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gabs / any variation of gabby 19. black & hispanic. masc lesbian. she/her. dm’s are always open.

this blog has no age range anyone can read my stories. i do not write smut unless requested. my taglist.

requests (open) what i usually write: member x fem!reader. open to: member x member and member x member x fem!reader (currently writing for le sserafim, twice, illit, and katseye)

“We can be anything”

“Whatever you want”

“I’ll be whatever you want”

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SO SO.. my request is where r and lsfm (separate) are already dating in this scenario(?)

The idea is that r would always be dressing in fem presenting clothes like lolita and ruffles and all kyuute!!! But then all of a sudden they dress like a damn butch or stud one day just for a reaction from the members 😭😭 I just think that would be hilarious to read and brownie points if r voice is like super high or cutesy too with these grunge ass clothes like giving magical girl in a black and white murder mystery type vibes 🥹✌️

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syn: when le sserafims coquette, all pink girlfriend decides to switch up for one day

tags: just fluff

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a/n: thank you for the request! much love xx

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sakura

Sakura had been home for all of thirty minutes when the familiar chime of her apartment’s keypad echoed through the living room.

She didn’t think much of it.

You had her passcode.

“Door’s open,” Sakura called, eyes still fixed on the game paused on her monitor.

The door clicked shut behind them.

“I’m here.”

A smile tugged at Sakura’s lips.

The voice was enough. Soft, sweet, almost sing-song. The same voice that always greeted her after schedules, usually followed by the rustle of shopping bags filled with ribbons or some new accessory you had convinced yourself you absolutely needed.

“One second,” Sakura replied.

She finished what she was doing before pushing herself out of her chair.

“You can put your stuff on the—”

Her words stopped.

You stood by the entrance with one hand still resting on the strap of a black crossbody bag.

Everything about them was…

Black.

An oversized button-up hung open over a fitted tank. Loose cargo jeans pooled slightly around a pair of simple sneakers, silver rings catching the light every time they adjusted the bag on their shoulder. A thin necklace rested against their collarbone, matching the bracelets around one wrist.

The only thing that looked familiar was the tiny plush bunny keychain clipped to the zipper.

You caught her staring.

“…Hi?”

Sakura blinked once.

“You changed.”

You looked down at yourself before smiling.

“I did.”

Another quiet second passed.

“You don’t like it?”

“I didn’t say that.”

“You’ve been looking at me for, like… ten seconds.”

“I know.”

You laughed under your breath.

Sakura walked closer, stopping just in front of you.

She wasn’t trying to make you uncomfortable.

She was just…

Looking.

Yesterday, you had shown up in a cream-colored dress with lace cuffs and tiny bows sewn along the hem. Your phone case had little pearls glued around the edges, and you’d spent half the afternoon complaining that the ribbon in your hair wouldn’t sit straight.

Today…

If Sakura hadn’t heard your voice before turning around, she might’ve done a double take.

“You tucked your hair in,” she said eventually.

You reached up automatically.

“Oh. Yeah.”

“It took me a second.”

“I wanted it to look shorter.”

“It does.”

You shifted your weight.

“I found the outfit online.”

“I can tell.”

“…Is that a bad thing?”

“No.”

Sakura’s answer came easily.

“It just surprised me.”

You seemed relieved enough by that answer that you finally slipped your shoes off and wandered farther into the apartment.

“I’ve been dressing the same forever.”

“You like dressing the same.”

“I do.”

You smiled to yourself as they looked down at you rings.

“But sometimes I see people wearing stuff like this and think it looks cool.”

“So you wanted to try it.”

“Mhm.”

Sakura hummed quietly.

It wasn’t impossible to picture you in black.

It was just…

Unexpected.

You still had the same strawberry lip tint on.

Their nails were still painted a pale pink.

When they reached into the crossbody bag to pull out a drink they’d bought on the way over, Sakura caught a glimpse of a tiny pink hand sanitizer hanging inside.

Nothing about you had actually changed.

Only the clothes had.

“You’ve been quiet,” you said after a moment.

“I’m thinking.”

“That’s dangerous.”

A small laugh escaped Sakura before she could stop it.

“It usually is.”

You held out the iced drink you’d brought.

“I got your favorite.”

Sakura accepted it with a quiet thanks.

Your fingers brushed.

The rings felt cold against her hand.

She glanced down without meaning to.

“You’ve never worn this many.”

“I borrowed them from my sister.”

“They suit you.”

You looked up.

“You think so?”

“I do.”

The smile that spread across your face was immediate.

Not smug.

Just… happy.

