffed, shaking her head, a small laugh escaping her lips.

Momo: "Please. If anyone should be scared, it's you."

Sana raised an eyebrow.

Sana: "Oh? And why's that?"

Momo leaned in, lowering her voice just slightly, the weight of her words settling between them.

Momo: "Because I already made the first move."

For the first time in the conversation, Sana paused. Just for a second. But that second was enough for Momo to know she had landed a hit.

Sana quickly recovered, though, her smile turning sharper.

Sana: "Hmm... So that's why you kept this whole thing quiet. You didn't want me getting any ideas."

Momo didn't answer. She didn't need to.

Sana exhaled dramatically, finally pulling away, though her presence still lingered, her warmth still pressed against Momo's side.

Sana: "Well, that's too bad. Because now... I do have ideas."

Momo smirked, shaking her head as she reached for her bag of chips again.

Momo: "Too late. I already called dibs."

Sana laughed, throwing herself back against the couch, her head resting against Momo's shoulder once more.

Sana: "Dibs? Momo, sweetie, you should know by now that I don't believe in dibs."

Momo watched as Sana finally peeled herself away, stretching her arms above her head with an exaggerated sigh before turning toward the rest of the girls. But as she did, there was a deliberate shift in her step-a playful, teasing sway of her hips that Momo immediately clocked.

Momo chuckled, her gaze flickering toward the ceiling.

Of course.

Sana knew exactly what she was doing.

Momo leaned back against the couch, crossing her arms as she watched the display unfold, her lips pressing together in a knowing smirk.

Sana took her time walking back toward the others, her movements slow and effortless, as if she wasn't just teasing Momo right now. But at the last second, right before she fully rejoined the group, she stopped.

And turned.

Her eyes found Momo's instantly, and there was that same mischievous glint, the one that had been lingering between them all night.

Sana: "You know, Momo..."

Her voice was light, almost sweet, but Momo wasn't fooled.

Sana: "You may have made the first move..."

Momo arched an eyebrow, waiting.

Sana's smirk widened.

Sana: "But don't forget-TWICE is still Y/N's sunbaes."

The room felt just a little smaller at that moment.

Momo knew what she was getting at.

Sana tilted her head slightly, her eyes twinkling with something between amusement and challenge.

Sana: "Which means I don't need an assignment to hop in."

Momo's fingers twitched against her sleeve, her smirk unwavering, but internally, she felt something spark inside her-something competitive, something she hadn't quite expected to feel so strongly.

So that's how she wanted to play it.

Sana held her gaze for another second, letting the words linger, letting them settle between them like an unspoken promise. Then, with a playful flick of her hair, she spun back around and waltzed toward the others as if she hadn't just dropped a bomb between them.

Momo exhaled through her nose, shaking her head with a quiet chuckle.

Momo (to herself): "Tch. This girl..."

She reached for another chip, popping it into her mouth with a thoughtful crunch.

This was going to be interesting.

Momo's Thoughts

Momo kept her eyes on Sana's retreating figure, watching the effortless way she slid back into conversation with the other girls.

That last line... That smug little grin...

Sana wasn't just teasing.

Momo sighed, crunching another chip between her teeth as she let her thoughts settle.

Sana was clever. She never made things too obvious, but if you knew her well enough, you could pick up on the small things-the way she lingered on a topic, the way she threw in playful jabs that held just a bit of truth beneath them.

And now, Momo knew.

Sana had been watching you, too. Maybe not in the exact way Momo had, but... the interest was there.

Of course, it was.

It wasn't hard to see why. You weren't just another trainee. You were different. The kind of talent that wasn't just impressive-but exciting.

And Momo... she had seen that before anyone else.

That's why she had made the move first. Why she had planned this from the start.

Why she had been so adamant about being the one to mentor you.

Sana could play her little games all she wanted, but Momo wasn't going to let this slip through her fingers.

She knew how to guide you. How to push you. How to shape you into something even greater.

And if-just if-something more happened along the way...

Well.

That was her business.

She reached for another chip but stopped, suddenly losing interest in the snack.

Her mind was elsewhere now.

On you.

And apparently... she wasn't the only one.

Sana's Thoughts

Sana smiled as she rejoined the girls, slipping into the conversation naturally, laughing at whatever joke Nayeon had thrown into the mix.

But her mind was still on Momo.

And you.

She could feel Momo's stare, even if she wasn't looking anymore. That small pause, that shift in the air-Sana knew she had struck a nerve.

Good.

She wasn't stupid. She had noticed the way Momo had been paying more attention to you lately. The extra time spent watching you, the way she always seemed to bring you up in casual conversation.

At first, Sana had thought it was just Momo being Momo-passionate about dance, about shaping raw talent.

But the more she watched... the more she listened...

The more she realized it was more than that.

And that's when it had hit her.

This isn't just about mentoring, is it, Momo?

Sana didn't know what exactly Momo was planning. But she did know one thing-if Momo was interested, then so was she.

Not just because of their little unspoken rivalry.

Not just because she liked to tease Momo.

But because, if she was being honest...

She had already taken an interest in you.

Maybe not in the way Momo had. Not yet.

But now?

Now, she was paying closer attention.

She glanced over her shoulder, just for a second, just to catch Momo still sitting there, looking as composed as ever.

Sana smirked.

This was going to be fun.

Back To Y/N

The dorm room was quiet, the only sound being the faint hum of the city outside and the steady ticking of the clock on your wall. You lay on your bed, staring at the ceiling, arms resting behind your head as your mind raced.

Jin's words kept replaying in your head.

"You're getting a mentor. And it's a woman."

At first, you had gone through all the possibilities-some senior trainer, a choreographer from another company, maybe even someone from a different JYPE group. But no matter how much you thought about it, one name stood out.

Momo.

Hirai Momo.

The best dancer in K-pop. The standard. The one everyone looked up to when it came to performance.

And, more importantly, the only female who fit Jin's description.

You turned onto your side, gripping the blanket slightly.

If it was Momo, what did that mean for you?

You weren't lacking in skill. You knew that. Your vocals, rap, and visuals were all strong-but dance? That was the area where you needed polishing. And if anyone was going to push you to that next level, it would be her.

But still...

You exhaled, running a hand down your face.

How were you supposed to act around her?

She wasn't just another trainer. She wasn't some faceless coach giving you critiques from behind a clipboard. She was an idol. A top-tier performer. A legend in the industry.

And if she really was your mentor, then you'd be seeing her. Training with her. Learning from her, one-on-one.

Spending a lot of time with her.

You swallowed.

Would she be strict? Would she even take you seriously?

And... why you?

Of all the trainees in JYPE, why would she be the one assigned to you?

Your head sank deeper into the pillow as you sighed.

Maybe you were just overthinking it.

Maybe it wasn't Momo at all.

But deep down, a part of you already knew the truth.

And it made your heart beat just a little faster.

You let out a deep sigh, staring at the ceiling for a moment longer before pushing yourself up.

Y/N: "Tch... Why am I stressing over this?"

Your voice echoed slightly in the quiet room, but it wasn't like anyone was around to hear you talking to yourself. Still, the weight in your chest didn't disappear.

Shaking your head, you reached over to your desk, flipping open your laptop. The screen lit up instantly, and without thinking, your fingers navigated to YouTube.

TWICE's official channel.

It wasn't even a question of where to go-you already knew what you were looking for.

Your fingers hovered over the search bar for a second before typing: Momo Performance Project.

The video popped up immediately. You had seen it before, of course.

But tonight... it felt different.

You clicked on it, and the moment the music started, your eyes locked onto the screen.

Momo moved like she wasn't just dancing-she was breathing through her movements. Every step, every isolated pop, every fluid transition between soft and sharp-it was perfect. There wasn't a single unnecessary motion, not even the slightest hesitation.

And the control. The raw confidence she carried in every move.

Your jaw clenched slightly.

Y/N: "She's insane..."

It wasn't just her skill-it was the way she commanded the stage. She didn't just perform; she owned every second of it.

And that was who you'd be training under?

Your grip on the laptop tightened.

Y/N: "...I can't screw this up."

You didn't know why she had been the one assigned to you, or if there was a specific reason she agreed, but one thing was clear-if you were going to be trained by Momo, you needed to be ready.

Because if she expected you to keep up...

You had to.

Y/N: "I have to do this. I have to make her proud... I CAN'T FAIL HER-WAIT... MOMO... AHHHHH!!"

Suddenly, your face crumples, and the most dramatic sob escapes you. You flop dramatically onto the bed, clutching the laptop to your chest like it's the most precious thing in the world.

Y/N: "She's SO perfect... and I... I'm just a trainee... Why did she have to be so perfect?! I'll never keep up!!"

You roll over onto your side and let out a series of fake dramatic sobs, one hand covering your face, the other gripping the blanket for dear life.

Y/N: "MOMO... WHY DO YOU HAVE TO BE SO TALENTED... AND BEAUTIFUL... AND... AND... AAAAAAAHHHH!!!"

You pause, sniffing loudly like you're truly devastated, then slowly open one eye to peek at the screen again.

You watch her move again, and before you know it, you're wiping away a comically exaggerated tear.

Y/N: "...I'm gonna make you proud, Momo. I swear. I'll do it... even if it means breaking every bone in my body-"

You pause again, realizing how ridiculous you sound.

Y/N: "...What am I even saying right now?"

You sit up quickly, wiping away an invisible tear with the back of your hand, trying to act like it never happened.

Y/N: "Okay, focus. I just... I need to be serious. But also, Momo... please go easy on me..."

Your eyes were glued to the screen. You didn't even realize your mouth was hanging open, jaw slack as you watched the video unfold.

There she was.

Momo, in all her badass glory, wearing a outfit that somehow made her look dangerous and angelic at the same time. You didn't even know how she pulled that off. But she did.

The black hat perched just right on her head, her crimson/deep red lipstick striking against her flawless skin-that was when your heart nearly exploded

Your breath hitched in your chest, and for a second, you thought you might pass out. You slapped a hand over your face, trying to cover up the overwhelming amount of fanboy energy coursing through you.

Y/N: "No way... no freaking way..."

She was, without a doubt, the definition of fierce. The way she moved, every step so sharp, so full of attitude. Then she twirled, the fabric of her outfit flowing with the motion and-wait, those clothes?!

You literally had to pause the video, blinking several times in disbelief. How was she able to make black and white silk look like it could kill?

Your body went slack as you fell backward onto the bed, letting out a dramatic gasp as if you had just witnessed a life-changing event.

Y/N: "I'm dead. I'm officially dead. Momo's a goddess, I can't take this. She looks so... SO GOOD. Ughhh, I'm gonna faint. I CAN'T BREATHE! WHAT IS THIS LEVEL OF SEXINESS?!"

Your face was on fire, and you couldn't even decide if it was from how beautiful she looked or from the absolute craziness of how she made everything she wore look like it had been designed to break hearts.

Y/N: "Momo, why are you doing this to me? Why do you have to look so badass...?"

You grabbed a pillow from the bed and buried your face in it. The way she pulled off every move in that video, looking like she was going to destroy anyone who dared stand in her way... it was too much. Too much, Momo!

Y/N: "I just wanted to train. But now I'm gonna train and cry over you every single day! I'll be lucky if I can speak without stuttering when I see her in person!"

Your dramatic fanboy moment reached its peak as you flopped onto the bed in an exaggerated fashion, gazing at the screen once more, mesmerized by the way Momo's eyes seemed to pierce straight through the camera.

Y/N: "I'm doomed."

You closed your eyes, laying back dramatically as if the weight of the universe had just crushed you. How were you supposed to live up to this level of perfection?

And yet, despite the overwhelming feelings of fangirl anguish, you couldn't help but smile. Because deep down, you knew you were about to be up close to this goddess of a mentor.

Y/N: "I can't... wait... to fail in front of her."

The Next Day - Practice Room

You arrived at the practice room early, expecting to see someone-anyone-waiting for you. Maybe a trainer, maybe a fellow trainee warming up, or maybe... her.

But when you pushed the door open, the room was completely empty.

The only sound was the faint hum of the air conditioning and the slight echo of your own footsteps against the polished floor.

Y/N: "Huh. Guess I'm early."

You exhaled, scanning the vast mirrors that lined the walls, the glossy floor that had probably been danced on a million times before by JYPE legends. And now, here you were.

Still, an empty room meant one thing-you could chill for a bit.

Without hesitation, you plopped down on the floor, leaning back against the wall with a satisfied sigh. From your bag, you pulled out the real MVP of the morning-your breakfast.

A fat, glorious chicken sub.

You unwrapped it carefully, as if it were a prized possession, before taking a big, satisfying bite.

Y/N: "Mmm... this is the life."

For a moment, you forgot about everything-the pressure, the nerves, the overwhelming realization that Momo might be your mentor. Right now, it was just you and this god-tier sandwich.

You leaned your head back, chewing slowly, staring at the ceiling like you were contemplating the mysteries of the universe.

Y/N: "Maybe I overthought everything yesterday. Maybe it's not even Momo. Maybe it's just some choreographer and I stressed for nothing."

You took another bite.

Y/N: "Yeah... Yeah, that makes sense. I mean, what are the odds that THE Momo would be personally training me?"

The thought almost made you laugh.

You were just a trainee. A really skilled one, sure, but still-this was Momo we were talking about.

JYP's dance queen.

The idol who shut down the industry with every performance she did.

The woman who singlehandedly made you cry in your dorm last night.

You paused mid-chew, suddenly remembering your embarrassing breakdown.

Y/N: "...Okay, we don't talk about that."

You shook your head, focusing back on your food. Breakfast first, anxiety later.

Taking another bite, you relaxed further against the wall, closing your eyes for a moment. The room was peaceful, quiet.

Too quiet.

It was almost suspicious.

Like the calm before a storm.

And little did you know... that storm had already arrived.

You took another slow, satisfying bite of your chicken sub, completely unaware of the impending chaos about to descend upon you.

The room was still empty, still peaceful. Just you, your sandwich, and the distant hum of the air conditioning.

Perfect.

You let out a relaxed sigh, leaning your head back against the wall.

Y/N: "Man... maybe I was stressing for nothing. I'll just take it easy today. No pressure. No freaking out. Just-"

BAM!

The practice room door slammed open so hard it echoed against the walls.

You choked.

Your peaceful morning shattered in an instant as you nearly dropped your sandwich, coughing violently as your body scrambled to process the sudden intrusion. Eyes wide, you turned toward the door, still mid-cough, trying to recover before you looked like a total fool.

And there she was.

Momo Hirai.

Standing in the doorway, wearing an oversized t-shirt printed pants, and a duffel bag slung over one shoulder. Her blonde hair was tied up in a messy bun, and she had a blank expression-no, actually, it was worse.

She looked straight at you like she had already expected this. Like she knew you'd be here. Like she knew exactly what was about to happen.

Your soul nearly left your body.

Y/N: "...!"

You were frozen. Absolutely frozen. Not because of fear, but because this was Momo.

Your brain, which had spent the past 24 hours overthinking her mere existence, was now short-circuiting at the real-life presence of said existence.

Meanwhile, Momo just stood there, scanning the room, before her eyes landed on you... and the half-eaten chicken sub in your hands.

Silence.

Complete, unbearable silence.

You could hear your heartbeat pounding in your ears.

Then, after what felt like years, she finally spoke.

Momo: "...You good?"

You immediately straightened up, clearing your throat and forcing yourself to act normal.

Y/N: "Pfft. Yeah. Totally. 100% fine."

You were not fine.

Momo just blinked at you, her expression unreadable. Then, she stepped inside and shut the door behind her.

Momo: "You're early."

You awkwardly held up your sandwich like it was a valid excuse.

Y/N: "Breakfast."

She nodded slowly, dropping her duffel bag on the floor before stretching her arms over her head.

Momo: "Nice. Hope you enjoyed it, because once we start, you won't have time to eat like that again."

Your stomach dropped.

Your chicken sub suddenly didn't taste as good anymore.

You swallowed nervously, eyes locked on Momo as she casually walked toward the mirror, rolling her shoulders and cracking her neck like she was preparing for war.

Then, she glanced at you through the mirror.

Momo: "You ready?"

...Ready?

For what?

To train? To suffer? To collapse after two hours of dance drills?

No. No, you were not ready.

But looking at her-seeing Momo, Hirai freaking Momo, staring at you with that expectant gaze-you knew there was only one answer.

You inhaled sharply, pushing yourself up from the floor.

Y/N: "...Yeah. I'm ready."

Momo smirked.

Momo: "Good."

And just like that, your peaceful morning was over.

The Training Begins

Momo cracked her neck once more before clapping her hands together, immediately shifting into mentor mode.

Momo: "Alright. Let's warm up first."

You didn't hesitate.

Like a trained soldier, you sprang to your feet, wiping your hands on your pants to get rid of any crumbs from your now-forgotten sandwich. This was it. Game time.

Momo stretched her arms, rotating her shoulders before rolling her ankles. She barely had to try to look cool while doing it. Meanwhile, you... you were suddenly hyper-aware of every single movement you made, afraid that one wrong move would make you look like an idiot.

Momo: "Do what I do."

She bent forward, stretching her hamstrings. You immediately mirrored her, bending forward as well.

She moved into a deep side lunge. You followed without hesitation.

She twisted her torso, reaching for her toes. You copied, trying not to wobble.

Every single time she moved, you copied instantly, like a puppy trying to impress its owner.

Momo caught on to this very quickly.

Momo: "...You don't have to follow that fast."

You blinked.

Y/N: "I-Oh. Right. Yeah. Just, uh... making sure I don't fall behind."

Momo stared at you for a second before a small smirk played on her lips.

Momo: "Relax. This isn't a military drill."

Easy for her to say.

Still, you took a deep breath, trying to calm your nerves.

After a few more stretches, Momo stood up straight, placing her hands on her hips.

Momo: "Okay. Let's see what we're working with."

She walked over to the speakers, scrolling through a playlist on her phone. You gulped.

She was going to make you dance.

Of course, you knew that was the whole point of this, but now that it was actually happening, you couldn't stop the nervous energy buzzing through your veins.

The music started-something with a steady beat, not too fast, not too slow. Momo turned back to you, arms crossed.

Momo: "Just freestyle. Show me your natural style."

Your natural what now?

You froze, blinking at her like a deer in headlights.

Y/N: "You mean... just... dance? Right now?"

Momo: "No, I meant juggle. Of course, I mean dance."

You swallowed hard.

Okay. Okay. This was your chance to prove yourself. You weren't just some rookie. You were a JYPE ace. You had skills.

You inhaled deeply, rolled your shoulders, and stepped into position.

The beat dropped.

You moved.

At first, you kept it simple, feeling out the rhythm. A few steps here, a few body rolls there. You weren't going to go all out yet-you needed to pace yourself.

Momo nodded slightly, observing with sharp eyes.

Then, you added a little more flair. A sharper pop. A quicker footwork pattern. A turn with a controlled isolation.

You sneaked a glance at Momo.

She was still watching. Still analyzing.

No reaction.

Your heart pounded as you picked up the intensity. You had to impress her. You threw in a few tricks, making sure everything looked clean.

Still... nothing.

Momo just stood there, arms crossed, eyes locked onto you like a scientist studying an experiment.

Your confidence wavered. Were you doing okay? Was she not impressed? Was she internally laughing at you?

Then-just when you thought you were about to die from the silence-Momo suddenly spoke.

Momo: "Stop."

You halted immediately, panting slightly.

Momo walked toward you, stopping just a foot away.

She tilted her head, eyes narrowing slightly.

Then, she smirked.

Momo: "Not bad."

You exhaled so hard you nearly collapsed.

Y/N: "Th-Thanks."

Momo took a step back, stretching her arms again.

Momo: "But you're overthinking it."

You stiffened.

Y/N: "I-What?"

Momo: "You're too stiff. You're thinking too much about how you look instead of just feeling the dance."

She lifted an eyebrow.

Momo: "That why you were following my warm-ups like a lost puppy too?"

Your soul left your body.

Y/N: "I-Puppy?! No, I was just-"

Momo chuckled, shaking her head.

Momo: "Relax. You've got talent. I just need you to trust yourself more."

Trust yourself.

Easier said than done when Momo Hirai was literally standing in front of you, judging your every move.

Still, you nodded quickly.

Y/N: "Got it. Trust myself."

Momo smiled slightly before clapping her hands.

Momo: "Alright then. Let's go again."

And just like that, the training continued.

And you...?

You were just trying your absolute best not to die under Momo's intense gaze.

Momo tapped her phone, replaying the song from the beginning.

Momo: "Alright. Try again. This time, stop thinking so much and just feel the music."

You nodded, swallowing your nerves as the beat kicked in again.

This time, you tried to loosen up. No overanalyzing. No worrying about whether Momo was judging your every move.

Just. Dance.

Momo stepped in front of you, demonstrating a simple groove with her hips-fluid, natural, effortless. You mirrored her movements, matching her rhythm.

Then she added more flow, shifting smoothly from side to side, her body moving with an elegance that could only be achieved through years of experience.

You followed.

But this time... something clicked.

Your body moved instinctively, matching her pace, your hips rolling just a bit deeper, a bit smoother than before.

It was subtle-barely even intentional-but it happened.

And Momo noticed.

Her movements faltered for a split second, her eyes flickering toward you in surprise.

