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hiraiologist · 1 month ago

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i don't know why i like you (but i do)

minatozaki sana x f!reader

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synopsis: maybe there’s a reason they tell you not to mix business with pleasure. but with a coworker like minatozaki sana, you can’t find it in yourself to care.

tags/warnings: set very loosely in tdoong ent universe/office setting, smut (cunnilingus, fingering, begging, restraints), fluff, super super mild angst like its so brief it barely counts as angst, miscommunication, not actually unrequited feelings, lowkey switch!sana, coworkers with benefits to friends with benefits to lovers

a/n: i’ve been rewatching TTT quite a bit and tdoong ent office worker sana is too cute. i combined her character here with sha rich bc i'm a sucker for her ngl like okayyy shes serving high femme realness….. anyway this is not my best & i lowkey hate it SAWRY but i just wanted write Anything to get myself back into the groove again :p i'm trying to find motivation to finish some other works too!! next up is gonna be either a short halloween thing for momo (if i finish it in time) orrr what ive been working on for tzuyu ^-^ title from i don’t know why i like you but i do by the wombats.

you don’t know your newest coworker, minatozaki sana—not really. but there are a few things about her that you’ve started to learn.

for one, she is one of the loudest people in the entire office. it doesn’t bother you—after all, your close circle of friends includes plenty of other loud people from the office, like nayeon and jihyo and momo—and it normally wouldn’t even cross your radar. and yet, every time you hear sana’s high pitched giggle from across the room, you can’t help but lift your head from behind your computer.

another thing you’ve learned is that she is, to put it plainly, a brat. the second she showed up at the office bragging about how her father owns the company, always reminding you that it’s her family name controlling your future, you knew this about her. she’s spoiled, privileged, pretentious, condescending, lazy, richer than anyone should be allowed to be—

nearly a month after sana’s first day, you’d grumpily proclaimed to some of your coworkers that sana was the most irritating person you’d ever met in your life.

chaeyoung told you that you were being unreasonable and you should just talk to sana. tzuyu told you that you were being insufferable and you needed to get laid.

naturally, you’d decided to kill two birds with one stone.

two months after sana joined the company—her father’s company, as she always reminds everyone—you found yourself in her massive apartment, her pink lips hot and wet against your throat as her hands fumbled with your top. “this is pretty,” she’d said when she greeted you at the door, fingers playing with the fabric.

not ten minutes later, that same top was thrown carelessly on her bedroom floor, followed immediately by sana’s prada skirt.

which brings you to now, in sana’s enormous bedroom, where there is a third thing you’ve learned about minatozaki sana: she’s the most attractive person you’ve ever seen.

maybe you already knew that.

but you don’t have time to think about anything beyond that before plush lips brush against your collarbone, and you let your mind go blank as her mouth moves down, down, down—

maybe minatozaki sana has learned a few things about you, too.

the two of you make a habit of late-night meetings at her apartment.

it’s nice. the sex is incredible—mind-blowing, actually, you must admit—and you learn a fourth thing about sana, which is that she’s actually not nearly as annoying as you once believed. at the office, sana’s rambling has become less migraine-inducing commotion and more mildly tolerable background noise. you almost listen for it now, actually, just to know she’s around—not that you’d let any of your coworkers know.

because when your whole arrangement starts, you ask sana if she could keep things on the low, giving a sheepish explanation about not wanting your nosy coworkers to ask questions. you tell her you want this to be a no-strings-attached situation, just casual sex between two people who happen to be coworkers, and you don’t want anyone else knowing about it. sana agrees easily, giggling about how quickly it had gotten around the office that one of the interns had a crush on your department manager mina, and, to your relief, you figure that’s probably the end of that discussion.

you take it a little too seriously, maybe. truthfully, you sort of ignore her. at work, you both operate directly under dahyun, though you work with everyone on coordinated projects—“work” being a loose term; sana never does anything she’s supposed to do, mostly spending her days just chatting with whoever’s willing to engage in a conversation or be distracted for more than two minutes (typically momo—though chaeyoung, nayeon, and jeongyeon are common targets too) or watching an absurd amount of youtube videos whenever she’s meant to be doing something useful. regardless, you act like there’s nothing between the two of you; you don’t acknowledge her unless it’s absolutely necessary and only exchange words about work-related topics. everyone else constantly talks to her or invites her to hang out, but you attempt to keep your contact to a minimum. whenever you join the girls for a drink after work, if sana shows up, you find an excuse to leave as quickly as you can. if sana’s already in the cafeteria, you find a place at another table on the other side of the room (even if you’d really wanted to sit where momo and chaeyoung are chatting animatedly across from sana). you try as hard as possible to ensure that there’s minimal interaction between the two of you when you’re in public.

but sometimes, sana stares at you a bit too long when she’s standing by the printer, or she greets you a little too comfortably when she bumbles towards her desk in the morning. you don’t necessarily say anything to discourage her, but you think about it—especially when momo smirks knowingly at you as you watch sana bend over to pick up a stack of papers she’d clumsily dropped—when nayeon glances meaningfully at you for half a second as sana starts to whine and complain at lunch about being single and bored—when jihyo approaches you on your birthday and gifts you two tickets to a concert for an artist you’d shown to sana (while wrapped around each other under her sheets) but never mentioned to anyone else before.

whenever they ask, you say to your coworkers that you barely know sana. it’s sort of a lie, but sort of a truth, too.

“maybe you’d know her more if you weren’t always avoiding her,” jeongyeon says one night while you’re grabbing some drinks from the bar together. “i think you’re being dramatic. sana is perfectly sweet, really. i don’t know why you run away every time she looks at you.”

you shake your head. “i’m not avoiding her. but i don’t have to be friends with everyone in the office.”

“well, i think she wants to be friends with you,” jeongyeon responds casually. “just talk to her. i have a feeling you two would get along really well.”

“you know, you should try minding your own business.” you ignore jeongyeon’s eye roll. “whatever. if she wants to be friends with me, maybe she should be more obvious about it.”

if you think too long about being friends with sana—or just about sana—your heart starts to beat a little faster in your chest.

you don’t know minatozaki sana, not really. but you can’t help but think you’d really like to.

about a month after your first night together, sana starts sending you random photos and videos—cute animals, most of the time, or just simple things—usually followed by a short message. this reminded me of you! hehe, she types. you typically respond with emojis—the smiley with the halo usually, or a butterfly sometimes—always non-committal and vague, just enough to let her know you’ve seen her messages. sometimes you send a couple words—so cute!! you say. your texts aren’t long or particularly engaging—still, the frequency of her messages never decreases. there’s a fifth thing you learn about sana: she’s addicted to texting. you don’t know if you prefer that or not.

it’s at this point that you stop putting in so much effort to avoid her. if she happens to sit next to you at lunch, you don’t look at her, but you don’t get up and leave anymore either. whenever she greets you in the morning, instead of responding with silence, you give her a small nod. you let her sit with you any time you meet the girls for drinks, staying the entire time without giving an excuse to go home.

when dahyun asks if you’re friends with sana now, you shrug. “i don’t know. not really? still just coworkers.”

the words feel wrong, taste acrid in your mouth. but they’re also half true, because you’re not friends—not really.

after all, you barely know five things about her.

sometimes, when you have sex with sana, it’s a game. sana says or red light green light, maybe. tonight is one of those nights—lie down, sana says, so you comply. no touching, sana says, so you nod. you’re lying on the bed, wrists and ankles restrained, gaze following sana as she struts towards you, a dangerous glint in her dark eyes. the cool air of the room has you shivering lightly, although it might just be from the hungry look sana’s sending you, lips curled into a proud smirk as she watches you tug a little at your cuffs. she’s spent the last hour teasing you, touching you everywhere except where you hopelessly crave, working you up until you’re dizzy with lust.

“please, sana,” you whine softly. “i need you.” you watch as she crawls towards you on the bed, stops at your chest.

and here’s one more thing you’ve come to learn about sana—sana likes it like this: when she’s in complete and total control, with you begging for her permission for everything. she delights in the way your voice cracks and breaks, too consumed with desire to be embarrassed at your desperation soaking the bed sheets.

“need me how?” she tilts her head teasingly, glancing at your glistening slit and grinning. “use your words.”

“need your fingers,” you whimper. “need you inside me, please.” you yank at the cuffs around your wrists again, impatient. sana hums and leans down to capture your lips in a deep kiss, her tongue moving against your own.

“cute. ask properly,” sana murmurs against your lips, “and maybe i’ll give you what you want.” her mouth moves down to your collarbone and you can feel yourself dripping onto the sheets as she sucks a hickey there.

shuddering, you manage to croak out, “will you please fuck me with your fingers? please, i need you so bad, sana.” she lets out a satisfied chuckle and brushes her lips against yours again, nipping at your bottom lip. a second later, she runs two fingers along your entrance, gathering your wetness before pushing one finger inside. you moan in delight as she begins to pump in and out. “will you add another, please sana?”

“my good girl,” she purrs, “asking so politely.” she crooks another finger inside you and starts to fuck you deeper, faster. you moan louder, gasp and whine when she curls her fingers into your g-spot, struggle against your cuffs as pleasure spreads throughout your body. sana snickers smugly, lowers her head to your chest, wraps her lips around your sensitive nipple. her teeth graze lightly against the peak. “does it feel good, baby?” she uses her thumb to rub at your clit—she’d teased too much, and now you’re positively overwhelmed with desire at every touch.

you try to answer, you do—your mouth opens, but all that slips out are more moans. sana doesn’t berate you this time, just giggles and continues to draw you closer and closer to the edge, fingers moving deep inside you, eventually moving to tease her tongue against your other nipple.

it’s not long before you’re tearfully confessing, “sana, fuck, i’m so close. please, i’m gonna cum.” she circles your clit more intensely then, and you gasp. “sana!” she nips playfully at your breast before letting go and looking down at you.

“what do you say, baby?” her dark eyes bore into your own and you whimper knowingly.

“can i cum, please?” you beg, breath catching in your throat as you watch sana bite her lip, fingers still pumping inside you. you have only moments before you might just explode. tonight she has mercy on you, gives you what you want without a fight.

“cum for me.”

at her soft command, you cum instantly on her fingers, sana moaning at the feeling and fucking you through your orgasm. “oh, fuck, i—fuck, sana,” you cry out, twitching, pulling at your restraints, tears leaking from your eyes as you finally come down from your high and settle into the bed with an exhale. sana slips her fingers out, kisses you tenderly.

there’s a brief moment where both of you just lie there, breathing heavily. you close your eyes, feel her press a kiss against your jaw, hum at the gesture. then she’s moving once more, spreading your legs, kissing along your thighs, biting playfully at the soft flesh there before you feel her warm tongue licking into your slit, lips wrapping around your clit and—

sana uses her tongue to lick up all your cum, looks up at you with lust-filled eyes. she sucks at your bud, fucks into you with her tongue. “sana,” you moan wantonly. you’re still not really recovered from your first orgasm, but that doesn’t deter sana, and you don’t tell her to stop. she suddenly fills you with two fingers again and you whimper as she picks up the speed, mouth moving to your clit once more. the suction is incredible. “oh fuck, yes, sana, just like that.” you grind down against her mouth subconsciously.

she angles her fingers like she had before, presses into your g-spot, flicks her tongue against your clit. “you taste good,” she mumbles before taking your clit into her mouth again. you let out a low groan in response, unable to form words—all you can focus on is sana, her mouth and fingers bringing you closer to your peak with every thrust, every lick, every movement.

she lets you cum two more times that night before she’s undoing your restraints, her own juices sticky on your thigh, then using a damp towel to clean you, offering you water and sweet kisses as she checks in on you.

“as always, you were so good for me tonight,” sana praises you with a bright grin as you sip at your water, your eyes half closed. her fingers trail lightly over the hickeys she’d marked along your thighs, breasts, chest. so maybe that’s another thing you’ve learned about sana—she has somewhat of a possessive streak. “so perfect.”

hours later, as sana sleeps next to you, you watch her chest rising and falling evenly, peacefully, before you collect your things and glance at her one last time, slipping out of her apartment with your stomach filled with butterflies.

it’s going on three months since you’d first slept with sana—and something shifts.

she starts messaging you things that both makes your heart flutter and your stomach flip—things like this is so us underneath a video of two dogs cuddling—a picture of her having a small picnic by the river followed by the words wish you were here.

half the time she doesn’t even add pictures or videos to her messages anymore—i miss you baby, she sends. or just good morning! with some variant of heart emojis. sometimes you get something a little more lengthy—watching the drama you mentioned the other day. have you seen the latest episode? maybe we can watch it together!

you think this means you’re probably actually friends now. the thought makes you grin.

eventually, sana begins leaving little gifts at your desk: your favorite iced coffee, packets of gummies, even a delicate—and expensive—necklace.

you hide the necklace underneath your shirt when mina pulls you aside to gently remind you about the company policy for disclosing personal relationships between employees. you insist you have nothing to say and look away with red cheeks when mina’s eyes drift towards sana’s desk.

it burns against your chest when you wear it, but you can’t bring yourself to take it off, either.

a month passes by, sana’s present never leaving your neck. you meet chaeyoung for coffee one morning over the weekend.

“i’ve been meaning to tell you, but i like your necklace,” she remarks, her thin fingers gesturing towards said piece of jewelry. “it’s really pretty. where’d you get it?”

you fight off a blush. “thanks. uh, someone gave it to me as a gift.”

“someone?” chaeyoung looks at you and notices the pink dusting your cheeks, her eyebrows shooting up. “hold on. you mean like a special someone?” she looks at your necklace then at you again, curious.

“well…” you look away awkwardly for a moment. “i don't know.”

“you've worn it every day for a few weeks now,” she points out. “must be someone at least a little special for you to wear that so often, yeah?”

a small frown starts to form on your lips. “maybe i just really like the necklace.”

chaeyoung hums. “maybe. it does look like something you’d pick out yourself.” she glances appreciatively at it once more before a mischievous grin tugs at her mouth. “but i know you. you like the necklace, sure, but you like the fact that it came from”—she pauses like she’s about to say a name—“this person more.”

and, well. she might have a point.

you’ve learned a few more things about sana over the past few months—like that she tries really hard to do things for you before you even consider asking for them, says things that make you melt and smile softly, giggles at even your worst jokes and talks to you when you’re lonely or upset. it’s all very sweet. sana is sweet. truthfully, you do like knowing she spent time picking out a necklace she thought you might like. the mental image of sana browsing through multiple shops with a cute little pout on her face until she finds the perfect gift for you makes you want to grin like an idiot.

you like sana. a lot, you realize.

but you’re not sure where she stands, because you’ve seen her gift mina and momo things before too. maybe it doesn’t mean anything special to her. that’s something you haven’t learned about her. so you simply scoff and shove chaeyoung in the shoulder, hiding your scowl in your cup of coffee, ignoring the way your heartbeat quickens at the thought of sana, sana, sana.

sana’s wearing that same cute little prada skirt today, the one she wore the day you’d first slept together. there’s one more thing you’d learned about sana: the woman loves her prada. you watch her walk in, greeting everybody with a charming smile and enthusiastic wave.

sana has really nice legs—not that you needed a reminder.

for a few moments, you let yourself stare at her and think about her smooth skin, her breathy whines, her long legs spread open just for you, her soft thighs quivering as you lower your mouth—

“have you already started on that presentation for new concepts for the upcoming quarter?”

dahyun’s voice breaks you from your reverie. you manage to drag your eyes away from sana and look up at dahyun. she seems tired, looking at her computer with her brows furrowed as she taps at her keyboard. you blink.