It made Sakura’s chest feel unexpectedly light.

“You were worried I’d hate it.”

“…Maybe.”

“You’ve asked me three times.”

“I know.”

“I’ve said the same answer every time.”

“I know.”

You scratched the back of your neck.

“I don’t know. It just feels different.”

“It is different.”

“I feel like I look like someone else.”

Sakura studied them for another second.

“No.”

You tilted your head.

“No?”

“You still look like you.”

You glanced down at your clothes again.

“Really?”

“Mhm.”

“You don’t think I look weird?”

“I think you look like someone trying something new.”

There was something about that answer that seemed to settle you.

You let out a small breath.

“I almost changed before I came.”

“Why?”

“I thought you’d laugh.”

“I probably would’ve.”

You frowned.

“…Mean.”

Sakura smiled into her drink.

“I would’ve laughed because I wasn’t expecting it.”

You nudged her shoulder.

“I even practiced looking cool.”

“You practiced?”

You nodded with complete sincerity.

“I stood in front of the mirror.”

“…Doing what?”

“I don’t know.”

“You don’t know?”

“I was trying to figure out where people put their hands.”

Sakura looked at them.

Then down at the oversized shirt.

The rings.

The all-black outfit.

Then back at your face.

“…You practiced posing.”

You covered your face with one hand.

“When you say it out loud, it sounds embarrassing.”

“It is a little.”

“I knew I shouldn’t have told you.”

“I’m glad you did.”

You peeked through their fingers.

“You are making fun of me.”

“A little.”

You groaned dramatically before flopping onto Sakura’s couch.

“I knew I should’ve committed to the mysterious look.”

“You smiled before you even got through the door.”

“I couldn’t help it.”

“I know.”

“You smiled too.”

“I did.”

You looked over at her.

“So…”

Sakura raised an eyebrow.

“…Would you wear matching outfits with me?”

She looked down at your all-black clothes before back at her own oversized gray hoodie and sweatpants.

“I don’t think I own enough black.”

You grinned.

“We can fix that.”

Sakura shook her head, unable to stop the smile that followed.

“…One outfit.”

“Really?”

“One.”

Your eyes lit up.

“I already have ideas.”

“I figured.”

“And maybe a silver necklace.”

“One outfit.”

“…A jacket?”

“One.”

You laughed, scooting over until your shoulder rested comfortably against Sakura’s.

After a minute, Sakura reached over without thinking, absentmindedly turning one of the silver rings around your finger.

“…I still think you look like you.”

You looked at her.

“Just in different clothes.”

For some reason, that was the compliment that made you smile the most.

Chaewon

Chaewon was halfway through cleaning the kitchen when she heard the apartment door unlock.

“You can come in,” she called, drying her hands on a dish towel.

“I brought food!”

Your voice floated through the apartment, as bright as always.

Chaewon smiled to herself.

“Please tell me you remembered my order this time.”

“I did!”

“You said that last week.”

“I actually did this time.”

Chaewon laughed under her breath as she rounded the corner.

“…”

She stopped walking.

You stood in the doorway balancing a takeout bag in one hand and two drinks in the other.

Black button-up.

Black tank.

Baggy cargo jeans.

Simple sneakers.

Silver jewelry wrapped around nearly every finger.

You smiled the second your eyes met.

“I got your favorite.”

Chaewon looked from the drinks.

To you.

Back to the drinks.

“…Who’s that?”

You blinked.

“What?”

“My girlfriend was supposed to come over.”

“I am your girlfriend.”

“Hm.”

You frowned.

“I don’t like that ‘hm.’”

Chaewon walked over, taking one of the drinks from your hand before circling them once.

Not dramatically.

Just enough to look.

You turned with her.

“…What are you doing?”

“I’m checking.”

“For what?”

“I don’t know yet.”

You laughed.

“I wanted to wear something different.”

“I noticed.”

“I’ve been dressing really girly forever.”

“You like dressing girly.”

“I still do.”

You glanced down at the oversized shirt.

“I just wanted to see if I could pull this off.”

Chaewon looked at them for another second.

“You can.”

Your eyebrows lifted.

“…That was fast.”

“I’m honest.”

“You usually think about compliments first.”

“I already did.”

You couldn’t hide the smile that crept onto your face.

“Really?”

“You look good.”

A beat.

“…It’s just weird.”

You gasped.

“Kim Chaewon.”

“What?”

“You can’t compliment me and insult me in the same sentence.”

“I didn’t insult you.”

“You said I look weird.”

“I said it’s weird.”

“That’s basically the same thing.”

“It’s not.”

You narrowed your eyes.

