Maybe in another universe…

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀seated diligently atop the food chain , you nevertheless flashed smiles at the boy who remained alongside the prawns. flaunted grins that led to shared breaths being swapped within the enclosure of a five-by-five storage closet.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀sleek digits sank into the skin of his flesh , guiding his neck closer to your own whilst lips overlapped one another. groans shared breaths , feet stumbling over the other. arms reeled behind as he stripped himself of his jacket. your thumbs caressed his jaw , pulling him back with yourself prior to thumping into the wall.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀fireworks eroded his insides , a jungle of organs entwining within each other like rabid animals. blemished hues tattered his fair skin , like a rainbow after a storm.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀insobriety , one would think. inebriation. intoxication? though your precious lips said otheriwse. as temperance as his own. a tempting sobriety , it told him you wanted it as much as did he. nothing more could send him into a frenzie , his paced actions hastened with some lenience towards your thighs.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀wild fire spread faster than thoughts. rougher than lots. how his sudden change in direction alluded moans from you. his skilled movements aiding a back arch into his grasp. wrapped arms snaked his shoulders much of a cobra to its prey , passion infusing itself between the two of you. not a moment was spared as tongues danced along the insides of mouths , lathering them in each others essences.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀hissed whines sputtered your distended lips , sparks decorating your flesh whilst his fingertips delved your hips and marked them as his own. carnal desires eloped his mind , aggressions growing and sensuality bestowing.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀" ca— can i? " pleads laced his rotted words , eyes targeting the hems of your cardigan.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀" whatever y'want , baby " haste yet sultry , your words guided his eager inclinations , katsuki lowering himself with kitten kisses trailing your clothing.

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SINCERELY , YOURS TRULY ⠀Ξ ©INDISUKI, 2026

If there was two things in this world you could be absolutely certain of, that was that you can always bet that TWICE is going to be on tour and they'd be gone for months and months on end.

When you were younger, you'd go with.

Pretend to be two normal young girls going on the spring break trip you never got that also included people screaming your best friend's name until their mouths went dry.

It was cool to imagine but it wore off instantly.

Her life was never going to be anything normal and you would never get to have her all to yourself—not like how you wanted.

Your crush probably spanned almost their entire career.

Being friends with Jeongyeon so long, your admiration as a friend morphed into attraction.

It was very hard not to fall in love with her.

There was no one who made you laugh like she did, no one who listened to your problems and helped you out when you needed like her, and she looked like a goddess.

You'd be crazy not to mix things up.

And you certainly were nuts.

Because even though you knew you couldn't change your way of thinking, you still stayed around, letting your mind blur the lines that you spent so long drawing, trick yourself into thinking maybe she likes you back.

You figured it wasn't possible.

She had millions of people basically kissing her feet.

Why would she want you? You thought.

Or at least that's what you asked as you hid in ITZY's studio, not wanting to travel downstairs to where the girls were about to load onto their van to the airport.

You were meant to see them off, say bye like you always did since you weren't going to see Jeongyeon until at least Christmas.

But you remained planted in your seat, staring at Ryujin on her phone like it was the most interesting thing in the world.

You actually didn't even realize you were locked in on her until Lia snapped her fingers in your face.

"What are you doing here? Isn't Jeongyeon leaving like right now? Don't you normally say bye like you're sending her off to war?"

That earns a laugh from Ryujin, though she doesn't even lift her head to look at either of you.

"I don't do that."

They both quirk a brow at you, causing you to deflate.

Ok, maybe you did do that.

"It doesn't matter. She'll survive if I don't say bye to her once. TWICE is on tour constantly, chances are she's not going to notice if I don't go just this one time."

You didn't want to believe your words, some selfish part of you wanted her to notice, for her to run to you like you're the only one for her and kiss you until you couldn't breathe anymore.

But that wasn't a thought you were allowed to have.

Not when you weren't allowed to have her.

"Doubt it," Ryujin muttered to herself.

"Why?"

"Oh, come on. She notices when your makeup changes, even if it's slightly. She's probably making everyone wait until you get there."

Your brows furrowed. "Why? I'm not going with them."

"But Jeongyeon wishes you were."

You paused to just look at her, to find any sign that she was joking. But she was just dumbstruck that your eyes didn't work.

"Wait, you don't know?"

You frowned, shaking your head.

You hated when she asked dumb questions. Of course, you didn't know what she was talking about. You wouldn't have asked.

"You'd have to be blind to not see how that girl is obsessed with you. Genuinely.” She rolled her eyes, going back to her phone like this conversation was suddenly above her.

“Obsessed?”

Lia smacked her teeth, also done with your aloofness.

“She likes you! Jeez, you can’t tell?”

Your eyes blow open cartoonishly. Your mind isn’t sure she said what you thought she did, she couldn’t have been.

You would have noticed if Jeongyeon liked you, right?

You had been friends forever, you could tell what she was feeling before she even told you. How could you miss something so big, so loud?

"She likes me?"

They both nod aggressively.

"You're both actually very obvious with your feelings. It's just neither one of you can pick up on social cues. If anything, you should take it as a sign that you two are perfect for each other." Lia shortly explained.

It didn't stop your brain from going a mile a minute.

A bomb was dropped; your mind needed time to let it scatter.

Sadly, your friends weren't as patient as you were. And neither was the car downstairs.

"What are you still doing here?" Ryujin's phone is now long discarded on the table and she's giving you a slight shove.

"Sitting?"

"Girl, if you don't go be brave and tell that girl how you feel before she leaves."

She basically pulled you off the couch and pushed you out the door, no room to even decline if you wanted to.

"Why are you so invested in this?"

"Annoyance." Ryujin answered at the same time as Lia, "Boredom, really."

But you're not given any time to respond as they decide it's time for you to get a move on, ushering you to the elevator like it's their job.

You almost forget to press the button.

The rattle of the machine you were trapped seemed louder today. Usually the elevator in the building was a silent killer, it moved quietly and quickly. Sometimes you didn't even notice it was moving.

Today?

You could hear every rope, every chain, so much so you could have sworn everything was about to snap and you were about to make headlines.

You thank whoever responsible for letting you get to the ground safely.

But then you step out and see outside, now you wished it would have plummeted to the bottom and not left any remains.

The JYP building entrance was basically all glass, you couldn't appear in front without being seen by literally anyone who happened to be lurking in the lobby.

The road was clear—and empty.

TWICE's vans to the airport were supposed to be out there, they were still supposed to be packing up for the year they were going to be on the road.

But they weren't.

You could pretend to be slightly disappointed but the pumping of your heart doesn't hear that.

You weren't going to see her for a while.

You wouldn't be able to hug her, see her face without a screen between you, or even hear her voice without that garbled noise you hated.

Your heart began thumping erratically. The severity hadn't dawned on you until now. Sure, she left a lot but this was the first time you actually had something valuable to say to her and you needed to say it before she left Korea.

You were lucky fate was on your side.

"Y/n?"

Her voice broke through the sounds of speeding cars on the road before you, coming out of the fictional fog like an angel was Jeongyeon, wearing the biggest coat you had ever seen in your life.