You didn't notice at first. You were in the zone, completely lost in the rhythm. Your body moved without hesitation, perfectly mirroring her flow-maybe even outdoing it by accident.

And that's when you saw it.

That flicker of something in Momo's expression.

Impressed.

She was impressed.

You almost tripped from the realization.

Wait. Did I just-?

Momo quickly recovered, tilting her head slightly as she continued the routine.

Momo: "...Not bad."

She tried to sound neutral. Casual. Like this was just normal practice.

But there was no missing the slight twitch of her lips.

A smirk.

A very faint smirk.

Your heart pounded. Did you just-Did you actually make Momo Hirai impressed for a second?

You weren't sure if you should be proud or terrified.

Momo, however, had already shifted back into mentor mode.

Momo: "Alright. Let's try something harder."

She moved into a sharper hip roll, slowing it down to emphasize control. You mirrored her without hesitation, feeling the motion sink into your muscles.

Again, your flow matched hers.

Again, you felt that tiny flicker of amusement in her eyes.

And again...

You had the strangest feeling that this training session was about to get way more interesting than you had originally expected.

Momo's smirk grew as she stepped back, rolling her shoulders.

Momo: "Alright, let's take it up a notch."

You didn't question it. You were already in the zone, locked into the rhythm, your body responding naturally. You weren't thinking anymore-you were feeling it.

Momo slid into a smooth transition, hips swaying in a controlled motion, before snapping into a sharp footwork sequence. You followed immediately, mirroring her movements without hesitation.

Her brows raised slightly.

She tried something more intricate-an elegant body wave flowing seamlessly into a sharp hip roll, a move often seen in girl group choreography.

You followed.

No hesitation. No awkwardness. Just pure muscle memory and rhythm.

Momo's eyes lit up with amusement.

Momo: "Oh?"

A challenge.

She switched it up, throwing in a more aggressive pop-and-lock move, something sharper and more masculine.

You copied.

She tested you again, smoothly blending in more feminine isolation work-a subtle chest pop followed by a delicate wrist flick.

You followed.

There was no thought of masculine or feminine styles in your head. You just danced.

And that was what caught Momo's attention the most.

Her smirk widened as she suddenly leaned in, shifting into a playful but fluid movement-shoulders rolling, hips swaying, an effortlessly charismatic groove.

She was pushing you now.

Testing you.

Would you hesitate? Would you get embarrassed?

Nope.

You met her energy head-on, matching her flow with the same smoothness, completely unfazed.

That's when it happened.

The unspoken shift.

The training session had officially turned into a full-on, unintentional dance battle.

Momo took a step forward, her body flowing through the music, challenging you with her movements.

You stepped forward too, seamlessly responding, your own rhythm intertwining with hers.

Her amusement deepened.

She upped the difficulty, executing a precise isolation, controlling each muscle with eerie precision.

You mirrored it near-perfectly.

Momo: "...Oh, you're serious about this."

You grinned.

Y/N: "I'm just following my mentor, right?"

Momo chuckled, rolling her eyes.

But she wasn't stopping.

She threw in a more sensual move, a slow and controlled body roll, her eyes flickering to yours to see if you'd hesitate.

You didn't.

You matched the movement smoothly, not even thinking about how close you two had gotten in the exchange.

The air shifted.

There was something about the way the two of you moved now-perfectly in sync, feeding off each other's energy.

And the best part?

Momo was genuinely impressed.

This wasn't just a test anymore.

This was fun.

And as the music continued, as the battle carried on with neither of you backing down, one thought crossed her mind-

Oh... this is gonna be interesting.

The music slowly came to an end, the beat fading out as you both stood there, breathing heavily. Your chest rose and fell in time with Momo's as you wiped the sweat from your brow, trying to catch your breath.

But now...

Now, there was only a comfortable silence between the two of you.

You stood upright, posture as poised as ever, but your heart was still racing. You felt the heat rise to your face-though it was a gentle warmth, it was enough to make you feel a little self-conscious about the whole exchange.

Did I do okay?

Momo slowly lowered her arms, her eyes studying you.

Momo: "You didn't even flinch."

You nodded quietly, avoiding her gaze, unsure if you'd truly done anything worthy of praise.

Y/N: "I... just followed your lead."

Momo gave a soft chuckle at your humble response.

Momo: "You're a lot more composed than I thought."

Her voice was light, but there was an edge of admiration in it. You could hear it, even if it wasn't direct.

For a moment, she simply stared at you, like she was sizing you up all over again.

And then, in a sudden shift of energy, she smiled.

Momo: "You're not bad, Y/N. Not bad at all."

You felt your cheeks flush, but you quickly lowered your head to hide it, not wanting to seem too affected by her compliment. You hadn't expected to get such praise from Momo of all people.

Y/N: "Thank you."

Your voice was soft, almost shy, but you felt it. You felt her approval in a way that made you want to work even harder.

Momo crossed her arms again, her smirk still present.

Momo: "We're just getting started, though. If you can keep up with me on the floor, maybe we'll see how you do in a real performance."

You nodded without a word, your gaze dropping momentarily. It was hard to keep your usual composed demeanor when the person standing in front of you was Momo, the one who had just pushed you to your limits and somehow... made you feel like you belonged in this space.

Y/N: "I'll keep working hard."

Momo studied you for another beat, then gave a single nod of approval. She finally dropped her arms and took a step toward the door.

Momo: "Good. See you tomorrow. And don't let that energy fade."

You nodded once more, your posture still straight, your gaze fixed on the ground as she walked toward the door. But before she left, she paused, glancing back at you.

Her eyes softened for just a moment.

Momo: "And... good job today, Y/N."

You felt your heart skip a beat, but you kept your expression neutral, even though you couldn't hide the slight warmth creeping into your cheeks again.

Y/N: "Thank you, Momo."

She smiled once more, a small, knowing smile. Then, with one last glance, she left the room, closing the door gently behind her.

You let out a breath you didn't realize you were holding.

You stood there for a moment, still processing the session. You had kept your calm throughout the whole thing, but inside? Your heart was racing.

But you couldn't help but feel a little more confident now.

Momo had seen something in you, something that made her acknowledge your effort, your passion. And that... that meant more than any compliment.

You couldn't wait to see where this would go next.

Momo's Pov

The door clicked shut behind her, and Momo leaned against the cool surface of the wall, her breath still heavy from the intensity of the session.

She had to admit it: You were better than she expected. The way you followed her, no hesitation, no question. You didn't flinch, you didn't second-guess yourself. You just moved.

That's the kind of drive I like.

But as the initial satisfaction from the training session settled in, another, more complicated feeling started to bubble up inside her. It was the kind of feeling that had followed her since the moment Sana had opened her mouth yesterday.

Momo ran a hand through her hair, shaking her head lightly as she replayed the conversation in her mind.

Why does she always have to do that?

Sana: "You may become his mentor, Momoring. But we all are still his Sunbaes. I can still hop in without being assigned"

Momo had brushed it off in the moment, but those words? They had stayed with her.

Caught your eye.

And Sana's teasing smile, the way she'd said it so easily-so playfully-as if she already knew something Momo was only starting to realize herself.

It wasn't just about the mentoring.

It wasn't.

Momo closed her eyes for a moment, a sharp pang of frustration flickering through her.

She had to remind herself why she'd chosen you to mentor in the first place. You were talented, driven, already on the edge of greatness. You had the potential to be JYPE's next big thing, and she saw herself in you. She wanted to mold that potential, guide it, refine it.

That was the official reason, anyway.

But there was another reason, one that had been gnawing at her the whole time she watched you move in the studio, her eyes narrowing on every flick of your wrist, every tilt of your hips. The way you danced-effortlessly-reminded her of the very reason she'd fallen in love with dancing in the first place. The freedom, the passion. But also...

You were so much like her, and it felt like it made her possessive in a way she wasn't sure she wanted to admit.

A soft sigh escaped her lips.

Sana had noticed, too. That undeniable energy between you and her-Sana saw it, and she wasn't the type to let a potential rival slip by unnoticed. She was too competitive, too driven, too bold for that.

And now...

Now, this would be more than just a dance lesson.

Sana had been teasing, of course, but Momo knew it wasn't just playful banter. The competition in her voice was real. Sana was looking at you the same way Momo had. There was no mistaking it.

The idea of Sana getting closer to you, of her claiming what Momo was starting to feel a possessive claim over, left a bitter taste in her mouth.

She wasn't ready to admit it out loud. Hell, she didn't even want to acknowledge it to herself just yet. But the way her chest tightened, the way her heart skipped a beat every time you gave her that shy, humble smile, was more than enough to let her know.

She wanted you.

She'd always been the more bold one, the one who'd never hesitated to make a move. But Momo? She was always careful, always calculated. She had never gotten into a mess like this before.

And yet, here she was.

Wanting you.

Her competition was standing right next to her. And the way things were unfolding, it wasn't just about teaching you anymore.

It was about winning.

Winning you.

Momo pressed her hand to her chest, a slight twinge of pain sparking beneath her ribs.

This wasn't going to be easy.

But she wasn't backing down.

Momo's fingers tightened around the fabric of her shirt as she stood there, lost in her thoughts. She could feel her pulse quicken, and it wasn't from the dance practice.

It was from the growing weight of her emotions, the things she'd been trying to bury beneath the surface. She had never been this conflicted before-never so uncertain about what she really wanted.

She had always been in control, the calm, collected one. She had never let emotions cloud her judgment, especially not when it came to something like this.

But you? You had her questioning everything.

Your quiet intensity, your humility-it made her want to protect you, to guide you. But there was something else there, something more personal she wasn't ready to admit even to herself.

Her thoughts drifted back to Sana's teasing. Sana's knowing smile.

Of course, Sana had caught on. She always did. There wasn't a way to hide her feelings from someone like Sana, who thrived on competition and flirtation. Momo had expected this, but the feeling of being seen in such a way made her uncomfortably aware of just how much she was starting to care about you.

But now?

Now, she was torn.

Momo sighed deeply, letting the air leave her lungs in a long, slow exhale. She leaned her back against the cold, smooth wall, closing her eyes for a moment, gathering her thoughts.

She couldn't keep pretending like this wasn't becoming something more than just mentoring.

She had to face it.

She wanted you. Not just because you were a talented trainee. Not just because you had the potential to be JYPE's next star.

But because you made her feel something she hadn't felt in a long time.

The way you listened, the way you followed her movements so earnestly, your shy smile that melted her defenses-that was why she wanted to be the one to guide you.

And if Sana thought she was going to just let you slip away like that-if she thought she could just waltz in and take what Momo was starting to claim-then she had another thing coming.

This was her job.

She was going to be the one who shaped you, who molded your talent.

She was going to make sure you became great... for her.

Momo clenched her fists, the heat of determination flooding her veins.

She wasn't going to let anyone-especially not Sana-take this from her.

She would win.

And she would do it her way.

You stood alone in the practice room, trying to catch your breath after the intense session with Momo. Your chest still heaved as you leaned against the wall, silently reprimanding yourself for pushing a little too hard. The music had stopped, but the feeling of it still vibrated in your bones, and you were trying to reign in your breathing, to steady yourself.

As you closed your eyes for a brief moment, your thoughts drifting to the past hour-Momo's moves, her focus, the way she'd pushed you-you heard the soft click of the door opening.

Before you could even turn to see who it was, a voice broke through the stillness.

Sana: "Well, well, well... look who's hard at work."

You froze.

That voice-playful, teasing, and dripping with confidence-sent a jolt through you. The unmistakable voice of Minatozaki Sana, the aegyo queen from TWICE.

You turned, your breath catching in your throat when you saw her.

She stood in the doorway, leaning against the frame with her signature sassy smile plastered across her face and waving at you. Her eyes glinted with that mischievous sparkle, and she was dressed casually, but effortlessly stylish. A loose white top, dark pants, and a light jacket draped over her shoulder. She didn't even look like she was sweating, as if she hadn't been dancing for hours already face

But what really hit you was the way she looked at you.

There was something in her gaze-something that had your heart stuttering for just a beat.

Sana: "Didn't know you had it in you, Y/N."

Her playful tone made you smile shyly, but you couldn't quite keep the heat from your cheeks as she slowly made her way into the room.

She didn't stop walking until she was just a few feet from you, her eyes assessing you from head to toe.

You felt yourself get a little self-conscious. Why did she have to walk in right now, of all times?

Y/N: "I... I'm just taking a break," you stammered, trying to keep your voice steady.

Sana tilted her head, that same playful smirk never leaving her lips.

Sana: "A break, huh?" She crossed her arms and leaned back against the nearest wall. "I was just passing by and saw someone here practicing hard... thought I'd come check on my future favorite trainee."

You blinked at her in confusion, unsure of what she meant by that.

Y/N: "Future favorite trainee?"

Sana gave a soft laugh, tapping her finger to her chin as if she were deep in thought.

Sana: "Well, it's just that... you've got something about you. I've seen Momo working with you, and she seems to have a special interest in you."

There was that glint in her eye again, and it made your heart race just a little faster.

Sana: "And I can't help but wonder... how much more special can you get?"

Her words hit like a subtle challenge, a direct comparison to the work Momo had been doing with you. You felt the tension in the air rise, but you weren't quite sure how to respond.

Sana stepped a little closer now, tilting her head to the side.

Sana: "But you know, it's not just about talent, Y/N. It's about connection too, don't you think?"

The way she said it was almost like a flirtation, though it was light-hearted and fun. Still, the meaning behind it was clear-she was sizing you up, in a way that felt far too personal for the situation.

Your thoughts were already clouded by Momo's intensity earlier. Now, Sana had stepped into the mix, and you found yourself unable to shake the feeling that something more was at play here.

Y/N: "I'm not sure what you mean..."

Sana gave you a knowing look, that smile curling into something more mischievous.

Sana: "Oh, you'll see soon enough."

The words hung in the air, thick with meaning.

She took another step forward, just enough for you to notice the way her presence seemed to take over the space.

Sana: "Just remember, Y/N," she said softly, her voice low but teasing, "while you're working hard, keep in mind that I'm watching too. And if you need a little extra guidance... I'm always happy to help."

You were too stunned by her proximity and the way she was speaking to respond immediately. Her eyes locked onto yours for a brief, intense moment, and then she gave you that trademark wink before stepping back.

Sana: "But don't keep me waiting too long, okay?"

You stood frozen for a moment, still trying to process the whole interaction.

---

The Fifth Day - A Shift in Momo

The past five days had gone by in a blur of sweat, aching muscles, and relentless practice. Every morning, you showed up at the practice room, ready to train under Momo's watchful eyes. And every day, she pushed you harder.

But today?

Today was different.

Momo wasn't just pushing you-she was driving you to your absolute limits.

Her sharp gaze was more intense than usual, her commands were brisk, and there was a weight in her tone that hadn't been there before.

Momo: "Again."

You wiped the sweat off your forehead, barely catching your breath before stepping back into position. You didn't question her. You never did.

Because she was Momo-the best dancer in K-Pop, your mentor, and someone you respected more than words could express.

And if she said "again," you did it again.

The music blared through the speakers, and you threw yourself into the choreography, following her every move like it was second nature by now. The steps were clean, but Momo wasn't satisfied.

Momo: "Tighter footwork. You're not locking in properly."

Your lungs burned, your legs screamed for rest, but you nodded and kept going.

Momo: "More control in your transitions."

You bit the inside of your cheek and adjusted, moving through the routine with as much precision as you could muster. But even when you thought you executed it well, her expression barely changed.

If anything... it looked like she was frustrated.

And yet, despite her harshness, you didn't fight back.

You didn't ask why she was pushing you harder than usual.

Because this was Momo-and whatever she demanded from you, you gave it without hesitation.

Because you admired her.

Her talent, her discipline, her presence.

Momo wasn't just a mentor to you-she was someone who had your complete respect.

So, even if your body begged for a break, even if her voice was sharper today, even if she seemed unusually cold-you took it all in stride.

Until finally, after what felt like an eternity, the music stopped.

You stood there, panting, sweat dripping down your face, your shirt clinging to your body. Your muscles trembled from exhaustion, but you refused to complain.

Momo crossed her arms, staring at you with a conflicted look.

You waited for her to say something, to correct you, to give another order.

Instead, she exhaled sharply and looked away.

For the first time today, her voice softened-just a little.

Momo: "We're done for now."

You blinked in surprise but didn't argue.

Slowly, you sat down on the floor, gulping down water as you tried to steady your breathing.

Momo, however, remained standing, arms still crossed, her eyes staring at nothing in particular.

Something was off.

You could feel it.

But you didn't understand why.

You had no idea that five days ago, just hours after your first practice session with her, Momo had found out about Sana.

You had no idea that Sana had timed it perfectly-that just when Momo thought she had a lead in being close to you, Sana had swooped in, inserting herself into your world without any assignment.

And you definitely had no idea that Momo had been steaming about it ever since.

All you knew... was that today, for some reason, she had been harder on you than ever before.

And yet, despite her frustration, despite whatever was bothering her-you couldn't bring yourself to resent it.

Because no matter what, this was Momo.

And you would always give her your all.

Even if you didn't understand why she was acting this way.

You collapsed onto all fours, your arms trembling as you gasped for air. The cold floor beneath you did nothing to cool the burning heat in your body.

Who the fuck dances non-stop for almost two hours with no proper break?

Oh, that's right. Hirai Momo.

You had barely managed to steal five to ten seconds of standing breaths between transitions before she barked at you to keep moving. Every time you thought she'd let up, she pushed you further, her voice cutting through the music like a drill sergeant on a mission.

And now, your lungs felt like they were about to collapse.

Your arms barely held you up as you wheezed, trying to regain even a fraction of the energy you'd burned through.

Sweat dripped from your chin, hitting the floor beneath you, and you swore your soul was about to leave your body.

You tilted your head up, still panting like you had just run a marathon, and stared at her.

Momo stood there, completely unfazed.

She had a towel lazily draped over her shoulder, her toned stomach barely rising and falling as if the same practice that had you on the verge of death was just a warm-up for her.

Her expression was unreadable, her lips pressed into a firm line as she looked down at you.

And that pissed you off.

Not because she had pushed you so hard-no, you could handle the training.

But because something was off with her today, and you had no clue what it was.

Your voice came out hoarse, words escaping between gasps.

Y/N: "Momo... are you-huff-are you mad at me or something?"

For the first time all day, her expression faltered.

It was quick, but you saw it.

A flicker of hesitation.

She opened her mouth, then closed it, her arms tightening around herself.

Then, just as fast as the slip-up came, she straightened up, shaking her head.

Momo: "No. You're imagining things."

Imagining things, my ass.

Your instincts were screaming at you. Something was wrong.

But you were too exhausted to press further.

Instead, you let your forehead drop onto the floor with a dull thud, groaning into the wood.

Y/N: "Holy shit... I think I'm dying."

Momo scoffed, the faintest hint of amusement in her tone.

Momo: "Dramatic."

You raised a shaky hand, flipping her off without looking up.

She let out a small chuckle but didn't comment further.

Still, the silence between you two felt... strange.

Not uncomfortable, but not the usual camaraderie either.

And it was all her.

She had been different today.

You could feel it.

But no matter how much you replayed the session in your head, you couldn't figure out why.

She had always been a strict mentor-but never like this.

Never this unyielding, never this harsh, never this distant.

A bead of sweat slid down your temple as you lay there, your breathing slowly evening out.

Then, just as your body finally started to settle, Momo spoke again.

Momo: "Go home and rest."

You blinked up at her.

Y/N: "That's it? No review? No 'fix this, fix that' lecture?"

Momo exhaled through her nose, turning away.

Momo: "Tomorrow."

And just like that, she grabbed her towel and walked toward the exit, her back turned to you.

You watched her go, your gut telling you that something had changed.

Meanwhile, Momo's Mind Was a Battlefield.

The moment she stepped out of the practice room, her entire body tensed.

She let out a slow breath, gripping the towel too tightly in her hands.

Her jaw clenched, her thoughts spiraling.

She had pushed you too hard today.

She knew it.

And yet, she couldn't stop herself.

Because five days ago, Sana had timed it perfectly-showing up just after Momo had trained with you.

And suddenly, everything felt like a game.

A silent, unspoken war between her and Sana.

She wasn't dumb. She saw the way Sana had looked at you that day.

Sana wasn't just playing around.

She was staking her claim.

And Momo hated it.

And for reasons she wasn't ready to admit yet, she wanted you for herself.

That's why she had set this up from the start.

That's why she had volunteered to be your mentor.

That's why she had planned all of this.

And yet, now?

Now Sana was in the picture.

And for the first time since deciding to guide you-Momo felt threatened.

So today, she pushed you.

Harder than she ever had.

Not to punish you.

But to remind herself that she was first.

That she was your mentor.

That you belonged in her hands before anyone else's.

And yet...

Yet the moment she saw you collapsed on the floor, completely drained, something twisted inside her chest.

Regret.

Guilt.

A selfish kind of frustration.

Because she had never wanted to hurt you.

She just...

She just couldn't lose to Sana.

Not in this.

Not with you.

Momo exhaled sharply, shaking her head as she walked down the hallway.

Momo leaned against the cool mirror of the empty practice room, staring at her own reflection.

Her chest was still tight from the last two hours-though not from exhaustion. Not from the dance, not from the practice.

But from the emotions simmering just beneath her composed surface.

She let out a sharp breath, gripping her towel as she let her thoughts run loose.

"Okay, Momo. Let's be real for a second."

