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Crush - Twice Sana

Requested:  May I request Sana caught reader having a crush on her

Sana x f!reader

Fluff

Words: 882

You couldn't help but feel your heart race every time Sana entered the room. 

Her presence was like a gentle breeze that brushed against your skin, leaving you with a tingling sensation that lingered long after she was gone. 

You tried to hide your feelings, burying them deep within, afraid of the potential consequences if you were to reveal the truth.

You found yourself drawn to every little detail about her – the way her eyes sparkled with laughter, the curve of her lips when she smiled, and the sound of her voice that seemed to soothe your soul. 

You longed to tell her how you felt, but the fear of rejection and the uncertainty of her feelings held you back.

In the quiet moments, when you were alone with your thoughts, you allowed yourself to imagine what it would be like to hold her hand, to feel her lips against yours, to share your life with her. 

But those dreams remained locked away, a world of possibilities that seemed just out of reach.

You found solace in the stolen glances, in the shared laughter and the little inside jokes that only the two of you understood. 

You treasured every moment spent with her, cherishing each memory like a precious gem.

Sometimes, you wondered if she had any inkling of your affection. Did she notice the way your eyes lingered on her, the way your voice faltered when you spoke to her? Or were you just another friend to her, nothing more?

You watched as she interacted with others, trying to decipher any signs that she might feel the same way. But the more you looked for clues, the more uncertain you became. 

It was as if you were standing at the edge of a cliff, wanting to take the leap but held back by the fear of what lay below.

You confided in your closest friends, seeking their advice and comfort. They told you to be brave, to take the risk and tell her how you felt. But it was easier said than done. 

The fear of losing her friendship, the fear of being rejected, was too overwhelming.

So you remained silent, content with being by her side as a friend, knowing that this unspoken love was all you could give. 

You supported her through her ups and downs, celebrating her successes and offering a shoulder to lean on during tough times.

In your heart, you knew that your feelings for her were real and true. They were a part of you, woven into the fabric of your being. 

But for now, you chose to keep them hidden, preserving the friendship that meant so much to you.

“You know,” Sana said, fixing her gaze on you through the mirror. She was putting lipstick on before going back to the set where the rest of the girls were. “I’ve seen you staring”.

Your heart skipped a beat.

“W-what?”

She got up from her chair and turned around to face you. “I’ve noticed your gaze lingers on me for a while before I look at you,” she continued. “And you quickly look away, not allowing me to look at those beautiful eyes”.

You gulped at her words, not understanding what was happening at all.

“I’m not really good at reading signs and as delusional as I can be, I hoped with all my heart that I wasn’t just imagining things,” she said, fidgeting with her fingers, “I even asked the girls and they have been pushing me to confront you for weeks now”.

“S-sana…” you breathed out, your cheeks burning, trying to decide if you were going to deny everything or take a risk, the biggest risk you could ever take.

She giggled. “I noticed the way you look at me, the way your eyes sparkle when we talk,” her eyes still on yours, “and when we are together," she continued, her smile growing more radiant, "you seem to light up. Your entire demeanor changes, as if I have the power to bring joy into your world with just my presence. It is kind of adorable, actually."

You couldn’t help but chuckle at her words. Everything she was saying was real, you felt embarrassed it wasn’t as subtle as you thought it was.

“Why are you doing this?” you asked, your cheeks burning as she took a couple of steps towards you.

She found you extremely cute. 

“I can tell you like me,” she stated, capturing your hand with hers and placing it on her cheek. “I’m just making it easier for the both of us”.

Your eyes widened. 

And she chuckled again.

“You’re so cute,” she said with a big smile, “I was waiting for you to say anything but I decided I had to step up”.

“Sana, I like you”.

“That’s what I wanted to hear,” she whispered, before finally catching your lips with hers. 

After a couple of seconds you pulled back to look at her face. It was happening. Sana liked you back. All of that time thinking it was a one sided thing, Sana was actually waiting for you to do something.

A big smile formed on your face as she caressed your cheek. 

“Kiss me again?” you asked in a whisper.

Sana didn’t have to be asked twice.

[district4loading]

Just Hold Me

Twice Sana x Male reader

6K Words

Content Warning: smut, fluff, really sappy, mentions of depression and abuse, kinda unrealistic elements

Minors DNI

A/N: I came up with the plot for this one with a friend of mine who I met on here not too long ago. Super cool guy who enjoys my fluffier fics so I didn't mind writing this one.

Please enjoy this really... really fluffy fic. More to come!!!

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That's what Sana does, and it's why you know that she's the love of your life.

-

It's the sound of the rain hitting the glass, the endless thudding against your bedroom window that has your attention. You stare at it silently, waiting for her to join you in bed as you lay there cold and almost lifeless. There wasn't anything profound about the harsh rainfall outside, you just needed something—anything—to focus on besides your thoughts.

The rooms dark and everything just feels so heavy. It always gets like this when you're alone. You've gotten better at distracting yourself but on nights like these when there's not one single thing that feels right, it gets so hard.

So you find yourself thinking again, your eyes so empty and lost without any purpose. You were in one of your depressive episodes which came around every few months. You've been able to hide it from her for a while now. You kept a smile on your face, you were never not there for her and you found yourself only letting out your true emotions in the shower or any time you had by yourself.

(Usually in the car right after work)

Being all emotional with Sana is something you never want to do. She's too perfect, too precious, and way too pure to have to deal with the absolute train wreck that you are. Something tells you that you need to be the perfect man for her, be strong, be stoic, be a protector. It's in the back of your mind and it's so loud and persistent that you actually believe it.

You can't be there for her if you're crying in her arms about your problems 

So when you see her beautiful face come through your bedroom door, you suck in every bit of sorrow and somehow manage to force a slight smile. She shuts the door behind her and climbs into bed right where she belongs, wrapped in your arms. You get the covers over you and then there comes the warmth that you've been longing for.

Even with her here, your mind is still going and your thoughts begin to swarm. You're too stuck in your head that you don't even notice the lack of words she spoke or the eerie and unusual silence that continues while she's in bed. You only hold her tighter and for the first time tonight you hear her soft voice and it immediately brings you back to reality.

"Y/n"

You only hum in response, staring into the dark room because the position you were in didn't allow you to face each other. You were both laying on your sides, your arms wrapped around her and your chest pressed flush against her back.

Sana brings her hand up and holds yours that rested on her belly "What's going on with you?"

The tone she uses nearly breaks you. It's how concerned she sounds, how genuinely worried she is about you. "What are you talking about?" You really try to make it seem like you have no idea what she means because you know that she shouldn't have to deal with this.

"You've been coming home from work late, you barely eat, and I feel like I haven't seen you smile in weeks"

Your heart sinks as you realize that you may not have been masking it well like you thought you'd been. Not at all.

You force a chuckle "I'm smiling right now" 

She turns over to face you, the side of her face sinking into the soft pillow as she looks into your eyes with serious worry. She doesn't even crack a smile at your joke. "Stop it, I mean a genuine smile. Something's not right... I can see it in your eyes"

"It's really nothing, I promise. Works just been a little stressful"

"Is that all?" 

"I promise, princess" You reach over to move her hair out of her face, then you caress her cheek.

Sana sees the way you nod and how you're looking into her eyes as you speak. She almost believes it but she still has a feeling that there's something you're not telling her. If only you knew how frightened she is about this sudden change in you. She's watched it happen in real time and it brings this uncomfortable twisting feeling in her stomach. One that comes anytime she thinks about it.

But she reluctantly nods after staring into your eyes for a moment "Okay" Is all she says before initiating a change in position. Sana nudges you to lay on your back then snuggles herself into your side, draping her leg just over your lower abdomen. Her arm comes next, landing on your chest. Then she kisses your cheek "I hope you know that I'll always be here for you if you ever need to talk, I love you" She mumbles into your skin.

"I love you too"

Those were the last words spoken before the silence came back and stayed for good. Sana holds you tight like she thinks you might go somewhere and then she falls asleep, leaving you to think about her words. The look in her eyes is now engrained in your mind. They were almost desperate, looking to you for any answer that could give her some knowledge or anything that she can use to help you. It couldn't be more obvious that you need it.

It's killing her and you haven't noticed until now.  

-

You couldn't sleep much at all and by the morning, you found yourself solemnly sitting on the edge of your bed deep in your thoughts once again. It was getting bad. So bad that you didn't even notice when Sana woke up. The moment her eyes flutter open she almost immediately feels it in the atmosphere—the darkness accompanied by the rain knocking against the window. 

She looks over to the digital clock on the nightstand.

Five AM

"Babe?" Sana mumbles through a stifled yawn, sitting up in the dim room. It's still kind of dark out but she can see you clearly. She rubs the sleep out of her eyes and gives in to a short yawn as she waits for you to hum like you always do, or turn around, or do something to at least acknowledge her presence.

She sits up and scoots over "Please talk to me, you're scaring me" She says it in such a cute and wholesome way with her voice as sweet as honey. She's navigated her way next to you, her feet hanging off the bed as she tugs on the hem of her shirt nervously.

It's only then when you're actually snapped out of every bad thought you were having. You look over into her wide eyes and you open your mouth to say something, to lie and tell her to go back to bed. But you can't because there's a lump in your throat so big you're unable to convey any words so instead you swallow and turn your head away.

"Please"

In one last effort to get you to say something, Sana pushes her hand through the space between your arm and your torso, then she holds your hand and interlocks your fingers. She squeezes her hand and you squeeze back to let her know that you're there. You look over to her one last time and she's silently pleading with her teary eyes. "Sana, I..." You pause and swallow again when your voice wavers.

She perks up "It's okay, take your time baby" She comforts you.

"I never told you but... I've been through a lot in the past and I'm fucked up because of it"

Sana gives you a look. It's pity and it's so prominent that you can't even bring yourself to look her in the eye. She's silent for a moment and you start to worry if it's all too much for her to handle. She shouldn't have to deal with someone who's got tons of baggage. "Why did you feel the need to hide it from me?" She asks as a tear rolls down her cheek. That's not the only one though, following it comes multiple, leaving streaks of clear dripping down her face.

"It's a long story and it doesn't matter now. All I'd be doing is wasting your time if you let me sit here and bitch about my problems all day long. You don't deserve that"

You turn your head away from Sana when you feel a tear threaten to fall and you blink it away as quickly as you can. "I will sit here for days and listen to your story if I have to! I'm your girlfriend, I deserve to hear it" She persists but you only keep your head turned away.

"It's irrelevant" 

A heavy, punishing silence follows your statement and you feel Sana let go of your hand and pull it away. You assume that she's going to let it go like you've told her to but instead she puts her palm flat on your back. There's this feeling of relief you get from it and when she begins to rub softly in circles, you feel comfortable again.

Then you look over to Sana because suddenly she's stopped the comforting motions and her eyes have seemed to go empty and there's this look of devastating shock on her face.

The thing is, she's seeing it all. All of your past experiences, the abuse, the negligence, the bullying, everything. Her breaths turn rapid as she sees it so vivid and clear. Graphic images of the torturous violence you've faced when you couldn't have been more than ten years old and then the nasty words they've said that's engrained so deep into your brain.

"Worthless" "Useless" "disgusting" "Kill yourself"

She hears it loudly echoing in her head then she gasps and a new rush of tears falls from her eyes.

You don't know what's happening but it's fucking terrifying and you try your best to snap her out of this trance-like state. "Sana" You call her name and grab her by the shoulders. Then you shake her a bit and with a blink she seems to be back "Are you okay? What happened?" You ask, your heart racing wildly.

Sana comes back, then she looks into your eyes again. But this time there isn't any pity. It's more-so understanding. Something about her gaze feels like she sees you, like she gets it and you didn't even have to say a word. "Oh" She almost sobs, then she whispers "My baby boy" and she wraps her arms around you.

Your heart melts completely and you finally break.

You cry into her shoulder, your tears staining her top but she could care less about it, she only holds you closer and tighter. She runs her fingers through your hair "My sweet prince" She starts, then she has to breath for a moment "You're perfect... you're enough... you're my everything."

"Sana" You shake your head, trying to reject it all, trying not to feel as much as you are right now.

"No" She pulls away from the hug, then makes a quick move to straddle your lap "I fucking love you... I need you" She holds your face in her hands so you have no choice but to look into her eyes. Those beautiful orbs that are so easy to get lost in. So much so that you don't even notice when she leans in to kiss you until your lips are already connected.

Your eyes shut and so do Sana's as you allow this newfound warmth to bind you. The kiss is so slow and sensual, you move your lips in unison with one another. You understand each other like that. If she parts her lips, you know your tongue should be in her mouth. That's exactly what you do. You lick into her mouth with a passion that tells her how much you love her—how much you need her. "I love you" You mumble into the kiss "I need you" then repeat what she said.

You can taste the salty mix of your tears, but neither of you care, you just continue to enjoy this kiss. It feels so good that you actually forget, you actually can't think of anything but Sana right now. That's all you've ever wanted to do. Your hands run up her top and you get a hold of the warm skin of her bare waist then you pull her closer to you.

Sana's hands leave your face, she grabs a hold of your shoulders and begins to push on them. You take the hint and lean backwards until you're laying flat on the bed with her on top of you. You shuffle around so your feet are also on the bed and she helps out with that. Then in no time, your lips are connected again and now you're back to devouring each other. 

"Please... I need..." Sana mutters through the kiss but then she breaks it completely and puts her hands on your chest "I need you" You nod your head and watch as she pulls her top over her head. You need her just as bad right now in this vulnerable moment when you have so much love to give--she's all you need.

So you take your tank top off, almost missing the way her breasts fall free from her shirt. Sana leans over again and kisses you, there's more passion in it this time and you reach your hands over to feel her body. Her skin is always so soft and warm. Moments later you let your hands gravitate to her breasts and you begin to massage them slowly, almost like you're kneading dough but with a bit less rigor and a bit more care.

She moans softly into your mouth and then she pulls away. Sana looks into your eyes for a moment, then scoots herself back so she's sat on your thighs. She grabs the waistband of your pajama pants and begins to tug on them. You raise your hips and allow her to strip you of your pants along with your boxers.

Sana takes your cock into her hand and pumps you to life with her soft hand (There wasn't much work to do because you were already halfway there). You prop yourself up on your elbows so you can watch the moment she lowers her head and sticks her tongue out. She licks the tip softly with her hand still holding the base firmly and then she takes you into her mouth. The first feeling of her soft, saliva coated lips has a low and long groan forcing its way out of your throat.

Her eyes lock with yours and she begins to descend, her hot mouth taking as much of you as possible. Once her lips, come into contact with her fist she comes back up and starts bobbing her head while she strokes you. "Fuck.. Sana - that feels so... good" You sigh while her velvety tongue scrapes against the underside of your cock.

It's one of the best feelings ever, the best part being that Sana won't take her eyes off of you. Although she can't speak, her eyes tell you everything that you need to know. She's looking at you with so much love and care that it brings you some actual comfort, like you two are the only living beings in the entire universe right now. Anything that matters or has ever mattered is now irrelevant, not even your demons could get to you in this bubble.

That's what Sana does, and it's why you know that she's the love of your life. 

You've known it for a while now but never has there ever been a moment like this thats made the fact so apparent. "I love you" There's a shudder in your voice when you say the words because she's doing everything right. Both her mouth and her hand are working together to please you and it only feels better the sloppier everything gets. 

In a moment, Sana withdraws her mouth with a popping sound following and she begins to jerk you off "I love you more" she smiles, then pokes out her tongue to let it rest against your tip so she can lap up the pre-cum leaking endlessly. "You ready for me?" There's a cute smirk that accompanies the simple question.

"Yes please" You nod and then you watch as she takes off her shorts and panties. Now her completely bare body is exposed to you and everything about it is pure perfection. "You're perfect" You sigh as she climbs on top of you.

Sana only giggles "Not as perfect as you my sweet prince." Her smile makes your pupils dilate nearly ten times as big as they already were. You didn't agree with her, but you let her have this one because there's no use in ruining this beautiful moment with something as morose as self deprecation. It doesn't at all change the fact that her words make you so feel warm inside that it might just be enough to make the thick ice in your cold heart thaw. 

She leans over, laying her soft body on yours and she kisses you softly. Your hands find her waist again—because they're supposed to be there—and you squeeze her supple flesh "I need you... so bad" You mumble the words desperately against her lips and Sana kisses you harder, reaching her hand down to find your cock.

It's throbbing in her hold, only for her and you feel her smile when she notices it. Sana lifts her hips and presses your tip into her entrance, wasting no time to lower herself nice and slow. Her tight cunt grips you firmly as she sinks down and you can't help but moan into her mouth as your nerves begin to register the heat. 

"Fuck" Sana breaks the kiss, her face only millimeters away from yours when her thighs land on your lap. Her face twists up, her jaw clenches and her eyes shut as she tries to get used to the stretch of your thick cock. "Your cock is so fucking..." She grits, exhaling a hot breath against your cheek before raising her hips and slamming them back down.

She connects your lips again and then she begins to ride you, moving her hips up and down in this slowed and steadied rhythm. It has you bucking your hips to meet hers half-way because she feels so fucking good. Sana moans into your mouth freely and loudly, struggling more and more to continue the kiss as she fucks you.

Soon enough, her mouth is hanging open and it's you doing all the work, kissing, licking and sucking her plump lips. 

There's something so perfect about being inside of Sana, especially when she's riding you. Her pussy wraps around you just right, like a tight warm hug (only it's sopping wet). With each movement she makes lighting each one of your nerves on fire to make sure that you feel the almost electric pleasure. It's how she moves her hips with such direction and purpose that has your toes curling and your heart pumping. Then it's the way her cunt clenches occasionally when you're completely buried inside.

Sana's an expert at this, she's mastered the art of riding you at this point in your relationship. She knows exactly what movements make you tick, how to moan your name, how to praise you--all to get you reeling with her name on your lips.

She knows you like the back of her hand.

She lifts herself a bit then plants her hands on your shoulders and she begins to roll her hips back and forth in a way that has your eyes threatening to roll back into your skull but you keep them on her. You have to see it. How perfect her tits look bouncing with the force of her motions, the pleasureful look on her face, the lust in her eyes and the sweat beading on her flushed body. Sana looks too perfect right now for you to miss anything.

"Sana, your pussy... feels so damn good" You moan, hands still holding on so tightly to her waist that you're leaving marks. "I fucking love you" 

"You're so perfect, my love" A warm smile shows on her lips, she takes your hands and interlocks your fingers, pinning your arms to the bed. "I can't imagine... fuck" She moans involuntarily and she's getting close already "I couldn't imagine life without you" She admits through her warm haze.

"I'm not going anywhere, princess" You promise with so much conviction it's like God himself is speaking through you.

Because Sana fucking needs you just as much as you need her and you just can't let this depression eat you alive when you have her.

You won't. 

Sana's the opposite of a liability. She only uplifts you, she makes you feel so good about yourself that you'd think you were on top of the world. She makes life worth all the bad and she's probably the best thing you have in this life. She's someone you can brag about without fail or embarrassment.

That is where you find some hope. Some actual hope in the sea of despair you've been floating lifelessly in.

"I-I'm close" Sana warns, snapping you out of your thoughts and it's definitely coming. You see all the signs. The way her hips stutter, how she's just bouncing her petite ass on your lap with her eyes shut and her bottom lip tucked between her teeth. There's also that pulsing inside of her wet heat that you just can't ignore.

She's right there

When she starts struggling to make her movements smooth, you take her waist back into your hands. Then Sana falls forwards, some of her brown hair getting in your face as you hold her in place tightly so she cant move. Before Sana can even complain about it you're using nothing but your core strength to piston your cock into her at a speed so ungodly it has her jaw dropping.

"Yeah - Yeah just like that, princess. Cum for me" Your voice shakes as you sing her praises because your body could give out at any moment if you keep fucking her like this. You begin to break a sweat, your cock burning up as you fuck her soaked cunt. The noise is filthy. Now that she's gone silent, you can hear it loud and clear. Every sticky squelch when your hips meet the backs of her thighs is so obscenely loud in your ears. "Come on, Sana" You nearly heave into her ear.

Then she begins to shudder and you know you have her when "Ah fuck baby I'm cumming. I'm fucking -" she cuts herself off with a vocal moan. Her slick wets your entire lap, spreading everywhere as her hips go wild in an attempt to ride out her high. You never stopped grinding into her either, all deep and slow inside so she'd feel every inch as she cums. "God" She sighs and then she stops moving and you follow suit.

Sana weakly brings her head up and connects your lips again. You kiss back, immediately pouring your entire heart into this kiss because she deserves it. She deserves everything. When she starts moving again you stop her with your hands "Baby" She whines, then your lips disconnect. She pouts at you "I want to make you cum" She tries moving again but you don't say anything.

You flip her over gently, then get yourself between her legs "I want us to cum together" 

She looks into your eyes then lifts her hand to caress your cheek softly "Whatever you want my sweet prince" You nearly melt at the term of endearment because it makes you feel so connected to her. The genuine tone in her voice accompanied by the softness makes it even more intimate and the 'my' signifying that you're hers because you'll always be. 

It's one of your favorites.

Sana notices how your eyes soften as you look into hers and you don't even break eye contact when you guide your tip towards her begging entrance. As you slide in, her eyebrows furrow, but she keeps looking at you with those big beautiful eyes. You lean over to put your lips on hers once more and that's when you begin to move. 

You make sure Sana feels every single inch, the way you fuck her with such a slow, burning passion. It lights her heart on fire. "I can't - baby.. you're so deep" She's losing it at the angle because nothing compares to the way your cock rubs against her walls, just brushing past all of her tender spots. 

The only thing you do is kiss her harder, your tongue exploring the warm confines of her mouth. Kissing Sana has always been one of your favorite intimate acts to do with her and if she'd let you, you'd have make out sessions that last hours upon hours on end.

Sana takes your lip in between her teeth as you pull away and then she lets go, her moans soft when you pick up the pace. You duck your head into her neck and you begin to kiss, lick and suck on the soft skin "Do whatever you want, I'm yours baby" Sana assures you, running her fingers through your hair as you begin to leave sweet marks on her. 

You increase your speed a bit, not so much that it feels punishing but enough for her to know that she feels so good that you almost can't help yourself. "So wet and tight for me, princess" You growl against her skin and Sana begins to lose her breath.

"Yes - right there - fucking hell baby" Sana gasps, her arms wrapping tightly around your body. She stops herself from scratching even if she wants to and in the back of her mind she know's you would never mind it. 

Either way she only hugs your body close to hers.

"Princess... I hope you're almost there cause... I" You almost whimper the words into her neck.

"Shh- I know baby, just go ahead" She rubs the back of your head in a way that feels so good that it's almost like magic. "Inside" and then a small gasp escapes her lips and before you know it, your cock is spasming inside of her and you're filling her tight cunt, painting those perfect velvety walls white. A choked groan escapes your lips and tears begin to brim your eyelids as the pleasure takes over your entire body. It has you nearly shaking, making the most expressive 'O' face you've made in maybe months.

"Fuck" You groan as you keep thrusting, fucking your load so deep it'll probably slip past her IUD. Then when everything else subsides, your cock almost goes numb as you try your hardest to get Sana there no matter what because she deserves it.

"Don't stop" Sana begs, and her voice sounds so desperate when she does because she's so close. All it took was for her to feel your cock spraying your warm cum inside of her to get her there.

When Sana's chest begins to rise you know you've got her "There you go baby, cum for me" You whisper and that's when a strangled—almost sob-like—moan leaves her mouth. You keep the pace to fuck her though it as she shudders through her orgasm.

You stop completely and you two just lay there in that position for a moment. Soon Sana begins rubbing the smooth skin on your back and you take a deep breath "I love you" you murmur.

"I love you" She begins and you give her a moment to gather her thoughts. You'd give her all the time in the world if you could. "I know I said it already but you can tell me anything. No matter what. I don't care how long it is or how fucked up it is, I want to hear your story. I need to"

"You won't look at me the same after" You mutter weakly, still not moving from where you are.

Sana stays silent for a moment "Yeah, maybe you're right" She starts off and it catches you off guard a bit but then she continues "When I look at you, I'll see someone strong. Stronger than who you were before because whatever you went through, it couldn't have been easy to endure. Most people would've already given up"

You finally decide to get off of her and you sit up on the bed. "How would you even know that?" The question might've seemed harsh but Sana knows you don't mean it like that. The reason you ask is because its scary. So scary that she's saying all the right things.

It's almost like she...

"Because I saw it!" Sana sits up as well, kind of regretting how her words come off "Well, glimpses of it" She corrects, then begins to think again and you allow it because you have no clue what to say at all "When I touched you, before we..." She shakes her head "I saw like... small pieces of everything. I saw the abuse, I heard the words.. I just... I couldn't believe it"

You only tilt your head because it's all you can really bring yourself to do. This revelation is nearly bone chilling and so inconceivable that you force yourself to believe that she's lying whether or not if it was out of character for her to joke or lie in a situation like this. "Sana that's not funny" You sort of scold her, but your voice isn't at all cold about it.

"I'm not joking" She insists.

Then, in your bedroom at maybe seven-ish in the morning, with the rain still hitting the window, Sana explains everything she saw in her visions in detail.

That's when you come to really believe that she isn't joking.

-

The warm water from the shower head cascades down your body smoothly and comfortably, nothing like the harsh rain outside. You wrap your arms around Sana and rest your chin on her shoulder "So if you already saw what I went through, why do I need to re-tell it to you?" are the first words spoken for the entire duration of your time in the shower. 

It started off silent, the two of you cleaning each other and kissing as you enjoyed the hot water and each others presence. It was a well needed contrast from the endless talking you did in the bedroom just before. You can see the soft smile on Sana's face in the reflection of the glass door "Well, I didn't see everything" She turns around in your arms "and it'll be good for you to say it out loud, I mean I don't expect you to be better in a day. I get that it takes time but-"

Sana stops talking when you put your lips on hers, leaving a small peck on her lips. "Listen princess, you're not my therapist. I don't wanna dump that burden on you. You understand that it wouldn't be good for us, right?" It's true, treating your significant other like a therapist can lead to many bumps in a relationship. But maybe that's just another excuse as to why you've been hiding everything from Sana.

"Oh? Where'd you learn that?"

"The internet" You shrug

Sana puts her hand on your bare chest and looks into your eyes, with those loving eyes. "Well, I may not be a licensed therapist but it's important for me to know because I'm your girlfriend and I want you to be able to open up to me like I open up to you about everything" You open your mouth to say something else but Sana shushes you then she reaches for the shampoo "Now wash my hair for me, pretty please?" You can't help but smile because she's so adorable.

When Sana turns around and tilts her head back, you grumble "I still think its super weird that you have like... superpowers."

"How do you think I feel? I'm still freaked out about it" She whines playfully as you lather her hair in her shampoo. The scent is warm and floral and you can't help but lose your breath trying to inhale more and more of it. It's one of those scents that only Sana has. So to you, it quite literally belongs to her, no matter who else may use it.

-

"The rain stopped" You mutter softly to the girl laying on your chest with her leg thrown over you. Sana only hums at your realization and you turn over to look at the window. It's covered by your curtains because you've both decided to go back to sleep but you can still see the sun peaking through.

You smile softly, thinking about how you agreed to tell her everything when you wake up. It doesn't feel scary anymore. In fact, you were actually looking forward to getting everything off your chest. You know you'll probably end up crying in front of her again--which you're still a bit embarrassed about--but you also know that she'll be there to hold you and knowing her she'll probably cry too.

That's when you eventually doze off, and for once it's easy.

"Babe?" Sana calls your name but she only hears your heavy breathing and from that she concludes that you're asleep. She innocently shifts just a bit to make herself more comfy and it happens again.

She sees something

At first it's kind of blurry so it's difficult for her to make out but as it gets clearer, she realizes that it's the both of you cuddling in bed together.

Then just like that, it's gone. Sana jumps, a small gasp escaping her lips and it wakes you up. "Whats wrong princess?" You ask tiredly, blinking when you notice the tears running down her cheeks. "Bad dream?" 

Sana only shakes her head "No... baby, it's beautiful" she cries. You try to sit up because you're really concerned but Sana stops you. "Just let me hold you" She sniffles and you reluctantly nod, allowing her to wrap her arms around you the best as she can.

You're put at ease because she doesn't seem sad at all.

It's almost like she's right where she wants to be.

[kpoplustzone]

Game of Nine part 3- hot spring weekend MOMO AND SANA

OC X SANA X MOMO

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This was a public event, and Sana, the focus of it all, was radiating a different kind of energy. Momo, bubbling with excitement about seeing her family, peeled off as soon as they landed, leaving Kiho and Choi Hyuk to accompany Sana to the Missha event.

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The venue was packed, thousands of fans and reporters buzzing with anticipation. When Sana finally appeared on stage, the crowd went wild. And damn, did she look like a wet dream in human form. Her dress was this slinky, red number that hugged every single curve of her body, showing off her tiny waist and the way her perky boobs pushed against the fabric. It was short, too, scandalously short, barely grazing her smooth thighs, making Kiho’s cock twitch just looking at her. The way she moved, all graceful and confident, just made her look even hotter. Every smile she flashed sent waves of pure, unadulterated lust through the crowd, and Kiho felt a familiar stirring in his pants. He glanced at Choi Hyuk, who had this look of stunned admiration on his face, probably thinking the same dirty thoughts Kiho was. Sana was working her magic, her sexy attire and natural charm weaving a spell over everyone in that place. Kiho could only imagine how good it would feel to peel that dress off her and explore every inch of that breathtaking body.

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So this recent Missha event, Sana was wearing this tight, short purple dress that looked like it was practically painted on her body. The color alone made her skin look so smooth and inviting, and the way it clung to her curves was enough to make any red-blooded man’s cock hard as a rock. The dress was short, like borderline indecently short, stopping way above her knees and showing off her killer legs, those smooth, toned thighs that you just wanted to reach out and touch. The neckline wasn't too low, but it perfectly framed her shoulders and the subtle curve of her cleavage, hinting at the perky boobs underneath without giving away too much. It was the kind of dress that screamed "come hither" without saying a single word, and every move Sana made, every little sway of her hips, just made that dress – and her body – look even more fuckable.

After the whirlwind of the Missha event, with Sana basking in the adoration of thousands, she and Momo decided they needed a relaxing weekend getaway to unwind. A hot spring in the Japanese countryside seemed like the perfect escape. Of course, being idols, they couldn’t exactly go alone. So, Kiho and Choi Hyuk, along with a few staff members – maybe three or four clueless souls – were tagged along for the "chaperone" duties. But Kiho and Choi Hyuk knew better; this wasn't just about holding hands and singing Kumbaya. 

The thought of seeing Sana and Momo in their yukatas, their skin glowing from the hot spring water, was enough to make Kiho's cock hard just thinking about it. And with a secluded hot spring and a whole weekend ahead of them

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[twice-inamillion]

Twice Series 

Surprise Visit 

Fluff, Angst, Smut

Chapter 251

2,300 Words

(A visit to the doctor’s office. Good news or bad news? Is fate to repeat itself? Momo, Sana and OC’s relationship is tested.)

You’re woken up to a pair of hands shaking you as you sleep, “Oppa, wake up.” “Yeah, wake up, oppa.” 

You try to open your eyes and see two silhouettes, “What’s going on?” You continue to feel them shaking you, hitting your arm and saying, “Get up and get ready.”

”Why?”

Sana responds, “We have a doctor’s appointment; we both are having our ultrasound.” Your eyes widen to her statement, “Wait, really?”

“Yes, didn’t you tell him Momo?” 

Momo looks away and says, “Oh, I forgot. Haha.” You watch as Sana smacks Momo in the arm and says, “I told you to tell him!” “Sorry, I was, but Nayeon and Momo got my attention, and I forgot.” 

“What time is the appointment?”

”In about two hours,” says Sana. 

You immediately get up and head to the shower to take a quick rinse. Sana laughs as she watches you rush to put on some clothes, “Oppa, don’t rush. You’re going to hurt yourself.”

”But, we’re running late. How far is it?”

”The same place that Jihyo and Mina went to.”

”That’s about an hour away. We need to leave if we’re going to make it. Go get Momo, and I’ll meet the two of you at the front.”

You head to the garage, get into your SUV, and pull up to the front of the house. With Sana and Momo waiting, you help them with their bags, “Okay. Do you both have everything you need? Something to drink, masks, phones, or snacks?”

Momo replies, “Yes, I made sure to bring a bag full of snacks.” 

“Is that why you have that large bag?” asks Sana. 

With a large smile, she responds, “Yup!”

”Omg…” Sana shakes her head at Momo's response. “Oppa, we’re good. You can drive now.”

You drive down the long driveway until you get to the large metal gate, “Okay, it’s going to be an hour's drive, so this is the last chance we have to turn back. Are you both good?” The two of them nod, and you head down the private road before going on the public highway. 

After an hour of driving you arrive at the clinic and park at the back of the building. A nurse with a face shield and face exits the door and asks, “Appointment for Hirai and Minatozaki?”

“Yes.” 

“Would you mind parking between those two lines?” says the person, pointing at the parking spot. “We need to take a quick covid test and take your temperature before allowing you in the building.”

“Okay.” 

You park and wait for a set of nurses to arrive with a small cart. They ask each of you to roll the window down and shove a long Q-tip up each of your noses. Momo and Sana whine about how uncomfortable it is, but try their best to bear the pain.

“I guess we’ll have to wait a few minutes to get our results.” 

Momo asks, “We should be good, right? We haven’t gone out or anything in a while.” 

“I think so.” 

After fifteen minutes, they say, “All three of your results are negative. The ones with appointments can come in; they need to wear masks.” 

They nod and put on their mask. Sana asks, “What about him? Can he come too?” 

The nurse looks at you, then back at Sana and asks, “Who is he?” 

With a smile and a cute laugh, she responds, “He’s the father.” 

“Okay. He can come.” 

The nurse looks at Momo and asks, “Will the father be arriving too?” 

With a smirk, Momo says, “No, he’s here. He is the father, too.” 

The two nurses look at each other, surprised by the response. “Okay, you three can come inside. Just wear a mask, sir.” 

You put on your mask and follow them into the room. The nurses tell you to wait in the waiting room while they get their basic check-up. You text Jihyo, “Made it into the clinic. Just waiting on Momo and Sana,” and hit send.

After fifteen minutes of sitting in the waiting room, a nurse appeared, ”You can come into Ms. Hirai’s room.” She leads the way, and you see Momo lying on the examination table with the doctor and Sana in the room. You watch the doctor grab a clear bottle and pour a clear gel on Momo’s stomach.

”Haha, it’s cold.” 

“Sorry, Ms. Hirai, I should've warned you earlier.” 

“It’s okay.”

“I’m going to place the transducer on your stomach so we can get a visual of the fetus.” 

“Okay.” 

Everyone’s attention is towards the monitor as the doctor moves the transducer in a circular motion, spreading the gel around. As the device goes down Momo’s stomach, it suddenly stops. Sana says, “Is that the baby?”

”Yes, that's the fetus. You can see the baby's body, right there, the arms, legs, nose, and the outline of the eyes.”

Momo surprisingly replies, “It’s so small. I can’t believe I have a small person in me.”

”It is small, about the size of a bell pepper, about 22 centimeters.” 

Sana watches curiously at the monitor and says, “Look, Momo, it's moving” as the fetus’s leg twitches. 

“Haha, it did. Can't feel it.”

”As you progress through your pregnancy, you’ll feel the movement.”

You suddenly interrupted and asked, “Doctor, is the baby healthy?” 

“Yes, from what I can tell and the exam earlier, it seems like everything is going well. Obviously, it is important to take care of the pregnant person’s overall health, but everything looks good.”

”Okay, thanks.”

”I’m happy you have questions.”

Momo suddenly asks, “Sorry, doc, I have a question.”

”Yes?”

”Is it okay to still have sex?”

The doctor’s expression seems like she was caught off guard, but quickly responds, “Ye… yes. There is no issue with having sexual intercourse. As long as you and your partner are taking care of yourselves, you should be okay.”

”Okay. Thanks.”

”Of course. Now, if there are no more questions, I can send you a small video and some pictures. 

“That’d be great.”

”Now, it’s Ms. Minatozaki’s turn.”

Nervously, Sana responds, “Yes.” She lies on the examination table and lifts her blouse, waiting for the doctor to pour the clear gel. She giggles as the gel touches her skin, causing everyone in the room to smile.

Like before, the doctor uses the transducer to search for the small fetus. As the device moves, you hear Sana try to keep her laughing at a minimum, “Haha, it tickles.” 

“There you go,” says the doctor as she points at the monitor, showing the fetus in view. 

“Omg… It’s so little” says Sana, she tries to hold back tears.

“Yes, we can see most of its body parts. If you look closely, you can see its heart beating and its bloody vessels. If you listen closely, you can hear its heart beating.”

The room stays quiet as you all try to hear. It’s hard to make up the sound, but with enough concentration, you can listen to the small sound of a heart. “You hear that, oppa? It’s the baby’s heart. It’s real.”

“Yes, I hear it.” 

You watch as tears well up in Sana’s eyes, realizing she’s getting another chance at motherhood. “Hwaiting! You can do it, little one!”

The ride home is silent, both members are in the back seats with Sana looking at the ultrasound photo while Momo is dead asleep. You try your best to give Sana space, but you want to reassure her that everything will be okay. 

Meanwhile, during the ride back, Sana takes out a small diary and turns the pages. It’s one of her many dairies, but this one is more special than the rest. Turning the page, she gets to the one she’s looking for, a copy of a previous ultrasound. “There’s my baby boy. Just want to introduce you to your baby sister or brother.” She places both photos together, imagining a future where her baby boy could have been with her.

“Hope you’re doing well wherever you are. Please watch over your baby sister/brother so it can be born safely,” she says as she holds her stomach. 

It’s been over a year since his passing, but Sana remembers it like yesterday. It took some time to come to terms with the grief, but I was able to do so with the help of everyone.

She says, “I’m going to ensure you’re born no matter what.” The excitement in her words brings back memories of her first pregnancy and the preparation for the baby to arrive. She looks at her diary and her checklist of things to do. “I’ll need to order some things.” 

The three of you arrive at the house and park at one of the guest houses. With the pandemic in full swing, you and Jihyo decided to quarantine for a few days to make sure there is no chance of infection. 

“Remember, we’ll be living here for the next few days, so try to make yourself at home.” The members go upstairs to the second floor and choose their room. “Oppa, did they bring our stuff?”

“Yes, it’s in the living room. I’ll bring it back up after calling Jihyo.” 

You enter the living room and see multiple duffel bags, which you take to Sana and Momo’s rooms. “Here are your things. The room might be as big as yours, but it should be good for the next few days.” 

————-

You hang up the phone after wishing your children goodnight. It’s only been a few hours, and you already miss them. Being a busy day, you decide to head in for the night and wash up. 

You exit the bathroom, turn on the bedroom light, and see two cowlicks hiding in the covers. “What are you two doing here?”

Realizing they’ve been found, Sana lowers the bedsheet and says, “It’s a new place and we feel lonely without the members. Can we sleep with you?”

You turn to Momo, who still has the covers over her head, and say, “I know you’re there.” She pulls it down and replies, “Like Sana said, we’re lonely. Let us sleep with you. The least you can do after getting us pregnant.”

“Fine. Make space.” 

You climb into the bed, making your way to the middle. Momo looks at you in surprise and asks, “I thought you slept semi-nude.” 

“I do, but both of you are here.” 

“I don’t mind catching a glimpse, haha.” 

“I’m going to send you back.” 

“Sorry.” 

You wrap your arms around Sana and bring her closer with her head on your chest. “Oppa, I love the way you smell.” 

“Yeah, he smells good,” replies Momo.

“It’s just my natural scent.”

“Still, you smell good.”

“Okay. Go to sleep.”

“Night.” 

———

Halfway through your sleep, you’re woken up by cold feet between your thighs and a hand inside your boxers. You lift the sheets and see Momo’s inside grabbing onto your cock. 

Slowly, you try to remove her hand, but her grip strengthens. You whisper, “Momo, wake up, you’re grabbing onto my cock.” She opens her eyes and smiles, “I was cold and you were so warm. How about I return the favor?”

She doesn’t give you time to respond as she pumps you. “This is just a gift for keeping me warm…” You try to push your hand off, “Wait… Momo… not here…” 

“Why not? Don’t you like it?”

“Sana is here too.”

”She’s sleeping, though, so it doesn’t matter.” She continues to pump your cock, waking it from its slumber. “Fuck, I can feel your cock getting hard. You like it, huh?” 

You try your best to keep yourself from groaning but the way she worked your cock was something else. “Fuck Momo, you’re something else.” 

“But you like it, right?”

”I do.”

”Then don’t worry about it and enjoy it.” 

Momo continues to play with your cock, teasing you. Every time you feel like you’re about to burst, she lets go, only for her to start over. This continues multiple times, and as you’re about to reach your peak, you hear a gentle yawn. Momo immediately lets go and laughs silently at the idea of getting caught.

”Let’s stop, I don't want Sana to wake up.”

”Fine… you’re lame,” says Momo before giving you her back.

———-

Again, you’re woken up, but this time you feel a wet sensation on your fingers. You turn around and feel Sana’s heavy breathing and blissful expression. You feel as her fingers guide yours towards her precious region. “So wet…” 

Sana opens her eyes, snapping out of a trance and back to reality. She lets her hand go and gently apologizes, “Oppa, I’m sorry. I… I…” 

“It’s okay… I understand…”

You embrace her, bringing her body close to you as her belly presses against your strong build. “Let me help you, but try to keep quiet, okay.” Sana nods, “Okay.”

With her consent, you begin to trace your fingers against her plump lips, teasing her. She softly coos as she enjoys your affection towards her pregnant body. Seeing her response, you continue, increasing the pressure. 

“Oppa, I’m soo horny… don’t stop please…”

You enjoy her pleas, the sight of her begging you for more. It’s your responsibility to ensure the needs of the woman carrying your child. You slowly insert your fingers inside her hot and slimy cunt, “Ahh… Oppa… I’m cumming…”

Suddenly, you feel a pair of hands press against your back and a loud voice, “Sana, that's not fair… I want a turn too…”

[kyunghwannie]

"Second Chances" (Part:1)

Yoo Jeongyeon x M!Reader

➤Genre: Romance, Smut, Second Chances in Love, Slight and minor little angst(?)

