#sana text imagines

[douqhnxtss]

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ CHAMPAGNE & SUNSHINE ⊹ ࣪ ˖⋆.˚✧˖°.

𝓾𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘨𝘢 𝘺/𝘯, 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖿𝗅𝗂𝗋𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗋𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗐𝗈𝗆𝖺𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖼𝗋𝗈𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗉𝖺𝗍𝗁. 𝗃𝗒𝗉 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗆 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗄𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝗃𝗒𝗉'𝗌 𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗌𝗌, 𝓼𝘢𝘯𝘢, 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗁𝖾𝗋. 𝗒𝖾𝗍 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗇𝖾𝗀𝗈𝗍𝗂𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝗆𝖾𝖾𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗆 𝗍𝗈𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋. 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗐𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗍𝗈𝗈 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾, 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵?

✧ mini smau, fluff, suggestive, profanity, playgirl/flirty!reader, giselle from aespa as fc, partygirl!reader, ft. aespa, twice (unnies), kiss of life, others in the chapters — idol!sana x fem!soloist!reader °° i wrote this chapter but then when I posted it, it didn't post right, and the only thing that remained was the title and banner and I had to write it all again, I'm gonna kms fr ★ requested by anon! send an ask, comment or reblog to get added in the taglist!

✦ now playing — champagne & sunshine by plvtinum

prologue! twice x y/n

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡.𖥔 ݁ ˖⊹ ࣪ ˖⋆.˚✧˖°.

★ one ☆ two ☆ three

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 ᯓ✦ 𝓊𝗻𝚒𝘷𝐞𝗋𝓢𝙚 !

[perilegs]

i think nøkk was called näkki before he transitioned

[ovrtimelove]

i have seven drafts. none of them r getting out of the basement w this burnout. in the name of the department of education, the system, and the holy fucking shit, amen 🙏 i try though. idk if its obvious

[ylangelegy]

the way of the work husband 📋 chan x reader.

going back to work after the holidays sucks, but at least you've got your 'work husband' lee chan to get you through it.

★ office worker!chan x f!reader. ★ word count: 1.8k ★ genre/warnings: alternate universe: office, alternate universe: co-workers, fluff/romance. vernon is a menace (affectionately). not proofread. ★ footnotes: been itching to write chan lately and this was the result. dedicating this to my favorite corporate girlie!dinonara @chanranghaeys, who i have been threatening a chan fic with for a little over a week now ෆ sana all may lee chan sa office. 😔 + a special shoutout to @diamonddaze01 for educating me on the how work spouses operate. 🙏

“Is Lee Chan, like, your work husband or something?” 

The look on Vernon’s face is perfectly innocent, but his arched eyebrow gives some indication of just how amused he is. You shoot him a scathing glare before turning back to your work-sanctioned laptop. 

You don’t answer Vernon’s question. Not at first, anyway. Instead, you opt to wryly ask, “Why do you always have to use his full government name whenever you’re talking about him?” 

“Eh. Just ‘Chan’ is too short,” Vernon responds noncommittally. He should be focusing on the grant that he has to write, but he seems intent on quizzing you on your relationship with the company’s newest program assistant. 

Vernon leans a little further into his computer chair. He’s always been a pretty amicable seatmate; he just liked to poke the bear every so often. 

“So?” he prompts. “Are you and Lee Chan… you know.” 

When Vernon makes a vague, crude gesture with his hands, you groan out loud. “Don’t make it weird,” you snap. “And no. Chan and I are just friends, asswipe.”

“But you guys display peak work spouse behavior.” 

“Aren’t you supposed to be grant writing?” 

“Aren’t you supposed to be getting your afternoon coffee with Mr. Program Assistant?” 

Vernon’s rebuttal has you glancing at the digital clock on your desk. Shit. 

“This doesn’t mean anything,” you say as you grab your wallet and get to your feet. You hate to admit it, but Vernon is right. You’ve started dedicating your fifteen-minute afternoon breaks to cafeteria trips with Chan. 

All in the name of friendship, you insist.

“‘Course it doesn’t,” Vernon sing-songs. Just when you think he’s done, he throws in a final jab. 

“I’ll have an itemized list of my observations,” he calls after your retreating back. “Just you wait!” 

You don’t turn around to dignify Vernon’s taunt with a response. Instead, you flip him off over your shoulder as you contemplate what coffee to get with Chan today.

Rarely are you late to work. Some mornings are just harrowing, littered with minor inconveniences like your alarm not going off or the bus making one too many stops. 

When you finally make it to the office, you can already imagine the CEO’s backhand comment about punctuality. Something like ‘early is on time, on time is late, and late is unacceptable,’ probably. 

That’s why you feel an immense pang of relief when you notice a vacant seat near the back of the room, one that you undoubtedly know is yours. 

You make your way to the chair as discreetly as you can. The bag atop it is taken off the moment that you arrive, and you flash an appreciative grin at the one who made it possible. 

Chan— who is already shifting his bag onto his lap— gives you an exaggerated wink in return. 

You mouth a wordless ‘thank you’ at him. He doesn’t respond verbally, just smiles at you in that way that lights up a whole room. It’s the type of grin that has you forgetting just how bad of a morning you had; you’d lose yourself in it if weren’t for the ominous presence of Vernon a couple of seats down.

The meeting grabs your attention soon enough, but not before you notice Vernon inconspicuously typing something into his phone. 

☑ You always sit next to each other at meetings

“Who’re you texting?” 

“Hm?” 

“Hellooo! Pay attention to me!” 

There’s a guilty expression on your face as you finally glance up at Seungkwan. “Sorry,” you say meekly. “What were you asking?” 

Vernon lets out a huff of laughter at Seungkwan’s side. “I’ll bet a dollar that it’s Lee Chan,” says Vernon. 

Seungkwan responds with a roll of his eyes. “That’s a given.” 

“Yah,” you begin to protest, ready to justify the way you’ve only been half-present throughout your entire lunch break. 

Your attempt falls flat when your phone pings, and the screen lights up. 

One (1) new text from Channie. 🦖LOLOL I have the perfect reel for this!! Wait a minute~~ 💖💙

Seungkwan scoffs. Vernon snickers. 

Your eye twitches, and you shoot back a text underneath the table in a bid to avoid your friends’ teasing. 

☑ You message each other all day long

It’s hard not to laugh when Chan is looking at you like that. 

Despite the fact that there’s a whole brainstorming session going on— preparation for the company’s next fundraising event— the two of you can’t help your silent communication. 

Especially when Soonyoung starts running his mouth about the fundraiser potentially being tiger-themed. 

One glance is all it takes. Chan’s lips are drawn into a thin line, and you know he’s also trying his darndest not to laugh. It’s a mammoth effort to hold back yourself, but you manage— not wanting to suffer from your eccentric boss’ line of questioning. 

It’s all free game once the session ends, though. 

You make a beeline for Chan. He takes one look at your quirked lip before jerking his head towards the door, urging the two of you to have this discussion somewhere you won’t be lynched.

Still, you and Chan can barely resist your peals of laughter as you leave the meeting room with your heads bowed together. Vernon watches with bemusement as the two of you trade incoherent mumblings about Tigger and Pompompurin. 

Not that Vernon has any idea what those have to do with anything. 

☑ You exchange knowing glances from across the room ☑ You share inside jokes about work and life

“Hey, Lee Chan, where’s your work wife?” 

Chan doesn’t miss a beat. “She’s in a meeting with finance,” he answers without even looking up from his keyboard. 

A corner of Vernon’s lip twitches upward. Aha. 

Chan seems to pick up on Vernon’s smug silence. The younger boy’s head snaps up, his expression quickly becoming guarded. “Not my work wife,” Chan sputters. “Just— I knew where she was, okay?” 

“Riiight.” 

There’s a redness in the tips of Chan’s ears as he goes back to the Google Doc he’d been slaving away on. Vernon doesn’t say anything more, but he does feign like he’s texting someone instead of adding to his ever-growing list.

☑ Your other colleagues wonder where the other’s at when you’re not together

It’s a bit of an epilogue in its own right, how Chan is the one to know why you’re out for the morning.

The CEO had asked it mostly as a rhetorical question— has anyone seen her?— but Chan’s easy answer has the meeting coming to a stuttering halt. 

“She got stuck at her dentist’s appointment,” he says. 

Several pairs of eyes turn to Chan. The look on his face is comically caught.

He fumbles for his phone and waves it around awkwardly. “We were texting,” he adds hastily. “That’s why I know.” 

How that was supposed to help Chan’s case, Vernon has no idea. 

“Well, tell her that we hope she gets better soon,” the CEO says coolly. A corner of her lip is upturned, like she’s finding this entire interaction a little too amusing. 

Chan manages a mumbled “Will do.” 

The meeting pushes through. Vernon watches Chan from the corner of his eye. Aside from looking absolutely mortified, there’s just a bit of dullness to the latter’s demeanor. A slower uptake, a dimmer grin. 

Gee, Vernon muses as he types away on his laptop. Wonder why. 

☑ You’re kind of bummed when they’re out of office ☑ You cover for each other when one is MIA

Vernon’s running list is a fun little gig, but it all comes to head on the evening of the company’s monthly night out.

The table at the speakeasy is full of boisterous laughter and greasy finger food. Everyone’s in high spirits for the upcoming weekend, and Vernon has to hold back on teasing those who he thinks are having just a little too much fun. 

You and Chan have spent much of the evening acting like you’re in your own world. Sure, you’re not touching each other— this is technically a work event, after all— but you’ve shared laughter and whispers throughout the night that nobody else is privy to. 

And, alright, fine. Maybe your knees knock into each other more often than not. Maybe Chan puts a hand over your ear whenever he wants to point something out, and maybe you lean in just a little more than necessary. 

It’s obvious to anybody with two eyes that you two are fond of each other. That much is certain.

That’s what gives Vernon the boost of confidence to play wingman by the end of the night. 

“You know,” he says coolly as your group spills out onto the sidewalk. “I think the two of you live in the same neighborhood.” 

What Vernon is scheming is plain as day to you. You narrow your eyes at him, but he’s undeterred. He only smiles at you and Chan like the menace that he is. 

Chan, for his part, raises his eyebrows ever so slightly. He glances at you with a quizzical expression. 

“You’ve never mentioned that.” He raises his hand to his chest, as if feigning hurt at being kept in the dark. 

A snort of laughter escapes you. “Didn’t feel like it was particularly important information,” you say dryly. 

“Of course it’s important!” Chan’s always been a little louder when he’s drunk, so his voice raises an octave or two. “‘Cause that means we can carpool together, or, like, y’know—” 

Vernon interrupts with a sage, “You can probably book the same cab for tonight, actually. Make it a double stop.” 

Chan’s face lights up. “Great idea, man!” 

Before you can protest, Chan is already whipping out his phone to pull up his ride-hailing app. This is not a battle that you’re going to win. 

All the while, Vernon grins triumphantly. 

☑ You go home together after happy hour 

“Can we—” 

“Shhh. No, not yet.” 

“But nobody’s looking!”

“Wait until we’ve rounded the corner, idiot—” 

And so he does. 

But the moment the corner has been rounded, Chan is sagging against your side like he’s wanted to the entire night. “Oh, thank God,” your boyfriend sighs. “I didn’t think I’d survive another minute without touching you.” 

You can’t help the giggle that escapes you. The feeling is mutual, though, so you reach out to rest your hand on his knee.

“Commendable self-control tonight,” you note. “All the whispering was a little too obvious, though.” 

Chan huffs in protest, but the sound loses its edge as he cuddles up to you in the back of the cab. “No one suspects us. It’s just Vernon,” he complains. 

“And Seungkwan,” you say. “And Jeonghan, and Minghao, and Wonwoo—” 

Your boyfriend gives a dismissive wave of his hand. “Doesn’t matter.” His hand rests on top of yours, just barely resisting the urge to intertwine your fingers. “They don’t know a thing about us, sweets.” 

The smile threatening to fill your face finally breaks. When you laugh, your shoulders shake against Chan’s body. You’re not sure if he’s entirely right— you know of Vernon’s whole iPhone note, after all— but you’re willing to indulge your boyfriend if it makes him happy. 

“Yeah,” you concede. “They don’t know a thing.” 

[urno1luv]

sana x reader

what if you were sana's new manager?

(also if this gets enough attention, i'll make a what-if series with different female idols, mostly pretty dark tho so dni if uncomfy!!)

cw: EXTREMELY ooc sana (she's so sweet, but here? not so much😭), age gap, power imbalance, obsessive/possessive behaviours, implied non-con towards the end

💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋

the moment you were promoted to being her manager, everything changed. sana was beautiful, poised, a fan favorite, and an idol who's been around for so long. naturally, you were really shocked, and slightly scared. imagine being in charge of a member of TWICE?? it was enough pressure to make anyone succumb quickly to stress, but you were dedicated to the job, which caught sana's attention, but not in a good way.

sana was not really pleased to see how... composed you were around her. the amount of compliments she got daily made her rather egotistical, so seeing you this "unbothered" when accompanying her to meetings and events really ticked her off, to put it simply. and when she heard about how old you were... sana's pride was HURT. a woman in charge of what she does, one who was younger than her by a few years? don't piss her off.

the next time you saw her, the mask fell off. sana would laugh at your smallest mistakes, throw away the food you gave her after a music show promotion, RIGHT in front of you, and treat every effort as something to be dismissed or useless. "do you think this is good enough? you were running late, i'm your fucking boss. seriously, what kind of manager are you?" sana scoffed as your face heated up in embarrassment, tears pricking at your eyes. why was she suddenly so mean? she stood closer to you, her tone laced with sadistic amusement. "don't cry, love, if you were more competent, i wouldn't be pissed, but... gotta work with what i got."

sana would sneer at your pathetic attempts to please her, and one night, she dropped all of her makeup brushes, and forced you to pick them up one by one. but what sana didn't expect was to feel.. something for you that very second. the way you always came back to her, still took care of her despite her countless insults towards you... she definitely went home to reflect on that.

the conclusion sana came to was that she really did like you. in her own, cruel way. and we've already established how she was an egotistical maniac who uses her power, so she refused to let you step out of line or get close to anyone else, and she’d punish you in small, petty ways if you tried. schedule changes without warning, "accidentally" spilling rumours that made things harder for you, and reminders that you only had this position because she allowed it. as much as you wanted to push back, the truth was undeniable: sana held your career—and your sanity—in her hands.

sana's fixation on you only seemed to get worse, as the months went by. and she made sure you KNEW it. she knew where you were at all times, texting you constantly, filling your phone with messages that were affectionate one moment and threatening the next. if you so much as glanced at anyone else, sana would go out of her way to isolate you, to sabotage anything that might distract you from her. "you’re mine," she'd whisper, almost tenderly, before tightening her grip on your waist as she pushed you against a wall. every attempt to set boundaries only seemed to feed her obsession. and with every passing day, you realized that she’d do anything, and i mean ANYTHING, to keep you by her side, whether you wanted it or not.

one fateful night, where she had dragged you to her penthouse, you would soon come to the realisation that sana was truly someone that you should've ran away from a loooong time ago. you sat stiffly on the edge of her bed, the dim glow of the bedside lamp casting shadows across the room. sana stood in front of you, close enough that you could feel the weight of her gaze. her hand moved to your shoulder, fingers pressing in with a possessive force that left no doubt who was in control. “don’t even think about leaving,” she whispered, her voice chillingly soft, as if daring you to defy her. sana leaned in, her other hand resting heavily between your legs, pinning you in place. every touch felt like a claim, each movement sending a quiet threat through the air. as her fingers tightened their hold, you realized escape wasn’t an option; you were exactly where she wanted you, and there was no way out.

sana's hands moved back up to your shoulders, firm and unyielding as she guided you back against the pillows, her hot tongue tracing possessively along your neck, the saliva cooling down quickly in the cold air, making your pulse race. she murmured sweet nothings into your ear, calming you down, voice low and commanding as she leaned in, body pressing onto yours. her hand slid down to your wrist, pinning it against the bed as her lips brushed close to your ear, each word a quiet, inescapable claim. the weight of sana's presence left no room for protest, every touch a reminder that here, in this room, you belonged entirely to her.

💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋

when you woke, the room was dark, save for the faint glow of her phone screen, casting eerie shadows across her face as sana sat beside you, watching. you tried to move, but a strange, deep ache reminded you how powerless you were in her world, in her hands. her fingers traced along your arm, and she smiled—a soft, chilling smile that only deepened your sense of dread. "you belong to me," sana whispered, voice filled with a twisted satisfaction. "I told you, no one else could ever love you like I do." you couldn’t remember when you’d fallen asleep, or how long she’d been there, but one thing was certain: there was no part of you sana hadn’t claimed, judging from the pain in your heart, and the bruises and hickeys shamelessly left in obvious areas.

[w1w2]

The (Not So) Fearless Movie Night

Minatozaki Sana x Fem!Reader

Word Count: ca. 6k 

Synopsis: When Sana invites Y/N over for a cozy movie night, Y/N chooses a horror film to impress her, determined to hide her fear and appear fearless. There’s just one problem: she’s terrified of horror movies.

Requested by Anon

English isn’t my first language so I apologize in advance for any mistakes.

♡ Enjoy! ♡

The chill of the evening air brushed against Y/N’s skin, but she barely noticed it. The streets were quiet, glowing softly under the amber light of the streetlamps. A few leaves skittered along the pavement, stirred by a gentle breeze, as Y/N made her way toward Sana’s apartment. Despite the serenity around her, her heart felt like it was hosting a full-on concert, thudding with a mix of excitement and nerves.

She shifted her bag higher on her shoulder, glancing down at her reflection in a shop window as she passed. The pastel pink sweater she’d chosen earlier still looked pristine, soft and  cozy, its delicate hue complementing her favorite fitted jeans. She’d spent far longer than she cared to admit agonizing over what to wear, wanting to strike that elusive balance between casual and cute. It wasn’t that she expected Sana to notice every little detail, but... well, a part of her hoped she would.

The thought of Sana brought a faint blush to Y/N’s cheeks. That was the thing about her, she had this uncanny ability to make Y/N’s world tilt off its axis. It wasn’t just her radiant smile, though that alone could make the grayest day feel brighter. It was everything about her, from the way she tilted her head when she was teasing, to the way her laugh could ripple through a room, drawing everyone’s attention like moths to a flame.

Y/N felt a rush of warmth just thinking about it, her lips curving into a small, wistful smile. How had someone like Sana, a person so effortlessly charming and magnetic, ended up being a part of her life? More than that, how had she become someone Y/N felt so deeply for?