She was never one to back down. Not in dance, not in competition, and definitely not in this.

And this?

It was about you.

It was about making sure that, when the time came, there was no doubt in your mind who was by your side first.

Because Momo wasn't a fool.

She knew how these things worked.

Attraction wasn't just about time spent together-it was about timing itself.

And Sana had almost fucked up hers.

That woman had a knack for slipping into people's lives so smoothly it was like she was meant to be there.

And the way she looked at you?

Yeah. Momo had caught that.

The same way she had looked at you herself.

But unlike Sana, Momo didn't just rush in with playful touches and teasing remarks.

No, no, no. That wasn't her style.

She had planned this way before Sana even caught on.

And now?

Now, she just had to be patient.

She rolled her shoulders, cracking her neck slightly as she kept thinking.

She had laid the groundwork already-securing the position as your mentor was the biggest step.

Now, she just needed to let things play out naturally.

To let time do the work for her.

To make sure that, when she finally made her move, it wouldn't feel sudden or forced.

It would feel inevitable.

Because, in the end, what made feelings real? What made them last?

Not just attraction. Not just impulse.

But trust. Respect. Connection.

And that was exactly what she was building with you.

Every session. Every critique. Every time she pushed you past your limits and helped you see the potential you hadn't even realized you had.

You already admired her.

That much was obvious from the way you looked at her.

Now, she just had to make you need her.

Not just as a mentor.

Not just as a sunbae.

But as something... more.

She smirked slightly, wiping the sweat from her forehead.

Sana could play her little games.

Could flirt, tease, and slide her way into your thoughts.

But Momo wasn't worried.

Because at the end of the day?

Sana was unpredictable.

Momo?

Momo was constant.

And that was why, when all was said and done, you'd fall for her first.

You just didn't know it yet.

But you would.

And Momo would make damn sure of it.

Momo's eyes narrowed slightly as she stared at her reflection.

Her own smirk faded just a little, replaced by something sharper.

Because if there was one mistake she would never make, it was underestimating Minatozaki Sana.

And why would she?

They had been together for years.

Through thousands of hours of practice, through sleepless nights, through every win and loss, every moment of exhaustion and triumph.

Sana was her person.

Her twin.

Her other half in TWICE.

But that also meant-if anyone knew just how dangerous Sana could be in this... silent war, it was her.

Sana was not someone to take lightly.

She was playful, affectionate, and had a way of making people feel special without even trying.

And that was the problem.

Because Sana wasn't like her.

Momo worked with structure.

With plans.

Sana?

Sana just felt.

She didn't need a damn blueprint.

She just did what came naturally-and the worst part? It worked.

She didn't have to push or manipulate. She just existed.

And people gravitated to her like moths to a flame.

Momo knew this better than anyone.

Had seen it too many times.

And if she wasn't careful?

She might see it happen again.

With you.

Her fingers tightened around the towel in her hands.

No.

She had worked too hard.

Planned too well.

She wasn't going to let this slip away just because Sana could smile the right way and say the right things without even thinking.

And if she played her cards right?

By the time Sana even realized she was in a game-Momo would have already won.

But for that to happen...

She had to be careful.

Because Minatozaki Sana was not an opponent you let your guard down around.

Momo was still deep in thought, plotting every next step, when-

Sana: "Momoring~!"

A loud, cheerful voice rang through the practice room.

Momo practically jumped in place, a shriek escaping her lips as she spun around in pure shock.

Momo: "YA! SANA!"

Her heartbeat spiked. Not because she was scared-but because she was caught off guard.

Sana just beamed at her like a damn ray of sunshine, completely unfazed by Momo's reaction.

Sana: "Oh? Were you waiting for me? How sweet!"

Momo scowled, pressing a hand to her chest to calm herself.

Momo: "You almost gave me a heart attack, idiot! What are you even doing here?!"

Sana just hummed, tilting her head cutely as she walked further into the room.

Sana: "What, am I not allowed to be in a JYPE practice room? That's kinda mean, Momoring~"

Momo rolled her eyes, but the way Sana grinned at her made her stomach twist.

This wasn't a random visit.

Sana never did anything without a reason.

Momo: "Seriously. What do you want?"

Sana let out a dramatic gasp, placing a hand over her chest.

Sana: "Me? Want something? Momo-chan, you wound me!"

Momo gave her the most deadpan stare imaginable.

Momo: "Spill it."

Sana pouted but then gave a playful shrug.

Sana: "Fine~ If you insist. I just wanted to see how our dear little trainee was doing~"

Momo's expression froze.

Sana noticed.

And that was exactly why she smirked.

Momo: "...He's fine."

Sana: "Oh? That's all?"

Momo inhaled deeply, forcing herself to keep her face neutral.

Momo: "Why do you care?"

Sana's smirk widened.

Sana: "Why do you?"

Sana was testing her.

And Momo hated how easily she could do it.

Momo: "He's my trainee. Of course I care."

Sana hummed in mock agreement.

Sana: "Mhm. Of course. Just your trainee."

Momo wanted to strangle her.

Sana: "Well, I guess I'll see him later then. No need to interrupt your special time with him, right?

Momo's eyes narrowed.

she just crossed her arms, staring Sana down.

Sana just gave her a knowing look, spun on her heel, and began walking away.

But then-right at the door-she turned back, grinning.

Sana: "Oh, by the way~"

Momo tensed.

Sana winked.

Sana: "Don't overwork him too much, okay? I like my men still able to stand."

And with that-she left.

Momo stood there, jaw tight, fingers curling into her sleeves.

She took a deep breath.

...This was going to be war.

And Sana knew it.

[butterznack]

out of touch

Pairing : Jihyo x afab!reader

Summary : another late night studying while face-timing with your girlfriend who tells you to take a break.

Genre : smut, established relationship, college!au

Warnings : 18+, phone sex, mutual masturbation, fingering, sex talk? kinda?, clit stimulation, g-spot stimulation

a/n : first attempt at writing smut, it’s kinda short, maybe a bit rushed at the end, it’s not that bad, it’s not incredible, it’s fine enough for me to post it here lol. tell me if i missed any warnings regarding the smut <3

“I’m a mess.”

“What are you talking about?” Your girlfriend inquires.

“I’m falling behind in my classes, again.”

You watch as Jihyo tilts her head to the side, chin propped up on her hand and staring into your soul through her phone screen. You want to blame it on her and claim it is solely because of her charm, her gorgeous face and sweet words of hers that you are failing your classes this semester.

“Don’t look at me like that,” you whine, leaning back into your chair, defeated.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, love,” but the smirk slowly stretching the corners of her lips gives her away and you pout.

You’ve had to retake three classes you flunked last semester. One because you dropped it as you realized five classes were too much workload for you; a second because the professor didn’t want to gross up the class’ grades even though everyone was complaining about the teacher’s unrelated-to-the-course’s-content questions in the exam, which made you and a bunch of other students fail; and a last because it was an elective you chose outside of your department of study and miserably failed as well. But maybe Advanced Calculus I when you were majoring in communications was not the brightest idea of your undergrad career.

What even is the Cauchy sequence anyway?

“That bad?” Jihyo asks, voice soft and laced with concern.

“I’m supposed to graduate next semester,” you start, throwing your pen on your desk, “and I said the same thing last semester.”

You curse at the sky, well, your dorm room’s ceiling. The scene has Jihyo giggling, and you mirror her smile, it helps a bit with the dreadful feeling bubbling at the pit of your stomach.

“Baby,” you melt at the pet name, “far be it from me to discourage you from studying right now, I believe you should take a break.”

“I can’t,” you pause, “I don’t want to.”

You see your girlfriend’s face get closer to the camera, and you think you hear the faint sound of her footsteps and a key turning in its lock.

“Because you’re gonna think about it all night, get probably four hours of sleep tops, and miss your first class of the day tomorrow?” she guesses, settling back into her desk chair and adjusting her phone in front of her so you can now see her fully. She’s got one leg propped up on the seat, and her tiny shorts riding up the inner part of her thigh are letting you see her baby blue and yellow flowers panties.

“Hello? Baby, you’re frozen.”

“Yeah, sorry, what were you saying?” You ask, stumbling over your words. You lift your eyes to her face, her hair is tied up in a ponytail and she’s wearing her glasses, a thin and roundish frame complimenting the shape and size of her eyes as they stare into yours. Her neck is exposed, and you see a pink-ish spot near her collarbone, remnants of your latest weekend spent together at her place.

“Case in point,” she pauses, “you should take a break, love.”

The term of endearment makes you whine, a shiver running up your spine to your nape. Jihyo’s tone is sweet, and yet authoritative.

“I’m not good at taking breaks when you’re not there, love.” You emphasize the pet name, trying hard not to crumble under her gaze, now fueled with the idea of a challenge. A look that screams bet.

“Well first of all you can’t possibly be comfortable with that hoodie on. I mean, come on baby, it’s April, the weather’s good. Light even.” And it is a suggestion, your girlfriend is too refined to simply tell you to take your hoodie off. A common occurrence when you started dating, you and Jihyo being downright blunt and short-winded, as if you were in a rush, finding the one weekend you’d manage to have with one another too short to your liking.

While you were still living and studying in different cities, you both got to appreciate and savor those days together.

The more you got to explore each other’s bodies - the tiny lion’s wrinkle making a guest appearance between Jihyo’s eyebrows when giving the first lick at her soaking cunt, or the head thrown back and mouth agape when her fingers poked and rubbed at your g-spot, the more you understood the importance of taking your time, of tiptoeing around, investing more time into foreplay and teasing more than ever now.

“I’m feeling very light,” you grin. Your fingers travel down south, catching the hem of your oversized hoodie and you slowly lift it, revealing your shorts first. Jihyo’s eyes follow your hand, biting down lightly on her bottom lip. She’s attentive, observing and taking in every inch of skin you expose.

You lift the hoodie up to your breasts. Then, sliding both hands underneath it, you grab at them, pulling them up as you keep raising the hoodie higher. As the shirt gathers near your collarbone, you let go of your tits, letting them bounce down.

You can hear Jihyo bite back a mewl through the microphone, her own hand fondling one tit, occasionally pinching the nipple that you can tell are both perking up beneath the fabric of her tank top.

“Copycat,” she smirks when you roll your nipples between your fingers.

“Learned from the best,” you breathe in a whine, staring at her free hand running down her stomach to her shorts. Jihyo lets her hand wander lower, shamelessly palming at her crotch and you watch as her pinky and pointer peek out the sides of the inseam of her bottoms.

“Bet you’d like a taste of me right now, huh?” She taunts.

And you can tell your girlfriend’s panties are drenched just from the dazed look in her eyes and the blush on her cheeks.

While Jihyo’s boobs are a delight for you to touch and gawk at (sometimes, you’re no better than a man), it is also way obvious your girlfriend also gets rapidly turned on and wet just looking at your own. You didn’t think cumming from just mouth and tongue on your nipples was possible until you met her. Jihyo’s skills in that matter were truly unmatched.

“Looks like you’re having a hard time breathing, love,” you tease in return, observing the quick rise and fall of her chest, though you’re no better. “You don’t seem comfortable right now.”

She scoffs, but ultimately decides on baring herself completely to you. Jihyo slides down her shorts and panties at a languid pace, bending down in her chair to gather the underwear and show it off to the camera. She lets it fall between her legs, a playful smile adorning her face, as she settles back into her initial position on the seat. She keeps her top on, an invitation to let your imagination run wild, to let you picture her boobs all round and swollen from arousal and her nipples red.

That’s all it takes for you to start panting, puffing out air as you take in the sight of your girlfriend’s pussy glistening in the lowlight of her dorm room. Jihyo resumes her ministrations, two fingers teasing at her slit, coating them in her arousal to glide them back up her clit. You’re a goner the moment you see her back arching against the backseat, and you finally let go of your tits to undress completely, too hot and bothered at the marvelous sight of your girlfriend getting off to you playing with yourself you don’t think you can hold back any longer.

You’re just as aroused and wet as Jihyo is. Your pussy is throbbing, clenching around nothing, but you don’t give in just yet.

“Keep up with me okay?” Jihyo prompts, and you nod, too focused on the way her fingers prob between her lower lips.

You get both legs to spread wide on the armrests of your desk chair, a hand going down to your soaked cunt, using it as a lubricant to toy at your clit. “You’re the one who should keep up with me,” you jest.

Jihyo doesn’t back down, getting one finger in, and you both moan at the same time. Her pace is slow and steady at first, and you don’t miss out the lewd squelching sounds her pussy makes when she ups her speed, mixed with the whines and moans she unabashedly sings out of her lungs.

For a minute you think about telling her to keep quiet, picturing her stuffing her mouth with the panties on display in front of her pussy. Maybe on another occasion.

You do as you said you would and match her rhythm on your clit, your middle finger circling at the bundle of nerves as fast as Jihyo is now fingering herself. You know the angle is not what you give her when you’re the one stuffing her cunt with your fingers, she’s well aware of it too. Jihyo frowns, it is not enough and it is frustrating, she barely reaches her g-spot, but follows through nonetheless.

When she pulls out to rub at her clit, you put two fingers in and they slide with ease. You moan, there’s still a slight burn and you feel yourself tightening around your fingers. Eyes glued to the screen of your phone, you watch as your girlfriend gets rough on her clit, her moans and gasps less sparse and louder.

“Slow down pretty,” you whimper, “talk to me.”

“Baby, I want your mouth on me,” Jihyo muses. “Fuck, I wish I could sit on your face right now.”

You gasp, going back to massage one tit while circling at your clit again. “I’m the best at it, right? Say it, love,” you demand, and all Jihyo does is nod, eyes shut, she’s pinching one nipple between her fingers, still assaulting her clit, she’s chasing her high. “Look at me.”

Jihyo opens her eyes and what a sight you are. Fucked out, legs spread wide on your chair, boobs bouncing lightly against your arms, your arousal is dripping on the seat of your chair.

Your moans are now as strong as hers, you’re a whimpering mess in front of her and that does it for Jihyo. Your girlfriend has her back arching, she’s doing her best to keep her eyes on you. Her orgasm hits her like a wave against the shore. She grips the armrest, riding herself through her high and more, wincing and whining from the overstimulation.

“Oh fuck,” you gasp, the coil in your stomach snaps and it takes all your willpower to not close your legs on your hand at the risk of falling down from your chair.

“You okay, love?”

You can vaguely hear your girlfriend calling for you.

“Don’t scare me like that,” Jihyo huffs, straightens up and moves closer to her phone. You do the same, still fully naked.

“Weren’t you the one telling me to take a break?” you smile.

“It looked like you fainted for a sec,” she retorts, her lips stretching into a tired smile mimicking yours. “I hope it helped though.”

“Don’t worry, it did.”

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[cry4mina]

T A K E M E B A C K T O E D E N

Choke Hold - Part 1 - (Fluff/Angst)

“You keep me sharp and test my worth in blood”

You and Nayeon wake up on a cool fall morning and go about your day until...

Granite - Part 2 - (Angst)

“You gave me nothing what so ever but a reason to leave”

Reader is struggling with the emotions that come with uncovering some uncomfortable truths about their relationship with Nayeon.

Aqua Regia - Part 3 - (Angst/Angry Fluff)

“Putting down the roses, picking up the sword”

Reader has the name of the person who wrote the note and decides it's time to let the culprits know how they feel.

Ascensionism - Part 4 - (Angst/Angst/Smut)

“Who made you like this? Who encrypted your dark gospel and body language?”

Reader finds out the truth behind what J and Nayeon have been up to, she takes the steps to become more independent and heal her grief, only to fall back into old habits.

The Summoning - Part 5 - (Fluff/Angst/Suggestive)

“A taste of the divine. You’ve got my body, flesh, and bone.”

Reader leaves Nayeon's apartment and gets a phone call from an unexpected person, resulting in a hang out session that quickly develops into a series of unexpected events.

The Apparition - Part 5.5 - (Angst/Suggestive/Smut)

“Why are you never real? Whenever you appear you leave me with that grace, I am trembling in fear.”

This takes places at the end of Part 4 and goes through the end of Part 5! Following around Jihyo and Nayeon as they discover what Reader has been doing since they left the shared apartment, and who Reader has been hanging out with.

Vore - Part 6 - (Fluff/Smut/Angst)

“Are you in pain like I am?”

Reader and Mina spend some lovely quality time together but are confronted with the possessive Nayeon.

Are You Really Okay? - Part 6.5 - (Angst/Fluff/???)

“Don’t you know I could see it in you even then?”

Mina’s perspective of the end of Vore and into Euclid.

Euclid - Part 7 - (Angst/Fluffy Moments)

"You are all my symmetry. A parallel I would lay my life on, so if your wings won't find you heaven I will bring it down like an ancient by gone."

Reader wakes up and learns of the events that happened once they passed out and who was responsible for saving them.

DYWTYLM - Part 8 - (Angst/Fluff)

“And it’s been so long that I’m forgetting what it feels like but I’d rather not remind myself and leave it all behind. Do you with that you loved me?”

Reader cooperates with authorities to trap Nayeon so they can lock her away for good but nayeon has other plans. Mina shows up for you in ways you never thought possible, solidifying your relationship and giving you reinforcement for the idea you already had.

More to come...

Choke Hold - Part One - Original

Granite - Part Two - Original

Aqua Regis - Part Three - Original

[allfortzu]

between one and two

-- momo / jihyo / tzuyu, 1.8k. smut // polyamory // MEN DNI

scalding hot; always when they're together.

to say tzuyu didn't love being praised would be a lie.

when she agreed to join momo and jihyo today, she failed to consider the fact that no one doted and adored her more physically than them, her girlfriends, and regardless of any mistakes in choreography, she was simply faultless in their eyes. 

though she initially keens at it, the constant affection eventually becomes distracting in ways she refuses to admit. 

“just like that,” jihyo murmurs, hands on tzuyu’s waist, helping her into position. 

momo leans against the mirror, arms crossed. her eyes rake over their figures in contemplation. “remember: hold, turn, then dip.” 

it would be good advice to remember, if only tzuyu wasn't so caught up trying to ignore her painfully tensed jaw. 

jihyo’s hands are warm against her skin, almost screaming for her attention through the cloth of her t-shirt, and the chest tightening feeling is all the more intensified under momo's gaze.

jihyo seems to notice, as attentive as ever. 

“breathe, tzu,” she whispers. 

unfortunately, tzuyu is given minimal time to heed her reminder as momo starts the music up once again, and she's thrown into their practiced choreography with only her muscle memory and jihyo to guide her. 

she finishes back in jihyo's arms after a final spin, and by then, momo has pushed herself away from the mirror to review their finishing post more closely. 

they hold their places instinctively, letting momo position them as she pleases. 

tzuyu's a little out of breath – from the dancing, she'd hoped – but now with both momo and jihyo in such close proximity, she's not too sure if it's just that anymore. 

“that was perfect, really,” momo muses, pleased.

tzuyu's gaze is too busy darting from jihyo's in the mirror to momo's just opposite her, before she falters completely and settles on the hardwood floor. 

she doesn't hide it very well, it seems, because momo and jihyo exchange knowing glances. there're teasing glints in their eyes; unavoidable. 

“are you nervous?” jihyo raises a brow. 

nervous is an understatement. tzuyu can feel her heart in her temple, and she knows jihyo feels it too. 

“you did amazing, baby,” momo praises, caressing tzuyu's cheek to bring her gaze up. “what's wrong?” 

now momo can feel it, she's sure. 

“i– um,” tzuyu says. momo catches her eye, and she panics. “i need a break.” 

thankfully, they don't push. 

jihyo presses a kiss to her cheek before letting go, allowing tzuyu to scramble away to catch her breath. 

she sees them chuckling in her peripheral vision, but decidedly ignores it for the sake of her sanity. she's never been good at handling the two of them at once. 

she falls back on the couch with a huff, rubbing her face in her palms. 

momo and jihyo pay her little mind after, and while tzuyu's able to regain her composure momentarily, she quickly finds herself flustered all over again when they resume practice. 

the move perfectly in sync, somehow acutely aware of each other.

there's something about watching momo and jihyo dance – tzuyu doesn't think she could ever tire of it. 

she keeps her eyes trained on them, mesmerised. there's an unexplainable admiration and want that stirs. 

it’s momo who notices this time and snaps her right out of her thoughts. 

“tzu-ah, come here,” she says, reaching her arm out. 

tzuyu is startled, but there's little time to overthink it. she takes momo’s hand and lets herself be drawn in. 

momo catches her by the waist before she stumbles. 

jihyo comes up from behind then, tucking her chin on tzuyu's shoulder and clasping her hands in front of her abdomen. “you seem a little… distracted.” 

tzuyu doesn't miss the way the corner of momo's lips tug upwards. she can't see jihyo's face now, but she’s sure jihyo's just as unbearably smug about it, if not even more. 

they seem to read each other's minds– where jihyo's hands stop, momo picks up somewhere else. 

tzuyu can't help but cast her eyes downwards; momo's lips look very kissable. i’m fucked, she thinks. 

“i’m not,” she murmurs. 

they can tell anyway – they already have. she only hopes they'd stop or do something about it. 

knowing them, they've never been able to resist the latter. 

“mhm,” momo drawls. “of course not.” 

behind her, jihyo sneaks her hands beneath her shirt. tzuyu chokes up. 