➤Tags: It's just fluffy lovemaking (Still a smut though)

➤Teaser: Losing the one you loved doesn’t mean you can't find that love in someone else. Because you certainly changed her mind about that. (A/n: Small rant: I hate the 1000 Block limit)

Chapter 1: A Night to Remember

Scene: Jeongyeon’s House – Late Afternoon

The sun peeked through the half-drawn curtains, casting a soft orange hue across the modest living room. Toys were scattered here and there—plastic dinosaurs, crayons without caps, a half-built LEGO tower leaning like it was exhausted too.

Jeongyeon stood in the kitchen, sleeves rolled up, a pot simmering quietly on the stove. She stirred out of habit more than need, her eyes drifting toward the living room where her five-year-old son was sprawled out on the carpet, deeply engrossed in a cartoon.

There was peace in this routine. And a quiet loneliness she didn’t talk about.

"You should really get a dishwasher," came Nayeon’s voice from behind as she leaned against the kitchen counter, munching on a baby carrot she’d stolen from the fridge.

Jeongyeon didn’t even flinch. "You should really stop showing up uninvited."

"Please. You’d miss me if I didn’t." Nayeon smirked, tossing a piece of carrot toward Jeongyeon, who dodged it with the grace of someone who’d been friends with her too long.

"Don’t encourage her," Jihyo chimed in as she stepped through the front door, holding a bag of groceries. "You know how she gets when she's bored."

Jeongyeon shot both women a tired look but smiled anyway. "You two act like you don’t have lives of your own."

"We do," Jihyo said cheerfully, placing the bag on the kitchen counter. "But this is more fun."

"Intervention, actually," Nayeon added, brushing imaginary lint from her jeans. "We came for a mission."

Jeongyeon raised an eyebrow. "A mission."

"Operation: You-Need-To-Get-Laid," Nayeon said with zero shame and both hands in the air like she was announcing a game show prize.

Jeongyeon blinked slowly. "You’re unbelievable."

"No, she’s just observant," Jihyo defended, lifting out a bottle of wine and setting it aside like a prop. "And she’s right. When was the last time you went out just for yourself? No kid. No work. Just... Jeongyeon."

There was a pause. Jeongyeon stirred the soup again, slower this time.

"It’s been five years, hasn’t it?" Nayeon asked, her tone softening. "Since he passed."

Jeongyeon didn’t answer, but the shift in her posture said enough.

"You’re still young, Jeong," Jihyo said gently. "You deserve more than just bedtime stories and reheated soup."

From the living room, her son let out a laugh—small, pure, and full of joy. Jeongyeon’s lips curled into a faint smile.

"He’s enough."

"He’s your whole world, we know," Nayeon replied, stepping closer. "But you’re still part of that world too. You can’t forget yourself forever."

Jeongyeon met her eyes, and for the first time in a long time, she didn’t push the thought away instantly.

Jeongyeon leaned against the counter, arms crossed now, as if trying to shield herself from the invisible pull of their words.

"I'm serious, guys," she said, though her voice was softer. "I’m not ready for... anything like that."

"No one's asking you to marry a stranger," Nayeon replied, leaning her hip on the counter, voice smooth. "We just want you to remember what it feels like to be noticed. To laugh with someone new. To look at a man and know he’s looking right back at you—not because you're a mom, or a widow... but because you're you."

Jeongyeon’s throat tightened. She looked away, but Jihyo stepped into her line of sight, eyes shining—not with pity, but with affection.

"You're still beautiful, Jeong," Jihyo whispered. "You still deserve to feel adored."

"You act like I’ve turned into a ghost," Jeongyeon mumbled with a light chuckle, trying to defuse the weight in the air.

"You act like you’re not the most effortlessly stunning person in any room you walk into," Nayeon shot back, flashing her a look. "Do you know what it’s like watching men glance your way when we go shopping? Or that barista last week who practically melted handing you that latte?"

"He spilled milk on his own shoe," Jeongyeon said dryly.

"Exactly," Nayeon grinned. "You're still magnetic. But you’ve locked all that charm away like it’s a sin."

Jihyo stepped closer, voice softer now—more persuasive than pushy.

"We’re not trying to push you into anything," she said, gently taking Jeongyeon's hand. "But tonight... let yourself just exist. No titles. No expectations. Just Jeongyeon. Let her breathe a little."

"Let her dance," Nayeon added, her eyes twinkling. "Let her flirt. Hell, let her be kissed."

Jeongyeon held back a smile, but it flickered at the corner of her lips. The warmth in the room shifted, like the wind had changed direction.

"And if something... or someone... catches your eye," Jihyo said, squeezing her hand, "you don’t have to run from it. You’re allowed to want more."

"More what?" Jeongyeon asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Nayeon stepped beside her and whispered with a teasing smile, "More smiles. More sparks. Maybe... more hands in your hair and whispers in your ear. You know. The good kind."

Jeongyeon rolled her eyes, but she was laughing now—and the laugh sounded like a piece of her long buried under grief had peeked out again.

"You two are dangerous."

"No," Jihyo said, tugging her toward the hallway. "We’re your best friends."

"And tonight," Nayeon added, already flinging open Jeongyeon’s closet, "we're your fairy godmothers. Now go shower. You're not wearing those mom jeans to meet your destiny."

As Nayeon tore through outfit after outfit, tossing half of Jeongyeon’s closet onto the bed with theatrical grunts, Jihyo remained quiet—just watching her best friend with that knowing, grounded look only she ever truly mastered.

Jeongyeon sat on the edge of her bed, arms limp at her sides, her smile from earlier fading into something more solemn. She stared out the window, watching the sun dip lower, as if uncertain whether she should let the night arrive.

"You know what this feels like?" she said softly. "Like I’m betraying him."

The room stilled. Even Nayeon froze mid-blouse toss, her arms half-raised.

"Jeong..." Jihyo said carefully, stepping forward.

"I know you two mean well," Jeongyeon continued, not looking at them. "But every time I think about putting on a dress, or letting someone flirt with me, I see his face. And it hurts. It makes me feel like I’m choosing someone else over him."

Her voice trembled on the last word.

And that’s when Jihyo stepped in—slowly, purposefully—and knelt in front of her.

"You’re not choosing someone else over him," she said, taking Jeongyeon’s hand. "You’d be choosing someone because of him."

Jeongyeon blinked, eyes glossing.

"You remember that letter he wrote?" Jihyo asked gently. "The one you let us read that night after the funeral... when the baby was just a few months old?"

Jeongyeon swallowed hard.

"I remember."

"Then you remember what he said in the last paragraph," Jihyo pressed, squeezing her hand. "That he didn’t want to be the reason you stopped living. That if you ever found someone who made your heart skip again... someone who could hold your hand when things get quiet and the grief comes creeping back... he wanted you to take it. Take the chance."

Jeongyeon’s lips parted like she might speak—but no words came.

"That’s not betrayal, Jeong," Jihyo said softly. "That’s honoring him. He gave you permission to keep loving. Because he knew you’d have so much of it left after he was gone."

Nayeon slowly walked over, holding a soft navy dress in her hands—simple, elegant, understated.

"You’re not forgetting him," she said, her voice quiet for once. "You’re just remembering yourself."

A silence settled, deep and meaningful. Then finally—after what felt like a century—Jeongyeon exhaled.

Long. Shaky.

And nodded.

"Okay."

Nayeon’s eyes widened. "Okay?!"

Jeongyeon smiled, this time with something lighter in her chest. "Okay. I’ll go."

"Girl, you better—!" Nayeon squealed, rushing forward and throwing the dress into Jeongyeon’s lap.

"But if I end up in the news for kicking some sleazy guy’s shin," Jeongyeon warned, pointing at them, "I’m blaming both of you."

"Please. With that face, that voice, and those legs? They’ll be the ones crawling to you," Nayeon grinned.

Jihyo chuckled. "Let’s just get her ready before she changes her mind."

The navy dress was gently set aside as Nayeon sprang to her feet with a dramatic gasp.

"No, no—wait! I just remembered something better."

Jeongyeon blinked. "Better than that?"

Nayeon darted out of the room like a storm on heels, yelling from the hallway,

"Jihyo, remember that vintage dress we got on that impulse shopping trip last year? The one we said Jeong would never agree to wear?"

Jihyo's eyes lit up. "The polka dot one with the pleats and the bow?!"

"Yes!! Get the steamer ready!"

Jeongyeon raised an eyebrow, skeptical but too exhausted to argue.

"You two are acting like I’m about to walk a red carpet."

Jihyo shot her a look. "You’re walking into a bar with us. That’s our red carpet."

Moments later, Nayeon returned, dress draped over her arms like she was presenting a priceless treasure.

"Tada!" she beamed.

Jeongyeon’s eyes widened. It was beautiful—more than she expected. The fabric shimmered subtly under the light, the light beige and dark green tones catching her breath. Black polka dots danced across it with just enough flair to be playful. Ruffles framed the front and sleeves, not in an overpowering way, but enough to make a statement. The bowtie neckline sat just beneath the striped high collar, all wrapped up in vintage sophistication.

"You seriously expect me to wear that?" Jeongyeon asked, eyeing the sheer sleeves and dark green pleated panels along the sides.

"I expect you to wear it and make men cry," Nayeon replied proudly.

After a few playful protests and a whole lot of laughter, Jeongyeon found herself standing in front of the full-length mirror, now dressed—unrecognizably so.

Nayeon was behind her, carefully working on her hair. A few elegant twists, pinned and tucked, turned her soft brown strands into a messy updo, with a couple wispy tendrils curling by her cheeks and ears. A faint spritz of floral mist hung in the air.

"I look..."

Jeongyeon didn’t finish the sentence. She couldn’t.

Jihyo, sitting on the edge of the bed, gave her a soft, satisfied smile. "Like a woman who deserves to be loved again."

"You’re not just a mom," Nayeon added, tying the bow around Jeongyeon’s collar. "You’re still you. And tonight, we want the world to remember that too."

Jeongyeon looked at herself in the mirror. The dress, the hair, the gentle blush of makeup across her cheeks—it was like seeing a memory of someone she used to be, but now stronger, wiser... ready to feel again.

And in her chest, something fluttered. Not fear. Not guilt.

Something closer to hope.

The sound of the front door creaking open was followed by a sudden thud and a loud:

"AUNTY CHAEYOUNG!"

A flurry of small footsteps galloped across the hallway tiles before Jeongyeon’s son, Minjae, launched himself toward the door like a mini cannonball. The boy’s squeal of excitement echoed through the house.

"I’m here! I’m here! I brought snacks, I brought games, and—yes—I brought slime!" Chaeyoung’s voice rang out with chaotic energy, right before Minjae practically tackled her knees.

"SLIME?!" he gasped in awe, his voice bouncing with uncontainable joy.

"Shhh! Indoor voices, tiny human," Chaeyoung teased, ruffling his hair before tossing her oversized tote bag onto the couch.

She crouched down to his level, holding up two fists like she was unveiling treasure.

"Okay, tonight’s options: galaxy slime, or... glow-in-the-dark dinosaur goo. Choose wisely, young warrior."

Minjae’s eyes nearly popped out of his head. "BOTH!"

"Wrong answer," Chaeyoung grinned, scooping him up and spinning him once. "But I like your spirit!"

From the hallway, Nayeon called out,

"Don’t spoil him too much or he’s going to start thinking you’re the fun mom!"

Chaeyoung peeked around the corner with Minjae clinging to her like a backpack.

"I am the fun mom. Just ask him."

Minjae stuck his tongue out at his actual mother. "She lets me eat ice cream before dinner!"

Jeongyeon stepped into the living room, her arms crossed—but a smile tugging at her lips.

"And that’s why I said no sugar tonight, Son Chae."

"Relax, I brought sugar-free fruit snacks. I’m not trying to turn him into a raccoon," Chaeyoung said with faux offense, setting Minjae down gently. The boy immediately ran toward the kitchen, yelling something about showing her his new toy spaceship.

As soon as he disappeared, Chaeyoung walked over to Jeongyeon, her eyes traveling up and down with impressed delight.

"Whoa."

"What?" Jeongyeon asked, fidgeting with the sleeve of her dress.

Chaeyoung gave a slow whistle. "I didn’t know we were sending royalty to the bar. Who are you and what did you do with Minjae’s mom?"

Jeongyeon flushed. "I feel ridiculous."

"You look beautiful," Chaeyoung said sincerely, placing a hand on Jeongyeon’s shoulder. "Like... vintage Chanel magazine-cover beautiful."

"I told you!" Nayeon shouted from the kitchen, grabbing a juice box for Minjae.

Jihyo appeared behind her, holding Jeongyeon's coat like a fashion stylist on standby.

"Honestly, if you don’t get hit on at least twice tonight, I’m filing a complaint with the universe."

Jeongyeon rolled her eyes, a smile tugging at the corner of her mouth.

"You three are too much."

"You’ve been ‘too little’ for too long," Nayeon murmured, her voice softening.

Chaeyoung caught the tone and stepped back, giving them their moment. "Don’t worry. I’ll make sure this little whirlwind is fed, washed, and not jumping off furniture. Go be hot, have fun, and come back with a mysterious story I can pretend to believe."

Jeongyeon turned to her, gaze grateful. "Thank you, really. I don’t think I’d feel comfortable leaving him with anyone else."

Chaeyoung smiled. "Hey, he’s my favorite human under four feet. You deserve one night where your name isn’t ‘Mommy.’"

Minjae came running back, clutching his spaceship in one hand and a crayon in the other. "Aunty Chae! Look, I made him a jetpack! Wanna help me draw fire?"

Chaeyoung dropped to the floor like it was her natural habitat. "Let’s make it explode!"

As Minjae giggled and dove onto the living room rug with her, Jeongyeon stood watching for a moment. The sound of her son's laughter, the softness in the air, the gentle tug of her ruffled dress—it all swirled into a moment of stillness in her heart.

Maybe... just maybe... tonight could be a good thing.

Maybe she was ready to feel something new.

The car engine purred to life as Jihyo pulled out of Jeongyeon's driveway, the city lights starting to flicker in the distance like they were winking at them.

Jeongyeon sat in the passenger seat, her hands clutched around her purse like it was a lifeline. In the backseat, Nayeon had already kicked off her heels and was cranking up the volume on the car stereo.

“Okay, I need to set the tone for tonight,” Nayeon announced. “We’re not going out with the ghost of Jeongyeon’s past clinging to her ruffles. We’re going out with her future sitting on her neckline like a damn diamond.”

Jihyo laughed. “Preach, Sister Pastor.”

Jeongyeon turned with a sigh. “I didn’t even want to come out in the first place, you maniacs.”

“And yet,” Nayeon drawled, sliding forward to point at Jeongyeon’s legs, “those silky stockings say otherwise. Don’t lie to us with your mouth when your calves are giving single-but-open-to-fun.”

“She’s right,” Jihyo added, grinning as she switched lanes. “Your dress says Downtown Abbey, but your eyes say Downtown Daddy.”

Jeongyeon groaned, covering her face. “Why did I let you two do this to me?”

Nayeon reached forward and gently tugged at the bowtie at Jeongyeon’s neck. “Because deep down, under all that ‘Mom Mode,’ there’s still a woman who misses feeling wanted. Touched. Adored. You don’t have to marry someone tonight, Jeong. Just remember what it feels like to be the center of someone’s attention.”

Jihyo nodded, voice softening. “You were always the quiet beauty. The kind people don’t forget. You didn’t stop being that just because life got hard.”

Jeongyeon didn’t reply for a moment, staring out the window as streetlights brushed across her face in a golden rhythm.

“He really wanted this for me,” she murmured.

“Who?” Jihyo asked gently.

“My husband.” Jeongyeon smiled faintly. “He left me a letter. Said he knew I’d bury myself in motherhood and grief. Told me I deserved to smile again. Even if that smile came from someone else.”

The car fell into a still silence.

Even Nayeon, who was rarely quiet, simply leaned forward and rested a hand on Jeongyeon’s shoulder. “Then tonight... we honor him by letting you feel alive again.”

Jeongyeon swallowed hard, blinking away the unexpected sting behind her lashes. “God. Why do you two have to make me cry right before I walk into a bar?”

“Don’t worry,” Nayeon smirked. “If your mascara runs, just cry on some hot guy’s shirt. Works every time.”

“I’m not you.”

“No one is.” Nayeon leaned back smugly. “But tonight? You’re my protégé. Mama Bunny’s teaching you how to flirt again.”

“I don’t need flirting lessons.”

“You haven’t flirted in five years, Jeongyeon. That’s like... 35 in Flirt Years. You're practically a fossil.”

“Then you’re my fossil friends dragging me into extinction.”

Jihyo cracked up, slapping the steering wheel. “Shut up, that was actually good.”

“See?” Nayeon grinned, reaching over the seat to nudge Jeongyeon’s arm. “The sass is returning. She’s back, baby.”

“Halfway back,” Jeongyeon muttered. “Still feel like vomiting.”

“Totally normal,” Jihyo replied. “That’s just your body rebooting its hot-girl system. Happens to all of us after a dry spell.”

Nayeon tapped on her phone and held it up as a familiar beat filled the car.

“Okay. Final prep song. Cue confidence.”

The unmistakable bass of Doja Cat’s “Woman” flooded the car, and Nayeon howled.

“JEONGYEON, CLAIM YOUR INNER GODDESS!”

As the beat picked up, Jeongyeon couldn’t help but laugh, covering her mouth as her two best friends screamed lyrics and danced like lunatics in a moving vehicle. It was wild. Ridiculous. Loud.

But it was also warm.

It was home.

And somewhere between the thumping bass and the city lights growing brighter, Jeongyeon realized...

Maybe she was ready.

Meanwhile…

You tug your jacket over your shoulders and slide into the driver’s seat of your modest but clean car, the scent of worn leather and fresh air settling into your lungs like a balm.

The key turns. The engine hums awake.

It’s been a good day. A quietly fulfilling one.

Not loud. Not thrilling. But the kind that leaves a gentle smile tugging at the corner of your lips—like something inside you has finally exhaled.

“Alright,” you mumble to no one in particular, eyes on the soft orange hues bleeding into the horizon. “Just a drink. A soft seat. And a little music.”

It wasn’t about meeting someone. It never was.

You weren’t dressed like a man on the hunt—no cologne, no sharp-cut blazer, no coldblooded swagger. Just a loose button-up rolled to the elbows, slightly tousled hair from the breeze, and a book still sitting in the passenger seat like your most loyal companion.

The city moved around you like a lazy river. Headlights flickered past. Some couple laughed on a sidewalk. A dog barked in the distance.

You tapped your fingers against the steering wheel in rhythm with the faint hum of jazz spilling from the radio.

You weren’t rugged. Or overpowering. There was nothing loud in your presence.

But people noticed you.

The way your eyes lingered just a second longer on a moment. How your words seemed like they were chosen from a shelf of poetry instead of a bin of clichés. How you smiled like you’d seen heartbreak... and forgiven it.

You were the type that women remembered long after forgetting the names of men who shouted for their attention.

“Peace and a pint,” you muttered, parking outside a small tucked-away bar you’d passed a dozen times but never entered.

It didn’t look wild.

It looked... right.

Dim lights. Soft music. A little warmth spilling from its windows like it knew you needed it.

You stepped out, closed the door gently behind you, and with one hand tucked into your pocket, walked in like a breeze—not a storm.

There was no story waiting for you inside.

Or at least, that’s what you thought.

But the universe doesn’t always ask your permission before writing the next chapter.

The car rolled to a smooth stop in the dimly lit parking lot behind the bar, the neon glow from the front sign casting flickers of amber light across the windshield. Inside, the music was muffled, more like a heartbeat than a song.

Jihyo popped the door open first, stepping out in sleek heels with a casual grace. She took a moment to stretch, arms overhead, as if preparing for battle.

“Alright, ladies,” she announced like a general. “Tonight, the mission is clear: make Jeongyeon remember that she is hot, wanted, and not a ghost living in a Victorian novel.”

“Says the woman who brought two backup dancers to a low-key bar,” Jeongyeon muttered, but her lips were already twitching upward as Nayeon rounded the car.

“Backup dancers?” Nayeon scoffed, flicking her hair dramatically as she shut the passenger door. “Please. We’re the main act. You’re the special guest star. Mystery. Vintage. Forbidden fruit. You're like... emotional Dior.”

Jeongyeon laughed, trying to suppress it, but Nayeon knew that tone was a win. She circled her arm around Jeong’s and looked her up and down.

“No but seriously, this dress is insane on you.”

“It's... weird. I haven’t dressed up like this in years,” Jeongyeon admitted, smoothing the pleats near her hip, feeling the way the silky fabric clung and flowed. “I look like a time traveler who got stuck in the wrong decade.”

“Yeah, the decade where she was the heartbreaker every poet cried over,” Jihyo added, meeting them at the back of the car. “The messy updo? The ruffles? The bow? Jeong, you’re walking cinematic tension. Men will write songs after this.”

“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves.” Jeongyeon’s voice was quieter now. The nerves were creeping back in, her thumb grazing her ring finger out of habit. “I don’t want to be anyone’s song. I just... want to have a night where I’m not ‘Mom’ or ‘Mrs. Yoo.’”

The air turned softer. Nayeon’s grip on her arm loosened but didn’t let go.

“Then that’s all this night has to be.”

“And if something more comes along,” Jihyo added, nudging her side with a wink, “that’s just... dessert.”

Jeongyeon glanced at the warm glow leaking from the bar windows. Inside, she could hear laughter. Glasses clinking. A low hum of music and life.

She hadn’t felt part of something like that in... years.

Not since her world became smaller. Quieter. Not since everything good she had felt like it belonged to someone else first—her son, her job, her memories.

Tonight, maybe she’d belong to herself again.

“Okay,” she said softly, squaring her shoulders. “Let’s go inside before I change my mind.”

“Too late.” Nayeon grinned. “Operation: Jeongyeon Glows begins now.”

And just like that, the door to the bar opened with a low chime.

Unaware, just a few feet away, someone else had walked in not long ago—quietly, gently, without expectation.

The door swung open with the soft chime of a bell overhead, spilling warm golden light into the cool evening air. The three women stepped inside, and immediately, the world outside melted away.

It wasn’t what Jeongyeon expected.

No pounding bass. No crowds grinding against each other. No headache-inducing neon. Instead, there was soft jazz laced with the occasional acoustic cover floating through the air. Amber pendant lights hung low over dark wooden tables. Shelves lined with books and vintage record covers adorned the walls. And in the far corner, a modest bar glowed with the gentle flicker of candlelight and a smiling bartender polishing glasses like a movie character who probably had sage advice.

Jeongyeon slowed her steps, eyes scanning the space with open surprise.

“Well, I’ll be damned,” she whispered, a low whistle slipping from her lips. “You two really didn’t bring me to a hookup factory.”

Nayeon gave a knowing smirk. “You thought we’d dump you in some club with twenty-year-olds doing body shots?”

“Yes,” Jeongyeon deadpanned. “That’s exactly what I thought.”

Jihyo giggled beside her, slipping off her coat as she surveyed the scene like she owned it. “This place has an energy. Like... slow-burning romance. Or whispered secrets.”

“Or freshly-divorced writers meeting strangers who buy them tea,” Nayeon added, pointing to a pair in the corner, laughing quietly over what looked like a plate of shared fries.

“That’s oddly specific,” Jeongyeon muttered as they approached an empty table near the window, tucked just enough into the shadows to feel cozy.

“Point is,” Jihyo said, sliding into her seat, “we picked this place because it felt like... you. Not some version of you we think should exist. The actual you. The real Jeongyeon.”

Jeongyeon paused before sitting, fingers brushing over the back of the chair. That simple statement... it settled deep. Like honey stirred into tea.

She looked around again. The quiet laughter. The clinking of soft drinks and wines. The music drifting through the space like it had nowhere else to be.

It didn’t feel like a bar.

It felt like possibility.

She sat down slowly, exhaling in a way she hadn’t done in months.

“I like it here,” she admitted.

Nayeon reached across the table and took her hand for a second, squeezing it. “We knew you would.”

Jeongyeon sat in the soft velvet seat, letting herself settle into the unfamiliar comfort. The place still wrapped around her like a new coat—foreign, but warming fast.

The low hum of conversation, the clinking of glasses, the flickering candlelight on the table—it all created an atmosphere that felt suspended in time. She watched the way people leaned in a little closer here, spoke a little softer, smiled a little slower.

It was…intimate. Not in the way that begged for rushed romance or one-night blurs. It was the kind of intimacy built from noticing—the small details, the pauses between sentences, the second glances.

“You good?” Nayeon asked, chin propped on her palm.

“Mm-hmm,” Jeongyeon replied absently, eyes drifting across the bar. “It’s... peaceful. Not what I expected. But in a good way.”

“You look like you’re actually thinking of relaxing,” Jihyo teased with a smile. “Careful, or we’ll think you're enjoying this.”

Jeongyeon chuckled, rolling her eyes before standing. “I’ll grab us some drinks. My treat.”

“Ooh, responsible and generous,” Nayeon smirked. “You really are a catch, Jeongie.”

“Shut up,” Jeongyeon muttered, brushing her fingers through her loosely styled updo as she made her way toward the bar.

The floors creaked softly beneath her boots, the scent of old wood and citrusy cocktails mingling in the air. She wasn’t in a hurry—just letting herself drift between thoughts and the ambiance.

And then—

Thump.

She bumped into something—or someone—solid yet warm.

Her balance tilted, just slightly. Enough to send a quick flutter of panic through her chest, until—

A hand caught her arm. Gentle. Firm.

Steadying.

You.

You looked down at her, brows lifted in gentle surprise, the corners of your lips pulled into the beginnings of a smile.

"Oh—careful," you murmured, your voice a soft lilt, calm and melodic. "You alright?"

Her breath caught.

Not because she was hurt. But because—god—who the hell did she just bump into?

And across the room, Nayeon’s elbow met Jihyo’s ribs.

“Holy shit,” she whispered, her eyes laser-focused on the scene.

“Did Jeongyeon just bump into some novel protagonist level man?”

Jihyo blinked once, then again.

“Is he glowing?”

“He might be glowing.”

They both leaned slightly forward, drinks forgotten, curiosity taking full control.

Jeongyeon, meanwhile, blinked up at you, stunned into silence for a beat too long.

"I—uh, I’m okay. Sorry," she finally managed, her voice laced with that involuntary softness that came from being caught off guard.

Your hand lingered just a second longer on her arm, not presumptuous—just enough to make sure she was stable.

"No harm done," you smiled again. "You’ve got the kind of entrance people write about, though."

And that was it.

Something shifted. In the air. In her chest. In the quiet way her fingers curled inward when you let go.

She didn’t even notice Nayeon and Jihyo staring like they were watching the start of a drama they didn’t know they’d been waiting for.

You didn’t move just yet.

Your fingers slid away from her arm slowly, respectfully, and your head tilted just a little as your eyes met hers—curious, but warm. There wasn’t a trace of urgency in your gaze, nor anything predatory. Just... wonder. The kind of wonder reserved for art you didn’t expect to find hanging quietly in a forgotten hallway.

And then you said it.

Soft. Clear.

"You’re... stunning."

Jeongyeon blinked.

There was no smirk behind your words. No suggestive lean-in. No glance downward or over her shoulder. Your compliment wasn’t aimed at the shape of her or the dress she wore. It was aimed at her.

The energy she gave. The quiet grace. The way she stood there, framed in polka dots and soft light, still a little dazed from the bump, still grounded by your presence.

"There’s something about your aura," you added, voice as smooth as old vinyl on a rainy night. "It’s peaceful… like you’ve lived through a lot, but it didn’t break you. It just made you glow differently."

Her lips parted. Nothing came out.

What the hell do you even say to that?

Across the room, Nayeon nearly spilled her cocktail as she leaned into Jihyo’s shoulder with a giddy squeal.

“Jeongie’s blushing.”

“That’s not a blush, that’s a slow emotional meltdown,” Jihyo whispered, her eyes wide with delight.

“He’s like a soft-spoken Miyazaki character—with a jawline."

Jeongyeon felt the heat on her cheeks rise. This wasn’t a line. She knew lines. She could sniff them from ten feet away. But this? This was… disarming.

“Thank you,” she said, quieter than she meant to, eyes searching yours as if trying to find where the strings were hidden.

There were none.

Your smile remained, gentle and easy.

You didn’t reach for her again. You didn’t push. You simply looked at her like someone who’d bumped into beauty and couldn’t help but say so.

Back at the table, Nayeon elbowed Jihyo again.

“This is it. Push her. Go.”

“Push her where?” Jihyo whispered, still entranced.

“To the bar. To him. Push her into fate!”

“You’re insane.”

“You love it.”

Jihyo gave her a look—and then stood.

She approached with all the grace of a seasoned general in stilettos, catching Jeongyeon’s eye and mouthing something quick and quiet:

“Get drinks. With him. We’re watching.”

Jeongyeon’s brows shot up in panic, but her mouth betrayed her with a small, flustered smile.

She opened her mouth like she had something to say… then closed it. Then opened it again.

“W-Would you… maybe—want to sit? A drink? With me, I mean? Just—if you’re not busy.”

Her fingers fidgeted with the bowtie near her collar as she said it. Her voice wasn’t the smooth, commanding tone she used when managing a house, calming a child, or brushing off small talk. This voice… was shy, unsure, yet blooming with something that hadn’t stirred in years.

You let out a warm, air-soft chuckle—not at her, but in gentle amusement. She was adorable in the way a spring bloom is after a long frost—uncertain, but undeniably vibrant.

“I’d love that,” you said with a small nod.

Then, you made no move to lead. You let her take the lead.

Her hand gestured toward a more secluded two-seater table, half-tucked near the warm golden light of a wall lamp. The bar buzzed with a calm hum of conversations and clinking glass, but this little corner? It might as well have been its own world.

She sat first, a little stiff. You took the other seat slowly, giving her time to adjust to this unfamiliar gravity between you both.

You smiled again—this time introducing yourself, voice gentle like you were speaking not just to her ears, but to the hesitation in her chest.

“I’m L/N Y/N.”

You didn’t add more. No title. No job. No posturing. Just… a name. Like it was an offering.

She nodded, her fingers still lightly fidgeting with the edge of her sleeve.

“Jeongyeon.”

Then, like realizing how dry that sounded, she added quickly,

“Sorry, that was—Just. Jeongyeon.”

You smiled deeper, folding your hands on the table as you leaned in just enough to show you were fully present, fully listening.

“That’s a beautiful name.”

She looked down at her hands for a second… then smiled. That rare smile—the one people wear when something inside them dares to believe they’re still allowed to be noticed. Desired. Human.

Meanwhile, Nayeon and Jihyo, a few tables down and half-hidden behind a tall potted plant, were peeking like teenagers watching the first episode of a drama they instantly knew they’d binge.

“He said her name like it meant something,” Jihyo whispered, stunned.

“If she doesn’t marry him by winter, I’ll do it myself,” Nayeon muttered, sipping dramatically from her drink.

You didn’t rush anything. The moment had a rhythm of its own, and you let it breathe.

Jeongyeon sat across from you with a polite posture, one hand resting on the stem of her drink, the other slightly curled in her lap. But her eyes—they searched yours like they couldn’t decide whether to retreat or lean in.

You leaned forward slightly, just enough to make your voice feel closer.

“You know… you carry a kind of stillness with you.”

Her brows arched.

“Stillness?”

“Yeah,” you said, with a soft smile. “Not silence. Not distance. Just… something quiet and strong. Like you’ve been through storms, but never let them take away your sun.”

Her lips parted, the compliment slipping into her like warmth after a cold breeze.

“That’s… oddly poetic.”

You tilted your head with a small grin.

“I like finding poetry in people. Especially ones who don’t realize how much of it they carry.”

Jeongyeon chuckled—really chuckled—and something about it loosened the stiffness in her shoulders.

“That’s new,” she said, brushing a wisp of hair behind her ear. “Usually when I get approached, it’s a ‘You look like you’ve got secrets’ or ‘Are you a model from the 80s?’”

“Oh no, definitely not from the 80s,” you teased, your eyes gleaming. “Maybe timeless. Or someone who looks like they stepped out of an old French film, wearing ruffles and stealing hearts with one uncertain smile.”

Her hand flew to cover her mouth, half from laughing, half from surprise at how easily your words slipped under her skin.

“Are you like this with every woman you meet?” she asked playfully, narrowing her eyes with a tiny smirk.

“Only when they make me forget I came here alone,” you answered, sincere, no pause in your tone.

Her fingers tightened slightly on her glass, but her gaze didn’t turn away. She wasn’t used to this—being looked at like she was more than just a pretty face, more than a passing interest.

You gently asked, “So… Jeongyeon. What makes you laugh when the world’s heavy?”

That question. It surprised her. She looked away briefly, then back, and something in her shifted. The part that had been locked behind grief, behind duty, behind years of putting herself last.

“My kid,” she said quietly. “He’s… five. And wild. Like a spark that just never dies out.”

You leaned in slightly.

“He sounds like someone who inherited that spark from you.”

She smiled—this time without hesitation.

And she continued. Talking about her son's obsession with dinosaurs, his habit of making up bedtime stories, how he once dressed as a ‘superhero doctor chef’ because he couldn’t pick just one career. You listened with real curiosity, eyes steady, head tilted occasionally, a soft smile gracing your face like you were learning the story of your new favorite book.

Her guard melted more with each passing minute.

And somewhere between her laughing about her son drawing on the walls with jam, and you sharing a story about how you once tried to "fix" your microwave with YouTube tutorials and nearly blew the kitchen up—Jeongyeon… relaxed.

She leaned her elbows on the table. She played with her straw absentmindedly. She met your gaze without flinching.

The soft hum of conversation and mellow jazz threaded through the bar like silk, gentle and soothing. The lights above cast a golden warmth on the table between you two, but Jeongyeon hadn’t spoken for a moment.

Not since she noticed it.

You hadn’t flinched when she said “my kid.”

You hadn’t leaned back, blinked rapidly, asked, “Wait, you have a child?”

You hadn’t done what every other man she’d met over the years had done—turn that curious sparkle into retreat.

She turned her glass slowly in her hands, watching the condensation bead down its side. And then, after a quiet beat, her voice came out gentle but testing.

“You didn’t react.”

You glanced at her.

“To what?”

“When I said I have a kid.”

You tilted your head, a small, curious smile playing on your lips.

“Was I supposed to?”

She hesitated. Then offered a dry, self-aware shrug. “Most do. Some ask how old. Most don’t ask anything. They just politely excuse themselves. Or they stay… but you can see it in their eyes. That they already checked out.”

You leaned back slightly, folding your arms loosely on the table. Not defensively. But comfortably. Like you were settling in to listen to something important.

“A woman like you,” you said softly, “doesn’t walk into a bar like this alone unless something’s changed. A woman with a child wouldn’t come here on a whim—not unless there was someone to trust the child with. And not unless… maybe she needed to breathe again.”

You paused. Met her eyes fully.

“So I figured. Either you’ve parted ways with the man you had him with… or…”

You trailed off—not out of fear, but respect. Leaving space. Letting her choose.

Jeongyeon exhaled slowly. Something flickered across her face—recognition… and permission. She didn’t even realize how tightly she’d been gripping the ruffles of her sleeve until she let go.

“He passed.” Her voice didn’t break. Just softened. “Five years ago. Illness.”

Your expression didn’t shift into pity. Not the patronizing kind, anyway. Just a stillness. Reverence.

“I’m sorry,” you said gently. “That must’ve been a cruel weight. Especially right after bringing life into the world.”

She looked at you with a mixture of surprise and reflection.

“He knew.” She smiled faintly, not bitterly. “We didn’t talk about it much, but he knew he didn’t have long. He was sick before I even got pregnant, but we hoped… we tried anyway. And when the baby came, he said it was worth it. That even if he couldn’t stay, he wanted to leave part of us behind.”

You didn’t say anything. Just listened. Her eyes glossed over slightly as her words tumbled out, careful but unfiltered now.

“After he passed, I didn’t try again. Not dating, not intimacy, not… being wanted. That part of me just shut off. I had a baby. I had grief. I didn’t have space for anything else.”

A silence sat between you both. Not awkward—just… honest. She wasn’t someone who aired her heart often. And you? You treated it like something sacred.

Your fingers brushed against your glass absently before you leaned in just enough.

“You know…” you said, voice a low murmur, “you don’t wear sadness the way people think grief should look. You wear it like armor. Beautiful. Silent. But heavy.”

Jeongyeon blinked. Slowly.

“You don’t see me as… broken?”

You smiled, the kind that curved with warmth but didn’t lighten the gravity of her question.

“No. I see you as… someone who’s been full of love. Enough to carry two hearts. And maybe now, your own heart wants to feel something for itself again. Not out of guilt. Not out of need. But because you’re still here.”

Her hand trembled slightly as she reached for her drink again.

Your voice lowered even more.

“If love came once… it can come again. And I don’t mean to replace anything. Some things aren’t meant to be replaced. Just… honored, as we allow more in.”

Jeongyeon swallowed thickly. She had been strong for so long. Smiling for others. Crying in quiet corners. Rebuilding herself piece by piece after the storm.

And now, here was someone… offering to see her. Not save her. Not fix her. Just see her.

“You’re kind,” she whispered, her eyes soft now. Exposed. “Maybe too kind for someone like me.”

You tilted your head with a soft laugh.

“I’m not sure you get to decide who you’re worthy of, Jeongyeon.” You met her gaze. “Not tonight, at least.”

And for a moment… she smiled. A real one. Not the polite smile she offered in passing or the practiced one for her son. But a smile from her.

And somewhere near the bar’s far corner, two pairs of eyes—Nayeon and Jihyo—watched with glimmering awe and matching grins.

Jeongyeon didn’t even notice how close she’d leaned in.

Maybe it was the warmth of the booth light catching on the curve of your jaw, or the calm way your fingers played with your drink as if nothing in the world could startle you. Or maybe it was the way you didn’t press too hard, didn’t try to perform.

Whatever it was… she liked it.

And she was liking you.

She straightened slightly, brushing a finger over the ruffles of her sleeve with a smirk tugging on her lips. Her voice came with a familiar lilt—cool, teasing, a bit challenging.

“So…” she started, eyes narrowing playfully, “are you always this smooth, or do you just turn it up when you see a hot single mom in a vintage ruffle dress?”

You blinked, then let out an easy, low laugh.

“Only when the dress comes with a woman who could silence a room just by raising her eyebrow.”

She scoffed. “Okay, that was smooth.”

“I practice in the mirror,” you quipped. “Sometimes I imagine I’ll bump into someone who looks like she walked out of an old film reel.” You gestured to her whole ensemble with a nod of appreciation. “Guess I manifested it.”

Jeongyeon chuckled and rolled her eyes, but it came with the kind of blush she didn’t even try to hide.

“Manifested a woman with a kid, emotional trauma, and sarcasm issues?”

You leaned in slightly, gaze steady.

“No, I manifested a woman who knows who she is. And looks like she could flirt and win a bar fight in the same breath.”

That made her laugh—head tilting back, one hand instinctively reaching for your wrist for support as she wheezed.

From their spot at the bar, Nayeon let out a small squeal and practically slapped Jihyo’s arm.

“Look at her, Jihyo! She's touching him. She's literally touching him.”

Jihyo, biting back her grin, sipped her drink and said, “They’re matching energies already. We should leave before it turns into a drama series.”

Back at the booth, Jeongyeon finally composed herself and gave you a mock squint.

“Alright, Mr. Novel Character. You’ve clearly been trained by romantic comedies. What’s your tragic flaw?”

You blinked like you had to think seriously about it. Then leaned in and said solemnly,

“I snack on cereal at midnight like it’s a drug.”

She bit her lip to suppress another laugh.

“Okay, fair. But if it's cornflakes, I might walk out.”

“Only the sugary kinds,” you said with mock offense. “I’m a man of decadence, Jeongyeon.”

She smirked, her elbow propped on the table now, fingers resting under her chin.

“That so?” she asked, eyes gleaming. “Then tell me, decadent man—what made you come here tonight?”

You paused for a second. Not for dramatic effect—but to be real.

“Good day. Clear sky. Thought I’d end it quietly. Something about mellow bars and soft jazz just makes the soul… hum, y’know?”

She hummed softly, mirroring your answer.

“Maybe we both came for quiet… but found something that made the hum turn into music.”

You smiled at her. Genuinely.

“Maybe.”

And that was when the tension shifted. Still playful. Still dancing on the edge of something flirtatious.

But now it pulsed with something warmer, more magnetic—an energy not born out of want, but mutual curiosity. The kind that builds not from fast-paced sparks but from slowly lit candles.

Jeongyeon tilted her head at you, eyes unreadable but glowing softly.

“I don’t know if I want to kiss you or roast you for being this poetic.”

“Why not both?” you teased, resting your chin on your hand.

“Dangerous man.” She smirked, but her fingers—delicate and slow—tapped twice on the table, her subtle sign of wanting the conversation to keep going.

And so, it did.

Jeongyeon swirled her glass lightly, the ice clinking as her gaze floated from the amber liquid to your face. Her tone stayed casual, but there was a softness behind her next question—curious, not prying.

“So… have you ever had anyone?”

You didn’t pretend to misunderstand. You leaned back a bit, resting one arm on the edge of the booth, your lips quirking up.

“Only once. After high school.”

Jeongyeon blinked. “Wait—just once?”

You nodded. “One. Singular. Dramatic. Cringeworthy. Absolute first love type.” You let out a soft laugh, not bitter, just reflective. “The kind where you think you’d give up everything and leap off rooftops for them if they asked.”

“Yikes,” Jeongyeon muttered, amused. “So what happened?”

You offered a soft shrug, your fingers now lazily tracing the rim of your glass.

“Got two-timed. The guy was older, richer, and apparently knew how to talk like a movie character. And I was just... me.”

Jeongyeon winced, tilting her head. “Ouch.”

“Yeah,” you smiled faintly. “Cried over her for two whole years. Proper main character arc. Even wrote bad poetry and drank instant coffee like it was whiskey.”

That made her laugh—loud and unfiltered. “You’re not serious.”

“I am,” you chuckled, raising a hand in mock surrender. “Dead serious. Like tragic-boy-in-a-hoodie serious. It was my full-time job, grieving that heartbreak. Nine years ago, though. And no regrets.”

Jeongyeon blinked at you for a moment, mouth parted just slightly. Not just from amusement—but intrigue. You didn’t tell the story like it was a badge of honor or a dramatic wound to show off. You told it honestly. Easily. With enough distance to show you healed, but not so much that you forgot the weight of it.

“That’s…” she started, voice a little lower, “...honestly kind of beautiful.”

“The heartbreak?” you raised a brow.