Not that she’d say that out loud.

Her fingers tightened slightly around the strap of her bag. She could picture it now. Blurting out some half-formed confession, her words tangling into an incoherent mess while Sana tilted her head with that curious, amused expression she did so well. The mere thought was enough to make Y/N shake her head, willing herself to stay grounded. No, tonight wasn’t about grand confessions or dramatic moments, it was about spending time together. About making memories.

Still, Y/N couldn’t ignore the butterflies in her stomach as she thought about the text Sana had sent earlier that day.

"Movie night at my place? Bring snacks if you want!"

It had been such a simple message, yet Y/N had read it over at least five times, as if the words might rearrange themselves to reveal some hidden meaning. Sana had a way of making even the smallest gestures feel special, as though inviting Y/N over was the highlight of her day. Maybe it was just her imagination, but Y/N couldn’t help but hope.

She glanced up at the sky, where the stars were faintly visible against the backdrop of the city lights. Tonight felt like it carried the promise of something more, a quiet sort of magic that only existed in moments shared with Sana.

And then there was the movie.

Y/N’s pace slowed slightly as she thought about it, her earlier resolve flickering. She wasn’t oblivious, she knew Sana loved horror films. The last time they’d talked about movies, Sana had rattled off a list of her favorite scary titles with a gleam in her eye, her enthusiasm as captivating as it was intimidating. Y/N, on the other hand, had always avoided the genre like the plague. Creepy music, dark corridors, jump scares? Not exactly her idea of fun.

But tonight was different. Tonight, Y/N wasn’t just watching a movie, she was watching it with Sana. If it meant earning one of those radiant smiles or hearing Sana laugh at her “fearless” reactions, she’d sit through whatever nightmare unfolded on the screen.

Y/N let out a soft, self-deprecating laugh, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “What’s a little terror when it’s for her?” she murmured under her breath.

The apartment building loomed ahead, its windows glowing warmly against the night. Y/N felt a fresh wave of nerves wash over her as she climbed the steps, pausing briefly at the door to smooth her hair. Was she overthinking this? Probably. But when it came to Sana, overthinking felt almost inevitable.

The moment she pressed the doorbell, the world seemed to pause. For a second, she considered bolting, her mind spinning with irrational worries, what if she tripped over her words? What if she said something stupid? But then the door swung open, and all those thoughts vanished in an instant.

There she was.

Sana stood in the doorway, dressed in an oversized hoodie and fuzzy socks, her hair pulled back into a loose ponytail. She looked so effortlessly adorable that Y/N almost forgot to breathe. Sana’s eyes lit up the moment she saw her, a bright, playful grin spreading across her face.

“Y/N!” Sana said, stepping forward to pull her into a quick hug. She smelled like vanilla and something faintly floral, a comforting combination that made Y/N’s heart stutter. “You made it!”

“Of course,” Y/N managed, her voice coming out softer than she intended. “I wouldn’t miss movie night with you.”

Sana pulled back, her grin turning mischievous. “Good answer. I hope you’re ready, I picked a good one.”

The teasing lilt in her voice made Y/N’s stomach flip. She could already tell “good one” was Sana-speak for “something that will have us both screaming.” But instead of admitting her trepidation, Y/N mustered a bright smile, nodding as she stepped inside.

Whatever the night held, ghosts, monsters, or jump scares galore, she’d face it. For Sana, she’d face anything.

Y/N stepped inside Sana’s apartment, and it felt like being wrapped in a warm embrace. The first thing she noticed was the light. Soft, golden hues spilling from strings of fairy lights that lined the walls. They cast a magical glow over the room, making everything feel cozier, like stepping into a little bubble of comfort that existed outside the world.

The scent of vanilla lingered in the air, subtle but unmistakable, mingling with something sweeter, maybe the chocolate Sana had laid out on the coffee table. Y/N’s eyes wandered, taking in the space that so perfectly reflected Sana’s personality. There were little quirks everywhere, small touches that only Sana could pull off. A collection of plushies neatly arranged on a shelf, their wide eyes and bright colors peeking out from between stacks of books. A potted plant wearing a tiny knitted hat sat in one corner, its leaves stretching toward the light. Photos were scattered throughout the room, some in frames, others pinned to a corkboard near the couch.

Y/N’s lips curved into a soft smile as she stepped further in. The couch caught her attention next. It wasn’t just a couch, it was a masterpiece of coziness. An array of throw pillows in mismatched colors and patterns were scattered across it, accompanied by a thick, knitted blanket draped casually over the back. Above it, Sana had strung lightweight fabric in soft whites and pastels to create a canopy effect, weaving more fairy lights into the folds. The result was magical, almost ethereal, as though she’d transformed the living room into their own little movie-watching haven.

“Wow,” Y/N breathed, her voice tinged with awe. “You really went all out.”

“Of course,” Sana said, beaming as she shut the door behind Y/N. “Movie nights deserve maximum effort.”

Y/N turned to face her and felt her heart skip. Sana was dressed casually, an oversized hoodie and fuzzy socks, but she somehow looked effortlessly adorable, like the living embodiment of comfort itself. Her glossy hair was tied back in a loose ponytail, a few stray strands framing her face in a way that seemed perfectly imperfect.

“It’s amazing,” Y/N said, genuinely. “The blanket fort, the snacks, the lights... you didn’t miss a single detail.”

Sana’s grin turned a little smug. “I told you, I take movie nights seriously. Now you have no excuse to be anything less than completely comfortable.”

Y/N chuckled softly, feeling the tension in her shoulders ease a little. Being in Sana’s presence always had a way of calming her, even when her nerves were tied up in knots.

Sana’s gaze drifted over Y/N, and for a moment, Y/N felt like her sweater had become ten times more noticeable. “You look cute, by the way,” Sana said, her tone casual, but her eyes holding a teasing glint.

Y/N’s cheeks warmed instantly. “Oh, this? It’s just—” she waved her hand awkwardly, “something I threw on.”

“Sure it is,” Sana said, her grin widening. “Totally effortless, huh?”

Y/N tried to roll her eyes but ended up laughing instead, feeling both flustered and secretly pleased. Sana had a way of saying things so casually, yet they always left Y/N feeling like she was glowing from the inside out.

She seized the opportunity to change the subject before her blush became permanent, gesturing toward the coffee table. “You really went all out with the snacks. Popcorn, chocolate, and... is that sparkling lemonade?”

“Only the best,” Sana said, grabbing one of the glasses and holding it out to Y/N. Their fingers brushed as Y/N took it, and the brief contact sent a tiny jolt through her, her heart thumping just a little faster.

“You’re trying to spoil me,” Y/N teased, taking a sip of the drink.

“Obviously,” Sana replied, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. “You deserve it.”

The sincerity in Sana’s voice caught Y/N off guard. She glanced away, hiding the soft smile that threatened to bloom across her face.

Sana plopped down on the couch, patting the space beside her. “Okay, enough chit-chat. It’s time for the main event. Movie time!”

Y/N joined her, sinking into the cushions that seemed to envelop her in warmth. The blanket Sana pulled over them was impossibly soft, and when their knees brushed underneath it, Y/N felt her breath hitch slightly. Sana didn’t seem to notice, already scrolling through the streaming menu with a look of determination.

“Let’s see,” Sana mused, her thumb gliding across the remote. “There are so many good options, but I’ve been dying to watch this one.”

The screen lit up with the poster of a horror movie. A shadowy figure loomed in a dimly lit hallway, the title scrawled in jagged, blood-red letters. The tagline beneath it read ominously “You can’t escape the darkness.”

Y/N’s stomach sank. Her gaze flicked from the screen to Sana, whose excitement was practically radiating off her.

“Horror?” Y/N asked, forcing her voice to stay light.

“Of course!” Sana said, her eyes gleaming. “It’s supposed to be super creepy, lots of suspense, tons of jump scares, the works.” She turned to Y/N, her grin almost mischievous. “You’re okay with horror, right?”

For a moment, Y/N hesitated. She could feel the weight of the question, the unspoken challenge in Sana’s tone. She wanted to suggest something lighter, maybe a rom-com or a feel good animated film, but one look at Sana’s eager expression made her decision.

“Yeah, totally,” Y/N said, her voice steadier than she felt. “Bring it on.”

Sana’s face lit up with delight. “I knew I could count on you to be brave!”

Y/N managed a weak laugh, gripping the edge of the blanket as Sana hit play. The room dimmed further as the opening credits began to roll, the eerie music immediately setting the tone.

“This is fine,” Y/N whispered to herself, trying to ignore the growing knot in her stomach. She stole a glance at Sana, who was already focused on the screen, her face bathed in the flickering light.

And despite her nerves, Y/N couldn’t help but smile. As scary as the movie might be, sitting here beside Sana made it all feel worth it.

Sana hit the play button, and the screen flickered to life with the film’s logo. Dark, jagged letters etched across a blood-red background. An ominous hum filled the room, setting the tone before a single frame of the movie had played. Y/N shifted slightly under the blanket, feeling its soft weight draped over her lap. Her hands clutched the edges tightly, her fingers curling into the fabric for a sense of security she desperately needed.

Beside her, Sana was the picture of ease or so it seemed at first glance. She tossed a few pieces of popcorn into her mouth, her legs stretched out under the blanket as if they weren’t about to endure two hours of psychological torment.

“You know,” Sana began, her voice light and teasing, “I’m really impressed. Not many people can handle horror movies as well as I can. I figured you’d be more of a rom-com kind of person.”

Y/N forced a laugh, trying to match Sana’s easy confidence. “Oh, no, I love horror,” she said, her voice just a touch too enthusiastic. “The suspense, the adrenaline, it’s, uh, thrilling.”

Sana turned to her, eyebrows raised in playful disbelief. “Really? Thrilling?”

Y/N nodded quickly, doubling down on her bluff. “Totally.”

A sly smile crept across Sana’s face. “Well, then you’re in for a treat. This one’s supposed to be extra terrifying.”

Y/N swallowed hard, her resolve wavering. She gave Sana a tight-lipped smile, hoping it passed as fearless. But as the opening scene began, a picturesque suburban house bathed in warm sunlight, she felt her nerves begin to coil tighter.

The calm, domestic setting on the screen was too perfect, too serene. Y/N had seen enough trailers to know that the more idyllic the opening, the more horrifying the fall. The characters went about their mundane lives, talking about work and dinner plans, but the subtle shift in the soundtrack—an almost imperceptible hum beneath the cheerful dialogue—hinted at the chaos waiting just around the corner.

“See?” Y/N whispered, trying to sound casual. “Not so bad.”

Sana giggled softly, her eyes never leaving the screen. “Give it a minute.”

The minute didn’t last long. A loud bang shattered the quiet, the sound of a door slamming shut with no apparent cause. Y/N’s body jolted, her reaction so instinctive that she accidentally tightened her grip on the blanket.

Sana turned her head, an amused glint in her eyes. “Jumping already?”

“I’m fine,” Y/N said quickly, forcing a laugh that sounded unconvincing even to her own ears.

Sana smirked, leaning back against the couch with a confidence Y/N couldn’t help but envy. “Uh-huh. Sure you are.”

The movie pressed on, the once-peaceful house now shrouded in unease. Shadows began to stretch longer, doors creaked open on their own, and the camera lingered on dark corners just long enough to make Y/N’s heart race. The characters, oblivious to the warning signs, wandered deeper into danger, their flashlights cutting through darkness that seemed too thick, too alive.

Y/N tried to focus on anything but the screen. She grabbed a handful of popcorn, pretending to be engrossed in the snack rather than the growing dread building in the pit of her stomach. But every time the music swelled, every time the screen darkened, she couldn’t stop herself from bracing for the inevitable.

When the first jump scare came, a figure darting across the background with an accompanying shriek, Y/N’s body betrayed her, flinching so hard she almost spilled the popcorn in her lap.

Beside her, Sana jumped too, letting out a startled squeak before covering her mouth with her hand. She tried to stifle a nervous giggle but failed miserably, her laughter spilling out into the room.

“Okay, that one got me,” Sana admitted, still laughing as she shook her head.

Y/N joined in, though her laughter was more strained. “Yeah, same,” she said, her voice tight. “Totally saw it coming, though.”

Sana raised an eyebrow, clearly not buying it. “Oh, you saw it coming, huh?”

“Absolutely,” Y/N said, hoping her overconfidence would sell the lie. “It was so obvious.”

Sana didn’t press further, but the amused look she gave Y/N spoke volumes.

As the movie progressed, the tension in the room became almost unbearable. Y/N’s grip on the blanket tightened with every scene, her fingers twisting the fabric as though it might shield her from the terrors on screen. But she wasn’t the only one cracking under the pressure.

Sana, for all her earlier bravado, was beginning to show signs of strain. She shifted in her seat every time the music hinted at a scare, her nervous energy palpable. When a character screamed, Sana jumped so hard that her knee bumped against Y/N’s under the blanket.

“Sorry,” Sana muttered, her cheeks tinged pink.

“It’s fine,” Y/N said quickly, though her heart skipped at the unexpected contact.

A particularly tense scene began, a character creeping through an abandoned attic, their flashlight flickering ominously. The silence was suffocating, broken only by the occasional creak of floorboards. Y/N’s breath caught in her throat, her pulse thundering in her ears.

Don’t do it. Don’t turn around, she pleaded silently.

The character turned.

A face appeared on screen, accompanied by a deafening scream. Y/N yelped, instinctively clutching Sana’s arm as her body jerked in fright.

Sana screamed too, her hands flying up to cover her face. For a moment, neither of them moved, their fear suspended in the air like a tangible force.

Then Sana started laughing, high-pitched, shaky laughter that broke the tension just enough for Y/N to join in.

“This is insane,” Sana said, wiping at her eyes as she tried to catch her breath. “I don’t think I can handle this.”

Y/N laughed nervously, still clutching the blanket. “Same. I mean... it’s not that bad, though. Right?”

Sana shot her a look, her expression half-amused, half-exasperated. “Not that bad? You literally just screamed louder than the characters.”

Y/N opened her mouth to protest, but before she could, another scare made them both jump again. This time, their laughter was immediate, a shared acknowledgment of how ridiculous they both were.

Their knees touched under the blanket, Sana’s foot inching closer to Y/N’s. Whether it was deliberate or not, Y/N didn’t care. The slight contact, the shared warmth, it was enough to make the terror of the movie almost bearable.

Almost.

The movie had reached a fever pitch, dragging its characters and its viewers, through a relentless series of scares. On screen, the main character crept through an abandoned house, the air thick with tension. A flashlight beam flickered against cracked walls and shattered mirrors, the only sound the creak of floorboards under careful footsteps. The soundtrack had dwindled to an almost unbearable silence, amplifying every small noise to an echo that seemed to rattle the room.

Y/N could barely breathe. Her grip on the blanket had tightened to the point where her knuckles were turning white, and her heartbeat was pounding in her ears like a drum. The anticipation was unbearable, each second feeling stretched, like time itself was holding its breath.

The flashlight illuminated the edge of a doorway, its faint glow spilling into a dark, empty room. And then it happened.

A figure burst out of the shadows with an ear-piercing shriek, face filling the screen. The sudden, blaring noise shattered the silence, and Y/N’s composure completely crumbled.

She screamed, loud, high-pitched, and utterly unrestrained. The sound was so abrupt and panicked that it startled even her. Her body jerked back instinctively, and in her panic, the bowl of popcorn in her lap tipped over, spilling its contents across the couch and floor in a messy cascade.

“AHHH—!” Sana screamed too, jumping so hard she nearly knocked her drink over. For a split second, the two of them were frozen in mutual terror, their wide eyes glued to the screen.

But as the scene faded and the tension eased, Sana let out a shaky laugh. “Oh my God, Y/N, that was—” Her words dissolved into giggles as she gestured toward the scattered popcorn. “You—you absolutely lost it!”

Y/N, still clutching the blanket, flushed bright red. “I… It caught me off guard!” she stammered, her voice tinged with embarrassment. She scrambled to gather the fallen popcorn, her hands trembling as she scooped handfuls back into the bowl.

“You think?” Sana teased, her laughter bubbling up again. “You sounded like you were being murdered.”

Y/N tried to laugh along, but her cheeks burned with humiliation. She kept her head down, focusing intently on cleaning up the mess as if it might distract from how much her hands were shaking. She could feel Sana’s gaze on her, sharp and curious, and it only made her more self-conscious.

“Y/N?” Sana’s voice was softer now, the teasing edge replaced by concern.

“I’m fine!” Y/N said quickly, forcing a smile as she sat back, the now half-empty popcorn bowl perched awkwardly on her lap. “Really. It’s nothing.”

But Sana wasn’t buying it. She tilted her head, studying Y/N with those perceptive eyes of hers, the ones that always seemed to see straight through every layer of pretense. “Are you sure?” she asked gently.

Y/N hesitated, her fingers fiddling with the edge of the blanket. For a moment, she considered doubling down on her “fearless” act, brushing it off with another nervous laugh. But the weight of Sana’s gaze, so kind and genuine, made her pause.

The truth was, she was exhausted. Exhausted from pretending she wasn’t scared, from trying to impress Sana, from hiding the way her heart had been racing since the moment the movie started. And now, with popcorn scattered around her like the aftermath of her fear, it felt impossible to keep the façade intact.

She sighed, her shoulders slumping in defeat. “Okay,” she admitted quietly. “You got me.”

Sana’s eyebrows lifted. “Got you how?”

“I’m… not exactly a fan of horror movies,” Y/N confessed, her voice barely above a whisper. “Actually, I kind of hate them. They freak me out.”

Sana blinked, clearly surprised. “Wait, what? But you said—”

“I know what I said,” Y/N interrupted, her cheeks flushing again. She avoided Sana’s gaze, staring down at the blanket pooled around her legs. “I just… I didn’t want you to think I was boring. Or lame. So I said I liked horror because I thought it’d impress you.” She let out a weak laugh, shaking her head. “I’m sorry for lying. I just… I wanted you to think I was cool.”

There was a beat of silence, and Y/N braced herself for Sana’s reaction. Maybe she’d be annoyed or disappointed. Maybe she’d think Y/N was ridiculous for going to such lengths just to impress her.

But then Sana laughed. Not a mocking laugh, but the kind of full-bodied, uncontrollable laughter that left her clutching her stomach and wiping at her eyes.

