#sorry its so sappy but actually not sorry!!! i love sap i love cringe i love dramaticising the themes!

[allfortzu]

wherever you are

-- mina / tzuyu. 888, fluff ; requested. MEN DNI.

maybe it was the way tzuyu was looking at her; maybe mina’s known all along.

mina wakes up to an empty bed, arms wrapped around blankets when it should be around someone else. 

she turns over and reaches out groggily. 

there's nothing but cold sheets and a space too large for mina herself. 

tzuyu must be awake. 

it's not even seven in the morning, yet here she is.

tzuyu’s already up and running.

she’d thought she could wake up earlier than tzuyu for once, maybe make her breakfast in bed. the least she could do for tzuyu’s birthday. 

mina groans, and she would sleep in longer, but she also misses tzuyu already.

so, she hauls herself out of bed. trudges blindly to the kitchen. 

it’s even colder outside the bedroom, makes it so easy for her to turn back.

but there’s a certain warmth that comes with the sight of it all –

of tzuyu humming in the kitchen, of tzuyu in mina’s kitchen. 

of tzuyu with her, first thing in the mornings, before she’s even woken up. 

“morning,” tzuyu says, voice velvety soft. perfect. “you’re up early.” 

mina doesn’t reply yet; not much of a talker in the mornings.

tzuyu doesn’t expect her to. 

instead, she reaches an arm out –

a silent invitation for mina. 

three steps in, and mina is close enough to sink into her completely. 

she takes a deep breath, takes all of tzuyu in.

the smell of mina’s sheets, the smell of tzuyu herself.

she sighs; shoulders dropping, muscles loosening. like lava to a mould, gently fitting herself into tzuyu. 

she hears tzuyu’s heartbeat, steady and soothing in her ear.

their chests rise and fall together with every exhale, inhale. mina almost falls asleep again. 

“happy birthday, tzu,” she mumbles under her breath. “i wanted to make you breakfast.” 

tzuyu laughs. her chest rumbles lightly. “sorry, did i ruin your surprise?” 

“kinda,” mina huffs, nosing at tzuyu’s jaw.

she plants feathery kisses in its wake, sweet.

tzuyu giggles at the tickle, squirming giddily.

but she still tilts her head ever so slightly, almost reflexively, to capture mina’s lips in a kiss. 

and just like that, they’re making out in the kitchen, eyes fluttered close and bodies snug against each other. 

it really is too easy for mina to give in – to forget why she was even here in the first place.

tzuyu draws out her kisses, slow and unhurried, and it sends such warmth to mina’s heart – one that settles pleasantly in her chest, like a weighted blanket.

this is my life now, i get to wake up to this every day. 

the kiss lingers infinitely, neither of them wanting it to end; it’s as if they both woke up this early just so they could spend those extra minutes kissing each other. 

mina sighs into it – tastes honey and sugar and everything sweet on tzuyu’s lips, feels all her worries melt away with tzuyu’s arms around her.

she can’t put a name on it, but tzuyu’s kisses taste like tzuyu. 

this is love. 

at the thought of it, mina pulls back.

this is love.

despite the suddenness, tzuyu just smiles. she looks at mina with genuine fondness.

of course she does, she’s never doubted mina’s love. 

she’s told mina before, but mina has never truly understood it until now. 

“i love you,” mina says, for the first time in a while. 

for the first time to tzuyu, if that's even possible, with how long she's been feeling this.

maybe it was the way tzuyu was looking at her; maybe mina’s known all along. 

“i love you, too,” tzuyu says.

easily, irrefutably. 

everything that matters falls into place.

tzuyu.

into mina's hands, into mina's heart.

this is love.

“you should move in," mina tells her. “i don’t think i could go back to how it was before you.” 

tzuyu chuckles, eyes curving into the prettiest crescents. “is this my birthday present?” 

“it can be,” mina tightens her hold around her lover's waist. “but i would’ve asked even if it wasn’t your birthday.” 

tzuyu hums; mina feels so deeply for her, does tzuyu even know? 

“i know,” tzuyu says. 

doesn’t she always? 

“i’m practically moved in, anyways. aren’t i?” 

mina smiles. “but now it’s official.”

"that has a nice ring to it," tzuyu muses.

mina hums in agreement.

seeing you here everyday has a nice ring to it.

“go," mina lays a palm on tzuyu's chest. "i’ll make breakfast.”

and so it goes. 

tzuyu sits on the other side of the counter, watching mina work her way through their kitchen.

mina puts four eggs into a pot and pan fries some bread. 

“did we get butter when we went grocery shopping yesterday?”

“yeah, bottom left,” tzuyu says. mina's head is in the fridge now. “what are you making?” 

“nothing much. half-boiled eggs and toast,” mina pauses. “and butter!”

she raises her hand up in victory, the butter located. 

tzuyu thinks she could definitely get used to it, waking up to mina just like this every day. 

mina doesn’t take long; two slices of toast served with half-boiled egg over the top, and a piece of butter somewhere in there. 

“try it,” mina beams. 

so, tzuyu does – one bite out of it.

“how is it?” 

it’s different – the egg more cooked than she’s used to, the toast much richer than she’s ever tried.

“tastes like the best birthday gift ever,” tzuyu grins. 

it's different – because it's mina's.

bits of love scattered in how cooked she likes her eggs, how toasty she likes her bread.

she could get used to this. she already has.

tastes something similar to home. 

an idea of what the rest of our lives together could be. an idea of everything i could never tire of. 

you and me.

love, tzuyu thinks, this is love.

happy birthday to tzuyu, love in its entirety <3

thank you for reading! interactions truly appreciated, have an amazing tzuyu day <3