She smiled softly. “No. The fact that you grieved it, and then grew from it instead of pretending you didn’t care. Most people fake it. You sat with it.”

You met her eyes, and this time you didn’t speak right away. Just smiled.

“Yeah. I think pain’s only useful if it becomes fertilizer.”

Jeongyeon stared at you for a beat longer than necessary. Her lips were still curved in a half-smile, but her throat worked in a subtle swallow. Something warm spread along her spine.

It wasn’t just your words—it was the way you said them. Like they had been marinated in years of lived experience, then served up gently without expectation.

And suddenly, she was aware of how close your knees were under the table. Of how the booth light caught the slight gloss of your lips, the graceful tilt of your neck, the calm way your body existed without trying to command attention.

She crossed one leg over the other, maybe just to ease the tension. Or maybe to release it.

“So you’ve been single for… a while then.”

You grinned at her teasing tone. “A long while. Nothing’s stuck since. I don’t chase. If someone stays, they stay. I’ve learned people leave no matter how tightly you hold.”

Jeongyeon’s smirk flickered—there was heat behind it now, tucked beneath her cool exterior. Your honesty had drawn her in. But it was your patience and lack of motive that made her feel safe... and uncomfortably curious.

And you? You hadn’t noticed. You were too busy admiring how expressive her eyes were when she listened. How she sometimes bit her lip to keep from smiling too much.

But the sexual tension? The way her body subtly shifted toward you, her breath slowing when your hand brushed the edge of the table near hers? You were still clueless. She wasn't.

Jeongyeon’s next words came a little quieter, her head tilted.

“You talk like someone who’s had a lot of time alone.”

You smiled faintly. “Alone’s not bad. It makes you more aware of how lovely company can be.” You looked at her with a little tilt of your own. “Present company, especially.”

Her breath hitched just slightly. She covered it with a smirk. “Careful. I’ve got a weakness for poetic men who don’t realize they’re flirting.”

“Ah,” you grinned, playing along, “then I must be a danger to your type.”

“You really are.” Her tone came almost under her breath.

A brief silence passed. Not awkward. Just thick with something. Something warming between the two of you like a low flame.

From across the bar, Nayeon whispered to Jihyo:

“She’s doomed. She’s totally doomed. Look at her! Her legs are crossed, her head’s tilted, she’s—God, she’s in trouble.”

“He doesn’t even know,” Jihyo murmured, sipping. “That’s the worst part. He’s just existing and she’s two inches from falling for him.”

Back at the booth, Jeongyeon was still watching you, her fingers now idly brushing a strand of hair from her neck.

And for a brief second, she wondered what your voice would sound like in the dark. Not just the flirting, not just the clever lines… but the voice that came when lips were close and breaths were shared. And that thought made her shift in her seat. Just barely. But enough to feel her own pulse.

Your booth was dimly lit, with the warmth of golden lights painting her skin like candlelight. Jeongyeon leaned her elbow on the table now, chin cradled in her palm as her eyes fixed on you like a cat sizing up a very interesting beam of sunlight. You weren’t trying. That’s what killed her the most.

You weren’t leaning in too close, weren’t dropping cheesy lines or overly-present hands. You were just you. Calm. Curious. That unbothered charm with no strings dangling behind your words.

And it was working better than any rehearsed move she’d ever known.

She caught herself laughing again—hand over her mouth this time, her head thrown slightly back as you told her the story about trying to cook dinner for your date once and nearly setting your curtains on fire. The way you reenacted it, flailing like an idiot with a flaming towel and a fire extinguisher that wouldn't work, had her wheezing.

But then she looked at you again, and realized something even more dangerous than your sense of humor.

You were handsome, yes. But it wasn’t that. It was how present you were. How your eyes didn’t wander. How you noticed the way she twisted her ring and asked about it. How you smiled like she wasn’t one woman in a sea of options—but like she was the most interesting story you'd found that night.

Her chest tightened. She shifted again—closer without meaning to. Your knees brushed lightly. You didn’t flinch away. You just smiled, and asked her what kind of music she listened to when she couldn't sleep. And that did it. Jeongyeon exhaled, subtly pressing her thighs together under the table.

Across the bar, Jihyo leaned back against the counter, sipping her drink with a raised brow.

“She’s on a roll.”

Nayeon turned, her cheeks already pink from the wine. “Mmhmm. It’s getting warm in here or is that just her sexual tension?”

Jihyo didn’t look away from the booth. “Girl’s vibrating like she’s sitting on a speaker. But she won’t pull the trigger unless we give her a little nudge.”

Nayeon’s lips twisted into a devious smirk. “You want me to go save her with a bathroom break?”

“Save her? No. Coach her.” Jihyo turned, holding her glass lazily. “Tell her to go for it. Just for tonight. Feel it out. Doesn’t have to be a forever-thing. Just a moment.”

Nayeon chuckled. “You’re a menace.”

“I’m a realist,” Jihyo said, swishing her drink. “She deserves something that doesn’t come with baby bottles and snack crumbs. Tell her—impulses can be good. Sometimes they lead to the best decisions.”

A minute later, Jeongyeon blinked as Nayeon slid into the booth beside her, gently tapping her on the knee.

“Bathroom. C’mon.”

“Huh—what, why?” Jeongyeon glanced at you, then at her, confused.

“You need air,” Nayeon whispered with a knowing smirk. “And also, I need to talk to you.”

You politely smiled and gestured. “Take your time.”

As they disappeared into the hallway, Nayeon tugged Jeongyeon into the women’s bathroom and locked the door behind them.

“Alright,” she whispered, leaning back against the sink, “here’s the thing. I’ve seen you flirt. I’ve seen you date. But I’ve never seen you like this.”

Jeongyeon scoffed, brushing her hair out of her face. “Like what?”

“Like you’re two seconds from crawling into his lap and whispering Shakespearean sonnets.”

Jeongyeon tried to laugh it off, but the fluster in her face betrayed her.

“I’m not—look, it’s just... he’s different, okay? He’s not pushy. He’s not weirdly smooth. He’s just... nice. And thoughtful. And hot, like a dark academia dream without the pretentiousness.”

“So?” Nayeon stepped forward, arms crossed. **“You’re here. You’re single. He’s clearly into talking to you. If you feel it... go for the moment.”

Jeongyeon blinked. “You mean... like—”

“Yes,” Nayeon said flatly, “I mean sex. One night. Test the waters. See what it turns into. Maybe nothing. Or maybe something. But don’t overthink it.”

Jeongyeon laughed breathlessly. “You make it sound so casual.”

“It is casual,” Nayeon said, tilting her head. “If you want it to be. But here’s the thing, Jeong.”

She stepped closer, gripping her friend’s shoulders gently.

“You’ve been everything for everyone lately. A mom. A sister. A provider. A protector. But tonight... maybe just be a woman.”

Jeongyeon swallowed. The words hit her harder than she expected.

“If it doesn’t feel right, walk away,” Nayeon added, softening her voice. “But if it does… then don’t. Don’t rob yourself of a good moment just because you’re afraid of how it might end.”

Silence hung for a few seconds. Then Jeongyeon exhaled. Looked at her reflection in the mirror. And for once… she didn’t see just a mother. Or a tired woman trying to hold everything together. She saw someone a man like you looked at like a warm story.

Back at the booth, your fingers were tracing a ring of condensation on your glass. You glanced toward the hallway, smiling softly to yourself—no rush, no expectations.

Just hoping she’d come back. And she would. But when she did… something in her eyes would be different. And maybe the night wasn’t going to end as quietly as you thought.

The women’s bathroom wasn’t silent anymore.

The moment Jeongyeon turned from the mirror, still processing what Nayeon had just whispered into her soul, the door creaked open—and in stepped Jihyo, heels clicking, lips curled in that “don’t-worry-I’m-already-caught-up” kind of smirk.

“You look like someone who’s about to back out,” she teased, closing the door behind her.

Jeongyeon groaned and leaned her head against the tiled wall, both palms braced on the sink. “This isn’t just ‘hook up and go,’ Jihyo. He’s different. I know it. What if I mess it up?”

“Or what if you don’t?” Jihyo replied simply. “What if this time… you get to be the one who wins?”

Jeongyeon turned to say something, but Nayeon cut in with a grin so smug it could start a fight.

“Well, if you’re not going to make a move,” she began, sliding her lipstick back into her clutch, “I might go take your place.”

Jeongyeon blinked. “What?”

Nayeon shrugged casually. “I’m single too. Divorced. Been through hell. That man outside? Looks like someone who could make me forget my ex and probably massage my back after I collapse from joy.”

She grinned and added slyly, “And you know… my daughter does deserve a good male role model someday.”

Jeongyeon’s jaw dropped.

“Yah—Nayeon!”

But the way her hands immediately gripped the edge of the sink… the way her eyes flared with something protective, possessive, primal—didn’t go unnoticed.

Jihyo raised both eyebrows and crossed her arms. “Ohhh. That’s new. You jealous?”

“I’m not jealous.”

“You’re jealous.”

“I’m not—!”

“Jeong,” Nayeon cut in, chuckling now. “If you don’t want to act on it, then don’t. But don’t expect me to just sit here when I’m watching someone give you exactly the kind of attention you haven’t had in years.”

“He’s mine,” Jeongyeon muttered without thinking, her voice low, like it belonged to someone more confident than she’d felt in ages.

There it was. Jihyo gasped dramatically. “Okay, ma’am.”

“Didn’t know we were doing declarations tonight,” Nayeon added with a grin. “Go then. Take your seat back. Before I do.”

Jeongyeon rolled her eyes but couldn’t hide the tiny smirk tugging at her lips. She fixed her hair in the mirror one last time. Her cheeks still had that warm flush—not from the wine—but from you. When she walked out, she didn’t hesitate.

You were sitting exactly where she left you. Elbow resting on the table, chin on your hand, slowly rotating your glass by the rim like you were passing time with your thoughts. But the moment your eyes caught hers across the room, something happened.

They widened. Not dramatically—but just enough to be noticeable. You tilted your head slightly. A subtle furrow creased between your brows. There wasn’t a trace of suspicion or discomfort—just simple, gentle concern.

Like: "You okay?" “Did I do something?” “Was it something I said?” And for some reason, that tiny, honest reaction knocked the breath out of her. God, he’s so—adorable. Not even trying. And here she was burning up inside.

She slid back into her seat, fingers lightly trailing over the edge of the table before resting neatly in her lap. She tried to say something casual. Didn’t work.

“Sorry, bathroom break turned into girl gang therapy.”

You chuckled softly. “I figured. I was close to sending the bartender with a search party.”

That made her giggle—husky, warm, from deep in her chest. She tilted her head as she looked at you, feeling herself slip right back into that easy current you seemed to create around you.

You smiled at her, eyes still holding that soft glow.

“You okay?” you asked gently. “You seemed a bit… out of it for a second.”

Jeongyeon leaned her cheek against her knuckles now, eyes narrowing playfully.

“You always this observant?”

“Only when I care,” you replied with a playful wink. “Which apparently is… now.”

She laughed again—fully this time. “You’re dangerous.”

“I’m honest.” You sipped your drink, then added with a tilt of your brow: “Big difference.”

The air between you thickened again, but now it was warmer. Heavier. Like something shared and unspoken was starting to wrap around you both.

Jeongyeon ran her thumb along the base of her glass.

“You really wouldn’t have blinked if I said I had five kids, huh?”

You leaned back and grinned. “I’d probably ask if they’re all carbon copies of you or if the world got lucky and mixed in some chaos.”

She blushed—again. And it hit her again: this… whatever this was? It was starting to feel dangerously good.

So when her knee brushed yours again, she didn’t pull away. When your elbow grazed hers while reaching for your glass, she let it linger. And when she caught your gaze lingering on her lips—just for a split second—she didn’t look away.

Maybe Nayeon was right. Maybe it was just a moment. But maybe… just maybe, it was her moment.

The glasses between you both were nearly empty, the clink of melting ice cubes in yours the only sound between the playful laughter and the occasional brush of arms.

Jeongyeon’s eyes had grown a shade softer, lashes fluttering a little slower, gaze lingering longer with each sentence you said. There wasn’t much left of her mask—the cool sarcasm, the effortless hot girl energy. It was still there, sure—but softened now. Not because she was hiding anything. But because, for the first time in what felt like years, she didn’t feel like she had to pretend anything.

She looked up from her drink, resting her cheek in her palm again, but this time her fingers swept lightly across her jaw, showing more of that easy, quiet flirtation.

“You know…” she began, voice slower now, lower, “you’re kind of annoying.”

You blinked, half-laughing as you tilted your head.

“That so?” you grinned. “Didn’t realize I was causing you such distress.”

She leaned forward just a little, elbows on the table, her chin now resting on the back of her hand. “Mmhmm. You’re all… kind, and real, and charming in that annoyingly comforting way.”

“Annoyingly comforting?”

She smiled, shoulders swaying just slightly with that husky chuckle of hers. “Yeah. Like, you say the right thing without even trying. You’re gentle, but not boring. Funny, but not trying too hard.”

You rested your forearms on the table now, mimicking her posture without realizing it. Your smile softened as you replied:

“That’s a lot of overthinking for someone who called me dangerous a few minutes ago.”

She smirked. “You are. That hasn’t changed.”

The music from the bar's speakers shifted to something smoother, more sensual—but not overtly romantic. Just enough to make the space feel closer. More personal.

You didn’t notice it at first, but Jeongyeon’s knee had moved again. This time not brushing—but resting lightly against yours under the table. Her body slightly turned toward you. Like she had stopped debating with herself and simply decided to be there with you. Fully. No hesitations.

You hadn’t pulled away either. Maybe it was the slight warmth from the whiskey. Maybe it was the way she tilted her head when she laughed. Or how your name sounded softer in her voice every time she said it.

But your voice dipped slightly now, your words a little more careful. A little deeper.

“You’re fascinating, Jeongyeon.”

She blinked at that. Not pretty. Not hot. Not fine as hell. But fascinating.

She swallowed once, and that shift? That invisible line between playful flirting and something smoldering underneath? It flickered into place.

“No one’s called me that before,” she admitted, letting her fingers lightly trace the condensation ring from her glass. “It’s always something skin-deep. Sexy. Gorgeous. Fun.”

You tilted your head, voice softer now.

“Well, you’re all that too. But you also got layers. Hidden storms. Quiet confidence that doesn’t beg to be noticed.”

Jeongyeon was suddenly very aware of how warm her chest felt. How the alcohol wasn’t making her dizzy—it was you.

Her lips curled into a softer smile than any before, a hint of shyness breaking through her usual confidence. Then she said:

“What about you? Feeling brave yet?”

You raised a brow, amused. “Brave?”

“To say something about me that’s not poetic,” she challenged gently. “Something bold. If you dare.”

You chuckled lowly. “You sure?”

“Mmhm.”

You leaned in a little closer—nothing dramatic. Just enough so she had to breathe you in a little more.

“I think you’re dangerous too,” you murmured. “But in a slow-burn kind of way. The kind that sneaks into people’s heads at night when they’re alone. And keeps them warm without asking for permission.”

Jeongyeon laughed again, but this one was breathy. Flushed. That laugh that happens when a woman hears something she didn’t expect to love so much. She reached out this time. Fingertips grazing your wrist where your hand rested near your drink.

You looked down, then back at her. You didn’t flinch. You didn’t move. Just let her touch linger. She was quiet for a moment. Then:

“If I kissed you right now… would you stop me?”

That made your throat tighten. You blinked once, expression unreadable for half a beat. Then, your voice—low, calm, honest—spoke:

“I’d ask why you waited so long.”

And her smile—slow, dangerous, magnetic—curled at the corner like the start of a fuse being lit.

But she didn’t kiss you. Not yet. Instead, she let her fingers trail back to her lap, let the tension thrum between your locked eyes, and said with a whisper:

“Good answer… L/N Y/N.”

The game had shifted. And neither of you were playing anymore.

The song shifted again.

A slower groove now—a rhythm with soul, laced with light percussion and that kind of bass that could make your chest thrum if you stood close enough to the speakers. The bar’s lighting dimmed just enough to cast soft golden hues on the scattered dancers by the wooden floor near the back.

You had just taken another small sip when Jeongyeon suddenly stood, smoothing her shirt down casually and reaching for your hand.

“C’mon,” she said.

You looked up, one brow rising with a laugh already building in your chest. “What?”

“Let’s dance.”

“Jeongyeon,” you chuckled, keeping your voice low, a little teasing, “I’m warning you. I dance like Mr. Bean. Real floppy arms. Wrists everywhere. A national tragedy.”

She didn’t even blink. She leaned down slightly, grabbed your wrist, and tugged.

“Good. I need a partner who isn’t afraid to embarrass himself with me.” Her grin was pure fire, teasing and electric. “Besides, camaraderie, remember? Shared humiliation builds stronger bonds.”

“That’s not in any psychology book.”

“Yeah? Sue me.”

You let yourself be pulled, half-laughing, letting her lead you out of the booth like a dare you never intended to take. But here you were, feet moving across the cozy wooden flooring toward the not-so-crowded dance floor.

The first few steps were awkward—on your part.

You did try. It was maybe one part shoulder shimmy, two parts foot shuffle, and ten parts ‘what the hell am I doing with my limbs?’ Jeongyeon, however, was swaying like it was muscle memory. The bass carried her hips, her shoulders relaxed, her body confident.

She turned her head, grinning as she caught your effort.

“You’re not that bad,” she said, laughing.

“You’re lying.”

“Of course I am. But you look hot doing it.”

You gave her a look—mock offended, mildly stunned, and deeply amused. She laughed again, that husky giggle echoing as she moved in closer now, until her hands found your sides, fingertips brushing the hem of your shirt.

You froze slightly at the contact—not because you were uncomfortable. But because it was the first time she touched you with intent. Not teasing. Not playful. But guided. Sure.

Her fingers gripped gently and guided your hips just a little. “Follow the beat. Let your body loosen. Just… feel it.”

You weren’t great—but you let go. You didn’t care anymore. You let the beat thump in your chest. You let your hands lightly hover near her waist, careful not to assume anything. She noticed that too. The respect.

She rewarded it.

Jeongyeon stepped in again—this time much closer. Her body pressed just enough to your front to feel the low warmth between your ribs. And her arms, snake-like, slipped around your neck as she whispered:

“There… better already.”

Her eyes were on you again. Those mischievous, unreadable eyes—burning under dim amber light.

You were about to say something, maybe tease her back—

—but then she tilted her head.

And kissed you.

There was no pause. No hesitation.

She leaned in slow, lips brushing yours like a soft question, then answering it herself with a kiss full of ease and quiet fire. Her fingers curled slightly against your nape as her mouth moved against yours—testing, savoring, not rushing anything.

You froze for half a second.

Then your hands found her waist, light and respectful but steady. You kissed back—slowly, honestly. Letting her lead. Letting her decide where this moment would go.

But you met her there. With warmth. With intent. She pulled back just an inch, breath brushing your lips.

“You kiss like you speak,” she whispered.

“How’s that?”

“Like you mean every fucking word.”

She kissed you again—hungrier this time.

And something in your chest opened like a floodgate. All the warmth, all the tension, all the soft affection now rushing toward heat. Toward something that went beyond playful drinks and dancing.

Jeongyeon pressed closer, her body flush with yours now, her lips moving in sync with yours as the music wrapped around you both like a cocoon.

You didn’t notice the others. The other dancers, the bar chatter, even the world outside. Just the smell of Jeongyeon’s perfume—earthy and elegant—and the feel of her body leaning into yours like gravity had finally found its way.

She murmured against your lips between kisses:

“Still think you’re embarrassing me?”

“Not unless this is a public punishment.”

She chuckled, breathy, one hand sliding behind your neck to tangle softly in your hair. And somewhere in the back of your mind, you knew where this night was going. But neither of you said it. You didn’t need to.

Jeongyeon had barely broken the kiss when something over your shoulder caught her eye.

She blinked, a little dazed but still sharp enough to spot the two culprits near the bar—Nayeon and Jihyo watching like a live drama audience.

Nayeon’s smirk could be seen from a mile away, glass in hand like a toast to Jeongyeon’s success. Jihyo winked, subtly mouthing, “Get him out of here.”

Then Nayeon raised her brows and pointed to the door like some sexy, smug Cupid.

Jeongyeon bit back a laugh, shook her head slightly, but gave the smallest, most evil smirk in their direction. She tilted her head like, “Yeah yeah, I got it.”

The girls made no effort to stick around. They waved off any sign of goodbye and subtly slipped out the side exit—grinning like they’d just passed a romantic baton into Jeongyeon’s hands.

You were still breath-warm and dazed when Jeongyeon turned her head back toward you, biting her lower lip, debating something silently.

But instead of asking… she just acted. Her fingers slid down from your nape and slipped into your hand—intertwining with a grip that left no room for questions.

“Let’s go.”

“Go?” you echoed, amused.

“Somewhere private,” she said with that same low, husky edge you were growing more addicted to by the second.

And then—without waiting for your nod—Jeongyeon tugged you by the hand, threading through the low-lit bar, through the blurred dancing bodies, and out into the cool evening air.

You didn’t resist. Not once. Your heart was thudding behind your ribs, not out of nerves—but anticipation. A calm, assured pull toward something magnetic and raw.

The two of you reached the curb, breaths fogging lightly in the cool spring night. She stopped, realizing the pause.

“I can’t go home,” she said, almost apologetically. “My son’s with Chaeyoung tonight. I don’t… want to explain why I’m bringing a man home at 1AM.”

You nodded. “Makes sense.”

“There’s a hotel I know. Cozy. Clean. Not a hookup spot. Just…” She paused, eyes locked with yours. “Nice. And quiet.”

You pulled your car keys from your pocket and held them up between two fingers.

“Lucky for us—I drove.”

Jeongyeon blinked at the keys, then looked at you.

Then she smiled. Not a cheeky smirk. Not a flirty grin. A real one.

Like for the first time all night, she was letting herself be present in the idea of this. Of you. No more nudges, no more jokes. Just something that felt right. Spontaneous, but not stupid. Impulsive, but safe.

She led the way to your car, still holding your hand like a quiet lifeline. Neither of you rushed—but there was a tension, a hum beneath the silence.

And when she slid into the passenger seat, she looked over as you settled behind the wheel.

“Is this okay?” she asked softly, even though she had been the one to drag you outside.

You turned your head slowly, meeting her gaze, voice steady.

“It’s okay if you want it.”

That made her inhale. Sharp. Soft. Honest. She nodded, her voice nearly a whisper:

“I do.”

You pulled onto the quiet road, the world around dim and hushed. Only the occasional passing car or night breeze filling the gaps in conversation. Jeongyeon rested her elbow on the edge of the window, her other hand still linked with yours over the gearshift.

Nothing more needed to be said.

The hotel wasn’t far. It wasn’t grand or flashy—but when she led you through the lobby and up the elevator, you saw it was exactly like she said. Quiet. Warm lighting. Comfortable.

You entered the room behind her. She didn’t speak, didn’t joke. She just turned to you once the door closed.

The silence in the room wasn’t awkward. It was full. Loaded with all the unspoken things you both wanted to explore.

She stepped closer again. Hands finding your collar. Eyes scanning your features like she was trying to memorize how you looked before things changed.

And her voice was a soft hush when she said:

“Still not regretting letting me pull you to the floor like that?”

Your smirk was gentle, your tone even more so.

“I think you’ve got a talent for making good decisions.”

She leaned in, forehead pressing to yours. And kissed you again. And this time… it wasn’t just fire. It was home.

The moment the hotel door clicked shut behind you, the air thickened—charged with something slow, deliberate, and intoxicating. Jeongyeon’s hands were still tangled in your collar, her breath warm against your lips as she kissed you again, deeper this time. There was no rush, no frantic urgency—just the quiet, aching need to savor every second of this.

Her fingers slid down your chest, tracing the outline of your muscles through your shirt before settling at your waist. She pulled back just enough to look at you, her dark eyes searching yours.

"You’re sure?" she murmured, her thumb brushing over your hipbone.

You answered by cupping her face, tilting her chin up to kiss her again—softer this time, lingering against her lips. "I’ve never been more sure of anything."

A small, breathless laugh escaped her as she leaned into your touch, her body pressing flush against yours. The heat between you was undeniable, but neither of you moved to undress just yet. Instead, Jeongyeon’s hands roamed over your back, fingers kneading into the fabric of your shirt as if memorizing the shape of you.

Her lips trailed from your mouth to your jaw, then down the column of your throat, her teeth grazing lightly over your pulse. "Mmm… you smell good," she hummed, her voice low and husky.

You shivered as her hands slipped beneath your shirt, her palms warm against your skin. She took her time exploring—tracing the ridges of your abs, the dip of your waist—before sliding back up to push the fabric up your chest. You helped her pull it off, tossing it aside, and Jeongyeon exhaled sharply at the sight of you.

"Fuck…" she whispered, her fingers ghosting over your collarbones. "You’re—"

You didn’t let her finish. Catching her wrist, you tugged her closer, your mouth finding hers again in a slow, deep kiss. One of your hands slid up her side, thumb brushing just beneath the curve of her breast through her blouse. She gasped into your mouth, arching into the touch.

"Jeongyeon…" you murmured against her lips, your other hand slipping to the small of her back, pressing her even closer.

She let out a soft, shaky breath, her fingers tightening in your hair. "Yeah…?"

"Tell me what you want."

She pulled back just enough to meet your gaze, her cheeks flushed, lips slightly parted. For a moment, she just looked at you—like she was deciding how much of herself to give. Then, with a slow, deliberate movement, she took your hand and guided it to the first button of her blouse.

"This," she said quietly. "But… slow."

You nodded, your fingers working the first button free, then the next, revealing smooth, pale skin inch by inch. Jeongyeon watched you, her breath hitching as your knuckles brushed against her stomach. By the time the last button came undone, her blouse hung open, the lace of her bra just barely concealing the swell of her breasts.

Your hands settled on her waist, thumbs stroking over her ribs as you leaned in to press a kiss to the hollow of her throat. She tipped her head back with a quiet sigh, her fingers threading through your hair.

"God…" she breathed, her voice trembling. "You have no idea how long it’s been since someone touched me like this."

You kissed lower, your lips brushing the curve of her breast just above the lace. "Then let me remind you," you murmured against her skin.

Jeongyeon shuddered, her grip tightening in your hair as you continued your slow descent, worshipping every inch of her with your mouth and hands. The air between you was thick with want, but neither of you rushed—content to let the moment stretch, to savor the way her body responded to every touch, every kiss.

This wasn’t just about pleasure.

It was about rediscovery.

And Jeongyeon was letting herself feel it—all of it—for the first time in years.

The bed dipped beneath you as Jeongyeon guided you both backward, her fingers still tangled in your hair as you continued to trail slow, open-mouthed kisses down her throat. The vintage fabric of her dress whispered against the sheets, the high collar and ruffled sleeves framing her like something out of a dream.

You pulled back just enough to take her in—really take her in. The way the soft lamplight caught on the sheer panels of her sleeves, the way the dark green pleats contrasted against her smooth skin, the way the bow at her neck trembled slightly with each unsteady breath.

"God, you're beautiful," you murmured, your fingers tracing the edge of her collar.

Jeongyeon’s cheeks flushed darker, but she didn’t look away. Instead, she reached up, slowly undoing the bow at her neck with deliberate fingers. The high collar loosened, revealing more of her throat, the delicate hollows of her collarbones.

"This thing…" she said, voice husky, "is a pain to get out of."

You smirked, catching her wrist and pressing a kiss to her palm. "Then let me help."

With painstaking slowness, you worked your way down the tiny buttons at the back of her dress, each one giving way beneath your fingers like a small victory. The fabric parted gradually, revealing the smooth slope of her back, the delicate straps of her bra, the faintest hint of lace at her waist.

Jeongyeon shivered as the cool air hit her skin, but she didn’t rush you. She just watched—felt—as you pushed the dress from her shoulders, letting it pool around her hips.

"Fuck…" you breathed, your hands skimming up her sides, over the dip of her waist, the gentle swell of her ribs. Her body was a masterpiece—soft yet toned, curves that begged to be touched, skin so smooth it felt like silk beneath your fingertips.

You leaned down, pressing a kiss to the inside of her wrist, then the crook of her elbow, then the slope of her shoulder. Every inch of her deserved reverence.

Jeongyeon’s breath hitched as your lips found the curve of her breast just above her bra, your tongue flicking over the lace. "Ah—" Her fingers tightened in your hair, not pushing, just holding, like she needed something to ground her.

You took your time, lavishing attention on every exposed inch of her—the dip of her navel, the subtle arch of her hipbones, the sensitive skin just beneath her ribs. When your fingers finally brushed the waistband of her panties, she tensed for a fraction of a second before melting into your touch.

"Okay?" you asked against her skin.

She nodded, her voice barely above a whisper. "More than okay."

You hooked your fingers into the lace, dragging it down her legs with agonizing slowness, kissing every new patch of skin as it was revealed. By the time the last scrap of fabric fell away, Jeongyeon was trembling, her chest rising and falling with shallow breaths.

You settled between her thighs, hands sliding up her legs, thumbs brushing the inside of her knees. "Look at you…" you murmured, your voice thick with awe.

Jeongyeon bit her lip, her messy updo coming undone in soft waves around her face. "I—I haven’t let anyone see me like this in…" She trailed off, her throat working.

You leaned up, catching her mouth in a slow, deep kiss. "Then I’m honored," you whispered against her lips.

And with that, you began your worship in earnest—hands, lips, tongue mapping every curve, every dip, every shuddering breath she gave you.

Because tonight wasn’t about taking.

It was about remembering.

And you intended to make sure she never forgot.

The air between you was thick with warmth, with want, but neither of you rushed. Jeongyeon’s hands cradled your face as she kissed you deeply, her tongue sliding against yours in slow, intoxicating strokes. Every movement was deliberate—every sigh, every shift of her body against yours spoke of years of pent-up longing finally being set free.

You let her lead, your hands resting lightly on her waist as she explored your mouth with hers. When she finally pulled back, her lips were swollen, her eyes dark with something tender yet commanding.

"Tell me what you want," you murmured, brushing a stray lock of hair from her forehead.

Jeongyeon exhaled shakily, her fingers trailing down your chest. "I want…" She paused, considering, then guided your hand to her thigh, pressing your palm firmly against her soft skin. "I want you to touch me. But how I say. When I say."

There was no harshness in her voice—only quiet certainty. A request, not a demand.

You nodded, your thumb stroking absent circles against her inner thigh. "However you want me."

A slow, pleased smile curved her lips before she leaned in to kiss you again, this time with more insistence. Her hands slid down your arms, guiding your touch where she wanted it—first to the curve of her hip, then higher, skimming the dip of her waist.

"Here," she whispered against your mouth, pressing your fingers into her skin. "Just… like that."

You obeyed, kneading gently, relishing the way her breath hitched when you found a particularly sensitive spot. She arched into your touch, her nails scraping lightly over your shoulders.

"Good," she breathed, her voice low and honeyed. "Now… slower."

You slowed your movements, letting your hands roam her body with agonizing patience—tracing the swell of her breasts over her bra, the flutter of her ribs, the softness of her stomach. Every touch was deliberate, every caress designed to draw out another quiet gasp, another shiver.

Jeongyeon’s control never wavered, but her breaths grew uneven, her kisses more desperate. When your fingers finally brushed the lace of her panties, she stilled your wrist with a firm grip.

"Not yet," she murmured, her lips grazing your jaw. "I want to feel you more first."

You let her guide your hands back up her body, let her set the pace, her quiet commands leaving no room for disobedience—not that you’d ever want to disobey.

This was her night.

And you were more than happy to let her take what she needed.

The room hummed with quiet breaths and the soft rustle of fabric as Jeongyeon arched beneath you, her fingers threading through your hair to guide your mouth lower. You obeyed without hesitation, lips brushing the delicate column of her throat, savoring the way her pulse jumped against your tongue.

"Mmm… right there," she sighed, tilting her head to give you better access.

You nipped lightly at the sensitive skin beneath her ear, smiling when she shivered. Her bra straps had slipped down her shoulders, the lace barely clinging to her curves, but neither of you moved to take it off—not yet. This was about the almost, the not quite, the torturous pleasure of feeling but not taking.

Jeongyeon’s hips rolled up against yours in a slow, deliberate grind, the thin barrier of your boxers and her panties doing little to dull the heat between you. She let out a shaky exhale, her nails scraping down your back.

"Touch me," she murmured, guiding your hand to her waist. "But don’t—ah—don’t move yet."

You stilled, palm pressed to the warm skin just above her hipbone, letting her set the rhythm. She rocked against you again, her breath hitching when your cock strained against the fabric separating you.

"Fuck…" she whispered, her forehead dropping to yours. "You feel so good."

You kissed her deeply, swallowing her moans as she ground down again, her thighs trembling with the effort to keep the pace slow. Her hands slid down your arms, fingers intertwining with yours as she pinned them to the mattress beside her head—not to restrain, but to share the moment.

"Like this," she breathed against your lips. "Just like this."

And so you let her lead, let her take what she needed—your bodies moving together in a haze of want and restraint, every touch, every kiss, every whispered plea building the tension higher.

The air between you was thick with reverence, every touch a whispered prayer against her skin. Jeongyeon lay beneath you, her chest rising and falling with shallow breaths as your lips traced the slope of her shoulder, the delicate hollow of her collarbone. The straps of her bra had long since slipped down her arms, the lace clinging to her curves like a final, flimsy barrier between you and heaven itself.

You took your time.

Your mouth followed the path of your hands—kissing the inside of her wrist, the soft skin of her inner elbow, the gentle swell of her breast just above the lace. Jeongyeon shuddered, her fingers tangling in your hair, not pushing, just feeling.

"God…" she breathed, her voice trembling. "You’re killing me."

You smirked against her skin, nipping lightly at the curve of her breast before soothing it with your tongue. "Good."

Her bra was a work of art—black lace, delicate straps, the kind of thing meant to be seen but not worn for long. Your fingers traced the edge of it, teasing, toying with the clasp at the front.

Jeongyeon’s breath hitched.

"You gonna take it off?" she asked, her voice low and husky.

You hummed, pressing a kiss to the lace-covered peak of her breast, feeling it harden beneath your lips. "Not yet."

She groaned, her head falling back against the pillows as you continued your torment—kissing, licking, worshipping every inch of her through the fabric. The lace grew damp with your saliva, her nipples pebbled and desperate for more.

Finally, when her hips were rolling restlessly against yours and her breaths came in ragged gasps, you unhooked the clasp with a single, practiced flick of your fingers.

The bra fell away.

And fuck—

Jeongyeon was gorgeous.

Her breasts were full, perfectly shaped, her nipples flushed and begging for attention. You didn’t rush. You just looked, drinking in the sight of her like a man starved.

"You’re staring," she murmured, her cheeks pink.

"Yeah," you admitted, your voice rough. "Because you’re fucking perfect."

Then you leaned down and took her into your mouth—slow, deliberate, savoring the way she arched off the bed with a broken moan. Your tongue swirled around her nipple, your teeth grazing just enough to make her gasp.

"Ah! Fuck—" Her hands fisted in the sheets, her thighs squeezing around your hips. "Don’t stop, don’t stop—"

You didn’t.

You worshipped her like this for what felt like hours—sucking, licking, switching between her breasts until she was writhing beneath you, her skin flushed, her body trembling with need.

And when you finally pulled back, her chest glistening with your saliva, her nipples red and swollen from your attention, she looked at you with hazy, desperate eyes.

"You—" Her voice cracked. "You’re mean."

You grinned, kissing your way back up her body. "You love it."

She did.

And you were far from done.

The moment your palms cupped her bare breasts, you felt the difference—the way her flesh yielded more generously under your touch, the weight of them heavier in your hands, the faintest stretch marks like silver threads against her skin. Motherhood had reshaped her body, and god, it was perfect.

Jeongyeon let out a shaky breath as your thumbs brushed over her nipples, already stiff and flushed. "They're... softer now," she murmured, a hint of self-consciousness in her voice.

You answered by leaning down and taking one into your mouth, sucking deep—not rough, but with enough pressure to make her back arch off the sheets. "Mmmf—fuck," she gasped, her hands flying to your hair.

The taste of her skin, the way her breast molded against your tongue—it was intoxicating. You lavished attention on one while your hand kneaded the other, your fingers sinking into the impossibly soft flesh. Every gentle pull of your lips drew another broken sound from her throat, her hips rolling helplessly against the air.

"S-sensitive—" she choked out as you switched sides, your tongue flicking over her nipple before drawing it back into the wet heat of your mouth. Her back arched beautifully, pressing more of herself against you. "Oh god, right there—"

You worshipped her like this—sucking gently, then harder, then easing off to lap at the stiff peaks until they glistened. Your free hand roamed the fuller curves of her stomach, her hips, committing every new slope and swell to memory.

When you finally released her with a wet pop, Jeongyeon was panting, her chest heaving, her skin flushed pink from collarbones to cheeks. A thin string of saliva still connected your lips to her nipple for a second before breaking.

"Look at you," you murmured, thumbing over her slick, swollen nipple. "So fucking beautiful like this."

Jeongyeon whimpered, her thighs pressing together. "You—ah—you really love them, huh?"

You answered by sealing your mouth over her again, sucking hard just to hear her cry out, your hand squeezing the other breast possessively. The way her body gave under your touch, so soft yet so responsive—

It was enough to make you dizzy.

A quiet moment settled between you as you pulled back, your lips leaving her flushed skin. Jeongyeon’s chest rose and fell with unsteady breaths, her eyes half-lidded but searching yours—not with hunger now, but something softer. Something vulnerable.

Her fingers brushed your cheek, hesitant. "You’re... not what I expected," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.

You tilted your head, thumb stroking the curve of her hip. "What did you expect?"

She exhaled a laugh, though it trembled at the edges. "Someone in a hurry."

The honesty in her words made your chest tighten. You leaned down, pressing a kiss to her forehead—slow, lingering, letting your lips linger against her skin like a promise. "I didn’t come here for expectations," you murmured. "I came for you."

Jeongyeon’s breath hitched. For a heartbeat, she just looked at you, her dark eyes shimmering with something unreadable. Then, with a quiet sigh, she pulled you down into a kiss—not heated, not desperate, but deep, her fingers curling into your hair like she was anchoring herself to you.

When she finally broke away, her voice was steadier. "Then show me more."

And so you did.

Your mouth returned to her breasts, but slower now, savoring. Each flick of your tongue, each gentle suckle drew a sigh from her lips, her body melting further into the sheets. Her hands roamed your shoulders, your back, not guiding, just feeling—relearning the pleasure of being touched without urgency.

The room filled with quiet sounds: the rustle of fabric, the soft wetness of your lips against her skin, her breathy murmurs of encouragement.

No rush.

No demands.

Just her, and you, and the slow, aching pleasure of rediscovery.

Your lips left a trail of slow, worshipful kisses down the soft plane of her stomach—each one a silent question, each pause a chance for her to breathe. When you reached the delicate lace of her panties, you hovered there, your breath warm against the damp fabric.

"Jeongyeon," you murmured, lifting your gaze to meet hers. Her eyes were dark, her lips slightly parted. "Can I keep going?"

A shiver ran through her. For a moment, she just looked at you—really looked—as if weighing the years of absence against the heat of now. Then, with a slow exhale, she nodded.

"Yes," she whispered. "But... go slow. It's been—" Her voice caught. —"a long time."

You pressed a kiss to the inside of her thigh, feeling the tremor that raced through her. "However you need," you promised.

And then, with aching slowness, you hooked your fingers into the lace and drew them down her legs, revealing her fully.

She was beautiful—flushed and glistening, her thighs pressing together instinctively before she forced them to relax. You didn’t rush. You just kissed the crease of her hip, the softness of her inner thigh, letting her adjust to the vulnerability.

"Okay?" you asked against her skin.

Her fingers tangled in your hair—not pushing, just holding on. "Yeah," she breathed. "Just... gentle."

You obeyed.

Your first touch was featherlight—a slow, reverent stroke that made her gasp. Your name spilled from her lips like a prayer as you leaned in, your mouth following where your fingers had been.

And when you finally tasted her, she arched off the bed with a broken cry, her hands clutching the sheets.

"Oh—god—"

You held her hips steady, your touch as tender as your kiss had been. This wasn’t about claiming.

It was about remembering.

And you’d take all the time she needed.

The first slow drag of your tongue through her folds drew a sound from Jeongyeon that was half gasp, half sob—her hips jerking instinctively before she forced them still. You could feel the tension in her thighs where your hands rested, the way her body trembled with each careful stroke.

"Breathe," you murmured against her, your lips brushing her sensitive skin. "Just feel it."

She let out a shaky exhale, her fingers flexing in the sheets. You took your time, mapping her with unhurried laps of your tongue—learning what made her shiver, what made her whimper, what made her thighs tighten around your shoulders. Every flick, every slow circle was a question, and her body answered in trembling sighs and hitched breaths.

When you finally closed your lips around her clit and sucked gently, her back arched off the bed with a broken cry.

"Oh—oh—" Her voice was raw, unfamiliar with this kind of pleasure after so long. "That’s... different, it’s—"

You hummed against her, the vibration wringing another gasp from her lips. Her hands flew to your hair, not pushing, just holding on, as if she might float away otherwise.

And you didn’t rush.

You licked into her like you had all night, savoring the way her taste bloomed on your tongue, the way her body clenched around nothing, desperate for more. Every soft noise she made, every twitch of her hips, was a gift—a reminder that she was here, with you, relearning what pleasure could be.

When her thighs began to shake, her breaths coming in ragged pants, you eased back just enough to meet her dazed gaze.

"Good?" you asked, your thumb brushing her inner thigh.

Jeongyeon stared at you, her chest heaving, her lips parted around unspoken words. Then, with a helpless laugh, she covered her face with one hand.

"I... forgot," she admitted, her voice muffled. "I forgot it could feel like this."

You kissed her hip, smiling against her skin. "Then let me remind you."

And as you lowered your mouth to her again, her fingers tangled in your hair, her body opening to you like a flower to the sun—slow, aching, and so damn beautiful.

The moment your lips returned to her, Jeongyeon made a sound like shattered glass—high, fragile, beautiful. Her thighs quivered where they bracketed your shoulders, but she didn’t pull away. Instead, her fingers wove through your hair, not guiding, just anchoring herself to the sensation as your tongue traced slow, worshipful circles around her clit.

"That’s it," you murmured against her, your voice honey-warm between her thighs. "Just like that. Let me take care of you."