“uh—no, not yet. i was going to start on it later, though.”

she nods, still staring intently at her screen. “work on it with sana,” she requests. you open your mouth to respond, but she speaks again before you can say anything. “it’ll be better to have both of you coming up with ideas. i know you haven’t really worked with her before, but she’s not a bad worker, really. she usually has quite a few good ideas if you can get her to focus for long enough. but right now she needs something to do, and i can’t get her to work for more than ten minutes. maybe you’ll have better luck getting somewhere with sana.” she exhales loudly then and finally glances at you with pleading eyes, looking worn out despite the day just starting.

you sigh. “okay. i’ll see if there’s a conference room available to book today and grab sana.”

two hours later, you drag sana into one of the smaller conference rooms in the hallway next to your desks so you can speak a little louder with her, hoping to brainstorm together.

you’re wildly unsuccessful, of course.

sana spends the first thirty minutes of your two reserved hours playing papa's freezeria on her laptop while you try to work on your own. eventually, you can’t take it anymore. you look up from your laptop and clear your throat. sana glances at you.

“what are you doing?”

sana angles her laptop towards you a little so you can clearly see her sundae platter on the screen. it’s overflowing with toppings. her customer frowns, gives her zero stars and no tip. sana whines and turns the laptop back towards her, pouting a little before shooting a bright grin at you. “mina showed me this game,” she chirps. “have you played it before? it’s actually pretty fun.” she clicks a few more times, taking a new customer’s order. immediately, she begins creating another ice cream monstrosity. you just blink at her.

“seriously, do you ever do anything productive around here?” you try to sound serious, but you can hear the fondness in your voice, a small smile forming on your face.

“nope,” sana responds cheerily, looking up from her game. “well, i talk to momo. that seems pretty productive to me.”

you roll your eyes good-naturedly at her serious expression. “sana, that’s not productive. that’s distracting.” you tap her lightly on the wrist. “come on, we need to finish this.” you get up from your chair and make your way to the whiteboard on the wall, getting ready to note the major ideas you’d already thought of on your own.

she smiles brightly at you and closes out of her game. “okay, whatever you need.”

twenty more minutes go by, and you’re actually starting to get somewhere. just as dahyun had mentioned, sana’s a good worker when she puts her mind to it, creative and thoughtful. that was something pleasant to learn about her. she’d even gotten up to write a few notes of her own on the board. you’re in the middle of jotting down a few more details on the whiteboard when sana sets a hand on your shoulder, leans in a little closer next to you to peer at your handwriting and you can smell her perfume. you inhale a little, squeeze your eyes shut, try to retain your focus. it doesn't work.

“you smell good.” you don’t even really register your voice relaying the words to sana until you open your eyes and find that she’s looking at you, honey dripping from her eyes. instantly, you blush.

“cute,” sana whispers, gaze dropping to your mouth. she leans in then, brings your lips together in a slow kiss. you drop the whiteboard marker and your hands instantly fall to her waist while she curls one hand around your jaw, the other playing with your necklace and resting lightly against your chest.

kissing sana is familiar, easy, but it’s the first time you’re kissing her like this: in public, outside of the comfort of her apartment, where, theoretically, anyone could see you. the thought makes your heart race rapidly. maybe you should be more concerned about the fact that you’re kissing sana not even ten feet away from your coworkers, barely concealed by the translucent door of the conference room, but the swipe of her tongue against your lips pushes every thought out of your head. you grip her waist tighter, trying to fight back a whine and failing.

she makes a sweet sound against your lips in return. “sana,” you say hoarsely, pulling back just enough to take a breath, resting your forehead against hers. she just hums. “we—we need to finish this.”

“okay,” she replies easily, drawing back and giving you an innocent smile. your eyes drop to her lips. she smirks.

“okay,” you repeat, unable to look away from her mouth. she bites her lip. you stare.

“i thought you said we need to finish this?” she cocks her head, blinks at you. but she’s leaning in again, her breath fanning against your lips.

“uh huh,” you say dumbly. “yeah. we should… finish this…” you close the gap, kiss her deeply, let out a quiet gasp when she sticks a hand up your shirt and rests it against your stomach, stroking your skin. your back hits the wall, and it’s only then that you realize sana had been gently pushing you backwards. “sana…”

sana presses you into the wall, licks into your mouth. your thoughts become hazy as she kisses you languidly. the hand she has under your shirt brushes against your bra and you shiver. her other hand rests on your waist, warm and firm. you whimper into her mouth and she pulls away, giggling. “you’re too cute,” she whispers against your lips. she drops her hand from your bra so she’s grabbing at both sides of your waist, then pushes you against the wall once more as she leans in to kiss you again. all too soon, she pulls away again, shooting you a playful smile as she sits back down in front of her laptop. you stare at her, breath catching in your throat. “back to work!” she says with a teasing wink.

you ignore her triumphant grin when you impatiently drag her out of her chair and lay her on top of the conference table, not caring that anyone could walk in on you at any moment.

the soft adoring look sana gives you when you help her pull her skirt back on is worth the embarrassment you feel when dahyun winks at you later and tells you she knew you’d get somewhere with sana.

you’re at the office one morning, on your way to the bathroom, when you overhear it.

“you’re so good at this,” a muffled voice groans out behind the corner of the hallway.

“mmm.” another voice. this one is familiar to you—extremely so. “does it feel good?”

it’s sana.

“yes, feels so good,” the other voice whimpers. they gasp and moan. you hear sana giggle.

you briskly turn back around.

well.

it seems like you aren’t sana’s only plaything.

(that’s something you didn’t really want to learn about sana.)

six months.

half a year since the first time you’d let sana’s hands roam all over your body, let her bring you to the edge again and again and again.

you finally stop sneaking out of her apartment, instead starting your days with her arm thrown over your waist, legs tangled in her overpriced sheets. you also find yourself spending entire weekends at her place. you’d taken to going over to her place every friday night and staying until sunday. sometimes you even spend most of the week there, making sure to go to work in separate vehicles. it’s a little more domestic than you’d imagined things would be when this had all started, but you like it—maybe a little more than you should.

it’s dangerous for your heart.

as it turns out, sana’s an awful chef; on one occasion, she starts a small fire in her kitchen attempting to make your favorite breakfast. to ensure you don’t starve, you put yourself in charge of all cooking related activities, lightly swatting at her whenever she hovers around you in the kitchen. but you always give in when she slips her arms around you from behind, rests her chin on your shoulder, croons appreciatively in your ear when you feed her small bites here and there.

she’s annoying.

she’s lovely.

it’s terrifying, because you know you’re falling for sana. you know her now, and you like everything you’ve gotten to know. but what you don’t know is how sana feels. you know you’re friends by now. but sana hasn’t said anything and, based on what you’d heard that one day at the office, clearly she’s not exclusive with you, so you begrudgingly admit to yourself that she doesn’t think it’s become anything deeper than that. it hurts, and you’re sort of embarrassed. of course you’d fall for someone who only sees you as a friend.

it’s this fact that prompts you to shut down sana’s request to tell even just one person about your private time together. she insists that momo can keep a secret, but you give her a firm refusal, almost bordering on hostile. you can tell she’s disappointed, maybe even a little surprised at your aggression, but she quickly presses a kiss to your lips and assures you she’s still okay with keeping things secret. you think maybe you overreacted—it was just one question, after all.

“i’m sorry, sana,” you murmur as you pull her closer. “i just really don't want to risk everyone being all up in our business, you know?” it’s more like you don't want to give anyone a reason to analyze your unrequited feelings for sana, but what sana doesn’t know won’t hurt her.

“i understand,” she mumbles into your ear. “i suppose the girls are sort of gossipy, huh?” you’re grateful for the olive branch, and you accept it quickly.

“more than just sort of. i’ve learned more about nayeon’s favorite sex positions than i’ve ever wanted to know,” you joke with a grimace, and sana giggles and hits your shoulder lightly.

later that night, you try not to pay attention to the churning in your stomach when you think about your gossipy friends dissecting how you’d fallen for the company’s daughter all while she’d been making some other girl moan just ten feet away from your desk.

you wouldn’t be able to handle the humiliation of everyone knowing you’d been dumb enough to break your own boundaries and fall for your fuck buddy, only for her to not feel the same.

sana shifts in her sleep, cuddles closer into you.

it’s enough for now. it has to be.

the next weekend, you find yourself getting lunch with tzuyu. you’re sipping at your water when your phone lights up with a text.

it’s sana. can we have tteokbokki for dinner tonight? i’ve been craving it all day!! i’ll even be your sous chef!!!

you grin as you type back a response. sure. but as my sous chef, you should know that if you blow anything up, you’re fired immediately…

you go back to eating when tzuyu speaks. “who are you texting?”

“huh?” you look up at her. “oh, nobody.”

her eyebrows go up. “you’re an awful liar, you know.” she shrugs, watching you blush. “but whatever. keep your secrets. something tells me i might already know the answer anyway.”

you can’t tell if the feeling spreading through your veins is nausea or relief.

the following monday, sana sits next to you at lunch, and when her hand brushes against your wrist, your breath catches in your throat. you act like you don’t see the smug, pleased look she sends you. she stares at you with a grin—something bright sparks in your chest.

you fiddle with your necklace and try not to think about sana, but you find it’s next to impossible when every other thing reminds you of the woman.

you let your pinky rest against her hand for the rest of lunch. a confession. momo has the decency to pretend she doesn’t notice.

on tuesday, you walk into the office with a cheerful smile on your face. you log onto your computer, work on a few assignments, collaborate with nayeon and jeongyeon on a presentation for the upcoming quarterly report.

during lunch, you sit with tzuyu and chaeyoung and pretend like you aren’t staring at sana across the room—like you aren’t watching how momo’s leg brushes against sana’s, pinky fingers innocently laid across each other atop the table—like you aren’t following how jihyo’s hand reaches across the table to gently fix sana’s hair, tucking it behind her ear neatly—like you aren’t wondering what it might be like to really touch sana in public, to interact with her so easily, to love her freely, loudly.

later, when you’re reporting to mina that you’ve finished your department’s presentation, you try not to stare beyond her shoulder at dahyun and sana giggling together over some sort of inside joke of theirs. you barely manage to push the giddiness down enough to keep your focus on mina, and you falter when sana catches your eye from across the room, her playful grin momentarily turning sultry when she notices your heavy gaze. you pretend it doesn’t affect you and give mina a half-hearted apology before you continue to review the contents of your presentation, sana and dahyun disappearing around the corner as mina nods approvingly at your words.

a few hours later, you’re making your way over to a meeting to discuss the upcoming quarterly budget when you hear it again.

“oh sana,” you hear a breathy voice groan out.

sana and… whoever else she’s hooking up with who isn’t you. they’re in one of the conference rooms. you avoid looking at the door.

“is this good? or do you want it harder?”

“this is perfect.”

sana hums. “that’s what i like to hear.”

you rush towards your meeting, holding back tears as you speed away.

later that night, as you watch sana wash the dishes after dinner, you feel your heart breaking but you know what you need to do. “hey sana?”

she puts the last dish away and turns to you with a little grin. “yeah? what’s up?”

“i think maybe…” you look at sana. “maybe we should… stop.”

“stop?” sana starts to frown.

“you know… stop. this.” you gesture between the two of you half-heartedly. “us.”

sana just stares at you, standing stiffly in the middle of the kitchen. her lip wobbles. “but… why?”

you try to keep a neutral expression. “i just think it’s for the best.”

she’s silent for a long moment. then she looks up at you, eyes hardened. “okay. then i think you should go.”

“oh. uh, okay.” you gather your things as she stares at you harshly. you make your way to the door, then look back at sana. “wait. we’re still okay, right?”

sana just looks at you. she scoffs and turns back around, heading to her room. you try to take a step to follow her, but she puts her hand out. “leave. please.”

so you do.

you text her a few hours later. are we okay?

she doesn’t respond.

you do, however, receive a text from momo a few minutes later. it simply reads give her space.

it’s better than nothing.

(you still cry yourself to sleep that night, not knowing that on the other side of the city, momo simply holds sana in her arms as she does the same.)

the rest of the week goes by slowly. it’s awful. you’re not sleeping, not eating, not functioning.

during your lunch break on friday, tzuyu stares as you shovel rice into your mouth, unimpressed. you ignore her, but eventually her silence makes you shift uncomfortably. you glance around the room, looking for sana. you find her at a table across the room with jihyo and momo. you stare at her as subtly as you can.

by the brokenhearted expression on sana’s face and the uncomfortable frown jihyo gives you—not to mention the way momo is openly making eye contact with you—you’re sure it wasn’t subtle at all.

you look away and catch tzuyu’s eye. “what?”

she blinks at you, shrugging almost imperceptibly. “is there something going on with you?”

you freeze before scooping up another bite of rice. “no.” you try to sound unaffected. “why?”

tzuyu hums. “no reason. it’s just that both you and sana have seemed a little… strange the past few days. i thought something might have happened between you two.”

“and why would you think anything’s happening between sana and me?” it comes out a little less convincing than you’d intended. tzuyu’s brows furrow slightly and she leans back into her seat.

“well… you’re…” tzuyu pauses, clears her throat as she eyes you carefully. “you’re… friends, right?” you don’t answer and tzuyu stares at you again. “come on. i’m not blind. you clearly have something going on with her. why won’t you tell me?”

there’s a flash of movement in front of you and momo suddenly plops down into the seat next to tzuyu. “what are you two talking about?” she takes out her food, immediately biting into her lunch.

“nothing,” you grumble.

“we’re talking about how someone here is in love with sana and is really awful at pretending like she’s not.”

“tzuyu!” you glare at her, then look down at your food, shy. “that’s not exactly what we were talking about.”

in between bites of her sandwich, momo hums. “oh, right.” momo’s next words make you frown. “i heard you guys broke up.” the expression on her face is anything but innocent. you glance over to where she’d been sitting before with sana. sana and jihyo are pointedly not looking in your direction. you look back at momo, who’s trying a little too hard to act nonchalant.

“are you spying on me for sana? also, we weren’t dating. i don’t—what did sana tell you?”

“uh, it’s not spying if i’m speaking to you in front of your face. but i did maybe tell sana i’d come over here and see what you were talking about. also, she didn’t have to tell me anything.” momo snickers, takes another bite. you stare at her as she chews. “you guys aren’t that great at hiding when you’re hooking up in the conference rooms. plus, i know the code to her place. you really shouldn’t leave your panties on the couch so often.” she grins crookedly. you squeak in embarrassment.

tzuyu grimaces. “didn’t need that mental image, thanks.”

momo finally realizes something. “hold on. you weren’t dating?” momo’s next words make you frown. “wait, but you know she thought this whole time that you were dating, though, right?”

you shake your head. “no, that can’t be right. the other week i heard her and someone else hooking up in the hallway. she was doing something right, because they just kept moaning and telling her it felt good. and i heard them again on tuesday in one of the conference rooms. sana was asking them if they wanted it harder, and…” you trail off.

tzuyu tilts her head. “uh, actually.” you look at her and she coughs a little. “i don’t think she was hooking up with anyone.”