Like it was swallowing her.

"What are you doing out here?"

She runs up to you in slow motion, your mind makes you believe she's moving slower than normal since you can't breathe just from the sight of her.

"Looking for you," your teeth chattered with every word, shivering with the breeze.

She moves quickly, wrapping you up in the gigantic cocoon that was on her body. You press into her very easily.

"I was scared for a second. I thought you were gone."

She chuckles slightly, a cold smoke leaving her with the sound.

"No, the car wasn't moving so Jihyo had to call a tow truck. Her and our manager went with it so now we're waiting. They're on their way back." She gestures with her head to the group of girls behind her, all sitting on their suitcases, all doing something to pass the time.

"Good. I didn't want to miss seeing you off."

For the first time since you opened the front door, you felt warm. Not because the comically-large jacket was cradling you but because you had finally caught her eyes, sparkling and shining the way they always did when she was looking at you.

Although now there was meaning.

Meaning you were hoping to find if only you could just open your mouth.

"I was hoping you wouldn't. I've been looking for you, you know. You see us off all the time. It's like ritual at this point. I can't leave without saying goodbye to you first."

"Sorry, I took so long. I was trying to psych myself up to talk to you."

Her face crumpled in confusion. You tried not to melt at how cute it looked.

"Why didn't you tell me you liked me?"

Her face dropped. Any color that may have arrived when she saw you is gone. You had never seen her so stunned.

"What are you talking about?" You watch as the vein in her forehead pops out a little as she tries to throw you off her scent. It's very noticeable, now that you know to look for it.

"I'm talking about the fact that both of us have feelings for each other this entire time and neither one of us noticed."

Her face is tight, she's going through the motions you very recently had and soon enough, her gaze softens and she can't stop herself from bursting out a smile.

"What?"

"This whole time, I thought you didn't like me back." You pouted.

"I thought you didn't like me back!"

Damn, Lia was right. You two are perfect for each other.

For a second, you're quiet, staring at each other since you both have so much you want to say and you know you don't have enough time to say it all.

Especially when you hear the car pull back up behind her.

Jihyo's already screaming in anguish about how long it took for them to get the car working again and rushing the girls to pack back up so they could get on the road and back on schedule.

And just like you expected, the moment deflated. She'd be in the air before the day was over and you couldn't stay in her arms like this forever.

You know she's not going to let go first so you shake out of the jacket, opening the door immediately.

"I'm going to miss you when you're gone. I'll always do, of course. But this first time my desire for you to be here is a little different."

She reached for you dangerously, like she wanted to bring you with but she doesn't commit to it, her arm dropping when her leader called her name.

"It's fine," you shook it off. "I'll see you when you come back."

You turned around, going to fully enter the building because it was too freaking cold outside right now.

But she grabbed your elbow, effectively making you turn back around to see the desperate look glaring at you.

"But we have to talk about this."

"And we will — when you come back. But right now, you have to go."

Once again, Jihyo's shouting for her to get in the car like a mom at the end of her rope. Jeongyeon yelled back that she was coming, she was just saying bye to you.

"Wait for me. I promise we will talk about this when I come back. Don't give up on me." She squeezes slightly, tethering you to this moment so you wouldn't forget it in the months to come.

You didn't think it was possible.

"I won't."

And just in case you thought about letting it slip out of your brain the moment she was out of your sight, she grabbed you by the neck and pulled you in to press a harsh kiss into your cheek.

"I'll see you later?"

You don't trust your mouth to say anything coherent right now so you just give her an excited nod.

Your face is already on fire and you're not even fully in the building yet.

You kept her in your sights for as long as you could. You saw the car door close, everyone waved as they got further and further from you. Soon enough, they were just a speck. And you were just standing outside for no reason.

This wouldn't be the first time the cold was going to bite you.

The entire first month, you fight every urge to text her.

It seemed a little crazy in hindsight but at the same time, you didn't want to encroach at such a time when she needed to be on, a time where she wouldn't be able to give you her full attention.

Plus, you didn't want to explain how you felt over your phone's speaker.

So it was better to not speak to her at all.

She didn't notice anyway, not over everyone's screams.

You kept your head and your hands focused on other things.

You never really cared about your café job all that much since it was just something to put food on your table but with not much else to do, you take in everything about it.

You chip in a little more to make the space look nicer, getting your boss' permission to spice up the seating area, he even let you decorate the menu board a little more lively to get people's attention.

In fact, all of your art got the attention of one of your other co-workers.

You were sitting on your car in the parking lot, scarfing down your lunch as if it was going to run away from you. You couldn't understand why you were so hungry. It's not like this was your first meal of the day.

It was.

You don't realize she's watching until she see the shadow above.

"Hello." You greeted, mouth full of gas station food that you weren't done chewing yet.

She smiles. Her cheeks are a little rosy from the breeze and they plump up a little with her grin.

You'd return it—if everything wasn't going to fall out when you did.

"Hi, you did the dragon drawing out front, right?"

You nod, covering your mouth as you finally swallowed.

"How did you do that? I'm still learning how to do hands."

"I studied art."

"Really?"

"No," you snickered. "My friend and I got really high one night and googled tutorials to draw all the mythological animals for a comic idea. We forgot about the idea but I still can draw a dragon kind of well."

You didn't hear what you said until after. Your loose lips were always getting you in trouble and now you were spilling your guts to strangers.

Luckily for you though, she doesn't judge you and or shame you for making weird life choices, she instead just chuckled and claimed that something like that happened to her before.

She wasn't a narc, she was actually pretty cool.

Turns out she's been working her a little longer than you and was also still finding her way around. Not for lack of trying although since your boss was prehistoric and you really only saw him when it was paycheck time.

Everybody else who worked around you two weren't much in your age bracket either.

And being the two youngest people on staff?

It was very easy for you two to flock together.

You found out her name was Na-bi and that she was a real art student. She told you how badly she's trying to pay her way but how hard it is considering that school costs a lot.

You felt for her, it was very hard not to but you did.

So you gave her someone to talk to, someone to unload onto since she didn't have anyone. Another way to keep yourself busy and not notice how Jeongyeon's name calls to you in the middle of the night like a Green Goblin mask.

You try to focus on your new friend and what she's doing, it's better than longing for something you can't have, at least not yet.

During one of your usual chats with her, she spotted how she was losing you a little on every other word, like your brain was somewhere else, far away from the front counter right now.

"You okay, Y/n? You look a little lost."

You blinked yourself back into the building, suddenly feeling a little sheepish about letting your mind take you away during work.

"Sorry, I don't know what that was." You shook it off.

But that didn't make her stop worrying. You may have only been friends for a short week, but that didn't mean she cared for you any less.

It actually meant she cared more than all of your other colleagues.

"Do you want to tell me about it?" Her hand comes to rest on your shoulder to ground you, a gesture you're grateful for even if you don't show it.

With your best friend not at your right hand anymore, and most of your time spent at your job, the only person it felt like you talked to was Na-bi. But you hadn't spilled your guts to her.