She whimpered, her hips lifting in tiny, involuntary rolls against your mouth. You rewarded her with a long, luxurious lick from her entrance to her aching peak, savoring the way her taste bloomed sweeter with every passing second. Her breath came in staggered sighs, her stomach fluttering like a trapped butterfly as you teased her—alternating between broad, flat strokes and pinpoint flicks that made her jolt.

When you finally sealed your lips around her clit and sucked—gentle but insistent—her back arched clean off the mattress.

"Ohgod—ah! AH!—" Her voice cracked, her thighs clamping around your ears as she trembled. You didn’t relent. You hollowed your cheeks, drawing her deeper into the heat of your mouth, your tongue swirling in relentless, perfect circles.

Jeongyeon dissolved.

Her orgasm crashed through her with a sob, her body bowing tight as a drawn bowstring before collapsing back into the sheets. But you didn’t stop. You couldn’t. Not when she was this radiant—her skin dew-kissed, her lips parted around silent cries, her cunt fluttering around nothing as you gentled your touch but never ceased.

"T-too much—" she gasped, her hips twitching away instinctively, but you caught her waist with careful hands, holding her still without force.

"Shh, I’ve got you," you soothed, pressing a kiss to her inner thigh before returning to her with a slow, savoring lick. "Just a little more. You’re doing so well."

And Jeongyeon, oversensitive and shuddering, let you.

Her thighs fell open wider, her fingers tightening in your hair as you laved at her with unhurried devotion, coaxing out every last ripple of pleasure until she was writhing again—not away, but into you, her breathy moans rising in pitch like a hymn.

"I—I can’t, I can’t—oh!"

Her second climax was slower, deeper, a tidal wave rather than a crash. You drank her in, your name spilling from her lips like a prayer as she trembled through it, her body pliant and boneless when you finally lifted your head.

Jeongyeon blinked dazedly down at you, her chest heaving, her lips kiss-swollen and parted. For a long moment, she just stared, her expression caught between awe and something dangerously close to reverence.

Then, with a shaky laugh, she covered her face with both hands.

"You’re…" Her voice cracked. "That was filthy."

You grinned, pressing a kiss to her hip. "And you loved every second."

She peeked at you between her fingers, her blush deepening.

She couldn’t deny it.

Her stomach quivered beneath your lips as you traced idle patterns across the soft expanse—kissing the faint silver lines left by motherhood, the gentle curve of her waist, the warmth of her skin as it rose and fell with each shuddering breath. Jeongyeon exhaled a laugh, half-dazed, her fingers combing through your hair with lazy affection.

"Mmm… what’re you doing down there?" she murmured, her voice still thick with pleasure.

You smiled against her skin, pressing another kiss just below her navel. "Admiring you."

She huffed, but you felt the way her body arched subtly into your touch, seeking more. "Flatterer."

"Truth-teller," you corrected gently, smoothing your palms up her sides in a slow, worshipful glide. "Look at you. All unraveled and glowing. Like something out of a dream."

Jeongyeon’s breath hitched—not from overstimulation this time, but something quieter, more vulnerable. Her hands stilled in your hair, her thumbs brushing your temples as she watched you through heavy-lidded eyes.

"Been a while since someone looked at me like this," she admitted softly.

You lifted your head just enough to meet her gaze, your lips grazing the dip of her waist. "Then they were blind."

The sound she made was barely a whisper—half a laugh, half a sigh—before she tugged you up by your hair, her mouth finding yours in a kiss that tasted like shared warmth and something dangerously close to tenderness.

When she pulled back, her cheeks were pink, her lips swollen, her eyes brighter than you’d ever seen them.

"Keep talking like that," she murmured, nipping at your lower lip, "and I might just believe you."

You grinned against her mouth. "Good."

The kiss lingered—soft, unhurried, her lips moving against yours with a sweetness that made your chest ache. When you finally pulled back, Jeongyeon’s eyes fluttered open, her lashes casting delicate shadows on her flushed cheeks. You brushed your thumb along her jaw, marveling at the way the dim light caught the faint sheen of sweat on her skin.

"You’re staring again," she whispered, but there was no teasing in her voice now—just quiet wonder.

"Can’t help it," you admitted, tracing the curve of her bottom lip with your fingertip. "You’re…" Words failed you for a moment. How could you describe the way her laughter lines crinkled at the corners of her eyes when she smiled? The way her breath hitched when you touched her just so? The way she looked at you—like you’d hung the moon and stars just for her?

Jeongyeon tilted her head, waiting, her fingers playing with the hair at the nape of your neck.

"You’re alive," you finally murmured, kissing the corner of her mouth. "Like… sunlight through leaves. Or that first sip of coffee in the morning."

She let out a breathless laugh, her nose scrunching adorably. "That’s the cheesiest thing anyone’s ever said to me."

"And yet," you teased, nipping lightly at her lower lip, "you’re still blushing."

She was. A pretty pink flush spread from her cheeks down to her chest, her pulse fluttering beneath your lips as you kissed your way along her throat. Her fingers tightened in your hair, tugging just enough to make you groan—and god, the way her breath caught at the sound, like she was filing it away somewhere precious.

"Say it again," she breathed, arching into you.

"What? That you’re beautiful?" You grinned against her skin, relishing the way her stomach muscles tensed at the words. "That you taste like honey?" Another kiss, this time to the hollow of her throat. "That I could spend forever learning every way to make you sigh like that—?"

Jeongyeon cut you off with a searing kiss, her hips rolling up against yours in a slow, deliberate grind that stole the air from your lungs. When she pulled back, her eyes were dark, her lips swollen, her voice a husky whisper:

"Keep talking. Please."

And so you did—between kisses, between touches, between every shared breath—until the room spun with nothing but her name and the honeyed weight of your admiration.

Her hands were gentle but insistent as she guided you onto your back, her lips trailing fire along your collarbone as she settled between your thighs. You could feel her smile against your skin when her fingers brushed the waistband of your pants—the way she paused, just for a heartbeat, to savor the way your breath hitched.

"Let me," she murmured, her voice thick with promise.

And then, with agonizing slowness, she peeled the fabric down your hips, freeing your aching cock into the cool air. Her breath caught—a soft, reverent sound—as she took you in, her fingers hovering just above your length like she was afraid to touch something so sacred.

"God, you're beautiful," she whispered, her thumb brushing the swollen head, smearing the bead of precum that had gathered there.

You shuddered, your hips lifting instinctively, but Jeongyeon pressed a firm hand to your stomach, holding you down with a smirk.

"Patience," she chided, her eyes flicking up to yours. "I want to savor this."

And then she leaned in, her lips parting, and took just the tip of you into her mouth.

The heat of her tongue was electric—a slow, swirling caress that made your toes curl into the sheets. She hummed around you, the vibration shooting straight to your core as her fingers stroked the base of your shaft in lazy counterpoint.

"J-Jeongyeon—" you gasped, your hands fisting in the sheets.

She pulled off with a wet pop, her lips glistening. "Mm? Too much?"

You shook your head frantically, your cock twitching against your stomach. "Not enough."

Jeongyeon laughed—a low, throaty sound that went straight to your already throbbing length—before diving back in, her tongue lapping at your slit like she was tasting the finest wine.

And as she worshipped you—with her lips, her hands, her words—you realized:

This wasn’t just about pleasure.

It was about belonging.

Her lips were softer than you remembered—or maybe you'd just never noticed before how tenderly they could worship. Jeongyeon took her time, her mouth a slow, searing brand against your length as she kissed her way down your shaft, pausing to nuzzle the sensitive skin of your inner thigh before returning with deliberate care.

"You taste like sunlight," she murmured against your heated flesh, her breath ghosting over your tip. "Warm. Sweet."

The words alone made you throb, but it was the way she looked at you—eyes dark with affection rather than hunger—that unraveled you completely. When she finally took you into her mouth again, it wasn't with the frantic pace you'd expected. Instead, she lavished attention on every inch, her tongue tracing the veins along your length as if memorizing them, her lips sealing around you in slow, sucking pulls that drew moans from your chest rather than your groin.

"Jeongyeon—" Your voice cracked as her thumb brushed the base of your cock, her other hand cradling your balls with a gentleness that bordered on sacred.

She hummed in response, the vibration traveling straight to your spine. When her eyes flicked up to meet yours—holding your gaze as she swallowed you deeper—it felt less like a blowjob and more like a confession.

Every movement was a whispered I see you.

Every suckle a silent I adore you.

And when your hips jerked involuntarily, she didn't pull away. She simply pressed a soothing hand to your stomach, her rhythm never faltering, her devotion never wavering—

Until the pleasure crested like dawn breaking, spilling into her waiting mouth with a gasp of her name that sounded more like a prayer than a curse.

Jeongyeon swallowed every drop, her lips lingering at your tip to kiss away the aftershocks before resting her cheek against your thigh with a sigh.

"Beautiful," she whispered, her fingers tracing idle patterns on your hip. "You're so beautiful like this."

And for the first time in your life—

You believed it.

The moment your lips brushed her temple, Jeongyeon stilled beneath you—her breath catching in that fragile way that had nothing to do with pleasure. You paused, your hand hovering over her hip, waiting.

"We don’t have to—"

"I know," she interrupted softly, her fingers tracing the line of your jaw. A single tear slipped free before she could stop it, glinting in the low light. "It’s just… he used to say that. ‘Be happy.’ Like it was that simple."

Your chest ached. You caught her tear with your thumb, cradling her face as if she might dissolve under your touch. "And are you?"

Jeongyeon closed her eyes, her lashes fluttering against damp cheeks. For a long moment, the only sound was her unsteady breath. Then, with a shuddering exhale, she pressed her forehead to yours.

"I think," she whispered, "I could be."

The kiss that followed was salt-edged and slow, her lips trembling against yours before steadying—choosing, with every brush of her tongue, every sigh into your mouth, to stay here, in this moment, with you.

When she finally guided your hips between her thighs, it wasn’t with desperation, but something far more vulnerable: trust.

"Show me," she breathed against your lips. "Show me how you love."

And as you slid into her—slow, reverent, achingly careful—Jeongyeon didn’t cry. She bloomed.

The first push inside her was met with a gasp that had nothing to do with pain—her body arched like a bowstring, her nails scoring lightly down your back as she adjusted to the stretch. You stilled, forehead pressed to hers, your breath mingling in the scant space between your lips.

"Okay?" you murmured, your voice rough with restraint.

Jeongyeon nodded, her hips canting up in silent demand. "Mmm… more."

You gave it to her—not with a snap of your hips, but with a slow, rolling thrust that drew a moan from her throat. Her legs wrapped around your waist, her heels pressing into the small of your back as if to keep you there, deep, where the heat of her threatened to unravel you.

The way her body clung to yours was obscene—every inch of her fluttering around you, her inner walls pulsing as if trying to memorize the shape of you. You groaned, your fingers tangling in her hair as you angled your hips just so, watching her eyes flutter shut at the new pressure.

"There?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

Jeongyeon bit her lip, her thighs trembling where they bracketed yours. "Y-yes—god, yes—"

You set a rhythm then—not fast, not frantic, but deep, each thrust a deliberate stroke designed to wring every ounce of pleasure from her. Her breasts swayed with the movement, her nipples pebbled and begging for attention, but you resisted. This wasn’t about chasing an end.

This was about savoring.

Her fingers traced the sweat-slick planes of your back, her breath coming in ragged pants against your ear. "You feel—ah—so good—"

You swallowed her words with a kiss, your tongues tangling as you moved inside her, the slide of your bodies slick and sinful. The bed creaked beneath you, the sheets tangled around your ankles, but neither of you cared.

Not when she was looking at you like that—like you’d hung the moon and stars just for her.

The room filled with the slick, sinful sounds of your bodies moving together—each thrust drawing Jeongyeon higher up the sheets, her breasts bouncing slightly with every deep stroke until her head nearly touched the headboard. You caught her hips, pulling her back down your length with a groan, the muscles in your arms straining as you angled yourself just right to watch her face crumple in pleasure.

Her thighs trembled where they hugged your waist, her slick folds clinging to every inch of you as you withdrew only to sink back in with deliberate, aching precision. A pearl of sweat rolled down between her breasts, catching on her peaked nipple before disappearing into the valley of her chest. You followed its path with your tongue, laving over the stiff peak until she gasped, her back arching off the mattress.

"Mmm... sensitive?" you murmured against her skin, your lips brushing the flushed swell of her breast.

Jeongyeon whimpered, her fingers scrambling against your shoulders. "Y-you know I am," she panted, her voice honey-sweet even as her hips rolled up to meet your next thrust with a wet slap. "A-ah! Right there—"

You obliged, your pace never faltering as you drove into her again and again, the heat between her legs bordering on scalding. Her inner walls fluttered around you, her body trying desperately to pull you deeper even as you kept the rhythm slow, maddening.

Her hands found your face, her thumbs brushing your cheekbones as she pulled you down for a kiss—deep and messy, her tongue sliding against yours between breathy moans. When you broke apart, her lips were swollen, her gaze hazy with need.

"You're beautiful like this," you breathed, your voice thick with awe as you watched her body take you—her stomach quivering with each thrust, her thighs squeezing your hips in silent plea.

Jeongyeon whined, her nails digging half-moons into your biceps. "T-talk too much," she managed, though the grin tugging at her lips betrayed her.

You chuckled, rolling your hips in a slow, circular grind that had her seeing stars. "You love it."

She did.

And as the room filled with the sounds of your lovemaking—skin against skin, breathless laughter, whispered praise—neither of you cared about anything but this moment.

This feeling.

This love.

The moment your hands found her waist, rolling her hips against yours in a slow, filthy grind, Jeongyeon shattered—not with an orgasm, but with something deeper. Her breath came in ragged gasps, her nails biting into your shoulders as she clung to you like you were the only solid thing in a spinning world.

"F-feels like—" Her voice broke as you angled your hips just so, the head of your cock brushing that sweet spot inside her that made her thighs quake. "Like I'm waking up—"

You understood.

Every drag of your length inside her was a reminder—of heat, of sensation, of the way her body could still sing beneath someone's touch. Her back arched off the mattress, her breasts flushed and heaving as you set a pace that was less about friction and more about feeling—deep, rolling thrusts that had her seeing stars with every slow withdrawal, every aching push back in.

Her legs locked around your waist, her heels digging into the small of your back as if to keep you there, buried to the hilt where the heat of her threatened to undo you. The way her walls fluttered around you—clenching rhythmically like a heartbeat—was obscene, the slick sounds of your joining filling the room alongside her breathy whimpers.

"Look at me," you murmured, your voice rough with restraint as your thumbs brushed the damp hollows of her collarbones.

Jeongyeon's eyes fluttered open, glassy with unshed tears—not from pain, but from the sheer overwhelm of it all. The way you moved inside her, the way your breath hitched when she clenched around you, the way your hips stuttered when she rolled her own to meet you.

"I see you," you whispered, your forehead dropping to hers as you pressed in deep, holding there as her body trembled beneath you. "God, Jeongyeon—alive, so alive—"

Her answering sob was muffled against your lips as she kissed you—desperate, messy, her teeth catching your lower lip as her hips lifted to take you even deeper. The stretch burned, her inner muscles fluttering wildly as if trying to memorize every ridge, every pulse of your cock as you moved within her.

And when your hand slid between you, your thumb finding her swollen clit in slow, deliberate circles, she broke—her back bowing off the bed as her thighs shook, her walls clamping down on you in rhythmic waves that had you seeing stars.

But you didn't stop.

Couldn't stop.

Not when every gasp, every twitch, every tremor was proof that she was here—Alive, Loved, Maybe...yours

Her orgasm hit like a slow-moving storm—building in the tremors of her thighs first, the way her toes curled against your calves, the desperate clutch of her fingers in the sheets. You felt it everywhere: in the way her breath stuttered against your neck, in the sudden flutter of her walls around your cock, in the choked-off whimper that escaped her lips as the first wave crested.

"Oh—oh god—"

Jeongyeon's back arched beautifully off the mattress, her head tipping back as pleasure rolled through her in relentless waves. Her breasts heaved with each ragged gasp, her nipples pebbled and flushed, her stomach quivering as the sensations wracked her body. You held her through it—your thrusts gentling but never stopping, your lips pressed to the frantic pulse at her throat as she trembled beneath you.

"That's it," you murmured, your voice thick with awe as you watched her come undone. "Let go. Just feel it."

And she did.

Her climax was a living thing—rippling through her in slow, syrupy pulses that had her clenching around you rhythmically, her inner muscles milking your length as if trying to draw you deeper. Her thighs shook where they bracketed your hips, her heels digging into the small of your back as if to anchor herself.

"T-too much—" she sobbed, her hands flying to your shoulders, her nails biting into your skin. But even as she said it, her hips rolled up to meet your next thrust, her body demanding more even as it threatened to overwhelm her.

You obliged, your pace never faltering as you guided her through the aftershocks—each slow, deep stroke prolonging her pleasure until she was gasping, her eyes screwed shut, her lips parted around silent cries.

When the last tremor finally subsided, Jeongyeon went boneless beneath you, her chest rising and falling rapidly, her skin glistening with sweat. Her fingers traced lazy patterns on your back, her touch feather-light as she floated back to earth.

"Alive?" you teased, brushing a damp lock of hair from her forehead.

She cracked one eye open, her lips curving into a drowsy, sated smile. "Mmm... very."

The room was quiet save for the sound of your mingled breaths, the sheets tangled around your legs like afterthoughts. Jeongyeon lay sprawled beneath you, her skin still flushed, her chest rising and falling in slow, contented waves. You traced idle patterns along her hip, smiling when she shivered at the touch.

"Tickles," she murmured, her voice drowsy and thick.

You hummed, leaning down to press a kiss to the curve of her shoulder. "Good tickles or bad tickles?"

She cracked one eye open, her lips quirking. "Annoying tickles."

You laughed, your fingers dancing higher, skimming the dip of her waist. "What about here?"

Jeongyeon squirmed, her breath hitching when your thumb brushed the underside of her breast. "You," she accused, though there was no heat in it—just a fond exasperation that made your chest warm.

You grinned, nuzzling into the crook of her neck. "Me."

She huffed, but her arms wound around your shoulders anyway, her fingers carding through your hair in a way that was more affectionate than teasing. "You’re insufferable."

"And yet," you murmured, kissing the spot just below her ear that always made her gasp, "you haven’t pushed me away yet."

Jeongyeon sighed—a long, exaggerated sound—before rolling you onto your back with surprising strength, her thighs straddling your hips with practiced ease. Her hair was a mess, her lips still swollen from earlier, her eyes bright with mischief.

"Who said anything about pushing you away?"

And then she leaned down, her lips brushing yours in a kiss that was less about heat and more about promise—slow, sweet, and entirely too confident for someone who’d just come undone beneath you minutes ago.

You groaned, your hands settling on her waist. "You’re gonna be the death of me."

She smirked, her teeth nipping at your lower lip. "Good."

The words left her lips in a breathless rush, her fingers tracing idle patterns on your chest. "I love how you love me," she murmured, her voice still hazy from her first climax. "But... I need you to ruin me now."

A shiver ran down your spine at the quiet plea in her tone. You cupped her face, kissing her with a reverence that bordered on worship—slow, deep, your tongue sliding against hers in a silent promise. When you pulled back, her lips were parted, her eyes dark with anticipation.

"How bendy are you, baby?" you asked, your thumb brushing her swollen lower lip.

Jeongyeon blinked, her brows knitting together in adorable confusion. "I—what?"

"Yoga. Stretches. That kind of thing," you clarified, your voice dropping to a husky murmur as your hand trailed down her body, skimming the curve of her waist, the dip of her hip.

A slow, dawning realization lit her features, followed by a smirk that was all mischief. "Oh, please. I could out-stretch a pretzel."

You grinned, pressing one last kiss to her lips before shifting your weight. "Prove it."

With careful hands, you guided her legs up, folding them toward her chest until her knees brushed her shoulders. The position arched her back beautifully, her body open and achingly vulnerable beneath you. Jeongyeon gasped as you settled between her thighs, the new angle allowing you to sink into her with a single, devastating thrust.

"F-fuck—!" Her voice cracked, her nails scrabbling at the sheets as you bottomed out inside her, the stretch bordering on too much.

You stilled, your forehead dropping to hers as she adjusted, her inner walls fluttering wildly around your cock. "Okay?" you breathed, your voice rough with restraint.

Jeongyeon nodded frantically, her hips canting up in silent demand. "More—"

You obliged.

The first pullout was slow, deliberate, your cock dragging against her walls in a way that had her seeing stars. The second thrust was harder, deeper, the head of your length brushing that sweet spot inside her that made her scream.

"There—right there—!" she sobbed, her thighs trembling where they bracketed your shoulders.

You set a brutal pace then—each snap of your hips driving into her with pinpoint precision, the wet slap of skin on skin filling the room alongside her broken moans. The angle was obscene, allowing you to watch every inch of your cock disappear into her, her slick folds stretched taut around your girth.

Jeongyeon unraveled beneath you, her back arching off the bed, her breasts bouncing with every thrust. Her hands flew to her own nipples, pinching and tugging at the stiff peaks as if chasing even more sensation.

"Look at you," you groaned, your fingers digging into her hips as you pistoned into her. "—god, you feel unreal—"

She could only whimper in response, her body alight with pleasure, her walls clenching around you in rhythmic pulses as if trying to pull you even deeper.

And as the room filled with the sounds of your joining—her choked-off cries, your ragged breaths, the lewd squelch of your cock moving inside her—neither of you cared about anything but this.

[fairyofmomo]

Closer than Coffee

Minatozaki Sana x F!Reader

warnings: winners love winning, fluff :3

a/n: hai im formerly momospetdog, coming back after a 6 months break (or maybe not)

There was something comforting about routines. The steady predictability of knowing what came next, of settling into habits that made life feel a little less chaotic. For you, this routine involved a quaint little café tucked between towering office buildings—a warm, cozy sanctuary where the scent of fresh coffee and pastries wrapped around you like a comforting embrace. It is where you could retreat from the humdrum of work, find solace in a steaming cup of coffee, and momentarily escape the weight of deadlines.

You had been coming here for months, always ordering the same thing: a classic flat white with just a hint of vanilla. The baristas, familiar with your routine, rarely needed to ask for your order anymore. It was always ready within minutes, accompanied by a polite nod or a small smile from the usual staff.

But one morning, something—or rather, someone—changed that routine.

The familiar chime of the café doorbell greeted you as you stepped inside, the early morning rush creating a gentle buzz of activity around you. You adjusted the strap of your bag, already reaching into your pocket for your wallet as you approached the counter. But as you lifted your gaze, practiced words of order nearly caught in your throat.

The barista behind the counter was new.

You had never seen her before, and yet, the sight of her was enough to make you momentarily forget what you were even doing. She was effortlessly beautiful—her brown hair cascaded over her shoulders, and her lips curved into a polite, almost playful smile as she prepared an order. But her eyes truly held you captive—warm and bright, like sunlight filtering through honey.

A princess. That was the first thought that crossed your mind.

“Good morning!” The new barista’s voice was smooth and cheerful as she turned to you. “What can I get for you?”

For a split second, your mind went blank.

“Uh…” You glanced at the menu as if you don’t know what you wanted. “Flat white. With vanilla”

The barista nodded, tapping the order into the register. “Coming right up! Name for the cup?”

“Y/N”

The barista hummed thoughtfully, scribbling it down. “Pretty name”

You weren’t sure if it was just casual friendliness or you’re was reading too much into it, but either way, the offhanded compliment sent a small flutter through your chest. You handed over your payment and took a step back, trying to act as if you weren’t sneaking glances at the barista as she worked.

Within minutes, your coffee was placed on the counter. “Here you go, Y/N. Enjoy!”

“Thanks,” You muttered, fingers brushing against the warm cup as you took it. You turned on your heel, heading straight for the door. Even as you stepped outside, the weight of Sana’s gaze lingered in your mind—along with the memory of her bright smile.

With a quiet sigh, you shook your head and focused on the path ahead. You had work to get to.

The barista was already moving on to the next order, but just before you turned away completely, your eyes met briefly.

And then she smiled.

You quickly looked away, heat rising to cheeks.

Oh. you are in trouble.

For the next week, the routine repeated itself.

Every morning, you would push open the café’s glass door, the soft chime of the bell announcing your arrival. The scent of freshly brewed coffee and warm pastries greeted you like an old friend, wrapping around you like a comforting embrace. You would step into line, hands tucked into coat pockets, eyes still heavy with sleep. And there, standing behind the counter, was the new barista.

Sana.

At first, your interactions were brief. Simple exchanges of words, barely a handful of sentences each morning.

“Good morning! What can I get for you?”

“Flat white. With Vanilla”

“Coming right up!”

It was nothing out of the ordinary—just another polite customer-barista interaction. But even in those short moments, there was something about Sana that made the air feel different. Maybe it was the way her voice carried a certain warmth or the way her lips quirked in amusement whenever you stumbled over your words. Maybe it was the way her fingers moved so effortlessly over the espresso machine, as if making coffee was second nature to her.

By the third day, you had learned her name.

By the fifth day, you had memorized the way Sana absentmindedly tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear when she concentrated, how her brows knitted slightly when she counted bills, and how she always hummed softly while steaming milk.

By the seventh day, you had come to anticipate the moment Sana greeted you with that easy, familiar smile—one that felt as if it had been meant for you all along.

A week had passed since you first noticed Sana. Seven days of rushed morning visits, stolen glances, and coffee cups with little notes that made your heart feel just a little bit lighter.

You had gotten used to it now—walking into the café, being greeted by that familiar warm smile, watching Sana work behind the counter with effortless grace. It had become part of your day, your routine, the reason you looked forward to mornings despite the exhaustion of work.

But today, the exhaustion was winning.

You barely made it through the door that morning. Your steps were slower, shoulders heavier, mind clouded with the overwhelming weight of deadlines, endless meetings, and the kind of exhaustion that clung to your bones like an iron grip. You hadn’t gotten enough sleep last night—not even close.

Your eyes stung slightly from lack of rest as you shuffled toward the counter, barely noticing the other customers around you. Your usual crispness was missing—the automatic, half-awake rhythm of placing your order now replaced by sluggish movements, fingers fumbling as you pulled out your wallet.

Sana noticed immediately.

The moment you stepped up to the counter, Sana’s smile faltered for just a second. It was subtle, almost imperceptible, but it was there—the quick flicker of concern that crossed her eyes, the way her fingers hesitated against the register before she spoke.

“Good morning, Y/N” Her voice was as gentle as ever, but there was something else woven into it this time. Something softer.

You barely looked up as you muttered, “Morning”

Sana tilted her head slightly, watching you carefully. “Your usual?”

A nod. “Yes”

Sana hummed, fingers moving over the register with ease. But instead of turning away immediately to make the drink, she leaned forward slightly, resting her forearms on the counter as she studied your face.

“You okay?” she asked, her voice dipping into something quieter—something meant just for you.

You blinked, a little startled by the question. It wasn’t that you weren’t used to people asking about your well-being, but something about the way Sana asked made your chest tighten slightly. It wasn’t a passing inquiry, wasn’t a question asked out of politeness. It was real. Genuine.

And for some reason, that made it harder to brush off.

You exhaled, rubbing a hand over your face. “Just tired”

Sana nodded slowly, as if mulling over your response. Then, a small smile tugged at her lips—one of those teasing, playful ones that always made your heart do stupid things.

“Rough morning?” Sana asked, eyes twinkling with something lighthearted.

You let out a short, dry laugh. “More like a rough week”

Sana clicked her tongue in sympathy, shaking her head. “Tsk, tsk. That won’t do”

You raised an eyebrow, amused despite exhaustion. “Oh? And what do you suggest?”

Sana tapped a finger against the counter, pretending to think. “Well, for starters, coffee. Lots of it”

You huffed a laugh. “Obviously”

“And,” Sana continued, leaning in just a bit, voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, “maybe… some positive energy?”

You blinked at her. “Positive energy?”

“Mhm,” Sana nodded sagely, her expression perfectly serious. “It’s a scientifically proven fact that a good mood can make your coffee taste even better. That’s why I always make sure to add an extra dose of good vibes when I make your order”

You couldn’t help it—you laughed. It was a small, tired chuckle, but it was the first genuine laugh you had let out that morning. “Oh yeah? And here I thought it was just good barista skills”

Sana placed a hand over her chest, feigning offense. “How dare you doubt my methods?”

You smirked, shaking your head. “Okay, okay. I’ll trust the process”

Sana grinned. “That’s the spirit”

And just like that, you felt a little lighter.

For a few seconds, you had forgotten about the stress, about the deadlines waiting for you. All you could think about was the way Sana was looking at you, the way her eyes crinkled when she smiled, the way she made exhaustion feel a little more bearable.

Before you could spiral too much into that thought, Sana turned back to the espresso machine, getting to work on her order. You watched, leaning slightly against the counter, too tired to stop yourself from staring.

It was mesmerizing, the way Sana moved—her fingers swift and practiced, the way she measured the espresso shots with precision, how she steamed the milk with just the right amount of care.

A minute later, she turned back around, sliding the cup toward you with a flourish.

“Here you go,” she said, that soft, teasing smile still in place.

You reached for the cup, fingers brushing against the warm cardboard sleeve. You were about to mumble a thanks and turn to leave when you noticed something.

Another note.

Handwritten, just beneath your name.

You blinked.

‘You’re doing amazing. Even if today sucks :)’

You felt your throat tighten slightly.

You swallowed, suddenly very aware of the fact that Sana was watching you. You could feel the weight of her gaze, you could see the barely concealed amusement in her eyes as if she was waiting for a reaction.

You cleared her throat, forcing yourself to play it cool. “So… is this part of the good vibes too?”

Sana tilted her head, pretending to think. “I don’t know. Maybe. Does it work?”

You hesitated.

The answer was yes. God, yes.

But you weren’t about to admit that.

Instead, you exhaled through your nose, shaking your head with a small smile. “I’ll let you know after this coffee kicks in”

Sana grinned. “Deal”

And just like that, you found yourself walking out of the café feeling a little warmer—not from the coffee, but from the lingering feeling of Sana’s words pressed against your skin.

For the rest of the morning, you held onto that feeling.

Maybe it was just a small gesture. A silly little note.

But maybe, just maybe, it meant something more.

The low hum of the café was different at night.

Gone was the rush of morning customers, the hurried exchanges of coffee orders, the clatter of cups against countertops. Instead, the air was thick with a kind of stillness that only came with late hours—soft music playing in the background, the occasional sound of a chair scraping against the floor, the gentle clinking of dishes being washed in the kitchen.

It was peaceful.

And yet, for you, peace was the last thing on your mind.

You sat hunched over your laptop, the glow of the screen reflecting off your tired eyes as you tried to focus. Papers were spread across the table, notebook flipped open to a page filled with frantic scribbles. A half-empty cup of coffee sat beside, long gone cold.

It had been a long day—no, a long week. Deadlines were looming over like dark clouds, inbox was a mess, and brain felt like it was running on fumes. The café had always been a safe space for, a place where you could breathe, but tonight, you were suffocating under the weight of everything you had to do.

You barely noticed the way the café had emptied over the past hour.

What you did notice, however, was the presence behind the counter—the one that made your heart do ridiculous things even in a exhausted state.

Sana.

Even without looking, you knew she was there. You could hear her soft footsteps as she moved around, the quiet efficiency with which she wiped down the counters, the delicate clinking of cups as she organized them.

It was comforting, in a way.

But it was also distracting.

You had done a great job of ignoring it all night—of keeping your eyes locked on her screen, of pretending you weren’t aware of every little thing Sana did. But when you heard the sound of approaching footsteps, you stiffened slightly, forcing yourself to look as composed as possible.

A shadow fell over the table.

“You’ve been here for a while,” Sana observed, tilting her head slightly as she studied you.

You blinked up at her, feeling a little caught. “Oh, sorry”

Sana raised an eyebrow, crossing her arms. “It’s okay. Still working?”

You sighed, rubbing your temples. “Unfortunately”

There was a beat of silence.

Then—

“Want a refill?” Sana asked, her voice dipping into something too soft, too warm. “On the house”

You hesitated. You should say no. You had already had too much coffee today, and needed to get at least some sleep.

But the way Sana was looking at you made it impossible to refuse.

“Are you sure?” You asked instead, glancing between Sana and the empty cup.

Sana’s lips curled into something playful. “I’m the barista. I make the rules”

You exhaled through your nose, shaking your head with a small, tired smile. “Alright, then. I guess I can’t argue with that”

Sana’s grin widened, and without another word, she took your cup and walked back behind the counter.

You watched her go, actually watched her this time—the way she moved so easily around the espresso machine, the way she tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, the way her lips pursed in concentration.

She looked… effortlessly beautiful.

Y/N swallowed, quickly looking away before she got too caught up in her thoughts.

Moments later, Sana returned, placing the fresh cup of coffee in front of her with a flourish.

“There you go,” she said, resting her hands on her hips.

Y/N murmured a quick thanks, fingers curling around the cup. The warmth seeped into her skin, grounding her.

Sana didn’t move.

Instead, she tilted her head, eyes scanning over Y/N’s face like she was trying to figure something out.

“You look exhausted,” she finally said.

Y/N let out a dry laugh. “That obvious, huh?”

“Painfully”

Y/N sighed, taking a small sip of her coffee. The taste was rich, smooth, and just right, as always.

Sana hummed in thought. Then, before Y/N could react, she pulled out the chair across from her and sat down.

Y/N blinked.

“Uh—”

“Just for a second,” Sana said casually, as if she hadn’t just made Y/N’s brain short-circuit. “I’m technically still on my break”

Y/N swallowed. Oh. Okay.

She wasn’t sure what to do with herself now. Her heart was suddenly beating a little too fast, and she had no idea why.

Sana leaned her elbows against the table, resting her chin on her palm. “So, what’s keeping you up?”

Y/N sighed, gesturing to the mess of papers in front of her. “Work”

Sana hummed. “Deadlines?”

“Yeah”

“Annoying boss?”

Y/N huffed a laugh. “Something like that”

Sana’s lips twitched. “Sounds rough”

“It is rough”

Sana tapped her fingers lightly against the table, her gaze never leaving Y/N’s face. Then, with a playful glint in her eyes, she said, “You should take a break”

Y/N snorted. “And do what?”

Sana pretended to think. “I don’t know. Maybe stare dramatically out the window and pretend you’re the main character in a movie?”

Y/N rolled her eyes, but a smile tugged at her lips. “I’ll consider it”

Sana grinned. “Good. Because if you pass out from overworking yourself, I’m not carrying you out of here”

Y/N raised an eyebrow. “Wow. So much for customer service”

Sana gasped, clutching her chest dramatically. “Excuse me? I just gave you free coffee. I think that makes me employee of the month”

Y/N chuckled, shaking her head. “Fine, fine. I appreciate it”

Sana’s expression softened slightly. “Good”

A comfortable silence settled between them.

For a moment, it was just the two of them in their little world—the quiet café, the low hum of music, the scent of coffee lingering in the air.

Then, Sana sighed and stood up, stretching slightly. “Alright, I should get back to work before they fire me”

Y/N smirked. “Probably a good idea”

Sana winked before stepping back toward the counter.

And just like that, the moment was over.

But as Y/N took another sip of her coffee, she realized something.

It tasted a little sweeter than usual.

You weren’t sure if that was because of the vanilla…

Or because of the girl who made it.

The morning sunlight filtered through the café windows, casting soft beams of light across the polished counters and cozy tables. It was another crisp morning, and the usual crowd had yet to trickle in, leaving the café feeling calm, almost serene.

Y/N was a creature of habit, and the familiarity of her morning routine was something she clung to. The soft hum of the café’s espresso machine, the quiet chatter of the staff behind the counter, and—of course—her usual order, which she had memorized after weeks of visits.

She pushed the door open with a soft chime of the bell, and the comforting scent of freshly brewed coffee enveloped her immediately.

It was a peaceful morning, just like any other, but the moment her eyes flickered to the counter, she froze.

Sana was there.

She stood behind the espresso machine, her apron tied around her waist, her smile effortlessly bright, and her energy just as magnetic as always. She was so easy to look at, in a way that made Y/N’s heart skip. The barista looked so calm, so collected, and yet so alive with that spark in her eyes—the one Y/N could never quite explain.

Y/N, despite herself, couldn’t help but feel her stomach do a little flip at the sight of her.

“Good morning!” Sana greeted her, her voice carrying the usual warmth that made Y/N’s heart stutter in her chest.

Y/N swallowed before replying, a small smile tugging at her lips. “Good Morning. Same as usual, please”

Sana nodded without missing a beat. Her fingers danced across the buttons of the espresso machine, pulling shots of coffee with practiced ease. But despite her focused movements, there was an undeniable lightness in the air, a tension that was hard to ignore.

Y/N leaned against the counter, absently staring at the swirling steam rising from the machine. She tried not to watch Sana too closely. Don’t be weird, she reminded herself. Just get the coffee and go.

But her thoughts kept drifting back to Sana.

There was something about her—the way her hair cascaded down in soft waves, the way her lips curled into that inviting smile, the way she spoke to her as though they were the only two people in the world at that moment.

“Here you go, Y/N,” Sana said, placing the cup in front of her.

Y/N blinked, startled by the sudden sound. She hadn’t realized she had been staring. “Thank you”

As she reached for the cup, she noticed the way Sana’s eyes lingered on her just a little too long. There was a softness there, something that made Y/N feel a flutter in her chest.

Sana’s smile turned teasing, almost mischievous. “You’re looking extra cute this morning,” she said, her tone light, but the compliment was sincere.

Y/N felt the blood rush to her face immediately. “Huh?”

Sana leaned closer, resting her elbows on the counter as if she had all the time in the world. “I mean, you always look cute, but today especially,” she added, her voice warm and smooth.

Y/N blinked rapidly, her mind spinning. Did she just say that? Did she—did she just call me cute?

She could feel the heat rising in her cheeks, and she prayed to whatever higher power was listening that she wasn’t visibly flushing.

Sana seemed to notice. She paused, her lips quirking up in the gentlest of smiles. She leaned down just slightly, almost conspiratorially, as though sharing a secret.

“Are you blushing?” Sana asked softly, her voice taking on a teasing edge.

Y/N could barely form a coherent thought as she stammered, “No—I mean, I’m—uh...” She cleared her throat, trying desperately to regain some sense of control over her body. “I’m fine. I’m fine”

Sana’s smile grew, amusement dancing in her eyes. “Well, you are cute when you blush, so I won’t hold it against you”

Y/N just about melted right then and there.

“Thanks,” Y/N mumbled, feeling incredibly flustered. She gripped her coffee cup a little too tightly, trying to will herself back to normal.

Sana didn’t back off. Instead, she reached for a marker tucked in her apron pocket, the soft click of the cap releasing making Y/N’s heart race for no apparent reason.

Without saying a word, Sana grabbed the lid of Y/N’s coffee cup and started to write something on the edge.

Y/N glanced down, still trying to compose herself, but the curiosity gnawed at her. What was she writing?

Sana finished her note and pushed the cup back toward Y/N. “There,” she said, a hint of mischief in her voice. “A little something extra”

Y/N blinked, taking the cup with trembling hands. As she stared down at the writing on the lid, her eyes widened.

It was a phone number.

Sana’s phone number.

Y/N’s breath hitched in her throat, and she looked up at Sana, who was watching her with that same playful expression, like she was waiting for her reaction.

The tension in the air thickened. Sana’s gaze lingered on Y/N for a beat too long, her smile warm and knowing.

Y/N’s mind went blank. “I—uh...” She fumbled for words, unable to hide the flush that had spread across her face. “You—you wrote your number on my coffee cup?”

Sana’s grin widened. “Yeah,” she replied casually, her voice lowering just a little, “figured you could use it. You know, in case you wanted to talk sometime”

Y/N’s heart was pounding now, and her palms were sweaty around the cup. She could barely look at the number written there, though it was now permanently etched into her mind.

Sana tilted her head, watching Y/N’s reaction with interest. “What’s wrong? You don’t want to talk to me?”

Y/N’s throat felt dry, and she stammered, “No! I—I do. It’s just... I—uh... I didn’t expect this”

Sana laughed, a soft, lilting sound that made Y/N feel like she had just been wrapped in warmth. “Well, I thought it might be fun to mix things up a bit”

Y/N’s brain was still catching up to the reality of the situation. Did she just... flirt with me? Did she just give me her number like that?

As if reading her mind, Sana winked. “You can call or text anytime,” she said softly, her eyes sparkling. “I’ll be waiting”

Y/N felt her stomach do a flip. She couldn’t help it. She couldn’t stop the smile that spread across her face and the way her heart was racing.

Sana stepped back, still watching her with a mix of amusement and something else—something a little softer, a little more genuine. “Alright, I’ve gotta get back to work,” she said, her voice light. “But, you know, I’ll be thinking about you”

Y/N barely registered the words, too busy staring at the number on her coffee cup.

As she turned to leave, she heard Sana’s voice once more, almost a whisper now: “Don’t take too long, okay?”

Y/N nodded, barely able to keep her thoughts straight as she made her way to the door, her fingers still gripping the cup. She couldn’t believe what had just happened.

Sana had given her her number. She had flirted with her. And for some reason, Y/N had no idea how to process any of it.

But one thing was certain.

She couldn’t wait to text her.

The day had stretched on longer than Sana anticipated, her mind always circling back to one thought: Y/N. She couldn’t help it. She had given Y/N her phone number that morning, and even though she had acted casual, a small part of her was nervous, her heart fluttering in anticipation. Would Y/N text her? Would she even be interested in talking outside of the café? The possibilities made her anxious yet excited all the same.

Sana had gone through the motions of the day, serving customers, keeping up with her duties, all the while her phone—silent in her pocket—reminded her of that simple, bold act she had taken earlier. She’d left Y/N with more than just her coffee. She had left Y/N with a part of herself, a small invitation to something more than casual small talk.

The evening came, and the café quieted down as usual. The last of the customers had trickled out, leaving only the kitchen staff working in the back. Sana, still running through the final tasks of the day, kept her eyes on her phone. She had the habit of checking it—just in case. A text, even if it was just a simple “Thanks for the coffee” would be more than enough to make her smile.

But there was nothing.

She smiled to herself, trying to shake off the nervous feeling creeping into her chest. It’s okay, she reminded herself, she probably just needs time.

After closing up, Sana sat alone at the counter, scrolling through random videos on her phone, trying to distract herself. But no matter how hard she tried, she kept glancing at her phone screen, hoping for a little vibration, a ding that would signal a message.