“what did i say about breathing?” jihyo scratches lightly, just up her sides, always teasing. 

tzuyu sucks in a breath. she's compliant to a fault. “i'm– i'm trying.” 

“you are,” jihyo hums, velvet in tzuyu's ear. “keep going, baby. you don't have to hold back.” 

tzuyu doesn't know who she's talking to. on the other side, momo curls a palm around her nape and scatters kisses down her jaw. oh.

“ah, i–” 

“you're good,” jihyo tells her. as it always is with jihyo's way with words, tzuyu believes her. 

“i'm gonna die,” tzuyu lays a hand over jihyo's, halting its motions. “if you two– if you do it together.” 

she feels momo nibble lightly; clutches onto momo's shirt instinctively in response.

momo smiles against her skin. “you’ve done it before. you're still here.” barely, tzuyu thinks. 

“you can take it,” jihyo murmurs, followed with a kiss on the juncture between her neck and shoulder, and a stubborn hand up her chest. 

the words take effect almost immediately. tzuyu's head falls back with a soft cry, heaving into jihyo's touch. “slow– slowly, please.”

she floats between impatience and oversensitivity, suspended on the edge of a cliff; too eager and afraid to jump off at the same time. jihyo twists her fingers gently, and the reaction she gets from tzuyu is almost euphoric – high, whiny, and knee-buckling. 

momo has to take hold of tzuyu's waist, parting momentarily from her nape. her free hand, the one tzuyu had no mind to notice, makes itself known between her thighs. 

tzuyu gasps into the ceiling, melting. “oh– unnie–”

where momo lacks in words, jihyo makes up with generous praise. 

“i've got you, don't worry– just like that,” she coos. “just perfect, tzuyu.” her hands continue kneading slowly, a fine balance between momo's fingers brushing up her centre and the tension in her chest, and the warm timbre of jihyo's voice. 

momo's fingers brush up her centre, cupping her through cloth. “you've been thinking about this,” she says when she gets there, warmth in her hands. “haven't you?” 

“i'm always– thinking about you two,” tzuyu says with a half-gasp, twisting her head into jihyo. jihyo finds her lips easily, tzuyu's hand on her cheek urging her to come closer even if they couldn't be anymore close. 

“what a sweet tongue,” jihyo notes, splaying a hand over tzuyu's stomach. “did you hear that, momo? she's always thinking about us.” 

“mm-hmm,” momo drawls lovingly. “what can i say– you’re quite irresistible, hyo.”

her hand moves languidly as she comes over to kiss jihyo in earnest, and tzuyu’s sure she catches her eyes in the midst of it on purpose. 

while it would've halted all of tzuyu's thoughts immediately, the sounds made from their kiss rile tzuyu up even more than anything else they could've done. tzuyu squirms in between them; the grip she has on momo’s shoulder and jihyo’s neck respectively is so tense she wonders how she has any energy at all to keep herself upright – then again, jihyo was doing most of the work there, and if tzuyu's mind was clear enough, the realisation would've hazed it up all over again. 

when momo pushes her palm up, pressing against her, tzuyu jerks suddenly with a moan. “momo–” 

momo parts from jihyo's lips. “will you come like this?” her voice is still electrifyingly breathy from the kiss, rough. 

“no–,” tzuyu whines, tugging on momo's sleeve. “want you inside– in me, unnie–”

momo's fingers trail to the waistband of her sweats, teasing. jihyo ignores it, dipping her hand past the elastic and into wetness. 

“you want momo's fingers in you, baby? or mine?” 

oh god, tzuyu thinks. this is how i die. 

“anything– unnie, please,” she begs, because how could she possibly choose? 

it seems to be the answer jihyo is looking for, anyway, because she pushes further down and in almost immediately, and tzuyu's back arches forward with a strangled cry. 

“how's this?” jihyo hums, playful. 

tzuyu doesn't answer, not that jihyo really expects one with how her far head was thrown back and her fingers clawing at jihyo's neck. tzuyu wraps a leg around momo, knees soft, and momo is gracious enough to tighten her grip for support. 

though, not gracious enough to spare tzuyu of madness. 

she pulls tzuyu's sweats down slightly, just enough for her hand to join jihyo's. “leave a little fun for me, hyo,” she mewls.

jihyo shifts in turn, “sorry, i couldn't resist,” and kisses tzuyu's shoulder for good measure,  proving her own point. even then, she still makes space for momo to lay a thumb over tzuyu’s clit. tzuyu truly goes mad. 

in tandem, they're absolutely unbearable in the best of ways. heat builds up in tzuyu's tummy, thrumming steadily and scalding hot; always this way when the three of them are together. 

tzuyu comes, loud, without any more warning besides the whimper that leaves her throat and the dig of her nails into momo's shoulder. warmth spreads from the base of her tummy, a muted explosion all the way up to her head. 

vaguely, she hears momo's voice. “one more, tzu.” 

then, more clearly in her ear, jihyo, “for us, baby, we know you have another one.” 

when jihyo pulls her fingers out, only for it to be replaced with momo’s mouth, tzuyu yelps. “fuck! oh, fuck, momo– unnie, i can't–” 

she really is going to die.

“breathe,” jihyo coaxes, pressing down on her tummy lightly. “just like that, tzu; you're taking momo perfectly.” 

the praise does wonders for her. with a sharp cry, tzuyu comes again, weak spurts of arousal spilling over momo's tongue. she trembles in their hold, tugging on jihyo for something to ground her, even for a moment. jihyo tilts her chin towards her, fingers still wet, and drowns tzuyu's moans out with a kiss. 

momo emerges eventually, lips glistening with slick. 

when jihyo notices, she parts from tzuyu and kisses momo in turn. 

she lets out a soft, pleased hum, savouring the taste.

tzuyu wraps her hands around momo's neck in the meantime, parched but completely satiated at the same time.

“look what you did to her, hyo” momo teases. “you knocked her out.” 

“who's the one who wanted another round?” jihyo bites back. 

“you’re both… too much,” tzuyu manages; but, the buzz in her bones soothes her so quickly she can't find it in herself – forgets, really – to complain anymore. 

“ah, she lives,” jihyo laughs. 

“barely,” tzuyu huffs. 

“want us to stop?” momo piles on. 

in the comfort of their arms, tzuyu dozes off before she's able to come up with a wittier response. 

no, she thinks, never, before her eyes flutter close; she'd be lying otherwise, wouldn't she?

well!! what an absolutely insane thing for me to write, I can't believe it either. I hope this madness was somewhat enjoyable to read!! this fic made me miss jitzu a lot :(( now how do I tag this??

also, I'll be keeping my reqs open for one more day, since I forgot to warn everyone beforehand! they'll be closed tomorrow night (in abt 26 hrs) :)

anyway, thank you so much for reading and interacting!! I really appreciate it <3

[airaibunny]

dom!jihyo x sub!fem!reader - “attention” (warnings: smut, bratty reader[kinda?], degradation, unnie kink[kinda?], nipple/breast play, oral, fingering, crying, punishment, overstim/orgasm denial)

a/n: AGH! this has been in the making for so long because i kept forgetting about it. here it is though lol. sorry for using [kinda?] so much in the warnings, i just don’t know how to classify things. everyone knows u and jihyo are dating, i just forgot to work it into the story. i ended it sort of roughly, so i’ll def write a part 2 with aftercare or something if you guys request it!! next story will probs be a dom reader though…😝

word count: 2k

you never purposefully make jihyo jealous or mad. every time you do, it’s because you did something you didn’t think much about. like being a bit too performative with your fan-service or responding to her with a bad tone without realizing. today however, doing so is your only goal.

lately, she’s been awfully close with sana. they’re always all over each other at the dorms and when you go out. you know there’s nothing going on; jihyo and sana wouldn’t do that to you, but you still can’t stand it.

it drives you insane, so you decided you should do the same to her today.

after you finish getting ready for the day, you go to the living room to find jihyo and sana laughing at something on sana’s phone. she barely looks up to acknowledge you. you scoff and sit beside jeongyeon on the couch across from her.

“good morning?” jeongyeon shoves you a little and you notice you’re still staring at jihyo. “good morning, sorry.” you turn to her, giving her a half smile. “what’s wrong?” she smiles back, grabbing your hand between both of hers. “nothing.”

“you sure?” you smile again, nodding. “okay…” she kisses the back of your hand and turns back to her phone. you go back to looking at jihyo and sana, crossing your arms. you’re thinking about how you still you don’t know how to make jihyo jealous when you hear someone trotting down the hallway.

“good morning everyone!” tzuyu shouts, waddling over to the couch. you immediately know how you’re going to carry out your plan: tzuyu.

since you’re the maknae, you’re the only one younger than tzuyu, which has always made her have a soft spot for you. she goes along with everything you say and do, which is perfect for right now.

she bends down to give you a hug and you pull her, making her land on you. while still embracing her, you whisper in her ear.

“i need your help, just play along.” she gives you a puzzled look, but still says ‘okay.’

she flops down on the spot beside you, waiting for you to clue her into what is happening. “tzuyu unnie, you look so pretty!” she smiles, turning her head to the side in confusion at the sudden compliment while still trying to play along. “thank you, you look so pretty as well!”

you look over at jihyo, she’s still not paying attention to you. tzuyu immediately notices what’s going on when you look back at her. she points in jihyo and sana’s direction with furrowed brows and you nod. she thinks for a second and you continue watching jihyo.

you feel tzuyu’s hand on your arm and she suddenly pulls you onto her lap. “you haven’t cuddled with me in so long!” tzuyu lifts her eyebrows, waiting for your response. “i know, i’m sorry unnie.” you hug her and whisper to her.

“is she looking?”

“yeah, now she is.”

you look over at jeongyeon beside you guys. she’s staring at you and back at jihyo, very confused. you smile at her and she shakes her head, getting up and walking away.

you pull back from the hug, giving tzuyu a kiss on her cheek. she gives you one back and you look across the room at jihyo. she definitely looks alert, but she still doenst look angry; you need to go further.

“tzuyu unnie, you should come sleep with me tonight. please?”

with that, you swing one of your legs over tzuyu so that you’re straddling her. tzuyu mouths ‘are you sure?’ and you nod.

“of course! but what about jihyo unnie? that’s her room too.”

she looks behind you and gives you a concerned grimace, your eyes widen.

“what?” you whisper, making sure jihyo and sana can’t hear you. your question is answered when you see jihyo walking down the hallway and into your room. a few seconds of silence go by and you get a text notification.

jihyo unnie💞: come here, now.

you can tell that your plan worked just by the punctuation. she never uses correct grammar over text, only when she’s being serious.

“thank you.” you get out of tzuyu’s lap and stand up. “you’re welcome, and good luck i guess.”

you walk down the hall and into your shared bedroom with jihyo. she’s waiting for you sitting on the bed.

“lock the door.”

you do as she says, anxiously waiting for her to speak again. “what’s your problem?” she stays sitting, leaning back onto her hands. “my problem? what’s yours?”

“what the fuck do you mean?” you stay silent for a few seconds, formulating the best response to provoke her further.

“i mean that you love calling me a slut when i step even a little bit out of line, but look at the things you do with sana.”

you hear her chuckle to herself and she stands up, walking closer to you. she backs you up against the wall, turning you around and holding your hands behind your back. she brings her face to your ear and whispers against it.

“i call you a slut because that’s what you are. look at the stunts you pull when i stop giving you all of my attention for a second.” she brings one of her hands inside your shirt, harshly tugging at your nipples. you wince at what she’s doing, but she doesn’t care. “did you think i didn’t know what you were doing? c’mon, you don’t take me for such a dumbass, do you?”

you don’t respond, thinking it’s a rhetorical question. the sudden squeeze at your nipple says otherwise.

“answer.”

you whimper as she holds her fingers in place. “i don’t. i’m sorry, unnie.” she finally eases up and you exhale deeply.

she pulls you slightly off the wall to rip your shirt off, but slams you right back when she’s done. she does the same with your shorts and underwear, tossing them aside.

“tell me, would you have gone as far as to let tzuyu do this to you just to make me mad, slut?” you shake your head. the hand she previously used on your breasts is resting against your hip, the other one is still firmly holding your wrists together.

“i don’t believe you. i think you would’ve even let tzuyu touch you without an ulterior motive.” she brings the hand on your hip in between your legs, tapping on your thigh for you to spread them farther.

“look at that, you just follow my every command if it means you get to be played with. you’re so fucking pathetic.”

you whine at her remark, feeling the slick running out of you. whatever ounce of self respect was left in your body is completely gone, you need her to touch you, now.

“please unnie, touch me. i need it, please.”

jihyo presses her lips against your shoulder, smirking against your skin. “you don’t get to cum until i want you to, got it?”

you nod vigorously, not caring about any conditions she has for touching you, so long as she does it. she presses her fingers against your soaking wet heat and you jolt, already feeling incredibly sensitive.

“you really are a slut. you’re so wet and all because i’m being a little mean.”

she chuckles to herself again. you feel her fingers start to move in circular motions over your clit and can’t help but moan. she drops your wrists and presses her hand against your mouth.

“shut the fuck up, there’s people outside. do you really want them to hear you being such a needy whore?” you shake your head as much as you can with her hand over your mouth. she doesn’t let you get adjusted to her pace before speeding up, already driving you close to the edge. “so quick? i don’t think so. hold it or this will be the only time you cum.”

you squeeze your eyes shut, trying to hold off your impending orgasm. it doesn’t help that her lips are pressed against your shoulder, leaving marks and bruises all over it. you try closing your legs instinctively to lessen the sensation, but she won’t let you. “stop trying to cheat.” she hums against your skin and you can feel yourself getting closer.

she wants you to fail, you can tell she has no intention of stopping any time soon. you continue silently whimpering into her hand and squirming against the wall. you feel tears running down your cheeks, you want to cum so bad.

“what’s wrong, slut? can you not hold it anymore?” you nod, thinking that she’ll finally give in and let you finish. “too bad.” you whine in response.

you feel the knot in your stomach release unwillingly and nearly fall to the ground as your legs weaken. jihyo takes her hand off of your mouth and wraps it around your waist, holding you up.

you start murmuring pleas and apologies while still shaking, hoping to reason with her. she doesn’t scold you yet, she simply continues rubbing circles on your clit to let you fully finish.

“i’m sorry, unnie. please don’t-“ she flips you around before you can complete your sentence and brings her hand to your core again, abruptly pushing two fingers inside you.

“i told you what would happen if you came before i wanted you to. now you’re going to take your punishment like a good slut, okay?” you nod and put your hands on her shoulders for support as she mercilessly pumps her fingers in and out of you.

“fuck, jihyo-” she brings her free hand to your face, holding you by your cheeks. “what the fuck did you just call me?” you realize your mistake and correct yourself. “i’m sorry, unnie! i didn’t mean to.” she roughly lets go of your face, her eyes laced with venom as she speeds up her pace and curls her fingers inside you.

“why are you crying? you wanted this so bad earlier, whore.” your tears fall down quicker and you don’t know why. you would love to pretend like you aren’t absolutely enamored with what’s happening, but you can’t.

you adore it when jihyo acts like this. come to think of it, your end goal was always for this to happen. you wanted her to be seething with anger and to take it all out on you, but you won’t admit this to yourself. you want to believe this was all her, you refuse to think of yourself as the instigator.

you feel yourself on the edge again and tighten your grip on her shoulders. she realizes this and takes her fingers out, leaving you whining at the sudden emptiness. “you knew that was coming, why are you surprised?”

she grabs your forearm and leads you to the bed, tossing you on it. you wipe your tears away while sniffling. she positions herself between your legs, looking up at you before doing the same thing as before and starting without a warning.

you feel her tongue on your clit, circling around it. she licks up and down your folds, pushing her tongue inside your entrance when she passes it. you bring your hand down to her hair as your tears begin to fall again. you wish she’d let you get off, but she told you she won’t, and you know she’s telling the truth.

you bring your other hand to your mouth to cover your broken sobs and moans as she sucks on your clit. “unnie, please…” you whisper as you feel that familiar feeling building in your stomach.

“no.” she pulls away for a second and immediately goes back. she keeps the same pace going for a few minutes, teasing you until you’re about to cum again, than she stops. she comes up wiping her chin and licking her lips.

“no more, please. i can’t…” you beg her to stop, but you know you wouldn’t mind if she kept going.

“i don’t care. you’re going to take it until i feel like stopping. understood, whore?”

[lvlystars]

23:55 — p.jh

“you know…it’s not that bad, honey.” jihyo reassuringly rubs your arm in an attempt to comfort you as you dejectedly stare at your failed attempt at a birthday cake for your girlfriend. the colour combination was not the best, and the way some parts were piped looked a little larger than others, with little crumbs from the cake within speckled across the outer layer of the frosting.

“but it’s supposed to be perfect.” you sigh, turning away and flopping down onto the couch in your living room as jihyo follows you, gently sitting down beside you as she starts to rub your thigh. “y/n, i don’t care if it’s perfect or not. it was made by you, and that fact alone makes me so happy today.”

you face her with a pout on your face, furrowing your eyebrows as you begrudgingly slip your hand into hers. jihyo reciprocates your touch with a gentle squeeze, smiling down at you before leaning down to peck your cheek. “now get up, i want to take pictures with my cake.” she pats your thigh, urging you to stand up as you groan, shaking your head.

“you want to take a picture with that? you’re insane.” you laugh as you start to lighten up a little, jihyo rolling her eyes at you before sitting in the chair at the table and pulling the cake closer to her self. “come on, take the pictures quickly! my birthday’s gonna end!” she whines, shoving the phone into your hand as she grabs the matchstick and lighting the candle perched atop the cake.

you’re hit with a wave of some kind of nostalgia as you watch jihyo clap her hands while you softly sing ‘happy birthday’ to your girlfriend, jihyo beaming as you end the song. as you start counting to her age, she scowls as she’s reminded of how old she is, faking hurt.

“i’m almost nearing the end of my 20’s, my golden years.” she sniffles as she pretends to wipe tears away. you roll your eyes as you pat her head, picking up a plastic knife and cutting out a piece of the cake before feeding her with it.

you look at her expectantly as she slowly chews the cake, trying to digest the flavour before her eyebrows furrow as if she looked angry, and you chuckle softly as she lets out a hum of satisfaction, nodding before her face morphs into a look of enjoyment. “it’s pretty good! did you make this?” she smiles up at you, astonishment evident on her face. you nod as you smile back, feeling a little bit shy as she continues to eat the cake, humming in satisfaction at every bite.

you’re suddenly met with a single bite of cake in front of you, the spoon hovering expectantly as jihyo looks at you, urging you to take a bite. “eat.” she quips, motioning for you to open your mouth, and you slowly take a bite, chewing as you look back at jihyo’s giddy eyes, her face bright enough to light the entire dimly lit room you both were in. as you focus on the cake, you hum in delight as you nod. “it’s good, right?” she whispers. you nod in response before jihyo sets the fork down, hugging you.

you wrap your arms around her in response, basking in the warmth of your embrace as you both sway from side to side. you look at the clock to see the time showing “00:07”.

"ah, your birthday is done.” you whisper, and jihyo just shushes you, placing a delicate finger on your lips.

“let me enjoy this.” she mumbles, snuggling closer to you.

“but-”

“shh.”

wc. 616

a/n. hbd to my mother jihyo, i love her sm, and in celebration of 'i got you' coming out today, i totally planned to release this today. (definitely not bcus writer's block got the best of me 😔)

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ⓒ lvlystars

[butchyeons]

req for dp jeongmohyo 👀 or even jeongmo (momo bottoming). desperate for more alpha jeong-tent

first drabble request is finally here! it’s… not really a drabble, i got a bit too excited with this prompt. but hopefully y’all won’t mind. that being said, i hope you all enjoy. this one will probably end up on ao3 later on, too. lmao, let’s get into it.

best behavior

a tiny omegaverse jeongmohyo fic.

tags/warnings: g!p, a/b/o dynamics, double penetration (obv), jihyo has an alpha kink?, rutting, edging, orgasm control, knotting, degradation, mating bites, biting in general (there is so much biting damn), mentions of blood, aftercare, pwp, alpha!jeongyeon, beta!jihyo, omega!momo. this is so filthy i’m sorry

cishet men and minors dni.

———

To say Momo had messed up was an understatement.

The omega had always enjoyed testing her limits with what she could get away with when it came to her mates. It was typical for her to constantly break the unspoken set of rules they all shared just to see what would happen. Cause problems on purpose, only to act innocent when she got caught later on. It was fun for her, and clearly it was fun for her mates, too. Despite how whiny she got during her punishments, how much she begged for them to go easy on her, she always really enjoyed it- craved it, even. She was a sucker for pain, for overstimulation, for being edged. The stupid omega part of her brain that she so badly wanted to deny secretly always craved it, really. She had no idea just how much she loved being treated like nothing less than a toy until she met Jeongyeon and Jihyo.

But nothing could prepare her for what was happening now.

“If you want to act like a slut, you’ll be treated like one.” Jeongyeon grunted out, forcing Momo down further on her length.

The alpha’s hand was firm on the back of her head, keeping her in place, pressing her down as far as she could go. Jeongyeon’s cock was invading her throat, making it impossible to breathe. The soft patch of dark hair that grew at the base was tickling the tip of her nose, the unbearable need that came from being fucking used ripping through her body like a wildfire.

It was great.