“You what?” Sana managed between giggles, her voice high-pitched with disbelief.

Y/N blinked, startled. “Why is that so funny?”

“Because!” Sana exclaimed, trying to catch her breath. “I’ve been doing the exact same thing!”

Y/N’s jaw dropped. “Wait. what?”

“I don’t like horror movies either!” Sana admitted, her laughter spilling out again. “They scare me to death! I only suggested this because I thought you liked them, and I didn’t want to seem boring.”

Y/N stared at her, completely dumbfounded. “Are you serious?”

“Completely,” Sana said, grinning.

The absurdity of the situation hit Y/N all at once, and she burst into laughter, the sound bubbling out of her uncontrollably. “So we’ve both been sitting here, scared out of our minds, trying to act brave for each other?”

“Exactly!” Sana said, her own laughter mixing with Y/N’s.

For several moments, the room was filled with the sound of their shared hilarity. The tension, the fear, the embarrassment, all of it melted away as they laughed together, the ridiculousness of their situation too perfect to ignore.

Y/N wiped at her eyes, still giggling. “I can’t believe this. Here I was, thinking you were totally fearless.”

“And here I was,” Sana countered, “thinking you were the brave one!”

They both dissolved into laughter again, leaning against each other for support.

When the giggles finally subsided, Sana turned to Y/N with a soft smile. “You know,” she said, “you didn’t have to pretend. I already think you’re pretty great.”

Y/N felt her heart flutter, her cheeks warming for an entirely different reason. “Thanks,” she said quietly, meeting Sana’s gaze. “I think you’re pretty great too.”

Sana grinned, nudging her playfully. “Even if I’m a scaredy-cat?”

“Especially if you’re a scaredy-cat,” Y/N replied, laughing.

“So, what do we do now?” Sana asked, grabbing a handful of (remaining) popcorn. “Keep watching, or call it quits?”

Y/N hesitated, then smiled. “Let’s finish it. But no more pretending to be brave. Deal?”

“Deal,” Sana said, grinning as she threw a piece of popcorn into Y/N’s lap.

As the movie continued, the room filled with the sound of their occasional screams and constant laughter. For the first time that night, the fear felt far away, eclipsed by the warmth of being together, exactly as they were.

The room was alive with shadows, flickering against the walls as the TV screen glowed ominously. On screen, the main character stumbled through a crumbling house, their flashlight casting long, jagged beams of light across grotesque shapes and dilapidated furniture. The soundtrack had dialed down to near silence, save for the faint, tension-building hum that seemed designed to set hearts racing.

Y/N’s heart was practically pounding out of her chest. The earlier bursts of laughter had given way to silence as the movie tightened its grip on them, pulling them into the unfolding terror. Her hands clung to the blanket like a lifeline, and though she tried to focus on the steady rhythm of Sana’s breathing beside her, it wasn’t enough to stop the chills that ran down her spine.

“This is bad,” Y/N whispered, her voice barely audible.

“Terrible,” Sana muttered back, her wide eyes glued to the screen.

The scene dragged on, the camera lingering on an open door at the end of a long, dark hallway. It was too quiet, too quiet, and Y/N felt her breath hitch as the main character took hesitant steps forward.

“Don’t do it,” Y/N pleaded under her breath.

“Seriously,” Sana whispered, her grip tightening on the edge of the blanket.

As if in defiance of their protests, the character pushed the door open. The camera crept inside, the flashlight’s beam sweeping across empty furniture and peeling wallpaper. And then, in the corner of the room, a shadow moved.

The scare came fast and loud. A monstrous figure lunged into the light, its face twisted into something, and the sound of its inhuman scream practically rattled the walls.

Y/N screamed too, her voice panicked as she instinctively buried her face into Sana’s shoulder. At the same time, Sana let out her own startled cry, clutching Y/N’s arm like it was the only thing tethering her to reality.

For a moment, neither of them moved. The screen had gone quiet again, the jump scare fading into the next scene, but the two of them were still frozen in place, their hearts racing.

Y/N finally lifted her head, her face burning as she realized just how tightly she’d been clinging to Sana. “I…uh, sorry,” she stammered, sitting up straighter and smoothing the blanket over her lap as if that would erase the moment.

“Don’t apologize,” Sana said quickly, though her cheeks were flushed too. “I think I just bruised your arm with how hard I grabbed it.”

They stared at each other for a beat, the tension breaking as they both burst into nervous laughter.

“This movie is insane,” Y/N said, shaking her head as she tried to catch her breath.

“No kidding,” Sana replied, her voice still a little shaky. “I feel like I’m about to have a heart attack.”

Despite their laughter, the movie wasn’t about to let them off the hook. The next scene was already ramping up, the main character now descending into a dark basement. The creak of the stairs was deafening, each step reverberating like thunder, and the flashlight flickered ominously.

“I can’t watch this,” Sana whispered, squeezing her eyes shut.

“Me neither,” Y/N muttered, though she couldn’t seem to look away.

When the inevitable scare came, a hand shooting out from the shadows to grab the main character’s ankle, they both screamed again. Y/N practically leapt into Sana’s lap, her body colliding with Sana’s as they both clung to each other in pure terror.

“Oh my God!” Sana cried, half-laughing, half-panicked as she buried her face in Y/N’s shoulder.

“Why are we still watching this?” Y/N wailed, though she couldn’t help but laugh too.

“Because quitting now would feel like admitting defeat,” Sana said, her voice muffled against Y/N’s sweater.

“Defeat?” Y/N repeated, laughing as she pulled back to look at her. “I think we already lost the second we screamed at the popcorn bowl tipping over.”

Sana snorted, nudging Y/N playfully. “Fair point.”

Their laughter grew, spilling out into the room and drowning out the tension of the movie. The once ominous shadows on the walls felt a little less oppressive, and the faint flicker of the TV seemed warmer now, softened by the sound of their shared amusement.

As the movie pressed on, the scares came in waves, each one eliciting a mix of shrieks and laughter as they huddled closer together. Every jump scare had them clutching at each other instinctively, their hands brushing under the blanket or their legs bumping together as they scrambled for comfort.

Y/N found herself leaning into Sana’s side, their shoulders pressed together as they peeked cautiously at the screen. She could feel the steady rise and fall of Sana’s breath, a calming rhythm that dulled the edge of her fear.

Sana glanced down at her, her lips curving into a small, teasing smile. “You comfortable down there?”

“Very,” Y/N replied with a grin, though her cheeks warmed slightly.

The closeness between them felt natural now, as if the night had stripped away all the awkwardness and left them with something quieter, something warmer.

The movie finally reached its climax, a chaotic flurry of screams, shadows, and flashing lights. Y/N could barely keep up with what was happening, her hands gripping Sana’s arm tightly as the main character faced off against the monstrous antagonist. Sana, meanwhile, had half her face buried in Y/N’s shoulder, peeking through her fingers like a child watching a scary cartoon.

When the final scare hit, a sudden, jarring image of the monster lunging at the screen, both Y/N and Sana screamed at the top of their lungs.

The credits began to roll, accompanied by a low, haunting melody that underscored the names scrolling across the screen. The TV cast a soft glow over the room, its flickering light making the fairy lights strung across the walls feel even warmer by contrast.

Y/N let out a long, shaky sigh, sinking deeper into the couch as the tension in her body finally began to ease. She hadn’t realized just how tightly she’d been gripping the blanket until now, her fingers uncurling from the fabric. “We made it,” she murmured, half in disbelief and half in relief.

“Barely,” Sana replied, her voice thick with exhaustion as she leaned back, draping an arm over the back of the couch. “I think I screamed more tonight than I have in my entire life.”

Y/N glanced over at her, her lips twitching into a small smile. “You mean I screamed more than you,” she teased lightly, though her voice carried no malice.

Sana shot her a playful look, a hand pressed dramatically to her chest. “Excuse me, I think we were equally loud. And let’s not forget who spilled the popcorn everywhere.”

Y/N groaned, covering her face with her hands. “Don’t remind me. I’m never living that down, am I?”

“Absolutely not,” Sana said, grinning.

Despite her embarrassment, Y/N found herself laughing, the sound soft and unrestrained. The heaviness that had hung in the air during the movie was gone now, replaced by a lightness that felt almost euphoric. It wasn’t just the relief of surviving the film, it was the shared experience, the connection forged through every jump scare and nervous giggle.

For a while, they just sat there, letting the tension melt away as the credits continued to roll. Y/N’s gaze wandered to the empty popcorn bowl on the table, the faint sparkle of their drinks still glinting under the glow of the lights. She thought back to the beginning of the night, when she’d walked into this apartment determined to impress Sana, convinced she needed to be someone fearless and bold to catch her attention.

How silly that felt now.

Sana shifted beside her, breaking the silence. “You know,” she began, her tone thoughtful, “tonight didn’t exactly go how I expected, but… I think it turned out even better.”

Y/N turned to her, curiosity flickering in her tired eyes. “What do you mean?”

“I mean,” Sana said, tilting her head slightly, “we spent the first half of the night pretending to be these fearless horror movie experts, when really, we were both terrified out of our minds. It’s kind of hilarious when you think about it.”

Y/N let out a soft laugh, nodding. “Yeah, I guess it is. I just… I thought if I didn’t go along with it, you might not want to do this again.”

Sana’s expression softened, a mixture of affection and amusement dancing in her eyes. “Y/N,” she said gently, “you could’ve told me you hated horror movies, and I still would’ve wanted to spend the night with you.”

Y/N’s cheeks flushed, and she ducked her head, smiling shyly. “I guess I just overthought it. I wanted to seem cool.”

“Well, mission accomplished,” Sana teased, nudging her lightly. “You’re very cool. Especially the part where you screamed into my shoulder.”

“Oh, come on!” Y/N groaned, her laughter bubbling up despite herself.

Sana grinned, her voice softening again. “But seriously, I’m glad we stopped pretending. This, you being real, being vulnerable, it’s so much better.”

Y/N looked up at her, her chest tightening at the sincerity in Sana’s gaze. “Thanks,” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. “I like this better too.”

Sana smiled, the kind of smile that lit up her entire face and sent warmth spreading through Y/N’s chest. “You know what’s funny?” she said, leaning back against the couch. “I spent all day trying to psych myself up for this, thinking, ‘Don’t be scared. Don’t embarrass yourself in front of Y/N.’ And then I was the one hiding my face half the time.”

Y/N raised an eyebrow, a playful glint in her eyes. “Oh, I noticed.”

Sana gasped in mock offense, covering her face with her hands. “Noooo, don’t call me out like that!”

They both dissolved into laughter again, the sound filling the room and chasing away the lingering echoes of the movie’s haunting soundtrack.

As the credits finally came to an end, Sana reached for the remote, shutting off the TV. The room was quiet now, bathed in the soft, golden glow of the fairy lights.

“So,” Sana said, stretching her legs out and turning to Y/N, “next time, we’re watching something happy. A comedy. Something with absolutely no ghosts or creepy basements.”

“Agreed,” Y/N said immediately, her tone firm. “My heart can’t take another night like this.”

Sana laughed, leaning her head against Y/N’s shoulder. “You say that, but you’ll be back. You can’t resist movie night with me.”

Y/N smiled, resting her head lightly against Sana’s. “You’re probably right,” she admitted.

For a while, they just sat there, the quiet hum of the room wrapping around them like a blanket. Sana grabbed the remote again, scrolling through the streaming service until colorful thumbnails of lighthearted movies filled the screen.

“Let’s at least pick something for next time,” she said, her voice soft but teasing. “Something to look forward to.”

Y/N nodded, her eyes growing heavier as the comfort of the moment settled over her. She wasn’t sure if it was the exhaustion from the night or the warmth of Sana’s presence, but she felt herself relaxing completely, her body leaning into Sana’s side.

Sana glanced down at her, her voice dropping to a whisper. “Hey, you okay?”

Y/N nodded, her voice barely audible. “Yeah,” she murmured. “I’m good. Really good.”

Sana smiled, her head resting lightly against Y/N’s. “Me too,” she said softly.

The night stretched on, the TV played softly in the background, though neither of them paid much attention. They stayed like that, their fears forgotten and their hearts a little fuller, knowing that whatever movie came next, they’d be facing it together.

[hufflepuffwriter1995]

 Finding The Pack 

 Pairing: Plus Size!Named Reader x BTS  

Pack Status: Pack Alpha Namjoon. Alphas: Jin, Yoongi, Namjoon, Hoseok, Jimin, Taehyung and Jungkook. Omega: Lilith (Reader) 

Warnings: Brief Mentions of Omega Abuse (not by BTS), Mentions of Kidnapping, and Eventual Smut. 

Themes: Omegaverse, Fantasy, Supernatural, Reverse Harem, 

Ratings: 18+  

Summary:  On the night before she is set to marry the abusive Dorian Redfern, Lilith takes matters into her own hands and escapes. While life without a pack is dangerous, she knows she’s better off alone. At least, that is until she meets seven males, who quickly show her not only her worth but how beautiful life can be. She can only hope now that they are enough to keep her old life from catching up to her.

Chapter One

Prologue: 

  “Jin darling be careful.” Jisoo Kim laughs as she carefully pulls her three-year-old little boy away from the crib that holds her newest addition to the home-run daycare. Jin let out a whine of protest, little hands gripping the side of the crib as he freed himself, his face pressed against it. 

  “Gotta keep safe!” He cries, hazel eyes never leaving the slumbering baby. As a beta, his mother immediately knows what is happening and can’t help the grin that crosses her face. She will need to befriend the older couple that brought the pup in, if only because she will be damned if she takes away her son’s mate. Fears of him hurting the baby vanish with this newfound information and she smiles as she heads back to make lunch. Unaware that the text she sends along the way to the mother, a picture with the caption “It looks like we will be quite close” will cause the life she imagines for her son to vanish. 

  When the little girl is picked up that night, she is never returned and all of Jisoo Kim’s desperate attempts of contact go unanswered. When she finally goes to the address they had given her, she finds that oddly enough the family that just moved in moved out just as quickly. She will never be able to forget the look of pain in her youngest eyes or shake the feeling that something is very wrong. 

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  As an Alpha, Eliza Min hates being told what to do, especially by a Beta. However, when the couple arrives, begging for her help to watch their daughter, the same daughter that her youngest has been watching like a hawk from the safety of their backyard, she doesn’t decline. Even when the woman all but snarls her demand to keep any male child away from her daughter. Eliza Min finds the wording of the demand odd, especially on the insistence of it only being a male child. Odd enough she doesn’t stop Yoongi when he sits down and begins to play with the now almost one-year-old. 

  It’s because of her stubborn nature and the fact that she just does not like these people that she keeps the fact that Yoongi plays daily with the daughter for a year and a half. The truth only being discovered when the precious little thing that is that baby girl tells her father with so much excitement that she just can't wait to play with her boyfriend Yoongi. 

  The odd couple move in the middle of the night, leaving Eliza furious and her son heartbroken, demanding to know why they would take his little flower away from him. Eliza attempts to get the law involved but really, there isn’t a law stating that parents can’t be strange. As the years go on, Eliza can’t forget about the little girl and finds herself worrying that maybe, just maybe, her wolf is right and the strange marks were never just accidents. 

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    Sana Jung meets the family at a park. Her children, Hoseok and his twin Ryoko, are playing happily in the sandbox when a shy little girl approaches and asks to play. At once, Hoseok, her little Alpha in training, agrees and hands her most of his snack as they play. Insisting that she eat. Sana watches the three with a proud, motherly smile, a smile that turns sour at the look of fury on the other woman’s face as she drags her screaming child away. Her hissed words ringing in Sana’s ears. “Didn’t we tell you to stay away from boys?” 

  That night over dinner, she tells her Alpha’s everything, begging for them to do something. For the next three weeks her alpha’s look for the strange family. Finally coming back with the news Sana didn’t want to hear. They moved and no, they didn’t leave a new address. They don’t stop looking though, if only because of the way Hoseok had responded to the little girl's cries of distress, his first true snarl rumbling through his chest in a way that told Sana all she needed to know. Her son’s luna had just been ripped away and she would be damned if she allows that to continue. 

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   Crystal Kim was a true alpha, a pack leader among alphas. She was a force to be messed with. This is why, when the new couple across the street had a little girl who looked exactly as her friend Sana had described, she marched over there and introduced herself. As a couple of betas, neither could close the door on her, the wolves reacting to her despite not being a member of her pack. They couldn’t stop her from kneeling and speaking softly to their daughter, nor could they stop her from letting the little girl go and play with her Namjoon. She could tell both hated it, especially when Namjoon began presenting the same signs, the same protective displays an alpha has over their mate.  

  It didn’t come as a surprise to find that they had once again fled in the middle of the night. But it gave her all the information she needed to know. Something was up with the seemingly kind older couple and she would be damned if she didn’t figure out what was going on. 

  ~~~~~~ 

   SangHee Jeon had been watching her neighbour's children, Taehung and Jimin, along with her own little Jungkook when she met the couple. They were exhausted and cranky and left the girl on her doorstep with a list of very strict instructions. She had done her best to keep the little girl away from the three boys, but it was hard. The three boys did not want to be kept away from the girl and took it upon themselves to plot ways to go around her. She spent the better of her afternoon trying to explain to the three boys that it was not her insisting they kept away from the girl, but her parents and begged them to just listen. They would agree, for all of twenty minutes before she made some sound that had them gathered together in the corner whispering as they plotted a new way to get to her. 

  In the end, Sanghee had carefully asked if maybe next time they just allow the children to play together, only to be met with a snarled curse of “Fuck off” and “She’s a little slut, it's for their own good, not her’s.” She had bristled at the words and decided that the next time they showed up, she wouldn’t allow them to take the girl back. Only they never did come back and Sanghee was left with the itch that maybe she never should have allowed them to take her after that night. 

~~~~~~~~~~ 

  When Lilith turned sixteen she was hit with an ache in her soul. An ache that left her feeling empty, as if something was missing. She didn’t know what and didn’t dare try and broach the subject with her parents. They hated, HATED when she asked questions. Even something as simple as “What is for dinner” was met with a hard slap across the face and a cold reminder to not ask questions. 

  She spent most of her time since her sixteenth birthday locked away in the basement, kept hidden from everyone outside of her pack or rather her parent's pack. Their Alpha, a cold man named Carter, had told her that he knew the truth and wouldn’t accept a whore into his pack. So any hope she had of finding freedom was torn away by his cold words. Still, sometimes, in the dead of night, she remembered the comforting touch of a memory, of a boy she couldn’t quite remember and the gentle hands that had made her feel safe. 