"It's just that I confessed my feelings to my best friend before she went on her trip and now I'm not going to see her for a bit and it's tearing me up inside."

No one expected the squeal she let out, some of the customers even jumped a little.

"Sorry! Sorry. I just have never had a friend who's been in an active romantic plot. It's kind of exciting." She jittered.

You would have thought she was the one waiting for her love to return.

"Your life is literally like a tv show. Next thing you're going to tell me is that she's an idol, or something." Her chuckle rattled in your chest as she sauntered back into the kitchen.

If only she knew how right she was.

୨ৎ

Somehow, even across the world, your thoughts still remained intertwined because as your mind couldn't leave the topic of her, she couldn't stop thinking about you either.

As soon as the car pulled away from the sidewalk and Jeongyeon couldn't see you anymore, the mental picture of you returning upstairs without her felt damning.

How she wished she could deny all responsibilities just to turn around and kiss you like she wanted.

But alas, tour awaits and if she delayed them any longer, their manager was going to have her head.

You waited for each other this long, what's another year?

Turns out — it's agony.

But neither of you knew that.

Not that early.

They got to their first stop in no time. The girls checked into their hotel the moment they got there.

They all wanted to spread out, let their limbs rest after their hectic flight but they weren't allowed, not until they went through soundcheck.

Everything was the same, nothing too out of place.

The girls did every song they were performing that night, going over dances they've done a million times before it was second nature.

To the outside, it just looked like they were doing what was told to them.

But not from within.

Nayeon's been staring at the back of Jeongyeon's head since they arrived at the venue. She was curious on why her eyes were so locked in on her friend's hair. Usually it was because it was so silky but this time, she couldn't help but feel an anxious vibe coming off of her.

It wasn't normal for her, she usually is a little more sure of herself, especially when it came to performing.

Although today, her energy was a little sour.

And very not her.

Nayeon's gaze remained suspicious until they were on their way back.

Even in the car, she noticed Jeongyeon staying to herself, she wasn't poking or joking with anyone, she wasn't even humming the song the driver was playing.

"Ok, what's wrong?"

Jeongyeon kind of jumped, no one was talking prior to that outburst besides the hushed conversations going on behind them.

"What do you mean?" She wondered, in her head, it might have seemed like she was being mysterious, not showing her unease.

She was very wrong.

"What's with the pout, huh? A bird steal your sandwich or something?"

"This isn't some old French movie. I'm not going to curse at the sky with a mustache and a beret. I'm fine."

Once again, Nayeon's skeptic.

She quirked a brow at her friend.

"If you're fine, your face has some explaining to do. You've looked very heartbroken since we landed. What happened? Did you hurt yourself during the set?"

She chuckled, that would have been a way cooler version to be upset. She could milk it for the rest of the weekend, maybe get special treatment and sleep a little longer.

But this wasn't something she could fix with extra rest.

"I know it's a little early but I guess I just miss Y/n."

That took all the wind out of her sails, once your name was mentioned, she could see the entire picture. She didn't have to give anymore hints.

"Oh, that's what this is. You're all wound up because you miss your lady friend. You two are so dependent. Have you told her that you like her yet?"

Her gaze snapped to Nayeon's, somehow, she didn't expect anyone could tell. Then again, all the subtlety of a My Little Pony.

"Everyone knows about your crush. I'm surprised she doesn't, since you're always staring like it's your job."

That works too.

Her mouth forms a thin line, retreating out the window in embarrassment.

"For your information, I don't stare like it's my job. And she does know about my feelings. But since we were being rushed, we didn't really get to talk much. So now we're halfway around the world and I can't talk to my best friend because I don't want to have this conversation over the phone."

All of her words come out in a huff, one breath as she let all of her worries rush out like chains.

She had been holding it in since the ride to the airport.

It felt good to not keep it inside for once.

Well it did til she finally met Nayeon's eyes and she was beaming like the sun.

She reached over in no time to pinch her cheeks. She tried to swat her away to no avail.

"Aw! That is so cute! You love her." She teased.

"And this is why I never tell you anything now!"

Things stopped feeling so vexing about four months in.

You found a groove and once you actually began liking your job, it was kind of easy to fall into the mold that was becoming adulthood.

Na-bi had moved up the friend ladder as time went on. She wasn't best friend title since that was taken at the moment (even if not physically) but you were close. So much so you started hanging outside of work, having dinner at your house, and even divulging your lives to each other.

She told you how her mom didn't support her decision to move across the world to pursue a dream she didn't understand. They were stuck in a quarrel about said dream.

You finally came clean about your crush and told how she was right on the money, that she was an idol, in which she dramatically corrected by saying she was one of the most famous ones.

You didn't even realize you downplayed it, it happened out of habit.

She had always just been the same person to you, Jeongyeon, your best friend, never Jeongyeon from TWICE.

Although it was becoming harder to call her that when you had nothing to show for it. Not when your phone was basically shoving in your face that she was dancing and smiling with crowds of people that weren't you.

The two of you didn't stay detached with the tour, you refused it after a while. She still liked your stories whenever you found time to post, dropping a little message that could have just been hearted and disregarded.

And definitely not making your heart beat out of your chest like it was a full declaration.

You posted your aesthetic lunch that you were really proud of: she liked it and told you how cute it looked and that she missed you.

Pretty tame, you liked the message and parroted it back.

You added the kissy emoji but then deleted because you didn't want to sound too flirty.

Safe to say, you were teased for that action.

A sidewalk sign drawing you were really proud of for the week: she sent you hearts and complimented your talents like she normally did.

Your finger slipped and you admitted to her that her comment brought a heat to your cheeks.

She didn't send words back, just a smirking face.

By that point, everyone you knew was pointing fingers at you and laughing. You were the kingdom jester and all they did was come to you when they needed a giggle.

All you were good for really.

It was probably the reason everyone was coming over to your place on the weekend and not because they wanted to meet your friend from work.

You had promised Yeji you were going to make her pizza so it felt like the perfect time to invite them all over. However, someone let word spread that you were breaking out the pizza oven for the first time and it got over to Hyunjin and Jisung.

Somehow now you were cooking for nine.

They were lucky you didn't live in a shoebox anymore.

You could actually seat all these unwanted guests.

If only they didn't know where you lived.

୨ৎ

Tour seemed to drone on the way it always did when she was on the road this long.

Her back doesn't get used to the hotel beds but she learned there's no winning so she just kind of flipped over and bore it.

Every few days feels the same; singing, dancing, having all the energy in the world on stage so people don't see how actually tired she was and counting down the days until she can see you again.

Your life continues on as her stays where it always does.

She's on tour for the fiftieth time while you're moving up in the world, she found out from your phone calls.

Every so often, Jeongyeon is up at a random hour in a random tour stop and she just so happens to time it correctly to catch you in the timezone back home, and give you a call.

You're always so elated when she calls, like you had been waiting.

It's a different energy than the one on tour, it's refreshing.

You gushed about your promotion and all the new music the girls were working on, you sounded so..normal.

Like you weren't at all affected from being apart so long.

If you hadn't said you missed her, she might not have believed it.