“what do you mean?” you frown.

“one of the A&R interns just had surgery on their shoulder. sana’s been giving her massages to help with the pain every now and then.”

your heart stops. what?

momo nods. “oh yeah. sana’s pretty good at giving massages. did you seriously think she was hooking up with someone else? aren’t you, like, practically living at her place?”

you groan, drop your head to the table. guilt washes over you and you swallow roughly. “oh my god. i really fucked up. what should i do?” your voice comes out a whisper. “i… i’m in love with her.”

momo shrugs, shoves the last bite of her sandwich into her mouth. she chews thoughtfully, swallows down her food, then takes a sip of her lemonade. “i know i told you to give her space, but as her best friend, i know for a fact that she misses you. i have a feeling that if you went to her place and explained why you did what you did, she’d probably be willing to hear you out.”

you exhale. “really? you don’t think she’d be mad if i just showed up?”

“nah. well, the other day she did mention wanting to stab you with a steak knife.”

“momo!”

she bursts out laughing. “i’m just kidding. she’ll want to have a mature conversation. she just needed time to think about things. i’m sure she won’t stab you and she’ll hear you out.”

“you’re not very helpful,” you grumble. momo grins at you.

“oh, one more thing. if you ever hurt sana again, she won’t need a steak knife, because i will kill you myself. you’d make an excellent stew, i think.”

“momo!”

you decide to follow momo’s advice, despite the slight worry of sana pulling a knife on you, and find yourself outside sana’s apartment on saturday morning.

deep breaths, you think. sana is a reasonable person. she won’t stab you. she’ll talk to you.

you ring the bell.

a few moments pass.

“what are you doing here?” sana’s voice comes through the speaker. you glance at the doorbell camera.

“i wanted to talk,” you say slowly, “and apologize. and clear some things up. if you’ll let me.”

silence.

then sana’s buzzing you in, and you nearly shed a tear at the sight of sana opening her door for you, wearing one of your worn-out t-shirts and her too-short sleep shorts.

“okay.” she sighs. “come in.”

you give her a soft smile and step inside. she closes the door behind you and turns to face you.

“hi,” you say dumbly, playing with your fingers nervously.

sana cracks a small grin. “hi,” she replies. “want some coffee?”

you can’t help but brighten and smile wider at her. “i’d love some, thanks.”

sana walks towards the kitchen and you follow her. you stand behind her as she pours coffee into your favorite mug. her fingers brush against yours when she hands it to you and you inhale sharply. you look at her and her cheeks redden slightly. “let’s sit down, yeah?” you nod at her words and make your way to her living room, sitting gently on her couch and sipping at your coffee before setting it on the small table in front of you.

“thank you,” you begin, “for letting me in and for hearing me out. i know you could tell me to go away and i’d have no right to complain. so thank you again. but i really want to make things right between us and explain myself.”

sana nods. “okay.”

“i guess i should start with saying i’m sorry. i really didn’t mean to hurt you. to be honest, i didn’t think me ending things would even matter to you.”

“oh.” sana frowns. “why wouldn’t it?”

“i…” you sigh. “i honestly thought you didn’t see me as anything more than a friend. like, a fuck buddy. but i was okay with that because i thought maybe… if we spent more time together… anyway. yeah. but then a couple months ago, i heard what i thought was you and someone else hooking up at work. and that hurt so much—to think i wasn’t the only one getting to spend that kind of time with you, you know? and then i heard the same thing again a few days ago on tuesday, and that was just. you know. all i could take. so… i thought it would be better for my heart to make a clean break.”

sana’s quiet. then she looks at you in confusion and says, “okay, sorry, but—what? i haven’t been hooking up with anyone else since, you know, our first time.”

you blush. “i know. or, well, momo and tzuyu told me literally just yesterday that i’d grossly misheard things. they told me you were just giving an intern a massage for their shoulder surgery recovery. but yeah. i’d already ended things with you when i found out that i was mistaken. so. here i am.”

“i…” sana blinks. “okay. so… you ended things with me because you don’t want me to hook up with anybody else. well, i’m not. so… is that all?”

“actually, there’s something else i need to tell you.”

sana slowly nods, her eyes shining with something you recognize as hope. you take a deep breath.

“i like you—i love you. i'm so in love with you, sana, and i've been falling for you for months and i just—you're all i think about. when i'm with you, i'm the happiest i've ever been, and when i'm not with you, i'm just thinking about the next time i can be with you. it's like… it’s like my life is just measured in moments of with sana and waiting to be with sana. and i’m terrified. because i—i thought you were hooking up with someone else, that you didn’t like me the way i like you. or, well. the way i love you.”

sana lets out a breath, leans forward into your space. you blink and before you can register what's happening, she’s kissing you.

the kiss is—different. it's wet, for one, because someone’s crying. in the back of your mind, you register it's probably you. but this kiss is also all-consuming, like sana’s been holding back every time you’d kissed before this, like this is the first time she’s really kissing you the way she’s always wanted. this kiss is full of love, you realize. sana pulls back slightly and you subconsciously chase her lips, blushing and looking down when she lets out a laugh. she gently leans back in and rests her forehead against yours.

“you’re an idiot,” sana breathes out against your lips. you can feel her smile.

“i am?” you pull back to look at her. she just smiles at you and brings you in for another kiss before sighing.

“you’re so stupid,” sana murmurs, pressing a small kiss against your lips once more. “i…” she trails off.

“you…?” it’s hard to form words with her lips gently brushing against your own. she pulls back again and takes a deep breath.

“i’ve been in love with you,” she says quietly, “ever since you agreed to come over to my place for the first time.”

“wow, okay, i am an idiot,” you whisper. sana just nods, lips twitching playfully into a smirk.

“it’s okay though.” she sighs, leans back in to give you another soft kiss. “because i love you, and you love me.”

when you walk into the office on monday morning, it’s with sana’s hand in your own and matching smiles on your faces. you can see all of your friends gawking at the sight.

mina spots you as you round the corner and purses her lips slightly when her eyes land on your fingers tangled with sana’s. “good morning, you two. anything you’d like to tell me?” she fights back a smile at your bashful expression.

sana wrinkles her nose. “mina, i’m pretty sure you sort of work for me. do i really need to tell you that my girlfriend’s your employee?”

mina’s grin only widens when seven voices start yelling excitedly from around the office.

you roll your eyes as sana giggles. your friends are stupid.

you’ve never been happier.

sometimes, when you have sex with sana, it’s a sanctuary. long-awaited touches and whispered praises. tonight is one of those nights—you’re so beautiful, she says, so you kiss her neck. i missed you, she says, so you lay her down on the bed. you’re settled between her legs, one hand in her own warm grasp while your other hand caresses her skin where you’re pushing her leg up. you kiss along her thighs before you press a kiss against her wetness and hum as she shivers lightly. you squeeze her hand then lick against her slit once, slightly tangy slick coating your tongue instantly. she lets out a breathy moan as you lick again, tongue brushing against her clit. you’ve learned that sana likes it like this, too: when she surrenders to you, lays herself bare for you to adore, attentive and loving and intimate.

you wrap your lips around her bud and suck. she clenches your hand so hard it turns white. you dip your tongue between her folds, lick and suck and lose yourself in her heat.

“fuck,” sana sighs. “just like that, baby. you’re so perfect.” distractedly, you think about how sexy she truly is. skin slightly sweaty, girlish moans and whines slipping past her lips every few moments, body heaving with uncontrolled gasps and breaths every time your tongue swirls around her sensitive clit. you moan into her cunt and feel how she squirms and shivers.

you push her leg up more, hook it around your shoulder to make her more comfortable. as you dip your tongue inside her, you feel her use one hand to reach down and grasp at your hair. she tugs a little and you smirk, knowing she’s enjoying herself.

her slick is all over your mouth and chin. it’s intoxicating, being surrounded by sana’s presence, being covered in it. you pull your mouth away momentarily and use your hand not currently being squeezed by sana’s to lightly drag down along her skin before running it between her folds, teasing her. “shit, sana, you taste so good.” then you kiss her clit, ease two fingers into her, marvel at how easily they slip into her wetness. “oh baby,” you simper. “you must’ve wanted this so badly, hm?”

you bring your mouth back to her pussy, savoring her taste. sana lets out a strangled noise as you find the right angle inside her, curl your fingers slightly, lick against her mound. you bring her clit into your mouth again and suck the way you know she likes. you keep fucking her with your fingers as you eat her out enthusiastically, never wanting to stop.

after a while, sana starts twitching around you. her breathing gets even heavier as she gasps and grinds down onto your tongue. she opens her mouth to say something, but instead she releases a long, drawn-out groan. pleased, you suck a little harder at her clit knowingly, wait for her to speak.

“i’m gonna—fuck,” she gasps. “fuck, you’re gonna make me cum, baby.” her voice is deeper than usual, thick with desire. it sends a thrill down your spine. you hum, don’t stop what you’re doing, finger her a little deeper and keep licking at her.

a few moments later, sana’s letting out a cry and cumming hard on your fingers and tongue. you continue to pump your fingers in and out, slowing down a little, swallowing her juices and lapping at her clit until she’s gently laying a hand on your collarbone. you pull away and take your fingers out and stare up at her, pupils completely blown.

she’s no different—her eyes are unfocused, totally black. she pants and bites her lip as she watches you take the fingers that were inside her into your mouth and suck her release off them. you grin at her. “i love the way you taste,” you say casually. “and i love making you cum. you look so pretty when you do, you know?

sana blushes all the way down to her chest. “yeah?”

“well, actually, i don't know,” you say, tapping at your chin. “i might need to see it again, just to make sure.”

she squeals and giggles when you kiss her, sighs adoringly when you bring a hand down between her legs again.

you spend hours after that watching her body and expressions when she cums—on your tongue, your fingers, your thigh, your stomach—and each time, she looks impossibly prettier than the last.

after you both become too exhausted to keep going, you clean up, get ready for bed together, showering and going through your nightly routine. it’s soothing, and you finally flop into her bed and start to drift off. sana’s still in the bathroom. everything starts to fade as you begin to succumb to your fatigue.

you don’t even register sana coming to bed, pulling the sheets over the both of you, turning off the lights. time passes; you’re not sure how much, but it must be a while, because you keep drifting and waking slightly, on the very edge of finally letting yourself fall asleep. sana seems to be in the same boat. her body has relaxed to the point that you know she’s about to pass out in the next ten seconds. you’re barely conscious, nearly fully asleep, also seconds from slipping into a deep slumber when—

“good night, baby. i love you,” sana whispers into your neck, so low you almost don’t hear her—but you do.

sana settles her arm around your torso, pulls you impossibly closer to her body before all her muscles slump and she enters a deep sleep.

your eyes start to close as her words replay softly in the back of your head.

i love you.

sana’s gentle murmur, soft lips pressing the syllables into your flesh. i love you.

when you finally fall asleep, you dream of warm skin and sweet lips, of lithe hands and wide eyes, of sana and love.

i love you, i love you, i love you.

of all the things you know about sana, this is your favorite.

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universalitgirlsblog2 · 3 months ago

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💗🍰IT GIRL'S MASTERLIST ( REBLOG) 🍰💗

💗LOA POSTS💗

What does it feel to have your desires in the 3D by @pl6netgirl

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The Alter Ego Method by @dreamgrlsworld

The interview method by @ai-am

Persisting by @dreamgrlsworld

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The Yunjin Guide by @seulhrts

The Wonyoung Guide by @liliwon

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bloomzone · 8 months ago

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HOW TO SET YOUR GOAL !

“It may take time, but I think that dreams do come true as long as you do your best.”

-Tzuyu of TWICE

Setting goals effectively involves a structured approach. Here's a simple framework to guide you:

by: byeolgirl..

1. Be Specific: Define your goals clearly and precisely. Avoid vague objectives like "get in shape" and instead specify exactly what you want to achieve, such as "lose 10 pounds in three months."

2. Prioritize: Determine which goals are most important to you based on your values, aspirations, and long-term vision. Focus your time and energy on these key objectives.

3. Break it Down: Divide large goals into smaller, more manageable tasks or milestones. This makes the process less overwhelming and allows you to track progress more effectively.

4. Set Deadlines: Assign realistic deadlines to each goal or task. Having a timeframe creates a sense of urgency and helps prevent procrastination.

5. Stay Flexible: While it's important to have a plan, be willing to adapt and adjust your goals as needed. Life is unpredictable, so staying flexible allows you to navigate challenges and seize opportunities.

6. Visualize Success: Imagine yourself achieving your goals in vivid detail. Visualization can boost motivation, increase confidence, and help clarify your path forward.

7. Track Progress: Keep track of your accomplishments and setbacks. This could involve using a journal, apps, spreadsheets, or other tools to monitor your progress over time.

8. Celebrate Milestones: Acknowledge and celebrate small victories along the way. Recognizing your progress reinforces positive habits and keeps you motivated to continue working towards your goals.

9. Stay Committed: Maintain a strong commitment to your goals, even when faced with obstacles or setbacks. Stay focused, disciplined, and resilient in pursuing what's important to you.

10. Review and Reflect: Regularly review your goals and progress. Reflect on what's working well and what needs adjustment. Use this feedback to refine your approach and stay on track towards achieving your goals.

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nr1chaedickrider · 8 months ago

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Shift.

Your friends have stupid ideas - you are easy to convince.

The floor is full of glass bottles, alcohol to be precise.

An almost empty champagne bottle, several beer cans, the cheap vodka that is completely empty.

You all sit on the living room floor and talk about the stupidest things.

"So you're saying... that you believe in, what's it called again... shifting??" Momo asks Chaeyoung, and everyone starts laughing.

"Hey, but listen to me for once. Actually, it makes perfect sense!!!" she replies, and the others, including you, start laughing.

"How much did you drink?" you ask her as you finish the last sip of your beer.

"Y/n! It makes sense, my goodness... You can think for yourself that your head is so fucked up that you can think about something like that!!! That it feels so real!!! Of course it's a bit witchy... but still!" Chaeyoung tries to explain, but is not taken as seriously by the others as she had hoped.

"But honestly..." Mina starts to say, and everyone looks to her to listen.

"I've read something about it too, it's actually quite interesting"

"It's worth a try, isn't it?" Mina asks, looking at you.

You ask yourself when it was decided that you should try it, but the alcohol motivates you in some way.

"Okay," you reply.

It feels like your left hand is floating, your right hand twitches every now and then, and you suddenly feel dizzy.

Your eyes are closed and you are lying alone in bed.

Maybe it's silly, childish, and more, but somehow you find it more interesting than you thought.

Before you fall asleep, you suddenly see a white light.

It feels as if your body is moving towards it.