“It absolutely is.”

Chaewon reached over, absentmindedly fixing the collar of your shirt where it’d folded inward.

“No.”

She smoothed the fabric flat before taking a small step back.

“You still sound like yourself.”

“…Okay?”

“You still have strawberry lip tint on.”

You instinctively touched your lips.

“You noticed?”

“You still have the bunny keychain hanging off your bag.”

You looked down.

“Oh.”

“And your phone case is pink.”

You pulled your phone out.

It was.

Covered in tiny hearts.

“…I forgot to change that.”

“You weren’t trying to.”

You looked back up.

“No.”

“You just changed your clothes.”

You nodded.

“Yeah.”

Chaewon shrugged.

“So it’s weird.”

You stared at her for a second before breaking into laughter.

“You’ve said ‘weird’ like five times.”

“Because it is.”

“I thought you’d freak out more.”

“Why would I freak out?”

“I don’t know.”

“I’ve seen you in worse.”

You blinked.

“…Worse?”

“You remember those giant platform shoes?”

“They were cute.”

“They looked painful.”

“They were painful.”

Chaewon smiled.

“I know.”

You set the food down on the kitchen counter before leaning against it.

“So…”

Chaewon raised an eyebrow.

“…Do I look cool?”

She didn’t answer right away.

Instead, she looked at you again.

The oversized shirt.

The rings.

The loose jeans.

If she ignored everything above the shoulders…

Honestly?

You looked like someone she’d avoid making eye contact with on the subway.

Then you smiled.

A tiny, impossibly sweet smile.

“…Hi,” they said quietly.

There it was.

The same smile.

The same voice.

The same person she’d been dating for months.

Chaewon shook her head.

“I can’t take you seriously.”

You looked offended.

“Why not?”

“You look like you’re about to ask someone for their wallet.”

“I said hi.”

“I know.”

“I even smiled.”

“I know.”

You puffed out your cheeks.

“You are impossible.”

“You make it difficult.”

“I do not.”

“You look intimidating.”

“I apologized to the cashier because my card declined.”

“…Exactly.”

You groaned.

“I can’t win.”

“You weren’t trying to.”

“I kind of was.”

Chaewon laughed.

“I knew it.”

“I wanted you to think I looked cool.”

“I do.”

You paused.

“You do?”

“Mhm.”

“But?”

“But now I know you can somehow pull off two completely opposite styles.”

You smiled to yourself.

“I was nervous.”

“I could tell.”

“How?”

“You’ve been asking for my opinion every two minutes.”

“I have not.”

“You asked if I liked it.”

“…Once.”

“You asked if you looked weird.”

“…”

“You asked if you looked cool.”

You sighed dramatically.

“…Maybe I was a little nervous.”

Chaewon reached for one of your hands, turning it over.

The silver rings caught against her fingers.

She absentmindedly spun one around your index finger.

“I like it.”

You watched her quietly.

“You do?”

“I do.”

“…Even if it’s weird?”

Chaewon smiled.

“It’s weird because it’s new.”

She let go of your hand.

“If you wore this every day, I’d probably stop noticing after a week.”

You looked horrified.

“A week?”

“Maybe two.”

“You’d stop noticing?”

“I’d still think you’re pretty.”

You stared.

“…”

“…What?”

“You said pretty.”

“I did.”

“You never just say things like that.”

“I just did.”

You looked suspicious.

“Who are you?”

Chaewon laughed, grabbing the takeout bag before walking toward the table.

“Come eat.”

You followed close behind.

“So…”

“No.”

“You don’t even know what I was going to ask.”

“I have a feeling.”

“…Can we go shopping after this?”

Chaewon sighed, already knowing she’d lost before the question had even been asked.

“…Fine.”

You grinned.

“I knew you’d say yes.”

“I didn’t.”

“You were going to.”

“I absolutely wasn’t.”

“You were.”

Chaewon looked over as you happily unpacked the food, humming to yourself like nothing had happened.

She smiled.

“…Maybe buy one pink thing too.”

You looked up.

“Why?”

“So I can still recognize you from across the street.”

“Oh my god.”

“I’m serious.”

“You are so dramatic.”

“So are you.”

“I practiced looking cool for this.”

“…You practiced?”

You froze.

“…Forget I said that.”

Chaewon laughed so hard she had to set her drink down.

Yunjin

Yunjin was sitting cross-legged on the studio couch, notebook balanced on one knee, when the door creaked open.

Without looking up, she smiled.

“You forgot to knock.”

“I wanted to be mysterious.”

Yunjin snorted.