Then, as if the universe was listening to her silent plea, it came.

A small vibration. Sana’s breath hitched in her throat. Her heart skipped a beat as she opened the notification, her eyes widening at the screen.

It was a message.

From Y/N.

Sana’s fingers trembled slightly as she unlocked her phone. There, right in front of her, were Y/N’s words:

“Hey, it’s me! I just wanted to say thanks for the coffee this morning and well, the note. It made my day a little bit easier”

Sana let out a quiet laugh, leaning back in her chair. She could feel the warmth spreading through her chest at the simple message. Her fingers danced over the screen as she replied, her smile wide.

“I’m so glad it helped! I figured you could use some extra encouragement today 😊”

It didn’t take long before Y/N responded again. This time, her message was a bit longer.

“You were right about that. I needed the motivation. Today was one of those days. But it’s nice to know someone’s thinking about me”

Sana’s heart skipped another beat. She couldn’t help but feel warmth flood her. She quickly typed back, the words flowing from her fingers as if they were meant to be shared.

“Of course, I’m always thinking about you. And if you ever need a little more motivation, you know where to find me 😊”

She pressed send, staring at the message for a moment, a small smile tugging at her lips. The small exchange had already made her heart race, her mind racing with all the possible things they could talk about, things they could share outside of the café.

Minutes passed, and soon, Y/N’s reply appeared.

“You’re so sweet. I really needed this tonight. Thank you for being so thoughtful. I don’t usually talk about how stressed I get, but it’s hard sometimes”

Sana’s smile softened, her fingers typing out a response without hesitation.

“I understand. But you don’t have to go through it alone, you know? I’m here if you need someone to listen. You’re doing great, really”

Y/N didn’t reply immediately, and for a moment, Sana felt that familiar, nervous anticipation creeping back in. But just as she was about to put her phone down, the screen lit up again.

“I’m sorry to keep you up with my rambling. I’m just not used to this kind of support”

Sana couldn’t help but laugh softly, her thumb gliding across the keyboard.

“Don’t apologize! I like hearing from you. And it’s okay to talk about whatever’s on your mind. That’s what friends are for, right?”

Sana felt warmth at the idea of being someone Y/N could turn to. She wasn’t sure what was happening between them—whether it was the budding excitement of a new friendship or the potential for something deeper—but she liked it. She liked the idea of being the one to help make Y/N feel better, to be the person she could rely on.

She added a small, playful note to lighten the mood.

“But hey, I have to warn you. I’m really good at convincing people to get some sleep, so you’re gonna have to listen to me for this one. 😘 You’ve got work tomorrow, right? You need to rest up!”

A few seconds passed before Y/N responded.

“You’re right. I should sleep. But I’m not sure I can”

Sana furrowed her brows in concern. She quickly typed back.

“Why not? You deserve to rest. I’ll even take care of the coffee tomorrow. I’ve got you covered, okay?”

Y/N replied almost immediately, and Sana could hear the small smile in her words.

“You’re too sweet, Sana. Alright, I promise I’ll try to get some rest. And I’m holding you to that coffee”

Sana chuckled, her heart swelling.

“Deal. Now get some sleep, alright? I’ll make sure your coffee’s ready and waiting when you get here. You’ve got this”

Y/N’s response was simple but warm.

“Good night, Sana. Thanks again for everything”

Sana grinned at her phone, her fingers hovering over the screen. She didn’t want the conversation to end, but she knew that Y/N needed rest.

With one final message, she sent her goodnight.

“Good night, Y/N. Sweet dreams, and I’ll see you tomorrow”

Sana sighed contentedly, staring at the phone for a moment before finally putting it down on the counter. She couldn’t stop smiling, couldn’t stop thinking about how Y/N had made her feel in just a few short hours.

Sana had never been one for late-night conversations, but something about talking to Y/N felt different. Natural. Like they were already comfortable with each other, even though they barely knew one another outside of their morning exchanges.

With that thought in mind, Sana went to bed that night a little lighter, a little happier, and a lot more excited for tomorrow.

The sunlight was just beginning to stretch over the horizon, casting a soft golden glow over the quiet streets outside. Inside the café, Sana was already awake and in her element, moving between the counter and the espresso machine with practiced ease. The sound of the coffee grinder hummed softly in the background, a melody she had come to cherish over the past few days.

As the aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the space, her fingers found their way to her phone without thinking. It had become part of her routine now—checking her messages before anything else, and today, there was something more exciting than the usual notifications.

She smiled as her thumb hovered over the screen, drafting a message for Y/N. The thought of her had lingered in Sana’s mind ever since their late-night conversation, and she wanted to start the day right—wanted to remind Y/N that someone cared enough to wish her well.

She typed quickly, her fingers moving with ease as she poured her feelings into the short message:

“Good morning, Y/N! Just wanted to let you know I’m making your coffee right now, so it’ll be ready when you get here. Don’t forget to take care of yourself today. You’ve got this! See you later 😊”

Sana sent the message with a smile, feeling a sense of satisfaction as she placed the phone back down on the counter. It wasn’t much, just a little gesture, but she hoped it would help Y/N start the day off right. She knew how hectic mornings could get, especially with all the pressure Y/N had been dealing with lately. A reminder to breathe, to take it one step at a time—it was something Sana wanted to give her.

As the minutes ticked by, the café gradually came to life. The lights flickered on, the first few customers filtered in, and the staff moved about, preparing for the day ahead. Sana took her time with Y/N’s coffee, giving it that extra care she always put into every cup. It wasn’t just about making coffee—it was about making something personal, something that said, I’m thinking of you.

As the coffee brewed, Sana’s mind wandered back to the sweet conversations they’d shared. There was something about Y/N—her quiet strength, the way she carried herself despite the weight of her responsibilities—that drew Sana in. The way Y/N had opened up just a little, letting her guard down to share the smallest details about her life. It felt meaningful. And Sana knew she wanted to keep this connection going.

With a soft hum, Sana placed the freshly brewed cup of coffee on the counter, adding just the right amount of milk and stirring it gently until it swirled into the perfect shade of brown. She looked down at the cup, then grabbed a piece of parchment paper and a pen. The thought crossed her mind, Why not add something else? A little note, something to remind Y/N that she wasn’t alone in her struggles, that there was someone out there who cared enough to make the mornings a bit easier.

She quickly scribbled a short message:

“I hope today brings you a little peace, even in the chaos. Enjoy your coffee!”

Sana smiled at the note before folding it up neatly and placing it under the coffee cup. She could already picture Y/N’s reaction—a small, surprised smile, maybe a soft blush as she read the words. That was all Sana needed to feel good about the day.

But she wasn’t done yet. Sana wanted to make this morning just a little sweeter.

She moved to the counter’s pastry display, selecting a warm croissant that had just come out of the oven. The flaky layers shimmered in the light, golden and perfect. She carefully placed it on a small plate, wrapping it in a napkin to keep it fresh. Then, with a delicate touch, she slid the plate and the coffee towards the edge of the counter.

When the door jingled, signaling that Y/N had arrived, Sana’s heart skipped a beat. She looked up, watching as Y/N walked in, her tired eyes scanning the café as if searching for something familiar. When their gazes met, there was that small moment of recognition—Y/N’s face softened, a quiet smile forming as she approached the counter.

“Good Morning, Y/N,” Sana greeted, her voice soft but warm.

Y/N nodded, her usual order slipping from her lips automatically, but this time, there was something different. She seemed... a little less worn, a little brighter, maybe because of the text Sana had sent earlier, or maybe just because of the gesture she had prepared for her.

As Y/N approached the counter, Sana slid the coffee cup closer. But before she could say anything, Y/N's eyes fell on the croissant.

“What’s this?” Y/N asked, her tone a mix of surprise and curiosity.

Sana grinned, unable to hide her excitement. “It’s a little something extra for you—thought you might want something to go with your coffee this morning. You’ve been working hard lately, right? A good croissant always helps”

Y/N blinked, her cheeks flushing slightly at the unexpected gesture. She hesitated for a moment, but then her gaze shifted to the note that sat beneath her cup. As she unfolded it and read the simple words, something shifted in her expression—a softness that Sana couldn’t help but notice.

“Thank you,” Y/N said, her voice quieter than usual but sincere. “This is really sweet of you”

Sana’s heart fluttered at the gratitude in Y/N’s eyes. She smiled, feeling her face warm. “I’m glad you like it. It’s just a small thing, but I wanted to make sure you had a good start to the day”

Y/N smiled back, a little shy, but the tension in her shoulders seemed to melt away. “It definitely helps,” she said, glancing down at the croissant before looking back up at Sana. “You’ve really made my morning”

Sana couldn’t resist offering one more soft comment, her voice full of warmth. “I’ll always be here if you need anything, Y/N. Just... take care of yourself today, okay?”

Y/N nodded, her fingers brushing against the cup as she picked it up. She was about to turn to leave, but before she could walk away, she paused and glanced back at Sana. There was something in her eyes—a quiet thankfulness, an emotion that Sana couldn’t quite name but recognized all the same.

“See you tomorrow?” Y/N asked, her tone light but hopeful.

Sana smiled brightly. “I’ll be here. You know that”

As Y/N walked out of the café, croissant in hand and coffee warming her palms, Sana couldn’t help but watch her go. A small, contented sigh escaped her lips as she turned back to the counter, feeling a sense of peace settle over her. There was something so simple, so fulfilling about making someone’s day just a little bit brighter—and it felt like Y/N had done the same for her without even realizing it.

That was the start of something special.

The following morning, the door to the café jingled as it always did, but there was something off about the sound today. Y/N stepped inside with her usual pace, but as soon as the warm air from the café wrapped around her, she felt a strange sense of emptiness settle in her chest. She tried to shake it off, thinking it was just the lingering weight of the past few days, but the feeling persisted like a dull ache.

She walked up to the counter, her eyes scanning the familiar space, looking for that soft smile she had come to expect. The sound of the espresso machine filling the background, the faint hum of chatter, the comforting scent of freshly ground coffee—it was all the same. But today, there was no Sana behind the counter.

Instead, a different barista greeted her with a polite but impersonal smile.

“Good morning,” the barista said, her voice a little too cheerful, too detached. “What can I get for you today?”

Y/N froze for a moment, her mind going blank. She opened her mouth, but no words came out at first. Where is she? she thought, her heart skipping a beat as she tried to mask the sudden disappointment that bubbled up inside her. She had expected to see Sana, just like every other morning. But today, the space behind the counter felt colder, emptier. The absence of the warm energy Sana had always exuded was palpable, like a void.

“Flat white. With Vanilla,” Y/N said, her voice sounding more distant than usual as she tried to keep her composure.

The barista nodded and began to prepare the order without much more interaction. But for Y/N, it felt wrong. She watched as the barista moved about the counter, making the coffee with efficiency but no sense of care. No friendly banter, no small talk. No Good morning or I hope you slept well. There was nothing there that made Y/N feel like she mattered in this space, nothing that made her feel like she was more than just a customer.

As the barista worked, Y/N couldn't help but feel the growing emptiness inside her. She shifted from one foot to the other, the familiar routine suddenly feeling foreign. She glanced around the café, hoping to spot Sana somewhere, maybe in the back or taking a break. But there was no sign of her.

She cleared her throat, her curiosity getting the better of her. “Hey, uh, do you know where Sana is today? Is she not working?”

The barista paused for a moment, seemingly a bit taken aback by the question, before offering a polite but neutral answer. “Oh, Sana? She’s actually off today. Took the day off for something personal. Is everything okay?”

Y/N felt a strange tightness in her chest at the mention of Sana’s name. Off today? That was unexpected. She hadn’t even considered the possibility that Sana wouldn’t be there. She had gotten so used to seeing her bright smile and hearing her voice in the mornings that the thought of not having it there felt like a sudden vacuum, something missing in a place that was supposed to be comforting.

“Oh, uh, yeah. Everything’s fine,” Y/N stammered, trying to cover up the disappointment in her voice. She forced a smile, though it didn’t quite reach her eyes.

The barista smiled back, unaware of the way Y/N’s heart sank as she watched her prepare the drink. “Here you go,” she said, handing over the cup. “Enjoy.”

Y/N took the cup, her fingers brushing against the warm ceramic, but it didn’t feel like it usually did. There was no sense of anticipation, no flicker of joy that came from seeing Sana behind the counter. It was just... coffee. And it was a little too bitter, a little too cold, without Sana’s touch.

You paid for the order with a small nod, mind still reeling from the revelation that Sana wasn’t there. As you turned away from the counter, you felt a strange heaviness settle in your chest. The café had never felt this way before. The chatter of the other customers seemed distant, the clinking of cups and saucers felt hollow, and even the gentle hum of the machines seemed muted.

It wasn’t like Sana to just disappear. She had always been there, ready with a smile, a joke, or a comforting word. You had come to look forward to those small moments of connection that made you feel seen, made you feel like maybe—just maybe—someone out there was thinking about you, too.

But today? Today, it felt like the café was just a coffee place, no more than that. The quiet hum of the air conditioning, the low buzz of the lights—it all seemed so... unimportant without Sana’s presence.

You took a sip of coffee, but it didn’t taste as rich today. The bitterness lingered longer than usual, as if the flavor itself was mirroring the emptiness in your chest. You sighed and stared at the cup for a long moment, mind racing with thoughts you didn’t want to confront.

Maybe tomorrow would be better. Maybe Sana would be back. But for today, the café felt like an echo of what it used to be, and you couldn’t help but feel that something—someone—was missing.

The evening had been colder than usual, and you stood at the bus stop, tapping your foot anxiously as you checked the time on your phone. You had stayed later than usual at the office, trying to finish up some last-minute work, and now, you were left standing in the gloom of the night, waiting for the bus to take you home.

The rain had started as a drizzle, but it was steadily turning into a downpour. You pulled your jacket tighter around your shoulders, cursing under your breath. You didn’t have an umbrella, and as you watched the droplets race down the side of the bus stop, you knew it was going to be a long wait. You could already feel the chill creeping into your bones.

Just as you were about to dig into the bag for your phone to check the bus schedule again, you heard the sound of footsteps approaching from behind. You turned, surprised, but your heart skipped a beat when you saw who it was.

Standing there, slightly out of breath, was none other than Sana. Her long hair was damp, her clothes clinging to her in the rain, but there was a bright smile on her face despite the weather. She was holding a large black umbrella, which she had pulled from her bag at the last minute.

“Y/N?” Sana’s voice was warm, even through the sound of the rain. “You’re not going to stand out here in the rain, are you?”

You blinked, still taken aback by the surprise appearance. “Sana? Wh-” You didn’t even finish the sentence before Sana was already stepping forward, opening the umbrella wide and holding it over both of you.

“Come on, you’ll get soaked standing here” Sana smiled softly, her eyes sparkling with a playful glint. “I’m waiting for the bus, too. Might as well share the umbrella”

You stood there for a moment, stunned. The rain was coming down in sheets, but with Sana’s umbrella covering you both, it felt almost surreal, like a small, private bubble amid the chaos of the storm. The familiar scent of Sana—of her perfume and the fresh rain—mingled in the air, and for a brief second, it almost felt like a dream.

“Thanks,” You muttered, suddenly realizing that you had been standing there, staring at Sana without saying anything. You quickly shifted your weight from one foot to the other, suddenly self-conscious of how close you were standing.

“No problem,” Sana replied, her voice light and easy as always. She tilted her head slightly, looking at you with a playful smirk. “I was about to ask you the same thing. You’re out here in the rain with no umbrella? You’ll catch a cold for sure”

You chuckled, shaking your head. “I didn’t think it would rain this hard. I was just waiting for the bus. I should’ve checked the weather before leaving”

Sana raised an eyebrow as if amused. “You should know by now that the weather is unpredictable around here. You’ve been here enough times to know that”

You smiled back at her, the warmth of Sana’s presence making the cold night seem a little less harsh. As you both stood there in the quiet moment, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of comfort, a strange sense of familiarity with this small, unexpected interaction. It was just two people, waiting for the same bus, sharing an umbrella to shield them from the rain. But somehow, it felt like something more than that.

The silence stretched between the two of you for a moment, and then your curiosity got the better of you. You looked over at Sana, who was holding the umbrella with ease, her wet hair sticking to her face but her smile still bright as ever. You noticed the way her eyes twinkled, even in the dim light of the streetlamp, and something in your chest tightened. You couldn’t help but ask, voice soft.

“Hey, Sana… you weren’t at the café today. Is everything okay?” The question slipped out before you could stop it, the concern evident in the tone.

Sana glanced at you, a soft laugh escaping her lips. “Ah, you noticed, huh?” she said, her voice gentle. She tilted her head slightly, her gaze meeting yours. “I’m fine. Just took a day off. Needed some time to myself, you know?”

You couldn’t help but feel a flicker of concern. “Is there something wrong?” you asked, voice a little more serious now. “You’ve been working so hard lately… I just thought maybe you were sick or something”

Sana shook her head, the smile not leaving her face. “No, no. Nothing like that. I just wanted to take a break, clear my head. Sometimes, you need a little time away from everything to recharge. Don’t want to burn out, right?”

You nodded slowly, eyes softening as you listened. You understood what Sana meant, but the idea of her not being at the café, not seeing her first thing in the morning, felt strangely unsettling. You hadn’t realized how much you had grown accustomed to Sana’s presence until she wasn’t there.

“I get it,” You said quietly, a small sigh escaping your lips. “I guess I just missed you being there. The café felt a little… empty without you”

Sana turned her head slightly, her eyes flicking to you with a quiet intensity. “You missed me?” she asked, her voice softer now, almost teasing, though there was a warmth to it. “I didn’t realize I made such an impact”

You felt your cheeks flush, heart skipping a beat at the unexpected question. You weren’t sure how to respond, so you simply shrugged, trying to play it off as nonchalantly as possible. “I mean, it’s just... the coffee tastes better when you’re there, you know?”

Sana’s smile widened, and she let out a small, knowing laugh. “I see. Well, I’ll be back tomorrow. Don’t worry. I’m sure you’ll manage without me for one more day”

You both stood there in the rain, the soft sound of it tapping against the umbrella, as the minutes ticked by. You couldn’t help but feel a strange sense of peace in that moment, standing so close to Sana, sharing the quiet between them. It wasn’t the frantic, rushed kind of silence—it was a calm, comforting kind, as if the world around you had paused for just a brief instant.

The bus arrived then, pulling up to the stop with a soft hiss. You turned and walked toward it together, the umbrella still shielding them from the rain. As you stepped onto the bus, the driver gave them a brief nod, and the two of you took a seat by the window.

The rain was a soft hum against the windows of the bus, the steady rhythm of it lulling the passengers into a quiet, almost meditative state. You sat next to Sana, the shared umbrella now tucked away in the corner of the bus, and you’re both settled into the calm of the night.

The city streets outside were slick with rainwater, the lights from the buildings reflecting in the puddles that lined the sidewalks. The world seemed muted under the downpour, the usual chaos of the city softened by the sound of water falling from the heavens. You’re tired. It had been a long day, and though you’re usually the type to power through the exhaustion, something about this moment with Sana made you feel completely at ease.

As the bus swayed gently on its route, you felt your eyelids growing heavier. You had never been the type to sleep easily in public, but the warmth of the bus, combined with the sound of Sana’s calm voice earlier in their conversation, made it hard for you to keep your eyes open.

Without really thinking about it, your head began to tilt, body instinctively seeking comfort as it fell against the soft material of Sana’s coat. The motion was slow and natural, almost like it had happened hundreds of times before. It wasn’t until your head fully rested on Sana’s shoulder that you realized what you had done.

You froze for a moment, the heat of embarrassment quickly rising to your cheeks. But before you could pull away or apologize, you felt Sana’s arm subtly shift. There was a slight tension in the air, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. Instead, it felt almost reassuring, like Sana was accepting your closeness without hesitation. The warmth of her shoulder against your cheek was oddly comforting, and within moments, your body fully relaxed, eyes slipping shut as the exhaustion of the day finally caught up to you.

Sana’s shoulder, soft and steady beneath you, felt like the perfect place to rest. The rain outside seemed distant now, irrelevant to the peacefulness you felt in that fleeting moment. You had no idea how long you slept, but when the bus came to a stop, jolting you awake, you blinked in confusion. The sound of the bus doors opening snapped you back to reality.

“Did I fall asleep on you?” You mumbled, voice still drowsy as you tried to shake off the remnants of sleep.

Sana’s lips quirked into a small smile, and she gave a playful shrug. “You were out like a light,” she teased lightly. “No worries”

You swallowed the lump in you throat, still feeling a little self-conscious. “Sorry about that…”

“Don’t apologize,” Sana replied with a gentle laugh. “You looked like you needed the rest”

You offered a sheepish smile before following Sana off the bus. The rain had slowed to a soft drizzle, the streets now gleaming under the glow of the streetlights. The air was cool, and the world felt peaceful, like a cozy little bubble of calm in the middle of a busy city.

Sana kept pace beside you, but you couldn’t help but notice that she wasn’t in any hurry to part ways. The streets were quieter now, and though you had reached your stop, neither of you seemed inclined to rush off.

“So,” You began, trying to break the silence, “where are you headed? I thought you’d be going home by now”

Sana turned her head to look at you, smile warm and easy. “Funny thing,” she said casually, “I was kind of hoping you were heading in the same direction” She nodded ahead, toward the dimly lit apartment complex just a few blocks down. “You live around here, right?”

You nodded, a bit confused by the way Sana was speaking. “Yeah… I do. Why?”

“Well,” Sana said, a playful glint in her eyes, “I was thinking, maybe we could walk together for a little while”

You blinked, surprised by the suggestion. “Sure,” you said, feeling a bit shy but intrigued. “I don’t mind”

And so, you continued walking together, the soft patter of rain against the pavement accompanying their footsteps. It felt nice—just the two of you walking side by side through the wet streets, a peaceful silence settling between as you took in the nighttime stillness.

After a few more moments of walking, you glanced over at Sana again, curiosity bubbling in your chest. “So,” you said slowly, voice quiet but insistent, “where do you live?”

Sana’s smile widened, and she gave a slight nod. “The same building as you. Just down the hall, actually” She paused and glanced at you with a playful expression. “we’re neighbors”

Your heart skipped a beat, and you stumbled slightly on the sidewalk, completely thrown off by the revelation. “Wait… what?” you asked, voice rising in surprise.

Sana chuckled softly, her eyes sparkling with amusement. “Yeah, we’re neighbors. I moved in not too long ago when I started working at the café” She gave you a teasing look. “I guess you never noticed?”

You stood frozen, mind trying to process the information. “So... you live next door to me?” you asked, half-laughing at how bizarre this whole situation was. You had lived in the same apartment building for months, but somehow, you’d never run into Sana before. Not in the hallways, not in the elevator, and not anywhere else.

“I guess we’ve both been too busy to notice,” Sana said with a shrug, looking slightly amused by the situation. “I’m usually up early for my shift, and you’ve got your own schedule, right?”

You couldn’t stop herself from laughing softly. “That’s so weird,” you said, still in disbelief. “I’ve been living next door to you this whole time and didn’t even know”

Sana grinned. “Yeah, funny, right?”

You arrived at the elevator, and you paused, suddenly aware of how close you had become in such a short amount of time. You glanced over at Sana, who was looking at you with a relaxed expression.

“Well, I guess this is me,” You said, your voice quiet but with a hint of playfulness. “You really are just next door, huh?”

Sana looked around before nodding. “Yeah, I guess I am”

You both stood there for a few moments, a comfortable silence between you. You weren’t sure if you should say anything more, but before you could speak, Sana tilted her head, her gaze soft.

“Well, now that we know we’re neighbors,” Sana said with a wink, “I guess we’ll be seeing a lot more of each other”

You smiled, feeling the warmth of the moment settle deep inside your chest. “Yeah,” you replied, voice steady but with an undercurrent of excitement. “I guess we will”

“Goodnight, Y/N,” Sana said, her voice softer now. “Sleep well”

You watched as Sana turned to walk back down the hall toward her apartment. Your heart felt lighter than it had all day, the weight of the world suddenly much easier to carry with the realization that you and Sana weren’t just connected through the café. You were connected through your homes, lives, in a way neither of you had anticipated.

“Goodnight, Sana,” You murmured, smile lingering as you stepped into your apartment, mind buzzing with the strange, comforting realization that you had just discovered a little piece of fate right next door.

[seoltzuki]

Sunshine

sana x fem reader

fluff

Part two!

She’s a teacher and she flirts, you’re the librarian and you blush!

nayeon, mina, momo, tzuyu and chaeyoung are kids in this! jeongyeon is the integration aide, jihyo is the principal, dahyun is the nurse!

"Miss Sunshine! Miss Sunshine! How was your weekend? How are the baby bunnies in your backyard? Are they okay? Are they eating? Are they getting bigger?"

You smile at the excited little voice that bursts into the library. Without even looking up from the books you're shelving, you know it's Nayeon—and that Sana's class must be right behind her.

"Miss Sunshine!!"

The kids started calling you that all thanks to Sana, who can’t seem to stop flirting with you. She always calls you "Sunshine" whenever she sees you, whether it’s in the hallways, the teachers' lounge, or the library. It didn’t take long for the kids to catch on and make it their own, and now her entire class knows you by that name.

Sana’s playful grin from across the room never fails to make you blush, though you try your best to act unfazed. She leans casually against the doorframe, watching you, waiting for your reaction.

"Hey, Sunshine," she calls softly, just loud enough for you to hear but too quiet for anyone else to catch.

You shoot her a quick glance before going back to placing books on the shelves, doing your best to ignore her teasing.

“Miss Sunshineeeee, the bunnies!” Nayeon whines, huffing dramatically as her tiny hands reach up to tug at your shirt.

You can’t help but smile. Leaning down to her level, Nayeon’s face lights up, her two front teeth proudly on display, and her tongue slipping over the gap where she’s lost a canine. It’s a bit of a mess to look at, but she’s so full of joy that it’s endearing.

“They’re doing very well, Nayeon,” you say, grinning at her excitement. “The babies have opened their eyes!”

Nayeon squeals with delight, immediately running over to Momo and wrapping her in a tight hug before tugging at Mina’s arm. Giggling, she excitedly shares the good news about the baby bunnies with her friends.

You chuckle softly, watching the scene unfold. Momo yawns and sighs, her bangs so long they nearly cover her eyes, while Mina listens intently, smiling shyly and nodding as Nayeon chatters away. The contrast between them makes you grin—Momo, always a bit disheveled and sleepy, and Mina, ever so quiet and attentive.

As you shelve the last book, you notice Sana approaching with her signature confidence. She clears her throat, a playful smile on her lips.

“I was thinking,” she starts, leaning casually against the shelf, “how about we grab a quick coffee in the lounge?”

You roll your eyes, smiling despite yourself. “Sana, you have a class to take care of,” you remind her, glancing over at the group of students scattered around the library.

She leans in a little closer, her voice dropping to a soft murmur. “They’ll survive without me for a few minutes. Plus, I could use a little sunshine to brighten my day.”

You bite back a grin, trying not to give her the satisfaction. “You’ve got an entire class of kids depending on you, Sana,” you repeat, your voice light but firm.

She tilts her head, her eyes locking onto yours with a playful gleam. “Yeah, but none of them are as cute as you.”

You try to suppress a smile, knowing she’s pushing all the right buttons. “You’re going to get in trouble, Miss Minatozaki.”

She shrugs, unfazed. “What’s a little trouble when I get to be with you? We’ll keep the library door open, and I promise we’ll be quick. If anything comes up, I’ll be right back.”

This girl…

"Fine."

Sana’s face brightens, and she grabs your hand, pulling you toward the lounge. But just before you exit the library, she pauses and turns back to the group of kids still scattered around.

“Hey, everyone!” she calls out, her voice warm and bright. “I’m just stepping out for a quick coffee. You all behave while I’m gone, okay?”

A few kids look up, and Chaeyoung, with her braces gleaming, raises her hand. “Miss Minatozaki, can we come too?” Her lisp makes the question even more adorable.

She kneels down, her expression softening. “Oh, Chaeyoung, I’d love that! But I need you all to stay here for a few minutes.”

Chaeyoung pouts for a moment but then brightens. “Okay! But we’ll miss you!”

Sana smiles, her eyes shining with affection. “I’ll miss you too! Just make sure to help each other out while I’m gone, alright? If you all do a good job, I’ll have a surprise for you later!”

“What kind of surprise, Miss Minatozaki?” Many little voices all chime in together.

“Ah, that’s a secret! But if I come back and everything’s gone smoothly, I’ll share it with you,” she giggles, standing up and reaching for your hand again.

Their eyes widen in delight. “Okay! We’ll be super good!”

“I know you will! Just keep an eye on each other, alright? I’ll be back before you know it!”

With that, she leads you out of the library and into the hallway. The sounds of the school fade behind you as the two of you make your way to the staff lounge. It’s quiet when you arrive, the room empty, other than the faint sound of the coffee machine humming in the corner.

Sana moves to the counter with a practiced ease, immediately grabbing two cups. “Caramel macchiato for you, right?” she asks, so familiar.

You blink, surprised. “You know my order?”

She gives you a sideways smile, half-shy, half-playful. “You think I haven’t been paying attention?”

“I didn’t think you noticed the small stuff.”

“I notice everything,” she replies, her eyes flicking to yours before lingering just a little too long. There’s something different in her gaze. It’s soft, but with an intensity that makes you shift on your feet.

Sana steps a little closer, the warmth of her body just barely brushing yours. “You know,” she murmurs, her voice lower now, “you’re not as unreadable as you think.”

You blink, caught off guard by the sudden shift. “What do you mean?”

She tilts her head, a teasing smile curling her lips. “I mean, I’ve been watching you. The way you bite your lip when you’re trying to act all composed, the way your eyes flicker when you think I’m pushing a little too far.”

Your pulse quickens, and you can’t quite find the words to respond. Sana notices your hesitation, her grin widening. She takes another step, close enough now that the scent of her perfume—light and sweet—fills the air between you.

“And the way you’re looking at me right now,” she continues, her voice barely above a whisper, “like you’re trying so hard to keep that guard up.”

Your breath catches in your throat as her eyes trace your face, lingering on your lips for a fraction of a second. She leans in, her voice a soft, teasing purr. “You don’t have to pretend around me, you know.”

“I’m not pretending,” you manage to say, though it comes out weaker than you’d intended.

Sana raises an eyebrow, clearly amused. “Oh really? Then what’s stopping you?”

The fact that you flirt with everyone and I’m probably not that special to you.

You open your mouth to answer, but she’s already leaning closer, her breath ghosting against your skin as she speaks again. “You know, I could make it easier for you. If you’d just… let me.”

The room feels warmer. Her fingers brush against yours as she hands you your coffee, her touch lingering, her gaze never wavering from yours. The way she’s looking at you, like she’s daring you to say or do something, makes your heart race.

“I…” You trail off, unsure of how to respond, your mind racing to catch up with what’s happening.

Sana smirks, clearly enjoying your reaction. “See? You’re cute when you’re flustered.”

You’re about to respond—try to salvage what’s left of your composure—but the words are stuck in your throat. The way she’s looking at you, her proximity, the heat of the moment—it’s all too much. Just when you think you might actually combust from the tension between you, the door to the lounge bursts open.

Jihyo storms in, her face etched with frustration, dragging a pale-looking Tzuyu behind her. “Sana!” Jihyo’s voice is sharp, and it immediately cuts through the air between you two.

Both you and Sana jerk back, the flirty atmosphere shattered in an instant. Sana straightens up, blinking as if she’s just been snapped out of a trance. “Jihyo?” she stammers, clearly caught off guard.

“Where the hell were you?” Jihyo demands, her eyes flashing with anger. “Your class has been unsupervised for who knows how long! Tzuyu was sick, and no one was there to help her.”

Tzuyu, standing beside Jihyo, looks unsteady, her skin pale and clammy. She weakly lifts a hand to wave, her voice quivering. “I threw up…”

Sana’s face pales instantly, guilt flooding her features. She rushes forward, concern replacing the flirtatious edge she had moments ago. “Tzuyu, oh my god, are you okay?” She kneels down to Tzuyu’s level, eyes scanning her worriedly.

Tzuyu nods feebly but doesn’t look well. Jihyo crosses her arms, her expression still stormy. “Sana, you can’t just leave your class unsupervised! What if something worse had happened?”

Sana glances back at you, guilt written all over her face. Her confident, teasing demeanor is completely gone now, replaced by genuine worry. “I’m sorry, Jihyo. I—I didn’t think… I’ll take care of this right away.”

Without another word, she turns back to Tzuyu, gently guiding her towards the door. “Come on, let’s get you to the nurse.”

As they leave, Jihyo gives you a hard stare, her disappointment clear. “You too. This isn’t a playground. Don’t let her drag you into this next time.”

You nod, feeling a knot of guilt tighten in your chest as you watch them walk out, the lounge suddenly feeling a lot colder and emptier than before.

~~~

At the nurse’s office, Sana sits on the edge of the desk, watching as Dahyun checks Tzuyu’s temperature. Tzuyu, looking slightly better but still exhausted, is lying down, her eyes half-closed as she rests.

“Her fever’s gone down,” Dahyun says softly, smoothing the blanket over Tzuyu. “She just needs to sleep it off. Her parents will be there soon.”

Sana lets out a sigh of relief, running a hand through her hair. “Thanks, Dahyun. I should’ve been with her earlier…”

Dahyun looks over at her, a knowing smile tugging at her lips. “Mmm, I heard you were… preoccupied.”

She shifts in her seat, trying to play it cool. “I—uh, yeah, I was just grabbing coffee with—”

Dahyun raises an eyebrow, cutting her off. “With her. Again.” She chuckles, clearly amused by the whole situation. “You really couldn’t wait until after work to flirt, huh?”

Sana feels the heat rush to her cheeks, a mix of embarrassment and defensiveness bubbling up. “It’s not like that! I just wanted to—”

“To what? Casually flirt during work hours like you do every single day?” Dahyun teases, crossing her arms as she leans against the counter. “Come on, Sana. If you really want her, you’re gonna have to step up your game. I mean, you’re smooth and all, but maybe she’s not picking up on it.”

Sana stares at her, confused. “What do you mean? I flirt with her all the time! How much clearer can I be? She has to know by now, right?”

Dahyun shakes her head, laughing softly. “Apparently not. If she knew, she’d probably have made a move by now too, don’t you think? Or maybe she’s just oblivious. Either way, you’re gonna have to do more than your usual teasing.”

Sana frowns, genuinely perplexed. “But I’m always complimenting her, giving her all my attention. How am I supposed to step it up?”

Dahyun giggles again, clearly enjoying this. “Maybe stop trying to make her flustered all the time and just be real with her. Ask her out for real. You know, something that’s not in the middle of a workday with your class waiting on you.”

Sana groans, leaning back in her chair. “But that’s my thing! The flirting, the teasing—it’s how I show I like her.”

Dahyun shrugs. “Yeah, well, maybe she doesn’t get it. You might need to try a different approach, or she’s just going to think you’re playing games forever.”

Sana bites her lip, mulling over Dahyun’s words. Could it really be that simple?

~~~

You sigh, kneeling beside the overturned pot, staring at the dirt and wilted leaves scattered on the floor. "We told Tzuyu to throw up in the plant like we’ve seen in the movies!" Chaeyoung’s lisped explanation echoes in your head, and you still can’t quite believe it. Momo, standing beside her, had nodded solemnly like they’d been performing some sort of public service. Who would’ve thought these kids would take movie scenes so literally?

The plant, unfortunately, looks beyond saving. You sigh again, preparing to toss it out when the soft creak of the library door catches your attention.

“Hey, Sunshine,” Sana’s voice calls gently from behind you.

You turn, finding her leaning in the doorway, her usual playful glint missing from her eyes, replaced by something more caring. There’s a tenderness in the way she approaches you, crossing the room to stand by your side.

“They really told her to throw up in the plant, huh?” she asks, crouching down beside you, her gaze landing on the poor mess.

You nod, letting out a weary chuckle. “Yup. Chaeyoung and Momo were the masterminds behind that one.”

Sana sighs softly, shaking her head in amusement. “Kids.” She reaches out to brush a bit of dirt off the pot, her fingers gentle as she surveys the damage. “Looks like we’re going to need a new plant.”

You give her a small smile. “Yeah, this one’s seen better days. I was just about to throw it out.”

Sana glances at you, her expression soft. “You don’t have to do all this alone, you know. It’s recess. I’ve got time to help clean up.”

You blink, a bit surprised by her offer. “Sana, it’s okay, really. You don’t need to—”

“I want to,” she interrupts. She kneels down next to you, grabbing a rag without hesitation. “Besides, you’ve had a day too. Let me help.”

There’s no teasing in her tone, no flirty banter like usual. Just sincerity. It takes you off guard, making you pause for a second longer than you’d like to admit. You’ve always known Sana as playful, but this side of her feels different—softer, more genuine.

“Well, if you insist,” you finally say. “We can clean up this mess together.”

She smiles, warm and gentle, and for the first time today, the chaos doesn’t feel so overwhelming.

Oh, Sana.

~~~

The staff room is filled with murmurs and the low rustle of papers as everyone takes their seats for the meeting. You sit quietly in the corner, mind still lingering on the events of the day. Sana sits a few chairs away, casually leaning back, though you notice her glancing in your direction now and then. You try not to think too much of it, though the air feels tense, like something big is about to drop.

Jihyo stands at the front, her usual composed self, though there’s an unmistakable tension in her expression. When she finally clears her throat, the room falls silent.

“Thank you all for coming,” she starts, her tone a little heavier than usual. “I wish I had better news, but I’ll get straight to the point. We’re going to be receiving significantly less funding this semester.”

The room goes silent for a beat before the groans start. You feel your stomach drop as whispers grow louder. Jeongyeon, sitting a few rows ahead, is visibly tense, her hands clenching at the edges of the table.

“This is fucking bullshit!” Jeongyeon suddenly shouts, standing up and slamming her hands on the table. “How are we supposed to do our jobs with less money? We barely have enough as it is!”

The room shifts uncomfortably at her outburst, but no one dares to disagree. You feel your heart sinking deeper, anxiety creeping up at the thought of how this will affect the library. Jihyo raises her hands, trying to calm everyone down.

“I know,” Jihyo says, her voice firm but empathetic. “I’m well aware of how difficult this will make things for all of us. But we’re going to have to make cuts. I’m reallocating some of the budget to other departments that are in more immediate need.”

Jeongyeon huffs, dropping back into her seat with a frustrated scowl, but Jihyo continues.

“And unfortunately,” she adds, pausing to look around the room, “the library’s budget is going to be completely cut. The funds will be redistributed to cover the gaps elsewhere.”

You freeze.

Completely cut?

It feels like the room closes in around you as the weight of the news settles in. You try to process the words, but they hit too hard, too fast. All you can think about are the kids—the ones who rely on the library for a quiet space, for books, for learning. The ones who look to you for help and guidance. How are you supposed to do your job with no funding?

You want to say something, to speak up, but the shock has stolen your voice. It’s unfair—not just to you, but to the kids. Your chest tightens, but all you can do is sit there, stunned into silence.

That’s when you hear Sana’s voice cut through the tension. “Wait, hold on a second.”

All eyes turn to her as she stands, her expression serious, but there’s a protectiveness in her tone. “Jihyo, you can’t just cut the library’s funding entirely. That’s going to hurt the students more than anything. They need the library—it’s not just a luxury; it’s essential.”

Jihyo meets her gaze, looking torn but resolute. “I understand that, Sana, but we don’t have the resources. Something has to give.”

Sana shakes her head, stepping forward. “I get that everyone’s under pressure, but cutting the library’s budget completely? That’s not the solution. You’re taking away a vital space for the students. You’ve seen how many kids depend on it every day. How is that fair to them? Or to—” she glances over at you, her eyes softening for a moment “—to the people who work hard to make sure they have that space?”

Your breath catches, realizing she’s speaking up for you, for the library, for the kids. There’s a quiet strength in the way she stands, not backing down.

Jihyo looks conflicted, her hands gripping the edges of the table as she exhales. "We don’t have many options right now, but I hear you, Sana. I’ll see if there’s anything we can do to minimize the cuts. But there will still be sacrifices."

Sana nods, her gaze steady. “I just don’t want the library to disappear because it’s too important. We can’t forget what it means to these kids.”

You glance at Sana, a wave of gratitude swelling in your chest. Even in the middle of the mess, she’s still looking out for you. It’s the first time you’ve felt a little bit of hope since Jihyo dropped the bombshell.

Jihyo gives a tired nod, signaling the end of the conversation for now. “We’ll revisit this later. Thank you, everyone.”

As the room slowly begins to clear, you sit there, still processing. Sana walks over to you, a soft, reassuring smile on her face.

“Don’t worry, Sunshine,” she says gently. “We’ll figure something out. I won’t let them forget how important you are to this school. Or the library.”

~~~

It was another bustling day in the library as Sana’s class visited to pick out new books for the upcoming week. You were cataloging items at your desk, the familiar comfort of your work surrounding you. You spotted Sana in the hallway, animatedly discussing projects with Jeongyeon when a group of five little girls approached you, their eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Miss Sunshine…” they whispered in unison, their tone conspiratorial.

You looked up, curious. “What’s going on?”

Nayeon stepped forward, her expression serious. “I think Miss Sana has butterflies for you.”

You raised your brows, intrigued. “Oh really?”

Chaeyoung nodded vigorously as she added, “Yeah! She has a crush!”

You couldn’t help but smile, leaning in a little closer. “A crush, huh? What makes you say that?”

They all nodded eagerly. Mina leaned in, her voice barely a whisper. “She likes you, Miss Sunshine.”

You leaned forward to catch her words, feeling a warm blush creep onto your cheeks. “She likes me?”

Tzuyu chimed in, “You’re her sunshine. I heard it! She told the nurse!”

You laughed, the warmth in your cheeks growing. “Did she send you all to tell me this?”

Momo yawned, brushing her thick bangs away from her face. “She’s weird. When you walk past our class, she always stops teaching, and it’s not like we’ve been bad. She usually only does that when we’re talking over her!”

You shook your head, amusement dancing in your eyes. “I guess she just can’t help but get distracted by her favorite librarian.”

The girls giggled, their joy contagious.

“What’s so funny?” Sana asked, hands on her hips as she walked closer to the desk.

The girls turned to her, their excitement bubbling over. Nayeon quickly pointed at you. “We were just telling Miss Sunshine that you have butterflies for her!”

Sana raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk appearing on her lips. “Oh really? What gave that away?”