And it didn't take long for her to notice she had been replaced in your circle of friends.

She hadn't completely seen her yet but she remember you mentioning her name in one of your chats as something about work you were talking about offhandedly.

It stung a little, hearing you had a friend she knew nothing about.

Someone else taking your attention the way she usually did.

And she couldn't even fight for it since she wasn't with you anymore, not the way she wanted.

She didn't even want to hold onto your romantic feelings, she didn't even know if you still felt them anymore, not when you hadn't brought it up to any capacity or called her first.

Maybe she was just bothering you and you wanted nothing to do with her.

She was just some idol who was bombarding on your life.

You did look quite happy without her.

On your stories for the most part.

When she didn't have time to actually contact you like she wanted, she would settle for just scrolling through your social media to see what you had been up to.

That's what she was preparing to do before she had to go on in a few hours anyway and then she noticed your close friends story.

You only posted on it when you had something that others weren't allowed to see, AKA when you were with your famous friends.

Tonight, you seemed to be having a pizza party with the ITZY girls and an already drunk Jisung. At least, it looked like he was, he was hanging off your couch upside down.

She didn't even realize the smirk pulling on her cheek at your antics.

Even from afar, you were still the cutest when tipsy.

She watched as you showcased everyone's drunk creations.

The face Hyunjin tried to create with toppings. The flowers Yuna very adequately made, even under the influence as you could tell from her eyes. She even chuckled when she saw your very bland cheese abomination.

But of course, her fun stalking spree had to be stopped when your 'new friend' made an appearance. This time, physically.

Supposedly, everyone at pizza night deemed her design the best one of the night.

She had seemed to mold her dough to look like a cat and she decorated it to look like Hello Kitty, all while drinking and apparently keeping up with everyone else.

It was very clear she was very creative.

It kind of made it hard to hate her.

Although that kind of flew out the window when she clicked over to the next picture and she was kissing your cheek.

It shouldn't have been a gut punch but it was.

She had done that exact thing almost 5 months ago, at the time, she deemed as something special considering it was the first time she had kissed you, even if it wasn't on the lips like desired.

It wasn't like Jeongyeon was the first person to kiss you on the cheek but she had intended the next time, that would be her too.

She didn't envision anybody else would be that close to you, not when that was her job.

"What are you staring at?"

Chaeyoung appeared in the corner of Jeongyeon's vision, suddenly sitting behind her as if she was always there and she just never noted it.

"What do you mean?"

"What do you mean 'what do I mean'? You've been playing face olympics with your phone for the past 15 minutes. I was just wondering if you needed me to call someone." She raised a brow.

Jeongyeon made a face of perplexity. "What is face olympics?"

She answered by contorting her features back and forth very over the top as if she's trying to get a laugh from a invisible audience.

"I thought you were having a stroke."

"I did not look like that!" She fought. "And I did not look like I was having a stroke."

She continued doing the bit even when the rest of the girls file in, all stopping to look at the weird faces Chaeyoung was making, some of them even taking pictures to giggle about later.

"Why does it look like you're having a stroke?" Mina inquired, demurely floating down into the seat beside her.

That was enough to make her stop, gesturing to the other woman.

"See?! You looked wild."

The loud noises cease all other conversations, now bringing all attention to the two girls bickering on the other side of this very wide green room.

"What's going on?" Sana chimed in, turning her body over to the action.

"Jeongyeon was making faces at her phone and she won't tell me why." Chaeyoung squinted her eyes at said victim, it was almost reminiscent of when your siblings tell on you when you're not doing anything wrong.

"Is it Y/n again?"

Nayeon doesn't even look up from her device, she's not even in the middle of the conversation. She's off to the side, commenting with absolutely no personal interest in the matter.

She just opened her mouth and put lightbulbs above everyone else's heads.

Everyone's mouths made 'O' shapes and now they were on her like moms when you tell them you have a boyfriend.

"Have you told her how much you love her yet?" Momo teased, rolling her eyes playfully.

"Is she sending pictures? Is that why you're blushing?" Jihyo poked her in her side a little, trying to get a snort to come out.

Jeongyeon just huffed.

"If you must know, this is what I was making faces at."

She flipped her phone around to all the other girls so they could see your story for all of its glory.

Their joint reaction is decently enough like hers that she doesn't feel so crazy for before.

"Is that girl kissing her on the face?" Chaeyoung is distraught as if her lover cheated on her, it's very hard to tell if it's still a joke or not but no one touches on it.

"Wait, I thought — didn't she tell you that she had feelings for you right before you left?" Nayeon tipped her glasses down similar to a teacher.

She nodded very obviously.

"Then who is that?" Momo gestured to the screen.

"Her 'friend' from work, Na-bi, I think her name was. Does it matter?" She puts quote around the word friend. She didn't know much about this character to consider her that highly.

There was no way you knew each other that well in 5 months.

"It absolutely does matter. What if she's moving on?" Chaeyoung's expressions are skewed again, this time into a frown.

"In 5 months?" Momo questioned.

"I've moved on quicker."

Once again, Nayeon muttered to herself, laying down another smackdown she didn't even know was in her hands.

It was just for the love of the game at this point.

She didn't want to be but Jeongyeon was in her head the entire show.

She had hoped no one could tell but from how things had gone earlier in the day, she couldn't be too sure.

In her head, she knew you didn't belong to her in any meaning of the word. But she had wished she meant more to you than that. That you were serious about your feelings as much she was. That you actually were awaiting the talk just like she was.

But she couldn't know that now, not with everything kind of up in the air for her.

In no time, the sun outside had disappeared.

Her thought prison had kept her locked in for so long that she fully blanked out a lot of her day.

She was back in her hotel room, Jihyo snoring in the bed right next to her. The moon peered down on her like a spotlight in an opera, it was so bright and overwhelming, it could have been fake.

She was in her pajamas, and yet she didn't feel like sleeping.

Not now, not when all of her questions kept coming back to you.

She had to call you, no matter what time it was over there. If you answered, cool, that was a good option. But if you didn't, she'd get your voicemail and she could give her message uninterrupted.

She would just have to wait.

She was prepared to take that chance.

She just had to do it without waking Jihyo up.

Jeongyeon snatched her phone off the charger with haste, her feet skittering across the marble floor as she snuck onto the balcony and shut the door.

Now it was just her, the big moon, and her phone, staring her in the face with your number and face painted on it.

She clicked it before she could talk herself out of it, pressing it to her ear.

It rang, and it rang, and it rang and eventually she did get to hear your voice but it was only to tell her how you missed the call. Plan 2 it was: unloading on your answering machine.

"Uh, hey, I know you're probably sleeping. Your night looked more eventful than mine and I was on stage." She tried to laugh but it came out incomplete.

She cleared her throat.

"But I just wanted to tell you that I was thinking about you and what you said before I left a few months ago. Actually, I think I'm always thinking about you. You're very hard to get out once you get into people's minds, do you know that?"

She reached out for the railing for some stability but it doesn't help much, she still feels like her legs were going to give out and she wasn't even talking to you.