“You literally announced yourself.”

“…Oh.”

She heard the door click shut.

A few seconds passed.

“…Okay, now look.”

Yunjin finally lifted her head.

And blinked.

“…”

“…”

“Huh.”

You stood a few feet away, hands shoved awkwardly into the pockets of your cargo jeans.

Everything was black.

You smiled.

“…Hi.”

Yunjin stared for another second.

Then closed her notebook.

“I have questions.”

You laughed nervously.

“I figured.”

“No, because…” She stood, slowly walking over. “Did you get lost on the way here?”

“What?”

“I think Hot Topic kidnapped my girlfriend.”

You gasped.

“I’ve never even been inside one.”

“I know.”

Yunjin stopped in front of you, looking up and down.

“Huh.”

“What?”

“…This is kind of hard.”

“What is?”

“I can’t decide if I should laugh…”

She pointed at you.

“…or tell you that you look really good.”

Your face immediately warmed.

“You think I look good?”

“I do.”

You let out the smallest sigh of relief.

“I was so nervous.”

“I can tell.”

“Really?”

“You’ve been picking at your rings since you walked in.”

You looked down.

You hadn’t even realized.

“I almost changed before I came.”

“Why?”

“I kept thinking maybe it wasn’t me.”

Yunjin’s expression softened.

She reached over, absentmindedly fixing the collar that had folded inward.

“Clothes don’t decide if it’s you.”

You looked up.

“I know.”

“You’ve spent, what…”

She pretended to think.

“…Eight months wearing bows?”

“Closer to a year.”

“And?”

“And I still like bows.”

“There you go.”

You smiled.

“I just wanted to try something different.”

“I like different.”

A beat.

“I was just expecting… less.”

“Less?”

“I don’t know.”

Yunjin gestured vaguely.

“This is a commitment.”

You laughed.

“I saw one picture online.”

“I can tell.”

“I copied it.”

“You copied it well.”

You looked down at yourself.

“I even tucked my hair in.”

“I noticed.”

“I wanted it to look shorter.”

“It does.”

Yunjin circled them once, hands in her hoodie pocket.

You turned slowly with her.

“…You’re judging me.”

“I’m appreciating the vision.”

“The vision?”

“Mhm.”

She stopped in front of you again.

“You somehow look like you’d ask me if I wanted to join your band.”

“I don’t play any instruments.”

“I know.”

“I still listen to Disney playlists.”

“I know.”

“I cried during Tangled.”

“I know.”

Yunjin laughed.

“See? That’s what’s messing with me.”

You bumped your shoulder against hers.

“I thought you’d make more fun of me.”

“I haven’t decided yet.”

“You’ve had, like, five minutes.”

“I’m collecting material.”

You groaned.

“I knew this was a bad idea.”

“No.”

Yunjin shook her head immediately.

“It was a great idea.”

“Really?”

“Mhm.”

You studied her face.

“You aren’t just saying that?”

“If I didn’t like it, I’d tell you.”

“…Fair.”

Yunjin always did.

You wandered over to the couch, dropping your bag beside it before sitting down.

Yunjin noticed the little bunny keychain dangling off the zipper.

Then the tiny pink hand sanitizer clipped to the side.

Then the glittery phone case that was casually tossed onto the cushion.

She laughed.

“What?”

“You kept all the cute accessories.”

You looked down.

“…Yeah.”

“I love that.”

“I wasn’t trying to become a different person.”

“I know.”

“I just liked the clothes.”

“And that’s exactly why it works.”

You looked over.

“What do you mean?”

Yunjin shrugged.

“If you’d suddenly started acting all cool and mysterious…”

She lowered her voice dramatically.

“‘Don’t talk to me.’”

You immediately burst into laughter.

“I could never.”

“I know.”

“You’d ask me if I’d eaten.”

“I would.”

“You’d apologize for bumping into a chair.”

“…Probably.”

“You’d still carry strawberry lip balm.”

You reached into the bag without thinking and held it up.

“I do.”

Yunjin pointed triumphantly.

“Exactly.”

You laughed, shaking your head.

“I feel called out.”

“You should.”

They sat in comfortable silence for a moment.

You picked absentmindedly at one of the silver rings.

“So…”

Yunjin glanced over.

“…Be honest.”

“I always am.”

“Does it suit me?”

She looked at you again.

Really looked.

The outfit was completely opposite of what she was used to seeing.

But somehow…

It never felt like you were trying to be someone else.

It just felt like another side she’d never seen before.

“It does.”

You smiled.

“I think…”

Yunjin leaned back against the couch.

“…You have one of those faces.”