Your arm reaches out, tries to grab it - and suddenly you see black.

Preview

Nayeon - wishing on you

Nayeon is drunk again, it makes you question if she has a reason to not be sober anymore.

"I wish you were a boy" one of you says.

"Just why...?"

"It's time for you to go home"

Jeongyeon - drops of blood

Jeongyeon can already hear the news.

"Young girl died in a mysterious, paranormal way."

"Do vampires really exist?!"

"Don't be scared of me, please."

Momo - fight or flight

"You dont love me anymore!"

"I really do.. god just please-"

"I don't want to lose you."

"I want to keep fighting for you"

Sana - importance

"But, I love you.."

"Y/n.."

"I can't."

"Pack your things and leave."

Jihyo - as cold as ice

"She hates to admit the fact that she admires you in a way that makes her sick in her stomach."

"When I see you dance, I wish I could look away."

"Why do you hate me?"

Mina - gun pointed at my heart

"Would you really do anything for money?"

"Please.. don't."

"I thought you loved me"

"Was it all just fake?"

Dahyun - secret

"Congrats on winning"

"Couldn't have done it without you"

"They are coming, go away"

Chaeyoung- red string of hope

"Where were you all my life?"

"I searched for you"

Tzuyu - stupid feelings

"What are you doing here?"

"Stop crying."

"Dont leave me like this."

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knightyoomyoui · 1 month ago

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A KNIGHT'S FAREWELL.

Hello, everyone. Author Knight here. If you're reading this, then I'll be going straightforward already on what this post is mainly about:

I'm quitting.

I'll just make this one as short as I can since I know there's like probably number of readers that I can just count using my hands out there who still stayed with me for 2 years that appreciates not only my works but also me, as the mastermind behind those stories.

I'm sorry if I have to come into this. I admit, I'm not the same as I was anymore. I lost the eagerness and motivation to write, and even if I want to write one, inside of me just couldn't get affected by all of the motivations I can get to help me create those ideas on my mind into a story. I don't want to force myself too much, in fact I've been noticing it anyways that the quality of my stories never improved, and probably got even worse. So yeah, I just don't feel like writing anymore.

You could say that these are the reasons why I'm stopping: my insecurities never lessened, been very busy with the academics as it is my highest priority right now, came to a realization that fanfic readers are starting to decrease for various reasons.

Before I end this, let me just make things clear. This is not really the time I will be gone as a fully active TWICE fanfic author but rather at the end of this year. The two remaining one-shots featuring Chaeyoung and Tzuyu will be out by November and December. The rest of my books will be discontinued along with my Cry For Me series fron my TWICE one-shot book since well, I'll be honest I think I did bad and I gave it way too many breaks on each releases thats why most of my readers for sure ain't caught up with the progress of it anymore. I'm not sure yet about the "Living With The Vampires" book though, it's a commissioned one. Part of me just wants to completely rest now from these while on the other hand I don't waste the money I'll be getting in return for the upcoming chapters because it would be a huge assist to my needs also.

Thank you so much again to everyone who loved reading my stories, it has been a journey. I didn't want to end doing these, but I can't just keep forcing myself to write when passion isn't there anymore. Consider me one of the best TWICE fanfic writers out there or not, it's up to you... but what matters is that I think I fulfilled the purpose of why I named myself "Knight", to be a "knight in shining armor" for those readers who wants to read something new and interesting while at the same time, they can get to atleast imagine being paired with TWICE in many different life situations, whether for good or bad.

This is yours truly, officially signing off. Swords up!⚔️

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coldfanbou · 2 years ago

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Manor: Progression

The second part is here; we're progressing the story just slightly and adding in new characters. Also, the picture isn't exactly related to the piece; I just needed a picture of Taeyeon.

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Taeyeon x Mreader

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Having heard of your parent's motive for the newly hired maids, you decided to have as little contact with them as possible. As you leave the shower and change, your thoughts return to the maids Tzuyu, Yuna, Chuu, Umji, and Wonyoung. The main idea is that they all just want a part of the fortune your family has attained. You shake your head; there's no way of knowing if that was their goal. You just knew it was your father's. To clear your head further, you step out into the back garden. Sitting on the bench, you watch the setting sun come down. You let your head hang back, close your eyes and stretch your body. Your eyes open slowly as you feel a tap on your shoulder. "I'm sorry for touching you without your permission, young master, but head maid Taeyeon sent me to tell you to come inside."

"I'll come in soon. Please, go back inside." You say without so much as looking at who it is. You can feel them nervously shift their weight on the wooden patio.

"Um, head maid Taeyeon said I shouldn't leave you alone until you're inside. S-so if you wouldn't mind coming inside, young master." You take in a deep breath before turning to see it was Wonyoung standing there. She fiddles with her fingers while continuing to look at you. "C-could you please come inside with me? Mi-Head Maid Taeyeon will be angry with me if I don't come in with you."

You stand up slowly, "Alright. I know how Taeyeon can be. Let's head inside." You lazily try to reassure Wonyoung. Somehow it works as her previously anxious expression is replaced with a smile.

"Thank you, young master." You try to pay her no mind as you walk inside. Stepping through the door first, you see Taeyeon watching the doorway with a notepad in her hand. Seeing Wonyoung come after you, she nods. Taeyeon writes something down before pulling Wonyoung aside to say something. In the meantime, you begin to head back to your room. The house seems busier than usual as many of the other maids are hurrying from one area to the other. Watching the others, you don't see one of the older serving maids as she crashes into you, sending clothes all over the floor.

"Oh! Young master, I'm so sorry I didn't see you there." You stand up quickly and help her up.

"No, no, it was my fault Hani. Why is everyone dashing around, though?" You ask while helping pick up the clothes.

"Did you not notice your father's business partner came in with his family earlier?"

"No, I must have been in the shower, or outside, for that matter. I suppose we're taking care of them?"

"Yes, we are."

"Which partner is it?" As you ask that, you feel a pair of hands cover your eyes.

"Guess who?" A voice asks. You can't recognize it, however.

"Um…"

"You really can't recognize your best friend? It hasn't been that long since we last saw each other." With mild annoyance in their voice, you uncover your eyes and turn around to see Nayeon. She brings you into a hug. "It’s been a while, hasn't it?"

"You're sending a lot of mixed messages, Nayeon. And how was I supposed to guess it was you when you had my eyes covered?" You ask while patting her back.

"You should've just known." She says. "It’s been what? Ten years?"

"Since we last saw each other? Yeah."

Nayeon taps you with her elbow, "well? Show me your room. I want to see how it's changed." You wave her arm away from you.

"Yeah, yeah. I'll show you." You turn back around, "I'll talk to you later, Hani. I hope things calm down for everyone."

"I sure hope so, young master. I appreciate your help." Hani leaves to finish her tasks while you lead Nayeon to your room. You think it's quite a coincidence that Nayeon returns at the same time you get new hires. Then the thought comes that Nayeon's family had probably planned this trip for a while now. Nayeon skips ahead of you and waits beside your door.

"Come on, hurry!" She exclaims.

"Relax, Nayeon. You're acting like something amazing is going on." You try to open the door as you reach it. Hwasa was on the other side of the door when you tried.

"Hey! Oh, it's you, master." She says, her demeanor changing as soon as she sees your face. "I was just cleaning up your room." Hwasa's eyes furrow as she spots Nayeon. "Master, who is this?"

"Oh, this is Nayeon. She was a friend of mine from years back."

"So this is the Nayeon mentioned by your parents." Hwasa gives her a simple nod. "I'm just about done, master; please give me a moment to finish."

"I-Sure, Hwasa." She closes the door leaving you and Nayeon standing outside.

"Is she new?" Nayeon asks. "I don't remember her being here."

"She's one of the older members of the team. Hwasa, I think, got here three or four years ago. We have five new hires today." Nayeon tilts her head.

"Is that so? Do you like any of them?"

"I mean, they seem like good people."

"But do you like them?" Nayeon says, pressing you on the matter.

"No? I mean, I broke up with my ex not that long ago."

"You were dating someone?" Nayeon asks, continuing her interrogation. You're saved by Hwasa opening the door.

"All done, master."

"Thank you, Hwasa." Nayeon passes by the two of you, jumping onto your bed.

While she's not looking, Hwasa gets on her toes and gives you a quick kiss on the cheek. "All set, master. Don't forget I'll be here if you ever need some help.'" Her hands linger on you as she walks away. You watch Hwasa walk away, her hips swaying with each step. She turns her head to see you staring. Hwasa smiles at you and winks before turning the corner. As you step inside and close the door behind you, you see Nayeon kicking her feet while looking at you.

"So you broke up with your girlfriend?"

You sigh, "yeah, I did."

"Sorry to hear that, but that just means no one will be angry when we hang out."

"...right. I mean no offense, but, Nayeon, you're acting as if nothing has changed." Nayeon changes her position and sits on your bed.

"Nothing has changed." She says in a deadly serious voice.

"Nayeon, it’s been ten years."

"I've thought of you every day for those ten years." She responds quickly. You're unsure of how to respond to her. A long pause develops between you as you stare at each other. She's the first to break eye contact, "I-I didn't want to move away. I cried my eyes out thinking about you. I missed you. So sorry for acting like nothing's changed, but I just want things to be how they were before." Nayeon's eyes start to get watery, and she stands up, ready to leave.

Feeling bad, you stop her from leaving and hug her. "It's alright, no need to cry. I'm just a bit sensitive regarding the topic of my ex. I didn't mean to be rude." Nayeon holds onto you for a moment before pulling away.

"I'm going to go to my room." She says dejectedly as she leaves. You sit on your bed, sighing about making Nayeon sad. You lay in bed for the night, thinking too much has happened. As you nearly fall asleep, a knock at the door causes you to stir.

"Who is it?" You yell.

"Young master, it's me, Taeyeon."

"Come in." The door opens slowly, and Taeyeon pokes her head in.

"Young master, I noticed Miss Nayeon came out of your room looking sad. Is everything alright?"

"Things will be fine, Taeyeon. It's just that I said something in a rude way. I'll apologize tomorrow; it's best to let her go for now."

Taeyeon takes a seat next to you and puts her hand on top of yours. "I know you've been going through a tough time, young master. But you have to be careful when you speak to a lady."

"I know Taeyeon, we've had this talk before." You respond while trying to escape her grip.

"Yes, I know, but you're a man now. We had that talk a long time ago. You have to consider your actions and words. You can't just go out with anyone." You sit there in silence while Taeyeon continues to lecture you. A part of you thinks about turning things around on her and saying you'd like to be with her. The thought continues, it wouldn't be that bad to marry Taeyeon. She was always caring toward you, and she was stunning. You were slowly convincing yourself that Taeyeon was quite a catch. Your thoughts are cut off as Taeyeon snaps her fingers in front of your face. "Are you listening to me? Young master, I asked if you're listening to me?"

You turn to face Taeyeon, "Taeyeon, are you single?" Her eyes widen as she hears your question.

"I-young master," Taeyeon stumbles over her words, and you cut her off.

"Taeyeon, are you single?" You stare into her eyes, causing her to look away from you. She shyly nods her head.

"But I-." You cut her off again.

"You say I can't date just anyone; what about you? Can I date you?" Taeyeon's face goes red as she covers her face with her hands.

"I-I don't think that's appropriate young master."

You inch closer to Taeyeon, "You're so reliable, so kind, beautiful." Taeyeon presses her face against her hands, trying to disappear. "So? Can I date you?" At this point, you had worked the idea into your head that dating Taeyeon would be the best option.

"I-I," Taeyeon spreads her fingers to peek at you without fully uncovering her face. Taking a deep breath, she removes her hands and has a serious look. With all the professionalism she could muster, Taeyeon begins speaking, "Young master, I understand that your break up has left you wanting a woman's touch. I'm flattered that you would consider me an option as someone to date, but I have to decline. I will, however, help you get your…urges under." Having said that, Taeyeon reaches down to your crotch and rubs your cock through your pants. You let out a small grunt as you feel her touch. "Just let me take care of you, young master." She unbuttons your pants and pulls them down. Seeing your half-hard cock she gulps, surprised at its size. Taeyeon hesitantly reaches for your cock; she strokes it slowly at first before gaining confidence and speed.

As you groan from her touch, she tells you to lay back. "How are you so good at this, Taeyeon?" You moan.

"You shouldn't kiss and tell, young master." She replies as she continues to stroke your cock. Taeyeon leans over you and lets saliva fall from her mouth onto your cock. The added lubrication allows her hand glides up and down. As your moans grow louder, you see Taeyeon pull at her collar and lick her lips. You pull her closer and, kissing her neck, unbutton her top. Taeyeon gasps, getting excited, and her strokes get quicker. Only occasionally stopping to use her thumb to play with the tip of your cock. Once enough buttons have been undone, you slip your hand under her bra and play with her modest tits. In response, Taeyeon captures your lips before whispering in your ear, "Cum for me, young master. Dirty my hands with your semen." At that moment, you buck your hips, and semen spurts out, coating her hand. As you recover from your orgasm, you watch as Taeyeon licks her hands clean. Sticking her fingers in her mouth, Taeyeon's tongue swirls around each finger; slight moans escape her as she finishes. Seeing that you're still rock hard, Taeyeon smiles, "looks like I still have a little more work to do, young master."

She removes her maid outfit, "it's been so long since I've ridden such a bull." Taeyeon pushes you onto your back and climbs over you. She aligns your cock with her entrance before letting it slide inside. There's no hesitation from her as her pussy swallows your cock. You both moan, feeling nothing but pleasure from the other. Taeyeon slowly rises before dropping herself on your cock. Her breasts bounce slightly as your cock impales her. "Oh, young master. I never knew just how big you were." She moans while continuing to ride you. A slight bulge in her stomach appears and disappears as Taeyeon falls and rises. You hold onto her waist, helping her along.

"You're so tight, Taeyeon." You groan as she bounces. You're quickly driven to your orgasm as you focus on Taeyeon's pussy squeezing you as she tenses her muscles. Taeyeon's upper half falls onto you, bucking upwards as you begin to thrust into her. Your moans fill the room as Taeyeon's pussy coils around you. You feel your cock begin to throb, and your balls tighten as you get ready to cum.

"Fill me with your cum, young master. Do it." Taeyeon whispers before kissing your neck. Unable to hold on, you press Taeyeon against your body, making sure she gets every last bit of cum as you begin to orgasm. Your orgasm triggers hers, Taeyeon gasps, her back arcs upwards as she holds onto your shoulders. "That’s it, young master! Fill me up with your cum!" Taeyeon's walls tense and loosen as she orgasms, milking you of your semen. Taeyeon collapses on your chest after her orgasm. "That…that was such a big load. I feel so full. Full of nice warm cum." Taeyeon smiles as she rests her head on your chest. You both catch your breath, and your cock softens before slipping out of Taeyeon. "Looks like I've satisfied your needs, young master." Taeyeon kisses your cheek.