   She had no idea that on her twentieth-ninth birthday, everything would change.

[momotorin]

you cling to your papers and pens (wait until you like me again)

sana x fem!reader — angst, fluff | cw: mention of cigs, weed

it's been a rough, gruesome six months. you've locked yourself away from everyone else, only focused on your work to keep your expenses in the living range, barely eating with the empty bottles of jack daniel’s and soju lying around the dinner table properly like it's your personal bar.

“holy shit,” your friend, nayeon laughs as she sees your wrecked state. “you look like shit,” she says as she walks in, removing her white leather shoes and tucks them away neatly at the step beside the doorway. “your house looks like shit,” she sighs, taking the bottles of alcohol away from your table to your kitchen top. “everything’s shit.”

“don't need to point out the obvious,” you sighed and followed, also cleaning your mess one by one. “i just want my life back, you know?”

she just laughs as she helps you wipe down the mess on your table, “no, you want sana back.”

“well,” you sighed deeply at the memory of what you once, well, whom you still love. “i don't know. she can't leave me like this when i didn't expect that this would happen.”

nayeon was one of the people whom you ranted and cried to the moment sana went m.i.a on you. honestly, you didn't even know the reason why she did. the days before that event of her leaving, you two were happy; you cooked breakfast together, you kissed every time you wanted to, you made love in every corner, you two talked about the most random shit in the world, you rode bikes beside the river, you went on dates, rarely fought, and solved everything by communicating— like in a deep, boundless honeymoon phase.

with sana, you thought that it was never-ending. unconditional. something you could never find everywhere, even if you tried to scurry the ends of the earth for a similar feeling.

but then, on one winter night, just a few days before her birthday, she disappeared like white smoke as cold as your breaths when you cried and screamed her name in the streets of seoul.

up until now, you call her number, text her number, go to the firm she works at (well, it's unavoidable, your workplace was across the street.), text her friends (which, were also your friends and had no clue that sana also left.) hoping for a little update from her, and why she left you.

after hours of cleaning, you finally found yourself satisfied with the step of making (at least) your house a little cleaner. now, everything's clear to you; how sana left you with an empty home— an empty dinner table, an empty bed, an empty sofa, an empty heart. you went into tears remembering almost everything like it all washed, crashed, and flashed in front of you.

she left you with ghosts that you didn't know how to manage, and you're the only one left to deal with it.

does it haunt her the way it does to you? you cursed that she’d be so haunted by it and come running back.

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on the other side of the world, there's 8 empty bottles of wine on a kitchen top, a woman holding a glass as she wakes up from her ‘nap’ that lasted 8 hours on her couch.

new york. there was sana in the middle of a seemingly concrete jungle, the buildings looming into her as she walks, bigger than anything else she's seen before.

but, this was her escape. she didn't even know what she would escape from.

she confided in the wine glasses, pouring both cheap and expensive wine in one night, crying and lulling herself with your voice in her messages to sleep. it didn't help that it was cold, and your embrace was the only thing that she can ever confide in. it was awful too, how the memory of you talking about new york haunts her, how she imagines you in every street, in every store, in every corner of it and how much you'd enjoy it both.

she doesn't know why she needs time if she chooses to hurt. she's so afraid of the fact that she'll break you, that she can never give what you want.

she found a small, blue velvet box in your cabinet as she wanted to steal one of your hoodies (which happens more often than not) which sent chills to her spine. you wanted to marry her.

at first, she didn't really mind as maybe you'll give it another time, or maybe it's a different ring. but you've been hinting about it ever so slightly since, and that just kept her away. she didn't even know why she was so afraid of telling you just that.

but sana's smart enough to catch on, hearing you on a call with your friend at 3am, talking about the ring, and how you'd give it to her on her birthday, basically like a double thing where you'd propose and surprise her.

on the 28th, she decided, taking one of your hoodies with her as her pairs of shoes, clothes, things, and she herself, leaves your shared home.

she sighs, putting the wineglass to a safer place, her coffee table. it doesn't help that the layout of her flat was so similar to your shared home, and she sometimes just wakes up with tears in her eyes, knowing that she had dreamt about you.

she doesn't know. what she knows is that your hurting at the same time she was hurting.

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“we're going to relocate you to new york for this project,” your boss says as he slides you a thick pile of manila folders, supposedly from the new client. “they liked your portfolio.”

“okay,” you leaned back at the cushioned chair. “what are the conditions?”

“what they've said is that you’ll be on the project for the whole duration,” your boss sighs against his own chair. “and then they’ll put you on their team of other architects in new york. they have a similar style than yours, but they'd make you the head.”

“when will i meet them?” i asked. “i mean, before i fly, there's an initial meeting, right?”

“it’s gonna be on friday,” your boss says. “read the profiles on those so that you could get a rough draft of what they want from you.”

“and surprisingly, they wanted me,” you laughed over the phone at just how ridiculous it was. you haven't had any big projects since six months ago, which was your break-up. you refused to accept, but then, this one's different. “plus, it's a two year contract. they want me there until the building stands upright.”

your friend, momo, laughs in absolute delight. “great. you'd meet me often then,” she joked, but then, you don't see why not. “and, i assure you that i've got the stuff, you know? girls, booze, and even the devil's grass— i have them.”

“god, can you calm down for a second, i'm not even there yet,” you joked back. “wait, isn't weed illegal in new york?”

“yeah, it is,” momo chuckles. “well, you've got to get your ass to other states too to live a little. that's why it's called the united states of america, not united state of new york.”

“i can't believe you can't even stay still,” you sighed over the phone. it was a classic, momo was an adventurer all on her own, so you couldn't blame her. “anyways, meet me at the airport, okay?”

“yes, sure,” she sighs over the phone too. you could just feel the eye roll from thousands of miles away. “you better get me what i've said to you.”

“of course,” you affirmed. it was a list of her favourite snacks and some other asian kitchen staples, since she does cook often. “half of my luggage is like your stuff. don't even complain if the jjapaggeti noodles are broken.”

“yeah, whatever,” momo chuckles over the phone. “just bring yourself here in one piece. you already have a place?”

“yup,” you breathe, remembering how much you were looking forward to that house. it was supposed to be your home after you've proposed to sana. “i, um, kept it for a while.”

“alright,” momo replied. “i gotta go.”

you then smiled, “okay, see you.”

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momo fetches you from the airport with a silly little sign that read: “WELCOME TO NEW YORK Y/N!” then, she happily shows you around the new york city like a tourist before going home.

“is this it?” momo asks, looking up through her window to see if she was in the right apartment complex.

you nodded and said, “yes, this is it.” you smiled as you got off the car, helping momo unload the luggage. you took out a big bag and a small plastic bag out of your luggage, and gave it to momo who was already smiling with joy. “snacks.”

“you're my bestest friend ever.” she says, quite sarcastically as she loads the stuff back to the backseats of her sedan. “you really sure that you can't spend the night out?”

“i need to deal with the jetlag first,” you explained as you closed your luggage. “plus, i have a meeting tomorrow. i need to deal with that first.”

“okay,” momo smiles and hugs you. “just give me a call whenever you need someone, okay?”

“yes, yes,” you smiled and hugged her back. “you go home now.”

“yup,” she says, going back to the driver's seat. “good night, y/n!”

you smiled and waved at her until she disappeared from the street, as now you're left with your heavy luggage and your stuffed backpack. you get your keycard from your wallet and slowly went up the stairs, having a breath of relief seeing the entrance to go up the complex.

it had an elevator, luckily, it was working, and you pushed the button to the 4th floor. your door was to the left, a huge studio unit facing the street. although it isn't that busy, you really liked it as there were trees, and it was downtown.

god, you wished that sana could live in this beauty with you. the apartment, by your design, had taken inspiration from the 60s, mid century modern at it's very best. you turn on the lights to see the furniture still covered with what you left it.

you quickly remove it to take a seat on the sofa. you couldn't believe just how much it feels this big. it was like someone was meant to be beside you, but now you're left all by yourself.

the big windows show just what's outside. another complex, another window, weirdly, your neighbor's windows were open. you didn't have your glasses on, so you didn't really mind, but there was a woman who held a glass of wine, her hair tied into a bun as she read a book. it was a quiet life, and you were sure of it.

you take out something from your backpack, a little journal for your sketches. you draw the lines of your window, and draw the woman just across you. you don't know her, but you smile at the sight of her just turning pages and drinking her wine. you finished your sketch, smiling, and you passed out on the same sofa.

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sana, after a while of drinking wine and reading, takes a look across the road. it's the first time she sees the lights open from the neighbor's window, and she sees just how big the windows were compared to hers. must've been great to live there as she sees the furniture. it looks like a damn museum in soho.

she doesn't miss the sight of a person, still wrapped up in their most uncomfortable clothes, a brown, long trench coat, dress pants, and a dress shirt; passed out on the sofa. that's how she remembers you sleeping when you've had a bad, excruciating day from your work, and she chuckles at it. she must've been so drunk to think that it was you, so she gets her eyeglasses.

“fuck.” she cursed. she rubs her eyes in disbelief, maybe she's going crazy that now you haunt her. “fuck, this can't be.” she slaps herself, trying to make sense of it all as she hurriedly closes her windows shut.

she knows you've had a couple of apartment complexes in new york way before she ghosted you. she knows that you own several here— one in the upper west, one in soho, and this one, all of it being rented. she was going crazy and filled her wineglass again, trying to relieve her veins.

she couldn't sleep that night without trying to look at the other side. seeing you sleep like that, so uncomfortable and busy. her heart aches as she still knows just how much your forehead creases like that, at just how much she knows your heart sleeps heavy too. she wants to hold you like she always does, and wants you to let it all out on her.

sana cries herself to sleep that night.

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you wake up to the bright sunlight seeping into the corners of your home. you even forgot to take out the lights before you slept so uncomfortably on the sofa. you looked at your watch, seeing that it was already 9 AM, just an hour before your meeting, so you hurriedly stood up, cursing as you pulled down the blinds of the window to have some privacy before you left. you didn't miss how the woman across you had shut her windows down even if she was letting it all open at night. weird.

you then chuckled at the thought and got rid of your other clothes to take a bath and hurriedly made yourself presentable for the meeting.

you just thanked god for the subway system, and how fast you can run. you arrived at the meeting room 10 AM, on the dot, and you immediately took out your laptop to present.

it went well, and now you're reassigned into a team on the 14th floor, working on the same project as you. it's a two year contract with them, so you made a promise to yourself that you'll not slack off about it. well, it's just that you can't. it's a big project and you need to design both interior and exterior.

the same night, since it was a weekend, you decided to get a couple of drinks from the deli just right at the corner of your street. you were already dressed comfortably, and you're now looking at the selection of alcohol in the back of the deli. you can't deny that you've been drinking more now than ever, even when you were partying. you sigh as you get two bottles of smirnoff mule, a staple since you've been spending time here and not finding cheaper-than-water soju.

you went to the cashier and saw a woman getting in, hair falling down to her shoulders, wearing a comfortable pair of slides, with a pair of black rimmed round glasses and one of your favorite hoodies. wait. what?

you look at her again, her back facing you. that mclaren formula one hoodie. it was plain in the front, just having the team’s logo, and it had a huge print of the car at the back. it was a gift from her since she knows just how much you like formula one.

“that'll be $5.28.” the cashier reminds you. “anything else?”

“a pack of marlboro reds too, please.” you smiled, and you heard the woman, whom you think was sana, clear her throat. she knows you've been trying to come clean, and since the four years you've been together, you haven't touched any type of cigarette. she can't bear the feeling that pangs in her chest, knowing that you'll relapse because of her.

“that'll be $22.28.” the cashier says. damn, that expensive? you thought in your head. it was just a fake buy, yeah, you'd put it, but you'll leave it rotting. you become sick at the smell of tobacco in your system.

“have a great night!” you greet as you went outside the deli, waiting for the woman to come out. you don't plan to confront her, but you do plan to get something out of her. you don't care if she'll nag at you, or hit you, or ignore you. you just want her to know you're here and you've found her.

you put a stick of cigarette between your lips, and you pull out your lighter (you keep it as a fidget toy, and you recently put some fluid on it.) you spark it as you saw, at the corner of your eye, sana leaving the deli to go to your street too.

you took a sickly puff out as she passes by, and she coughs loudly.

“what? have a problem with it?” you confronted her. “it’s not like it's your first time seeing me like this, minatozaki.”

you quickly disposed of the cigarette. you hated it already, and it was no use. she stopped in her tracks, hearing her last name come out of your mouth.

“just stop running away.” you chuckled to yourself. “you already know i can never get mad at you.”

“i live at number 14, 4th floor, number 229, the door's always open.” you shouted as she continues walking. you didn't care if you just exposed your room number, or your literal address to everyone. not that they’d care. what's important is that sana does. “i want my hoodie back!”

“well fuck you!” she shouts back, and from that, you can see her tears run from her face. “it's mine now!”

she runs to her apartment, and you observed, it was the one just across yours. you waited until you knew which floor she was on. you knew it the moment the second unit of the third floor opened their lights, and it was the one directly in your direction. you laugh at the realization that she was the woman whom you were drawing the first night you were here.

“god, i can't believe she's still this stubborn.” you say to yourself as you keep smiling your way to your apartment. thank god you have a hundred papers for creating your blueprints, and you lay one out on your drawing table to write ‘give me my hoodie back!’ in big letters, enough for sana to see the next morning when she opens her windows.

days passed. you haven't been opening your window since she still isn't giving you back your hoodie.

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“damn, it's dark in here,” momo laughs as she puts down her chinese takeout, seeing your apartment this dim in the afternoon. the only one with a light was your work table, which had most of your blueprints. “i know you hate overhead lighting but don't fuck your eyes up more.”

“yes, i know,” you sigh as you open the lights. “i'm just trying to cut down on the costs.”

“you own the damn building,” momo scoffed as she opened her box. “plus, you have more money than you think.”

“please don't get me to try weed again.” you joked as you also took a box, opening it to smell the most scrumptious chow fan you've ever smelled. “this is enough.”

“yeah, it's great, probably the greatest one around here,” momo smiles as she takes another bite of her food. “sana lives just right across from you then?”

you just nodded as you went to get some water from your fridge. “she just said fuck you.”

“i mean, she would,” momo joked. “but like, that's kinda asshole-y of her to just ignore you.”

“she ghosted me, of course she would ignore me,” you laughed. “no one gets friendly with people they've ghosted.”

“why didn't you like, pull her to you?” momo asked. “you know. like ones in dramas?”

“nothing would ever come out of it either.” you sighed. “plus, i didn't have the guts too. maybe i was so upset that i really just wanted my hoodie back. don't even try to sound me out. i know that you'll say you kissed mina the moment you reconcile. but she didn't ghost you!”

“okay, yes, that's right, but still.” momo holds you by the shoulders to calm you down. “get your girl back.”

“i can't,” you laughed. “i'm so busy that i didn't even remember that i got dumped. honestly, at how busy i am, i might even forget that she lives just right across from me. i haven't called her number, i haven't texted her for days. the last text i sent her was i told her that my detergent was still the same.”

“why the hell would she want to know that?” momo laughs.

“dunno,” you pouted. “she has my hoodie, might as well make it smell like me.”

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“i fucking hate that she hasn't even changed one bit,” sana sobs as she confides in her friend's side. “it’s so annoying.”

sana remembers the way you screamed. the way you faked buying cigarettes and taking one stick that you immediately threw as she turned her back against you. the way you called her last name. the way your voice cracked in pain. the way you drew your note with a silly character. it annoys her that you keep on staying on her mind. she was supposed to forget you.

“i'm,” she sobs more, nursing a bottle of some alcohol she got offered with. “so annoyed that i still want her.”

“then get her back,” mina laughs as she hugs sana. “honestly, she'd understand it. like she always would.”

“i don't wanna hurt her anymore,” sana sobs as she takes another sip. “i never deserved her.”

“she pursued you back then,” mina remembered, rubbing her hand across sana's arm to calm her down. “what makes you think that you don't deserve her when she literally wanted you?”

“i just can't.”

“do you still want her?” mina asked.

“yes,” sana chuckles through her tears. “a little too much.”

“then pursue her,” mina whispered. “try to win her back.”

──⋆⋅🗽⋅⋆──

sana kept that in mind. that night, she wanted to go home by herself, and mina let her do so, even if she was too concerned. sana got too annoying and mina just dropped her off by the subway instead.

sana stops by the corner deli to try and see you.

you were at the deli to grab a little snack, and you opened the door to go outside but you almost hit someone, “shit, look where you're going!” your stuff fell to the ground and you heard the person chuckle.

“sorry,” you looked up at the person. “i shouldn't have.”

you realized it was sana. she wasn't standing upright, her outfit looked like it was chilly, and her eyes were almost closing. “sana,” you held her by the waist, trying to get her upright. you pull her close to you as she pulls you by the waist too, her head leaning to your neck. “goddamnit.”

“don't say that,” sana laughs against your skin. “but i get it though.” she slurred her speech. it was probably the copious amount of alcohol she consumed.

“i swear if you ever vomit on me i won’t meet you again.” you've seen it all. she vomited on you the first night you went out and she was too drunk. “i'm serious.”

“i know,” she whined as she hugged you again. “just take me home. i don't do that anymore, baby.”

“stop,” you tried to unclasp her from you, but her hold on you was tight. “i can't walk properly.”

“you do,” she looks down and sees that your steps were completely fine. how the hell is she still this conscious? “please.”

“we're gonna trip.” you chuckled. “get off of me first.”

she did get off of you, but she continued pouting, and you see her tears pooling around her lower eyelids.

“okay,” you took off your jacket and let her wear it, then you carried her with your arms, which took her by surprise and she immediately wrapped her arms around your neck. “don’t think that i'm still head over heels for you,” you warned. “i'm doing this because your feet are fucking swollen.” you were right. she was wearing those heels with such a steep form, and it was inches away from the ground too. you're surprised that she haven't even removed it yet.

she just nods, and her tears fall down. she can't believe that you're not mad. that you're not fuming. that you haven't even refused her yet. you don't hate her.

you take her to her apartment, lay her down on the couch, and you search for a glass to pour some water in. “here,” you handed it to her. “sober up.”

“thanks.” she smiles and wipes her tears.

“don't even,” you said. it hurts her to hear that you're almost monotonous. “where's my hoodie?”