It was so much rougher than usual. Jeongyeon was practically fucking her throat, thrusting a few more times despite Momo being at her limit. Momo did her best to stay relaxed, to let it happen- to let Jeongyeon be mad about what she did. She deserved it, anyways. She had been bad. It was only fair this was happening, only fair that Jeongyeon got to use what belonged to her in whatever way she wanted.

As soon as she began to feel lightheaded, Momo’s hands firmly gripped onto the older girl’s sides, her nails digging into the soft skin without really meaning to. At the sensation, Jeongyeon let out a hiss, finally pulling her off by her hair, which left Momo a coughing, sputtering mess where she was kneeling on the floor.

Before she could really recover, Jihyo clicked her tongue somewhere behind her. Momo could only vaguely recognize the sound of her shifting, followed by the sound of her belt buckle and pants hitting the floor. Jihyo’s hand replaced Jeongyeon’s on the back of her head, pulling Momo back, forcing her to make eye contact with the beta that now leaned over her from above. The omega’s cheeks burned with embarrassment, her expression absolutely pitiful as Jihyo grinned devilishly down at her.

“Why are you embarrassed, baby?”Jihyo said, finally letting go of her hair. “You did this to yourself, after all.”

Jihyo circled around to the front of Momo and stood beside their third mate. The sight of her now naked form directly next to Jeongyeon’s stirred something up in Momo’s stomach, like always. Between Jihyo’s body and Jeongyeon’s massive length, Momo could feel her slick literally dripping out of herself, could feel how the mating mark Jeongyeon had left on her was practically throbbing with need. And she knew the older girl could feel it just based on how she was looking down at her right then, as if she was ready to devour her. She knew both of them could smell just how badly she wanted this, despite how Jihyo was almost always blind to it due to her nature of being a beta. And worst of all, she knew there already had to be a small pool of her own juices on the floor directly underneath her.

So of course she was fucking embarrassed. How couldn’t she be?

Jihyo crossed her arms, looking between her mates, before focusing her gaze back down at Momo. Her nose twitched slightly as she inhaled, unfortunately confirming what the omega already knew. When she exhaled again, the left side of her mouth curled up into that cocky smirk that Momo was all too familiar with.

“God, you reek, Momo. It’s almost like you wanted to be punished. You wanted to be treated like our little slut, didn’t you?”

Good lord, did she want this. She wanted to be disciplined, always did. She needed to be broken, needed to be taught her lesson, which is why she decided to openly flirt with Nayeon, Sana, and Chaeyoung the other night at the bar. Typical cock-brained, pheromone-drunk, sex-crazed omega.

Or really, as much as she didn’t want to admit it, typical Momo.

So when she weakly nodded, almost too scared to speak, Jihyo stepped closer. Her core was directly in front of Momo’s face, so close that she could easily lean in and get a taste. Instinctively, she did just that. But as soon as she was close enough to catch the scent of Jihyo’s own arousal, sweet honey with the faintest hint of spice, the beta’s hand tangled into her hair, pulling harshly. Momo yelped, her cheeks reddening even more from how her clit was now shamefully pulsing from the pain running down her spine.

“Use your words, Momoring.” Jihyo mocked.

She was putty in their hands now.

“F-Fuck-“ Momo stammered out. “I- yes- I wanted to be punished. I wanted to be your little slut. Please, Jihyo.”

Jihyo sighed, pulling Momo’s head back so they could lock eyes.

“That’s not what you call me, omega.”

The beta’s tone made her clench around nothing, causing even more slick to trickle down her thighs. Of course, the younger girl would pull this. She almost always did when Momo was in the dog house (literally or metaphorically, but they weren’t going that route today… hopefully, anyways). Momo never minded calling her that. Anything to get her off, she supposed.

“P-Please, alpha.” Her voice came out brokenly. “Treat me like the slut I am- ruin me. Both of you, please just break me. I’m all yours. Please, my alphas.”

Jihyo wasn’t just her beta, no- she was just as in control of her as her first mate, and deserved the title as much as Jeongyeon did. It was a little humiliating how turned on Momo got from addressing someone who had practically no rank as someone who was above her. She loved every second of it.

Jihyo smirked and hummed, seemingly satisfied with the response. And as a small reward for being so well behaved for once, she finally, so graciously gave Momo what she wanted, pushing her face into her core. Momo let out a soft whimper, doing her best to run her tongue through Jihyo’s folds, gathering her juices before greedily sucking on her clit in the way she knew Jihyo loved. The hand that was tangled into her hair tightened, yanking slightly. It hurt in the best way possible, the burning mixed in with the pleasure she got from helping her mate get off. Somewhere above her, Jihyo let out a groan.

“Fuck, Momo- good girl.” Her voice spilled out, distant and breathy. “Good fucking girl. Suck it, baby. Just like that. Such a slut.”

“Our slut, Hyo.” Jeongyeon added, stepping over next to Jihyo.

Momo watched as Jeongyeon leaned in and pressed a kiss to Jihyo’s cheek before moving down to nip at her neck, scenting her. The sight made Momo let out a soft whine, the want to be scented by her mates causing her to falter just slightly in her rhythm. It only made Jihyo force her in even more, her fingers digging through Momo’s hair as she held her in place. Momo scrunched her eyes shut, her body going limp as Jihyo just used her, riding her face without a care in the world.

“That’s right, Jeong. Our disgusting little-“ Another grunt cut the beta off. “Fuck- whore.”

Momo felt like her body was going to fucking explode by then. Despite not being touched at all, she could feel everything, her nerves all firing at once as her arousal got impossibly worse. Her eyes were still squeezed shut, which just exacerbated Jihyo’s sounds of pleasure, the wet kisses and love bites that Jeongyeon was eagerly leaving on their beta’s neck mixing into the sounds of Jihyo’s sopping wet folds rubbing against her lips and nose. It was disgusting. If there wasn’t a puddle of her own slick underneath her before, there certainly would be now.

“Fuck-“ Jihyo cried out. “Fuck, Momo. Fuck.”

Right as Momo ran her tongue across Jihyo’s clit one last time, the beta ripped her away. Momo’s eyes shot open, watching as Jihyo’s body trembled violently. Jeongyeon held onto her from the side, supporting her as she pressed a kiss to Jihyo’s temple.

The younger girl hadn’t finished, no. She would’ve had a much bigger reaction, been much more vocal. She edged herself. She only did that when she was mad, when she wanted to last longer. As badly as Momo wanted to be punished, a part of her was still afraid of what was to come. But that’s what made it so fun, anyways.

“Shit.” Jihyo hissed, her body twitching a few more times before it finally settled. “Fuck, baby. You almost had me there.”

Momo couldn’t help but smirk, a sense of pride blooming in her chest. But all of that quickly went away the moment Jeongyeon stepped forward again, gently slapping the head of her still-hard cock against Momo’s cheek.

“Wipe that attitude off your face, Momoring. You’ve got nothing to be proud of.” Jeongyeon practically sneered. “Suck.”

Momo immediately did as she was told, unable to fight back in any capacity after what Jihyo did. Her usual bratty self was nowhere to be seen as she took the head of Jeongyeon’s length into her mouth, sucking strongly before running her tongue through the slit. She looked up at Jeongyeon with wide eyes as she took even more of the alpha into her mouth, getting about halfway down before putting herself back up, dragging her tongue along the sensitive vein on the underside as she went. The action earned a groan from the older girl, which was music to Momo’s ears. She resisted the urge to smile again when she felt her mating mark pulse with arousal, a clear sign that her alpha was enjoying it more than she was letting on.

There was something else there, too, though. Momo’s mark felt… odd. It felt warm, slightly irritated. And based on how Jeongyeon’s eyebrows threaded together as Momo worked herself up and down her length, she could tell something was off with her, too. She seemed almost… pained. Momo pulled up for just a second, ready to ask if she was okay, but before Jeongyeon could force her back down, Jihyo shifted next to them.

“What should we do with her, Jeong?” She said, bending down to run her fingers through Momo’s hair.

Jeongyeon let out a low growl, which sent Momo right back into that brainless headspace. She could ask later, surely. It wasn’t a big deal, otherwise they wouldn’t be doing this right now. She focused on the head again, ignoring the fact that the alpha was already fucking leaking precum, swirling her tongue around the sensitive area before sucking harshly.

“Ugh-” Jeongyeon groaned. “I think she needs to be reminded who she belongs to, Hyo.”

“Oh definitely, baby.” Jihyo cooed, her hand still gently passing through the dark strands of Momo’s hair. “After how she acted, I think we need to ruin her.”

Momo looked up at Jihyo, who was smirking down at her as she continued to service Jeongyeon. Very quickly the beta’s sweet caresses were replaced with a firm grip, Jihyo’s fingers gripping her hair a pulling her back, a small pop noise following from how hard she was sucking. Momo let out a whimper at the painful sensation, Jeongyeon gasping at the loss when she was clearly getting into it. Jihyo pulled Momo up to her feet by her hair.

“You know we’re nowhere near done with you, Momo.” Jihyo said, moving to cup Momo’s face. Her thumbs passed over Momo’s cheeks a few times, soothing any pain that the omega felt from being manhandled, her act faltering for just a moment. “You alright to keep going?”

Momo nodded, hummed out a confirmation.

“Yeah, all good.” Momo whispered, her eyes falling closed. “I’d tell you if I wasn’t.”

“I know, baby.” Jihyo whispered, leaning in to press a quick kiss to the tip of Momo’s nose. “Just wanted to be sure.”

Jeongyeon moved in, too, leaning over to scent Momo, pressing her nose into the younger girl’s neck before eagerly biting at the sensitive skin a few times while growling softly. It was possessive, like she was claiming her territory- something that was rare for her to do, especially in front of Jihyo. It managed to turn Momo on even more, clouding the omega’s mind completely, the slight concern being pushed to the back burner at the action. She told herself it was fine, Jeongyeon was just mad. It would pass.

Momo could feel herself clenching slightly around nothing when Jihyo also leaned over, pressing her nose against the other side of her neck. To have both of her mates scenting her like that was almost too much. It was hot. It worked her up even more, made her body feel like it was made of static electricity, her muscles fuzzy, the signals in her nerves bouncing off of one another with nowhere to actually go.

But as hot as it was, it was also comforting- a reminder that they did love her, a way to keep her grounded somewhat. As bad as she had been, she knew the two of them would take care of her. She knew they’d teach her to be good again.

With the three of them all worked up, the tender moment could really only last so long. Momo was quickly reminded that they really weren’t finished. After Jeongyeon had her fill of her scent, she moved her hand down to grip her ass roughly, growling as she softly nipped the shell of her ear. Typical Jeongyeon.

“I want her ass.” The alpha said, bluntly. “I think a little slut like her would love to have her ass ruined. Isn’t that right, Momo?”

Momo’s eyes shot open the moment she felt Jeongyeon’s nails dig into the soft skin. She whimpered, slick gushing out of her in response to the action. Pathetic.

“P-Please, alpha…” Momo whined on instinct. “I-I deserve it- need to be ruined.”

“Then I’ll take her front.” Jihyo said as she finally pulled away before reaching up and gently pushing a strand of hair out of Momo’s face. “And you better not even think about cumming until both of us are finished, Momoring.”

“Yes, alpha.”

She really was in for a wild ride, it seemed.

———

This wasn’t the first time Momo had been in this position. Jeongyeon was already buried in her ass, already practically splitting her open. She sat on top of the alpha, the backs of her knees being supported by the girl underneath her. It was wet and hot, downright nasty. But it felt so fucking good. As Jeongyeon bucked her hips up, pushing herself deeper with each thrust, Momo thought she could live just like that- splayed open for her partners to do whatever they wanted to her.

Momo’s head fell back, allowing Jeongyeon to bite at her neck, right at her mating mark. The feeling of it caused both of them to moan at the same time, Jeongyeon bucking her hips slightly harder as she sucked a bruise onto the sensitive skin.

“J-Jeongyeon-“ Momo whined. “I’ll- if you keep doing that I’ll-“

“You can hold it.” Jeongyeon grunted out, her teeth scraping across the mark. Her voice sounded a bit distant, a bit rough. “You’re a good girl, keep it in for us.”

Momo was on cloud nine by then. She didn’t have time to really focus on anything else but the pleasure of it all. She hadn’t even been touched where she needed it the most directly, only having felt Jeongyeon prep her before easing her down onto her cock. But god, she was already so close to the edge. It was dangerous, she knew it- if she finished without permission, Jihyo wouldn’t let her cum for weeks. And as hot as that sounded, Momo knew damn well that she’d hate it after the first day.

She was good, though. She had to be, anyways. She was determined to be good, to listen to her mates- to let them take control. She’d been so bad, needed to be taught her lesson. So she could hold on, right? She begged herself to try, but fuck. With Jeongyeon’s mouth on her neck, the familiar earthiness of black tea and mahogany flooding her nostrils, the pleasurable burn of her cock stretching her open and reaching so deeply inside her, it was so, so hard not to-

“But she’s not a good girl.”

Momo only vaguely registered Jihyo’s voice, her mind foggy from everything else. Jeongyeon thrusted up again, a lot rougher this time. A groan caught somewhere in Momo’s throat. The bed dipped-

“And she needs to be reminded of that.”

Before Momo had any time to react, Jihyo brought her hand down, right onto her core. The omega let out something between a moan and a scream, brokenly. She could feel tears forming in her eyes as she gasped for air, willed her body to keep itself together as Jeongyeon thrusted up again, somehow even harder. It was so much, so fucking much. She knew she was leaking slick again, knew it had to be bad considering she could smell herself. Strawberries, black tea, and honey permeated her senses. It was taking everything in her to hold herself together.

“Poor baby’s so cockdrunk already.” Jihyo cooed mockingly as she ran her fingers through Momo’s dripping folds. “Such a little slut, hm?”

Momo was fully out of it by then. When she didn’t immediately reply, Jihyo slapped her again, her index and middle finger landing directly on her painfully swollen clit, even harder than the last one. The sensation caused another broken squeal to rip its way out of Momo’s throat, her body tensing up as she reached for something, anything to hold onto, blindly grabbing at Jeongyeon’s arms, digging her fingers into the strong muscles of her forearms. Jihyo slapped her pussy for a third time, and then a fourth, which made Momo grit her teeth, the pain so delicious that it nearly made her break then and there.

“You know you have to answer me when I’m speaking to you, omega.” Jihyo said, quickly running her fingers back and forth over Momo’s clit.

Momo whined, nodding. Her mind was so hazy, her body overtaken by such overwhelming need. She couldn’t remember the last time she was this fucked out, and they had only just gotten started. Hell, she wasn’t even in heat- but she certainly felt like she was. The normal Momo, the Momo that had the right mind to not act so incredibly indecent would be cussing her out right then. But when Jihyo focused on the most sensitive part under the hood, her fingers having been practically trained on how to break Momo apart, she didn’t fucking care. She couldn’t, anyways.

“F-Fuck, Ji- alpha. I’m- I’m such a slut, I love-“ She was cut off when Jihyo pressed down even harder, causing her to moan loudly. Any remaining sense of shame she had left was long gone by then. “Oh my god- I love your cocks, love being your slut, please- I’m all yours, only yours. No one else’s.”

Suddenly it was overwhelming. Pain shifted into pleasure way too easily, melting together in a way that was just too much. She needed to stop, she couldn’t hold on. Every alarm went off in the omega’s head, her nervous system being practically frayed open, lit up like the hot coals of a roaring fire. If Jihyo kept it up any longer, if Jeongyeon bucked her hips one more god damn time-

“I-I can’t- I’m gonna-“

Right as Momo got to the point of no return, Jihyo pulled back. Jeongyeon had stopped her thrusting too, choosing to move her hands to the omega’s hips, holding her in place. It was intense, felt nothing short of disappointing to have her high stolen from her like that- but it was necessary. Thank god. She was half a second away from seeing stars, from giving in to her natural urge to just let herself go, and as much as the beta liked to dish out a punishment, she also knew Momo’s limits. The break allowed the poor girl to gasp for air, her mind finally coming back to its senses.

“All good, baby?” Jeongyeon whispered, nuzzling her face into Momo’s neck.

Momo nodded, her head falling back again. Jeongyeon pressed several gentle, loving kisses against her pulse point as she inhaled deeply. Somewhere beside her, Jihyo shifted, taking her hand, bringing it up to her mouth to press kisses to her knuckles.

“If it’s too much, we can stop.” The beta whispered. “You’re doing so good so far, baby. But I don’t want to push it.”

Momo looked over to Jihyo and smiled, huffing as she rolled her eyes. Leave it to both of them to be this sappy despite the fact that Jeongyeon was literally balls deep in her ass. Typical.

“You know I’d tell you otherwise, Ji.” Her voice came out more deadpanned than she really meant for it to, but fuck she was horny. “This is great, please keep doing it. I’m good to keep going.”

“Okay, okay.” Jihyo said, finally moving so that she was between Momo and Jeongyeon’s legs. She leaned up and pressed a quick kiss to Momo’s lips. “I love you.”

Momo smiled. “I love you too, Ji. Both of you.”

“Love you, Momo.” Jeongyeon mumbled, her voice muffled from her face being pressed against Momo’s neck. “So much.”

The sweetness was welcome, really. That’s what Momo loved about the both of them. As mean as they could be when they were fucking, there was always care behind all of it, years of trust shown in each movement. Momo couldn’t linger on it for too long without getting emotional. These were her mates. The two people she was bonded with for life, no matter what. Even if Jihyo couldn’t ever have the physical mark to match, even if Jeongyeon was the most annoying person on the planet, they were hers. It was a little humbling just how much she loved them, sometimes it was a little scary.

But whatever. She didn’t want to think about it. Right then, she just wanted to be fucked. That was the entire reason she misbehaved to begin with- to get fucked. She’d rather die than ever tell Jeongyeon and Jihyo they were right- that, maybe, she really was a slut. But whatever. She needed them to do something, and fast. Or else she was going to finish completely untouched and have to deal with the consequences of that.

Thankfully, her prayers were answered. As soon as she felt the tip of Jihyo’s strap run through her folds, she was right back in that fuzzy headspace, the coals of her arousal burning brightly once again.

“So fucking wet, baby.” Jihyo said, continuing to rub the dildo back and forth over Momo’s core. She tilted her head down, pulling away for just a moment, leaving Momo breathless with need. “And you’ve ruined the sheets. All that from getting fucked in the ass, huh?”

Momo nodded mindlessly. It was almost humiliating just how easy she was. Almost.

“Y-Yes, alpha. All because of you- both of you. Feels so good- ah!”

Without warning, Jihyo pressed the tip into her entrance. Momo knew which toy she picked based on the stretch alone- it wasn’t the biggest one they had, rather a smaller one that curved up in the best way possible, always hitting her and Jihyo’s g-spots when they used it. But god, it was just enough. As Jihyo somehow fully slid herself in, occupying the leftover space that Momo was always surprised she even had, she felt like she was in heaven.

“Remember, you can’t finish until me and Jeongyeon do.” Jihyo warned, her hands immediately finding Momo’s hips, replacing where Jeongyeon’s were.

“I know- I know. Please, just-”

Both Jeongyeon and Jihyo thrusted at the same time, cutting her off. Momo practically saw white as her head rolled back, her body falling limp in her alpha’s arms as the two took off, fucking her at a pace that wasn’t exactly relentless, but wasn’t exactly soft, either. The angle was a bit awkward, the rhythm of their movements clunky because of it. But fuck was it good.

And it was made even fucking better when Jeongyeon’s hand worked its way up to Momo’s throat, pressing down just enough to cut off Momo’s air. She reached up, her hands finding Jihyo’s shoulders, gripping with enough strength that she could feel the beta’s skin under her nails. Jihyo hissed in pain, but didn’t falter in her movements- instead, she managed to go even harder, pounding into Momo with a fury that the omega almost forgot she had. The sounds of her slick filled the room, the bed squeaking loudly mixed in with Jihyo’s grunts and Momo’s whimpers. It was so fucking messy. A mix of sweat, slick, and pheromones pouring onto the sheets each time they thrusted into Momo like it was their last few moments on earth.

But something shifted suddenly. Jeongyeon removed her hand, allowing Momo to gasp for air- and that's when she caught it. The alpha's scent had changed just slightly, becoming darker, muskier. Headier. Dangerous. Her moves got stronger, her hips bucking up with a force that practically lifted Momo up with each thrust. There was a low, almost feral growl from behind her, a telltale sign that-

"Oh my god, Jeong." Momo croaked out, her voice slightly panicked as her body froze. "Tell me you aren't fucking rutting."

Jihyo froze, her strap buried to the fucking hilt in Momo. She gasped at the sensation, getting another strong hit of Jeongyeon’s scent. Jihyo had a slightly panicked look on her face as she looked at the girl behind her.

“Jeongyeon?” Jihyo asked.

The alpha only let out a snarl in reply. Great, Momo thought, becoming aware of everything again. The signs were all there earlier, Jeongyeon was acting a lot more mean than usual, a lot more possessive. Momo had just chalked it up to them not fucking like this in a little bit, blamed it on Jihyo working the both of them up. She had been too blinded with her own feelings to notice that Jeongyeon was causing them to be worse- anytime her rut neared, Momo was even hornier than usual and vice versa for Momo’s heats. Which probably explains why she went out of her way to flirt with everyone, why she wanted to be fucked so relentlessly so damn badly.

“Jeong- talk to us, please.” Jihyo said firmly.