"If you're ever in need of relief, I'm more than happy to help you. Oh, and young master, please find someone appropriate to date." As Taeyeon recovers, she slips on her panties and the rest of her clothing. "You should just sleep, young master. It's quite late. So you can shower in the morning." She leaves the room after her final words. You lay in bed thinking about the sudden change in life. The new hires, sex with Hwasa, Nayeon's return, and then sex with Taeyeon, it was all a sudden change. Add that your father wants you to marry as a reason for the new hires, and it's a lot to take in. You just hope things don't become too much of a mess.

#taeyeon smut #snsd smut #girls generation smut #kpop smut #m reader #male reader

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masterfvck · 8 months ago

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can you write something about sanayeon? (i think its nayeons and sanas ship name but im not sure lmao) need them so bad like i can imagine nayeon being all like "im the top in the relationship" to the public but in private sana bends her over an table and fucks her <333

Yes! It's finally done after my Very long time of no motivation burnout era 💥 I hope it was worth the wait 😭

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐩 (𝐨𝐟 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧.)

Sanayeon (Sana + Nayeon, TWICE)

Cws: Top Sana obv, Sub Nayeon (also obv), slight begging :o, dirty talk(I tried?!), cunnilingus, fingering.

Lmk if I missed something!

Word count: 1.3k

(NSFW, minors don't interact pleek)

There’s dead silence at the table right now. Not awkward, or full of tension - just comfortable silence as all the TWICE members sat there, on their phones.

“Guys, I’m clearly the top in the relationship, right?” Nayeon very suddenly says, which made at least two of them choke on their drinks. Well, now all the looks were on her.

What a strange thing to say, out of the blue.

That was Nayeon for ya!

“Uhh. No,” Jeongyeon deadpans, which resulted in Nayeon trying to hit her. She was stopped by the others. “Hey! It’s true! You’re not a top-”

“Okay, Jeongyeon. We get it. Nayeon’s a bottom,” joins in Jihyo.

“I’m not!”

“You are.”

“Not!”

“Are too.”

“Am NOT!!”

“A-”

Chaeyoung cuts them off before any of the two can say any more. “Shut it! She might be, she might not.”

Both Jeongyeon and Nayeon grumble.

“Well, let’s ask Sana. She’s Nayeon’s girlfriend, after all,” Momo stated, and suddenly all eyes were on Sana.

She didn’t really know what to say - not right now, at least - the pressure of all members staring expectantly at her didn’t really help. “... What?”

“Well? Nayeon’s a fucking bottom, ri-” Nayeon groans. “Shut up!” she interjected.

“I mean… Maybe.” Sana holds back a grin and leans in her seat, putting on a nonchalant cover. Only to tease Nayeon - what else? - and it seemed to work.

“Hey!” She whined.

Chuckles were heard from pretty much everyone in the room.

“There’s still a chance, though. I feel like they could both be switches. It’s… none of my business, though. That’s all I have to say,” Tzuyu noted quietly. “The impossible is possible.”

There was a small moment of silence, and Nayeon smirked. “See? Someone agrees.”

“I never said I agreed, Unnie.”

Her smirk instantly faded. “Wha-”

“Heyy, look at the time. I’m hungry. Goodbye everyone!” Dahyun laughs nervously and scurries off before anyone can stop her. Seems like the tension was too much for her to handle second-hand. Chaeyoung decided to go after her, not saying anything else.

Sana looks around at the others. Is this a scenario where everyone just leaves suddenly, and only her and Nayeon are left? No way, that would be too pr-

“Uh.”

So maybe Sana was wrong.

It wasn’t long until Nayeon was bent over the table, squirming and whining underneath Sana. Yeah, the table was probably not the best place to do this, honestly. But she couldn’t resist the urge to just push her over right there and then and show her who’s really the top in this. Nayeon couldn’t resist Sana. Is anyone really surprised?

As Nayeon holds onto the table for dear life, she grinds her hips back against Sana - or Sana’s hand, in this case - and moans quietly.

Sana finds this a bit amusing.

“What happened to this whole I’m the top attitude from barely five minutes ago?” She laughed, curling her fingers at the spot Sana knew would make her arch her back like a cat.

And that was the exact reaction she got, as well. Nayeon cursed under her breath, tilting her head back.

“I didn’t-” she trails off.

“You can’t even finish your sentence properly. You couldn’t top me if you tried, admit it. Just look at how you’re grinding against me for more - you’re so desperate.” Sana’s words really didn’t help Nayeon in any way. If anything, it made her crave for even more now.

Nayeon gulped audibly, feeling her climax approaching slowly as Sana moved her fingers skillfully inside her. It was so good, almost too good. She couldn’t get enough.

And she couldn’t deny Sana, she was right. Nayeon couldn’t top her if she tried. She can barely speak right now.

“Are you close already?” Sana asked. Nayeon knew she shouldn’t have answered, but she nodded and let out soft breaths and moans.

She should have stayed still.

Because, at the words, Sana grinned and took her fingers out, ruining her approaching orgasm.

Fuck.

“N-Noooo…” Nayeon whined, head flopping back onto the table as she groaned.

Sana laughed a little at the sight.

“You’re adorable, really,” she cooed and held her waist, flipping her around. Her arms slowly guided her to sit on the table. Her wetness probably covered the table’s surface, but neither of them cared at this point. They’d just clean it after.

Sana lowered herself, kneeling on the ground and spreading Nayeon’s legs with no resistance coming from the older woman. She was even eager.

She approached her pussy painfully slowly, making Nayeon impatient.

“Please,” she whined. Sana smirked and chuckled a little at the sound. Begging now?

“Please what?” She murmured against the skin of her inner thighs.

“Please me. I-I need you.” And that was all Sana needed to hear.

She pressed a sloppy kiss to her clit first, which made Nayeon shudder and reach to hold her head. She didn’t complain - it felt somehow nice.

The kisses moved down her lips, tongue teasingly sticking out at her entrance, licking stripes up and down. She was practically turning Nayeon into a pile of mush for her. Her mind was so hazy, she felt almost dizzy. Her hand still held Sana’s head tightly and kept it against her as Sana herself held Nayeon’s thighs she loved so much. (Well, to be fair, Sana loves every part of Nayeon a lot.)

Nayeon barely mumbled out small “thank you”s as Sana worked her tongue on her, savoring the taste of her wetness. It was one sloppy mess, but at least it was a tasty sloppy mess.

The feeling of Sana’s tongue hitting her clit made Nayeon shudder even harder every time she did so. She wasn't even just eating her out at this point - she was devouring her like she's been starving for weeks. Her knees would definitely be hurting after this. She didn't care, it was worth it.

Sana’s grip on Nayeon’s thighs tightened a little and she started sucking on her clit eagerly.

“Hhngh- Ah,” Nayeon moaned out loud, feeling her orgasm approaching even more, muscles clenching under Sana’s touch.

With a few more licks and some grinding against Sana’s face, Nayeon came. Hard. She gasped for air, riding her orgasm out as she still held the back of Sana’s head against her.

“Ffuck…” She huffed out and let Sana pull away, breathless and covered in Nayeon's own wetness. She had a usual grin on her face.

She brought her closer, enveloping them into a kiss. Nayeon tasted herself on Sana's lips, but she didn't mind it. In fact, a part of her even enjoyed it.

They pulled away after a bit, just staring at each other for a bit.

“... Did you really think you were the top here?” Sana asked, finally.

“Nah.”

“Knew it,” she laughed out and pecked her lips. “Let’s get cleaned up.”

At dinner, they all sit at that same table.

First, there's some talking. Then Sana and Nayeon walk in together, hand in hand then taking their seats.

Everyone stares at them like they're about to get interrogated by the police.

It feels awkward… and the silence does not help one bit.

“... Guys, you cleaned the table, right?” Momo asked, finally.

There's no denying it, honestly. Sana wasn't even embarrassed one bit.

Nayeon was, though. Her face was flushed a deep red from embarrassment. Almost deeper than earlier when Sana was eating her out on this same table.

“Of course we did. We might be horny, we aren't gross-”

“Sana!” Nayeon nudged the girl’s shoulder.

“What? I'm telling the truth…” Despite the pouty look on her face, Sana chuckled.

Jeongyeon decided to interrupt them.

Probably in the worst (or best) way possible.

“... I knew Nayeon was a bottom-”

“YOO JEONGYEON I SWEA-”

Rest in peace Yoo Jeongyeon. We’ll miss you! (Except Nayeon, maybe.)

#sharpie fics #for once?!#sanayeon #two sharpies #twice #twice smut #sana #nayeon #sana smut #nayeon smut #kpop smut #kpop gg #LET'S GO I WROTE SOMETHING

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authorhjk1 · 1 year ago

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December Special!

Round Two!!

Hi everyone! This will be our last and final round throughout the coming week. The links in this post will direct you to the four polls for the four chapters. Keep in mind that I will decide on the order randomly as I write along.

I put all the options into this post, beacuse I do not have the nerve to type all of this four times. Tumblr doesn't let me copy text and paste it into a post.

Have fun!

Chapter

You knew this might happen. You read the script of your knew role in the upcoming kdrama. And yet, you are surprised when your co-star pulls you aside after filming that day. Seo Yeaji's face can switch in a heartbeat. From a cold and emotionless mask, to an adorable , cute smile. While she asks you, if the two of you could practice the next scene, her face shows a new expression. Lust. It's quite a spicy scene after all.

Idols are always stressed, overworked and tired. On top of that, they can't even relax properly. They have to be careful about their food, words and actions. And one thing, that some people might neglect, is sexual satisfaction. That becomes a problem for Karina, Jihyo and Eunbi. Having bigger breasts only adds to their problems. Due to stress, their milk production starts to rise. When the three of them invite you to join their pre-Christmas party, they obviously have ulterior motives.

IU's and Kang Seulgi's competition started, when they caught each other, having sex backstage during an award show, a couple of months ago. At first, it picked up slowly. Random challenges, send via text on kakaoTalk app, answered by pictures as proof of the accomplished mission. Now, the two of them are tied, desperate to come up with something new. Luckily, IU and Seulgi have a lot of fans, who are more than happy to help them out.

You and Irene are coworkers with a special history. The two of you tried out more kinks and positions and places than even married couples. But some things are still missing. Luckily, Irene has a friend who got hired a couple of weeks ago. You were planning on welcoming her properly anyways.

After just being hired by Dreamcatcher Company, you are already tasked with shooting Jiu's and SuA's special clip. Jiu knows that you are an Insomnia and that SuA is your bias. Maybe you will get to shoot another type of special clip with the two of them, thanks to Jiu.

You meet your exgirlfriend IU at a high school friend's wedding. After the memories of your school times come back, the two of you sneak off.

You have worked with a couple of idols already. They are often models and embassadors for brands after all. Now you are tasked with filming a small video to promote Jimmy Choo's newly designed dress. The woman who appears in your studio is no other than Cho Miyeon.

Yuna has always been quite kinky. But her Christmas present for you this year is on another level. It's Ryujin. She is kneeling on her bed, wrapped in red lingerie and a bow like a gift. Her hands are tied behind her back, while her eyes are covered with a red blindfold.

You have already tried everything. Drinking warm milk with honey, listening to music, reading a book. Nothing. Working out, spending more time on your job. Nothing. Even after bringing that girl home last night, Yunjin, you vaguely remember her name, didn't help at all. You still can't fall asleep. It's late at night and you are lying in bed once more. Sleepless. Then, your doorbell rings. That must be your neighbor. Chaewon. After telling her about your insomnia, she said she might know aomething.

10.

Going to college is already hard enough, considering your background. Bad grades, devorced father, stepmother and stepsister and so on. The only reason you got in was because of your scholarship. You are not a good student. But a talented football player. And now everything becomes even more difficult. While trying to learn for your upcoming test, someone knocks on your door. Tzuyu, your stepsister. Her and her mom, Jihyo, seemed to have gotten into a huge fight once again. Can you cheer her up?

11.

The one thing you love most about your job is the fact that you see beautiful women pretty much every day. Being a photographer enables you to make them take any kind of pose in any kind of outfit. Of course, when you started your career, you never thought about it like this. Until you meet Im Yoona.

#kpop #kpop smut #kpop girls #kpop gg #male reader #lee jieun #gidle #le sserafim #twice #aespa #red velvet #dreamcatcher

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pupyuj · 6 months ago

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HI‼️

okay! huddle up, friends! i made a few changes to my pinned as well as my wip list and i have some important stuff to say!☝️ as much as i want to write for a lot of other ggs, we all know very well that i'm an ive writer at heart and thus came to the decision that i shall only take fic requests for ive. and i have quite a few reasons! with ive being my ult of ults, obviously i'm way more motivated to write for them, which brings us to my dilemma of never being motivated enough to write for other ggs (in a full fic sense) because the inspiration doesn't strike me as strong 😭 and i'd rather die than give you guys mid or shit material to read 🥲

long story short, i'll be entertaining fic requests for ive but i'll unfortunately be only doing drabbles for the other ggs listed in my pinned! but don't get it twisted! i'll still make fics for those other ggs but it will be on my own time. hopefully you guys are okay with this 🙏🙏

and as for my wip list, i deleted the requests that i could not squeeze out solid ideas for and those are the tzuyu, ryeji x reader, innocent!wony, and jinsol reqs! big apologies to those who were looking forward to those requests but most of all, to the anons that requested them 💔 i'll be mindful when taking requests that i can commit to instead of leaving you guys waiting for months and raising false hopes 😞 i won't be opening fic requests just yet as i still have the remaining three to work on. i'll make sure to give ya'll a heads up when i'm ready.

again, i hope you guys are okay with these changes and i'm sorry if i've disappointed some 😓 hopefully, there will come a time where i land on the right headspace and take your fic ideas for the other ggs but for now, it will have to be this way ❤️‍🩹

#ena talks !

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lesbiankimdahyun · 2 years ago

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Waking up with TWICE

idk what got into me anyway pls enjoy!!