Chaeyoung giggled, “You always stop teaching when she walks by! And your face turns red!”

You felt your cheeks heat as Sana leaned in slightly, her voice low and teasing. “Looks like I can’t hide anything from my favorite little spies,” she said, winking at the girls. “But you all have to keep it a secret! You can’t let my Sunshine know that I like her!”

The girls erupted into giggles, and you couldn’t ignore the flutter in your heart.

They giggled and exchanged glances, clearly thrilled by the little secret they were part of. Nayeon leaned closer to you, “Miss Sunshine, do you like Miss Minatozaki back?”

You felt your heart race and glanced at Sana, who was watching you with a playful smile. “Well, she’s… nice,” you managed to say, your cheeks warming.

Sana feigned surprise, placing a hand on her chest. “Just nice? I was hoping for more than that!”

The girls burst into laughter, their excitement infectious. Tzuyu piped up, “You should tell her you like her, too!”

You laughed, shaking your head. “I don’t think it’s that simple.”

Sana stepped closer, her eyes sparkling with something. “Maybe it is,” she said, her tone so incredibly gentle. “You never know unless you try.”

~~~

A few weeks later, the library was dimly lit as you and Sana unpacked boxes of new books, the excitement from the recent funding shift making you both so happy.

Sana leaned in closer, her shoulder brushing against yours as she reached for a book. “You know, I could really help you focus,” she teased, her voice soft and inviting.

You tried to concentrate, but then she pressed a gentle kiss to your cheek, lingering just a moment longer. “You look so pretty when you’re deep in thought,” she murmured, her breath warm against your skin.

Flustered, you replied, “Sana, we shouldn’t—”

Before you could finish, she kissed your neck, sending a rush of warmth through you. “Just a little distraction,” she whispered, nibbling playfully at your ear.

You let out a soft laugh, feeling your resolve melt away. “Okay, maybe just a quick break.”

With a bright smile, she pulled back to meet your gaze. “You really are amazing, you know. So smart and talented. So kind to the kids and everyone around. A literal sunshine,” she said, wrapping her arms around your waist and leaning in to place a sweet peck on your lips, a tender touch that left you breathless.

She stepped back, her eyes sparkling with affection, “And I have to thank those little wingwomen for setting this up. They really know how to play matchmaker, don’t they?”

You smiled, your heart swelling. “They’re so adorable and they probably learned that from you, miss flirt.”

Sana giggled. “Maybe. Now let’s get out of here, beautiful. I want to enjoy the rest of the day with you.”

Hand in hand, you walked out of the school, the cool evening air wrapping around you both.

"Come on, my sunshine!"

[llovely-12]

School sucks!

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Minatozaki Sana x female reader

Warnings: Loser reader, popular girl Sana, awkward talks, history class (if that's a warning for anyone), reader is like super nerdy, some self-doubt, mentions of presentation anxiety

Story: Reader and Sana are paired together for group work. Sana flirts, reader blushes.

Authors note: This was quite fun as someone who has history advanced class. Sometimes, I feel like an absolute nerdy loser during school. Anyways, enjoy the read♥︎

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The school bell rings as the clock strikes eight o'clock. School has started, and the students of the eleventh grade wait patiently for their history teacher. Monday first period was always reserved for history. A few students quickly shove some snacks into their mouths, and others spend the time on their phone for as long as they still could.

The door slides open, and the teacher walks inside. Measured steps walk towards the front of the class.

"Good morning, class." Greets the history teacher. Everyone gets up and bows down while mumbling a 'Good morning'.

"I've planned a class project for the week. The project will include a presentation, a handout, and a test on all of the presented topics. The timeline for preparation as well as presenting will take about two and a half weeks. I will choose the groups. Every group includes two students."

Groans and complaints roar through the classroom. Nobody seems to be in the mood for such a time-consuming project. The mentions of a test seemed to wrap it up nicely.

One student, though, was all excited for the project. Y/n. Her love for history was indescribable. Always top of the class with a perfect score. Her love for history started at a very young age. Most of her free time was reserved for researching historic events. On top of that, she is also class president. A trustful student at that.

Y/n smiled brightly while already planning out the structure of this project.

There is another person in this classroom. Her excitement was on the bare minimum. Minatozaki Sana. She is one of the most popular girls at school. Everyone is head over heels for either her or one of her friends. Hirai Momo and Myoui Mina are always on her side, the Japanese girls never seen separate.

Sana groans and glances out of the window. She wasn't exactly stupid or not good in history. The subject just didn't matter to her that much. There were better things she could spend her free time with. Such as shopping.

The teacher had already started putting together the pairs. Some students are happy while some others try to hide their frustrations. Y/n patiently waited for her turn.

"Y/n, you will be in a group with Sana."

Y/n smiles and turns to glance at Sana. The two never spoke much. The class president waves joyfully and nicely greets Sana. The Japanese girl, on the other hand, did not react that excitedly. She almost rolled her eyes and turned her head away.

♡

After class, Y/n makes her way to Sana.

"Hello, Sana. Since we're in one group, I wanted to discuss some things for the start. When do you have time for meeting up after school? I already planned some things for the presentation and hand out-"

"First of all, I don't have any time for this project. I really need some new clothes, so I'll be spending my free time shopping. Secondly, I think you can handle this perfectly on your own for now. I'll tell you when I'm free, just get started and I'll help you later on. What's even our topic?"

"Oh, um, our topic is Napoleon and him taking over Europe. Please text me when you're free. Here's my number."

You hand her your phone and watch her type in your number into her contacts. She smiles and hands you back your phone.

"Thanks, Sana, I'll be looking forward to our work together."

You smile back and leave the classroom to get to your other class.

♡

A week has passed. Sana hasn't texted you yet, and the project is due in three days. You did most of the research yourself as expected. People mostly let you do the work since you're the class best. Sana isn't an exception there.

You thought she would have messaged you by now, but the contact between the two of you stays silent. Sana doesn't even talk to you at school. You feel really frustrated about this. She didn't even talk to you in history class.

You never minded being the nerdy outcast, but sometimes it was just lonely. Nobody would want to pair up with you. Many would just use you for good grades. You didn't think Sana would be the same. She actually looked so sweet.

A notification from your phone interrupts your train of thoughts. It's a text message from Sana.

'Send me your address, I'm coming over wince I have some free time. Can't leave you all alone with the project ;)'

You sit up and look at the message for a few seconds. That was quick. You didn't think the odds would change this fast, but here you are. You type in your address and see her reply with thumbs up. She's quite silly if you think about it.

♡

The wait for Sana is uncomfortable and embarrassingly long. You get a light stomach ache, which is quite normal in stressful situations. Everything related to the topic is laid out on your desk, sorted neatly. Your right leg bounces on the stop to relieve some stress.

Your parents aren't home for the night. They went out for dinner. You often told them that you wouldn't be eating with them since you were so caught up in studying. School is something very important to you, and you take it very seriously.

The door rings, and your body almost explodes with nervousness. She's here, at your house. This is weird. Nobody's ever been at your house. You apparently take too long for her liking, so Sana rings the doorbell again.

The sounds of your footsteps are muffled due to the carpet. You carefully open the door and glance at Sana. She looks nice, maybe a bit overdressed. You, on the other hand, are dressed in casual clothes.

Sana smiles at you and moves past you inside of your house without even asking for permission. You look after her in confusion, but quickly close the door to catch up with her.

"Where's your bedroom?"

Sana asks. You lead her to your room and close the door after the two of you enter. Sana takes a good look at your room. She grins at the decor and the posters.

"Kpop? Really? Didn't think you'd be this nerdy."

You blush and look down at your feet.

"It's actually really nice to listen to. You should give it a chance."

Sana shrugs and picks up some other items. She often giggles to herself. You can't really do anything else other than watching her inspect everything in your room. Maybe this was a bad idea.

"How about we start on the project? It's due in three days, and there are still some things we need to do."

Sana nods and looks at the already gathered papers on your desk.

"Did you already start with the hand out?"

You shake your head and walk over to your desk.

"No, I focused on the presentation first. It's the most important thing about our project. All of the information I gathered should be helpful for the handout, though."

Sana nods and takes some of the papers. She reads through the information and nods to herself.

"Wait, wasn't Napoleon like active during the first world war?"

You stop with what you're doing and slowly turn to look at Sana. This question was not expected.

"No. Napoleon's era was during the late eighteen century up to the early nineteen century. World War One happened in 1914 until 1918. Why did you think Napoleon ruled during world war one?"

"I don't know. My concept of time is not that great."

You nod and get back to the information. Sana grabs a paper and starts with the handout.

"I can start on the handout. After I'm done, we can copy this and print it out a few times. What do you want on the handout?"

"Uhm, maybe Napoleon's way of taking over Europe, and we should definitely bring in the code civil."

Sana just nods and raises her eyebrows at what you said. Her knowledge of history could be compared to the intelligence of a potato. This was just not her strong suit.

"Wow, you're really into the topic. It's a shame that you're this nerdy. You're actually kinda cute."

Sana winks at you, and you blush. Why is she acting like this? At first she didn't want to talk to you, and now she is flirting with you? What is this behaviour?

The evening goes on with the two of you working on the project. Sana is surprisingly very good at making handouts. Her questions on Napoleon, on the other hand, have you in a state of shock.

During the work, Sana makes some flirty comments towards you. It's weird since she doesn't really talk to you, like ever, but this seems to be different. You don't know what has gotten into her.

Sana leaves after two hours. She winks at you and then walks off into the night. Your face is beet red. Nobody has ever acted like this with you before.

♡

You sit down in the cafeteria to eat some food. While munching on some rice, you finish some English homework. You're so deep in thoughts that you don't notice three girls walking over to you.

They put down their trays and sit down at your table. You lift your head to see who it's is. It's Sana and her friends Mina and Momo. Sana sat down next to you while the other girls obtained the seats across from you. Sana smiles and clings onto your arm.

"Hi, I hope you don't mind us sitting here. We just thought you were a bit lonely, all by yourself. What are you working on, honey?"

You stop in your tracks and look at Sana. Your face heats up, and you stammer for words. Momo and Mina are suddenly very interested in the food, but you can see the smile on their faces.

"Uh, uh, I'm working on English homework."

"Cute."

Sana coes and presses herself against your body. You side eye her and get back to your homework.

It is really hard trying to concentrate, while Sana distracts you from homework. She would squeeze your arm and whisper flirty stuff in your ear. Momo is too interested in her food to even notice the commotion between Sana and yourself. You sometimes think she's in a different universe, deeply engaged in her thoughts. Mina, on the other hand, did notice the little situation between Sana and you, yet she did not comment on it.

You really ask yourself why this is happening. Yesterday, you were a lonesome loser with nerdy interests, and now you're apparently the hottest thing in school, according to Sana. This didn't make much sense.

Though you had the idea that this would hold on until the final test on all of the projects was written. Many people feigned a friendship before, only to leave you after they got a good grade. It was sad that no one was really interested in your personality and rather your intelligence. Maybe this was Sana's plan. Use you for good grades and then leave.

♡

Finally, presentation day arrived. You were quite nervous about your end result. There was always a certain fear inside your body when it came to presentations. The thought of people laughing over your mistakes hunt you in every nightmare.

You sit beside Sana while watching another group present. Your leg bounces up and down in a fast rhythm. The pressure of presenting in front of the entire class presses down on you. Anxiety fills your mind and body. Your hands start shaking too.

Sana is focused on drawing a cute little figure into her notebook. She barely pays attention to the group that's currently presenting. What does catch her attention is the way you're behaving. The fast-paced leg bouncing and the shaky hands as you try to take notes on what the other students are saying. She glances at you for a few seconds before she gently puts a hand on your knee. She presses down onto your leg so it doesn't bounce anymore.

You look at Sana. Shock and confusion spread across your face. Sana smiles and caresses your knee with her thumb.

"It's fine, Y/n. Try to focus on something else. It's just a presentation. The others won't throw rotten tomatoes when you make a mistake."

You nod and try to calm down. Sana's gentle gestures helped a lot during the process. The group came to an end, and you raised your hand to give some feedback. Everything felt more at ease now that Sana was silently comforting you.

It's now your turn to present. You get up and walk to the front of the class. The PowerPoint starts, and you go over the agenda and explain the different topics. Sana notices a slight shake in your voice. She grabs your hand and holds it while you're presenting. The action is hidden so other classmates don't notice the affectionate gesture.

The presentation goes smoothly with no mistakes. The feedback is good, and the teacher seems pleased with the final product of your research. You give the teacher as well as some classmates the handout.

After class, you stop Sana and thank her for the help. She smiles and gives your hand a gentle kiss before disappearing into the crowded hallway.

♡

Sana asked you to study with her for the upcoming history test. To you, the topics and different timelines were easily understandable, yet to her, it was a disaster. Sana had not made any notes on the presentation, so you both decided to research the different presented topics.

You would give Sana a topic, and she should research about it and write down notes. At the end of your study session, she should present everything she researched. You did this four days in a row. Between researching, you also asked her questions about the different historic events. It helped her memorising everything, from dates to persons active during the historic eras.

Also, Momo and Mina started getting closer to you. The trio overall warmed up and took you in, almost like they adopted you. Momo was hesitant at first. She was always a bit introverted, so she got to know you at a slow pace. Mina was about the same. After a few days of sharing a table at lunch, the two of them started talking to you like you've been friends for a long time.

Sana kept her clingy energy with you. She used every opportunity to be close to you and seek your company. She even asked to be seated next to you in most classes.

All of this did not make sense to you. Yes, you enjoyed the company and the maybe promising friendships that could evolve, but on the other hand, you knew what happened. After the test, Sana would disappear with her friends and leave you alone.

The days went by quickly, and the ache in your stomach grew bigger with every passing hour. You did not want them to leave you. The time you had with these three girls was awesome. You have never met people like that before.

After the test was done, you thought Sana wouldn't even talk to you. To your surprise, she still hung out with you. Why's that?

♡

You open your history textbook, and a note falls onto your lap. Your name is written on one side in neat handwriting. Nobody usually got access to your books, so this is weird. How did anyone manage to slip a note in there?

You take the note and open it up. Inside, there is a small text.

Dear Y/n, I've been admiring you over the last month. I was so happy when our history teacher paired us together for the project. You are such a caring and fantastic person. I really like you. Would you meet me after school for more clarity? Yours sincerely, Sana.

Your eyes widen. Sana wrote a confession letter to you? How is this possible?! You always thought she was annoyed when you were around. Well, she did get closer to you over the last two weeks, but you never expected this.

You carefully fold the letter and put it into your pocket. One thing was clear. You definitely needed clarity on this. Everything is so confusing right now. How long has she liked you? Or is this only a trap? The anticipation for the meet-up after school grows with every second.

♡

Sana leans against the school wall while waiting for you. You take small but firm steps into her direction. She looks up and meets your gaze. A shy smile spreads across her face. You have never seen Sana this unsure in your life. Usually, she is always this confident girl, but right now, it seems like she's scared for your reaction.

You smile back and still in front of Sana. Silence fills up the space. Neither of you is sure how to start this conversation. You don't know what to say or how to open up this topic. Sana, let's out a deep breath.

"So you've read the letter?"

You nod and pull it out of your pocket as proof. Sana nods and looks at you curiously.

"Well, what do you have to say?"

"I, uhm, I honestly don't know. All of this is new to me. I've never had anyone confess to me. If I'm honest, I don't know why you're into me. I mean, there's not much to like about me."

Sana stares at you in disbelief. She steps closer and takes your hand. Her eyes meet yours. Her brown orbs sparkle a little.

"Are you kidding me? You're such a wonderful person, I don't get how people don't like you. There should be people standing in a line to date you. Even if you're nerdy or if you're not that popular. I think you're perfect. You're just right the way you are."

Your eyes fill up with adoration. Sana has just the right words to swoon you. Butterflies errupt in your stomach and spread a tingly feeling in your body. You giggle and hide your face in your hands.

Sana grins and takes your hands from your face again.

"So what do you say? Are you up for a date?"

You take a moment to think about it. After some consideration, you nod slowly. Sana excitedly jumps around and laughs happily.

"I honestly thought you would dump me after the project. Most people did that, so I was unsure about you and your friends staying."

Sana stops and frowns.

"I would've never done that. That's just low. Anyone who did that should be ashamed of themselves."

You smile. Sana takes your hand. The two of you start walking. Sana chats about all kinds of things while you listen carefully. It's a nice combo. You notice after some time that Sana is walking you home. The path, too engraved in your mind to not notice.

You stop at your house and turn to Sana.

"Thank you."

You shyly smile again. Sana grins and looks at you.

"For asking you out or walking you home?"

"Both."

You giggle and glance at her. Sana leans in and kisses your cheek. The kiss is gentle and soft. It could also be mistaken for a peck with how delicate it is. Your cheeks heat up and turn into a rose pink colour. Sana steps away from you and winks before walking off. She waves one last time before rounding the corner.

You step inside your house and hold the cheek she just kissed. Your other hand reaches for the letter. A smile spreads across your face as you soak up the lovely feeling of Sana's adoration for you.

♡

[nr1chaedickrider]

love me or leave me tonight

Does love survive hatred?

angst, angst and angst ; also smut!!! is this even fluff.. ; vampire!sana ; vampirehunter!reader ; violence and stuff ; blood and bloodplay ; sana is manipulative lwk?? ; bondage ; sana has a back tattoo ; degradation ; forbidden love ; friends to ???? ^_^ ; inspired by first kill ; mentions of murder ; voyerism ; happy (very very late) birthday @cry4mina (thiswas supposed to be your bday present), you were probs the person that motivated me the most for writing this so thank you, not proofread!

men dni.

It feels like your wrists are tied together, not being able to move, not at all.

The way she looks at you makes you shiver in fear, tears rolling down your cheeks.

"Please.." you beg her, in such a pathetic tone nobody would be able to make fun of you, instead they would feel bad for you.

Sana always described herself as being different than the others though.

If it is because of her fangs or just her behavior in general that makes her look like a monster, you don't know for sure.

-

You crush the empty beer can and drop it on the floor. Sana hands you a new one and you thank her with a brief nod.

You open it with a crack and take a sip, feeling the fizz and tasting the slightly bitter taste.

It's pretty quiet before you start talking.

"My family is causing stress again.

"Should I pretend to be surprised?" she asks with a light laugh, you laugh a little too.

"Is that why you have bruises and scars?" she adds, looking at the injuries on your face and neck.

Sana - the only person who knows your secret, that you were born into a family of vampire hunters.

"One of the strongest vampire families is said to be here in town," you answer.

Sana - the only daughter of the most famous vampire family.

She knows all your secrets - you know none of hers.

She nods, as if she understands what you are going through.

She lifts her hand and gently strokes the scar on your cheek.

You blush slightly at the close proximity of the two of you.

Just a little more pressure and it would start to bleed, Sana thinks to herself.

She pulls her hand away before she thinks any more about it, before her feelings take over.

Her feelings have always been stronger than her.

Her feelings control her, it has always been like this.

-

"I love you" the words glide easily over her tongue, a smile on her lips.

Even if it's just a whisper - it's a dream for you, as if nothing could happen, nothing could stop you.

Like teenagers in love (that's what you are, teenagers).

"Really?" you ask, in some way you're sure she means it, but you just want to hear it again.

She nods, "I love you so much" she repeats with the same smile.

You take her hand in yours, your thumb gently stroking the back of her hand.

She looks down at your hands, then up at you.

You look into her eyes and move closer.

A kiss.

Gentle, slow, romantic, simply full of emotion.

Full of love.

When your lips part, you both giggle a little, but then you continue kissing.

Further, further, and further.

When your lips (finally) part again, you are both completely out of breath. Your cheeks are slightly flushed.

You both sink into the mattress as you push Sana into her on her back.

She continues to giggle, almost unable to stop, just like you.

You lean over her and kiss her neck. The contact of your lips on her cold neck makes the hair on her arms and neck stand up, her fingers digging into the sheets as you suck on her pulse point.

"Honestly, I have no idea what exactly to do," you confess as you sit on top of her, your hand toys with the hem of her oversized shirt (or rather, your oversized shirt).

"Me neither" she replies with a laugh.

You smile like an idiot as she says this. "Now come here" she says and pulls you down to kiss you again.

You mumble a "may I?" against her lips and tug lightly on her shirt, she responds with a nod and lifts her arms over her head as you pull the shirt over her head and drop it on the floor next to you.

You kiss her soft, smooth skin and take off her sports bra. Your hands slowly massage her breasts, Sana moans slightly and her body presses against yours to feel you and your hands even more and even better.

You slowly kiss further down, over her ribs, her thin stomach with a slightly trained six-pack - down to the waistband of her shorts.

You look up to her and make eye contact.

"Please" she says under her breath, you nod in response, knowing what she wants from you.

You pull them off her, as well as her underwear (that already has a damp spot on it).

You stare at her pretty pussy, you can't help but giggle a little at the view infront of you.

You come closer, inhaling her sweet scent before diving in.

Sana twitches a little at your sudden action, her hands flying to your head in just a second and gripping your hair, leaving a delicious burn.

Your tongue licks her clit, drawing eights on it.

You hope that you're doing a good job, desperately trying to remember how the women in porn do it - how they pleasure the other and making her moan like crazy.

You stop overthinking when Sana lets out a louder moan though.

Your tongue finds her hole, entering and exiting her a little.

"Please...

need your fingers" she moans out.

You smile a little as you part your mouth from her core, now rubbing circles on it with your two fingers.

You kiss her again, your pointer finger dipping into her wetness, making her moan out loud, not being able to kiss you back normally.

Her hands grip the bedsheets, a few veins peeking out from her hand.

You stop kissing her, going down to her neck and leaving wet kisses on it, kissing over the few marks you've left and adding even more to it.

Your second finger enters her, making her let out a high pitched whimper.

Her hips meet your pace and start grinding on your fingers, searching desperately for the pleasure she needs.

"I'm so close... please-" she whimpers, you smirk against her skin and take one of her erected buds into your mouth.

A few thrusts, your thumb on her clit, and your tongue on her nipple send her over the edge as she comes with a loud whine.

You slowly pull your wet fingers out of her, licking them clean as you watch her breathe heavily.

"That was so... wow-" she breathes out.

"You're cute"

-

Love is not forever.

After you met Sana, you actually wanted to think that it was something for eternity.

It would never die out, you would never think of anything but love.

Love, love, love.

Maybe it is really made to last forever - only that after a while you'll love in a different way.

Desperate love.

Loving sadness.

Loving even though you don't really want to.

This love consumes you, makes you think of nothing else but that.

Every situation can remind you of love.

Your brother's death also reminds you of it.

His body lies in a field, in complete darkness.

His eyes open, his gaze full of emptiness.

"What... what happened?" you ask, a slight tremor in your voice.

Your father exhales before answering you.

But instead of telling you like a normal person, he kneels down next to your brother's head and turns his head to the side.

A scar on his neck.

Two holes.

Blood residue next to it, completely dried.

Your mother and sister hug each other, tears running down their cheeks.

"Was it the new vampire family?" you ask.

Stupid question.

"Y/n..

It was Sana," he replies.

What?

"Sana?"

He nods.

You laugh a little, full of frustration.

"It's not funny-... she would never-"

"You can never trust vampires." he says with a stern tone.

He's serious.

Sana, your best friend, your girlfriend for several months.

She killed your brother.

You look at your brother, then at your family.

Your legs move faster than you can think.

You run away, run in a direction you know only too well.

Sana's house.

You take the back entrance to her garden (which you already know well enough) and come across her sitting in a chair.

She looks at you in shock as you look at her.

"Y/n- what are you doing here?" she asks and stands up.

"Is it true?" you ask back, your voice a mixture of fear and anger.

She doesn't say anything at first, but then realizes that you mean exactly what she's been trying to forget since last night.

She nods slowly.

She doesn't deny it, she doesn't try to explain herself.

Whether it's even possible to explain yourself.

Your hand grips the handle of your pocketknife tightly, your hands trembling slightly.

"Y/n... I wanted to tell you... but my parents-"

"They forbid me to see you, but I went ahead anyway because I love you"

You listen to her, for some reason hoping she'll say something good - even though you know that nothing can make this situation any better.

"He was my first victim," she says after an awkward, tense silence.

Her first victim?

"They made me bite him... as punishment"

"I couldn't help it"

"You couldn't help it? What are you saying... Sana, I thought you loved me"

"Where is your common sense?" you ask her, your voice louder and full of despair.

You run towards her, your knife pointed at her as you try to hit her chest.

She dodges quickly, twisting your arm behind your back as you let out a small cry of pain and let the knife drop.

"Y/n..." she says with concern.

Her grip is as if she doesn't even want to do any of this, as if she's being forced by something.

"It's better if you leave," she adds.

She lets go of you (or rather, tosses you) as you fall on the ground, the wet grass soaking through your clothes as you feel the cold.

You look up at her, full of fear.

This is not the Sana you know.

It doesn't feel like you're looking at Sana Minatozaki.

At this moment, it feels like you're in front of an evil person.

Like in a nightmare.

You grab the knife on the floor next to you and stand up quickly, your eyes on her one last time before you run away.

She looks after you, sees your body getting smaller and smaller before you disappear behind a hill.

A tear runs down her cheek, and as she turns around she sees both her parents looking down at her through the second floor window.

Their expressions are cold and disappointed.

Just like always.

And you, you don't stop running.

You run on and on, without a destination, without any idea where you want to go.

Just away from here -

Away from Sana.

-

The music is loud as you walk into the club, your jeans are loose around your waist, your white t-shirt is slightly cropped so that your stomach can be seen a little.

You sit down at the bar and watch the other people dance.

The last time you were here was several years ago,

with Sana.

You were younger back then, still in school, no idea what you wanted to do in the future.

Now you're older, and you know what your goal in life is.

To kill Sana.

To get your revenge.

Your thoughts are interrupted by the bartender asking what you would like to drink, you order a beer and he gives you one and then moves on to other guests.

You drink a little and feel the fizz, tasting the slightly bitter taste of this variety.

The taste reminds you of the countless times you have drunk with Sana.

You look around a little before you see something that almost makes you drop the bottle on the floor.

Sana.

Sana pushing someone against the wall.

Short black hair, lots of tattoos -

She has no idea who exactly she's dealing with.

You leave your bottle at the bar and walk slowly towards them both.

Sana kisses her hard and aggressively, full of energy.

And you can guess why she has so much energy.

Before you can get any closer, Sana turns her head in your direction while turning the woman's head to the side so that she has perfect access to her neck.

Sana grins at you.

And suddenly her lips are stained dark red with blood.

She flashes her fangs at you, completely covered in blood as she slowly licks them clean.

And suddenly she's just gone.

In a millisecond she has bitten her victim, and in a millisecond she is gone without leaving a trace.

Your victim falls to the ground as you run to her to help her somehow.

But it's too late.

You look at her neck and see the same scar you saw on your brother.

While the crowd tries to take care of her, you disappear from the club.

A sigh leaves your lips.

-

"I'll help you," she says, her thumb stroking the back of your hand as she smiles at you.

You have an uncomfortable feeling in your stomach, you feel sick and you're not sure if you should do this at all.

Or if you want to involve Jihyo at all.

She's 10 years older than you - an old acquaintance from your family and a vampire hunter just like you.

She was also your first love.

Actually, it was just a little crush, maybe you mistook it for a close friendship, you were quite young.

The plan of the two of you was pretty simple - go to Sana's house and capture her if possible (you don't want to think about the possibility of killing her).

If your information is correct, her parents are no longer alive.

Rumor has it that she killed them herself.

To be honest, you wouldn't be surprised if it were true.

Jihyo and you make your way to her house, equipped with various weapons.

It is dark, 10 o'clock in the evening. The night is still and quiet.

If only you knew it would change quickly.

You enter the house through the garden, Jihyo has always been good at picking locks.

Your pistol in your hand, you look around carefully as Jihyo walks ahead of you.

She turns right, you look behind you for something, but then you hear something fall.

You turn around quickly and see that "something" is Jihyo.

All you can see is her legs sticking out from behind the wall. You run to her, kneel down on the floor next to her, but the moment you look up-

Sana hits you and you fall over.

-

"Where am I?" you mumble, your head aching as you open your eyes.

You see Jihyo lying on the ground, just a few meters away.

You run to her, or rather, you try to.

Something sharp cuts into your skin and you bite your lip.

You look down at your arms and see that you've been tied to the wall with barbed wire.

"Fuck-" you breathe out, trying not to feel the pain.

You only have your bra on, Sana has undressed you a little, probably so that you only feel more pain.

You try to move as little as possible and look anxiously at Jihyo, who, thankfully, is slowly waking up.

"Jihyo!" you say, she looks at you, then looks around.

This makes you look around.

You realize you're both in a rather large basement.

Jihyo is fully dressed, but her hands are tied behind her back.

Before you can warn her about the corpses you've noticed, the cellar door opens and Sana comes down.

"You're awake, how nice," she says with a smile.

"And Y/n? How do you like the barbed wire?" she asks.

"Fuck you" you just reply, Sana laughs but doesn't really pay attention to you, not like she has her eyes on Jihyo.

And part of you has an inkling of what's about to happen.

Sana sits down on a rather large chair, and with a small wave of her hand, Jihyo lands on her lap, her back against Sana's chest, her eyes locked on yours.

"I really haven't had such a pretty girl on my lap in a long time," Sana says, her hand slowly stroking Jihyo's arm.

You take a deep breath and try to calm yourself down somehow. The situation you, or rather Jihyo, are in can quickly become life-threatening.

"What do you want?" you ask, looking at her and she starts laughing again.

"Blood," she replies. Short, concise, without any emotion. The smile she had on her lips a few seconds ago has disappeared.

She is serious.

Jihyo is still looking at you, her eyes full of fear.

But her look of fear changes. And you don't know what to think except "what exactly is happening here."

Sana whispers something in her ear, and the fear in her eyes disappears.

Sana's hand moves on her body, and then she stops right on Jihyo's core.

Before you can do anything else, you realise what is happening.

And how it's to late to save Jihyo.

You feel like your eyes are fixiated on Sana and how Jihyo sits so obediently on her lap. You're not able to shift your gaze. It's like there is only them - and you're watching them like a movie. Like a perfomance that was made just for you - and you can't stop looking.

This was made for you, and the way Sana forces you to watch them.

Her hand goes past Jihyo's underwear, and suddenly Jihyo is moaning so softly for her. The look on her face just full of arousal.

She has been manipulated.

Something you learned early on - when training to be a vampire hunter.

There's nothing you can do, when you've been trapped under a vampire's spell. Except for one thing -

hope that you won't die.

In Jihyo's case right now, you're not sure what is going to happen in the end.

So you continue watching them, you watch Sana kissing Jihyo's neck, the intoxicating smell of her blood is problably already driving her crazy.

She continues fingering her, her movements speeding up.

She has no intention of giving pleasure to Jihyo - she just waits for the right moment to bite into her neck.

When Jihyo is moaning louder though, and her body twitches closer to Sana, she knows it's happening.

You know too.

"Jihyo!" you yell out, in hopes you're able to somehow get her out of this trance.

It was already to late.

Sana bites into her neck, begins to suck and moan at the fresh taste. 

Jihyo screams for help, and you can do nothing but watch as a tear flows down your cheek.

Her lifeless body drops to the ground as soon as Sana is done with her.

She licks her fangs with a smile, smirking at you like she did the night you first saw her again.

She comes closer, taking your jaw into her hand. 

"You can't replace me that easily." she whispers seductively.

What?

"What do you mean?" you ask, but she just shakes her head.

"I'll see you soon" she replies, and your eyes fall shut.

-

When you wake up again, you are lying in your bathtub.

You try to move, but notice the pain in your arms from the barbed wire.

You lean your head back and take a deep breath.

To summarize, you watched Sana finger Jihyo and then bite and kill her. Afterwards she tells you that you can't replace her, and now you're here.

Sana knows where you live.

Jihyo is dead.

To say you're overwhelmed is an understatement.

But you know exactly what you have to do, whether it's for you or for Jihyo.

Find Sana.

As you slowly step out of the bathtub, a thought occurs to you.

The evening gala of big companies. If anyone is going to be there, it's Sana.

-

You take another look at yourself in the mirror.

Your black suit fits a little loosely, but hides your scars well.

You get into your car and drive to her house.

How convenient that everything happens in her house.

When you get there, you look around.

There are already a lot of people there and as you walk in, you see various bosses probably talking about certain deals and wanting to do business.

A waiter comes up to you and offers you a glass of red wine, which you gratefully accept.

The taste is bitter, dry, but somehow it reminds you of blood.

How ironic, you think to yourself.

You walk around, having conversations here and there.

"I thought this event was for people with companies," someone says, and as you turn around, you see her.

It's Sana.

Her grin is like a shiver running down your spine.

"I'm not here to conduct business," you reply, drinking the rest of your wine.

Your lips are slightly red and you smile at her.

Your grip on the glass tightens, and before Sana can do anything, it shatters in your hand.

A waiter quickly comes to help you and removes the shards from the floor, you thank her but say you can take care of it yourself.

Drip, drip, drip.

The blood dripping from your hand drives Sana crazy.

"Oops," you say, but before you can turn around and walk away, she grabs your wrist and pulls you along.

Only now do you notice that she has a tattoo.

A pretty big one.

Your eyes are focused on her back, and the kind of detail the tattoo has.

It's as if it reflects her nature.

One side is sunny. You could even describe it as quite cheerful. If you just look at that side, you're just impressed with the work that's been done. You can see the colors and how they flow together. Everything fits well together.

The other side, however, is the complete opposite.

It's dark, makes you nervous. You get an unpleasant feeling when you look at it. The main colors are black and red. It's like a horrible painting, something you would see in a museum and think to yourself "what was the artist thinking?". The longer you look at it, the more scared you get.

But you can't think about her tattoo for long as you are pushed onto a bed.

Sana sits on top of you and the memories of your first time come flooding back.

The only difference is that Sana was tender and sweet, not cruel like now.

Your bleeding hand is still in hers, and maybe you could even see the water pooling in her mouth.

You know that you should be afraid, or that you should hit her, she killed Jihyo, your brother, and she almost killed you.

But in this moment you feel nothing but the will to feel her everywhere.

And she didn't even manipulate or influence you in any way.

You look at her, and then -

you press your hand more towards her.

And she understands what you want from her.

The smirk on her face appears again and pulls you closer.

She closes her eyes and starts to lick the blood of your hand.

For her, this is the best meal she could ever have. To be able to taste your blood was always a dream of hers.

And so she continues doing that, moaning a little when her tongue touches the red liquid coming from your veins.

She does it like she was starving for her life. Like she lived her life for exactly this moment.

She parts from your hand, leaning her head back slowly as if she would be on a high.

When she looks at you again, her pupils are dilated and the look on her face is full of arousal.

You can't blame her, yours is too.

She fumbles with the buttons of your jacket, you push her hands away and do it yourself, just to end up almost ripping it off your body and throwing it on the floor.

She looks at your arms, the way there are marks everywhere because of her.

"Fuck" she curses under her breath, pulling down the zipper of your pants and pulling (or rather - ripping them) off your body.

A groan escapes your mouth when she touches you, squeezes parts of your body that got your mouth hanging open.

A low "need you" leaves your mouth as Sana starts kissing you everywhere, leaving marks all over your body (surprisingly she's not biting you).

She comes closer to your core, and your need to feel her tongue on you is growing stronger and stronger. Your mind is clouded with the thought of her, it feels like you tried to hate her the whole time while you just need her to fuck you.

At this point, you don't even know if you're still in control of your body or if it's Sana.

No matter what, you don't care.

And when continues eating you out, all messy and again, like she was starving, you grip her hair and push her even closer.

Your thighs just pull her closer, trying to feel her even deeper.

The moans that leave your mouth can problably be heard from outside, but you or Sana both couldn't care less.

The way she licks up ever drop of your juices in hunger, her nails digging into your thighs, scratching you and leaving little marks, droplets of blood escape your veins.

You cum into her mouth with a loud moan, your head leaning back and your eyes roll back.

Sana always thought you were beautiful, but right now, in this moment - you definetly are the prettiest.

She doesn't give you any time to calm down as she rises and shoves two of her fingers inside of you, making you grip the bedsheets in surprise.

Your moans loud and messy, your skin covered in sweat, the blood on your thighs that's oozing out of the cuts drives Sana even crazier.

She continues pumping her fingers inside of you, and she leans forward, dragging her tongue over the cuts.

A moan escapes her mouth, and then, she leans closer to you and kisses you, with her lips stained with the dark red liquid.

You kiss her back, but your mouth hangs open when she adds another finger, filling you up.

You two don't even need to talk, the only way you two communicate is through her messy and needy touches - and your desperate moans.

All desperate - for her.

She never stops moving her fingers.

In, out. In, out.

Here faster, there slower.

You already lost every sense of time, like you're lost in the moment.

Your body twitches in sensitivity. Like it's fragile and Sana is overusing it.

You clearly are overstimulated, but Sana just can't stop herself.

Looking at her, seeing how her eyes are fixiated on your naked body, you ask yourself if she is even in control of her own body - or if something, someone else took control.

She doesn't leave you enough time to overthink, when your eyes are met with a black silk cloth.

The last thing you saw.

-

You stare at her grave and only now do you realize how stupid you are.

The stone you sit on is cold. Your eyes focus only on her name.

'Park Jihyo'

A sigh leaves your lips.

Are you disappointing her? Is she looking at you and thinking, "What the hell are you doing?"

Does she think you should be ashamed?

For having sex with Sana,

But even worse -

That you somehow still love Sana.

She killed your brother, she killed Jihyo - so many innocent people.

And despite everything, you can't seem to get rid of your feelings for her.

Your thoughts are always about her, your dreams are all about Sana.

You don't know which feeling is stronger - the hatred for her, for all the things she has done.

Or the love - the memories you can't let go.

Her soft lips on yours, the way her arms held you while you cried.

It makes you break down completly.

All those years you were away, it was all about Sana.

You wanted to get stronger, to beat her, to kill her.

But now it seems that you just want to be with her.

-

The night is dark and cold, everything reminds you of the night you found your brother dead.

The same place, the same time, the same loneliness you felt in your heart.

Instead of running to Sana to confront her, she came to you.

Instead of a calm conversation, you have a knife in your hand.

Her gaze is cold, you're not sure if you can read any emotion in her face.

Empty.

That would be the word you would use to describe her right now.

"What do you want?" she calls into the night, as if she doesn't know where you are.

As if you were looking for her, she speaks as if she had no plans.

"You came here," you answer, trying not to show any of your feelings.

"You confuse me," you say.

She looks at you questioningly.

"I confuse you?" she repeats.

You nod.

"Why are you doing all this?" you ask, but when she tries to answer, you keep talking.

"You come with me... you listen to me when I talk about how the pressure from my parents is getting too much... you don't tell me that you're a vampire." You take a breath and feel the tears in your eyes. You feel this uncomfortable feeling like you're going to throw up. You feel dizzy.

You are overwhelmed.

"You kill my brother," you begin to say, "You kill him, your first victim, because your parents want to punish you?" you laugh a little. Saying it sounds so unbelievable. So grotesque.

"Then, when I come back here after years, I meet you in a bar and you kill someone."

"You kill Jihyo and make me watch."

"And then?-

You have sex with me as if you would love me."

Tears are streaming down your cheeks, you can't stop laughing because this is all so frustrating to you.

You open your mouth to say something else, but then you are pushed to your knees.

Without Sana even touching you.

It feels like your wrists are tied together, not being able to move, not at all.

The way she looks at you makes you shiver in fear, tears rolling down your cheeks.

Are you doing too much or are you genueinly scared of her?

"Please.." you beg her, in such a pathetic tone nobody would be able to make fun of you, instead they would feel bad for you.

Sana always described herself as being different than the others though.

If it is because of her fangs or just her behavior in general that makes her look like a monster, you don't know for sure.

"Can you just stop talking?" she asks you.

Her expression looks different than how it looked like earlier, instead of the emptiness in her face, it looks like she's letting her emotions take over.

You don't know if this should make you even more scared.

But a part of you, a little part,

thinks, or rather, hopes, that she will behave like a decent human.

That she will behave like the girl you loved.

Or still love.

"I did it all for love." she answers.

Quick, short, but instead of that cold tone in her voice, she sounds...

sad?

You look up to her, unable to speak.

"I love you"

She loves you?

Sana? 

Loves you?

"I'll never stop feeling the guilt for what I did to your brother"

"But i can't lie to you and say that i regret doing what I did to Jihyo"

"Because all I ever wanted-

was you" 

She breaths out, like she just confessed the worst thing in the world.

"I always looked for you, when you left town"

"I searched for you, because I wanted to be with you"

"Despite you hating me"

She lets out a sigh.

"I did what I had to do for you to notice me" she stops talking.

She gets down on her knee, right infront of you to match your height.

Her thumb caresses your cheek, before moving your face to the side to expose your neck to her.

The strong of smell of your blood hits her nose like chemicals.

The intense smell that drives her crazy.

You shiver in fear, not knowing what is going to happen.

She stares at your neck, and the way your veins are so visible, like they're calling for her.

Everything she ever dreamed of, was to taste your blood.

But she doesn't want to bite you because of that.

She opens her mouth, flashing her fangs.

You try to somehow escape her spell, so that you can save yourself, but it isn't possible.

She sinks her fangs deep into your skin, you let out a scream when you feel her sucking your blood out of you.