There was another, clearly annoyed, growl from behind Momo. Jeongyeon’s teeth met her neck again, scraping across her mark, sending hot sparks of pleasure through her body. Jeongyeon’s hands circled her front, holding the omega against her tightly, before she took a deep breath, trying to ground herself.

“I’m sorry- I didn’t realize how close it was. I got too worked up-” Jeongyeon muttered, bucking her hips again. Her voice was strained, her body suddenly much warmer than usual. “I- fuck, everything hurts.”

Momo grunted, falling limp in her arms. As much as it embarrassed her to feel like she had to fix it, that she had to be the solution to Jeongyeon’s stupid problem, her instincts still won over. She was still an omega, after all. And her stupid, dumb mate was in pain. And her stupid, dumb brain told her to fix it.

“What do you need, baby?” She whispered, craning her head so her neck was fully exposed to Jeongyeon, letting the alpha greedily suck on her mating mark. It was much more irritated now, her scent glands suddenly swollen and itchy, reacting to her mate’s rut. Momo hissed through her teeth, her eyes nearly rolling to the back of her head from how much it hurt.

“I need- I need you, Momo-“ Jeongyeon said between heavy breaths, grinding up against the younger girl, earning another whimper from her. “You smell so fucking good. Need my omega.”

Jihyo shifted, catching the pair’s attention. She was getting ready to pull out, but Jeongyeon stopped her by grabbing her arm.

“Need my beta, too. Need both of you with me. Please.” She whined.

Jihyo huffed, rolling her eyes, but didn’t move. She stayed pressed so deeply inside the omega, grinding her hips into hers in rhythm with Jeongyeon. Typical Jihyo.

“What should we do, baby?” Jihyo asked, finally looking up to lock eyes with Momo.

Momo was truly beside herself at that point. Jeongyeon was fucking rutting, practically trying to re-open the scarred mark on her neck each time she bit down. Jihyo, who had the smuggest expression on her face, was still clearly gunning on making her cum despite barely making an effort. The feeling of it all was just ridiculous. It felt so fucking good to be used like this, to service her mates. Pleasure and pain were completely blinding her by then, but it felt so fucking good. She didn’t care what they did anymore. The only thing she wanted was to be used- for them to keep doing exactly what they had been doing. Punishing her.

“Keep fucking going.” Momo said, still making eye contact with Jihyo. “Don’t stop. Neither of you have finished yet- this is still a punishment. Use me, but don’t make me cum.”

Jihyo nodded, whispering out a few panicked “okay”s as she started to move again. Jeongyeon was almost too busy drowning herself in Momo’s scent to notice JIhyo had started moving again, but the moment her brain caught up with her body, she was back at it, even harder than before. Momo was beside herself again- her body was trembling, broken whines spilling from her lips each time her mates thrusted into her. Jeongyeon’s movements were desperate, her mind clearly clouded with the need that came with her ruts, but Jihyo’s were calculated, the beta practically grinning each time she hit the exact spot she knew would make Momo see stars. And fuck, she was already starting to see them.

“Ji- alpha.” Momo whimpered as Jihyo purposefully dragged the tip of her strap against her g-spot. “I’m- I’m so close.”

Jihyo grinned as she pushed in again, in perfect time with Jeongyeon’s thrust, earning another squeak from the poor omega.

“Already, baby?” Jihyo cooed, her pace unrelenting. “Can’t hold on until we finish like you said you would?”

Momo scrunched her face, her eyes glued shut as she shook her head. Jeongyeon let out another pained growl as she continued to fuck up into her sloppily. She had finally managed to break Momo’s skin, the scar that she left long ago now throbbing with pain as it was opened up again. Momo’s neck felt swollen, angry- pulsing each time Jeongyeon licked and sucked at it, irritating it even further. Jihyo pressed back in, huffing with amusement at how Momo’s body reacted to it. It was so much. Momo had no fucking idea how her body hadn’t just seized by then, but fuck. She wasn’t sure if the wetness on her neck was Jeongyeon’s spit or her own blood. She didn’t want to know. Despite that, though, she was still leaking slick out, and the sounds of her mates fucking her were downright disgusting.

And to make matters even fucking worse, she could feel the base of Jeongyeon’s knot starting to press against her each time the alpha rutted her hips up.

“Hyo- Jihyo.” Jeongyeon grunted out through clenched teeth. “Need to knot her- pull out.”

Jihyo pouted.

“But I’m not even close-“

“I don’t care.” Jeongyeon growled, using her feet for leverage to press herself up, her knot now fully swollen against Momo’s ass. “She’s mine first. Give me room to- fuck, it hurts not being in her, Jihyo. Please.”

Jihyo didn’t stop. In fact, she went even fucking harder. Momo had no say in the matter, really. Her body was limp again, her brain overwhelmed by Jeongyeon’s stupid rut pheromones, but it felt so good. She couldn’t complain, really.

“I wanna finish first, Jeong. Then you can-“

“Then use her fucking mouth, I don’t care. Just- move, oh my god move.”

Momo barely had time to process what was happening. Suddenly, Jihyo did pull out, and Momo whined at the emptiness, her arms reaching out to try and pull the beta back in. Before she really knew it, she was flipped onto her knees, her chest pressed against the bed, and Jeongyeon had pulled out, too. But quickly, before she even had time to complain, Jeongyeon filled the place that Jihyo had been, sinking in right up to her knot with a moan of relief as she held onto Momo’s hips.

“All good, Momoring?”

Momo looked up finally to see Jihyo sitting in front of her against the pillows, her legs spread. She’d taken off the strap, giving Momo the perfect view of her glistening folds. Her voice was as sweet as the honey scent that radiated from her core, and it drove Momo absolutely wild with need. She nodded weakly, and Jihyo smiled softly down at her.

“Then be a good girl and make me cum, baby.” Jihyo whispered. “Use that pretty mouth of yours.”

That was all Momo needed to hear. She nodded as she shifted herself up just enough so that she could have a better angle before diving right in, dragging her tongue through Jihyo’s center before focusing on her clit. Jihyo’s hand found the back of her head, her fingers once again tangled in her dark locks, gripping tightly. At that, Jeongyeon finally started to move again, rutting her hips into Momo, practically grinding her knot against her entrance.

The feeling of it all made Momo’s body feel loose, jelly-like. Her neck throbbed with pain, but a good kind- the same kind she felt after Jeongyeon bit her the first time around. She did her best to focus on her job, on getting Jihyo off, but all of her senses were overwhelmed. The taste of the beta on her tongue, the sound of Jeongyeon’s needy whimpers, the feeling of the wetness against her face and the intrusion of Jeongyeon’s cock so deep inside of her, the scent of both of them mixing together. Tea and honey- her entire world.

“Momo- Momo.” Jeongyeon cried out, her hips stuttering. “Need to- please, need to knot you. Please.”

Momo whined against Jihyo’s core, the vibrations earning a low groan from the beta. Her grip on Momo’s hair tightened. It hurt. Jeongyeon thrusted again, smoother due to just how much slick Momo was producing. It was good. One thing after another, all of it building off of the last, amplifying everything Momo felt tenfold.

Fuck.

That’s when she realized Jeongyeon’s knot was about halfway in. She was at the point of no return. Panicked, she pulled away from Jihyo, an anxious cry slipping out of her when Jeongyeon pulled out and pressed herself in again.

“Ji. Please- I’m-“ Momo felt practically feral as she pleaded with the beta. “W-Want her knot- gonna cum, please.”

It barely made any sense. Jihyo looked at her with so much pity.

“Do you deserve it?”She asked, pressing Momo’s face back down. “You’ve been such a bad girl, Momo. I don’t think you deserve Jeongyeon’s knot. You didn’t even apologize for what you did.”

“Please-” Momo whined against her core. “Please I’ve been so good, let you use me- haven’t cum- please, alpha. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry for what I did- I’ll be good. Make me good. Please, I’ll do anything.”

Jihyo smirked down at her.

“Keep going, then. You cum when I say so.”

It was an impossible task. Jihyo knew damn well the moment Jeongyeon knotted her, it was over. And right then, it was so close- Jeongyeon was practically fucking her with it, her entrance burning from the stretch in the best way possible. And based on how hard Jeongyeon was going, she didn’t plan to stop. Her ruts were always the same. Breed, breed, breed. That’s the only thing her stupid alpha brain was telling her to do. Momo was fucked. Literally.

“Gonna fill you up.” Jeongyeon grunted out. “Gonna give you so many pups, Momo- fuck.”

Disgusting. Cringy, even. Momo wanted it more than anything.

“Jihyo, she’s gonna-“ Momo warned, her voice muffled from still being pressed against Jihyo’s core. “I can’t help it if she- once it’s in I’ll break. You know that- please, Jihyo.”

So much for being a good girl.

Jihyo huffed, rolled her eyes. She let Momo hang for just a moment, didn’t give her a reply as she watched the omega continue to service her the best she could while Jeongyeon was ruining her. But there was something else there in the look she gave Momo- something soft, gentle. Silently, she helped angle Momo’s face back up just slightly, encouraging the omega to focus on her clit.

“Just- right there. Suck on it, baby. Hard as you can, don’t let up.”

She was giving Momo a way out.

So, Momo did exactly what she was told. After giving it a few soft licks, she took the now reddened bundle of nerves in between her lips, sucking it harshly. The action caused Jihyo to groan, her body falling limp against the pillows as her hand stayed firmly on the back of Momo’s head.

“Yes, just like that.” Jihyo practically moaned. “Good girl, such a good girl, Momo.”

“Our good girl.” Jeongyeon grunted, thrusting in again. “Our good little omega.”

And that she was.

With a few more strong sucks, Jihyo fell over the edge. Her body seized up as she cried out, her head falling back as she finally released Momo’s hair. It gave the omega just enough time to adjust herself, rocking her hips back against the alpha that was still so franticly fucking into her.

“Momo- Momo.” Jeongyeon cried out. “Need to- I’m gonna-”

Momo couldn’t hold back anymore.

“Please, Jeong- Please!”

With one final, harsh thrust, Jeongyeon sank her knot in fully. The alpha let out a strangled growl as she fell forward, her teeth meeting Momo’s shoulder, clamping down and breaking the skin as she spilled inside her. Momo couldn’t help but practically scream. The sensation of being filled was enough- the coil that had been building in her stomach for what felt like hours by then finally fucking exploding as she came, too. It was too much for her body to handle- as soon as her peak evened out, everything went black.

When she came back to, she had been adjusted onto her side. Jeongyeon was pressed into her back, kissing at her shoulder. Clearly, she had been cleaned up already, the wetness at her neck almost completely gone. Jihyo was crawling back into the bed, holding something Momo couldn’t really make out in her hand. She tried to shift, but was immediately reminded she couldn’t go anywhere when she registered the feeling of Jeongyeon still being in her, her knot keeping her in place. She shuddered, whimpering.

“Hey, hey.” Jihyo whispered. “Easy, baby. Don’t move too much.”

Momo huffed and nodded, the pain finally catching up to her. Her neck hurt, and bad. Her scent glands were swollen, her skin practically screaming. Jihyo shifted so that she was on her knees in front of her, showing Momo that the object she had been holding was medicine.

“Jeong tore you up.” Jihyo said with a huff, cracking open the tube of ointment. “Your neck looks rough.”

“Sorry.” Jeongyeon grunted out, still preoccupied with mouthing at the new mark on Momo’s shoulder. “Don’t know what came over me.”

Jihyo reached over and flicked Jeongyeon’s ear, which made the older girl growl.

“Stupid alpha.” Jihyo scolded.

“Hey.” Jeongyeon hissed. “I can’t help it.”

“Oh, really? Is it that hard to not try to rip Momo’s throat out with your teeth?”

“I’m rutting, Jihyo. You’ll never know what that’s like- be grateful you won’t!”

“I’m glad I don’t. You’re a real dickhead, y’know that? You were so mean to me earlier.”

“Yah- I didn’t mean it!”

Momo rolled her eyes incredulously, letting them go at it. Leave it to those two to start fighting now, of all fucking times. Typical Jeongyeon and Jihyo. They continued to bicker as Jihyo carefully spread the ointment onto Momo’s neck. It hurt for a moment before settling in, easing most of the pain she was feeling. She could finally relax, her body going loose as her alpha wrapped her arm around her center, holding her tightly against her.

“But you did so good, Momo.” Jeongyeon said softly. “You took it like a champ. I’m sorry I…”

Her voice trailed off. Momo shook her head.

“‘S okay, Jeong. Really. I enjoyed it, every second of it. It was so good. Are you still rutting?”

Jeongyeon shifted slightly, angling her hips up so she pressed deeper in Momo. Momo grunted at the feeling, too spent to do anything but just let it happen.

“Can’t tell right now.”

Momo’s neck throbbed again. It was different, though. Clearly, it wasn’t from the pain. It felt comforting, but still on edge. It was how Jeongyeon was feeling.

“I think you are. Just try to get some sleep.”

Jeongyeon hummed out a reply. Jihyo finally moved to set the medicine on the nightstand, shifting back so that she laid down in front of Momo.

“You did so good for both of us, Momo.” The beta whispered softly, leaning in to kiss her. “So, so good for us.”

Momo preened at their words, a sense of accomplishment blooming in her chest. Jihyo kissed her lips a few more times before moving down, gently kissing at her neck. It hurt for just a moment before evening out, a wave of emotions washing over her as Jihyo scented her, marking her claim on her in the only way she really ever could. Jeongyeon was pressed against her shoulder, nosing at the skin. It was intimate, calming in a way Momo needed it to be. Having both of her mates with her like this after a rough scene was worth it, always would be. They took such good care of her.

“Love you. Both of you.” Momo whispered, half asleep.

“Love you, too, Momo.” Jeongyeon whispered.

“So, so much.” Jihyo added. “Our perfect girl.”

And really, that was all Momo wanted to hear. Breaking the rules had its perks, obviously.

[nr1chaedickrider]

Hi! Could you write something about Jihyo and Reader being friends with benefits? Ty!!!

you sigh out in frustration, your with slick drenched fingers lay next to you on the bed.

it's not like you're not able to pleasure yourself, it's just that it doesn't feel right. it doesn't feel like you need it to feel.

you look at the time on your phone, “11pm”, not too late, right?

it doesn't take you long to get dressed, your phone rings once, then twice, then - jihyo answers.

“what's up?” she asks.

“can i come over?” you ask - she doesn't ask why and replies with a short “yes”.

you hang up and get in your car, her apartment not being far away from yours.

when you knock, she immediately opens the door for you and invites you into the living room.

you sit down on her couch, watching her as she walks to the little side table next to her tv and prepares you a drink.

you wouldn't say that you have a crush on jihyo, or that you're in love -

but you think that she could be the perfect solution to your little problem.

she smiles at you when she hands you the expensive glass with the expensive scotch, her favorite.

jihyo sits down across from you, leaning back, her arms spread wide over the whole couch, her biceps being even more visible. her legs are spread, it looks comfy, it definitely does -

but it also looks hot to your eyes.

“so?” she asks.

you ask yourself if she's doing it on purpose.

“why did you come here at almost 12, in the middle of the night?” her tone makes you think that she's teasing you.

you take a small sip from the glass in your hand, looking at her.

“i need your help”

“did you kill someone?” she replies, laughing at her own joke.

“you know i wouldn't”

“then what is it?”

“just spit it out y/n” she says after a moment of silence, confused at the way you're not replying to her.

“i can't cum” you blurt out.

jihyo’s mouth widens in surprise - she expected a lot of different answers, but none of them were quite like what you really said.

“you can't cum?” she emphasizes the last word in confusion.

“why ask me?”

“you always talk about all the sex you're having- and i don't know.. i just thought you know how to take care of me the best” you answer nervously, gulping down the rest of your drink.

it leaves a burning sensation in your throat.

jihyo just nods, but she can't help but smile a little.

“y/n can't make herself cum and she's so frustrated that she goes to me?"

“okay- no need to make fun of me-,” you start rambling.

“if you don't wanna do it then that's alright, but don't pull something like this” you reply, taking her response as a no so you stand up, on your way to the door.

but she stops you.

her hand grabs your wrist, you always knew she had a tight grip, she's a strong woman - but you never expected it to be this tight.

she pulls you down on her lap, forcing you to face her.

“you say i shouldn't make fun of you, but look at you… you're already so wet... you're drenched,” she teases.

you can feel your cheeks blush in embarrassment, hiding your face behind your hands.

“why shouldn't i fuck you when you're this desperate for me?”

she moves your hands out of your face, “you're so pretty, did i ever tell you that?” she comments, smirking at the way you get even more shy.

she doesn't wait long, nor does she tease you like she did earlier with her words, but instead she unbuttons your pants, pulling them down to your ankles.

“pretty” she says, playing with the waistband of your calvin klein underwear.

“you came into this planned, didn’t you?”

“maybe” you reply, breath hitching when she brushes over your clit.

she pushes you into the leather of the couch, getting on top of you before she leans closer and kisses you.

it's messy and needy, completely different from the atmosphere at the beginning.

a string of salvia connects you both, jihyo's eyes are full of hunger and lust.

like a predator that finally caught his prey.

her hands travel down your body, one plays with your tit while the other one pulls your underwear down - almost ripping it off in the process.

“oh fuck-” you moan out when jihyo pushes two fingers in, you throw your head back and breathe out.

her other hand pulls your t-shirt up, all the way to your neck so your boobs are on full display.

she looks at them like they’re a piece of art, beautifully shaped, made for her hands.

she leans closer to your neck, her hot breath tickling your sensitive skin as she continues pumping her fingers in and out of you.

“just like that-... keep going, please.” you moan, biting your lip as a whimper escapes your mouth.

“you sound so pretty for me baby” she coos, kissing down your neck and leaving hickeys all over it.

the living room is full of the sounds of your wet cunt, as well as your high pitched moans. it's almost pornographic - to jihyo - it's perfect.

your walls tighten around her fingers, it happens quickly, and it feels way better than when you're doing it on your own.

“please-.. im gonna cum jihyo fuck- please..” you beg, your hand gripping the couch, knuckles turning white. your toes curl and your whole body tenses up as jihyo fucks you through your orgasm.

your moans are loud and nasty - jihyo thinks she never heard anything as pretty as you.

she lets you calm down, her fingers slipping past your lips so you can suck them clean. you make sure to keep eye contact as you suck on them.

you breathe heavily when she slips them out of your mouth, she can't help but smile.

“don't think we're done already, i just let you cum without any edging”

[tiny-pretty-sana]

chaeyoung's halloween party | be as one (pt. 2)

← previous part﹒• part 2 of be as one pairings: nayeon x jeongyeon, momo x mina, sana x jihyo genre: halloween fluff warnings/tags: au, unnie line as mothers, school meal club as kids, twice reunion, stablished relationships, chosen family, domestic fluff, halloween w/c: 7.7k a/n: i love this big family and wanted to write more about them so writing a halloween chapter seemed to fit back in october. this is inspired by that one viral kindergarten kid that dressed up as no face from spirited away and obviously by some twice halloween costumes 🎃🧡

“Are we celebrating Halloween now?” Nayeon grumbles while she goes through her emails. 

She is sitting on the sofa with Ryujin in her arms and her right hand busy with her laptop’s keyboard as she reads the mail from Chaeyoung’s school informing parents about the upcoming Halloween party they will celebrate in a few weeks. Next to her, Jeongyeon is breastfeeding Yuna and giving her wife a confused look. 

“I could use some context right now, honey” she teases. 

“A Halloween party, they are doing a Halloween party and Chaeyoung has to dress up. What are we now? Americans? Chuseok was like last week”. She starts ranting. 

“Well, didn’t you want her to attend an international school? Now you’re getting the experience for free” she chuckles. 

“Jeongie! I need you on my side” she whines. 

“Come on, we know you're pushing 40, but don't be boring” she continues to tease her. 

She tries not to make any sudden movements so as not to disturb Yuna while she eats and keeps her voice low so Chaeyoung doesn't wake up. Still, her laugh makes the baby open her eyes wide. She has these huge eyes that remind her of Chaeyoung, she knows it's impossible since they don’t resemble each other in shape or color, but their eyes are as expressive as her older sister’s. The look of curiosity is followed by a toothless smile that mirrors Nayeon's, the resemblance between them is uncanny and is becoming more evident every day. Jeongyeon knows it's impossible, but wonders if she will have teeth like her mother's, giving her that bunny like appearance that characterizes her wife and that is starting to show in the little girl in her arms. 

This thought distracts her for a few seconds until she sees her wife's frown again and tries to convince her that it will be something fun.

“I think she'll love Halloween, you know our Chaeyoungie is a little weird.” 

Nayeon rolls her eyes “Don't say that about our daughter!” she immediately scolds her, but sighs because she knows she is right. 

Chaeyoung loves spooky things, draws things like kids do in horror movies but then describes them as 'cute', is fascinated with Tim Burton movies and laughs at The Adams Family jokes even though she doesn't understand them. She ends up laughing because she knows that perhaps she herself and her decision not to fill his head with movies and stories about princesses are partly to blame.

She just can't help it, it's something that comes with the profession and she has to admit that since she has been watching movies with Chae, her articles have a fresh approach that attracts new readers every day to the different magazines and newspapers she writes for.

“You know you can't deny it” she laughs ”she's going to love dressing up as a vampire or something.” 