"I hope I pop in your mind as much as you're in mine. I really like you, I just wanted you to know that. I might even l—" She slapped her hand over her mouth so fast, she almost dropped her phone.

She forced a clarity in her throat again.

"Sorry, something was in my throat."

She paused for a little too long before she spoke again.

"I should be in Paris by the time you get this. I remember how you said you wanted to go. I really wish you were here to see it with me. But I know our paths are parallel at the moment. Just—don't forget me, okay?"

She hangs up with a heavy heart and with even less answers than before.

Maybe it was just time for her to go to bed.

She had to be on again tomorrow anyway.

Her message gets to you in the middle of the night.

You didn't hear her calling since you flipped over and your phone fell out of your blanket, underneath your bed.

It wasn't found until you got up for the bathroom and saw it glowing.

Her name was the first thing you noticed.

The one time you sleep with your ringer off, and your best friend calls you out of nowhere.

Nausea hits you immediately.

You don't want to think about what she possibly could be calling for, all of the reasons you could think of were way too bad to be realistic.

You just decided to listen to what she left instead of making things up.

Your heart warmed at hearing her voice even if she sounded just as tired as you looked. She was babbling a little but you could hear how sincere she was.

She always sounded so sweet.

Somewhere in the nonsense, she found her main point; how you're always consuming her thoughts.

And then she says the words you don't realize that she hadn't said point blank to you before, not until this moment. Not until your heart actually stops.

She stuttered a little cutting herself off but you hear her fragment of a sentence, it's enough to wake you up fully.

But in her classic fashion, she deviates, going on to talk about the tour.

Her message doesn't end without crushing you first, because would it be a sad long-distance phone call if she wasn't saying things she wouldn't say to your face?

"Just—don't forget me, okay?"

Forget her?

How could something of that sort ever happen?

She was your best friend, had been for years. There was no one in the world who knew more of your secrets than her, no one who you were more comfortable with, no one you wanted to be with more than her.

How could she leave your head when she was cemented in there?

You couldn't live with her thinking you didn't care about her. You thought about calling her back but that was a little unreliable.

If you were going to talk to her, it was going to be to her face without anything in between it.

Which set you on a mad dash around your room to find clothes at this random hour of the night.

If you were going to talk to her, you needed to be in Paris.

Oh no, sounded like it was time for a vacation.

In your stupor, you dial Ryujin's number.

You knew she wasn't sleeping, she was usually okay at this hour, doing something she couldn't explain to you since you weren't with her the beginning of her random odd conquest.

She answered immediately.

"What are you still doing up? Isn't your day off tomorrow? I figured you'd be sleeping until you were needed." Her voice found you a little muffled, but not because of how bad your phone was but she seemed to be eating something.

In the middle of the night.

"That doesn't matter right now. Jeongyeon called me hours ago and I missed it. Long story short, I'm going to Paris to tell her I love her."

Things are quiet on the other side, no hints of her being there, you almost checked to see if you accidentally hung up.

"Finally, jeez! I have to ring Na-bi, she owes me money."

You listen in disbelief as she dialed your friend and added her to the call.

"Wait, so many questions. One, how do you have her number? And two, what did she bet you?" You slam your small carry-on closed. You don't plan on being there too long.

"We exchanged at your little pizza thing. I needed someone else to tease you with. And she didn't think you had it in you. Not like I did, anyway. She bet you were actually going to drive yourself mad and wait until they came back. I had hope that you were going to grow some balls." She laughed triumphantly. "I love being right."

Somehow, your friend answered too, going on the three-way instantly.

So, you were the only person not awake at the right time to answer your phone.

"Hello?" She sounded a little gruff, like she previously was snoozing.

"Y/n is about to hop a plane to Paris to finally tell Jeongyeon how much she loves her."

Again, there's quiet.

"I'm on my way over."

୨ৎ

Your lights have fully come on now and now there are two other girls in your space, not helping you pack but staring as you did so.

"I can't believe you're literally on your way to Paris right now to confess to your best friend that you love her. What are you, Belly Conklin?" Na-bi was in jubilation, wiggling like a chihuahua.

It was honestly kind of making you jitter too.

This was big, bigger than you was letting yourself think about at the moment. You were completely dropping your life for a few days to have a small Paris vacation for the weekend.

It was absolutely nuts.

But you'd be crazy to let it slip through your fingers again.

"Your life is officially more interesting than mine." She nudged you, causing you to let a smile break out.

"Mine too." Ryujin chimed in. "And I'm performing tomorrow."

You let out a deep breath, your hands retreating to your hips as you took stake at what was in front of you.

"You guys are not helping the nerves. I already bought the ticket."

That part you didn't think about, you knew it was going to take a bit to get over there and you knew Jeongyeon was already in Paris. You had to get there before she left. So you needed to be hasty.

But now it was wearing on you.

Just a little.

"It's going to be great!" They both gave you a good luck squeeze and shake, hoping to get all the nerves out of you.

It did not work.

But you were already here.

Na-bi and Ryujin drove you to the airport. The latter to see with her own eyes, the former to solidify her money.

They both hugged you like it was the end but mostly to quell the ever-growing pit they knew was in your stomach.

You hurried to your gate, not giving yourself a chance to turn around.

On the plane, you couldn't sit still.

Your fingers twiddled on your lap, you fiddled with the zipper on your bag, anything you could get your hands on, something to focus on instead of the long hours ahead of you.

But then you got tired because you had woke up in the middle of the night for this trip, you were knocked out for the remaining time.

It was good on you too, you didn't want to be tired when you saw Jeongyeon again for the first time in months.

Paris was kind of scary in the middle of the night. You figured most places must be but it looked like the city was not on, all lights off, it could have been haunted.

The TWICE concert was hours ago, the streets were clear and it seemed as though no one was here but you.

You still had Jeongyeon's location so you found their hotel no problem.

You gave it to the cabbie and he drove you over.

You were now well-rested but that didn't mean you weren't still fidgeting yourself to the moon.

Luckily, the driver didn't question the constant moving, you were scared he was going to think you were unstable or something.

You bolted the moment he pulled up.

Even the hotel was daunting, everything about it was loud and fancy, there wasn't really anyone working when you walked in, no bellhop taking suitcases in the way you expected in a place with a chandelier dangling above your head.

You hobbled up to the front desk, ringing the bell without another thought.

The old stuffy man working there looked at you with a stink in his eyes. It was almost as if he was mad that you were coming to a hotel at night right now.

"Bonjour." He's stale and monotone, very French. "How may I be of assistance?"

"This might sound a little weird. But I promise I'm not a creep." Not a good way to start, but you were going to drive a truck through it. "My friend is staying here and I was hoping you could tell me what room she was in, I'm trying to surprise her."

He puts his ridiculously small glasses on and went to the computer, typing in an obnoxious amount of characters before turning back to you.

"Name?"

"Jeongyeon. Yoo."

He squinted at you, pushed the glasses down until the clattered on the counter.

"Do you know how many fans I had fight out my lobby today because that girl group's in town? I felt up to my ears in teenage girls. You would have thought One Direction came back. Do you think I'm dumb?"