Nayeon

she starts to wake up when she feels you start to stir in bed

she pokes you in your side lightly to let you know she’s up

but not for long

you both fall back asleep, but this time nayeon is nestled in your arms

she’s always cold and you run warm, making you irresistible to her

Jeongyeon

when you start to wake, Jeongyeon reaches to haphazardly throw an arm over you

she’s not ready to get up yet and she wants to keep you with her

she’d get closer to you except you both run hot when you sleep, and this is as close as you both can stand to get for now

when you actually wake up you’ll both sit up to cuddle in bed

Momo

Momo doesn’t even budge when you start to stir, having dogs in the bed every night has made her immune to waking up to every little shift

you nuzzle her shoulder lightly to let her know you’re there before rolling over to let her sleep more

you drift back off for a bit

you wake when you feel Momo wrap her arms around you, she likes to wake up to your scent and touching you (usually wrapping herself around you like a koala)

Sana

she makes it very obvious when she’s awake and ready to snuggle, she’ll make sure you hear her hum and sigh when she’s up

she likes to be the little spoon

with her in your arms, you crack one eye open to peek at her and see a smile on her face

you both fall back asleep

you’ll wake up for real when she starts watching funny videos on her phone and you can feel her trying to suppress her giggling

Jihyo

she prefers her space at first when she wakes up

usually you wake facing Jihyo’s back, her dark, shiny hair splayed lightly over her shoulders

when she finally turns to face you, you give her nose mole a tiny kiss

it always makes her blush (but she loves it)

she never lets you two cuddle in bed for long, she’s always more motivated to start the day than you

Mina

she usually wakes up first but she’ll pretend to keep sleeping so you don’t wake yet

she likes to steal glances at you while you’re asleep, her eyes mentally tracing over your nose, the shape of your lips, every feature of your face

you usually wake up feeling like you’re being watched, and when open your eyes, you both laugh— she was gazing at you again

she likes to lie across from you, she’d rather be able to look at you while she touches you, gently tangling her legs in yours

she wishes mornings with you could last longer, she likes the quiet time with you

Dahyun

she’s always a lil grumpy in the first minute of waking up

but when she fully wakes up she wants to talk to you about the dreams she had

she loves to hear what you dreamt about, too

the two of you use the time just to chat, voices soft and low, about anything: the day ahead, plans for dinner, current anxieties, well wishes

Chaeyoung

she’s very quiet when first waking up

the two of you lie in comfortable silence, she’ll usually reach for your hand to hold under the covers

you love to trace her tattoos with your finger, she offers up her back and arms for you to draw on

sometimes she’ll plan out loud what she’s going to wear for the day before you finally climb out of bed

Tzuyu

very shy in front of you no matter how many mornings you’ve woken up next to each other

sometimes she peeks only her eyes out from under the covers, so she can hide but still look at you

on mornings you don’t have much time together, she likes to lie across from you, forehead to forehead

she likes longer mornings better, when the two of you can parallel play in bed

where you can sit, shoulder to shoulder, reading or scrolling online or journaling

the only thing she likes better than that is getting out of bed to go get coffee with you

#TWICE x reader #TWICE fluff #TWICE x you

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i99zhuo · 10 months ago

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onceuponaloonatic · 11 months ago

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Mina sighed as she slumped further into her chair. It was late, and she really wished she could go to bed, but unfortunately, she had a big organic chemistry exam tomorrow. So, for now, her plan for the night involved practically locking herself in the library.

Mina rocked back in her chair, trying desperately to fight off the tiredness as she read through her textbook. As much as she wanted to be interested, the words in the textbook couldn’t be any more boring. She didn’t care about alkenes or alkynes or acids or bases or anything relating to chemistry. She had been told by some upperclassmen that the class currently causing her stress wasn’t even really important for her degree, but it was meant as a class to weed out any students who wouldn’t make it further in the degree. Which just made it even harder for Mina to motivate herself to study. She knew that she needed to keep her grades up for medical school, but that didn't make studying any easier.

Mina sighed as she looked around the library. She was expecting the library to be emptier at one am, but it seemed almost every table housed a tired half-awake student slumped over a textbook. Mina sighed, deciding to finally bust out the energy drink Jeongyeon had so nicely handed her after her last babysitting job. Mina wasn’t the type to pump unknown chemicals into her body, but her favorite coffee shop was long since closed and she was a few paragraphs away from falling asleep on her textbook, so it would have to do. As she sat up, she was surprised to see someone walking around. It was late, Mina didn't expect any new students to be coming into the library. The girl was seemingly looking for a place to sit, scanning each table carefully.

Mina felt her brain stutter as the girl got closer. She was tall, much taller than Mina, and her beauty was unlike anything Mina had ever seen. She tried to hide her blush, but Mina felt like her face was burning. Jeongyeon always teased her about being weak in front of pretty girls, but she couldn't help it. She just hoped she wasn't staring.

“Um… Excuse me?” Mina tried to shake herself out of her trance-like state as the pretty girl came up to her. “Would you mind if I sit here? The other tables are all full.”

“Oh-uh yes! Of course! Let me move my bag-” Mina stuttered out, grabbing her backpack and trying to move it quickly. However, she didn’t notice that the bag was still open, and when she tried to quickly jerk it towards herself, all of her stuff spilled out onto the ground. Mina felt her cheeks burn even more as she tried to collect her stuff as quickly as possible. She felt a hand on top of hers as she reached for her textbook, and when she looked up she was met with a polite, adorable smile. “Thanks.”

“Of course.” The girl giggled the cutest little laugh Mina had ever heard. “My name is Tzuyu.”

“Mina.” Mina quickly responded.

“It’s nice to meet you, Mina.” Tzuyu handed Mina her textbook. Mina nodded, quickly packing all of her stuff up. When she looked up again, she noticed that Tzuyu had already opened her laptop. Mina quickly looked back down, embarrassed at herself for staring. Mina took a deep breath, trying her best to focus on the textbook in front of her.

It was then that she was hit with the scent of another alpha.

She was ashamed it took her so long to notice, but she blamed her exhaustion. Mina didn't have a problem dating with alphas dating other alphas, she just had never thought of another alpha that way. Sure, she had always known she was more attracted to girls, no matter their rank. But that was usually limited to omega and betas. This was the first time she had found herself attracted to another alpha.

It was like the floodgates had been opened as thoughts poured into Mina's head. Tzuyu smelled good, she wasn't one to deny that. Coffee with a hint of vanilla. For the first time in her life, Mina thought it would be comforting to be smothered in another alpha’s scent.

Tzuyu was never the type to be super hung up on who she thought was attractive. Alpha, beta, omega, boy, girl; at some point, she had probably thought one of them was attractive in passing. It wasn’t like she had a ton of crushes or anything, but she wasn’t one to deny when a person was attractive. Tzuyu only ever remembered having one crush, it was on an older omega girl from her music class in high school. Tzuyu still remembered how her heart would race and her face would burn whenever the girl would show her how to play a certain phrase on the Guzheng that Tzuyu was struggling with. As bad as Tzuyu’s crush was, nothing ever happened. The girl graduated a year before Tzuyu, and they slowly stopped talking to each other around the time the girl started dating someone else.

Now a couple of years later, Tzuyu wasn’t hung up on that girl anymore. Chaeyoung had been encouraging her to keep an open mind, they were in college now after all, but so far Tzuyu hadn’t found anyone that stood out to her. Sure, there were plenty of pretty people in her classes, but none of them captured Tzuyu’s attention.

Well, until the other night. She had accidentally fallen asleep after dinner, and in her panic to finish her essay due the next morning she rushed to the library at one am. She was surprised at how crowded it was, but she guessed it was people panic studying for midterms. She cursed herself and her sleepiness as she wandered the library trying to find an open table.

Eventually, she noticed a half-open table on the other side of the room, and as much as Tzuyu hated talking to strangers, she needed to finish her essay and her bed would be too tempting if she went home. So she decided a half open table would have to do. As she got closer, she got a clearer image of the other person at the table.

She first noticed how adorable the other girl looked. Her hair was tucked into a messy bun, a couple of strands of black hair falling loose as her full attention was captured in her textbook. Her small frame was drowning in an oversized white hoodie, and her face looked adorable as she concentrated. Tzuyu watched as the girl reached into her backpack, and when she looked back up, they made eye contact. She looked tired, that was for sure, but underneath the tiredness, Tzuyu could see how gorgeous the girl was.

If Tzuyu was nervous before, she was terrified now. But, that table was her best option, and Chaeyoung would tease her forever if she didn’t ever found out Tzuyu missed an essay deadline because of a pretty girl, so Tzuyu forced another deep breath before moving closer to the girl.

“Um, excuse me?” Tzuyu remembered how much she hoped she didn’t sound terrified. “Would you mind if I sit here? The other tables are all full.”

“Oh- yeah, of course!” Tzuyu didn't let herself giggle at the girl’s stutter. “Let me just move my stuff-” Tzuyu couldn’t hold the laugh back anymore when the girl accidentally spilled all her stuff. Tzuyu rushed to help, and she remembered how soft the girl’s hand was when they touched.

“Here you go.” Tzuyu noticed how nice the girl’s scent was. Lavender and Mahogany. Alpha smells went one way or the other for Tzuyu; she either loved them or hated them more than anything in the world. This girl fell into the first category. “My name is Tzuyu.” Tzuyu decided to give the girl her name after noticing how much she was staring at her. She just hoped she wasn’t reading too much into it.

“Mina.” The other girl responded.

“It’s nice to meet you, Mina,” Tzuyu tried to give her friendliest smile, noticing how flushed Mina’s cheeks were.

She did her best not to notice Mina’s staring as she set her laptop up. It was sweet, but their interaction so far was about the extent of Tzuyu’s game.

A couple of hours later, Tzuyu heard Mina gathering her stuff. Before she left, Tzuyu made sure to give Mina the best smile she could muster in her exhausted state. Her heart skipped a little at the adorable smile Mina sent her as she left.

“You have a crush?!” Tzuyu always hated how loud Chaeyoung could be when she got excited. Tzuyu was never one to crave being the center of attention, she hated bringing attention herself in general, but being friends with Chaeyoung and Jihyo meant that enviably people would stare at her in public.

“Shh!” Tzuyu could feel how hot her face was. “It’s not a crush.”

“Tzuyu has a crush?!” Tzuyu sank further into her seat as Jihyo joined them. Tzuyu was just happy their drinks didn’t spill this time.

“I do not.” Tzuyu pouted, a blush still burning on her face. “I just, thought she was cute.”

“Oh yeah?” Chaeyoung had a smirk as she poked Tzuyu’s shoulder. “You talked to her right?”

“A little,” Tzuyu answered. “I told her my name.”

“Oh yeah? That’s a start!” Jihyo smiled. “Did you get her number?”

“No!” Tzuyu blushed. “Did you not hear the part about being in the library together at one in the morning?”

“You could have asked.” Chaeyoung shrugged.

“Or you could have left you number on a cute little note for her or something.” Jihyo agreed, taking a sip of her iced coffee as she leaned forward. “Tell me you at least got her name too.”

“I did.” Tzuyu nodded. “It’s Mina.”

“Myoui Mina?!” Chaeyoung shouted, standing up as she shouted.

“Shh!”

“Are you talking about Myoui Mina?” Chaeyoung repeated, marginally quieter.

“I don’t know, I didn’t get her last name.” Tzuyu shrugged.

“Give me one sec,” Chaeyoung nodded, opening her phone as Tzuyu tried to get rid of the blush quickly spreading to her entire face. “Is this her?” Chaeyoung had an Instagram account open on her phone. There weren’t that many posts, but Tzuyu immediately recognized the girl from the library in the most recent picture.

“Yeah, that’s her.” Tzuyu nodded, noticing that Chaeyoung followed the girl.

“Ohh, she’s cute.” Jihyo giggled as she took Chaeyoung’s phone, scrolling through the girl's account.

“I know her! We have literature together!” Chaeyoung smiled a mischievous smile and Tzuyu knew this wasn’t going to end well. “Wait… Mina is an alpha.”

“Yeah, I noticed.” Tzuyu watched the emotions play on both Chaeyoung and Jihyo’s faces. She had no idea it was going to be a big deal, but she could feel her flush returning to her as her friends looked at her.

“Oh, Tzuyu, that’s great! I just- I had no idea you liked alphas.” Jihyo nodded, a reassuring smile on her face.

“I’m happy for you.” Chaeyoung nodded. “I just, thought you had a crush on that omega girl from the music club in high school.”

“I did. I don’t exclusively like alphas.” Tzuyu sighed, taking another sip of her latte. “I like everyone.”

“That’s great Tzuyu.” Tzuyu hadn’t meant to make a big deal of her sexuality, but it was nice to be accepted by her friends. “Anyway, what are you going to do about Mina?”

“I mean- I don’t know. She probably doesn’t remember me.” Tzuyu shrugged. "And what if she doesn't like alphas?"

"Well did she seem interested?" Jihyo asked.

"I mean, she stared at me a lot."

“I think you should go for it!” Chaeyoung smiled. “Mina is a really sweet girl, and I know she’s single.”

“You should message her on Instagram,” Jihyo suggested. “What’s the worst thing that could happen?”

“She is creeped out by me because she knows I’m an alpha and she doesn't like alphas and she-”

“Shh. Mina Unnie is not like that.” Chaeyoung nodded. “Trust me, I think it’s worth at least shooting your shot. We can help you craft the message.”

Tzuyu blushed as she looked back at Chaeyoung’s still-open phone. She had never done anything like this before, but Jihyo was right. What was the worst thing that could happen?

Mina was surprised when she checked her phone for the first time after class. Sure, she had a few friends who would text her, but she wasn’t the most popular person in the world. What surprised her even more was the fact that the person who messaged her wasn’t an account she recognized.

from: thinkaboutzu

Hey Mina, it’s Tzuyu from the other day :) Chaeyoung gave me your account, so I’m not a creep I promise. Anyway, thanks for letting me sit with you. You seem really nice, and I’m sorry if I’m reading too far into this, but I would like to see you again. Would you want to maybe go on a date sometime?

Mina felt her face burn as she read the message. The thoughts of Tzuyu’s scent came back to her mind as she thought about her response.

to: thinkaboutzu

Hey Tzuyu. I didn’t know you knew Chaeyoung. I thought it was nice studying with you too. I would love to go out with you sometime :)

#twice #myoui mina #mina #chou tzuyu #mitzu #au au #misatzu

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darkstar225 · 1 year ago

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Twice's 10th member has rizz ft Big Sis Tzuyu

A/N: Heyyy, I'm coming up with a lot of stuff for you guys so I can make up for the time I'm gone lol! Sry for taking so long to post :D I hope that the anon who gave me this idea on Tumblr likes it!

The request: hey, can I request something?.. the request is. The 10th member got nickname as 'star' and in fanmeeting there are some fan said 'you are the brightest star I ever seen' Rizz I knew so the 10th member rizz back 'i don't want to be the brightest star for you but I want to be the longest star that brighting for you' cheezy I know but unfortunately the member (tzuyu) beside her is heard what she said and probably tease her

PS: Tysm for everyone who reads what I write, I hope I can bring a smile to your faces every time I post! I'd like to thank whoever sent me this idea 'cause I loved to write it <3

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It was a bustling Saturday evening in Seoul, and TWICE had just taken the stage for a fan meeting. The venue was filled with eager fans, all hoping to catch a glimpse of their favourite idols and share a brief moment with them. Among the members, Y/N, the 10th and youngest member, had earned a nickname from her fans: star.

The nickname had come about because of the younger girl's radiant smile and bright personality, which seemed to shine like a star to her fans. She was known for her infectious laughter and her ability to light up any room. Her fellow TWICE members often teased her about her nickname, but the maknae took it in stride.

As the fan meeting progressed, the unnies engaged with their fans, sharing stories, laughter, and even shedding a few tears. Y/N was always excited to connect with the people who had supported her and her group, and she was known for her heartfelt interactions.

During a break in the event, TWICE's sunshine found herself answering questions from the fans. The atmosphere was electric, and the crowd was eager to hear her thoughts. One fan, in particular, stood out in the crowd, holding a sign that read:

You are the brightest star I have ever seen.

Y/N's heart swelled with gratitude as she read the sign. It was moments like these that reminded her of the deep connection she shared with her fans. She picked up the microphone and responded with a heartfelt message.