You're finally able to move and try to grab her arm to somehow get her to stop.

"I don't want to die" you whisper, your voice full of weakness.

Until you realise -

Sana isn't planning on killing you.

But to make you a vampire.

[mntozakii]

thinking about sugar mommy sana and her college kid princess 🤒

you met her during your part time job as a cat sitter. when she was away during her business trips, you were paid to care for her two beautiful orange bastards.

of course, you have to give a daily update to your client with pictures of the cats. when you accidentally sent a selfie of you with her cats, she responded with "pretty things".

yay her cats are so big and adorable and so stinky that you want bite their paws

usually, her assistant will pick up the cats but she decides to drive to your house and do it by herself. as a courtesy, she invites you for a brunch at the new restaurant downtown.

the brunch turns into a few more dates until she proposed an exclusive arrangement with you.

sana who funds your tuition and spoils you rotten, she always praise you even for doing the bare minimum.

sometimes, all you have to do is sit next to her, look pretty, then receive thousands in your bank later.

sana just love having you around, it makes her feel better seeing you study on the couch while she reviews the same floral theme for the new s/s collection

"i did my laundry today 😗"

"my amazing girl ⭐️ let's try the new steakhouse tonight!!"

"i got a full mark for my presentation"

"my baby is so smart"

sana is a socialite and often brings you to gala dinner. since you major in communication, she helps so much in expanding your network especially in fashion industry.

sana finds it so entertaining when men try to impress you by offering a summer internship in their companies. she knows exactly how these men take advantages of young girls in the industry.

it is too bad though, sana has decided that you will be working with her after graduating (nepo baby behaviour).

when you quietly ask her to come along to the restroom, she didn't expect you to pull her into the cubicles and start to desperately kiss her.

you are becoming tired with the constant interaction with people and the alcohol doesn’t help, it only made you feel horny. the older woman looks so pretty and it kills you to not be under her touch.

"sweetheart, you need to behave well" sana mutters as she lightly slaps your cheek. she plants soft kisses all over your jaw before pulling away, it is adorable to see how disappointed you get whenever you get denied.

“mommy, no, you have to be nice to me”your lips naturally pout when you look up at her, her face is dangerously close to you and all you want to do now is to go home with her.

“or i will go to those men and ask them to play with me” sana chuckles seeing your attempt to threat her, such an attention seeker. she pulls you into a sweet kiss and can't help but to smile when you started to moan out feverishly, she loves how you look like you're about to cry from being deprived of touch.

“play nice and you’ll get a present, baby”

[soulkeeper801]

Safe place - Twice Sana

Requested: Reader has always been someone who doesn’t let others see or know how she’s truly feeling(in terms of sadness and negative emotions) even when it comes to her girlfriend Sana. But, after an incident(you can choose…something really angsty preferably no death tho) Sana tries to get her to open up which leads to an argument and reader eventually breaking down.

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Angst? Fluff/Comfort

Sana x idol!f!reader (Y/N's group is disbanding)

“So the group is stopping all activities that were ready for the rest of the year,” one of the directors said, closing the file he was holding in his hands and giving a glance at where you were, “we’ve tried many things and not one of them have worked. I’m sorry, girls,” he continued, her gaze now filled with a hint of pity, “but we can’t do anything else, the project is over”.

You knew this would happen sooner or later. You thought you had prepared yourself to hear those words yet when they touched your ears your heart broke in a million pieces. The one thing you had worked hard for years was ending suddenly, leaving you with nothing else. 

What were you supposed to do now?

“We’ll find a way,” you whispered to one of your members as you saw her hold back tears.

There was no way.

You could only give them faint hopes to fight for what was left but deep down you knew it was really over.

The ride home was silent.

No one dared to say a word, knowing very well that it was probably one of the last times you would be together in the van that got you to places that only feeded hopes that never blossomed.

“Are you having dinner with me, baby?” a text lighted up your phone screen.

And it somehow lightened up your mood at least for a second.

“I might be late, love,” you replied.

“I’m buying take out on my way home, I’ll wait for you,” she texted one more time and you left out a deep sigh.

Sana was your number one supporter. Always getting in trouble with her own company just to promote you and your group. 

But not even that could save you.

As the van pulled up to your apartment building, the somber mood inside was hard to shake. You and your fellow group members slowly filed out, each lost in their own thoughts. 

The weight of the failed project pressed heavily on your shoulders, and the uncertainty of the future was overwhelming.

When you entered your apartment, you couldn't help but feel a sense of emptiness. The walls adorned with posters and memories of your group's journey served as a painful reminder of what was now lost. 

As soon as they went to sleep, you made your way out to Sana’s apartment. It was something they all knew you would do and as always, they made sure no one would notice you were gone.

“I got your favorite,” Sana said when she saw you crossing the door frame with your spare key, “you must be so tired,” she continued, getting close to you and embracing you in a tight hug.

A hug that served not only as a welcome but also as the comfort you were looking for. 

You hated to be seen as vulnerable, not in control of your own feelings and emotions so you always wore a cool mask to protect yourself. You held back all the tears that had pooled on your eyes as soon as Sana’s warmth covered you.

“You still have glitter on your hair,” she chuckled, taking a strain of bright color from your hair and shoulders but her eyes lingered a little longer on your features. She knew you too well. “Everything alright?” 

Your gaze immediately went to the floor, there was no way you could lie at her while looking at her eyes. “Yeah,” you trailed off, trying to talk about anything else but the thing that was making you feel miserable. “What do we have for dinner?” you asked, taking a step towards the kitchen counter where the paper bags were placed.

Sana let you go but followed you closely with her eyes. Something was off.

As you unpacked the takeout containers on the kitchen counter, Sana leaned against the doorway, her concern evident in her gaze. She knew you better than anyone else and could tell when something was bothering you, no matter how hard you tried to hide it.

You both sat down at the small dining table, and the atmosphere in the room felt heavy with unspoken emotions. The aroma of the food filled the air, but neither of you had much of an appetite.

Sana finally broke the silence, her voice soft and understanding. "You can talk to me, you know. I can see that something's bothering you. You don't have to pretend everything's okay."

“It’s okay,” you lied one more time. Sana didn’t need to know what was happening. Your problems were yours to deal with and she didn’t have to be bothered. “This soup is amazing, where is it from?”

Sana smiled sadly. Didn’t you trust her enough?

“That Japanese place that opened last week,” she replied quietly, taking a spoonful herself to confirm what you were saying.

“We should buy from there more often,” you continued, trying to bring the conversation to a shallow topic. “Not a lot of new businesses around lately, huh?”

You lifted your gaze to find Sana looking intently at you. She had left her spoon on the side of her plate as she studied your expression looking for answers.

“Not a lot,” she replied, waiting patiently for you to go at your own pace, to process whatever was going through your mind until it was the right time for you to come forward.

Silence fell upon you two once again. You didn’t know but Sana couldn’t keep her eyes away from you. 

Usually, you would tell her all about your day. Where you girls went to record, what kind of food the team got you, if anything fun happened, you would tell every detail of it. 

Sana knew how much it excited you to be in this industry and how passionate you were about your job.

So it felt weird for her to have you dejected and silent during the little time you had to share everything with each other.

Sana finally broke the silence, her voice soft and understanding. "You can talk to me, baby. I can definitely see that something's wrong. You can trust me.”

You sighed, realizing that there was no point in keeping up the facade with Sana anymore. She had been your rock through all the highs and lows of your journey with the group, and you trusted her with all your soul.

“The group’s over,” were the words that left your lips.

And you felt the world crumbling around you. Saying it out loud made it ten times realer and it broke you down.

“Oh, Y/N,” Sana breathed out, reaching for you to bring you into a comforting hug.

Once again, her warmth made you feel safe but this time you let it all out, letting the tears fall freely from your eyes as your shoulders shook from the heavy sobs you weren’t able to control.

Sana held you close, offering the comfort you so desperately needed. She didn't say anything; she simply held you, letting you pour out all the pent-up emotions that had been festering inside you. 

Her gentle presence was a balm for your wounded soul, and for the first time in a while, you didn't have to pretend to be strong.

As you cried in Sana's embrace, she whispered soothing words and reassurances. Her hand gently rubbed your back in a comforting rhythm, and she let you take all the time you needed to let it out.

After what felt like an eternity, your sobs began to subside, and you pulled away from Sana's embrace, wiping away the tears with the back of your hand. You felt emotionally drained but also a strange sense of relief. Finally sharing your pain with someone who understood made the burden a little lighter.

“I don’t know what I’m gonna do,” you said, a little calmer after having cried for several minutes. “The group was all that I had”.

“That’s not true,” she replied, putting a strand of your hair behind your ear to look at your face better, “You have your talent,” she assured, “you have your passion and you have the girls who I’m sure also want to continue with this path,” she continued.

She looked at you with adoration in her eyes.

“You all will leave the company after the contract is terminated so you can get together and start again as a group somewhere else,” she proposed. 

You stared at Sana, her words slowly sinking in. The idea of starting anew with your group members, away from the constraints of the company that had just let you go, was both terrifying and exhilarating.

"But where would we even begin?" you asked, uncertainty still lingering in your voice.

Sana's smile grew brighter, filled with determination. "There will be a way. I believe in you, in all of you. You have the talent, the passion, and the dedication. You can build something incredible together, something that's truly yours."

Her unwavering support gave you a glimmer of hope in this otherwise dark moment. It was a daunting prospect, but the thought of creating music and art with your friends, free from corporate limitations, was a dream worth chasing.

You looked at her and her smile gave you hope. She leaned in to hold your face in her hands and instinctively you closed your eyes. Sana always knew what to say to make you feel better, to make you feel protected and safe when everything was crumbling down. 

“I believe in you,” she repeated, leaving a soft kiss on your lips that lingered for a couple of seconds, “I can’t wait to see all the success you’re about to have”.

You nodded at her words, reloaded with a new sense of motivation. 

As you leaned on Sana's shoulder, you realized that even when one chapter ends, another can begin. You had the talent, the passion, and, most importantly, the unwavering support of someone who believed in you. 

With a grateful heart, you whispered, "Thank you, for everything," knowing that you were not alone in this journey.

[dovveri]

not officially putting this as a request but do what you want with this 😂😂 i just think sana’s the type to be whiney asf when u tell her she can’t kiss u cause u’re wearing a cap and that she’d hit her head when she leans in sOooo as payback, she’d tell you that you can’t kiss her when she’s wearing specs because you’ll just bump your nose on the frame 😂😂😂😂

effervescent

synopsis: sana’s mad bcs you won’t let her kiss you when ur wearing a cap in public :(

warnings: puuuuure fluff + suggestive towards the end

w/c: 1.1k

a/n: its funny i actually had this exact thought the day before the anon sent this in but i couldnt say it bcs it wasnt long enough for a fic but then this came in and i went what da hell i can do a short lil piece ^,^

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sana was an affectionate person. and an even more affectionate girlfriend. she absolutely loved clinging on to you, hugging you, kissing you, even in public she had no qualms with cuddling, being sickeningly in love, she loved it even more when you’d get embarrassed and shy, cooing at how cute you were, pinching your cheeks teasingly.

no matter where you where, if you were in her near vicinity, she’d find some way to get a hand on you, or slide into your lap, until you were sharing skin-to-skin contact she would refuse to leave you alone.

that also meant she would get pouty and adorably sad whenever you rejected her advances.

like now.

“baaaby gimme a kiss.”

“can’t baby i’m wearing a cap.”

“soooo? come hereee-“ she’s pulling you into her, craning her neck so she can kiss you but she knocks her head against the front of your cap, whining and pulling away immediately, cradling her forehead.

you giggle, “i told you baby.”

“just take off your cap then.” she’s pouting and looking up at you with a frown. you’d be lying if you said you didn’t like teasing her to get her looking this adorable for you.

“no can do. we’re in public sweetie the paps will get us.”

“i don’t care about them!”

“well i do.” you boop her nose lovingly, internally squealing at the way her nose scrunches in response, “you will not be making headlines for making out with one of your fans in public.”

“you’re not my fan anymore! you’re my girlfriend now!”

“not to the public i’m not.”

“then we can come out as a couple.” she’s determined with her statement, a cute crease coming to rest between her eyebrows as she starts thinking around how to do exactly that.

“noo baby your company would never allow that. besides i’m fine being yours in private. and i wouldn’t want to jeopardise your career anyway. and before you can say i won’t- i will, i love you but your fans are kinda insane.”

sana pouts, “fine.” she stomps away not saying anything else but you know it’s fine because she’s still holding your hand and pulling you along even when she may be a little annoyed you won’t let her kiss you in public.

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔

"sana! i'm home!"

"okaeri!"

you slip off your shoes, padding into the living room where you heard your girlfriend's voice coming from, smiling at her in her reading glasses pouring over a set of papers spread on your coffee table.

"hi baby, what are you doing?"

"reading over these contracts the company sent. how was your day?"

"good. better now i'm home with you." you lean down to kiss her in greeting, but at the last second she turns her head so your lips land on her cheek.

you pout, bringing a hand up to her face to turn her back to you but she refuses, adamant on not looking at you.

"baby what's wrong?"

"nothing."

"something's wrong. did i do something? i swear i put my clothes in the laundry this morning."

"nothing's wrong."

you frown, crouching down fully to squat next to her. “if nothing’s wrong why won’t you kiss me?”

“i’m wearing specs.”

you’re silent for a second, “…okay…?”

“yeah.”

“um… are they new? i’m sorry if i didn’t notice. you look gorgeous whatever you’re wearing so i’m always stunned by you!” you try and joke with her but receive no reaction, coughing awkwardly and trying to cover up, “but they look nice!”

“thank you. they’re not new.”

“oh… right so…”

“i’m wearing specs. that’s why i won’t kiss you.”

“oh! wait why won’t you kiss me?”

she sighs, finally looking at you, “i told you. i’m wearing specs.”

“okay and? i’ve kissed you before while you’ve been wearing glasses.” you start to smile again, thinking she’s just teasing you, leaning in again but you’re shocked when she turns away with a huff, pushing her frames up her nose and picking up another page of paper.

“okay what the hell.” you snatch the papers out of her hand.

“hey!”

you ignore her protests. sliding into her lap and wrapping your hands around her neck, all while she still refuses to look at you or even touch you, her hands falling limp to her side after you take her papers away from her, then using them to lean back and away from you with a pout.

you can't have any of that so you pull on her neck gently, urging her forward.

"you're interrupting my work." she's got that slightly annoyed tone in her voice, but you know better.

"you're interrupting my kisses."

"i told you i'm wearing glasses so i can't kiss you right now. you'll bump your nose on the frame."

you frown, "no i won't."

"yes you will."

before she can react you lean in and steal a quick peck, breaking away with a giggle when she finally looks at you, only to gape at you in shock.

"y/n!"

"see? didn't bump my nose or anything."

"you weren't meant to kiss me!"

"why not?"

"because i didn't get to kiss you when you were wearing a cap so you don't get to kiss me when i'm wearing specs."

"wha- is that what this is about?"

"yes!"

you laugh, throwing your head back, still clinging on to her, "awwwh oh my god you really are a baby." you grin cheekily before dipping in again, stealing another kiss, then another, holding her face between your hands and pecking her all over her face, on her specs too while she whines and tries to push you off. "my baby." you finish with another kiss on her lips, giggling when you break away and have her chasing after you now to prolong your kiss.

"'m not a baby."

"yes you are."

"no i'm not."

"yes you are."

"no! i'm not!"

you laugh, letting her have it, patting her cheek affectionately that's now puffed out in a pout, "i'm sorry for not letting you kiss me while i was wearing a cap okay? you have full permission to do whatever you want to me next time i'm wearing one."

she raises an eyebrow, a smirk slowly appearing on her lips, "anything?"

you immediately become wary, shirking away from her but her hands come up to grip at your hips keeping you in her lap, "anything within reason of course."

"so if i can make riding your face in public sound reasonable... anything goes."

you snort, face immediately going bright red, “i don’t know how you could ever convince me to do that sana.”

“you’ll be surprised at how persuasive i can be then.” she’s grinning now, looking adorably innocent in her wide frame glasses and oversized sleep shirt but suggesting completely devilish things.

you groan, pushing away from her and out of her lap, but not before she laughs, pulling you in again and kissing you, no longer caring that she’s still wearing her glasses that now have your lipstick mark printed on them.

[alcoholfreenayeon]

yow what abt twice mtls? confess first, fall in love, get jealous, fall out of love. great jeongyeon hc btw

Twice most to least likely: Get jealous

A/N: I feel some of these ended up sounding more yandere than jealous🙂‍↕️ but hopefully that’s just me😭hope you guys like it

Sana

She’s a huge flirt, she likes the way she can get people to be infatuated with her plus she likes to play hard to get.

Because of this she’s not used to people seeing her as a second choice so when she sees her partner having a good time with someone else when she’s available or even when she isn’t, it makes her feel strange.

It’s uncharted territory for her and she feels possessive immediately. After all what does the other person possess that Sana doesn’t. Why isn’t her partner yearning for her every moment instead of having a good time without her…

Nayeon

You’ll find Nayeon staring daggers at you with or without a polite smile. It’s really not a fun sight to witness because you just know you are in so much trouble later.

Nayeon feels very possessive of you. She’s someone who needs a lot of reassurance so you being clingy with anyone other than her doesn’t bode well with her.

Though she ends up feeling a bit silly after some time thinking for being so possessive she can’t help it, she wants you for herself and only herself.

Mina

Mina is a big introvert and she likes to stay indoors alot and keep to herself. But she knows she can’t really force you to do the same.

Nevertheless, she secretly wishes you would be that way. She’d prefer if she could have you all to herself. If it’s only you and her, all day everyday,

She feels sometimes she’s not good enough and that might make you drawn to others and hence gets her guard up immediately when she sees you being close with someone she doesn’t know.

Momo

You were happily chatting with your friend while waiting for Momo. You had known her for a long time, you didn’t take much notice of it when while laughing at a joke, she put her hand on your arm.

Soon enough, her instincts began to scream for danger and upon looking around, she spotted Momo a few meters away, glaring at both of you. “Is that your girlfriend?”…..

The journey back home was quiet. You realized how that might have looked out of context and were fearing Momo saw it differently. She was quiet though. “Everything ok baby?”, you ask her.

“Yes. But you need to sleep early and rest well”, she replies. “Huh? Why do I need extra rest?”, you question. “Well the couch isn’t very comfortable to sleep on is it”, she answers, unbothered, as she looks into the rearview mirror and applies her lipstick.

Chaeyoung

Chaeyoung and you were surprised to run into your ex at the mall. It was a bit awkward for the three of you but luckily there was no violence.

She hated how you and your ex became awkward because for her that meant you both saw each other and intentionally or unintentionally reflected back on the time you both were together.

She hated when while leaving, you both shared an inside joke which she didn’t know. Chaeyoung knew it’s just how these things go but that didn’t make her blood boil any less.

Tzuyu

Tzuyu is observant, she doesn’t always speak out, never mind her speaking her mind.

So when she was looking at your Instagram and spotted old posts of you and your ex, it just made her quite upset.

But she also knew it was the past yet she also thought you could have deleted it. After all wasn’t the ex was no longer part of your life.

Dahyun

Dahyun was watching you talk with the party’s host. It was normal. The two of you seemed to be getting along well.

She was standing a few feet away, getting something to drink when she suddenly heard the host make a suggestive flirty comment towards you. You didn’t realize it and just laughed along,

Dahyun though, gritted her teeth, it’s annoying that you always are so oblivious to these things. She’s gonna scold you for that later, as for the host…well, it’s a good thing her nails felt sharp right now.

Jihyo

Jihyo knows her worth and she knows you know it too. So she’s never really worried about someone else stealing you away.

But after watching some dramas, she got a bit influenced by them and began to worry that she didn’t like you as much as she thought or wanted because why wouldn’t she ever feel jealous. It was normal for couples to feel jealous at some point right?

And when she asked you to try and flirt with a cashier because she wanted to test something, you definitely felt it was a test. It took a lot of convincing from her and a promise that you wouldn’t get in trouble. Reluctantly you did it but when the cashier actually ended up giving you her number. Jihyo took your hand and dragged you out of the store without even buying anything. You were in big trouble.

Jeongyeon

Jeongyeon never has any real reason to doubt you. She knows you both love each other very much.

Of course, it’s inevitable that at some point either of you would get approached by someone else. It won’t be your or her fault if that happens.

But that’s easier to think when it hasn’t happened. When a fellow idol told Jeongyeon that she was lucky to have you and she should be careful you could get stolen. Though Jeongyeon was polite, her glare she ended up shooting at them later would have scared them silly.

[twice-inamillion]

Twice Series 

Life-Changing News

Chapter 246

1,930 Words

(The world as you know it takes a turn for the worse. A sudden outbreak, many get sick and many more die. It’s moments like these where you need to stay together.) 

You turn your phone back on after an eleven-hour flight back to Korea. Numerous emails and text notifications bombard your phone. “Must be serious.” So, on the car ride back home, you try to go through them, realizing the urgency. 

One of those emails is from your broker, urging you to observe the international and domestic stock markets. In those emails, you received notifications of a possible lockdown in Wuhan due to a containment issue. 

The more you read, the more you realize the potential problem it might have as people travel abroad due to the Chinese New Year. You go on multiple social platforms, searching for any information on the seriousness of the situation.

You turn and look at Nayeon, sleeping in the car after a long flight. Your phone goes off, and you see a message from your wife, who sent you a message welcoming you back and a picture of your children having breakfast. “The babies missed you.”

You arrive at the company building, where you turn in your report before heading back home. Nayeon continues to sleep on the way back, and you decide to listen to a report on the status of a potential epidemic within the Chinese region and the possibility of quarantining the city. 

The report continues to relay that government vehicles have begun to arrive at the city, and transportation entering and exiting has been suspended. This has caused people to try to exit the city as they predict the shutdown of the city.

You arrive at the front gate when the two large metal doors open. You drive through the motor court and see Jisoo and Ari’s heads against the large window, waving as they see you.

You see the large door open, and the two come running out shouting, “Appa! Daddy!” You crouch down and pick them both up, one in each arm. “Jisoo, Ari, I missed both of you. Did you take care of everyone while Daddy was out?” They both nod and say, “Mommies and babies safe.” 

All of you walk back to the house's entrance, where you see from afar the rest of the members in the living room. You place Jisoo and Ari on the ground, “I’m back.” 

Hina scoots down from the couch and walks towards you, asking for your hand, “Daddy, Hina show Da-Da, walk.” Hina leads you to where Daeun is playing and squats, “Da-Da, come, come…” waving her hand. 

Daeun smiles at Hina and puts her hands on the ground. She lifts her bottom, lifting herself into an upright position, and slowly wobbles. Slowly, she takes a step and another. Hina looks at Daeun, saying, “Come, Da-Da.” Daeun smiles and waddles faster to Hina, hugging her. 

‘Oh my god, Daeun. You can walk.” You pick her up and give her a big kiss. Dahyun, sitting on the couch, says, “She has been standing a lot recently. These past few days, Hina has been encouraging her a lot. Out of nowhere, she just started walking.”

Daeun smiles, and you look back at Hina, “Is that true? Have you been helping your baby sister?” 

Hina shyly nods, “Hina help Da-Da.” 

You squat and pick her help in your other arm and kiss her on the forehead, “You’re such a nice sister.”

You continue spending time with the family and enjoying seeing Daeun walk. It’s always nice catching up, even if you’ve only been out for a few days. 

The day continues, and every so often, you look at your phone for any updates. The situation in Wuhan is worsening as reports of a city-wide lockdown are imminent. You go to your office and watch a video of a Korean-Australian visiting the city for the holidays. After hearing about the potential lockdown, he decided to leave the city, and all public transportation has been halted. Flights have been canceled, and bus stations and trains have been blocked by military personnel.

People have begun to panic as the military started taking charge of the city. News networks estimate that about eleven million people are stuck with no way out. 

Seeing this makes you realize the possibility of it reaching Korea as many visit China during the Chinese New Year. “It’s not a matter of if, but when it comes to Korea.” 

You have a restless night; you’re worried about the situation and continue to wake up in the middle of the night. Multiple notifications go off from your phone. You see a report of SARS_CoV2 being detected in the United States and the first South Korean national being infected after working in Wuhan. 

The day goes by without interruption; there’s not much news about the first infected person. Most people assume that everything is under control with the Chinese government locking down Wuhan. 

You talk to a few friends from abroad and discuss the situation. One mentions that the virus was manufactured and meant to be used as a weapon. Another mentions that the government will try to downplay the situation and say everything is under control, but that’s only to prevent panic. 

Each has their own theories on how the virus came to be and how it began to spread. You hope it’s something small and can easily be contained, but understand that it might become serious at any point. 

Out of nowhere, someone mentions, “Hey, it might not be a bad idea to start stocking up on things; you never know.”

The rest of you laugh and make slight jokes about him being a survivalist or doomsday prepper. You, on the other hand, don’t think it’s a bad idea. “Hey guys, he might be right. People are going to start panicking if it does reach us. Not sure about you guys, but I’m the closest one to China, so I might buy some necessities, it won’t hurt.”

Your American friend says, ”Okay, okay, he has a point.” You all continue to talk for a bit more. One by one, your friends exit the chat, leaving only your American friend. “Hey, before you hang up, let me tell you something.”

”What is it?”

”Remember what our business professor said about following the money?”

”Yeah, I remember.”

”I don’t think this virus thing will be too bad, but if it does, just look at the stock market. You’ll know when shit hits the bricks if the markets start acting up. I suggest you look at the pharmaceutical companies.”

”Haha. That’s exactly what my broker said.”

”Hey, the money never lies.”

———

Weeks pass by, and not much occurs in terms of the virus. Most people continue to live their lives. There are a few cases here and there, but nothing major. The lockdown in Wuhan continues as the government tries to keep the virus from spreading. 

People have begun to relax after no significant outbreaks and Korean citizens who came from China are closely monitored. Everything seemed well, and life continued normally. You and Dahyun celebrated Da-eun’s first birthday with a big party, as well as Jihyo’s 23rd birthday.

The members even had their concerts in Japan as scheduled, which was surprising. At one point, you laughed at yourself, thinking of when you purchased enough food and supplies to fill an entire room and prepare for the end of the world. 

——

That all changed on February 23rd, 2020, when the virus mutated. Italy became the first country to be affected, and martial law was immediately implemented. Thousands of people were caught ill and many of them were hospitalized, never to be seen again. Italy was a popular destination spot for the elderly to retire and spend their golden years peacefully. Instead, the whole country closed, separating itself from its neighbors.

A few days earlier, the virus was given the official name COVID-19, also known as SARS-CoV-2, by the World Health Organization. After studying its strain, they thought the virus would be manageable and even developed a way to fight it. Instead, the virus mutated, adapting to the medicines given. 

The name COVID-19 began spreading through multiple news outlets, reporting on third-world countries and the sudden mutation of the virus. Many of those countries had a sizeable elderly population or an unreliable health care system. 

Back home, the streets of Daegu were empty as a result of a large gathering of churchgoers. Seventy new cases and the first death in Korea. Many people became scared, assuming that the virus would not spread due to the low numbers during these past few weeks. 

In the following days, the number of cases skyrocketed, with 1,261 positive cases out of the 9,336 people tested from the mass gathering: many more dead, mainly those with low immune systems and old age. 

Many entertainment agencies began to announce cancellations for their idols. JYP postponed any activities until further notice and ensured that the safety of their idols was their priority. 

The members gather in the living room, watching the news as they see the chaos in Italy and Korea. The new anchors recommend, “Due to the sudden spike of infections, we suggest that the elderly, people who are immunocompromised, and those who are pregnant remain indoors for your safety. Only essential personnel…” You grab the remote and turn off the television.

”Girls, I have some news. JYP postponed all activities and suggested that we stay here until further notice. We have enough food and supplies, so we should be okay.”

”What about our parents?” You turn around and see the worried faces of the members. 

”Let’s try to relax and get in touch with them. Tell them that we’re all okay and to remain indoors.”

The members agree and call their parents. Most of them respond by reassuring them that they’ll stay indoors. 

“Oppa, I can’t get a hold of my parents.”  You see Tzuyu’s worried expression. 

You hug Tzuyu and reassure her that everything is going to be okay. “They are going to be fine. I’m sure they are together and healthy. Let’s call them again in a few hours.”

”Oppa, I’m scared.” 

Sana begins to cry. You hug her as well, “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure that you all are safe. I won’t let anything happen to you.”

”But what if it gets worse? What if many more people start to die? I still haven’t told my parents that they are going to be grandparents yet.”

“What… What did you say?”

Sana looks down and places her hand on her stomach, “I just found out a few days ago I’m pregnant.” 

“What, when, how?”

”I wanted to tell you, but with this situation going on, I couldn’t find the right time.” 

You hug Sana, “Oh my god, are you sure?”

Sana nods, “Yeah, I took my tests, and they all came positive.”

”That’s amazing; oh my god, I’m going be a dad again, haha.” You pick Sana up from her feet and spin her around. Sana giggles, happy from your reaction. 

You squat down, look at the kids, and say, “You’re all going to be big sisters. One more to the family.” 

“Umm… Oppa… make that two more.” 

You look up and see Momo holding her stomach. “It’s not just Sana; I’m pregnant too.” 

“Wait… what?” You lose your balance as you try to get up. You see shining lights as you feel slightly lightheaded. “Two? Two more?”

[kyunghwannie]

Rainy Days and Bunny Ways🐰

Ft. Im Nayeon of TWICE | A Male Reader One Shot.

Genre: Fluff only. (It has a lot of cooking giddy scene because it always gets my heart racing)

Word count: 8443

Backstory: Nayeon and You have been friends for quite a while? How you met? Well, She is of course a member of TWICE and You were a soloist under the stage name (Whatever you think of it) and Song Producer who have contributed to TWICE's Discography. Since then, You and her hit it off. Maybe there is a chance of a flower of feelings blooming in her amidst the pressure of Being "Im Nayeon".

This is just a random one-shot i had in draft for long and just uploaded it. I made it because i watched some cute Nayeon moments and i wanted to make something fluffy imagining her

Y/N: "Ahhh, such a peaceful rainy day

The sound of rain pattering against your window was soothing, a perfect backdrop to the peaceful silence in your apartment. You were lounging on the couch, scrolling through your phone, when the doorbell rang, breaking the calm.

Before you could even get up to answer, the door creaked open. In stepped Nayeon, dripping wet from the rain. Her hair clung to her face, but despite the downpour outside, she wore that signature mischievous grin of hers.

Nayeon: "Anneonghaseyo..."

You blinked in surprise, setting your phone aside as she walked in without waiting for an invitation. You raised an eyebrow.

Y/N: "Nayeon? What the-how did you-?"

Nayeon: shrugs dramatically "I couldn't help it. The rain's terrible out there, and I figured, hey, your apartment's closer than mine. Might as well crash here for a bit."

Y/N: "You're always so spontaneous." You laughed, getting up and walking toward the door to close it. "I guess you really are making yourself at home."

She rolled her eyes, but her lips still curved upward. She kicked off her shoes and casually plopped down on the couch, making herself comfortable, as though this was just another day.

Nayeon: "I didn't think I'd have to knock, honestly. I mean, we're friends, right?" Her voice was playful, but there was something in her eyes-a subtle shift that made you pause.

Y/N: smiling, though slightly concerned "Yeah, we are friends... but you usually call first, Nayeon."

Nayeon: "Where's the fun in that?" She glanced at you, her expression light but not entirely matching the brightness in her tone. "Plus, I thought you'd be happy to see me."

You sat down beside her, sensing there was more to this unexpected visit. Nayeon, who was always the one making everyone laugh, didn't seem like her usual self. There was a weariness to her posture, and her playful demeanor felt forced.

Y/N: "You okay?"

Nayeon: pauses "Of course I'm okay..." She paused again, her fingers absentmindedly playing with the sleeve of her jacket. "Just... needed a break from everything."

You eyed her carefully, not buying the 'I'm fine' excuse. You'd known her long enough to recognize when she was masking something deeper.

Y/N: "You sure? You don't seem like your usual self today."

Nayeon: sighs "You're always so observant, aren't you?" She chuckled lightly, but there was no real joy in it. "I don't know, I just... need to breathe, you know? It's like everything's been piling up lately, and I feel like I'm stuck in this constant performance."

Her voice wavered slightly, and that's when you realized something was definitely off. Nayeon wasn't one to open up easily, especially about personal stuff like this.

Y/N: "You can tell me, you know. You don't always have to be the 'Nayeon' everyone expects. You can be yourself here."

She met your gaze, her eyes softening, almost hesitant.

Nayeon: "I don't know how to be anyone else. I've been the 'happy-go-lucky' Nayeon for so long, sometimes I forget what it's like to just be me."

The words hung in the air, and for a moment, you didn't know how to respond. It was rare for Nayeon to drop the act, and it made you realize just how much she carried on her shoulders every day-being the center of attention, the one everyone looked to for energy and smiles.

Y/N: "You don't have to keep up the act with me, Nayeon. I get it. You can take a break."

She smiled faintly, but it was a different smile-one that was more vulnerable.

Nayeon: "You're a good listener, Y/N." Her voice was quieter now, a small, appreciative glimmer in her eyes. "Maybe I needed someone to talk to more than I realized."

Y/N: softly "You know I'm always here for you, right?"

For a moment, the two of you just sat there in the quiet of your apartment, the steady rhythm of the rain accompanying the rare and intimate silence between you. Nayeon looked down at her hands, her fingers absently twirling a strand of wet hair.

Nayeon: "I just feel... like there's no time for me anymore. Everything's about the next performance, the next stage, the next expectation. It's exhausting."

You nodded, understanding the weight she was carrying. She had to constantly be 'on' for everyone-TWICE's cheerful and charismatic Nayeon. But who was she behind the idol persona? That was the question she never really answered.

Y/N: "You deserve to have time for yourself, Nayeon. You're more than just an idol, you know."

Her eyes flickered up to meet yours, her gaze soft yet searching.

Nayeon: "Do you really think that?" Her voice was quiet, almost uncertain.

Y/N: "Of course. You've always been more than what people see on stage."

For a brief moment, it felt like you were both just two people, sitting in a room, no expectations, no roles. Just Nayeon and you.

Her gaze lingered on you for a heartbeat longer, before she shifted, her usual teasing tone returning.

Nayeon: "Well, I guess I do have one request, then..." Her lips curled into a playful grin.

Y/N: "What's that?"

Nayeon: "Can I stay here for a little longer? It's nice to have someone who doesn't expect me to be Nayeon, the Bunny of TWICE."

You nodded without hesitation.

Y/N: "Stay as long as you want."

Nayeon leaned back against the couch, her expression lightening as she tucked her damp hair behind her ear, the weight of her earlier words slowly melting away.

The rain outside had softened, leaving only a gentle mist hanging in the air. The two of you were still on the couch, the room cozy despite the weather, the quiet broken only by the occasional sound of rain tapping against the windows. Nayeon had relaxed, but the heaviness in her eyes was still there, hidden just beneath her playful mask. You could tell she was trying to bury it, but it kept seeping through. You had said it earlier, but you couldn't shake the feeling that something more was on her mind-something she wasn't saying.

You both sat in silence for a while, her feet tucked up under her and her head leaning back against the couch. Her eyes were closed, but the tension in her shoulders was evident. You had given her space, not wanting to push her, but it was hard to ignore the growing weight in your chest. Nayeon wasn't just tired; she was burdened. She wasn't just a happy idol here. She was... just Nayeon, a person with her own struggles, her own fears.

Y/N: softly "You know, I never realized how much pressure you were under until now."

Her eyes fluttered open, her gaze falling on you. There was something different about the way she looked at you in that moment-more than just the usual teasing or flirtation. It was as if, for once, she wasn't hiding anything. She wasn't trying to put on a show.

Nayeon: quietly "It's hard, Y/N. I don't think anyone truly gets it. They all see the smiles, the energy, the laughter-but there's so much more beneath the surface. It's exhausting, always being 'Im Nayeon.'"

The vulnerability in her voice caught you off guard. You had always seen Nayeon as the one who could handle anything, the one who could make anyone smile no matter the situation. But here she was, admitting something you'd never heard her say before.

Y/N: gently "I think... I think I get it more than you think." You leaned forward slightly, catching her eyes. "You've always been the strong one, the one who holds everything together. But it's okay to let go sometimes. You don't have to carry everything on your own."

Nayeon blinked, her lips parting slightly as if she was about to say something, but then she paused. The air between you both felt thick, as if the words she wanted to say were just waiting to be set free. Slowly, she shifted on the couch, sitting up a little straighter.

Nayeon: softly "I don't know how to let go, Y/N. I've spent so long holding everything together... I don't know what it means to be anything else." She looked down at her hands, the hesitation in her movements palpable. "I guess that's why I came here today. I didn't know who else to turn to."

You could feel your heart ache for her. Nayeon was the embodiment of strength for everyone else, but she was never given a chance to be vulnerable, to just be herself without the expectations of the world weighing on her.

Y/N: "You don't have to be perfect all the time. It's okay to break down sometimes." You reached out, your hand resting gently on hers. "It's okay to need someone."

Nayeon glanced up at you, her eyes locking with yours, and for the first time that day, she didn't look away. The walls she had built around herself, the act she put on for the world, were crumbling bit by bit. And in that moment, she was just Nayeon. Not the idol, not the performer, but the woman who had been holding it all together for far too long.

Nayeon: in a small voice "Do you really mean that?" She seemed to be searching your face for any hint of doubt, but there was none. Only sincerity.

You gave her a small, reassuring smile.

Y/N: "I mean it." You squeezed her hand gently. "You're not alone, Nayeon. Not now, not ever."

For a long moment, neither of you spoke. There was nothing else to say. The weight of her words had been shared, and it was as if the room itself exhaled with her. Nayeon's shoulders seemed to relax, just a little, and the guarded look in her eyes softened.

Then, slowly, she smiled. A real smile. Not the playful one or the teasing one, but something deeper, more genuine. It was a smile that spoke of relief, of finally finding a space where she didn't have to hide, where she could simply be herself.

Nayeon: "Thank you, Y/N. I didn't realize how much I needed this."

Her voice was soft, but there was a warmth to it, a sense of comfort she hadn't shown in a long time. In that moment, you knew she wasn't just grateful for the company. She was grateful for the fact that she could be real with you-something she rarely allowed herself to do with anyone.

And in that moment, you realized that the bond between you and Nayeon wasn't just about the moments of laughter or casual interactions. It was about understanding each other on a deeper level, beyond the surface, beyond the fame and the expectations. It was about being there for each other, even when the world was too much to bear.

The room felt warmer now, the tension slowly melting away, replaced by a comforting silence between you and Nayeon. But you could feel something still lingering in the air-something unspoken, something that needed to be said. Nayeon had opened up to you, more than she ever had before, but there was still a weight in her eyes. Something still unsettled her.

You sat across from her, watching her carefully, when she finally broke the silence.

Nayeon: softly "Y/N... can I ask you something?"

You looked up, noticing the slight tremor in her voice. Something about her tone felt different, quieter, as if she was steeling herself for something important.

Y/N: "Of course. You can ask me anything, Nayeon."

She hesitated for a moment, her fingers nervously twisting the hem of her sleeve, a habit you had come to recognize as a sign of unease. Her eyes were on the floor now, and the vulnerability in her expression made your heart ache. You could tell this was something she had been holding in for a while.

Nayeon: "I... I don't know how to say this, but..." She trailed off, taking a deep breath before meeting your gaze. Her voice shook ever so slightly, but it was steady enough for you to catch the intensity in her eyes. "I've been thinking a lot lately, about us. About how I feel about you."

You sat up straighter, your heart beginning to race. You had a feeling this was coming, but hearing her say it out loud was something entirely different. Your mind raced, but you stayed quiet, giving her the space to continue.

Y/N: softly "Nay-..."

Nayeon: cutting you off "No, wait. I need to say this." She swallowed hard, her voice a little firmer now, though still uncertain. "I've been hiding it for so long. I've kept this... this feeling buried because I didn't know how to deal with it. But I can't pretend anymore."

She paused, taking another deep breath, her eyes never leaving yours. There was something raw and vulnerable about the way she looked at you now. It wasn't the usual playful or teasing Nayeon-it was someone entirely different. Someone who had finally found the courage to be real.

Nayeon: "I think... I think I've been falling for you, Y/N. For a while now."

Her words hit you like a wave. You blinked, not sure how to process what she had just said. But there was no mistaking it-the sincerity in her voice was undeniable. You could see the truth of it in her eyes even though she hid it with her palms in uncertainty and fear, the way she was holding herself, so exposed and vulnerable, waiting for your reaction.

Y/N: quietly "Nayeon... I-"

Nayeon: quickly "I know, I know this is sudden. I know it might be too much. But I've been holding this in for so long, and it's been driving me crazy. I couldn't keep pretending that it was just friendship. It's more than that. It's... I feel something deeper for you, Y/N."

The words hung in the air between you, and for a moment, you didn't know how to respond. Nayeon had never been this honest before, never allowed herself to be this vulnerable. It took a lot of courage to say what she just did. You couldn't ignore the depth of her feelings, but at the same time, you didn't want to make her feel like you were dismissing what she had just confessed.

You took a deep breath, shifting slightly on the couch to face her fully. You didn't want to rush this. You didn't want her to feel like she had said all of that for nothing. So, instead of blurting out something hasty, you let the silence settle for a moment, giving yourself time to choose your words carefully.

Y/N: calmly "Nayeon, I... I appreciate you telling me this. I know it wasn't easy." You looked her directly in the eyes, your voice steady. "I want you to know that I understand how you feel. I really do. I've been thinking a lot about... us, too."

Nayeon's eyes widened slightly, her lips parting as if she were about to speak, but you gently held up your hand, signaling her to wait.

Y/N: "But I also want you to know that I'm not going to rush into anything. I don't want to make any decisions based on impulse or because of how we're feeling in this moment. What you've told me... it means a lot, Nayeon. It really does."