You shook your head rapidly.

"It's not like that. We've been friends for years. I wouldn't lie."

"Right, and I'm Harry Styles. Take a hike!"

Your shoulders dropped in despair. You knew it was kind of a long shot but you had hoped French people were a little more trustworthy. It was a miscalculated speculation.

You turned around with a slump, you didn't want to believe you were giving up, you just didn't want to loiter.

That's when the elevator dinged.

Your eyes followed the loud noise, and you were happy you did.

Your best friend appeared in her coat (her size), in all her tired glory.

She lit up once she saw you, a smile bursting out on her face as she ran up to you to grip you up, crushing you completely and not caring about it, not anymore.

"Sorry, I'm late. I came as quick as I could." Your words are lost in her hair but you figured she heard you because her body rattles with her laugh.

"I missed you, like so much."

She's holding you as if you're something precious, cradling your close, her arms wrapped tightly around your torso like a belt.

"I missed you too."

She took your bag from you with her free hand, the other one tightening around you as she ushered you over to the elevator and to her room.

The two of you sat for a while in silence.

You sat on the edge of the bed, legs wiggling with anticipation.

She was right next to you, just staring. She was just trying to make sure you were real. Either one of you could have still been sleeping right now and you wouldn't be able to tell.

"So, how was your show?" You smiled.

"It was fine. Not better than seeing you though."

She's back on you in no time, bending to burrow into your chest. It's enough force to push you down into her fluffy bed.

"What are you doing here?"

"You called. I wanted to talk to my best friend."

She nodded and then she prompted that maybe this would be way easier if you took a night walk. Not wanting to pass up the chance to see more of Paris in the dark, you agree.

It's a little less creepy with Jeongyeon by your side, her clutching your hand like you were going to leave, it was grounding.

It gave the eeriness a poetic feel, it made sense why people painted it.

Cobblestone rattled under toes, you were grateful for your past self for thinking to pack better shoes than your fuzzy boots. Wind whooshed past your ear, whistling a song to fill in the silence between your steps.

"So," she swung your arm a little, rattling you like she's trying to get you to ignite. "What do you think of Paris? Everything you dreamed of?"

You grimaced, the empty hoots of owl illuminating all the glamour of your first look. "Definitely. Although, I'll wait to pass my judgement until I see what the day life look like."

Her gaze snapped to you.

"You're staying?"

"I mean my best friend invited me so.."

She smirked.

You walked further down the path, tugging her alongside you once she stopped.

You didn't notice but naturally, you drifted together like icebergs, huddling away from the slight breeze you weren't prepared for.

"I didn't mean to miss your call."

Everything quieted once you said that, you said the code word.

"I just didn't think you would contact me that late. I just figured you'd be tired after performing so I would have been an afterthought."

The little crease between her eyebrows got prominent, now she was rocking the scowl. She pulled your arm back, making you stop and look at her confused.

"When have you ever been an afterthought to me?"

You shrugged. "I don't know. This tour seems a little tougher. We don't talk as much as I would like to."

She doesn't stop the subtle disgust that wash across her face.

"Oh? Is that why you're making pizza with other women and letting them kiss you?"

You feel like a physical question mark forms over your head. You wanted to pretend you didn't remember what she was talking about but flashes of your bad decisions still haunted you right now.

Alcohol makes people do wild things.

"It was just a cheek kiss, Jeongie. You're acting like we were making out."

"You might as well had been!"

You eyed her with disbelief.

"Is this what you meant when you said 'don't forget me'? Did you think I was replacing you or something?"

Suddenly she's looking at the building behind you, the bags floating in the sky are more interesting than making eye contact with you.

"Hey," your hands comes up to her cheek, your touch is firm, tilting her head until she was forced to see you. "Look at me. Tell me what's up."

"It's just I kissed you like that months ago. How do I know that it meant anything to you if you're letting everyone nibble on your cheeks?"

A small laugh escapes you.

"Jeongyeon. Do you think I would have hopped a plane in the middle of the night if it meant nothing? I bought a ticket sporadically because you called and I was worried. You're my best friend."

Crushing words to someone who's been panicking.

She pushed your hand away, turning back to not meeting your stare.

"That's it?"

"Well..yeah. You're always going to be my best friend. No matter how attracted we are to each other or how much we love each other. Even when you're my girlfriend, you're still going to be my best friend."

Her pupils dilated under the Parisan streetlights. Her cheeks gained a new red hue, not caused by the sudden chill.

She could have sworn you could hear her heart beating out of her chest in the tranquil.

"What? You want me to be your girlfriend?"

"This is coming from the girl who called ME in the middle of the night just to tell me how much she liked me and how much I was occupying her mind." You nudged her a little, making a stray laugh fall.

This moment could have been plucked perfectly out of a movie, just as Na-bi had said, it was cinematic and immaculate.

The perfect moment to come in closer until you're sharing the same breath, you can feel her body heat burning you but it's not the kind you wanted to jump away from, but the kind you leaned into.

"You do pop in my mind. To be honest, I don't think you pop, you never leave. Not to sound creepy but you don't just occupy, you are wall-to-wall, embedded in my head, not leaving room for anything else. I have liked you since we met."

All tension leaves her shoulders, she fully focuses on you in the dark and you are luminous enough that she doesn't need to see anything else, it wasn't important.

Not like this was.

You lean in slow at first, just bumping your forehead with hers.

You listened as she held her breath, not wanting to breach the next thing. She thought she was going to pass out.

Not from performing in front of gobs of people but from you just rubbing your nose against hers. Instinctively, her eyes shut.

And then you ask that magic question she had wanted to hear so many months ago.

"Can I kiss you?"

She doesn't even trust her mouth to answer you properly, she just gives you a weak nod.

You had imagined this countless times before you finally got to it; where your hands would go, how she would react, how soft her lips would be.

And it was as magical as expected.

Her arms circled you, gripping into her body tighter like she was trying to get you two to become one. She might have crushed her nose a little from the force but she didn't care, everything else was too much.

You almost fall backward but she's strong, she holds you in place with all the confidence of someone who wasn't planning on letting go.

You were as hungry as she was, you had been longing for this too. Your tongue was on her fast, tracing her bottom lip as if you were asking for permission.

It's almost involuntary how her mouth opened when she gasped. It gives you ample time to bombard her.

You had kissed people before but never like this.

Years of pent-up attraction overwhelms the senses and rips your breath out of you forcefully. Your brain was basically soup, any and all other distractions were gone from vision, all you could feel was the plush of her lips.

That and your hand that had threaded in her hair.

Much to your dismay, she pulled away, out of breath.

You fight all urges to lean back in, your lungs are screaming too loud.

"That was better than I pictured it." Your words all come out on an exhale.

"What flavor is your chapstick?"

"Mango sunrise. I bought in the airplane gift shop. I wanted to be prepared."

She tries to chuckle but she's also fighting for oxygen. That doesn't stop her although from leaning in once more, pecking your lips for another taste.

"You are something else, you know that?"

Your laugh comes out hoarse but still light.