Y/N - Thank you so much for your love and support. It means the world to me. But I don't want to be the brightest star for you. I want to be the longest star that keeps brightening your life. *winks*

Her words were met with cheers and applause from the audience, and many fans felt their hearts swell with emotion. Y/N's response was indeed cheesy, but it came from the heart, and that's what mattered most.

As the youngest set the microphone down, she turned to Tzuyu, who was sitting beside her, and gave her a bright smile. Tzuyu couldn't help but chuckle at Y/N's cheesy response. She leaned in and teased her only dongsang.

Tzuyu - The longest star, huh? You're really laying it on thick, kiddo.

Y/N laughed, brushing off the teasing.

Y/N - Hey, I wanted to say something meaningful, okay?

Tzuyu grinned, her eyes twinkling mischievously.

Tzuyu - Well, you certainly did that. I'll have to remember that one for future fan meetings.

The fan meeting continued, and Y/N's heart was warmed by the interactions she had with her fans. She took time to sign autographs, take selfies, and share personal stories with those who had come to see her. She felt a deep sense of gratitude for the love and support she received from her fans, and it motivated her to work even harder as an idol.

After the fan meeting had concluded, TWICE gathered backstage to unwind and reflect on the day's events. Y/N, still beaming from the positive energy of the fans, found herself sitting next to Tzuyu. She nudged Tzuyu playfully and spoke with a funny tone.

Y/N - You know unnie, it's not easy coming up with those cheesy lines on the spot.

Tzuyu laughed, her eyes crinkling at the corners.

Tzuyu - I know, I know. But it was cute, and the fans loved it. You really are their shining star. *kisses the youngest's forehead*

TWICE's angel blushed, feeling a mixture of embarrassment and pride. She appreciated Tzuyu's support and understanding.

Y/N - Thanks, Tzuyu unnie. You always know how to make me feel better. *smiles*

The other girls joined in the conversation, sharing their own experiences and interactions with the fans during the fan meeting. It was clear that they all cherished these moments and the deep connection they had with their supporters.

As the evening turned into night, all the members of TWICE decided to go out for a late dinner to celebrate the successful fan meeting. They chose a cosy restaurant in the heart of Seoul, where they could relax and enjoy each other's company.

Y/N found herself sitting next to her Tzuyu unnie again, and she couldn't resist the opportunity to bring up her cheesy response once more.

Y/N - So, unnie, what do you think of my 'longest star' line now? *smirks*

Tzuyu chuckled and nudged her little sister back.

Tzuyu - You know, I think it's grown on me. Maybe you can teach me some of your cheesy tricks for the next fan meeting.

Y/N laughed, feeling grateful for the connection she shared with her older sisters. They might tease each other, but their bond was unbreakable, and they knew how to support and lift each other up when it mattered most.

As they enjoyed their meal and shared stories from the fan meeting, TWICE's pride and joy felt a sense of contentment wash over her. She was living her dream as a member of TWICE, and she was surrounded by a loving and supportive family of unnies and devoted fans. It was moments like these that made all the hard work and dedication worthwhile.

In the heart of Seoul, under the warm glow of the restaurant's lights, TWICE celebrated not just a successful fan meeting but also the enduring bond they shared as a group. And as Y/N looked around the table at her fellow members, she couldn't help but feel like the luckiest star in the universe.

And this made her have only one thought:

I'll love my beloved chosen family forever.

A/N: I'm sorry for any errors. English is not my first language. Pls, let me know if there is something wrong, ty for reading <3

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sanccharine · 2 years ago

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04 | potential, promises, and plotting

hogwarts au

pairing: hufflepuff!tzuyu x slytherin!reader genre: fluff, slice of life word count: 5.1k

warnings: none that i can think of :]

summary: whether on the field or during class, you never shied away from trouble. and in your sixth year, trouble seemed to follow you like a shadow, though you couldn’t complain. especially when that series of misfortunes led you to the transfiguration prodigy, chou tzuyu. includes: red velvet's yeri, ateez's yeosang, san, wooyoung and jongho; viviz's sinb; txt's yeonjun; loona's olivia; le sserafim's yunjin; dreamcatcher's gahyeon

status: ongoing a/n: back to post once in a blue moon :D theres quite a few people in this one huh O_O

masterlist | chapter 3 | chapter 5

The Dark Arts assignment felt like a fluke.

Well, it was a fluke.

You wouldn’t have gotten the grade that you got without the help of Tzuyu.

After that assignment, they seemed to keep piling on top. Playing Quidditch seemed to be up for debate again. Though you know somewhere deep in your mind you were playing this year. Still, you couldn’t catch a break from your studies.

Often, you found yourself in the secluded corner of the library, the place had become yours. If you weren’t hunched up over a textbook there, you were in the Great Hall. Always scribbling away on parchment, writing and rewriting your notes. Transfiguration theory made no sense at all.

Professor Lee’s words from earlier in the day returned to you.

She asked you to stay behind after class much like the many times she had before. You readied yourself for a scolding. A lecture about how you could do better, how your grades were slipping, and how you aren’t achieving your full potential.

You never understood what she saw in you.

“What are you doing?” Professor Lee asked, her eyes not lifting away from the book in front of her.

“I don’t understand—”

“I asked what are you doing in my class?”

Your heart stopped beating.

“I don’t know, Professor. I'm not sure as well... I don’t know what I’m doing in your class. I don’t know how I passed and I definitely don't know how—” you stopped your rambling. You should’ve put this together sooner. How could you be so stupid? “Did my parents—?”

Finally, Professor Lee looked at you.

"No." Her gaze was scathing.

She held your stare. A lifetime seemed to pass. You don’t if you should be relieved or terrified of this revelation.

It seemed unreal.

There was no way you were in this class without your parents pulling some—

“You are more than aware of my standards. Especially to enter my N.E.W.Ts class,” Lee straightened as she watched you freeze in real-time. Then her gaze softened, only ever so slightly. “The only reason you are in my class is because of your merit. You have potential.”

What potential is she going on about?

“Nothing else,” Professor Lee paused, her eyes steely as she finished. “And no one else.”

“I understand,” you didn’t attempt to repeat what you say every year. You really did understand, you couldn’t let her down. You didn't want to let her down. Changes meant the most these next two years. So, you will work hard this year, and unlock whatever potential she sees in you.

“Now, get out. You’re wasting my class time,” and she was back.

With a salute, you let in the quiet first years who had lined up outside. You didn’t catch the little boy waving at you.

The conversation kept playing in your mind. It brought a new sense of motivation you fear you’ve never felt… at least not for anything apart from Quidditch. It also brought up an immense amount of stress. You were playing this year, you were studying hard this year. Will you be able to win the cup again? Will you be able to pass next year? Only weeks passed and already your control was slipping. You hated that feeling with every fibre of your being.

Every sound in the hall seemed to unnerve you, clawing and climbing its way up your back until you couldn’t even hear your own ragged breathing. Couldn’t notice that you were grinding your teeth, jaw locked and aching. Worst of all, you didn’t realise your grip had pushed the quill in and torn the parchment. A gaping hole where words should be. You were so tightly wound up, all the tension caught in the back of your neck.

Which is why when someone tapped your shoulder, you sneered much like a rabid dog. “What?”

The regret was immediate when you saw familiar glassy eyes staring back. The apology is ready on your lips but...

What was his name again?

“Minwoo just wanted to say hello. You missed us by the Transfiguration class,” the diligent girl from the feast! What was her name? She was quick to step in front of Minwoo, completely blocking him from your view. That strikes you as odd, you couldn’t place why. “He was wondering about joining Quidditch, we both were… I’m Jooyeon, by the way.”

Busted by an eleven-year-old. This had to be a new low for you.

“Right, sorry for that. I’ve been so busy with assignments and it just didn't—never mind, that doesn’t matter!” you said sheepishly and pushed aside your parchment and turned to face them. When Minwoo didn’t look up, you sighed. “I’m sorry for snapping at you, Minwoo. I shouldn’t have done that, please forgive me.”

Finally, the boy looked up from behind Jooyeon’s shoulder. Were those tears in his eyes?

“Listen, are you—” you started but then caught yourself. From Jooyeon’s protective stance to Minwoo’s tears, you surmised this wasn’t about you. Something else was at play here. You just didn’t have enough information… yet. You dropped the line of question and put on the best smile you could muster. “What do you want to know about Quidditch?”

“We want to try out.”

Quidditch season was finally beginning. Eunbi pushed back tryouts in favour of her studies. Though, you knew she was plotting something. Especially with open positions. You don’t know what that meant for you, but you trusted her.

When you arrived on the field, most of your teammates were already there, geared up and gathering equipment. Eunbi stood to the side, frowning at the piece of parchment in her hand. In front of her were the potential recruits, they were thrumming with anxiety. It was easy to discern what years they were from their little groups and behaviour.

Minwoo and Jooyeon stood to the far left. Separated even from the other gawking first years who would no doubt be rejected. First years rarely made substitutes, let alone the team. But you understood their enthusiasm, you had been in the same place a few years back. In fact, a large number of second and third years weren’t going to be happy with Eunbi’s decisions either.

A smile graced your face as you patted your pockets with your free hand to find something.

“Good to see you two here,” you sidled up to Minwoo and he nearly shot a meter into the air. Why is this kid so jumpy around you? That will have to be amended. You smiled at his friend and said, “Hello Jooyeon.”

“Weird,” you muttered and leaned forward to catch Minwoo’s frog before it could leap away from him. “You’re supposed to eat these, not let them get away.”

Excited wouldn’t be the word you’d use. Minwoo couldn’t seem to look you in the eyes. Even worse, he kept glancing back at the crowd of Slytherins, shaking a bit.

Sighing, you began, “I understand if you’re nervous, it’s only natural. That’s why I brought you guys something.”

At that, both of them looked up at you, eyes shining.

“How do we feel about chocolate frogs?” you asked, as you fetched two from your pockets and handed one to each.

“I saw these on the train,” Minwoo smiled, finally. It relieved you. “Thank you!”

“I want to know who you got, open them, go on!” You folded your arms as their nervousness seemed to dissipate.

“Headmistress Boa,” Jooyeon said, reading the card while holding the frog in one hand.

“I got her too!” Minwoo said as he giggled at the frog jumping up his arm.

“Weird,” you muttered and leaned forward to catch Minwoo’s frog before it could leap away from him. “You’re supposed to eat these, not let them get away.”

“But it’s alive—”

“We’re about to start,” Yeri shouted with a clap. That was your cue to leave.

“We good?” you raised your fist to Minwoo.

“Yeah, we’re good,” Minwoo grinned and bumped your fist. “Thanks again for the chocolates.”

You aimed your fist at Jooyeon and she reciprocated as well. With a proud nod, you sauntered over to your team.

Yeonjun quickly made his way to your side and bumped his shoulder into yours. Smiling, you glanced around. This team carried you through many wins throughout the last two years. You were a precise, well-oiled machine led by Eunbi. What you lacked, your teammates covered with their strengths. The only missing spot was your Keeper, who graduated last year.

Plus, next year Eunbi will graduate. Followed right after by you, Yeri, San, and Yeonjun which leaves Olivia to fend alone. The thought was mortifying. You understood why talks of a new captain and tryouts seemed so important.

Eunbi scanned the crowd in front of her and nodded. “Quidditch is not easy. It’s brutal.”

You couldn’t help but smile at the familiar start. A spiel you have heard so many times you could probably announce it yourself.

“Without proper practice and dedication, you’ll be living in the Hospital Wing,” you couldn't help but snicker as you rolled your left wrist. Beside you, Yeonjun grabbed his right shoulder and sighed. Everyone landed in the wing at least once and that was being generous. “Forget positions, they don’t matter. What’s important is flight, speed and endurance.”

Gasps already erupted at Eunbi’s dismissal of the roles in the team. The next part should be fun.

“Five minutes,” Eunbi held up her palm. “That’s how much time I want you flying laps around the field and at the fastest speed you can manage—”

Now, the juniors seemed to pale as the senior students only groaned. This was nothing. They’d endure much worse in a proper game, a grim thought but it was true.

“—I need you to push yourselves. Those who don’t fly as soon as I say start, who fall behind, and who fail to complete all five minutes will be instantly cut.” Eunbi was merciless. “Line up! First years at the front, and each year following right behind.”

You smirked at how quickly your juniors fell into lines. Your teammates and senior students strolled up behind them. Olivia was up ahead, glaring holes into other fourth year students. Some sixth years lined up just ahead of you. It was hard not to follow in Olivia’s footsteps and glare holes into a familiar mop of hair. Fortunately, Yeonjun and Yeri’s bickering brought you back to the present.

Your line consisted of the pair and San. You didn’t have to interject to know that this race would earn you some money. San shook his head as he lowered himself on his Nimbus, already at an advantage. When you glanced at him, his usual easy-going smile was nowhere to be found.

The second Eunbi yelled the four of you were in the air. It was too easy.

San was speeding through the crowd of students, deftly avoiding any stragglers and leading the lap. The things you would do to get a hand on that broom of his. You didn’t need to look back to know that some juniors struggled with the initial take-off. Yeonjun soon followed San, quick to catch up with him. Yeri, however, had seemed to completely give up on the bet and joined you, instead. She zig-zagged through the crowd as if it were a leisurely flight and not an ordered task.

One look at her and you knew what was in her mind. Shaking your head, you steered beneath the crowd. With a grin, you completely flipped yourself around as Yeri mirrored you. You began rotating and increasing your speed. If strings were attached to your brooms, it would look like a helix. This is what happens when you don’t do your regular midnight flights. Eunbi was going to chew you out for this stunt but it meant all the same when you caught Yeri’s laughter against the wind.

Dizzy, you righted yourself just as someone zoomed past you.

Olivia.

She passed Yeonjun and San just as another person flashed by you. They caught up easily to your youngest Chaser, her ponytail just as black as Olivia’s.

Not having the heart to jostle Olivia when she was determined, you joined your friends. All four of you watched Olivia and her rival keep trying to one-up each other, even though it was futile. They were matched in skill. You assumed it was the fourth year she was glaring at.

Unsurprisingly, Olivia and the fourth year were the first to land when the five minutes were over. Both of them were panting and shaking, yet still managed to glare daggers at each other. Eunbi squinted at the two of them as you landed easily beside her.

That was not the case for a lot of students.

Completing the exercise was one thing but landing afterwards was another task altogether. Some landings were disastrous, the fatigue and nausea couldn’t have helped. And those who did manage to land somewhat decently, instantly crumpled to the ground from vertigo. Eunbi scrutinised them unflinchingly before considering her parchment.

You searched for Minwoo and Jooyeon only to find them both sitting on the ground. Jooyeon was in much better shape than Minwoo, they landed safely and that was all that mattered. It was hard not to miss the way Hyukwoo stood proudly when you scanned the crowd. He didn’t seem fazed at all. The idea of playing by his side made you nauseous.

It couldn’t be helped though.

Your teammates and previous substitutes were called up. Hyukwoo threw a smirk at you and your hands twitched.

Some new faces were called. Huh Yunjin. That was the name of the fourth year that competed with Olivia.

However, the majority was rejected. Granted, as Eunbi mentioned, some people would be instantly cut and cut they were.