The next day the only topic of conversation in the house is the school Halloween party and what costume the eldest daughter of the Im-Yoo family will wear. As expected by her mothers, her choice is unconventional and undeniably original, and of course, influenced by her film buff mother. These past few weeks because of the latest article Nayeon is working on, they have been watching several Studio Ghibli movies and the little girl has loved them so much that she wants to dress up as No-Face from 'Spirited Away'. 

When she announces the decision to her mothers, her eyes sparkle with excitement making the grimace on Jeongyeon's face last no more than a few seconds. Those big eyes and her smile would melt anyone and much to her dismay, after seven years they are still not immune to their little girl's charms. Nayeon, however, loves the idea from the first moment and can't help but look at her daughter with pride seeing that she is raising a little film geek just like her. 

“Jennie can probably get me the contact of someone in costume who can make her a good costume. She'll wear the best costume”.

As she says this, her wife can see that fire in his eyes that comes out every time someone mentions a board game or when Jihyo challenges her to something, so she decides to stop it before it's too late. Knowing Nayeon, she's going to put a lot of effort into this and the last thing she needs is more responsibility on top of everything she's already doing. 

Since Jeong broke the news of her pregnancy almost a year ago, Nayeon has been working non-stop in and out of the house, even returning to work earlier than planned as her savings to face the arrival of a new member were not initially intended for the twins. She has been back at work for almost a month now and in addition to having to catch up, she has been accepting new offers. All this with barely a few hours of rest because the girls keep waking up in the middle of the night from time to time. Jeongyeon, on the other hand, has yet to return to work and although she mainly takes care of the household chores, Nayeon still insists on splitting the duties equally as if she has the time to do so. 

“Honey, she's only going to wear that costume for one day and it won't even fit her in a few months. Let me take care of everything, you're already doing more than enough”’ she says with a warm smile. 

Nayeon is grateful for the gesture, but not very convinced. Among the qualities she admires in her wife, and which make them complement each other, is that she is very practical and decisive, yet when it comes to creative matters she has neither the hand nor the eye for it. Unlike their daughter, neither of them are gifted artistically. 

The costume is not very complicated, just black clothes, a black cloth and some face paint. The two of them look at pictures on the internet and as they continue scrolling, the task seems easier, so finally it is Jeongyeon who is left in charge of dressing Chaeyoung for the school costume party.

“Besides the costume, think about what you want to do for your birthday”.

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“Tzu, honey, have you thought of any costumes for your school party?” Sana asks her daughter as they eat.

She nods as she chews and pauses to swallow before unveiling her decision. Next to her, her other mother eats with the same enthusiasm as her child, both with the same focused look on their faces as they enjoy their dinner. Moments like this never fail to warm Sana's heart, who every day sees in Tzuyu more mannerisms, expressions and even some quirks from both of them since they officially became a family a year ago. 

“I want to be a dog” she says, looking at her mothers seeking approval from both of them. 

Exactly what they expected, it won't be scary, and besides looking adorable they know she will be the happiest little girl in the world once she has her dog costume. Both mothers look at each other with a smile knowing that they will end up seeing Tzuyu running around the house in her costume on any other day with no reason to dress up. Just as they know that they will soon end up adopting a dog to fulfill their daughter's dream. 

“Perfect, we can go this afternoon to buy it, okay?” replies Jihyo to her. 

“Yes, Mama!” she says quite excited compared to her usual calm tone. 

It's nearly a month away, but Jihyo likes to prepare things in advance and Sana is sure that as soon as they received the email from the school, her wife started looking for the nearest stores and by now she is probably able to sort them out according to distance and price-quality balance. 

Sana was not wrong, after picking up Tzuyu at school and Jihyo at work, the latter takes them to a huge store with hundreds of costumes and all kinds of decorations for Halloween, birthdays, Christmas and any kind of celebration you can imagine. There are costumes of many fictional characters, professions or animals for all ages, they even see some for babies that Jihyo takes pictures of to send to Jeongyeon. She and Sana agree that the twins would look adorable in most of these. 

It doesn't take them long to find the children's costumes, some of which are dog costumes. The little girl ends up deciding on a onesie with floppy ears, although she hesitates for a few seconds when she sees a shiba inu one. 

Tzuyu doesn't have a favorite dog breed, thanks to constant visits to the animal shelter, but she has a soft spot for the shiba inu because she says they look like her mommy. Sana still gets emotional remembering the time when her daughter assigned them each an animal even before she called them mama and mommy, she is a shiba inu while Jihyo is a black cat, maybe someday they should all dress up as animals. But that will have to wait because Sana has spotted a costume that would suit her wife much better. 

While her daughter makes up her mind, Jihyo takes her usual pose hugging her wife from behind with one arm around her waist and her chin resting on her shoulder, luckily today she has replaced the heels with comfortable, low sneakers.

“You would look so hot in that costume” she whispers so only she can hear her as she glances over to the superhero costume section. 

That's all she needs to say for Jihyo to end up trying on the costume and leaving the store with a dog costume for her daughter and a Spiderman costume for herself. They don't have any Halloween or costume parties to go to, but she's sure she'll find the perfect occasion to wear it and give in to her wife's wishes. 

Sana has either great powers of persuasion or Jihyo is simply weak when it comes to her. 

That becomes the topic of discussion and laughs when the three of them go for dinner after shopping at Momo's restaurant, which since her friends got married also belongs to Mina and where the couple has now been working together for some time. 

The conversation soon gets forgotten as Mina is excited about Jihyo's costume. She is usually quiet, especially if you compare her to Jihyo and Sana, but when it comes to anything involving superheroes she could talk for hours. Mina's excitement for Jihyo's costume is shared by Sana as well, although her motives are completely different. 

“Besides Ji, the only one who would look good in that costume is Momoring, don't you think?” she asks her with curiosity, but to anyone who knows her long enough it is obvious the playful tone that awaits the question. 

Momo, hearing this, smiles proudly and flexes her muscles achieved in equal parts from hard work in the gym and the restaurant, plus enviable genetics. She doesn't know what she's just done, but the blush that spreads across Mina's it doesn’t go unnoticed by her friends. Luckily, she’s quickly saved by Tzuyu. 

“ Does Dahyun already have her costume?” she asks. 

In response, she gets two snorts from her friend's mothers. 

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People say that it is not good to mix business with personal life, but they manage to do it successfully every day. Momo now works exclusively in the kitchen while Mina takes orders from customers, and they have hired two young girls, Sakura and Kazhua, in order to be both present for Dahyun. 

This is something that has always worried Mina, but now it has finally become a reality. When Dahyun was born and her biological father decided to disappear from their lives, Mina has always tried her best to spend as much time as possible with her daughter with impossible work schedules to give her a good life. Luckily, Sana has always been there to support her even when runways and photo shoots took her thousands of miles away. With Sana came Jihyo, Jeongyeon and Nayeon. And then there was Momo. 

She has always had a soft spot for her Dubu and also for her mother. Before they were even friends, she sometimes would offer to pick her up from daycare and entertain her at the restaurant with some coloring books and games until Mina got off work. As the relationship with Mina progressed each time her role in Dahyun's life was more important, but always without overstepping and letting Mina be the one to make the decisions and have the authority. However, since Dahyun started calling her mom something changed and Momo has stopped being always one step behind her now wife to become equals in terms of raising, taking care and educating the girl. It has been a long time since for Momo she is no longer 'Dahyun, Mina's daughter' but 'Dahyun, our daughter'. 

Now at 8 years old, Dahyun is already capable of telling her moms about school field trips, the dates when she will receive her grades and other communications between the school and parents before they have time to check the mail. Usually, Mina and Momo ask her after she tells them about her day on the way home from school or to her piano lessons. This time it's not necessary because the girl excitedly shouts out that they will have a costume party for Halloween even before she even greets them.

Anyone would think it's the excitement of just receiving the news, but it's not. During the month that passes between the announcement of the party and the actual party she talks about it at least once every day as eagerly as she did when she left school shouting “HALLOWEEN PARTY”. And the thing is that she has changed the costume she would like to wear during each of those days. 

Every day she picks a new costume, each one weirder than the last. From children's movie characters to tofu, to various professions like cook or rock star and all kinds of animals like a dog and even a snake. Some more terrifying, some funnier and some she would look adorable in. Momo is not a big fan of the scary ones and Mina is not a fan of the adorable ones because her daughter already is and because for her Halloween is a serious matter and should be scary, though not so scary as to give Momo nightmares. That said, the only one discarded by their mothers was a processed doll from some horror movie. 

As the last week before the party approaches, Dahyun hasn't made a decision and her mothers don't want to pressure her, but they know she has to decide soon or it will be hard to find a costume in time. The couple comes up with the perfect way to get her to make a decision. 

“Dubu, you have until Monday to decide because Dobby and Boo already know what they want to dress up as, but they are waiting so they can go matching with you” Momo lets her know. 

“They celebrate Halloween too?” Dahyun asks with excitement. 

“Of course, since they found out that you were going to celebrate it at school with Chaeyoung and Tzuyu, they want to celebrate it with you too”  Mina replies with a completely serious expression. 

Convinced by her mothers words, Dahyun gets up from the couch and goes to her room to get a notebook and some colors and sits down making a list where words, drawings and misspelled names are put together on several pages decorated with what it’s supposed to be pumpkins and spider webs. Despite Momo's efforts to help teach her to draw, it seems best for now to focus on the piano. 

The next two days she spends them walking her notebook around the house. She takes notes in the kitchen, in the bathroom, while playing and while watching a superhero movie with her mothers until the movie gets her full attention. 

When the movie is over he picks up the notebook again and starts writing and doodling colorful scribbles that resemble the main characters in the movie and watches them for a while, goes back to the previous pages and her expression is the same as the one she wears when she does her homework. After a while, she squeezes in between her mothers and shows them her notebook with a drawing that takes up the whole page. 

“Mommies, I know what I want to dress up as” she tells them with determination.

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The day is finally here and, like every morning, mothers and daughters meet at the school gate before the hour. This is the usual routine since Dahyun and Chaeyoung go to the same school, but for a while now, with the arrival of Tzuyu, Sana and Jihyo have joined the group of mothers. With everyone's work schedules, this is one of the few times when they all usually get together and have time to catch up, arrange playdates and if they have the chance, gossip about the other parents. 

The first ones to arrive are Tzuyu and her mothers. She is dressed as a dog and her excitement is evident, since she got dressed at home and during the whole way, she hasn't stopped playing with the ears and tail of the costume while barking and moving her hands as a dog would do with its paws. Used to the little one's contained emotions, it is amusing to see how now there is no trace of her usual calmness. Tzuyu is very happy in her costume and it shows in the huge smile that makes her eyes barely visible, probably for her this is better than the party itself. 

The rest of the families do not take long to show up. 

Chaeyoung arrives holding onto her sisters' stroller along with their mothers. She is dressed in black from head to toe with a dark black cloth wrapped around her and her face painted white with No-Face's characteristic violet lines vertically across her eyes. The obscure attire contrasts with the bright smile the little girl has plastered on her face, just like Tzuyu, she is delighted with her disguise. She looks scary, especially when she tries to replicate the character's expressionless look, but as soon as she opens her mouth or smiles the only way to describe her is adorable. 

The two girls start showing off their costumes, complimenting each other and getting into their respective characters. Meanwhile Sana and Jihyo melt when they see that the twins are also dressed up in baby sized skeleton onesies under their warm clothes and soon they take them in their arms. As usual, Yuna, who seems to have a favorite aunt, starts smiling and stretching her little arms as soon as she sees Sana's face. After a few minutes they end up exchanging them because, according to the couple, they don't want their 3-month-old nieces to think they have favorites. And as always, Jeongyeon doesn't miss the opportunity to tease Jihyo by reminding her that she doesn't have to worry about it because the babies are the ones who do have favorites, Yuna loves Sana and Ryujin loves Mina. 

Before Nayeon can join the three-way bickering, Mina's car pulls up next to them. 

“Minari, Momoring just in time” Sana says as she greets them. 

However, what stops Jihyo and Jeongyeon from continuing to tease each other is not the arrival of the other family but what they see next. Momo opens the back door of the car covering her daughter and then steps aside revealing Dahyun painted green, in a full body costume with muscles and a short wig. Everyone, even the girls freeze with unreadable expressions, a moment that Dahyun doesn't hesitate to take advantage of. 

“I'm the Incrdible Hulk!” she introduces herself, showing her teeth and clenching her fists.

They all burst into collective laughter interrupted by an excited shout from Chaeyoung. 

“BROOO, YOU’RE SO COOL!”. 

Only then does the laughter get louder as Mina covers her face in anticipation of what is coming next. 

“Please, Momo confirm to me that you guys were late because you had to paint Dahyun” Nayeon requests. 

“Dubu insisted... she was supposed to wear a mask” Momo admits defeated. 

The laughs get louder once more as the two explain how they both put on the make up with the tiny sponges that came with the face paint they still have traces of on their hands. Sana and Momo soon join forces to argue that it's Mina's fault for watching so many superhero movies and other nerdy things.

“That's the same thing I told Nayeon, look at Chaeyoung, she's gonna turn into a movie nerd like her” Jeongyeon doesn't miss the chance and her wife replies by punching her arm. 

“Don't be like that Jeong, she looks adorable and you did a good job” Sana replies with a bright smile.

“Sana is right. I have to admit I'm surprised” Jihyo agrees. 

“And what is that supposed to mean” Jeongyeon complains, offended. 

“Jeongyeon” Jihyo looks at her seriously. “You were the only person to fail Art in your whole course, you were the first student that Miss Son failed” she reminds her friend. 

“Well that was like decades ago” she tries to defend herself. 

“Honey, you did great on the costume, but Jihyo is right. Our daughter has been drawing better than you since she was 5 years old” her wife adds. 

Nayeon and Jihyo high-five while Jeongyeon accepts her fate of being teased by her wife and best friend, which has always been the case since they met Nayeon in college. In the same way Momo and Sana join forces to tease Mina, only their way of teasing Mina is by babying her instead of teasing her. 

They share with each other how each of them handled the whole costume thing at home, making Sana and Jihyo silently celebrate that they didn't have to do it themselves and that any face paint wasn't necessary. The youngest one even dares to brag about having the most normal daughter, but as soon as she says it, they hear her barking at Chaeyoung before biting her finger. 

“Nevermind...” Jihyo rolls her eyes and turns to her daughter “Tuzyu, don't bite!”. 

When Jihyo scolds her, Jeongyeon goes to support her friend in the only way she knows how. It is not easy to take on the motherhood of a 6-year-old girl with no previous experience, so her friends never hesitate to give them a helping hand, always with respect and caution. It is rare that her friends have to intervene, but Jeongyeon and Tzuyu have formed a very special bond through their love for dogs and sometimes she is the only one with whom she is assertive. After Jihyo scolds her and after her daughter excuses herself saying that she is a dog it has to be Jeongyeon who puts the topic to rest in the best way she knows. And that is by explaining to her that good, polite dogs only bite if they are in danger or if they are attacked, so she should behave like Butter, her favorite dog at the shelter.  The same dog she hopes her friend and her family will soon adopt. 

They both know that Tzuyu doesn't need more than a little gentle warning since she just wanted to act like a dog and not hurt Chaeyoung. After the gentlest scolding ever, she just nods and apologizes first to her mama and aunt and then turns to her friend. To her apology she adds a caress to Chae's finger and a kiss on the spot marked with her teeth. The other girl doesn't seem to think much of it and immediately hugs her before stroking her head as she would do with her dog. 

They both girls go back to playing together like nothing happened while their mothers shower the twins with love and cuddles and the Momo and Nayeon take a couple of pictures of the three before they all walk into school together hand in hand. Like every morning, Dahyun grabs Tuzyu and Chaeyoung hands and walks them to their class and then goes to hers. 

Outside the school, their mothers continue talking a little more until it is time to leave for their respective jobs. Momo and Mina are the first to leave, as it is Friday, the day to receive suppliers for the weekend. Jihyo leaves alone in the car to the company and Sana stays with Nayeon and Jeongyeon to have coffee together since Sana is free and Nayeon has her own schedule. 

They go to a coffee shop that has recently opened, on Sana's own recommendation. They go to a coffee shop that has recently opened, on Sana's own recommendation. It doesn't matter that she's no longer a top model, her new job keeps her connected to the latest trends, and that includes the hottest spots in town.  It seems that the attraction of the site is not only its overpriced coffee, but also its teas and pastries. Sana tells them that in the evenings and on weekends the queue goes all the way to the outside of the store, but at this time the people there are mostly students, elderly people and some curious tourists. 

The place is large with big windows and light colored walls making the space really bright. The furniture and decoration lean to a more minimalist style. The touch of color is given by the plants that decorate the whole place, which along with the scent of coffee, vanilla and cinnamon make the place more welcoming. It's nice, but all this gets overshadowed as soon as you see the counter., where there is a wide selection of pastries, cakes and breads. 

As is usual now, the bulky baby stroller helps them get a table before and. Just as they are all seated, Sana takes one of the babies and Jeongyeon is about to get up when she is stopped by her wife who puts the other baby in her arms to go herself to order two iced coffees and tea for her wife. 

Seeing Nayeon going to order for everyone is an image that keeps catching the attention of Sana and the rest of her friends, to see this side of her. This past year they have seen an even bigger change in her than when they had Chae. Don't get her wrong, her friend has always been a wonderful wife and mother, but Nayeon is the kind of person who demands attention with her mere presence and her playful side that could even be considered childlike makes them forget that she is actually the oldest of them all. Jeongyeon, on the other hand, has always had that gentle charm and is the kind of person who opens the door for you, offers you her jacket or makes sure the food she serves you isn't too hot. 

It's endering to see how their roles have reversed. 

“Why are you smiling like that?”

“Nothing, it's just funny to see how Nayeon keeps giving you the pregnant treatment.” 

“I'm not going to lie, there are still times when it feels weird to me” she says jokingly but she can't help but let out a sincere smile. 

“Well you also deserve to be taken care of like this from time to time, even if you feel more comfortable giving, it's also good to learn how to receive, to be taken care of” she replies giving a smile back at her. 

The look on her face is one he has seen many times during those private conversations they occasionally share in the kitchen when Sana keeps her company or when Jeongyeon needs to catch her breath and Sana comes behind. Her gaze, like her words, is subtle and she doesn't need to say much more to know she's not looking for an answer from her either. Fortunately for Sana, reading others is like breathing, so they just change the subject. 

“Jihyo told me she's gotten quite a bit better at cooking.” 

“Oh yeah, almost all her food is edible now,” she says in a joking tone, but they both know she's totally serious. 

The conversation between the two doesn't go much longer when Nayeon arrives and takes the little girl in Sana's arms before sitting down next to his wife. 

“What were you two talking about?” she asks curiously. 

“We were talking about you.”

She doesn't even respond and just rolls her eyes, used to her wife's antics. However what comes next does surprise her. Jeongyeon places a hand on her cheek and kisses her. 

After the kiss, Sana notices both of them blushing and wonders if she and Jihyo will be the same after that many years together. Making her blush is difficult, but she wonders if after spending more than a decade together they will still surprise each other with small gestures and if they will be able to make each other's heart skip a beat with a kiss. 

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They have barely had half of their drinks when Nayeon's phone starts ringing. It's from the school so the three's motherly instincts immediately put them on alert. 

“Hello. Yes it's Im Nayeon, Yoo Chaeyoung's mother.”     

“Is everything alright?”

“Yes, I understand” 

“Okay, we'll be right there.”

Nayeon hangs up the call and turns her eyes to her wife. She looks at her expectantly and worried.

“They say Chaeyoung's costume is making the other children cry and they are asking us to bring her something else or pick her up” she sighs annoyed. 

They all pick up their bags and coffee in hand to go back to the school. 

In the secretary's office they find Chaeyoung with her teacher, both are drawing, it is obvious that Chaeyoung has cried, as her eye makeup is smeared all over her face. As soon as she notices someone's arrival and recognizes her family she runs into her mothers arms. Jeongyeon lifts her up in weight while Nayeon gives her caresses that make her laugh out loud. Her aunt, Sana and her teacher, Sunmi watch the scene with a sad smile as they see Chaeyoung's little pout as she explains what happened. 

“I didn't do anything mommies but the kids were crying” she says worried about getting a scolding. 

That reprimand never comes, in fact, both Jeongyeon and Nayeon are trying not to cry knowing that their daughter felt bad for making her classmates cry. 

Sunmi looks at them and proceeds to bow apologetically. 

“I'm really sorry, I was told to call you because nearly all of the children except for Tzuyu have started crying. I have to admit that's the most creative costume I've seen today, Chaeyoung certainly knows how to pick a Halloween costume” she says, giving a small caress on the cheek to the girl who can't help but smile at the attention she's getting. 

The teacher asks them if they are taking her, noticing that they don't seem to have brought a different costume, and apologizes again. When they both go to the classroom to get Chaeyoung's backpack, they see the results of the chaos caused by their daughter's costume. Some children are still crying and others are blowing their noses with the help of another teacher after calming down. 

None of the mothers present have any complaints with the teacher who has always been understanding of both families and their circumstances, nor can they blame the poor children who seem terrified of the little creature wrapped in a black cloth with a painted face that has invaded the classroom on Halloween. However, they can't help but be disappointed with the situation when they see Chaeyoung's face, so different from the one they saw this morning when she was happily showing her costume to Dahyun and Tzuyu. 