“i’ll return it to you,” sana says as she rests her head on the couch, surrendering her whole drunk body in it. “it's in the wash basket. don't even bother to find it. i promise.”

it was an excuse for you to get her a blanket, which you got from her bed. you saw that her eyes were already closed, and you're even more surprised that she's actually already sleeping. you laid the blanket on her legs, and she pulled it up to consume her whole body with it.

you don't know why, but you watched her sleep. you watched if her eyes also tear up, or if she mumbles your name. you heard it and sana full on sobs, you saw at just how much her hand tightens around the edge of the blanket, how her breath heaved as she mumbled your name.

you don't understand. why does she seem more hurt than you? you're the one she left, and not the other way around. did that drunk curse work that well for her to miss you this much?

you find yourself crying. you just can't bear it so you left, but you didn't miss to tuck her hair behind her ear, and you didn't miss to wipe her tears by the tip of your thumb. you just couldn't bear seeing her this hurt.

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sana grunts as she sits up from the couch, feeling her head throbbing against her skull. she was warm, having the jacket on and a blanket. she saw that she had water and hangover pills just on the table where her night lamp was placed. well, fuck.

she looks at her phone hurriedly, wanting to see if she got a new message or a new call from you. she opened her windows and saw a new note saying: drink your meds!

she forgot for a moment that you were there with her last night, that's why she has your black puffer jacket, and that there's a note on the table too. it was your number, and you wrote: “whenever you're ready.”

she just couldn't believe how calm you were. she just can't bring herself to admit that you don't hate her.

her eyes run a tear once more. she doesn't even know why she's this hurt. she chose to leave, didn't she?

──⋆⋅🗽⋅⋆──

sana conquered the fear of texting you first. but after telling that the number she texted with is her active number, you just left her on read.

her day passes by like that, looking at her phone every once in 30 minutes, staring at her phone the whole lunch break, and her heart races everytime she gets a notification, hoping that it was from you.

honestly, she doesn't know what she'd say to you. maybe you were busy, or maybe you just chose to ignore her to pay back what she did. (which, honestly, isn't that bad.)

she pouts, staring at the text. still on read.

sana: are you free this weekend?

she asks. in over a record time, you read it and you reply.

y/n: yeah, why?

sana: i was wishing if we could talk over dinner and hopefully i could give your jacket and hoodie back.

y/n: don't bother to return the hoodie.

sana: why?

y/n: i changed my mind. plus, you technically bought it and you just handed it to me as a gift, right?

sana: yes, but what about your jacket?

y/n: i have three of those. that one's already wearing off and it has holes anyways.

you were honest. you do have three of it in similar styles, sana knows of it, doesn't know why, and you don't even know why.

sana: but what about dinner?

y/n: i can cook 🙂

sana pouts, but she knows you're playing with her to get something out.

sana: please. let me treat you out.

y/n: you don't need to. why?

sana: yes, i don't need to, but i want to.

y/n: then?

sana: i’d talk with you.

y/n: aren't we technically talking now?

sana: look, i just want to spend time with you.

y/n: minatozaki, this is leading to nothing.

sana: please let me treat you out to dinner.

y/n: we're going in circles. why?

sana: i need you to hear me out.

y/n: okay.

sana: 6pm. pontios.

y/n: okay. anything else you need to say?

sana: your jacket doesn't have holes.

y/n: just keep it.

sana smiles. it was such a you thing to do, letting her get away with your jackets in her closet. it's the best thing that keeps her warm, wrapped around the similar woody vanilla scent of your perfume.

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the weekend comes quickly, and you were so exhausted to finish checking and doing what seems like thousands of blueprints in a span of a day. you need to clear your schedule for saturday and sunday to finally get some rest. of course, to also finally meet sana.

it's the time where you'd actually find why she left. why she made you cry. why she moved to new york.

you sighed as you put on your best outfit, and went out just before 6pm. you went to the restaurant to see her already waiting for you in a table closed off from the windows, in a more intimate area of it. you looked around and saw the interior, and you guessed that it's sana's favourite. it had the same mid-century feel to it, but it was more of a diner, and it was very bright with the presence of fluorescent light bulbs.

“did you wait long?” you asked as you looked at your watch as you sat down on the sofa right in front of her.

“not at all,” she flashes you a tight lipped smile. “i arrived a couple of minutes ago.”

“good,” you said as the waiter makes their way to your table. “should we order now?”

“yeah, go on,” she says, handing you a menu. “pick anything you like.”

you just hummed and you flipped the menu to every page. apparently, it was an all day breakfast restaurant. most of the meals only consist of either coffee, pancakes, sausages, fried chicken, bacon, and eggs.

“i’d get the chicken platter, please,” you dictated. “plus a can of coke.”

“i’d get the same.” sana closes her menu as well and hands it over to the waiter with a smile.

“so,” you sighed as you adjusted yourself, leaning back on the cushions of your seat. “what am i even here for, minatozaki?”

“do you really want me to make it quick?” she sighs.

“i thought you were ready?” you scoffed.

“i know what to say, yes,” she said. her eyebrows were already meeting in the middle of her forehead slightly. “where do you want me to start?”

“where do you want to start?” you chuckled.

sana knew you were toying with her with your little repetitive questions. “since you wanna play that way,” sana sighs. “i left because i knew you were gonna propose to me.”

your jaw immediately drops to the floor the moment you heard her, but you tried to pull it back before flies could come in.

sana smiles at your reaction. “i didn't want to reject you, so i chose to leave instead. i thought there was nothing else i could do. it was either to reject you and break your heart like that; or break your heart by leaving and ghosting you.”

“okay,” you breathed and collected your thoughts. “why didn't you tell me that?”

“i'm not a party pooper, y/n,” she joked as the food arrived at your table already. “i didn't want to ruin your surprise either.”

“so you surprised me instead,” you joked, eating a slice from your pancakes. “nice one there, minatozaki.”

she sighs under her breath. it was hard for her to process just how much she hates being called by her last name from you. it used to be so sweet. now it's just plain, boring, and hurtful— like a dull knife piercing right through her stupid little heart.

“what i was trying to say,” you said as you gulped on the cola. “is that why didn't you tell me the day before? there was plenty of time for me to blow up my surprise.”

“yes, but it's your surprise,” she sighs as she takes a bite from her chicken. “it’s foolish if i find it out first when i am the one who'll take the surprise, right?”

you smiled at her, “yes, but what made you think that i’ll look at you and love you differently if you say no?”

“because you were so sure of it.” she says, looking at you right in the eyes. “you don't want your expectations to be broken, and that's the first thing i knew about you when we met. i just couldn't let it happen.”

“i just couldn't let myself see you cry because of me.” she sighs, interlocking her hands together as a relief. you see the tears pool around her eyes as she looks down on her untouched pair of fried chicken and waffles.

“okay.” you just took a bite out of your food once more, ignoring the overwhelming feeling in your chest. “is that all of it?”

she just nodded as she sniffled.

“eat up,” you smiled, quite foolishly and teasingly. “you said you wanted to take me out to dinner, right? it ain't fair if i'm the only one actually having dinner.”

sana chuckles to herself. this was how you usually are, trying to ignore the feelings that come from everything.

“but you made me cry still,” you laughed to yourself as you spoke. “you made me drink, you made me lonely, you made me coop myself up at home when i should be celebrating my birthday, made me think so much where did i go wrong when i remembered that i kissed you to sleep. you made me question everything i did from the start, sana. and at some point, you even made me doubt you.”

you're quite surprised that you're not shedding a single tear. maybe it was the relief of getting the point across to the person that you really want to talk with, and getting the answers you wanted for such a long time.

sana realized that you're awfully kind. it hurts for her to hear that there are nights you spent drinking on your own, thinking about what you could have done to get her back.

you hand her your handkerchief, but you can't bring yourself to dry her tears just yet.

she gladly takes it, and she smiles, finally calming down from the heavy feeling. it soothes her that you never lost yourself, even if she left you clueless.

“i'm sorry, y/n.” sana sighed deeply as she wiped her tears down with the soft cotton of your hanky.

you then chuckled again, “what for? are you leaving me again?”

“no,” sana pouts. “i'm just sorry for everything that hap-”

“it's all in the past,” you smiled again. sana missed seeing that, but she felt that something was lacking. “and your food is getting cold.”

“oh, right,” sana then picks up her cutlery and gets into action. she must've been hungry too. “why are you in new york, though?”

“do you want a stupid answer or a good answer?”

“both.”

“i'm tired of finding girls in seoul,” you joked. “and my, supposed to be, our apartment was rotting so i had to stay. plus, i got a two year contract for building a 35-storey office in manhattan. although it's technically a refurbishment project, since it has so many floors it'll probably take some time.”

“oh, that's why…” she then ate away what she was about to say. she knows you were joking from your first statement, but she can't help but think about it.

“i was too busy finishing my job before i can even party, don't worry about that,” you said. “anyways, why new york though?”

“no one knows me here,” sana says as she chews on her syrup drizzled waffles. “although, i did meet an old friend, no one knows me here.”

“hm, okay,” you just nodded. “and the old friend?”

“mina.” she smiles.

“wait, sorry? mina?”

“yeah!” she says, quite amused at the situation. “i think i told you before that i had a friend that went to the states and grew up here too.”

“hm, yeah you did,” you muffled as you were still eating. “do you know her girlfriend? momo?”

“yeah,” sana nodded. “wait. you know momo?”

you just nodded. “she's a friend from college who moved here immediately after getting a good hire from a famous firm.”

“oh, so you know momo.” she laughed to herself. she just can't believe how small the world is, and she ends up always having to meet you. it just seems to her that you'll always find her.

“do you have like,” you looked at her again as you took a sip from the cola. “a job?”

“oh, yeah,” she smiles. “i work at a company and it's just in soho,” she explains. “what about you?”

“i'm in midtown manhattan,” you said. “it's quite terrifying to get lost in the subways, though.”

“you still work late?”

you just nodded, “of course. i can't avoid it.”

“hm,” sana thinks. you work late. you rarely open the windows. you work at the most exhausting part of new york. she clears her throat. “um, do you have a, like…” she hesitates. it's quite the dumb question to ask if you ghosted someone. “girlfriend or a fling?”

“honestly?” you asked in a sharp tone that gets to her ears so well it makes her heart go faster. “i would love to.” you teased. “but, i'm too busy with work, still very stuck up with this one person and that one person happens to be just in front of me.”

sana just watched you eat away the final bites from your food as you smiled to yourself. she just can't figure it out. you were straightforward back then, and it's the same case up until now.

“what if i'm not here?”

“i'm still going to be very busy though,” you said. “so my thoughts really can't escape beyond what i do for work, and you.”

sana, unbelievably so, blushed. “oh.”

“it's kinda scary and amusing, actually,” you said, reflecting on the past few days, weeks, and months. “it's like i'm just thinking of you. when i'm not thinking about how i’d do my work and evaluate my team’s work, i think about if you already had lunch, or if you got late at work, or if you had your morning coffee— you know, trivial stuff like that which i usually ask you.”

“really?” she then beams, the situation making her overly happy. “i, um,” she calms herself down and breathes deep before saying, “think of that too. if you're pissed off because you don't have the right pencil to draw with, or if you got your favorite coffee, what did you eat for breakfast, what do you wanna eat for lunch… stuff like that fills my mind all the time.”

you just nodded. you don't know what to feel about it. you don't even know what to feel about anything that's happening right now. it seems like you really needed her in front of you to explain what she did, but a part of you thinks that this isn't enough. a part of you was still doubtful of it, but a part of you wants to just engulf her in your hug, knowing just how much she hid from you.

she had every right to be scared. you just don't know how she had the heart to leave.

“when i left,” sana sits back on the couch again, sighing deeply. “i don't want you to pity me or anything, honestly i want you to be super angry at me,” she joked. “i hesitated. i didn't like imagining how you'd lose yourself, get drunk, find another girl,” she emits a weary breath. “but then, i flew here and lived by myself as i promised, ignored your calls, your texts— just to find myself still listening to your voice at night, looking at the photos of us to relive those moments that i had with you. i was so stupid.”

“you are,” you said. “but i can't be mad at you.”

“why?”

“i just can't deny the fact that i have a lot of love in my heart for you that it consumes any other feeling that i have in me,” you explained. “i’m fine with it now since you admitted to yourself. i'm sorry too if i got too ahead, sana.”

“you don't need to be.” she smiles. “you were just expecting the obvious.”

“why did you get scared of it, though?”

“i know that you'll treat me right, but there are so many doubts that i had,” she pondered. “but it's mostly on my part. i didn't like seeing myself not being able to commit to you. i hated that at some point, i’ll be the one to leave, so i left before anything worse can happen.”

“okay,” you sighed. “what do you wanna do now?”

sana softly laughs, “ah, well,” she looks down on her food again. “i honestly want to win you back.”

“i'm not a trophy, sana,” you joked. “but then, if that's what you want,” you looked at her, that feeling of spark rising within you as she let her honey brown eyes meet yours. “i’d let you do it. it's not going to be easy though.”

“i know,” sana murmured. “and i'm gonna try my very best.”

you laughed, seeing the determination that rises in her— cheeks flushed, eyes sparkly, just like how you remembered her. “good luck.”

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that night was the first time you slept well without alcohol, and sana, as you saw from across the window, slept on the couch comfortably as she watched her favorite tv show. (you bet that she finished the series already, and that she's only rewatching it.)

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the morning comes and someone comes knocking at your door, calling your full government name like you're getting arrested for tax fraud.

“yeah, wait,” you rub your eyes, trying to get all the morning dust out of the way. you opened to see sana, smiling like she was the sun. “oh, hi.”

“hello,” she sing-songed. “i just wanted to drop by,” she handed you over a bag. you wondered, one of your eyebrows lifting as you held it. “breakfast. your favorite,” she chuckled as she pats down the stray hair from your sleep. “eat well.”

“nice,” you chuckled, prying the bag open. “have you eaten already?”

“uh, yeah,” she said, nervously palming the back of her neck. “i'm about to go now, actually.”

“are you sure? this is a lot,” you smiled, seeing the big container of your favorite breakfast. “you know i don't eat that much.”

“you know what,” sana laughs. “just tell me if you wanna eat with me.”

“i have extra plates, come on,” you respond, letting her in your apartment. she was resisting at first, stepping away from the door, but then, you showed her the best puppy eyes that she'll always fall for, and she's trapped when you said, “please.”

“okay,” she smiles and comes inside your apartment, leaving her shoes by the step before going in. “looks warm here.”

“hm,” you nodded, taking out the big container out of the bag. “you really cooked, huh.” you saw that it really was your favourite breakfast, one with fried rice, eggs, and spam. it was a simple meal you always shared with her in your apartment before you went to work.

you move to pull out a chair for her, and you get the cutlery from your kitchen. “do you want coffee?”

“yeah, that'll be nice,” she smiles. she doesn't know how weird it feels how you easily go into the routine that you had when you two were still together. it was always like this, your back facing her as you were busy in the kitchen, making sure that her breakfast is great, and that she'll start her day as great as possible. “can i have it i-”

“iced, three pumps of cream, and vanilla.” you recite as you run your espresso machine. “i still don't know how you like your coffee so sweet.”

“well, thanks for remembering that,” sana laughs, glad to know that you still question the amount of sugar to coffee ratio on her drink. “how about you? still a shot of espresso, a pump of creamer, and iced?”

you nodded, funnily so. you didn't expect that you've spent that much time with sana that she knows you, down to your littlest, mundane, and absurd routines.

you smiled at her as you made way to the table, sitting across her like you usually do. for a while, you forget that sana ghosted you for months.

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to say that you were sana's love of her life was an understatement. seeing you again, like this, eating your favorite breakfast after not reaching out to you for months makes her throat and eyes burn. it's ridiculous of her to let you live alone, to let you be deprived of her love.

it continues, you two fall back into a simple routine.

sana spends the mornings with breakfast she makes at the crack of dawn and you two share, you fix yourself as sana waits, and you get unexpectedly early at your office.

during the afternoons, you have coffee that she bought in hand, something she's been weirdly doing every now and then, even dropping by to your office. during the night, she fetches you, saying that: “it's gonna be a waste of energy if you go home by the subway, we're literally living across each other.”

occasionally, and during the weekends, sana, if time permits, takes you to restaurants, bars, or parks to ease your mind. new york was huge, and you're surprised she knows it down to a t, and to it's hidden spots.

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she knows that the schedule of yours was very hectic. she dreads that more as you spend less time with her, since recently as you held the ground-breaking for the site.

“it was a mini project that they didn't tell me about,” you munched on the churros she bought you before you sat down on one of the steps facing the vast, winding hudson river. “and you know, it made me much busier than i am.”

“you need a raise,” sana laughs. “and 20 leaves.”

“they're giving me a raise,” you laugh as well, finally easing up. “so yeah, but i still became more busy.”

sana sighs as she stares off at the sight. the skyline of new york fades away as the sun starts to set, and the lights of the buildings slowly turn on.

it was a moment. it reminded you that you needed time, whether productive or not.

you just needed time.

“sana,” you then looked at her. “what do you think about coming back together?”

“what do you mean?” sana nervously laughs. she didn't expect for you to say it sooner. it's only been two months since you started reconciling.

“us,” your eyes stared at her honey brown ones like they're the only things you've ever known. “look, i just-”

“i realized that i can’t go a day without you,” you sighed in relief as you then held both of her hands, saying your truth. “i figured that i was thinking too ahead, and i didn't give you time and i ruined that for us. i'm sorry-”

sana then pulls you into a warm, loving hug, “you don't need to be. i'm the one who left, right?”

“yeah, bu-”

“i'm the one who left,” she repeats, trying to sink those words into your head. “and i think i'm not trying my best getting you back just yet.”

“but you are,” you whispered. “i just want you to call me yours again, please.”

“god,” sana lowly chuckled as she ran a hand behind your back, comforting you. “you don't know how much i've been waiting for this, my love.”

you sinked your head into her neck, trying to suppress your feelings as you heard that one phrase you've wanted to hear from her for months. “i love you.”

“i love you too,” sana then kisses your forehead gently as you close your eyes, savoring this little moment in time with her. “i hope i could prove that every day.”

“you don't need to,” you held her hand again and kissed it. “just stay by my side. it'll be enough.”

sana held your cheek with her hand, soft against the surface of it, as she brushed her thumb below your eyelid, something she always does like a little habit. “okay,” she comes closer to meet her forehead with yours, and locks your lips as you two share a longing, electrifying kiss. she smiles, lips inward as you pull away. “i waited for that, too.”