“What does that mean?”

“You could wear this…”

She gestured toward the black outfit.

“…Or show up tomorrow in the frilliest dress I’ve ever seen.”

“I probably will.”

“I know.”

“And somehow I’d believe both.”

You smiled quietly at that.

“You don’t think it’s weird?”

“I think it’s surprising.”

“That’s different.”

“It is.”

You nodded to yourself.

“I can live with surprising.”

Yunjin reached over and laced their fingers together.

The cool metal of the rings pressed lightly against her skin.

“…Can I admit something?”

“What?”

“I’ve been trying really hard not to stare.”

You laughed.

“You’ve been doing a bad job.”

“I know.”

“I caught you.”

“I know.”

“It’s the rings, isn’t it?”

“…Maybe.”

“The necklace?”

“…Maybe.”

“The tank top?”

Yunjin covered her face with one hand.

“I’m trying to be respectful.”

Your grin only got wider.

“So you do think I look good.”

Yunjin peeked at them through her fingers.

“…You’re being incredibly annoying right now.”

“You didn’t answer.”

She sighed dramatically.

“I think my girlfriend is attractive.”

You gasped.

“What a confession.”

“I’m serious.”

“I know.”

“It’s actually a little unfair.”

You tilted your head.

“How?”

“Because now you’ve convinced yourself you can pull off two completely different styles.”

“I can.”

“You can.”

You smiled victoriously.

“I was hoping you’d say that.”

Yunjin laughed, giving your hand a gentle squeeze.

“Just promise me one thing.”

“What?”

“If you wear this again…”

Reader waited.

“…Please keep the bunny keychain.”

You looked down at the tiny plush swinging from the strap of the black bag.

Then back at Yunjin.

“I wasn’t planning on taking him off.”

“Good.”

“Why?”

Yunjin smiled.

“It reminds me it’s still you.”

Your expression softened.

“…That’s cheesy.”

“I know.”

“But it’s true.”

You rolled your eyes, unable to hide the smile tugging at your lips as you leaned over to rest your head against Yunjin’s shoulder.

“…I think you secretly like cheesy.”

Yunjin thought about denying it.

Instead, she smiled.

“…Don’t tell the others.”

kazuha

The first thing Kazuha noticed was that you were late.

Not by much—maybe five minutes—but enough for her to glance at her phone before looking back toward the café entrance.

She spotted you almost immediately.

Then paused.

“…Oh.”

You smiled the second your eyes met, making your way over with your usual little wave.

“Sorry I’m late.”

Kazuha didn’t answer right away.

She watched you set your drink down across from her before taking a seat, completely oblivious to the fact she’d been staring for the last ten seconds.

“…What?”

“You look different.”

You looked down at yourself, smoothing a hand over the oversized black button-up you’d spent way too long debating that morning.

“I wanted to try something.”

“I can see that.”

You couldn’t help laughing.

“I was wondering how long it’d take you to notice.”

“I noticed before you sat down.”

“…Oh.”

Kazuha’s gaze drifted over your outfit again.

The loose cargo jeans.

The silver rings decorating almost every finger.

The black crossbody bag resting against your side.

Even your hair looked shorter, tucked neatly beneath the collar of your shirt.

If it weren’t for the tiny plush bunny keychain swinging from your bag, she probably would’ve walked past you outside.

“I almost didn’t recognize you.”

You blinked.

“Seriously?”

“Mhm.”

“That’s kind of dramatic.”

“I don’t think so.”

“It definitely is.”

She shrugged.

“You usually look like you’re on your way to a tea party.”

“And today?”

“You look like you’d tell me not to talk to you.”

You snorted into your drink.

“I’d cry if someone raised their voice at me.”

“I know.”

“Then why would you think that?”

“Because of the outfit.”

You rested your chin in your hand, trying—and failing—to hide your smile.

“I was hoping I’d look cool.”

“You do.”

The answer came so casually that it caught you off guard.

“…Really?”

“Mhm.”

“You didn’t even think about it.”

“I already did.”

Your face warmed a little.

“I was nervous.”

“I can tell.”

“How?”

“You’ve fixed your sleeves four times.”

You immediately dropped your hands.

“I didn’t even realize.”

“I know.”

Kazuha reached across the table for her drink before adding, almost absentmindedly,

“You’ve also asked if I liked it twice.”

“…Have I?”

“Mhm.”

“I guess I have.”

There was a small pause between you.

Not awkward.

Just comfortable.

The kind the two of you slipped into without noticing.

“I’ve been dressing the same for a long time,” you admitted after a while. “I still love all my dresses and bows, but…”

“You wanted to see if you could wear something else.”