She nodded slowly, her expression softening. You could see the relief in her face, though there was still a trace of doubt in her eyes, as if she were waiting for the other shoe to drop.

Y/N: "I think I've been feeling the same way for a while now, but it's not just about rushing into something. It's about being sure, about making sure that this is something we both want, for the right reasons."

Nayeon looked at you, her lips slightly trembling as if she were processing your words. You reached out, gently taking her hand in yours, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

Y/N: "I'm not saying 'no.' I'm just saying... let's take this one step at a time, okay? We both deserve to take it slow and figure things out together."

Nayeon's face softened, and her shoulders seemed to relax as she took in your words. Slowly, she nodded, a small but genuine smile tugging at her lips.

Nayeon: "Yeah... that sounds good. I can wait." She gave you a playful, teasing grin. "But just so you know, I'm not going anywhere. You're stuck with me now."

You chuckled, the tension finally easing between the two of you. The weight of her confession, of your own feelings, was still there, but it no longer felt suffocating. It felt like a beginning-something new, something real.

Y/N: smiling "I think I can handle that."

And just like that, the air between you both shifted. The uncertainty and weight of the moment gave way to something lighter, something more hopeful. The first step had been taken. The rest? That would come in time.

Nayeon: grinning "So, Y/N, does this mean I'm officially your girlfriend now? Or are we still in that weird 'figuring things out' phase?"

Y/N: raising an eyebrow "We're definitely still in the 'figuring things out' phase. Can't rush these things. I've got to make sure you're not just a one-time fling, you know."

Nayeon: mock gasps "A one-time fling? Excuse me? I'm a full-package deal. I don't do 'flings.' I'm commitment material, Y/N. Big time."

Y/N: smirking "Oh, really? That's funny, because you can't even commit to finishing a cup of coffee without getting distracted."

Nayeon: laughing "Hey, I'm a busy woman! Besides, I just want to keep things exciting. Keeps you on your toes, right?"

Y/N: sighing dramatically "Yeah, I'm definitely on my toes. And my patience, apparently. You've already managed to make me late for three meetings in a row. You're a handful, Nayeon."

Nayeon: teasing "Well, maybe you're just bad at time management. I think we need to work on your priorities here. You should be making time for me, not your boring old meetings."

Y/N: playfully rolling his eyes "Boring? Those meetings are what pay the bills. How else are you going to keep buying all those ridiculous outfits?"

Nayeon: mock offense "Excuse me, my outfits are an investment in style. It's called 'fashion,' Y/N. Maybe you should try it sometime."

Y/N: grinning "Oh, I've seen your wardrobe. There's more glitter and sequins in your closet than at a Vegas show. I'm starting to wonder if you're secretly auditioning for the next big performance."

Nayeon: snorts "I'm a star, Y/N. You just don't recognize it yet. When I hit the stage, it's like the world stops. You'll see." She winks dramatically.

Y/N: smirking "I'm sure. Just make sure you don't blind anyone with all that glitter. You know, safety first."

Nayeon: laughing "I'm a professional, okay? I've got it under control. Unlike you, who can barely juggle his calendar without turning it into a disaster."

Y/N: mock hurt "Wow, this is harsh. I thought we were in the 'figuring things out' phase, not roasting each other alive."

Nayeon: grinning mischievously "Oh, we are. But part of figuring things out is knowing how to handle the heat, right? You've got to be able to keep up with me, Y/N. Otherwise, I'll just leave you in the dust."

Y/N: laughing "Leave me in the dust? I'm pretty sure I've been handling your chaos just fine. And if you think I can't keep up, then you clearly haven't seen me handle you at full speed."

Nayeon: raising an eyebrow "Oh, really? Is that a challenge? Because I'm more than happy to prove you wrong. Just say the word."

Y/N: playfully grinning "Alright, alright. But no promises that I'll go easy on you. I've been known to win a few challenges in my time."

Nayeon: mockingly "Oh please. You're adorable when you try to act tough. I can already hear the excuses you'll make when I crush you."

Y/N: laughing "Excuses? There won't be any excuses, Nayeon. I'll beat you fair and square. And then, I'll make you regret ever challenging me."

Nayeon: teasing "Oh, I'm already regretting it. But hey, what's life without a little bit of fun, right? Besides, I like watching you squirm when you lose. It's cute."

Y/N: mock indignation "Cute? You think me losing is cute? You're really going to go there, huh?"

Nayeon: "Oh, don't worry. I'll go easy on you. After all, I'm a lady. And ladies don't like to humiliate their partners too much."

And she shot her famous bunny grin at you again.

Y/N: laughing "I'm not your partner yet, Nayeon. Remember, we're still in the 'figuring things out' stage. I haven't agreed to any humiliations just yet."

Nayeon: playfully pouting "Aw, come on, Y/N. Don't be so uptight. You'll be fine. I'll make sure I leave you with at least a little bit of dignity."

Y/N: grinning "Oh, don't worry. I don't need your pity. I'll beat you so thoroughly that you'll be the one needing my help to pick up the pieces."

Nayeon: laughing "I'm looking forward to it, Y/N. Let's see if you can back up that big talk. But just remember, I'm the one who holds the winning card here. You're about to find out just how hard it is to keep up with me."

Y/N: narrowing his eyes "We'll see about that. But I'll warn you, Nayeon... once I start, there's no turning back. You'll be begging for mercy."

Nayeon: teasing "Begging for mercy? Hah, I highly doubt it. You'll be the one begging once I'm done with you."

Y/N: grinning widely "Alright, alright. Let's get this over with then. Prepare to be humbled, Nayeon."

Nayeon: grinning back "We'll see who's humbled by the end of this. You're on, Y/N. Let the games begin."

The banter from earlier still lingers in the air, the playful energy between you and Nayeon refusing to die down. She stands in front of you, her eyes mischievously gleaming, clearly enjoying the back-and-forth as much as you do. But something shifts in the air now, something unspoken but palpable.

You take a step back, trying to hide the sudden rush of nerves settling in your stomach. The playful teasing has always been your thing, your way of keeping things light between the two of you, but now... now it feels different. You can't quite place it, but there's a tension hanging between you, thick enough to feel in the pit of your stomach.

Nayeon notices it too. She steps closer, closing the gap between the two of you, her gaze not leaving yours.

Nayeon: softly, but with a playful glint "You're not getting cold feet, are you?"

You chuckle nervously, attempting to brush it off, but her eyes seem to peer right through you. There's a quiet intensity in her gaze, one that matches the shift in the atmosphere. She's always been this confident, this bold, but now there's something deeper behind her usual teasing smile.

Y/N: grinning, trying to act nonchalant "Cold feet? Never. Just... letting you catch up. You've been getting ahead of yourself today."

Nayeon raises an eyebrow, leaning in closer, her face now mere inches from yours. The air around you both feels heavy, thick with unspoken words, and something else, something that feels like it's been building for longer than either of you would care to admit.

Nayeon: low and teasing "Oh really? You're saying I'm ahead of you?" She smirks, letting her gaze travel down for a moment before returning to your eyes. "Then maybe you should take the lead."

Her voice is hushed now, softer, and there's a warmth in her words that wasn't there before. It catches you off guard, and your heart skips a beat. You're both standing close enough now that you can feel the heat of her body, the scent of her perfume lingering in the air, mixing with the familiar scent of your apartment. The closeness is intoxicating.

You try to say something, to crack another joke, but the words get caught in your throat. Instead, all you can do is hold her gaze, the playful banter long gone from your mind. In this moment, everything feels charged, as if the world has paused just for the two of you.

She takes another step closer, her lips just a breath away from yours. You can hear her soft breathing, feel the slight shiver in the air as her gaze drops to your lips and then back up to your eyes.

Nayeon: quietly, almost in a whisper "Y/N..."

Your name escapes her lips like a delicate melody, and it sends a shiver down your spine. The weight of the moment presses down on you, and you can no longer deny what's been building between the two of you. It's as if everything else has faded away, leaving just the two of you in this charged space, caught between what's been said and what's left unspoken.

You want to kiss her. The realization hits you harder than you expect. It's not some impulsive decision, not something borne out of the teasing and playful banter. This is real, this is different. You want her, want to feel the softness of her lips, want to taste the sweetness of her kiss. It's been there all along, just buried beneath layers of jokes and casual touches. But now... now it's undeniable.

You raise your hand, hesitating for just a moment before reaching out to gently brush a lock of hair behind her ear. The touch is soft, delicate, almost reverent. It's enough to draw her attention, her eyes flickering down to your lips before meeting your gaze once more.

For a brief second, you wonder if you're misreading this, if she's feeling the same thing, but the way she leans in, her breath mingling with yours, tells you everything you need to know.

Y/N: softly, voice steady but heart pounding "Nay, I--...."

And then, she closes the distance.

Her lips meet yours gently at first, testing, like the first drop of rain after a long dry spell. But then it deepens, and you feel the urgency in the way she presses against you, as if she's been waiting for this moment just as much as you have. Her hands find their way to your neck, pulling you closer, her fingers threading through your hair, and you're lost in it. Her lips are soft, yet firm, claiming you in a way that sends every ounce of reason scrambling for escape.

You return the kiss with just as much intensity, your hands moving to her waist, pulling her closer, as if there's nothing in the world that could keep you apart. The taste of her is sweet, addictive, and you lose yourself in the way she molds against you, her body pressing closer as if there's nowhere else she'd rather be.

For a moment, everything else ceases to matter. The teasing, the playful banter, the doubts, the uncertainty-all of it fades into the background as you focus only on the feeling of her in your arms, the warmth of her lips against yours, the way she fits so perfectly.

When you finally pull away, your breaths are ragged, your heart racing in a way it never has before. You rest your forehead against hers, both of you still catching your breath, the silence between you now comfortable, intimate.

Nayeon: softly, with a smug way of brushing her hair back "So... does this mean we're done 'figuring things' out?"

You chuckle, running a hand through your hair, still trying to regain some semblance of composure. But the grin on your face is wide, a mix of disbelief and excitement, because deep down, you both know this is the beginning of something far more real than you could have imagined.

Y/N: smiling, voice steady "I think... I think we've figured it out."

And you both laugh softly, the moment between you still charged, but now, it's comfortable. It's right. And somehow, in this tangled mess of emotions, this kiss-this single, simple act-has sealed what was always meant to be.

(Time skip to Morning)

The morning light filters through the windows of your apartment, casting a soft glow over the room. Nayeon is curled up against you, her arms draped lazily around your torso, her head tucked beneath your chin. The steady rhythm of her breathing is soothing, a reminder of how peaceful these moments are when it's just the two of you.

She stirs slightly, nuzzling closer like a kitten seeking warmth. Her hair tickles your neck, and you can't help but smile at the sight of her so relaxed, so unguarded. It's a side of Nayeon the world rarely gets to see-her soft, clingy bunny self.

Nayeon: murmuring sleepily "Y/N... why're you up already?"

You chuckle softly, adjusting your position so she can rest more comfortably.

Y/N: teasingly "Because someone's been hogging all the covers. I got cold."

Her eyes flutter open, and she narrows them at you playfully before snuggling even closer.

Nayeon: grinning "You're not cold now, are you? You have me. I'm way better than any blanket."

You brush a strand of hair from her face, marveling at how stunning she looks even in the simplest moments.

Y/N: softly "You're right. You're better than anything."

She giggles, her signature bunny smile lighting up her face as she pokes your cheek.

Nayeon: teasingly "Of course, I am. You scored Im Nayeon of TWICE, not some random girl. You better treat me right, Y/N."

Her tone is playful, but there's an underlying sincerity in her words. She's teasing, but you know she's also reminding you how much this means to her-to both of you.

Y/N: grinning "Don't worry. I know exactly how lucky I am. I wouldn't dream of messing this up."

She seems satisfied with your answer, her arms tightening around you as she lets out a content sigh.

Later, as the rain begins to patter gently against the windows, the two of you find yourselves lounging on the couch. Nayeon has claimed her spot, tucked comfortably against your side with a blanket draped over both of you.

Nayeon: suddenly, with a mischievous grin "So... when are you taking me on an official date?"

You glance at her, amused by her sudden question.

Y/N: raising an eyebrow "Is this your way of asking me out? Shouldn't I be the one doing that?"

She rolls her eyes, poking your side in retaliation.

Nayeon: "Don't twist this around. I'm just saying, it's about time you show me off properly. You know, as your girlfriend."

The word "girlfriend" sends a thrill through you, even though it's still so new.

Y/N: thoughtfully "Alright, Ms. Im Nayeon of TWICE. What does your dream first date look like?"

She taps her chin, pretending to think hard about it.

Nayeon: dramatically "Hmm... let's see. Fancy dinner? Nah, too cliché. A walk on the beach? Too cold right now. Oh! Maybe something cozy, like a movie night under the stars."

Y/N: smiling "That sounds perfect. But with the rain, we might have to improvise."

Her eyes light up as an idea strikes her.

Nayeon: excitedly "What if we do something simple? Like cooking together at home? You know, a little romantic, a little chaotic."

You chuckle at the thought.

Y/N: "Cooking together? Are you sure you're ready to see how bad I am in the kitchen?"

She smirks, her confidence unwavering.

Nayeon: "Don't worry. I'll supervise. You just have to follow my instructions. Easy peasy."

You laugh, knowing full well that nothing with Nayeon is ever as simple as she makes it sound.

As the two of you finalize the plans for your cozy, at-home date, the conversation drifts into more reflective territory. Nayeon turns to face you, her expression softer now, more serious.

Nayeon: quietly "You know... this is still a little surreal for me. Us, I mean."

You take her hand, squeezing it gently.

Y/N: reassuringly "It's surreal for me too. But it feels right, doesn't it?"

She nods, her eyes glistening with emotion.

Nayeon: "It does. It really does. I just... I don't want anything to ruin this. Not my career, not the pressure from fans, nothing."

You pull her closer, wrapping your arms around her in a protective embrace.

Y/N: firmly "Nothing's going to ruin this. We'll figure it out together, one step at a time."

She smiles, her confidence returning as she presses a kiss to your cheek.

Nayeon: playfully "Alright then, Mr. Boyfriend. Let's seal the deal with a kiss."

She pulled you in a lovely kiss. Her lips felt soft almost squishy in a way which was just "Nayeon" like. The kiss is soft and tender, a perfect blend of affection and promise. Her lips curve into a smile against yours, and when she pulls away, she's back to her usual playful self.

Nayeon: grinning "Okay, enough mushy stuff. I'm hungry. Go make me something delicious!"

You raise an eyebrow, amused by her sudden change in tone.

Y/N: teasingly "You're awfully demanding for someone who just got promoted to girlfriend status."

She pokes your chest, pouting adorably.

Nayeon: "Excuse me? I think I've earned the right to be demanding. Besides, it's raining, and rainy weather calls for comfort food. Chop chop!"

Laughing, you get up from the couch, heading to the kitchen. She follows close behind, like a shadow, clearly not planning to leave you alone.

Y/N: playfully "Are you going to help, or just supervise?"

Nayeon: grinning "I'm the quality control. Someone has to make sure you don't mess up."

The two of you spend the next hour in the kitchen, laughing and teasing as you prepare her favorite dish. She steals bites when she thinks you're not looking, giggling when you catch her red-handed.

By the time the food is ready, the rain has turned into a soft drizzle, and the two of you settle back on the couch with your plates, the warmth of the meal and each other's presence filling the room with a sense of contentment.

As you sit there, sharing food and laughter, you can't help but feel that this is what happiness looks like-simple, unpretentious, and shared with the person who makes your world brighter with every smile.

Nayeon leans her head on your shoulder, her voice soft but full of warmth.

Nayeon: "You're not so bad, Y/N. Maybe I'll keep you around for a while."

You laugh, wrapping an arm around her.

Y/N: teasingly "Only 'for a while'? I was hoping for something a little more permanent."

She looks up at you, her eyes sparkling.

Nayeon: smiling "We'll see... but you're off to a pretty good start."

And with that, she presses a kiss to your cheek, sealing the moment with the kind of love that feels both exciting and comfortably familiar-like home.

This is where your journey together truly begins, not as two people finding their way to each other, but as a team, ready to take on whatever the world throws at you, one playful banter and shared meal at a time.

The rain had settled into a gentle rhythm against the windows, its soothing sound filling the quiet of the apartment. You were in the kitchen, sleeves rolled up and focused on chopping banana for the custard you had promised Nayeon. The warm scent of custard mix and cold mist of mango ice cream already filled the air, a comforting contrast to the cool, rainy weather outside.

Behind you, you could hear the faint patter of bare feet on the floor before a pair of slender arms slipped around your waist.

Nayeon: softly "What are you making for me, chef Y/N?"

Her voice was playful, laced with affection as she rested her chin on your shoulder.

Y/N: chuckling "You'll see. Patience, bunny."

She giggled at the nickname, nuzzling her face into the crook of your neck.

Nayeon: murmuring "Patience is overrated. I'd rather watch you cook. You look so cute when you're concentrating."

You glanced over your shoulder at her, raising an eyebrow.

Y/N: "Cute, huh? Are you trying to distract me so I mess up?"

Nayeon: grinning "Maybe. Is it working?"

You laughed, shaking your head as you returned to your chopping. But Nayeon wasn't done with you yet. She moved to your side, leaning against the counter with her arms crossed and an adorably pouty expression on her face.

Nayeon: dramatically "You're ignoring me, Y/N. That's so mean. I thought I was your girlfriend now."

You couldn't help but smile at her antics.

Y/N: teasingly "I'm not ignoring you. I'm just making sure you don't go hungry. Isn't that what a good boyfriend does?"

Nayeon: huffing "A good boyfriend also pays attention to his girlfriend. Like, maybe gives her a kiss or two while he's cooking."

You set the knife down, turning to face her with a smirk.

Y/N: "A kiss or two, huh? Is that all you want?"

She nodded, her eyes wide and innocent as she leaned closer.

Nayeon: softly "For now."

Unable to resist, you leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead. But before you could pull away, she tugged you closer, her lips meeting yours in a sweet, lingering kiss that left you both smiling.

Nayeon: whispering against your lips "Now that's more like it."

As you returned to the stove, stirring the pot, Nayeon stayed close, her hand resting lightly on your arm. She hummed a tune under her breath, a soft, melodic sound that made your heart swell.

Nayeon: curiously "What are you making, anyway? It smells amazing."

Y/N: "It's your favorite custard type, remember? You mentioned it earlier."

Her eyes lit up, a bright smile spreading across her face.

Nayeon: "You remembered? Y/N, you're the best!"

She reached up to pinch your cheek affectionately, laughing when you swatted her hand away.

Y/N: grinning "Of course, I remembered. How could I forget something so important? Because you would choke me if i forget "

Her cheeks flushed slightly, and she ducked her head, suddenly shy.

Nayeon: murmuring "I dont do that! But You're really sweet, you know that?"

You glanced at her, surprised by her sudden bashfulness.

Y/N: "Only for you, Nayeon. Don't get used to it."

She laughed, the sound filling the room like sunshine breaking through the rain.

As the food finished cooking, Nayeon insisted on helping you set the table, though her version of "helping" mostly involved sneaking bites of food and teasing you every chance she got.

Nayeon: grinning "You know, this could be our thing. Cooking together on rainy days."

Y/N: smirking "You mean me cooking while you 'supervise'?"

She stuck her tongue out at you, her playful nature shining through.

Nayeon: "Hey, I'm great at supervising. And taste-testing. That's important too!"

You shook your head, laughing as you placed the final dish on the table.

Y/N: "Alright, Ms. Taste-Tester. Let's see if it's up to your standards."

She took a bite, her eyes widening in delight.

Nayeon: "Y/N, this is amazing! I knew you were talented, but this... this is boyfriend material right here."

You rolled your eyes at her dramatic praise, though you couldn't help but feel a surge of pride at her reaction.

Y/N: teasingly "High praise coming from Im Nayeon of TWICE. Should I frame that?"

She laughed, reaching across the table to swat at your hand.

Nayeon: "Don't push your luck, chef. Now eat before it gets warm!"

After dinner, the two of you found yourselves back on the couch, the rain still tapping softly against the windows. Nayeon was curled up beside you, her head resting on your shoulder as she traced random patterns on your arm with her fingers.

Nayeon: softly "Today was perfect. Thank you, Y/N."

You turned to look at her, brushing a strand of hair from her face.

Y/N: "It's not over yet. There's still dessert."

Her eyes lit up, and she sat up excitedly.

Nayeon: "Dessert? Didnt we have custard already? What is it?"

You grinned, keeping your answer a mystery as you got up and headed to the kitchen. When you returned with a small plate of chocolate-syrup covered vanilla ice cream, her face lit up like a kid on Christmas morning.

Nayeon: "Y/N, you're spoiling me. I could get used to this."

Y/N: smirking "That's the plan."

She laughed, pulling you back down beside her and feeding you one of the strawberries.

Nayeon: teasingly "You know, if you keep this up, I might never let you go."

Y/N: softly "Good. I wasn't planning on going anywhere."

Her smile softened, and she leaned in to press a gentle kiss to your lips.

Nayeon: whispering "You're really good at this boyfriend thing"

Y/N: grinning "And you're really good at being my girlfriend."

She laughed, her cheeks flushing slightly as she cuddled closer to you.

Nayeon: "We make a pretty good team, don't we?"

Y/N: "The best."

And as the rain continued to fall outside, you held her close, the warmth of her presence filling your heart with a sense of peace and happiness you had never known before.

The rain outside turned heavier, its rhythmic patter filling the apartment with a cozy, calming atmosphere. You stood by the counter, preparing the next dish Nayeon had requested, gosh how much she wants to eat?? but she had other ideas.

Her arms snaked around your waist from behind, and you felt her soft cheek press against your back.

Nayeon: murmuring "It's cold. Let me stay like this."

You paused for a moment, smiling to yourself before continuing to chop the vegetables.

Y/N: "You know, it's hard to cook when you're clinging to me like this."

Nayeon: teasingly "Then don't cook. Stay here and cuddle me instead."

You turned slightly, looking down at her with an amused expression.

Y/N: "If I do that, you won't get your food. Isn't this what you begged me for?"

Nayeon: pouting "I didn't beg. I asked nicely. There's a difference."

Y/N: smirking "Sure, bunny. Whatever you say."

She gave a playful huff but didn't let go. Instead, she tightened her hold and buried her face in your back.

Nayeon: muffled "You smell good. Like spices and... you."

You chuckled, shaking your head as you reached for a pan.

Y/N: "Is that a compliment or your way of distracting me again?"

Nayeon: grinning "Both."

As you began sautéing the vegetables, Nayeon moved to your side, her fingers lightly trailing along your arm.

Nayeon: curiously "What's next? Do I get to help?"

Y/N: raising an eyebrow "Help, huh? Last time you tried to 'help,' you almost burned the kitchen down."

Her eyes widened in mock indignation, and she lightly smacked your shoulder.

Nayeon: "That was one time! And it wasn't even my fault. The stove was being weird."

You laughed, shaking your head.

Y/N: "Okay, okay. If you want to help, you can stir this."

Handing her the spatula, you watched as she eagerly took over, her movements a bit clumsy but filled with enthusiasm.

Nayeon: grinning "Look at me! I'm a pro chef now."

Y/N: "Sure you are. Just don't let it stick to the pan."

Nayeon: mock serious "Yes, chef!"

As she stirred, you leaned over to adjust the heat, and she took the opportunity to turn her head and kiss your cheek.

Y/N: surprised "What was that for?"

Nayeon: shrugging innocently "For being cute."

Y/N: teasingly "If I'm cute, what does that make you?"

She smirked, her confidence shining through.

Nayeon: "Irresistible, obviously."

You laughed, shaking your head at her boldness.

Y/N: "Can't argue with that."

Her laughter filled the kitchen, blending with the sound of the rain as she continued stirring.

After a few minutes, you took over again, and Nayeon decided to occupy herself by leaning against your side, her head resting on your shoulder as you worked.

Nayeon: softly "Did you take bachelors in this? Cooking, taking care of me... just being you."

You glanced down at her, touched by her words.

Y/N: "And you're really good at making me feel like the luckiest guy alive."

Her cheeks turned pink, and she hid her face against your shoulder.

Nayeon: "Stop being so sweet. You're going to make me cry."

You chuckled, placing a hand over hers where it rested on your arm.

Y/N: "It's only fair. You do the same to me."

As the dish neared completion, Nayeon's playful side resurfaced. She stood in front of you, blocking your path as you tried to reach for the plates.

Y/N: "Nayeon, move. I need to plate this."

Nayeon: grinning mischievously "Not until you give me another kiss."

You sighed dramatically, though the smile tugging at your lips betrayed you.

Y/N: "You're impossible, you know that?"

Nayeon: smirking "And you love it."

You leaned down, pressing a quick kiss to her lips.

Y/N: "Happy now?"

Nayeon: pretending to think "Hmm... maybe one more."

You rolled your eyes but obliged, pulling her in for a deeper kiss that left you both breathless.

Nayeon: softly "Okay, now I'm happy."

Finally, you managed to plate the food, and the two of you sat down to enjoy the meal. But even as you ate, Nayeon couldn't resist scooting closer, her hand resting on your knee as she leaned against you.

Nayeon: murmuring "This is perfect. The food, the rain, you... everything."

You looked at her, your heart swelling with affection.

Y/N: "I couldn't agree more."

And as the rain continued to fall outside, you couldn't help but feel like this moment-cooking, laughing, and sharing quiet kisses with Nayeon-was exactly where you were meant to be.

The rain continued to tap against the windows, a gentle lullaby that filled the room with serenity. You leaned back against the couch, the faint glow of the kitchen light illuminating the space as Nayeon nestled herself into your side.

Her legs were draped over yours, her head resting comfortably against your chest. The faint smell of her shampoo mixed with the lingering aroma of the meal you'd just shared, and everything about this moment felt perfect.

Nayeon: softly, almost shyly "Thank you for being good at this, you know."

You tilted your head to look at her, your fingers absentmindedly running through her silky hair.

Y/N: "Good at what?"

Nayeon: glancing up at you "At making me feel... special. Loved."

Her words were barely above a whisper, but they hit you like a wave. You could see the vulnerability in her eyes, the raw emotion she rarely let anyone see.

You tightened your arms around her, pulling her closer as your lips pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead.

Y/N: "You don't have to thank me for that, Nayeon. You deserve all of it and more."

Her cheeks flushed a delicate pink, and she let out a soft laugh, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on your chest.

Nayeon: teasingly "You're going to make me cry if you keep being this sweet."

Y/N: grinning "Good. That way, I can tease you back for once."

She lightly smacked your shoulder, but her laughter quickly faded into a content sigh as she relaxed against you.

The room grew quieter, the rain becoming the only sound as you both fell into a comfortable silence. You let your hand wander, trailing softly down her back, feeling the warmth of her through the fabric of her sweater. Nayeon shifted slightly, her eyes locking onto yours.

There was something different in her gaze now-a mix of playfulness and a deeper, unspoken emotion that made your heart race.

Nayeon: smiling coyly "You know, you're pretty irresistible when you're like this. All soft and sweet."

Y/N: raising an eyebrow "And you're not?"

She tilted her head, her lips curving into a sly smile.

Nayeon: "I mean... I know I am. But it's nice hearing you admit it."

You chuckled, shaking your head as she leaned in closer, her face mere inches from yours. Her breath was warm against your skin, her lips hovering tantalizingly close.

Y/N: softly "iam saying this again that You're impossible, you know that?"

Nayeon: whispering "And you love it."

Before you could respond, her lips brushed against yours, soft and deliberate. The kiss was slow, almost teasing, as if she wanted to savor every second. Your hand found its way to her cheek, holding her in place as you deepened the kiss, feeling the way she smiled against your lips.

When she finally pulled away, her cheeks were flushed, her eyes sparkling with a mix of affection and mischief.

Nayeon: playfully "See? I am irresistible."

You laughed, pulling her back into your arms as she rested her head on your shoulder.

Y/N: "You're also incredibly modest, aren't you?"

Nayeon: grinning "It's one of my many charms."

As the rain continued to pour outside, you felt her arms tighten around you, her warmth spreading through every inch of you.

Nayeon: softly "I don't think I've ever been this happy before."

You pressed another kiss to the top of her head, your voice low and sincere.

Y/N: "Me neither."

She tilted her head up to meet your gaze, her lips brushing against yours once more in a kiss that felt like both a promise and a confession.

When she pulled back, her voice was barely above a whisper.

Nayeon: "Stay like this with me. Forever."

Your hand cupped her cheek, your thumb brushing gently against her skin.

Y/N: "Forever, Nayeon."

As she snuggled back into your chest, the sound of the rain became the perfect backdrop to the warmth you shared. And in that moment, with her in your arms, you knew there was nowhere else you'd rather be.

Y/N: playfully "My Dumb Bunny.."

Nayeon look at me in a mock hurt expression before laughing.

Nayeon: "Yah-! Iam not dumb, pabo. Iam smart, cute and sexy"

You chuckle at her self assured word before snuggling close to her.

Nayeon: "That's more like it, boyfie"

[fairyofmomo]

Bubbly Baths

Minatozaki Sana x F!Reader

warnings: fluff

a/n: GIRL I HONESTLY DONT KNOW WHAT TO FEEL ABOUT THIS 😢 js felt lonely while taking a bath.. been also thinkijg about sana lately sooooooooo

It was Friday night, and you were beyond exhausted. The week had dragged on with endless tasks and meetings, leaving you craving nothing more than to collapse into bed. And that’s exactly what you did the moment you stepped through the door. You didn’t even bother changing out of your work clothes. You just flopped onto the bed face-first, burying yourself into the soft blankets. Your eyes fluttered closed, the tension of the day slipping away as you drifted in and out of a light sleep.

A few minutes later, you heard the sound of the door creaking open, followed by light footsteps. You didn’t even need to look to know it was Sana. The scent of her perfume—a soft blend of florals and something sweet—was enough to confirm her presence. She had come home from work too, no doubt just as tired as you.

“Darling,” Sana called gently, her voice soft and melodic, as she knelt beside the bed. Her hand rested on your back, fingers tracing lazy circles that sent tingles up your spine. “You’re already half asleep”

You let out a quiet hum, too tired to respond with actual words. Your eyes remained closed, but you felt the warmth of her touch, a soothing balm after a long day.

Sana chuckled softly. “Come on, sweet girl. You can’t just sleep in your work clothes like this. I’ve got a better idea”

Before you could respond, Sana leaned closer, her lips brushing against your ear as she whispered, “Let’s take a bath together. I���ll get everything ready. You just relax”

You nodded sleepily, too tired to muster any words as Sana kissed your forehead softly before heading to the bathroom. You could hear the sound of running water a moment later, followed by the soft clinks of bottles and jars as she prepared the bath.

You lay there, half-drifting, as the familiar scents of lavender, eucalyptus, and vanilla started to waft into the bedroom. Sana always knew how to create the perfect relaxing atmosphere. The bath bombs she loved were her secret weapon after a long day—small pastel spheres that fizzed and crackled as they dissolved, releasing fragrant oils that softened your skin and calmed your mind.

You could hear her humming a soft tune, the sound barely audible over the gurgle of the tub filling up. It made you smile despite your exhaustion. Even after a long day at work, Sana always had a way of making everything feel better. She moved about the bathroom with ease, pulling out a few scrubs—her favorites, no doubt—the ones with brown sugar and honey, the ones that left your skin feeling velvety soft and delicately scented.

The gentle fizz of the bath bomb as it hit the water filled the air, and you could imagine the colors swirling together, turning the bath into a soothing canvas of soft purples and blues. The combination of fragrances began to take over the room completely, creating an oasis of calm.

Sana was always meticulous with her preparations. She arranged a few candles along the edge of the tub, their warm glow casting gentle flickers of light against the tiled walls. She took her time, adjusting the flame until everything was just right. It wasn’t rushed; it was done with care, with intention.

You could picture her carefully smoothing out the towels she had placed by the tub, making sure everything was perfect for the both of you. Her attention to detail was one of the things you loved most about her—how even the smallest act, like running a bath, became something special when she did it. She made everything feel like a luxury, like you were being pampered in the most tender way.

After a few minutes, she called out softly, “Alright, everything’s ready”

You felt her hand gently pull you up from the bed, her touch warm and soft against your skin. She guided you toward the bathroom, the light dim and the flicker of candles creating a soothing ambiance. The sight of the bath was even more inviting than you had imagined—softly bubbling water, a gentle mist rising from the surface, and the soft glow of candles reflecting off the tiles.

Sana smiled at you, her eyes twinkling as she reached for the hem of your shirt. “Let’s get you out of these clothes,” she whispered, her voice low and tender. You nodded, too tired to do much on your own, and let her help you undress, her fingers delicate as they worked at the buttons of your shirt.

Once you were out of your clothes, Sana quickly shed hers too, her smile playful as she took your hand and led you to the tub. She stepped in first, sinking into the warm water with a contented sigh, her body immediately relaxing into the comforting heat. She held out her hand for you to follow, and you stepped in slowly, the warmth of the bath enveloping you, soothing your aching muscles and melting away the last of your tension.

The water was the perfect temperature, the faint fizz of the bath bomb still lingering, and the soft scent of lavender and eucalyptus wrapped around you like a comforting embrace. You settled into the tub across from Sana, your legs gently brushing against hers beneath the water. She reached out, her fingers grazing your arm lightly as she smiled at you, her eyes filled with warmth.

“Feel better?” she asked, her voice soft and filled with affection.

You nodded, sinking deeper into the water, letting the warmth and her presence soothe you entirely. “Much better”

As you settled into the warm, fragrant water, you faced each other, knees brushing occasionally beneath the surface. The soft candlelight flickered gently around the bathroom, casting warm shadows across the tiles. Sana leaned back against the edge of the tub, her eyes half-closed in relaxation, her fingers lazily swirling through the water.

You mirrored her actions, feeling the stress of the week slowly fade away. The water was warm, its soothing embrace calming your tense muscles, while the soft scent of lavender and eucalyptus filled the room, creating the perfect atmosphere for unwinding.

Sana opened her eyes, gazing at you with that familiar, affectionate smile that always seemed to melt away your worries. She flicked a few droplets of water at you playfully, chuckling as you blinked in surprise.

As you sank deeper into the warm water, you let out a soft, contented sigh, feeling the weight of the day start to slip away. You and Sana sat across from each other, your legs gently brushing under the surface as the calming scent of lavender and eucalyptus filled the room. The flicker of candlelight danced on the walls, casting a soft glow around the bathroom.

Sana leaned back, her fingers tracing circles on the surface of the water, watching the ripples as they spread between the two of you. After a moment of comfortable silence, she looked up at you, a gentle smile tugging at her lips. “Do you ever think about where we’ll be in a few years?”

Her question caught you off guard in the best way, the sweetness of it pulling at your heartstrings. “What do you mean?” you asked, tilting your head curiously.

Sana smiled softly, her gaze warm as she met your eyes. “I mean… us. Our lives. Do you think about what it’ll be like? Where we’ll go, what we’ll do… together?”

You felt a warm blush creeping up your cheeks, but the thought of a future with her was something that always filled you with a quiet joy. “All the time,” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. “I think about it a lot, actually”

Sana’s smile grew wider, her eyes twinkling with affection. “And? What does that future look like, baby?”

You paused for a moment, thinking carefully, before speaking softly. “It’s us in a cozy little house. Maybe we have a garden—something simple, with flowers and a few vegetables. We wake up every morning to sunlight streaming through the windows, and we make breakfast together. You always make coffee,” you teased, a soft laugh escaping your lips, “because I’m terrible at it”

Sana giggled, splashing the water playfully toward you. “You’re not that bad, but I’ll take the coffee duty”

You smiled, watching her with that same tender feeling blossoming in your chest. “We have lazy Sundays where we just stay in bed, wrapped up in each other, and we spend the day talking or reading or just doing nothing. We’ll travel when we want to, but we’ll always come home to each other. I guess… it’s simple, but it’s us. And that’s enough for me, Sha”

Sana’s eyes softened, her expression turning thoughtful as she reached out to gently brush your leg under the water. “That sounds perfect,” she whispered. “I love the idea of growing old with you, of having a place that’s ours. A life that’s ours”

Her words hit you deeply, filling you with warmth. You leaned back, letting yourself sink further into the peaceful atmosphere you were creating together. “What about you, baby? What do you think about when you imagine our future?”

Sana smiled, her fingers playing with the water absentmindedly as she spoke. “I think about how happy we’ll be. I imagine us cooking dinner together, dancing in the kitchen to some cheesy song just because it makes you laugh. I think about us going on spontaneous trips to places we’ve never been, but no matter where we are, it feels like home because we’re with each other”

You felt a soft flutter in your chest at the tenderness of her words. “You always know how to say the sweetest things,” you whispered, smiling at her.

Sana shrugged playfully, though her eyes were filled with sincerity. “I mean every word, darling. I love thinking about our future. I love that it feels so real, so possible” She leaned forward slightly, brushing her hand through the water toward you, her fingers tracing delicate patterns on your skin. “You make everything feel more beautiful. I know that whatever happens, as long as I’m with you, it’ll be more than enough”

You felt a lump form in your throat, her words settling deep into your heart. There was something so calming, so sure, about the way she spoke, and it made you feel like nothing in the world could touch the little bubble of warmth you’d created together.

You reached out to take her hand, threading your fingers through hers under the water. The silence between you was filled with unspoken love and affection, a quiet understanding that needed no words.

“I can’t wait for all of that,” you said softly, squeezing her hand gently. “But right now, I’m happy just being here. With you. In this moment”

Sana smiled, her eyes shimmering as she nodded. “Me too. Right now, this is perfect”

You both stayed like that for a while, the water cooling around you but neither of you moving to leave. It was a moment suspended in time, filled with warmth, love, and the promise of everything that was to come.

As you both continued to soak in the warmth of the bath, the water swirling gently between you, Sana shifted slightly and gave you a soft smile. “Turn around,” she murmured, her voice sweet and caring. “Let me scrub your back. You’ve had a long day”

You nodded, grateful for her offer, and slowly turned your back toward her. The heat from the water had already begun to melt away the tension in your muscles, but the thought of Sana’s gentle hands massaging your back made you feel even more at ease.

Sana reached for the scrub she had prepared earlier—the one with honey and brown sugar, your favorite. You felt the cool texture of the scrub against your skin for just a moment before her hands began to work, moving in slow, careful circles. The sensation was both soothing and invigorating, and you couldn’t help but let out a soft sigh as she rubbed the scrub into your shoulders.

“You’re so tense,” Sana said softly, her voice filled with gentle concern. “You really need to take it easy, darling”

You laughed lightly, your head resting forward as her hands worked magic over your back. “It’s hard to take it easy when everything’s so busy all the time,” you murmured, your voice already laced with exhaustion.

Sana’s hands slowed slightly, her touch more deliberate as she massaged the scrub into your skin. “I know,” she said quietly. “But you don’t have to carry all of it by yourself, you know? I’m here. Let me take care of you”

Her words, so sincere and tender, made your heart swell with gratitude. You could feel the warmth of her love in every touch, the way her fingers glided across your skin, easing the knots that had built up over the week.

You smiled, your eyes fluttering closed as you leaned into the sensation. “You’re already doing that,” you whispered, your voice soft and barely above a murmur. “You always know how to make everything feel better”

Sana chuckled softly behind you, her hands continuing their gentle rhythm. “Well, that’s my job, isn’t it? To make sure my sweet girl is always taken care of”

As she said this, you felt yourself beginning to drift, the combination of the warmth from the bath and her soothing touch pulling you deeper into a peaceful state. Your body grew heavier, and you realized with a faint smile that you were on the verge of falling asleep.

Sana must have noticed, because her voice was softer now, almost a whisper. “You’re falling asleep on me,” she teased gently, her hands slowing as she finished scrubbing your back. “I guess that means I’m doing a good job”

You let out a sleepy chuckle, your head tilting slightly to one side as you mumbled, “You always do a good job”

There was a moment of silence, the only sounds the soft splashing of water and your steady breathing. You were so relaxed, so at ease, that the world around you faded into a pleasant blur. Sana’s presence, her care, and the gentle way she moved were all that mattered.

Before you could drift off completely, Sana leaned forward, her breath warm against your ear. “My turn,” she said with a soft laugh, her playful tone pulling you back from the brink of sleep. “I want to be pampered too”

You smiled lazily, opening your eyes just enough to turn around and face her. The water sloshed gently as you took the scrub from her hand, and Sana turned around, her back facing you now. You dipped your fingers into the scrub and began massaging it into her skin, mimicking the same tender motions she had used on you.

Her skin was soft beneath your hands, and you couldn’t help but marvel at how peaceful she looked, her head tilted slightly to one side, her eyes closed as she enjoyed the moment. It was quiet, intimate—just the two of you, sharing something simple and beautiful after a long, tiring day.

“Feel good?” you asked quietly, your hands moving gently across her shoulders.

“Mhmm,” Sana murmured, her voice barely audible as she relaxed even further. “Perfect”

You continued to scrub her back, your fingers moving slowly and carefully, not wanting the moment to end. There was something so comforting about taking care of each other like this, something that made the stress of the day feel far, far away.

As the water began to cool, you and Sana stayed nestled together, the steam still swirling gently in the air around you. The warm glow of the candles flickered softly on the walls, casting delicate shadows that danced across the room. You leaned back against the edge of the tub, your head resting comfortably, while Sana sat close, her knee brushing yours under the water, grounding you both in the moment.

Sana smiled, her fingers absentmindedly tracing patterns on the surface of the water, creating ripples that shimmered in the candlelight. “You know,” she murmured softly, “I wouldn’t mind if every night ended like this. Just you and me, relaxing, forgetting the world outside”

Her words were honey-sweet, and you couldn’t help but smile as you nodded in agreement. “I wouldn’t mind that either,” you whispered back. “It’s nice to just... be. No rush, no worries, just us”

Sana leaned her head against your shoulder, letting out a contented sigh as she closed her eyes. The soft scent of lavender still lingered in the air, mixing with the comforting warmth of her skin against yours. You both basked in the peaceful silence for a while, simply enjoying the closeness and the quiet that only seemed to come after days like this—days that felt long and chaotic, but always ended with the soft presence of one another.

Her hand found yours under the water, fingers entwining in a gentle, unspoken gesture of love. You squeezed her hand softly, a small but meaningful reminder that you were here, with her, and that was all that mattered.

“I’ve been thinking,” she said after a moment, her voice barely above a whisper. “We should make more time for this... for us. I know life gets busy, but moments like this are my favorite”

You turned your head slightly, gazing down at her as her eyes remained closed, her face relaxed and peaceful. “Mhmm,” you hummed sodtly, brushing a thumb over her knuckles.

For a while longer, you both stayed there, the world outside forgotten, the stress of the week fading into the background. The soft sound of the water shifting as you moved, the warmth of the bath, and the tender presence of each other created a quiet haven where nothing else mattered.

Eventually, as the water grew cooler and your skin began to wrinkle, you sighed and gave Sana’s hand a gentle squeeze. “We should probably get out before we turn into prunes,” you said, your voice light with amusement.

Sana giggled softly, lifting her head from your shoulder. “But prunes are so cute,” she joked, her eyes twinkling playfully.

You smiled, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to her temple. “Not as cute as you”

Sana blushed, a soft pink coloring her cheeks as she gave you a playful nudge. “Flatterer”

With that, you both slowly got out of the tub, the cool air hitting your skin as you wrapped yourselves in soft towels. The bath had left you both feeling rejuvenated, the stress of the day long gone, replaced by a sense of warmth and connection that only came from sharing quiet, intimate moments like this.

Sana grabbed a towel for your hair, gently patting it dry with a tenderness that made your heart swell. Sana leaned in, her lips brushing against your lips in a soft, fleeting kiss. “I love you,” she whispered, the words like a gentle promise in the dim light of the bathroom.

You smiled, your heart full, and whispered back, “I love you too”

With that, you both retreated to the bedroom, still wrapped in your towels, the quiet hum of contentment lingering between you. The bath, the laughter, the closeness—it was all a reminder of how much you cherished each other, not just for the big moments, but for these small, quiet ones too.