“well, that's just fair.” you then held her hand as she wrapped her arm on your shoulders, letting you lean onto her. you two stared off at the view, just admiring the warmth of the sunset before it gets cold during the night.

“and i’ll always wait,” sana whispered. “i won't get tired.”

you then smiled, now holding the hand that was on your shoulder as you stared off the river in a comforting silence. “as long as you're with me,” you then looked at her. “i won't mind taking time and waiting.”

[panda-writes-kpop]

Fluff alphabets for the remaining members of TWICE (momo, sana, Dahyun…I think that’s it, I hope I didn’t incorrectly guess LMFAO)

Momo Fluff Alphabet (Requested!)

a/n: it's good that someone else is keeping track because I have the same three (now two!) members who need fluff alphabets written for them. Hope you enjoy this! 🫶

tw: none!

♡ Masterlist ♡

Affection (How do they show their affection? What love language(s) do they use?)

Momo’s main love language is physical touch. She loves clinging onto you whenever possible, and she loves to cover you in kisses after a long day. She also shows affection through words of affirmation by making you laugh with her antics or telling you how much she loves you over and over again. 

Beauty (What do they admire about their S/O? What makes their S/O beautiful?)

Momo admires your dedication to others and willingness to try new things. You’re always there for your friends, family, and her whenever they need someone near and dear to them. She loves that you will try her hobbies without a complaint, and will work to make the experience enjoyable for both of you.

Comfort (How would they help their S/O if they were having a rough day?)

Momo comforts you with lots of affection when you’re having a rough day. She pulls you into her arms, and you cuddle together until you fall asleep and forget your worries. She’ll occasionally kiss your head or run her fingers through your hair as a way to comfort you, even in your dreams.

Dreams (How do they picture their future with their S/O?)

She dreams of a future where the two of you can be together without the limitations of distance and different schedules. She wants to become closer to you as time passes, and she’ll do anything to keep you in her life.

Equal (Do they tend to be more dominant or passive in the relationship?)

Momo tends to be more passive in the relationship - she lets you take the lead and plan dates; however, she won’t hesitate to do so if you need a pick-me-up after a long day of work or other obligations.

Fight (Would they easily forgive their S/O after a fight? How would a typical fight go?)

Momo doesn’t like to get argumentative with you, and she’ll often back down first in order to avoid a fight. You quickly recognize this, and then you’ll give her space before going to apologize and make amends. She will do the same, and you’ll spend the rest of the day making it up to each other.

Gratitude (How grateful are they for everything that their S/O does for them?)

Momo is very grateful for everything you do, and she shows her gratitude through physical affection and kind words. She sends you texts throughout the day telling you that she’s thinking of you, and when Momo can see you again, she gives you the biggest hug imaginable.

Honesty (Do they tend to keep secrets from their S/O, or do they share everything?)

Momo is honest, almost to a point of bluntness, when it comes to you. She tells you everything that you need to know, but she’s understanding that you may not be the same way.

Inspiration (How is their S/O inspired by them?)

You’re inspired by Momo’s hard-working attitude. She dedicates herself entirely to her dancing and her work, and it’s hard to not recognize and be impressed by her dedication and hard work.

Jealousy  (Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?)

Momo doesn’t tend to get jealous unless the person is physically flirting with you (touching your hair, arm, etc.), and then she’ll step in. Usually, she just grabs your arm and presses a kiss to your cheek, which gets the point across to the other person.

Kiss (How often do they kiss you? Where do they like to kiss you?)

Momo loves to kiss you any time that she can. Her favorite places to kiss you are your head, cheek, and lips. If she wants to tease you, she’ll grab your hand and kiss it in order to surprise you. 

Lazy Day (How do they like to spend days off with their S/O?)

Momo likes to spend days off with you, at home. You’ll order takeout and binge-watch movies/TV shows that you’ve wanted to watch for weeks while laying next to each other in the living room. You share lots of kisses and affection as the day progresses and eventually ends.

Marriage (Do they want to get married? How often do they think about marrying their S/O?)

Momo thinks about marriage more often as your relationship progresses and becomes more serious. It often distracts her from work, which makes people wonder why she’s more distracted than usual.

Nicknames (What do they call their S/O?)

Babe, baby, honey

Modern classics that express Momo’s affection and love for you.

On Cloud Nine (What are they like when they are in love? Is it extremely obvious to others?)

Momo becomes more air-headed when she’s head-over-heels for you. She easily forgets things and will make silly mistakes because you’re constantly on her mind. It is more obvious to others because she doesn’t usually act this way, and something (or someone) must be on her mind and distracting her.

PDA (Are they very upfront with their relationship, or do they prefer to keep things quiet?)

Momo doesn’t mind PDA with you. A quick kiss on your lips and warm hugs are often shared between the two of you whenever you go out together. She does prefer to keep cuddling and more passionate kisses between the two of you at home.

Quirk (Some random personality trait that makes them an excellent partner.)

Since Momo can be easily distracted, you find ease in shopping for her since she can be right with you and point out what she likes, but she won’t remember what you got later because she saw a dog that looked like Boo. She also will play up her distracted nature at times and surprise you with how thoughtful, smart, and kind she is.

Romance (Are they a born romantic ready to woo their S/O at any moment, or do they struggle to spark romantic moments with their S/O?)

Momo can struggle to spark romantic moments, but you certainly know how to make a moment romantic with her. You pull her to you under a string of lights, and you kiss her as the world comes to a near halt.

Support (How do they help support their S/O to reach their goals?)

Momo supports you by standing by your side, always, even if she can’t always be physically there. She’ll send text messages and food deliveries to you so you know that she’s always thinking of you.

Thrill (Do they like trying out new things to spice up their relationship, or do they prefer to stick to a routine?)

Momo doesn’t mind breaking routine to try going out to new places, or doing new activities together as a couple. She just loves to spend time with you, no matter how it is spent.

Understanding (How well do they know their partner?)

Momo understands you on a deeper level, where she can read your emotions and body language far more than others. If you’re showing signs of sadness, then she’ll pull you aside to give you affection to (hopefully) get you to start feeling better.

Value (How important is the relationship to the person versus other relationships and things in their life?)

Momo values your relationship with her as much as she values her strongest friendships and familial bonds. She wants her support network to know how loved and appreciated they are to her.

Wild Card (A random fluffy headcanon that you have about the relationship?)

As Boo’s adoptive parent, you find yourself being the favorite parent whenever you go to Momo’s place. This causes her to pout, which is quickly alleviated with a few quick kisses. 

XOXO (Do they like to kiss, hug, and cuddle you? How often do they do so?)

Momo loves to give you any physical affection, so she’s clinging to you as often as she can or sees fit. Sometimes her members tease her for this, as she often is seen in your arms after a long day of shooting or rehearsals.

Yearning (How will they cope when they’re missing their partner?)

You’re often in her thoughts when you can’t see her in-person, so Momo will call, text, and FaceTime you as often as she can. You might be busy on a business trip or another event, but you always make the time to respond and see Momo.

Zeal (Are they willing to go to great lengths for the relationship? If so, what kind?)

Momo loves you to the end of the world and back, so she is willing to go to great lengths for the relationship. As long as you’re in deep with her, she’d do anything for you.

[seoksgrl]

rather be dead than cool, 3. : jjk nerd!jungkook x popular!reader college au, dislike to love genderbent she's all that au

tws: nothing much!! some academic burnout, a little fake dating if you squint and cover one eye and turn around in a circle and put a gun to jk and oc's heads

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“Okay, so let me get this straight,” Jeongguk says, walking beside you as the two of you make your way to his hair appointment. You’d booked it a few days ago, the same morning you took him shopping, and today is the day you get to see the back of those split ends. Though, instead of being excited about the prospect of a haircut, Jeongguk is ironing out the finer details of the hasty text you sent him after lunch with Mina and Irene, “you’re helping me get a date with Sana, who will be at the party. Yet you want me to go to this thing with you as your date?”

You resist the urge to roll your eyes at his big dumb boy brain for not seeing your vision, but you settle for a quiet, exasperated sigh instead, “Not a date, per se. As a friend, two friends who will arrive together. I’ll make introductions and such, and then I’ll let you loose in the wild,”

Jeongguk’s hands find home in the pockets of his baggy jeans, his shoulders shrugged up to his ears, “Yeah, well your people are certainly animals, I’ll give you that,”

While Jeongguk isn’t totally off base with his astute observation of your inner circle, you huff anyway, feeling oddly protective when you know he considers you part of those ‘people’. When you imagine Jeongguk at Jimin’s party, you picture a baby lamb hanging out with a pack of wolves. Not the best image going forward, but your goal is to make Jeongguk into more of a fierce, well-dressed dog - perhaps not a wolf, but you have to take baby steps. 

“Just stick with me, and I will take care of everything. Mina and Irene are really harmless,” You pause as Jeongguk reaches for the door to the salon, opening it for you to enter, “Well, at least Mina is,”

He cocks a brow, but doesn’t say anything further before you walk in, Jeongguk following close behind. 

The day of the party arrives faster than you would have liked, especially given that you have a paper due for one of your classes and for the first time ever, you’re actually a little behind. Only by a paragraph or two, but it’s still a mark on your pristine reputation. 

This bet business with Irene has left you feeling a little overwhelmed, with a sizable amount missing from your allowance thanks to trips to designer stores and salons that you haven’t even had the luxury to enjoy. Monique offered to do your nails while you were waiting for Jeongguk to finish, but in the end you had to leave before seeing the end result anyway, which is something you’re not pleased with. You only hope that Jeongguk didn’t opt to suddenly go bleach blonde, or get a blue streak through his hair just to spite you. 

When your phone rings, you’re in the middle of taking your hair out of the heated rollers your father brought back from his business trip to the States, and you reach over to see it’s Jimin calling you. There’s a vaguely icky feeling in your tummy, but you run with it, sliding your finger along the screen and setting it to loud speaker. 

“Y/N? Hey,” Jimin says, his voice just as musical and pleasant as you remember it. You can almost picture him now, slouched in an artsy sort of way across his bed as he speaks to you, probably shirtless and definitely smiling, “I just wanted to check in before the party. I figured Irene might have told you I’m bringing Luna,”

Ugh, of course. While, yes, Irene already gave you a heads up, you’re still non-too-pleased about seeing your ex and his new girlfriend. There are no lingering feelings left behind, even after the awkward nature of your breakup, but the whole thing still makes for an uncomfortable evening, especially when you’re going to be mentoring a very tall, very moody photography major most of the evening. 

“Yes, Irene told me,” You say in the brightest voice you can muster, “I don’t know if she told you, but I’m actually bringing someone too,”

“Oh,” Jimin says, sounding surprised by the new information. You’re too grown up to be petty, but you can’t prevent the satisfied smile that creeps across your face at his flustered response, “I didn’t realise you were seeing anyone,”

Damn, not quite the idea you wanted to float, but you can’t exactly back out now. Jeongguk will understand, or maybe you don’t even have to tell him to pretend to be dating you. It’s not like you’ve ever been a fan of PDA, and Jimin knows that more than anyone. 

“It’s…new. And, not especially serious,” You grimace, “It’s super casual,”

“That doesn’t sound like you at all,”

“I’m trying something different,” Is your quick response, “the end of relationships are usually a time where people experiment. New hair styles, new tattoos,”

New fake, unaware, casual, photography major boyfriends.

“Ah,” Jimin’s voice is muffled, like he’s speaking away from the phone, but all you hear after a few muffled noises are the words that come next, “well, I suppose I’ll see you in a couple hours,”

“Yes,” You say, “see you soon,”

When you hang up, it’s all you can do not to scream into a pillow, but obviously that would ruin your makeup. So you settle for throwing said pillow at your wall instead, though it doesn’t give you nearly as much satisfaction. 

Two hours later, you leave the house to wait outside for Jeongguk. You had arranged for him to pick you up after sending him your address, and you look out for a non-descript, modest car. Instead, what you hear is the rumble of a motorbike engine, and you grit your teeth, counting to ten before you look up just as the sound quiets. 

“Of course, he drives a motorbike. Why wouldn’t he?” You mutter, walking down the path towards the clean, empty street where Jeongguk is parked clad in all black, donning a red helmet. His eyes meet yours as he flips up the black visor, blinking at you until you come to a stop in front of him. 

“Good evening,”

There’s a moment where you just look at him, deadpan and unsmiling. He sighs, swinging his leg off the bike and standing to his full height. For some reason he seems taller, and it’s only when you look down that you see the clunky, black boots on his feet. 

“You didn’t think this might be worth mentioning?” You ask once you raise your face to his again, squinting a little in the setting sun. 

Jeongguk looks down, still wearing the helmet, and shrugs, “I can’t wear expensive, fancy shoes on the bike,”

“I’m not talking about the boots,” You roll your eyes this time, giving in to the urge, and you almost think you hear Jeongguk snort quietly, his leather-clad shoulders jumping on a laugh, “I meant the bike. You agreed to pick me up and didn’t mention we would be riding a death-chariot to the party,”

Stepping away and walking to the large compartment on the back of the bike, Jeongguk doesn’t immediately reply, instead he flips the lid, pulling out a matching helmet and handing it to you. When you give him a stony glare and cross your arms over your chest instead of taking it, he glances heavenward, as if you’re the frustrating one. 

“Come on, Y/N. The bike is only dangerous if there’s a moron driving it,”

“Could’ve fooled me,” You mutter, taking the helmet and attempting to figure out how the whole thing works. You don’t like the person you become when you’re with Jeongguk, it’s almost like he’s just beginning to bring out this whole other side of you. He’s the first person you have ever felt the urge to hit, for example. 

As you struggle to figure out how to pull the helmet on without ruining your immaculately styled hair, Jeongguk tuts, grabbing the offending item off of you and standing right in front of you. He holds it over your head and waits, speaking quietly and oddly patient despite your reluctance, “Might wanna tuck your hair behind your ears unless you want it sticking to your cheeks the whole ride there,” 

Hesitantly, you do as he suggests, flipping your hair back so it’s behind your shoulders. It’s not going to make a whole lot of difference, you know, but you figure you might as well take Jeongguk’s advice. It’s only when the helmet touches the crown of your head that you duck away, peering up at Jeongguk as he rolls his eyes and drops his arms, the helmet hanging by a strap in one of his hands. 

“Is this gonna ruin my makeup?”

“Probably,”

“Jeongguk,”

He frowns, hard to see due to the helmet, but you see the scrunch between his brows, “Y/N, you look fine. You can fix it when we get there, I know you carry around one of those little compact things,”

You do, but that’s beside the point. With what feels like your seventh sigh in as many seconds, you nod, bracing before Jeongguk begins to tug the helmet down onto your head. It’s not the most comfortable thing in the world, and your face feels a little squished, but Jeongguk notes that it’s for your safety, so you let it go. 

After getting on the bike first, Jeongguk instructs you to put a hand on his shoulder, using that to pull yourself up while placing a foot on the small footrest on the side of the bike. Once you copy his earlier movements and swing your leg over the seat, you plop down, jostling the two of you slightly as you try to get comfortable. 

“You can hold onto me, or there are some handles on either side of your seat. My shoulders or my waist are fine, but try not to tug on me too much,” He says, turning to face the front before he twists his wrist, the bike roaring to life beneath you both. He checks on you a couple more times before he lifts his visor once more to speak over the rumble of the engine, “Oh, and hold on tight. I like to ride fast,”

“Wh- Ah!”

The bike moves with a sudden jolt, the speed steady at first before Jeongguk leans into the wind, the houses on either side of the road moving past you both in a blur. Your hands alternate between gripping the handles on either side of your seat and squeezing at Jeongguk’s shoulders, adrenaline beginning to rush through your veins as the bike turns onto the main road. 

Now, you know what Jeongguk means about riding fast. The wind rushes past you, so strong it almost feels like you might be blown off the bike from the force of it, but you just mimic Jeongguk’s movements and lean into it, using him as a shield. It’s now that you notice the broadness of him, the sheer size of his body as you hunch behind him on the bike, your hands clutched at his shoulders for fear that you might fall off at the next turn. Every so often, the bike pauses at a red light, and Jeongguk looks over his shoulder and gives you a thumbs up to check in. All you can do is return it, and then you’re off again. 

You want to hate it, because really, you should. It’s dangerous, reckless, and not at all what anyone in your circle would expect you to do. But there’s a little voice in the back of your mind that quips maybe that’s why you’re having so much fun. And you are, despite the fact your makeup is being rubbed off by the rough material inside the helmet, and your hair will be flat when you get to the party. 

Under the visor, you’re smiling, and you can’t even help it.

You both make it to the party in one piece, and despite the surprising urge to tell Jeongguk to keep driving, you hop off the bike with a little help. Jeongguk unclips the helmet from under your chin and lets you pull it off. Your cheeks are flushed and warm, and probably red raw from the helmet. You can only imagine you look a mess, but when you glance up at Jeongguk to get his opinion, he’s staring at you. 

Or at least you think he is, because he’s still got the helmet on. 

“Will you take that thing off already?” You say, “I haven’t seen the new haircut,”

“Maybe I should keep it on,” Is his quiet reply, and you tilt your head to the side, shooting him a blank look, “Fine, fine. But it feels weird,”

His hands reach up to unclip the latch, before they plant on either side of the helmet to tug it off. When you see his face again, your eyes latch on two things at once, somehow. 

First, the haircut is…good. Probably not what you would have told him to get, but it’s nice. A shorter version of the long hair he had before, a little choppier, like a shaggy mullet. It suits him, and you admit he probably would have hated changing his appearance more than he already has. 

Second, your eyes fall to his lips. More specifically, the new, silver ring that wraps around the lower one. That certainly wasn’t on the menu. 

“When -”

“I know,” He says, lifting his hands up in surrender after putting his helmet away, “but I felt like I was losing my style a little. I just wanted to do something I’ve always wanted, so I did. And I paid for it with my money, so you can’t really say shit about it,”

Well, he has you there,

“Fine, the piercing isn’t bad. I’ll allow it,” You nod, threading your fingers through your hair at the root and fluffing it a little, “Do I have helmet hair?”

“No, you have rich girl hair,” He deadpans, and you roll your eyes in response. Any more eye rolling, and you’re sure you’ll lose them in the back of your skull. 