You nodded.

“Yeah.”

“And?”

“I don’t know.”

You looked down at the rings on your fingers.

“I think I like it.”

Kazuha hummed softly.

“I think you do too.”

“I do?”

“You keep looking at yourself in the window.”

Your eyes darted toward the glass beside you.

“…Was I really?”

“Mhm.”

You covered your face with one hand.

“That’s embarrassing.”

“I thought it was cute.”

You peeked at her through your fingers.

“Cute?”

“You looked proud.”

You laughed quietly.

“I kind of was.”

“I know.”

Another comfortable silence settled between you.

Kazuha had always been like that.

She never felt the need to fill every second with conversation.

You’d grown to like it.

It made moments like this feel… lighter.

Eventually, she reached across the table without saying anything.

You looked up just as her fingers gently took your hand.

You watched her turn it over, studying one of the silver rings wrapped around your index finger.

“You’ve never worn these before.”

“I borrowed them.”

“They’re heavy.”

“They are.”

She absentmindedly spun one around your finger before letting your hand rest in hers.

“They suit you.”

You smiled.

“I was hoping you’d say that.”

“I thought you already liked them.”

“I do.”

“Then why were you hoping?”

You hesitated.

“…Because I wanted you to like them too.”

Kazuha looked at you for a second.

Long enough that you started wondering if you’d sounded silly.

Instead, she gave your hand a small squeeze.

“I like seeing you happy.”

Your shoulders relaxed almost instantly.

“I thought everyone would think I looked weird.”

“I think everyone will be surprised.”

“That’s basically the same thing.”

“It isn’t.”

“It feels like it.”

Kazuha tilted her head slightly.

“I don’t think you’re pretending to be someone else.”

“I’m not.”

“I know.”

“And your phone case still has little hearts on it.”

You pulled your phone from your pocket.

It did.

You’d forgotten to switch it.

“I guess I wasn’t really trying to change.”

“No.”

Kazuha’s eyes met yours again.

“You just changed your clothes.”

Something about the way she said it made your chest loosen.

Simple.

Matter-of-fact.

Like it had never been a big deal in the first place.

“I like hearing you say that.”

She smiled faintly.

“I know.”

You laughed.

“You say ‘I know’ a lot.”

“I do.”

“It’s kind of funny.”

“I know.”

You rolled your eyes, unable to stop smiling.

“…You did that on purpose.”

“I did.”

For someone whose humor was usually so subtle, Kazuha looked unusually pleased with herself.

You nudged her foot under the table.

“So…”

She looked up.

“If I wore this again…”

“Mhm?”

“…Would you mind?”

She frowned slightly.

“Why would I mind?”

“I don’t know.”

“It makes you happy.”

“It does.”

“Then wear it.”

You stared at her for a second.

“That’s it?”

“What else would I say?”

“I thought you’d have… opinions.”

“I do.”

“And?”

“I liked yesterday’s outfit.”

You smiled.

“I know.”

“I like today’s too.”

“…Both?”

“Both.”

You couldn’t help laughing.

“You’re making this way less dramatic than I imagined.”

Kazuha raised an eyebrow.

“Were you expecting me to gasp?”

“…Maybe a little.”

“I already used my ‘oh.’”

“That was your big reaction?”

“It was.”

You laughed so hard people at the next table looked over.

“You are unbelievable.”

“I’ve been told.”

As the laughter faded, Kazuha reached over again, quietly straightening the collar of your shirt where it’d folded under itself.

“There.”

You looked down before looking back up at her.

“…Thanks.”

She nodded once.

Then, after a moment, added in the same calm tone she’d been using the entire afternoon—

“…I still think you’d lose a fight.”

You stared at her.

“What?”

“The outfit is convincing.”

She took another sip of her drink.

“But I know you.”

A grin spread across your face before you could stop it.

“You ruined the mysterious vibe.”

“I don’t think you ever had one.”

“…You’re mean.”

“I’m honest.”

“You are.”

“…I still like the outfit, though.”

For some reason, hearing her say it that quietly meant more than if she’d said it a hundred times.

eunchae

You’d spent almost an hour standing in front of your mirror before finally leaving the house.

Not because you hated the outfit.

Actually, you liked it a lot.

It just didn’t feel… familiar.

Your closet was usually filled with pastel dresses, ruffled skirts, lace blouses, and enough bows to open a small craft store. Black had never really been your color.

Until today.