Unprecedentedly, the butterflies in your stomach were attacking you no longer, even if she took your breath away, you finally felt at ease just in her grasp.

"As long as I taste good."

"Oh, you do."

In a haze, she's still craving some type of skin so she started peppering kisses along your jaw.

You absentmindedly tilt your head up, to give her more room. Then you realized you were still in the public, doing this.

You tried to pry her off unsuccessfully but all you can feel is the tickle.

"Maybe we should go back to your room? And out of the cold, huh, babe?"

That's enough to get her off of you, staring at you with a wild lustful look in her irises.

She moved quicker than you had ever seen in your life, pulling you down the trail you just walked all over again, back to her hotel room.

EPILOGUE

Nayeon's been trying to sleep for the past hour but for some reason, Jeongyeon has been making unheard of sizes of ruckus. So much so it sounded like she was in there with multiple people.

Lifting weights.

Groans and whines vibrated off the wall, not enough for the whole floor to hear but just enough to bug her and make sure she was not well-rested for her day tomorrow.

She tried pressing a pillow to her ears, putting on her headphones. She even tried to look up one of the white noise videos to drown it out.

But nothing was working.

She thought about just texting her friend, telling her to keep it down, that other people were trying to sleep on this floor. But it didn't seem like enough, she needed to get the noise to cease now.

She angrily thrusted her bunny slippers on and snatched her fuzzy robe off the chair with a gruff.

She stomped over with all the fury of a woman cheated out of her hours.

She banged on the door; if she could make the noise, she could stand to hear it.

"What is going on in there?" She whispered as if she could hear through the door. And she must've because the sound stopped.

"People are trying to sleep."

There was a bunch of scuffling around, things being pushed around, legs scattering around like they were hoping to get out before Nayeon realized they were in there.

Soon enough, her friend appeared and opened the door.

"Yeah, hi. Are you having an orgy in here?"

Her eyes slim as if what she said was wild.

"What do you mean?"

"What do I mean? The sounds. Through the wall. It sounds like porn."

It was just a joke in the beginning, just razzing because she was sleep-deprived. But then she actually looked at Jeongyeon.

Her hair was tousled in the style of a movie star, she looked like when a fictional character woke up with messy hair. Her shirt is buttoned incorrectly. And most significantly, all the purple bruises that painted her skin.

Now Nayeon was the confused one.

"Wait, are you seriously having sex in there? With who?" She stood up on her tippy toes in hopes of getting a glimpse of whatever Parisian her friend might have invited into her bed. But Jeongyeon pulls it shut slightly.

"No one!"

All of her composure diminishes when you cough behind her, muttering a sorry that causes a hefty eye roll.

When she looks back to Nayeon, she's cheesing like Spongebob.

"Y/n's in there, isn't she?"

Jeongyeon's quick to shake her head but it's unconvincing.

"Hi, Y/n." She greets past her shoulder.

"Hey, Nay." You replied.

"Aw! She came to Paris for you?! You two are so cute!" Nayeon sung, she reaches out to tickle like she had done before but Jeongyeon's faster this time, pushing her back down the hallway to her room.

dance practice is quieter, slower, and less impactful today.

everyone can tell right off the back that no one is making much of any progress, and so it's cut short. nayeon is the first to leave, having a busy schedule. two thirds of misamo heading out, followed by the others soon after - leaving just you as well as jihyo and momo, who stayed to actually practice.

you lingered, having no schedule to head to, knees pressed against your chest and your head resting on the tops of your thighs as you watched the two ambitious members re-dance beat after beat. their scents coated the room. twice's alphas. the only two in the group, actually. you felt safer staying here, especially because you were currently in the midst of your heat cycle. you'd taken the suppressants, so you weren't worried about being near them, and your softer scent didn't appear to be throwing them off any.

"lets take a break," jihyo nods, cutting off the music and walking over to her bag near you. she crouches, looking up with a soft smile. "hanging in there?"

momo sighed from her position in the middle of the room, glancing back and running a hand through her recently lightened locks. you give a tiny smile and a nod. "...yeah, doesn't feel too weird."

jihyo hums, slipping her water bottle up and taking a slow drink. she sighs as she sets it down. "well, let us know if you start feeling weird, yeah? might need to give you a new dose."

momo stayed quiet during the exchange, but nodded along with jihyo's words, her hand idly rubbing the back of her neck. a wave of her scent pushed, curling intently around you. it felt like a hug, one of which you gratefully accepted. she didn't need to outwardly voice her care for you in order to make it known that she cared. and that - you appreciated.

your eyes danced back to jihyo, who watched the exchange closely. you glanced over her jaw and down to her juncture. the indentation of a soft mark had been made years ago. you'd seen it then - everybody had. but nobody questioned it. nor did they question when momo had entered with her own equally large mating mark. it was quietly accepted and passed on, and anytime the single members of twice needed help during their heat cycles, they knew who to come to.

jihyo's eyes found yours. a slow smile formed. "...why didn't you come to us? when it..started."

you paused, thinking it over. momo and jihyo were both very fine alphas, and they'd so diligently helped all the girls out with their heat cycles when requested. but the thought had hardly crossed your mind. slowly, you shrug. "i'm used to handling it myself, I think? i figured I wouldn't try to take up more of your time. especially with the new comeback, and all the practices we have to do."

"it's better to handle it." momo finally spoke, her voice soft yet lower than usual. she took a step toward the two of you, and jihyo's head snapped over. they shared a look - but momo pressed on. "your heat slows us down, in the long run. don't you think? we can't focus too well, even if you are on suppressants. and all of the omegas today knew about your cycle and were on edge."

your cheeks burn. jihyo scoffs. "they weren't on edge-"

"nayeon's scent spiked everytime she walked near her," momo shook her head. "and jeongyeon kept side glancing her. we should just handle her cycle and get it over with so the practices go smoother."

jihyo squints.

you soften. "she makes a point."

the leaders eyes now shift to you. she sucks in a breath. "but- is that something you'd want..? you've never asked us for something like this. I... I assumed it was very intimate for you."

"it is, but-" you gently shift in your seat, scent wavering. both alphas' noses twitch. "I know you guys. I feel safe with the two of you. and momo's right, I can't keep holding us up in practices because I feel a little hot."

momo's eyes track your every movement. slowly, her voice falls to a whisper. "so it's settled, then?" she looks to jihyo. "we'll help her?"

jihyo sighs through her nose, holding your gaze for a few long moments before releasing the tension in her shoulders and nodding gently. "...we'll help her."

-

the bed dips slowly as momo settles behind you, jihyo leaning against the wall nearby. the suppressants have long worn off, leaving you pliant in the eldest's touch.

her scent is thick and heavy in the walls of the room, roping around you and pressing your body back against hers as she greedily sniffs at your juncture, her hands exploring up and down your waist. you don't need to see, you know she's hard. the feeling of her pressed against your back end makes you weak in the knees - but your eyes are unable to leave jihyo's. she's calculating, squinting here and there as she watches her alpha tease your body.