Jeongguk finishes securing the bike, locking up and running a hand through his shorter hair. The strands still tickle the back of his neck and fall over his forehead, but you have to admit he looks better without so much weight and bulkiness crowding his head. Now you can actually see his face, and his eyes, which are dark brown and twinkly. And looking at you. 

“You good?”

Blinking, you smile, falling into step with Jeongguk before you pause, causing him to groan impatiently. When he asks what’s wrong, you offer him a sheepish smile, biting your lip, “So…there is one little thing I forgot to mention,” he doesn’t reply, instead he raises a brow in question, his lips pouting a little while that silver ring glints at you mockingly, “So, this party is my ex’s cabin, and he’s a little annoying. Basically he got a new girlfriend, so I just need you to pretendtobemynewcasualboyfriend, okay?”

“What was that?” He asks, eyes wide, “You want me to be your casual…?”

“Fake casual,” You reply, pausing because it feels like knives in your throat to actually say the word, “...boyfriend,”

Jeongguk just stares at you, giving you that same deadpan look you’d given him mere moments ago, and you can appreciate how that might be a little bothersome, now you think about it. He crosses his arms over his broad chest, looking like an arrogant ass, “Is this not what we talked about?”

“I know I said it wouldn’t be that kind of situation, but plans have changed and hey,” You step towards him, head craned to look at his face, but he doesn’t move, “I’m helping you out. I just need you to do me this one, small favour. I mean it’s not even really a big deal, just nod along when someone talks about us dating casually. Make sure you say casual -”

“I think I’ve got it,” He speaks louder over your tirade, sighing in a quick exhale before he thrusts his hand at you without looking. When you don’t take it, he glances down at his empty hand before looking at you, “Well?”

“I don’t hold hands,” A nervous cackle escapes your lips before you can stop, so you pass it off as a cough, “Holding hands isn’t very casual,”

“I hold hands with people I date,”

“It’s not dating, it's casua -”

“Y/N!” Jimin’s voice calls from the door to the cabin, cheery and clearly a few beers in, he jogs down the steps and strolls over to where you and Jeongguk are still stood at the beginning of the dirt path, “So good to see you after...everything,”

You swallow down a grimace and heaps of second-hand embarrassment, nodding quickly as if you’re fraying at the seams. Maybe you are, after all, these two men are going to be the death of you.

“So good to see you…after…” You swallow again, hard enough that your throat aches, “that,”

As if sensing the tense and uncomfortable energy, Jeongguk throws a heavy arm around your shoulder, offering his other hand to Jimin for him to shake, “Hey, Jeongguk. I’m the casual boyfriend,”

Oh, kill me now.

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Lost Chances pt 2 - Twice Sana

Requested: sana keeps seeing r with chaeryeong, and she just gets so angry and jealous. she decides to become evil and try to steal r back. maybe sana asks for someone's help to seduce chaer and make it look like chaer is cheating, thinking that r would come running back to her arms

Angst, fluff

Words: 2.4k

Part 1

The brightness of the phone made Sana squint for the nth time on the night. 

4:30 am.

She was supposed to be up in two hours for practice yet there she was, turning around on her bed, trying to keep her mind from going all the way to the memories that hurt her heart.

In an ideal world, Sana would have turned to discover you nestled beside her, your form fitting perfectly. Gently, she would have enveloped your waist with her arms, peppering soft kisses along your neck, coaxing you from slumber just so she could enjoy looking into your eyes for a couple of minutes before she had to flee to the studio.

But her heart broke even more when she realized you must have been in Chaeryeong’s arms. 

The image of the both of you being together from a couple of weeks ago still haunted her mind. Chaeryoung was pouting in your arms and you were looking at her as if she was the most precious girl you had ever laid eyes upon. 

Sana groaned.

She could swear she still remembers the scent of your perfume, so if she closed her eyes and tried hard enough, she felt as if she was still holding you in her arms.

Hers, not Chaeryeong’s.

Her lips on yours, her hands on your body, her movements and skills making you lose control as you would let sweet sounds fall from you due to what she was doing.

“Y/N…” she whispered, reminiscing the way she would call for you when you used to disappear between her legs. “Y/N…” 

A hand delved into her as she shut her eyes closed. She knew it was wrong but at times like this she couldn’t control her own body nor her mind.

She didn’t only miss the way you made her feel, she missed the sound of your voice, the look on your eyes. 

Sana couldn’t keep living with the image of you in her mind. She needed you back in her life.

*

“Don’t look at the entrance,” Jihyo warned as her eyes widened, realizing who had just arrived.

They were at a popular cafe located in the heart of the city. Enough people recognized them but gave them privacy to enjoy their day off calmly.

Despite Jihyo's advice, Sana's curiosity got the best of her, and her gaze involuntarily shifted towards the entrance.

Jihyo's sigh carried a touch of sadness as she witnessed Sana's heart shatter into countless pieces before her eyes.

“I told you not to,” she reprimanded, her hand reaching out to nudge Sana's shoulder, urging her to avert her gaze.

But Sana’s eyes were fixed on the source of her pain.

You and Chaeryeong, hands intertwined, made your way into the café where they sat. It was a momentous step: the first public display of affection between the two of you. While it was an open secret within your company that the two of you were together, parading as a couple in front of fans occupying tables nearby... What were you doing? 

Jihyo's voice dropped to a hushed whisper as the scene unfolded, fans approaching Chaeryeong for pictures as she politely excused herself, her focus clearly on her date. "Do they have any idea what they're doing?" Jihyo mused, incredulous. "Do they even have the company's approval for this?"

Sana’s eyes filled with tears unconsciously as a knot formed on her throat.

How did it feel to have you by the hand and flaunt you to the world? She could only imagine.

"Can we please leave?" Sana's voice was barely audible, a solitary tear tracing a path down her cheek as she whispered her plea.

*

“Bam Bam?” you raised your eyebrow as Chaeryeong wore a confused expression on her face, showing you her phone screen. “What is he saying?”

“You read it,” Chaeryeong insisted, pushing the phone closer to you so you could have a better look.

Several unanswered text messages from the Thai boy asking how Chaeryeong was, if she had eaten something and telling her how pretty she looked that day.

“Is he…” you started formulating a question as the idea popped into your mind, “hitting on you?”

Chaeryeong shrugged, retrieving the phone from you to take a look at the messages one more time. “It seems like it, doesn’t it?”

“Do you want me to scare him off?”

The younger girl bursted out laughing at your random suggestion. “Why would you do that?”

“Oh, so you want him to keep flirting with you?” you asked, a playful smile on your lips.

“Not at all,” she replied in a breath. “There’s only one girl I want to be flirty with”.

You chuckled at her answer, knowing exactly what she meant with those words.

Her phone buzzed one more time.

“Is it him again?”

Chaeryeong pouted, the most adorable confused face you could have ever seen, “he wants to have dinner with me,” she read the message. “Why is he insisting so much? We aren’t even that close as friends…”

You thought carefully, trying to put the pieces together. “When did it started?”

“Mmm,” she looked at the ceiling as if she was trying to look for the memories, “since the day we went out holding hands,” she replied after a couple of seconds.

The day you saw Jihyo and Sana sneak out of the cafe you were at.

Could it be?

They were friends with Bam Bam and the boy was known for doing everything the girls would ask him to. Was somehow all the flirting orchestrated by them?

You knew they could be resourceful when they wanted something but would they get to this extent? To the extent of breaking a healthy relationship between two people who are just trying to move on with their lives without hurting anyone else?

“What are you thinking about?” Chaeryeong asked, examining your features since you were silent for a minute. 

“Nothing,” you replied, trying to make it seem like it didn't matter that much. “Just keep ignoring him”.

Chaeryeong nodded and rested her head on your shoulder to keep watching the movie you chose to spend the afternoon at her dorm.

*

A couple of weeks had gone by and Sana witnessed how your relationship started to establish between headlines, dates and silly shout outs in TV shows. 

JYP had already given a statement regarding the relationship you and Chaeryeong had and encouraged everyone to welcome you as her partner since you two were starting the journey as a new couple.

Sana couldn’t help but feel almost hopeless, being her last resource, a 26 year old boy who wasn't as skillful as he bragged to be when it came to taking a girl away from someone.

“Really?” a voice echoed in the practice room where Sana was waiting for Bam Bam to inform her what he was doing and how it was working. “Asking someone to flirt with Chaeryeong?”

Sana’s heart skipped a beat as she slowly lifted her head to look through the mirror where the voice was coming from. She knew who it was, but for a second she thought she was imagining things.

Your figure was leant against the frame of the door as a disappointed expression adorned your face.

Sana felt weak once again. You weren’t supposed to be there, she hadn’t considered having to face you so soon. A couple of minutes before, she was angry even at how things were turning out for her. 

She was confused.

“What are you doing here?” she asked, as a trembling whisper left her lips.

“I should be the one asking that question,” you replied, stepping into the room and closing the door behind you. “Bam Bam told me everything”.

Sana’s eyes widened, confirming what the Thai boy had confessed to you while drunk the night before. He was just trying to do a favor to her friend, he didn’t mean anything bad with it.

“I…” she stuttered, her eyes diverting from yours since she couldn’t hold your gaze anymore.

“You what?” you asked, taking a few steps towards her.

Sana breathed in. 

As a wave, all the memories she had with you rushed through her head, all the cozy sundays, all the passionate nights. She could almost feel how real all of it was and how it almost physically hurt not to have you with her anymore. 

She knew she fucked up. She knew it very well, yet she also knew you both deserved a second chance. Chaeryeong was just a rebound for you after ending things so badly.

“She is not for you,” Sana replied, not facing you yet. Her voice was tinted with sadness and regret, “I know we could have been forever if I didn’t mess things up,” she continued, her emotions taking over, “I just needed a chance to show you that that one thing was a mistake I’ll never make in my life again”.

When her eyes found yours, you couldn’t help but feel all the memories hit you at once. Her eyes portrayed regret and sincereness, you could sense the vulnerability in her gaze. The room seemed to hang heavy with unspoken words, the weight of your shared history pulling at both of your hearts.

For a moment, there was silence. You looked at Sana, searching her eyes for any sign that this wasn't just another fleeting moment of emotion. The sincerity in her voice, the way she held your gaze, it all made you realize that the wounds from the past hadn't completely healed.

“And maybe I’m sounding like a jerk, I know Chaer doesn’t deserve any of this, but don’t we owe it to ourselves to try and fulfill all the what ifs that I’m sure have gone through your mind every now and then”.

You found yourself torn between the rush of memories and the weight of the present moment. Sana's words had opened a floodgate of emotions that you thought were buried deep within. You could sense the sincerity in her voice, the longing for a second chance, but the scars from the past were still fresh.

As her words lingered in the air, you took a deep breath, trying to steady your thoughts. Looking at her, you could see the remorse etched into her features. It was true that the memories were powerful, but they were also accompanied by the pain of betrayal and heartache that had once shattered what you both had.

You took a couple of steps towards her, knowing very well there was no going back to what you were about to do.

Sana’s startled eyes widened at the motion of your body, instinctively she reached out to pull you to her.

Your arms wrapped her waist as she encircled your neck with her arms, your breath mingling with hers seconds before your lips crashed in a desperate, longing kiss.

The kiss deepened, fueled by a hunger that had been suppressed for far too long. The weight of the past started to dissipate, replaced by a current of intense desire. As your lips moved together, it was as though you were relearning each other—the contours of your mouths fitting perfectly, the taste of familiarity mixing with the novelty of rediscovery.

But eventually, as all moments do, the kiss had to end. You pulled away slowly, your foreheads resting against each other. Sana's eyes were closed, her breath uneven, and you could feel her heart racing against your chest.

For a while, neither of you spoke. The air was charged with unspoken words, with the echoes of your past and the uncertainty of your future. It was clear that the connection between you was still electric, still capable of igniting flames that could either consume you or offer the warmth you had once craved.

“What does this mean?” she asked, her face buried in the crook of your neck, inhaling the scent she had missed so much.

“Chaeryeong and I never dated,” you stated.

Sana’s eyes widened at your words, pulling away just enough to see you, studying your face to be sure you were telling the truth. Although deep down, she wouldn’t have cared as long as she could still hold you like this. 

The tears that formed in her eyes finally spilled when you went in for another kiss.

The second kiss was softer, gentler—a connection that seemed to bridge the gap between your shared past and the uncertainty of what lay ahead. It was a kiss filled with promises and hope, an unspoken agreement to explore the possibility of a fresh start.

As your lips parted once more, Sana's tears glistened in the soft light of the room. You gently wiped them away with your thumb, your touch soothing and tender. There was a vulnerability in this moment, an acknowledgment that the path forward wouldn't be easy, but that the depth of your connection was worth the effort.

“Do I want to know?” she asked, not letting you go.

You sighed deeply. “The company needed something so people could talk about them and look forward to the album they’re releasing this year,” you explained, feeling a little embarrassed of being part of such a cheap strategy.

Sana chuckled, softly at first but as soon as you smiled at the silliness of the situation, you both laughed together.

Just like old times.

“She’s actually outside,” you whispered, taking a quick look at the door that was well protected by Chaeryeong in case anyone wanted to go in. “She knows everything about us and actually encouraged me to talk things out with you,” you continued. “She’s a good girl, don’t be mad at her”.

Sana chuckled once again.

It wasn’t what you said, it was the fact that you were back in her arms once again.

Sana's fingers traced the contours of your face as if she couldn't believe you were real. "I missed you," she admitted, her voice barely more than a whisper.

"I missed you too," you replied, your own voice filled with sincerity.

As you held each other, it became clear that this was the moment you had both been waiting for. It wasn't about the past mistakes or the pain you had caused each other; it was about the love that had never truly disappeared. 

It was about giving yourselves a second chance, a chance to rewrite the story that had once been filled with regret and thought to be lost.

[douqhnxtss]

#Home9Round :: twice masterlist!

Im Nayeon | 임나연

soft!gf | headcanons | cupid's game: 01

Hirai Momo | 平井 もも / 모모

rain of kisses 4 u | text imagine

Minatozaki Sana | 湊崎 紗夏 / 사나

i love you, kitten | text imagine

champagne & sunshine | mini smau

Park Jihyo | 박지효

1st february, 2025 | twitter thread smau (of sorts)

Son Chaeyoung | 손채영

bandmate!gf | headcanons

Kim Dahyun | 김다현

i bagged a baddie | text imagine

Other members TBA!

|| universe!

[eomayas]

confessions • kji (pt.2)

pairing: jongin x f!reader, fwb2l. sequel to ‘d appointment’.

genre: fluff & angst

synopsis: jealousy leads to a life changing confession (happy ending!!)

warnings: angst, swearing, jealousy

a/n: lol nobody asked for this but i really wanted to write this after yesterday! so enjoy 😋

“jongin, i really gotta go,” you giggle, kissing him again. he holds onto your waist tighter, grumbling about how he doesn’t want you to go. “really, nini, i have to leave.” you say, pulling out of his grasp and finding your clothes around his room.

you’ve seen a lot more of him recently, and your relationship has changed. he started asking you over to hang out, taking you out for food, running errands with you. you didn’t know what to think of your relationship anymore, and could barely tell your friends because none of them liked to hear about jongin anyway. he had a bit of a reputation for being a womanizer and a player, but you didn’t get that with him. as far as you knew, you were the only person who’s been in his bed for the last two months.

you really dont know what to call your relationship—you never talk about it with him. you refer to him as a friend when people ask about him, but nothing more. but you know that youre deeper than friends, you pretend not to see it in his eyes when you’re lying on his chest at night, pretend not to feel it in your stomach when he leans over his middle console and kisses you when he picks you up from your house. you pretend none of those feelings exist, so you can keep your peace.

“where do you have to go anyway?” he asks as you hook your bra back on.

“uh, just meeting a friend,” you say, not ready to admit the truth that the friend is a man and he’s not really a friend. your friend sana set you up with a guy she knows, doyoung, and you’ve been hanging out for awhile. of course, in between you and jongins time together.

jongin frowns at you and your hesitation. “who?” he presses as you pull on your shirt. you let out a breath and fix your hair, stalling as you avoid his question.

“chaewon,” you lie, not really sure why. you’re not dating, it shouldn’t be a problem. but with the way you’ve been hanging out recently, it feels like it could cause a rift—maybe you’re imagining it, though, and he doesn’t actually care. maybe your feelings are one sided.

“what are you guys gonna do?” he asks. you shrug and grab your phone off of his nightstand, a text from doyoung on the screen.

doyoung: can’t wait to see you!

you bite back a smile and jongin notices, his chest bubbling with an emotion he can’t quite place. anger? no, not quite. envy? jealously, maybe? can’t be—you’re not his. but it sure does feel like it sometimes.

you tap back a response, your acrylics accentuating your every keyboard stroke.

y/n: see you soon :)

“alright, i’ll see you later?” you say, leaning over to kiss him. it’s stiff, and awkward, but neither of you say anything. he doesn’t offer to walk you out like he always does, and you pretend it doesn’t bother you.

jongin and you don’t talk for three days, and in those three days, you occupy yourself with doyoung when you’re not at work or with your friends. doyoung is kind, he’s sweet and makes you laugh. he listens. he’s perfectly safe—your friends like him, and they’re all going to meet him tonight at a get together.

you sigh as you look at your phone, your message going unanswered. you invited jongin too, just to be nice since a few of his friends are going to be there. you haven’t spent anytime around each others friends, though you know a couple because that’s how you met each other.

sana nudges you. “doyoung is here,” you flip your phone over as her eyes gaze down for a split second. you look up and see him walk through the door, two of his friends behind him. you stand up from your spot on the couch and walk over to him, adjusting your skirt. doyoungs eyes scan the room and when they land on you, he gives you the smile that you’ve grown fond of.

“hey!” you say, giving him a hug. you press a quick kiss on his cheek and pull back, his hand sliding to the small of your back.

“hey! i hope you don’t mind thst i brought some friends—this is baejin and that’s sungwoon,” he says, introducing you to his friends. you smile and shake their hands. “is sana here?” he asks, leaning close to you. you nod, and get the overwhelming feeling that he’s about to kiss you, so you quickly grab his arm and lead him over to your group of friends.

sana jumps up when she sees him and gives him a hug, your three friends, yujin, chaewon, and bona following suit.

the five of you settle on the couch, doyoung on the end and you sandwiched between him and sana. he keeps an arm wrapped around your waist the entire time, barely moving it even when you shift. you don’t mind his touch or the weight of his arm—it feels nice.

you let yourself sneak a glance at your phone, hoping to see if he responded—a ‘no’ would even be fine—but there’s nothing new. you set your phone face down in your lap, and catch sanas eye when you look back up. you furrow your brow at her and she shakes her head. you ignore her and lean back against doyoung, his arm moving to wrap around your shoulder. you catch his dangling hand in yours, and interlock your fingers.