The oversized button-up sat comfortably over your tank top, the cargo jeans just loose enough to feel effortless. You’d tucked your hair back to make it look shorter, slipped a few silver rings onto your fingers, and finished everything off with a pair of sneakers.

You still couldn’t bring yourself to take the little bunny keychain off your bag.

Some things weren’t changing.

When Eunchae opened the practice room door, she looked up from her phone with a bright smile.

“Hi!”

You smiled back.

“Hi.”

She took one step toward you.

Then stopped.

“…”

“…”

You waved.

“…Hello?”

Eunchae blinked twice.

“…Wait.”

You tried not to laugh.

“What?”

She looked you up and down, then back at your face.

Then at your outfit again.

“…Why do you look like that?”

You covered your mouth, already laughing.

“What do you mean?”

“You look…” She pointed at you, searching for the right words. “…Cool.”

“I can’t be cool?”

“You’ve literally got a bunny on your bag.”

You looked down.

“…He’s coming everywhere with me.”

“I know!”

She laughed, pointing dramatically at the tiny plush.

“That’s what’s confusing me!”

You stepped inside, closing the door behind you.

“I wanted to try something different.”

“You definitely did.”

Eunchae walked a slow circle around you, arms folded as if she were inspecting an art exhibit.

“Hm.”

You turned with her.

“…Don’t make it weird.”

“I’m thinking.”

“That’s never good.”

“No, hold on.”

She stopped in front of you again.

“…Turn around.”

“What?”

“Just once.”

Still laughing, you spun in a small circle.

Eunchae nodded thoughtfully.

“…Okay.”

“Okay what?”

“I’ve decided.”

“You’ve decided?”

“Mhm.”

You waited.

“I wasn’t prepared.”

You burst into laughter.

“I can tell.”

“No, seriously.”

She pointed at your rings.

“When did those happen?”

“I borrowed them.”

“And the shirt?”

“I bought it.”

“The jeans?”

“Also bought them.”

“The necklace?”

“…Bought that too.”

Eunchae stared.

“You planned this.”

“I did.”

“For how long?”

“…Three days.”

“Three days?”

“I kept changing my mind.”

“I would’ve changed my mind too!”

You nudged her shoulder.

“You’re supposed to be encouraging.”

“I am!”

She laughed again.

“I just think it’s funny!”

“Funny?”

“You always ask me if your bows match your shoes.”

“…”

“And now you look like you’d judge my music taste.”

“I would never.”

“I know.”

You smiled.

“I still listen to cute playlists.”

“I know.”

“I almost wore pink socks.”

“You almost what?”

“They’re in my bag.”

Eunchae stared at you for a second before doubling over with laughter.

“You brought backup socks?”

“I got nervous!”

She laughed even harder.

“I thought maybe I’d change before you got here.”

“You actually considered it?”

You nodded.

“I wasn’t sure if I’d like it.”

Eunchae’s laughter softened into a grin.

“…Do you?”

You looked down at yourself.

“I think so.”

“You think so?”

You turned one of the silver rings around your finger.

“I still feel like me.”

“Mhm.”

“But I also feel like everyone else is going to think I look weird.”

Eunchae shook her head almost immediately.

“I don’t think you look weird.”

“You don’t?”

“I think you surprised me.”

“That’s different.”

“It is.”

She reached over, absentmindedly adjusting the strap of your crossbody bag where it’d twisted.

“If you started acting all mysterious…”

She lowered her voice dramatically.

“Don’t talk to me.”

You immediately laughed.

“I couldn’t.”

“I know.”

“You apologized to a vending machine last week.”

“It ate my money.”

“You still apologized.”

“…I felt bad.”

She reached over and hooked her pinky around yours, swinging your joined hands gently between you.

“You just look like you raided someone else’s closet.”

You laughed so hard you had to lean against her shoulder.

“…Honestly?”

“What?”

“That’s probably exactly what it looks like.”

“I know.”

Sweet Life

syn: jihyo finally can spend some time with you following the hiatus

tags: fluff, like thats basically it

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There wasn’t a single alarm set for the morning.

No manager calling. No members knocking on a hotel door. No schedule waiting in the calendar with color-coded reminders.

Just sunlight filtering through the curtains and the faint sound of rain tapping against the windows.

When you finally opened your eyes, the other side of the bed was empty.

For a second, habit kicked in.

She’d left already.

Then you caught the smell of brewed coffee.

You found Jihyo standing in the kitchen in an oversized gray sweatshirt she’d stolen from your closet months ago. One sock covered her right foot, the other lay abandoned somewhere between the couch and the hallway. Her hair was still messy from sleep, and she was staring out the window while waiting for the kettle to finish boiling.