"you smell divine," momo rasps, sliding your shirt up and off. you whimper as the cold of the room bites your skin, and jihyo subtly reaches for the thermostat, turning it higher. the older alpha drags her hands up your body, sighing into your neck and placing down a series of warm, wet kisses. you tremble slightly, whimpering in her hold. "...so cute.."

her hands meet your breasts through their bra, squeezing and kneading, puffing up your nipples with each tug. she slides your bra up, freeing your chest, and playing slowly with the hardened peaks there. you squirm softly, feeling so exposed - but not because of the way momo touches you, but because of the way jihyo watches.

she can't seem to look away as momo nips your jaw, making you gasp. at the way you head slides back softly, her girlfriend's eyes meeting her own as she teases your nipples and slides her dominant hand down to your panties, pushing past them and putting on and erotic display as your hips buck, a shy moan escaping.

the slick between your legs is wet and heavy with the scent of arousal. it practically coats momo's fingers as she runs her middle and ring up from the bottom to the start of your slit, gathering it up and raising her rhand up and out for jihyo to see.

"look at how wet she is, darling..."

jihyo makes a stiff noise across the room, discreetly looking down and adjusting her pants. you look back over - and it clicks. sure, both women were alpha's, and you, the sole omega in the room. but momo was in charge - not jihyo, for once. the way she had obediently ducked her head said it all, coupled with the fact that she hadn't even joined you at the bed.

she was waiting on momo's every command.

a shot of arousal slipped down to your core, and momo hummed as your scent spiked deliciously. "seems like someone figured it out," she cooed, bringing her hand back to your panties and now rubbing you up and down from the outside. you whimpered, hips bucking. "jihyo's such a cute little alpha, don't you think? especially when she's like this.."

you whimper, but it's clear momo expects an answer. "y-yes.."

"good girl," momo drops the title like it's nothing, her fingers looping around the band of your panties and tugging them clean off. she parts your legs and looks up, her finger hooking and waving over jihyo who obediently strides over, throat bobbing with a heavy swallow. and all it takes is one word from momo. "eat."

jihyo slips onto the bed and down onto her stomach, glancing up into your eyes and then to momo, before she leans in. her tongue is eager, lapping at your slick folds and coating them in her saliva. instantly, your eyes roll back. your thighs tickle with the need to slam shut, but momo keeps them open, applying a warning nip to your jaw - of which you heed obediently. jihyo's tongue, however, is like heaven.

it swirls around your clit and dips back into your folds, lewd sucks and groans tumbling from her lips as she laps up every ounce of your slick arousal, before leaning in even further. her nose brushes up against your clit as she moves, making out with your pussy and pushing her tongue inside of you with ease. you clench around the wet muscle, whimpering at the sensation. meanwhile, momo moves back to your breasts again, teasing and playing with them to work you up.

her erection presses needily against you from behind, an she subtly sits off to the side - giving you all the hint you need. your hand falls over, wrapping around her cock (of which she already tugged from it's confinding boxers) and giving an experimental stroke. momo growls into your ear, and you take it as a good sigh, sliding your hand up and down in a faster motion. from what you heard from the other girls during their cycles, momo appreciated getting all the attention during sex. at first you had shrugged it off as her being more of a bottom.

god, were you wrong.

jihyo continued to eat you out, her own hand slipping down and adjusting herself in her boxers and sweats. she didn't dare touch herself, however. not until momo lowly growled an okay, busy with sucking dark spots onto your neck. jihyo whined into your cunt, reaching and tugging down her panties and boxers. she leaned up on her knees, stroking her cock quickly as precum drizzled.

you were pushed forward by momo, who took up the space behind you, her coxk nuzzling your folds from behind. you hand't eve realized you were on all fours all of a sudden. but momo gave a shove in, fitting half of her thick cock in one go, and you thrust forward from the sensation, taking some of jihyo's cock in your lips. both women groaned, and jihyo's scent coated the walls instantly, being overpowered quickly by momo's stronger, thicker one. the older thrust further into you, making sure her knot was nice and snug, before popping out and back in in the form of shallow thrusts.

"fuck, so wet.." the eldest whispered, as jihyo gently guided you head back and forth on her cock. each thrust made you slightly gag around her, teeth just barely scraping her knot. but jihyo fucking loved it. she whimpered each and everytime you did so, thrusting her hips up.

"a-ah..goddamn.." whispered the younger, her hand sliding to grip a chunk of your hair as you inadvertantly deepthroated her.

momo's cock was thick and filling, pushing you to your limit each and everytime she thrust in, hitting your womb. but god did you love it, she felt so damn good, pulsing within you, nuzzling your walls, kissing your womb, stretching you out like you were nothing but a damn ragdoll. your heat made the warmth in your chest blossom quickly, the effects of your incoming orgasm already taking place as momo made a noise to jihyo, who quickly pulled out of your mouth.

"a-ah..what are you-"

"shh, shh," jihyo whispered softly, watching momo readjust. you were tugged up, the print of her thick cock crowning in your tummy as a big bulge. jihyo moved closer, rubbing her cock's tip against your clit as she slid down to your already full hole. momo lifted you easily, and you had only a second to squint, before you were shoved back down. a loud scream-like moan escaped your lips, and you fell forward slightly against jihyo's strong body as two cocks filled your pussy.

your orgasm rocked through you almost immediately. intense pleasure blinded by pain. jihyo dropped a kiss on your shoulder, her cock pulsing. meanwhile momo rubbed your back, giving you time to adjust. after a few long moments however, the couple used your slick cum to their advantage, lifting you up slightly and seating you back down.

thrusting while two cocks filled you was hard, and their motions became sloppy very quickly. jihyo moved your head, pressing sloppy kisses to your lips, and momo grunted from behind, taking you from her and pressing equally wet kisses against your lips.

you were passed around so easily as they fucked deep into your abused cunt, and it didn't take long for their own climaxes to build. the feeling of being enveloped by your wet heat, along with their cocks brushing together, scents mingling, sent them nearly over the edge. jihyo squeezed your hips, momo reached around to rub your clit, overstimulating you into a brief, quicker orgasm as she slammed you down a final time.

simultaneously, both alphas' bit your neck. you whined out - hot cum gushing into your womb easily. momo was the first to pull off your neck, lifting you up and down quickly. "fuck, take it, baby, take our pups.."

jihyo groaned, tugging off and licking the wound. "gonna get you nice and full..ah, fuck.."

your head went dizzy at the words. your cunt clenched eagerly around them, and both alpha's felt renewed passion enter them. they both tugged out once their knots had shrunken, leaving cum leaking from your gaping hole. gently, momo bent and kissed your head.

"you take us so well.."

jihyo shifted softly, rubbing your twitching thighs. she swallowed, hiding the way her cock hardened, seeing a mix of hers, momo's and your own cum leaking from your reddened pussy. "...again."

momo glanced back, and you whined.

"are you-"

"again."

and this time, it was momo who complied, nodding along. she looked down at you. "rest, angel. let us handle this."

and obediently, exhaustion took over as your eyes slipped shut.

but deep down, a warm sense of appreciation nuzzled it's way in.