“you two are so cute, it’s making me sick,” yujin says. you and doyoung only giggle, and when you glance at sana, she’s side eyeing you behind her red solo cup.

sanas eyes drift around the room, but you ignore her until she steps on your foot, not enough to hurt but enough to get your attention. you glance at her again, and she shoots her eyes to the door, and dread immediately fills your stomach.

jongin walks through the door, many people in the party immediately greeting him. you check your phone again and see that he still never responded, which annoys you. if you had a heads up that he was showing up, you would have never sat here cuddled up with doyoung.

you try to ignore the greetings to jongin, but they’re obnoxious and louder than the music playing. “ugh, sehun is so irritating,” chaewon grumbles, but she keeps her eyes on the tall boy talking to jongin. they have some weird tension going on.

“y/n, im gonna go find baejin really quick, do you want to come?” doyoung asks. you shake your head and tell him that you’ll be here, and he leaves but not before pressing a kiss to your cheek.

you smile, but it falters when sana scoffs. “what?” you ask, annoyed with how she’s been treating you tonight.

“don’t lead him on, please. i know you invited jongin, and maybe you want two boyfriends, but doyoung is a good guy. leave him out of it,” she says, her voice serious.

you drop your mouth open to reply, but can’t find the words. “your boyfriends coming over,” she mutter, taking another swig of her drink. you glance over to see jongin walking towards you.

“he’s not my boyfriend,” you manage, standing up to greet him. you reach in for a hug, and he reciprocates, his hands too low on your back for it to be friendly. “i didn’t know you were coming.” you say, pulling away from him.

jongin keeps his hands on you, ignoring the gawking from your friends. “i said i might,” he shrugs and you roll your eyes. “why, you wanted more time to hide your little boyfriend?” he asks. with that, you scoff and pull away from him, already done with the entire night.

“i don’t have a boyfriend, so both of you can stop,” you say to jongin and sana, crossing your arms over your chest. “if you came here to bother me, you can just leave.” you say, staring up at him.

“i came to keep you company, but i see you already have some,” he says, mirroring your stance. you get ready to reply, but see doyoung coming up behind the two of you with baejin in tow, and get a wave of guilt, dread, and anxiety at the prospect of the two of them interacting. this can’t be my life, you think.

doyoung approaches you, a smile on his face until he sees your stance, and then sweeps his eyes over to jongin. doyoungs face falls at the obvious tension, and jongin sizes him up. “are you alright?” he asks you, a hand on your arm. you nod and he looks over at jongin and back at you. “do you two know each other?” he asks.

know is putting it lightly.

before you can respond, jongin interjects. “i’m jongin,” he holds his hand out to shake, and it takes everything in you to not push his hand away.

doyoung shakes his hand, his face not giving way to how he really feels. “we’re friends,” you offer once they drop hands. friends is putting it lightly, too lightly that it’s almost untrue.

jongin scoffs at that. “if that’s what you want to call it, sure we are,” you glare at him and doyoung shifts awkwardly beside you, unsure of what to say. “surely she’s mentioned me. because she’s never mentioned you.” he adds, making you blood boil.

“jongin, stop!” you say, your eyes widening. you look back over at doyoung who nods his head once, twice. “doyoung, just ignore him, please?” you say, reaching out to grab his hand, but he pulls away. you feel helpless as he moves past you to talk to sana, and you hear him tell her that he’s gonna head out. you feel like shit as you try to get him to talk to you, but again he dodges you.

“y/n, i dont want to be apart of this. maybe when you figure… whatever this is out, you can call me. but i don’t want any of this,” he waves vaguely between you and jongin, and all you can do is stand there pathetically as he walks away.

“yeah, what he said,” jongin says, shaking his head, and all you see is red. how dare he try to blow you off, when he is the cause of this entire mess. if he just kept his mouth shut, doyoung would still be here and you’d be enjoying your night.

you stomp after jongin as he walks off, grabbing ahold of his shirt, pulling him towards the direction of the kitchen. “quit it,” he says, pulling out of your grasp.

“you don’t get to leave! what the hell is your problem?” you ask, putting your hands on your hips. a few people in the kitchen glance at you and jongin, and he sighs and pulls you out to the backyard where it’s empty. “what is wrong with you?”

“i didnt do anything,” he says and you bark out a laugh.

“you don’t talk to me for days for god knows why, you don’t respond to my text, and the. you basically show up unannounced? and then you ruin a good thing for me? what is wrong with you?” you could cry from frustration, but you don’t. you manage to keep the tears at bay as you stare at the man across from you.

jongin doesn’t say anything, just leans against the stair railing with his arms crossed over his chest, and looks away from you. you blink at him, waiting for him to say something but he doesn’t. “well?” you say, scoffing.

he shakes his head. “you just don’t get it,” he mumbles.

“what?”

“you really don’t see it, y/n? it’s not obvious?” he asks, finally looking you in the eye. you shrink under his gaze, your eyes darting around the backyard.

“what are you talking about, jongin?” you ask, confusion evident in your voice. he runs a hand through his hair frustratedly and drops his hands at his sides. you cross your arms over your abdomen and stare at him, waiting for him to just admit whatever he’s holding back.

“you don’t feel a change between us? really?” he asks, and for a second the air leaves your lungs. he can’t be asking you this, because then what you’ve been imagining is actually true, therefore real. and now you have to confront it.

“i guess,” you say vaguely, your voice small. he runs his hands through his hair like he always does when he’s stressed or anxious—one thing you picked up on after seeing him more often. “what are you trying to say, jongin?” you sigh, just wanting to hear the words coming from his mouth. you need that confession, or else you think you’ll go crazy if you lose two men you like on the same night.

“i’m trying to say that i can’t stop thinking about you, that i think about you every second you’re not with me. that when i have to go somewhere, i call you because i’d rather go—i don’t fucking know, to the store—with you, over anybody else. and i came here tonight, even though i know your friends don’t fucking like me, because i wanted to see you. and i know you’re upset that i made your little boyfriend leave, but i don’t really care, okay? i can’t stand to see you with somebody else, not when you kiss me the way you do, or say my name,” he rambles, wiping his mouth before starting up again. you can only stare at him, stunned. you’ve gotten more than you were really asking for, and he’s not even done. “and i dont only mean when we have sex, okay? i know that’s how we started, but if you couldn’t tell, i don’t only want to do that with you. i want something more with you. if you don’t, fine. but i won’t buy it, because you chased after me, and not him.” jongin catches his breath, shocked that he just blurted all of this out. it’s been buried deep in his brain, his heart, for awhile now. he hasn’t been able to get you out of his head for weeks, and gets giddy when he sees your name pop up on his phone. he’s been silently losing his mind about you, and you haven’t even noticed.

“why didn’t you say anything before?” you ask pathetically, walking over to him.

he lets out a laugh that almost sounds like a cry. “because if you didn’t feel the same way, and we stopped hanging out, i would seriously die,” he says, grabbing your hands. you smile at his words. “i’m going crazy here, y/n.” jongin sighs, looking down at you and bringing your conjoined hands up to his chest.

you faintly feel his fast heartbeat and nearly coo. he’s so endearing, and the way he’s looking at you with his big, brown eyes is enough to bring you to your knees. “jongin, i-“ you cut yourself off to laugh, the next words leaving your mouth about to be so embarrassing. “i really like you, and i don’t know how you couldn’t tell. i mean, every time you said anything, i giggled like a schoolgirl.” you say, pressing your knuckles into his sternum.

“i thought you just wanted to fuck.”

“well, yes,” you blush, looking up at him. “but i really fucking liked—like—you,” you say, letting out a breath.

“are we doing this? i mean, for real?” he asks, dropping your interlocked hands out to the sides. you shrug.

“we could try,” you say, and he smiles, his face lighting up in a way that makes your heart skip a beat and your stomach flip.

and you two really were going to try, the opinions of your friends be damned. if there was a general consensus, it’s that you’d both go insane for the others love, and that’s enough.

[coldfanbou]

TIAM IS Side Stories: Award Show

A short ss about Twice's trip to the Fact Music Awards

The members are about to step out of the van and walk the red carpet of The Fact Music Awards. You turn around and compliment them on their outfits, looking at Jihyo first before the others. "We're here. I just want to say you all look beautiful in your dresses. And you look great in your outfit Jeongyeon, really pretty." The girls all blush; Jeongyeon turns away so you can't see her face. Jihyo gives you a kiss on the cheek, which starts a commotion as the others try to kiss you too. The small space has them pushing past each other, but each girl kisses you. Jeongyeon complained about having to, but Nayeon pushed her into it, figuratively and literally. Each of your wives made sure their kisses were longer than the others.

While the members walk the red carpet, you stay in the background, watching them. Sana looks back at the other members, "Can you tell I'm pregnant?" She whispers.

"You're barely a month along; no one can tell," Momo replies. Sana pouts for a second before talking to herself.

She rubs her belly, "They're here to see you little one." Jihyo nudges Sana's arm.

"Quiet; it may be loud, but people will still be able to hear you." She says. Chaeyoung leans forward, baring her teeth and raising her fist. The members laugh at Chaeyoung's actions but support the message. As they finish taking pictures, the members walk inside, going through the event. 

"I'm feeling a little horny," she says through a text. She follows that up by taking a selfie that conveniently shows some cleavage. Given her dress, it was difficult, but she somehow made it work. Jeongyeon stares at Sana for being so bold. At the same time, she feels jealous that she can't do the same. Jeongyeon imagines how hard you would get from the pictures she took of her body covered in your cum. When Sana looks at Jeongyeon, she turns away from her pregnant member. Sana comes to you when the members get backstage and start changing for their performance. "I'm really horny right now. I have an itch down there, and I could use some help." 

"Sana, your performance is going to start soon. We don't have enough time for that.”

"Just a quick one, please!" Sana begs.

"Fine,"

"Yes! Thank you." Sana pushes you back onto a couch. Momo was sitting right next to you as Sana started riding you. Sana impaled herself on your cock,  driving deep inside her. Her warm and tight cunt caressed your cock as it went deeper. Sana had her top open while she kept her pants off. "Oh, yes, I needed this." Sana moaned. The more she rode you, the louder she moaned. Kissing Sana to keep her quiet, you felt her lower lips being stretched around your shaft as she grinded against you. You kiss Sana's neck and begin to move downward. You played with Sana's tits as she bounced on your cock. As your lips reach her nipple, you begin sucking on her small breasts; Sana wraps her arms around your head. "I don't have any milk to give you yet but don't stop." Sana moans. She throws her head back as she picks up the pace. It becomes difficult to stay latched onto her tit, but you manage it. 

"I'm going to cum," you moan.

"Cum inside me! Fill my womb!" Sana yells. You smile hearing her shout those words. Your hands move down her body until you're holding her ass. You lift Sana and drop her onto your cock., helping her reach her orgasm. Following her orders quickly and unable to hold on any longer, you fill her with cum. Sana remains on your cock, grinding against it slowly as she rides out her orgasm. Your cum floods her pussy, dripping out of her moments after you fill her.

"Can I have a turn?" Momo asks. Having watched Sana go to town on you, Momo felt her own urges growing. 

"No, I want more." 

"But that's not fair! We'll be going on soon. There won't be enough time," Momo yells. The yelling attracts Jihyo's attention.

"What's going on here?"She asks.

"Sana doesn't want to share. I won't be able to have sex with him because Sana's hogging him."

"Momo, you have to understand when you're pregnant, you have a lot going on. Sana has special privileges right now. You need to let her get everything out."

Momo huffs, "fine." She gets up and walks away while Sana starts riding you again. 

"Maybe I'll get pregnant too!" She says as she's about to exit. It's obvious Momo is more than a little annoyed.

"That's fine, just don't do it during the tour." Jihyo gets behind Sana and pats her head as she watches her pregnant member ride you. Her moans fill the room, growing louder and louder until she cums again. You fill her to the brim with cum just before, Twice is set to perform. Sana quickly puts on her pants and gets set to perform. Sana gives a great performance, happy to be filled with cum. After they're done and have to sit back down, Sana crosses her legs in an attempt to keep your cum from leaking out of her cunt. You smile, knowing she trying her best to hide that fact.

When it comes time to leave, you take over and let the previous driver go home. The members all talk in the back while Jihyo sits as your passenger up front. She holds your hand and leans over. "As your wife, you better not forget me tonight. I want a turn too." She kisses your cheek, holding her lips against you for what seems like forever before sitting back down in her seat.

[pink-vacancy]

who's in the vacancy supergroup line up the people must know

Ok so this ask has put me into a group building spiral. I have chosen my roster and drafted a logo and I'm building the debut concept

PVE (Pink Vacancy Entertainment) presents:

I want to add a music note icon and sword icon with similar styling to the text so the icons combined can also be like a little mini logo.

The visual concept is y2k armored gals with colored transparent 2000's technology weapons and armor. Like the transparent mac book type look except cool armor outfits. Pretty ladies with sword.

I'd also want to do a winter sports videogame concept like 1080 avalanche or SSX Tricky as the concept B for the album.

Soundwise, I'd want to replicate the fast pace beats of those video game soundtracks with some Jungle Beat/Hip-Hop and Pink Pantheress type songs. I'd also want some early '00s sounds like Britney and NSYNC lol.

Here is our 10 gal roster. I stole six of JYP's girls (basically my 2 bias lines lol) and I broke it down into 3 medieval military themed sub units:

The Command Unit

2. The Artillery Unit

3. The Melee Unit

Park Jihyo - The hardest part about making the group was choosing a leader and I realized I'd be so nervous if anybody but Jihyo was the leader. Also I want to hear her on a Britney Spears type track!

Myoui Mina - Wow! A huge surprise right? But honestly Mina brings everything to a group. Vocals, dancing, elegance, humor, Minecraft. So choosing her is a real no brainer even besides the fact that she is the love of my life. She's the face of the group for sure! I didn't make her leader cause she needs her gaming laptop time.

Minatozaki Sana - Sana is another obvious choice to me, bias aside. She has such mass appeal and talent for entertainment that she would create so much success for the group just by existing. And girl groups gotta have someone who will just full on smooch the other members.

Hwang Yeji - The second in command. I imagine her as being in charge of the younger half of the group. JYP holds this gal back possibly most of all. Here at PVE, we are giving her all those louis vuitton deals and what not, cause that will translate to bigger success for her and the group (JYP is certified big dumb). Plus she is an S tier performer, leader and visual.

Shin Yuna - Yuna is obviously another of my all-time favorite gals but hear me out. After seeing her live I know now she is an all around ace. She can sing, dance, and you can tell when she is on stage she is loving life! Also her rap from 'Twenty' is one of the few K-Pop raps that i actually enjoy and doesn't make me wanna kms lol.

Lee Chaeryeong - Chaeryeong is honestly such a talented singer and dancer. She’s super sweet and charismatic interacting with the crowd! And she is so funny just by being herself in the ITZY reality content. One of my all time fave idols and a must have for the group.

Miyawaki Sakura - Sakura would be the leader of the third unit. She's an incredible multi talented idol and her vibes are immaculate. She's super funny and beautiful and sweet. Plus she and Mina could be gamer friends together. I feel like she would really kill they2k aesthetic with like some cat ear headphones like she likes.

Jeong JinSoul - Jinsoul's voice has always been really soothing to me. Like it always sits very nicely within the melody of the song. I want that kind of sound for choruses on softer and popier songs. And she is a visual queen so she is a lock for the group.

Cho Miyeon - I wanted a group with two ultra feminine gals in it. Plus her and Sana are already friends so it works out very nicely. She has an amazing voice and is one of the prettiest idols out there!

Lee Saerom - I am honestly just starting to get into Fromis 9. But I have watched enough performances to understand the Saerom has incredible stage presence and has an awesome physique! Her muscles and her charisma will add to the groups flavor for sure ^^.

Maybe i'll do some concept art later to illustrate some ideas. If you read this far you are allowed to be a hater on the group. It will help me prepare for the debut.

[usedpidemo]

2 10 39 pls

2. Anything that you'd like to write but feel like you're unable to?

So many. Where do I begin...

I feel like I'll never write another Annyeongz. Even Yujin or Wonyoung individually. There's so much good out there that I feel like it's not a productive time sink to throw another one out there. Part three (yes, it's meant to be a trilogy) is something that requires so much special care and effort on my end. I want it to be among my, if not the best work I produced. It's so tough. I missed out on getting concert tickets for their show, and that didn't help at all—made it worse even—but that's beside the point.

Same thing with Twice. Plenty of good, no need to add something in that mix. I really do want to write Sana and Nayeon (esp after the Waterbomb announcement).

Non-smut wise, there's that Pokémon!AU thing that stresses me out too. I don't want it to be overtly edgy like Insurgence or Reborn, but definitely a bit more on the maturer side of things storywise. Not to mention everything else aka the Pokémon aspect of it.

I'm also just lacking in ideas overall right now, so don't be surprised if it takes a while for something new to come out.

10. Top three favorite fic tropes.

Elseworld stories. Especially in a world with preexisting rich lore and history aside from the canon plot and the main characters that's hinted at, but never explored beyond brief mentions in passing or overlooked texts.

Time loops. I like Groundhog Day and 50 First Dates. Imagine having to relieve the same day over and over. Don't we already do that?

Enemy mine/The only one to defeat you is me. Hero and villain team up to fight a greater threat? Pure cinema every single time.

39. Wildest AU scenario you have written?

Smut-wise, probably one of the fan x idol fics. Hopefully I'll add to that list. But in actuality, it has to be the idol x Pokémon!AU thing where I want to make a fan game/rom hack out of it. You know how in almost every main series title, you, the protagonist and savior of the world is like 10 years old? I kind of want to explore a concept where that idea is normalized. Most of the strongest trainers in a region are those kids. I'm probably gonna look like a tinfoil hat man, but it also reflects on the idol industry, how they always want to scout and debut young talent in favor of veterans and older aspirants because they are more popular and have longer shelf life as performers. It's a WIP, but maybe when I actually invest into it, I want to see that idea realized in some shape or form.