“You know that’s mine.”

Without turning around, she smiled.

“I’ve had it longer than you’ve had it.”

“You stole it.”

“I borrowed it.”

“Eight months ago.”

She shrugged, finally glancing over her shoulder.

“I was going to give it back.”

“You’ve washed it with your clothes enough times that it’s legally yours now.”

“Exactly.”

You laughed quietly, wrapping your arms around her waist from behind.

She melted into you almost immediately.

No teasing.

No joking.

Just the weight of her body settling against yours like she’d been waiting for an excuse to stop standing on her own.

The kettle clicked.

Neither of you moved.

“You should make the coffee,” you mumbled into her shoulder.

“I know.”

“You stopped functioning.”

“I know.”

“…Need me to do it?”

“No.”

Another beat.

“…Maybe.”

You reached around her, pouring the water while she stayed exactly where she was, arms loosely folded over yours.

It was strange, seeing her like this.

Not because she wasn’t affectionate—she always had been—but because she wasn’t moving.

For years, every time she’d come home, she’d still carried the momentum of work with her.

Laundry.

Cleaning.

Checking messages.

Planning workouts.

Finding something, anything, to stay productive.

Now…

She simply stood there.

Breathing.

“You okay?” you asked softly.

“Mhm.”

“You sure?”

She nodded against your shoulder.

“I think my body finally realized it can stop.”

The rest of the day unfolded without either of you making many decisions.

Breakfast happened closer to lunch.

The dishes stayed in the sink longer than usual.

The television played a movie neither of you were actually watching.

Jihyo had curled up beside you on the couch with a blanket over both your laps, lazily tracing circles against your palm while rain painted streaks across the glass doors leading to the balcony.

“You know what I kept thinking about on tour?” she asked.

“Hm?”

“This.”

You looked down.

“My hand?”

She laughed.

“No.”

She intertwined your fingers anyway.

“Being able to sit still without wondering what time I have to leave.”

You squeezed her hand.

“I don’t think I’ve seen you sit down for more than twenty minutes since… maybe before the pandemic.”

“I know.”

She smiled, but it was small.

“There was always something.”

Another rehearsal.

Another recording.

Another flight.

Even on the rare days she was home, her phone rarely stayed silent for longer than an hour.

You’d gotten used to dinners being interrupted by calls from staff.

To waking up in the middle of the night because she’d quietly slipped out of bed to answer messages she didn’t want to miss.

To watching her apologize for checking her schedule while the two of you were supposed to be watching a movie.

Not because she wanted to.

Because somewhere along the way, she’d convinced herself slowing down meant falling behind.

Now the apartment was quiet.

Almost unnervingly so.

She rested her head against yours.

“I keep feeling like I’m forgetting something.”

“You’re not.”

“What if I am?”

“You’d know by now.”

She let out a breath that sounded suspiciously close to a laugh.

“I hate that you’re right.”

“I know.”

“And I hate that I don’t know what to do with free time.”

“So don’t do anything.”

She looked at you.

“…That’s allowed?”

“Pretty sure.”

“Who decided that?”

“I did.”

“Oh.”

She pretended to think about it.

“I guess I’ll trust your professional opinion.”

“My professional opinion?”

“You’re significantly better at relaxing than I am.”

“I’ve been training.”

She nudged your shoulder.

“I can tell.”

Later that evening, you convinced her to leave the apartment for a walk.

Not because either of you had somewhere to go.

Just because the rain had finally stopped.

The streets were quieter than usual, the air cool enough that she instinctively reached for your hand the second you stepped outside.

No hats pulled low.

No rush.

No destination.

Just wandering.

She paused in front of a tiny neighborhood flower shop that was getting ready to close.

“They’re pretty.”

“You want one?”

She shook her head.

“Not really.”

“You just wanted to look.”

“Mhm.”

So you stood there with her for another minute, admiring flowers neither of you knew the names of.

When you started walking again, she smiled to herself.

“What?”

“I don’t think I’ve done something this pointless in years.”

“It wasn’t pointless.”

“No?”

“You liked it.”

“…I did.”

She looked up at the evening sky, now painted soft shades of orange behind the buildings.

“I forgot life could be this slow.”

You brushed your thumb across the back of her hand.

“You don’t have to be Park Jihyo every second of the day.”

She glanced over.

“What am I right now?”

You smiled.

“Just my girlfriend.”

For a moment, she didn’t say anything.

Then her shoulders relaxed in a way that made it seem like she’d finally set something heavy down.

Cause it meOWED them

This sounded better in my head I swear - @xomeiyok

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