“That is all,” Eunbi said with no hint of remorse.

“That’s all? We’re done already?” Someone in the back whined and you bristled. “We just flew around the field, that doesn’t measure our skill. Plus, we had to use these stupid school brooms.”

The silent but agreeing crowd parted for a girl. Possibly a first year, definitely a pureblood. The school broom frayed and splintered, landed with a whimper when she threw it at Eunbi’s feet. The sight was familiar.

Eunbi only stared at the broom, not saying a word. You were about to speak up when she inhaled deeply.

“You’re right, the school brooms suck.” The girl’s head perked up to hear the Captain agreeing with her. “Unfortunately for you, that’s not a good enough excuse.”

You couldn’t help but glance at Hyukwoo, only to find he was already staring at you. His expression was unreadable.

Eunbi called your name, followed by Yeonjun and Yeri. As if controlled by puppet strings, the three of you stepped forward at the same time, heads held high.

“These three became substitutes in their first year with those ‘stupid’ school brooms.”

“So did Eunbi,” Yeri said with a smirk before you could. Even her smile didn’t reduce the tense atmosphere.

“It’s not a good enough excuse,” Eunbi repeated. “Try next year with your own broom then.”

The student scowled, ready to whine but her friends dragged her away. With that, the others began to leave as well. Eunbi began shouting orders but you quickly excused yourself to catch up with Minwoo and Jooyeon.

“Sorry, you guys didn’t make the team.”

“It wasn’t realistic anyway,” Jooyeon shrugged but Minwoo’s disappointment was clear on his face. He stared at the pureblood girl who was yelling at her friends as she walked out. He then turned to you, disappointment morphed into caution as he said the next four words.

“Are you a pureblood?”

Jooyeon shot him a look, clearly startled by his question. Every interaction with this kid only seemed to confuse you more.

“Um, yeah,” there was no better way to put it.

“So you’re a full wizard?”

Jooyeon hissed his name and you stood there, perplexed.

“Full wizard? Minwoo, you’re a wizard too,” you said, indignant at the claim. Then it clicked. “Hold on, did someone say—!”

“Yes, but both your parents are wizards, right?” You couldn’t help but bristle at the mention of your parents. “You’re a full wizard? Both my parents are muggles so I’m a—”

“Listen, that doesn’t matter,” that was a blatant lie but you had to stop him. Jooyeon had the same idea as she nudged his side. Minwoo was unbothered by his friend and unconvinced by you. “At least, not anymore.”

That wasn’t a lie… but it wasn’t the truth either.

You had to tackle this delicately.

“You’re here at Hogwarts, yeah?” you asked and waited for an answer.

“Yes.”

"Did a wand choose you?"

"Yes."

“Can you do magic?”

“Yes.”

“Then you’re a wizard, simple,” comfort didn’t come easy, you barely believed yourself. There was a strange tension in your voice but it was difficult to ignore the implication of Minwoo’s words. “Minwoo—both of you—if someone is bothering you, you come let me know, alright? Promise me that!”

For some reason, you guessed who would be putting these thoughts into these kids. Harassing first years had to be a whole new low, even for him.

When Minwoo didn’t answer, Jooyeon did. “We will, we promise. Thank you!”

She raised her fist and your lips twitched up at the action. You bumped yours with hers before moving it in front of Minwoo. Both you and Jooyeon waited with bated breath. Minwoo left but not before brushing his fist against yours and mumbling goodbye.

Jooyeon grumbled an apology on his behalf before running after Minwoo.

Are you a pureblood? So you’re a full wizard?

This was not how you wanted tryouts to go. For the most part, you were out of it, fortunately not enough for Eunbi to notice. Granted, she had her hands full.

You could only think about Minwoo.

Eunbi, in the time you'd spent with first years, had split up the recruits into small groups. There were also workshops so every new member could get a feel of each role. Everyone was assigned their usual roles except for Yeonjun and Oliivia. The former took up the Keeper’s role while the latter shadowed Eunbi, the pair conversing seriously.

You walked over to the chest where the Bludger rattled in its cage, Yeri sidled up as you sighed.

“You alright?” she asked, motioning to the recruits assigned to the two of you.

“Yeah, I'm fine—no,” you changed when you caught Yeri’s stare, “I’ll tell you later.”

She nodded, dropping the topic altogether before speaking to the new teammates. You recognized one of them quickly, yet you forgot her name already.

“Huh Yunjin,” Yeri whispered beside you as you picked your bat, sarcasm dripping with every word. “Olivia’s best friend.”

“Do you know why?”

“Jealousy. Possible threat. Youngest privileges lost,” Yeri stopped to look at you. “Do you want me to keep listing more reasons? Or… ?”

You rolled your eyes at your friend and rounded up the pair, gesturing at them to take off into the air.

“They’re fourth years, what did you expect?” Yeri yelled after you, no shame in admitting what she was whispering about.

Shaking your head, you began to explain the basics of your role. Though you’re sure they were already well aware of that, so you made sure to emphasize just how dangerous being a Beater could be. Right on time, a resounding crack echoed through the field.

The act was involuntary, muscle memory alone carried the task for you. The Bludger zoomed past the two recruits and with another resounding crack was sent back straight for Yeri. Flawless aim and deadly strength. You couldn’t help but smirk at yourself.

The new students looked terrified, to say the least, but they were poised to whack the Bludger. When Yeri sent the ball back, it lacked its usual vigour, her hit purposely pulled back. Yunjin took the initiative putting herself in the ball's way before taking a swing.

She managed to hit the ball back in Yeri’s general direction with quite a bit of strength, she showed promise. However, she did slightly stumble to the side of her broom, almost losing balance but she was quick to catch herself. Yunjin turned to you with a proud smile, awaiting praise. You couldn’t deny her that.

“Well done, that was a good shot,” she straightened as you turned to the other recruit. “Your turn.”

The colour seemed to have completely drained from the kid’s face. If he wasn’t already terrified about facing a Bludger, the fact that Yunjin had managed to hit it almost perfectly couldn't help. Trusting your gut, you readied yourself in case something went south.

A thunderous crack filled the stadium, his strength was paramount.

Now if only he hadn’t smacked the Bludger backwards. Heading straight for the stands.

You swore enough to lose a solid amount of points from your house. Good thing you were ready because you were flying at a speed you normally saved for your games. Your best friend has the same idea because Yeri was right by your side in a second.

Ignoring the shrieks from the audience, the pair of you managed to surpass the Bludger with just enough space to spare. Without sharing a glance, you raised your batting hand and striked the Bludger. So had Yeri.

With double the power of notorious Beaters, the Bludger soared high above the field and over the other end of the audience. Yeri only grumbled before speeding away after the ball. Leaving you to deal with the students whose lives you put at risk.

When you turned, the first person you see is Chou Tzuyu.

Like a magnet, your gaze seemed to land on her first. Her steely stare renders you speechless for a moment. Her knuckles were white from clutching a textbook you didn’t recognise. You wondered whether the pages were cutting into her skin.

“Listen, I’m so sorry, Tzuyu,” you may have joked about how you were always apologising to her if someone hadn’t interrupted you by clearing their throat. Aggressively.

Finally, you noticed the three other people seated next to Tzuyu. You couldn’t put names on two of them, one of which was clutching their heart as they whispered to the girl next to them. Her eyes were in crescents as she let out a chuckle, blushing to her ears. But, you did recognise Yeosang, Wooyoung’s best bud!

Or so that's what Wooyoung claimed. You’ve never heard Yeosang confirm it. For that very reason, you doubted the Ravenclaw had a glowing impression of you.

“Yeosang, buddy—”

“No.” He stood up, his eyes rolling back into his skull as he dragged the Hufflepuff next to him. They whined and made quite a scene as they were pulled away, the girl beside Tzuyu only giggled at their antics. You didn’t miss the wink they sent her before turning your attention back to Tzuyu.

Her eyes were glassy as she stared. You’ve seen her smile, you know how she can light up a room. Yet, she managed to place such a cruel unfeeling mask over herself.

“I really am sorry,” you said as the girl, having come down from giggles, shook her head. “Try-outs can be… rough.”

You turned to Tzuyu again, hoping you salvaged something of your friendship. Not even, just merely the beginning of it. Her features were still steely, which wasn't good. When her friend’s hand came to rest atop hers, she softened. That was incorrect, her eyes didn't soften, she just lost her glare.

“This is Gahyeon,” Tzuyu said, sentence clipped. “My friend.”

Gahyeon smiled widely, extending her hand. Before you could even say your name she did it for you.

“I know who you are,” Tzuyu shot her a strange glare but Gahyeon ignored it, unfazed by Tzuyu’s behaviour. “We’re all good, we knew you and Yeri had it covered. Hope the rest goes better than this!”

With a sad smile, you lowered your head again to apologize. You glimpsed at Tzuyu. Her features were still clouded with distaste, and maybe curiosity, but shifted to her aloof self as soon as she noticed you staring. Bidding them an awkward farewell, you turned to fly back to the third year.

Yunjin was to a side, her prideful demeanour nowhere to be found because she knew what was coming. The third year at fault was shaking on his broom but that didn’t deter you.

With more vitriol than necessary, you said, “You better be good at some other position because you’re not a Beater!” He tried to say something but you were quick. “There’s no point if you’re all strength, you could’ve hurt someone—”

Yeri's voice came from somewhere to your side, but you decided to continue, baseless anger slipping past tightly shut gates. But your best friend placed a hand on your shoulder and pulled you back, forcing you to face her.

The look on her face said everything you needed to hear. You can’t berate a kid for something they can’t control and no one was hurt… Tzuyu wasn’t hurt.

“Get the next pair,” Yeri ordered and all you could do was nod. As you flew down, you could hear Yeri console the third year who was reeling from your words.

Apart from that incident, practice went quite smoothly. The tasks were easy enough to follow, you and Yeri made sure to inform the recruits to consider aim and strength before swinging the bat wildly. Although, you didn’t allow room for anything to go wrong. Especially with the feeling of someone watching your back.

After discussing with her teammates, Eunbi assigned substitute positions to the recruits. Though, everyone anticipated who would be the lucky person to fill up the Keeper position. Hyukwoo seemed all too smug, no doubt expecting the position to be his. Which is why it was all the more satisfying to see his expression sour when Yunjin was picked.

Introductory ice-breakers. Short warm-up. Flight exercises. Two hours seemed to pass by in a blur before Eunbi decided it was time to play a few mock games.

It was supposed to be harmless but everyone seemed to take it seriously. That was understandable under Eunbi’s unyielding watch.

The intensity increased tenfold when the captain herself joined, taking her position as the Seeker. The small crowd lounging around the stadium cheered and it almost felt like a real game. Though, you and Yeri were grinning ear to ear, exhilarated just to play together again.

Once the match ended, Eunbi asked everyone to relax but not before reminding the team to meet at the changing rooms later. Some of the younger recruits were not so eager to do nothing, they began rounding up equipment for the arriving Hufflepuff team.

Eunbi was long gone and you waved away your friend's call to play catch in the air. Instead, you finally took the time to do what you loved; fly unperturbed. You missed the feeling of the winter chills crawling up your sleeves, cooling down the sweat on your forehead. Soon your mindless rounds came to a slow drive, almost floating in place, suspended in the air as you smiled at no one in particular. To even have considered not playing this year was a fool’s thought.

A blur hurtled past before turning to stop in front of you. The shiver that ran down your spine was difficult to shake off.

“So it’s real then?” Wooyoung’s voice squeaked at the end. You hoped he wasn’t insinuating what you think he was. “You and Chou Tzuyu?”

“What are you on about… ” the question died on your lips when Wooyoung looked to his left and you followed his gaze.

Not even a few meters away, Tzuyu was seated exactly where you’d left her an hour ago. Her friend, Gahyeon, if you remember correctly, was reading the prefect's textbook. Tzuyu’s attention, however, was completely on you.

Apparently, in your daze, you had been flying near her. And in return, she’d been watching you.

Fortunately, your best friend had immaculate timing.

But none of the decorum.

Yeri saved you from the paralysing staring concert by crashing right into you.

Being the professional that she is, Yeri pivoted at the right moment, parking herself beside Wooyoung. You weren’t so graceful. The groan you emitted was ugly and pained, but at least you didn’t topple off your broom and plummet to your death. The most you experienced was disorientation from the blood rushing to your head. Oh, and the insurmountable amount of embarrassment. Why was Tzuyu looking at you?

Blinking away the white spots, you scowled at your so-called friends who cackled at your misery. “Was that necessary?”

“Wouldn’t have been if you hurried instead of ogling Hufflepuffs,” Yeri offered an unapologetic smile. She was right, none of your teammates were anywhere to be seen on the field.

“And it wasn’t even me?” Wooyoung pouted, his voice pitched higher. Both you and Yeri groaned at that. “I’m heartbroken.”

“Alright, we’re done here,” you said as you turned away from Wooyoung’s unbearable expression.

“No, don’t leave me—” Wooyoung groaned instead of finishing the sentence. No doubt, Yeri shoved him too.

“Good luck with practice, Woo,” you called out as you descended. Yeri was quick to pass you, shaking her head with a smile as she did.

You didn’t leave the field without sparing one last glance at Chou Tzuyu.

Her eyes had never left you.

“We’re focusing on scoring this year,” Eunbi said just as you entered the changing rooms. “This means Beaters, I need you to prioritize Chaser’s protection over mine.”

You hadn’t even gotten the chance to seat yourself before you were shooting up.

“What?” you squawked along with Yeri. The team was quick to follow with their outcries.

Being a Seeker was no walk in the park. The title alone was an automatic target on your back. It didn’t help that there was a running joke of a guaranteed win if Eunbi was eliminated first. Of course, that has never happened. Eliminating Eunbi that is. Not with you carelessly taking Bludgers for her with your head instead of your bat. All ten fingers and ten toes wouldn’t be enough to count how many fouls you and Yeri have intercepted. It was only natural that one of the Beaters was always floating around Eunbi.

So to ask for no protection seems ill-advised.

Undeterred, Eunbi continued.

“This is especially important for our opening game with Gryffindor. Jongho did a damn good job of blocking most of our goals last year,” Olivia scowled at the mention of the Keeper. He hadn’t let her score a single goal. “Focusing on scoring means not only prioritizing our Chasers, but the opposing team’s Chasers as well. If you can keep the Bludgers and their Beaters concentrated on them, then I will be fine.”

“That’s a big if.” Yeri stated, not necessarily rejecting Eunbi’s unconventional strategy.

“You are more than capable of pulling it off. I just need you to do it,” Eunbi said, her eyes glossing over the entire team. “All of you.”

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a/n: i feel like this fic is more about studying and sports than tzuyu HKSDFGJKDS like i know it seems like a slow burn, but the original draft didn't even have romance in it HJFKSDGF (i still don't know what type of relationship these two will have) it was me messing around and just dragging shit around for fun so we'll see how this one goes. as for sport, idc for it and if the stuff i say makes no sense, you've come this far i'm sure you can suspend your disbelief just a bit more :D anyways,,,see you next month-ish ? maybe ? who knows ? hope everyone is doing well and have a good day/night !

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