“Let's have our Halloween party!” Nayeon says out of nowhere as they walk out of the school.

The response she receives is a sigh from Jeongyeon and a shout of excitement shared between Sana and Chaeyoung, while the twins sleep oblivious to what's going on around them. They all know that Jeongyeon's reaction is just a facade, she is unable to deny anything to her wife and daughter, and certainly not to Sana, who she has a soft spot for. 

That is how Jeongyeon is left in charge of cleaning the house and taking care of the twins. For anyone else it would have been the worst part of organizing a party, but for her it is a moment of peace and quiet with herself. Cleaning always brings her calm and a nice sense of control, and right now it's a good distraction after what happened with her daughter at school.

Nayeon along with Sana and Chaeyoung are in charge of buying decorations. It's not the smartest decision to put a little girl with a special interest in Halloween together with two adults who are not very responsible when it comes to shopping, but there are no other options. The three of them go through several stores adding anything that catches their eye to the cart. And Sana does what a rich aunt does and that is to spoil her niece after a bad day at school by buying everything Chaeyoung looks at. 

After hearing what happened, Jihyo offers to pick up Dahyun and Tzuyu from school, while Momo and Mina close the restaurant and set to work preparing Halloween-themed snacks.  

And lastly, the six mothers have something more important to do, find a costume. 

The afternoon arrives, school is over and the Halloween party begins. 

The Im-Yoo family's living room has been invaded by orange, black, white and purple decorations in the shape of pumpkins, skeletons, bats, ghosts and spider webs. All of them with googly eyes and funny faces, giving it a childish and fun touch that makes it kid-friendly, but especially Momo-friendly. 

The cups have cranberry, strawberry and other red fruit juices. The snacks also have cartoonish eyes, pointy teeth and legs made of different ingredients. The treats are shaped like spiders and worms. And they look as delicious as they taste. 

The costumes are a bit more diverse and not as scary. The youngest in the house are back in their little skeleton onesies and the older ones are still in the costumes they wore to school. Dahyun is still painted in green, but at some point she lost the short hair wig, Chaeyoung has her facial makeup fixed and Tzuyu is now in the company of her stuffed dog she got in Chritsmas.  

As for the adults, the theme is diverse. Nayeon has opted for something daring and sexy with a Catwoman costume, wearing a tight and daring full bodysuit - she swears it's a costume they used for a spy series - to which she has added a tail and ears at the last minute. Jihyo hasn't missed the chance to try out her Spiderman costume, just as tight although not as suggestive as Nayeon's. Momo, Sana and Mina with the little time they have had have coincidentally rescued the Sailor Jupiter, Sailor Moon and Sailor Mars costumes from the closet. Momo is wearing Jihyo's, as they bought together a few years ago when the color of their hair was the same as their characters.

Jeongyeon is the last to appear in her costume. She waits for everyone to arrive before going to the bedroom and for more than thirty minutes she barricades herself on the other side of the corridor that separates the living room from the rest of the rooms. They hear how she opens and closes cabinet doors and then does the same in the bathroom, awakening the curiosity of both the little ones and the older ones, even Yuna and Ryujin turn their attention to the source of the noises.

After creating so much expectation among everyone in the room, they see her pop up down the hallway revealing a copy of Chae's costume. 

“Moma!” exclaims her daughter before running into her arms.

To her surprise, no laughter is heard after that, not even from Nayeon or Jihyo. When he looks up, with Chaeyoung still in his arms, he glances at his wife who looks back at her with sparkling eyes and a big smile that is interrupted by a mouthed “I love you.” There is not a hint of teasing or playfulness in her gesture, just pure love. 

The rest simply smile with an expression somewhere between amusement and tenderness, in Jihyo's case closer to amusement, but she doesn't actually laugh. Jeongyeon will later remind her that motherhood has softened her because a while ago she wouldn't have heard the end of it if she had seen her like this. 

“Let me get the camera, honey. You two look adorable together,” Nayeon says before giving her a peck careful not to smudge.

She disappears down the hallway and returns with one of her cameras to capture the first of many moments tonight. Maybe celebrating Halloween wasn’t such a bad idea after all.

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The atmosphere is festive and homely. 

They all eat the delicious and terrifying snacks made by Momo, who blushes at the compliments, and Mina, who can't hide her proud smirk. The girls talk to their mothers and aunts, Dahyun is the one who keeps bringing up different topics until Sana is the only one who really pays attention to her adorable rambling. Sometimes it's hard to believe that the girl is as introverted as her mommy. All the while Ryujin and Yuna sleep, wake up, go back to sleep and join in the games and fuss by shaking their toys. As usual, whenever their aunts are around, their mothers can take a well-deserved break.

The time to relax doesn't last long, as it wouldn't be a family reunion without a round of games that push Nayeon and Jihyo to the limit until they get a warning, but not intimidating, look from Jeongyeon to let the kids win in one of the rounds. 

When the time comes, it is Jihyo and Sana who are in charge of giving the twins a bath. It's been years since either has done this, but as soon as they take off their adorable skeleton costumes it comes naturally to both of them. Sana did this same thing a thousand times with Dahyun and Jihyo, though she didn't have to do it as much, she did have enough practice when Chae was a baby. They move in sync as if they have done it together a thousand times and make bathing two three-month-old babies look easy. 

There's something about seeing Sana taking care of her baby nieces that warms her heart. She imagines her wife when she was 27 years old helping Mina with Dahyun's care in between catwalks and photo shoots. She tries to recreate in her mind what it would have been like to take care of Tzuyu as a baby and can't help but smile at the thought of that picture of their daughter as a baby they were given. She pictures her wife a few years younger with dark hair holding a baby with wide eyes and a very serious expression. Jihyo's smile is nothing compared to Sana's, who keeps smiling and laughing making her nieces smile. 

After the bath, it is time for dinner and it is time for them to go to sleep. Mina and Momo get them ready for bed, with Chaeyoung, Dahyun and Tzuyu guarding them, who decide to tell them a bedtime story that takes longer than expected, as Dahyun is the only one of the girls able to read fluently. 

Then the mood becomes quieter. Now that the twins are asleep, the girls watch a movie and the adults talk in whispers around the table. 

Sana and Mina recreate some of the old photos they took when they wore these same costumes a few years ago. And after the second glass of wine, they both start recreating the poses of the Sailor Moon characters. 

“Mina is really living her dreams” Jihyo laughs. 

It's not a mockery, she just loves to see the nerdy and unnhibited side of her friend, she would never admit it out loud but she finds it adorable. They all love to see this side of Mina and some share some common hobbies like Jeongyeon with LEGO or Sana with some anime, but the one who always listens when she talks about her hobbies, some character she likes or the new video game that ruins her sleep schedule, that's Jihyo. Most of the time she's not even quite sure if she's understanding her friend, but she always listens with enthusiasm and fascination, appreciating the wonder that is listening to Mina talking non-stop and unfiltered. 

“Come on, Momo. Join in,” Jeongyeon encourages her. 

“Ji, I have to admit that it was such a good move to give your costume to Momo, are you sure you didn't want to fulfill some fantasy?” asks Nayeon and her wife bursts into laughter. 

“That’s true, the last time you saw Sana and Mina in those costumes, you ended up flirting with Mina too after a few drinks” Jeongyeon recalls with laughter.

Jihyo squeals and rolls her eyes in annoyance. Unlike her friends, who love to bring this conversation up every chance they get, she doesn't like remembering the week she spent afterwards apologizing to Sana and buying flowers every day. From the look Sana gives the three of them, neither does she. 

In an attempt to divert the conversation, Jihyo does what she does best, and that's tease her unnies, starting with Jeongyeon. 

“I think we can safely say that the only one here who isn't fulfilling a fantasy is Nayeon” Jihyo finally jokes about her friend's disguise. 

Jeong just sighs in annoyance and doesn't answer her, but Nayeon does it for her. 

“So you don't deny that you gave Momo the costume to fulfill some twisted fantasy of yours involving anime women” she says while giving her a faux judgmental look, knowing what's coming next. 

Jihyo reacts just as expected. She begins to deny it and argue, with the passion of a lawyer defending someone in a trial, that she doesn't even watch anime and that what happened that night was a misunderstanding. She explains how the lights of the place added to the alcohol made her confuse the costumes of both while Sana looks at her attentively, Mina does her best to hide her blushing cheeks and Momo asks herself a lot of questions. 

Fortunately for some of those present, the conversation ends up getting sidetracked when they begin to discuss what color would represent each of them if they themselves were anime characters or superheroes. At the same time as the end of the movie the girls are watching comes on, they soon join in the conversation to choose their favorite colors, and their mothers can only hope that they haven't heard any of the previous discussion.

At some point of their exchange, they start to organize Jeongyeon and Momo's birthday, after explaining to Tzuyu and Chaeyoung why birthdays happen to be on the same day they were born. Despite the explanations, for Jihyo and Sana the confusion on Tuzyu's face doesn't go unnoticed and the two know very well that this expression means a conversation when they get home, or most likely next morning during breakfast. 

A few months ago, these kinds of sensitive topics or the child's sudden questions about any issue related to the family or adoption was like a switch that triggered the mothers' fear of not knowing how to respond in the most appropriate way. Now it has become a part of their lives that they deal with quite naturally, it is a constant learning experience for both of them and not only for Tzuyu. In Jihyo's case it has also been somewhat therapeutic to have to question what it means to be a family, to be a mother and to understand that the chosen family, the found family can have as much or more importance than the biological family. Love is what unites, not blood. 

It is not a distant concept for any of them since they were very certain from the beginning that it was no different for them to have an adopted child, but even today Jihyo sometimes has trouble accepting that same premise when it comes to her own parents and the family that once pushed her away. 

For her, as for her wife and her friends, family is this. Getting together to laugh, eat, talk, joke, tease, tease each other and take care of each other. It's throwing a party because Chaeyoung had a bad day at school, it's giving the twins a bath to give their mothers a break, and it's organizing Jeongyeon and Momo's birthday all together. 

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The party goes on until night falls and the first yawns come from the little ones followed by snoozes and eyes that can barely stay open. This is the sign to start packing up and end the party, despite Chaeyoung and Dahyun's soft complaints as they try to prove they are not sleepy when they are suddenly interrupted by Tzuyu's soft snoring on the couch. 

With Jeongyeon in charge, it barely takes time for them to clean up the living room as it was, except for some decorations left behind at Chae's request. The first to leave are Sana, who carries the big stuffed dog and Jihyo, who carries her sleeping daughter in her arms. Shortly after, Mina, Momo and Dahyun leave, the latter leaving with her face washed, but still with some green paint. 

Silence fills the apartment and the three of them sit for a while on the couch. Their daughter lies down on top of the two of them, looking even more affectionate than usual. 

“Thank you mommies” she says as her eyes close from sleep ‘I had a great time Mom and you're so cool, Moma’.

It's those words that make it all worth it. Such simple words, but they fill the hearts of Nayeon and Jeongyeon, who do their best every day to give their daughters a good life. 

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[misani197]

ENTRE MELÕES E LIMÕES / Sahyo - Sana e Jihyo

💙= Misani197

Pedido interno no @redsidesquad

Eu achei que ficou tão linda 🥹💗

[pttwice]

Magical

|| little!misana, cg!jeonghyo ||

“Coffee. I need coffee,” Jeongyeon grumbles as she shuffles into the kitchen. She leans down, resting her head on Jihyo’s back.

“Merry Christmas to you, too. Rough night?” Jihyo asks, a teasing tone in her voice as she sets Jeongyeon’s mug down on the kitchen counter.

Jeongyeon nods and picks the mug up. She presses a quick kiss to Jihyo's cheek, her very tired and non-verbal way of wishing her a Merry Christmas. She takes a sip of the coffee, burning her tongue. “Oooh it’s so hot but so necessary.”

Jihyo playfully rolls her eyes and turns around to lean against the kitchen counter. “Were the littles not going down?”

The way Jeongyeon is barely able to keep her eyes open as she takes another sip of her coffee, burning herself again, is the only confirmation Jihyo needs.

“Maybe they’ll sleep in since-"

"No! You broke it!"

A scream followed by a very loud whine from Mina cuts Jihyo off, rendering her hopeful statement useless as she and Jeongyeon quickly move from the kitchen. They open Mina's door and are greeted by two very upset littles.

"Mommy! Sana broke it!" Mina walks up to Jihyo, a deep frown on her face as she holds up the remaining pieces of what she assumed was a car. There's two wheels, an axel, and a few other miscellaneous pieces cupped delicately in Mina's hands.

"I didn't! Mina- she uhm she broke mine first," Sana huffs and hands her broken Lego creation to Jeongyeon. Jeongyeon sets her coffee down on Mina's dresser and holds the pieces in her hand.

"Okay, okay. Let's all take a deep breath. I can tell that there's a lot of mad feelings floating around right now." Jihyo speaks up over the littles arguing with each other. They stop and look at their mommy, each sporting a pout as they take a few deep breaths.

Jeongyeon can see Mina relax a bit, but Sana's just as wound up and just as upset. She sets the pieces of Sana's Legos beside her coffee and sits down on the floor with the little. "What's up, bug? Can you tell me calmly what happened?"

Sana holds Jeongyeon's hand, squeezing it to try and ground herself. She nods and looks up at Jeongyeon, pretending that Mina isn't in the room. "I just wanted to play with Mina and then uhm and then I said okay we can play Legos. I was makin' a house and then I took a red brick and then- then Mina got mad and broke my house."

Mina opens her mouth to argue right back but Jihyo pulls her into her lap. She rubs the little's back gently, calming her down so Sana can finish talking.

"I told her that it wasn't nice and that she- she needed to build my house again."

Jeongyeon nods and holds Sana's hands. She rubs her thumbs over the backs of them, slowly feeling the tension leaving her. "Okay. Well, I'm sure that Mina wasn't trying to be mean, love bug. I think she just got a little frustrated and didn't know what to do with all that frustration."

"I didn't- Sana- she took my brick, and- and I wanted to use it for my car!"

"Inside voice, sweet pea," Jihyo gently reminds Mina who nods a little. She leans back into Jihyo, trying to calm down a little.

"I was almost done and I wanted to use that brick, but- but then Sana stole it."

"Well, did you tell Sana you were going to use it?" Jeongyeon asks as Sana plays with her fingers.

Mina's quiet for a few minutes before she slowly shakes her head and whispers a small, "No."

"Do you think that maybe next time you play Legos with Sana, you can tell her which pieces you want to use? That way you won't be surprised if she grabs something you want."

Mina considers her mama's idea. It sounds pretty smart, and her mama is smart, so she nods. She's not thrilled with the idea, but she doesn't want to make her mamas mad and she doesn't like it when Sana's upset with her. She likes playing with Sana.

"I'm sorry," Mina mumbles. She crawls out of Jihyo's lap and holds her arms out. Sana hesitates for only a few seconds before she wraps her arms around Mina. She squeezes her tight, not able to stay mad at her for too long.

"I'm sorry too, Minari. I didn't mean to make you upset. I promise that next time we play Legos, I'll ask if you want to use a piece." Sana smiles as she pulls back, and in an instant, everything's right again.

Jeongyeon and Jihyo share a look, both shaking their heads at how easily the girls were able to get over their little problem.

"Now that that's been fixed, I think a certain someone visited us last night. There's these weird boxes with bows on them under the tree." Jeongyeon plays dumb and watches as the two girls realize what day it is. Excitedly, they jump up and down, still hugging each other.

"Santa!"

//

Jeongyeon's slightly more awake as they gather around the Christmas tree, but only slightly. She finishes her coffee and sets it on the end table. "Okay, girls. Why don't you give out some presents so we can get started?"

Mina and Sana look under the tree, their hands grabbing every present they can before they pick up two each. Mina sits in Jeongyeon's lap and Sana in Jihyo's.

"What does this one say, mama?" Mina holds up the present to Jeongyeon who opens the label.

"Can you read it with me, Minari?" Jeongyeon asks, smiling as Mina slowly reads the name to her.

"To J-Ji-Jihy-Jihyo!" Mina proudly hands the present over to her mommy, beautifully wrapped by Santa she assumes.

Little piles form in front of the four of them until all of them are sorted out evenly. "How about we let mommy open one first?"

The girls are hesitant, each wanting to open their own gifts first. Jeongyeon chuckles softly and presses a kiss to the side of Mina's head. "I promise you two get to open one next."

The littles watch impatiently as Jihyo opens her present. Jihyo seems to be pleased with it, but Mina and Sana are just confused at the sight of socks. Why would their mama ask Santa for socks?

"These are the ones that Kookeu ate last year," Jihyo says through a laugh. She sets them back in the bag and smiles, silently thanking Jeongyeon. "Okay. You two next."

That's all that Sana and Mina need to tear into their presents. Wrapping paper goes flying and half of it ends up getting thrown on Jeongyeon. She laughs and tries to block it as Sana and Mina look down at their presents.

"Mommy look! I got a Lego set!" Mina excitedly holds up the box, shaking it around as Sana shows off her toy.

"I got princess makeup!" Sana sets her makeup kit down in Jihyo's hands to look at it closer. "I wanna open it."

"Not yet, love bug. We have to open all the other presents and then you can play with whatever else you get from Santa." Jihyo's easily able to convince the girls to open the rest of their presents, the joy in the room almost palpable.

By the time the two littles have opened all their presents, Jeongyeon is swimming in wrapping paper. Miraculously, none of it's anywhere near Jihyo. Jeongyeon's even got a few of the bows from the presents stuck to her.

"Do I have to keep these on?" Jeongyeon sighs and looks down at the sparkly pink bow. There's sparkles everywhere and she knows that it's going to be a pain to get them out of her clothes.

Jihyo laughs as she takes a picture of Jeongyeon. "Yes, you do. Don't be a Grinch. The girls love you and they put the bows on you because you're their gift."

Jeongyeon glances at Sana and Mina who are now sitting across from each other. Mina's got her Legos out in neat little piles as she builds and Sana's got her makeup laid in a little tray that Jihyo found in the kitchen. "Yes, I'm sure they do," Jeongyeon grumbles, her voice laced with sarcasm.

"I think you look pretty, mama," Mina says, her focus still on the pieces she's putting together.

"Yeah, you look like a Christmas princess." Sana looks up, various types of makeup spread across her face.

Jeongyeon barely manages to hold a laugh in and smiles, thanking the two littles. "You look so good, love bug."

Thankfully, the emphasis that Jeongyeon puts into her words goes over Sana's head. She loves any kind of praise she gets from her mamas. She giggles happily and looks back down at the little princess mirror that came with the makeup kit.

"I guess she's going to look like that when we go over to Nayeon's?" Jihyo talks quietly, making sure that Jeongyeon's the only one can hear her.

"Of course she is. You know Momo will look like this, too. Didn't Nayeon get her the same thing?"

Jihyo smiles and nods. She remembers when they went shopping together and picked them out for the two Japanese girls. Jihyo warned Nayeon that Momo would have makeup all over the place, including her face, but Nayeon went right ahead.

//

"I really don't think hot chocolate was the thing to give them," Jeongyeon says as she leans against the kitchen counter with Jihyo. She looks into the living room at the two littles. Sitting in front of the TV, Mina is laying across Sana. They each have a mug of hot chocolate and Mina's holding tightly to her new Lego camper.

"I'm smart and made sure to make it sugar free. It's also just warmed up chocolate milk."

Jeongyeon grimaces and takes a sip of her tea. "I thought I was the Grinch."

Jihyo playfully rolls her eyes and lays her head on Jeongyeon's shoulder. "Would you rather have them drink sugar free chocolate milk and go to sleep tonight, or have them keeping you up until 3am again?"

Jeongyeon's quiet. She knows when she's wrong and she knows that as long as Sana and Mina are happy and blissfully unaware, then all is right in the world.

//

The movie's almost done and Jeongyeon and Jihyo are still sitting in the kitchen. They're talking about new concepts for Twice when Mina comes in. She sets her mug of hot chocolate in the sink then walks over to Jeongyeon.

"What's up, sweet pea?" Jeongyeon asks as she looks down at Mina.

Mina doesn't say anything as she wraps her arms around Jeongyeon's neck. She hugs her tight, face buried in her mama's neck.

"Are you okay?"

Mina nods and Jeongyeon can feel her smiling. "Jus' wanted a hug. I love you."

"I love you too, sweet pea. Did you have a good Christmas?" Jeongyeon manages to slide Mina into her lap, the little's face still tucked away in the crook of Jeongyeon's neck.

"Yeah," Mina says, her voice muffled, "it was the best."

The day may have started out on the wrong foot, but seeing the littles happy made the late night and mess of wrapping paper and sparkles all worth it.

[kyunghwannie]

Entangled In A Dance Of Love.

Ft. TWICE's Hirai Momo and Minatozaki Sana x M!Read Short Story.

Parts:

Part-1: Momo's Arrival in your Life

Part-2: Confirmation of Love and Heartbreak

Part-3: "Sana-yah..."

Part-4: Coming soon

[xnerbby]

━ THE OLIVE THEORY

🗒: nunca imaginei o quão lindo uma edição poderia ficar com azeitonas em destaque e estou admirada com o resultado dessa capa. claro que com a sana e a jihyo tudo ficou ainda mais perfeito, mas de fato cada coisinha aqui casa maravilhosamente com a outra e meus olhos agradecem!