❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ YOU CAN BRING YOUR GIRLFRIEND sakura miyawaki x reader
↳ warnings bp!yn, sakura hating yn so much that she’s obsessed, sana is…., second part to obsessed
“why?”
sakura swallowed nervously, trying her best to avoid sana’s gaze, the only way she could get yn’s number was to ask her girlfriend sana who was unfortunately yn’s ex girlfriend.
after having the conversation with yn at the award show, sakura couldn’t help but feel even more frustrated with the scarily perfect girl, yn didn’t have one flaw when they talked, she was as perfect as everyone made her out to be, how sana made her out to be.
she tried to tell herself that the only reason why she’s pulling through with reaching out to yn was because there was no way she was that perfect.
it would give sakura a reason to hate her, to tell sana, hey that ex girlfriend of yours isn’t all that.
“uh, I bumped into her at the award show and she brought up teaching her a dance.” sakura said while she pulled at the skin on her nails, “it’s nothing really, she told me to get her number from you.”
there’s a silence and sakura feels like throwing up, but not even the gods could prepare her for what came out of sana’s mouth.
“did she say anything about me?”
um…
she doesn’t know how to feel, “um, maybe? I don’t remember much.”
sana stares at sakura for more than a second and it has the girl nervous once again, before she picks up her phone, “okay let me just send it to you.”
sakura feels like her shoulders got lighter as relief rushes through her, but it’s just like the universe doesn’t want to see her happy.
“hey, and tell her not to cancel on our plans for this weekend, she needs a break, maybe she’ll listen to her new friend.”
before sakura could even process the words that came out of sana’s mouth, sana pressed a kiss on sakura’s cheek, “I gotta go, talk to you later.”
sakura watched sana leave frozen, only letting a quiet bye leave her lips.
she didn’t like how sana’s voice sounded when she said that, there was something off about it.
but the again there was always something off about sana when yn was the topic of things.
sakura stalled for a little, she felt her heart race just at the thought of contacting yn, she just seemed so untouchable.
she took a deep breathe before finally biting the bullet.
hey yn, it’s sakura sana sent me your number.
she fidgeted for a while at how long it was taking for yn to respond, it’s yn she’s probably booked and busy don’t freak out she told herself.
she flinched at the buzz from her phone.
hey sakura! I was waiting for you to text me
I thought I would have to reach out to sana myself
sakura’s hands shook as she typed out her response.
sorry I was just nervous 😭
don’t be!
I was thinking instead of learning a dance we should go to this cafe that I really felt like going to, we can get to know each other and stuff yk!
sakura hated herself for smiling at the text, why was she so charming? she’s supposed to hate her
sana can come too!
sakura’s smile slowly fell.
that would be cool
send me the details and I’ll tell sana
sakura didn’t know why she felt so uneasy as she walked into the cafe, her hand gripping onto sana’s a little tighter than necessary.
maybe it was because she was about to spend time with the girl who had unknowingly taken up space in her mind for months. maybe it was because sana had barely said anything about their plans, offering nothing more than a casual "sounds fun" when sakura reminded her that morning. or maybe, just maybe, it was the way sana kept fixing her hair, checking her reflection in the window as they walked.
the cafe wasn’t anything special at least not to sakura. but it was a well known spot for idols, private enough that they wouldn’t be bothered yet popular enough that being seen there wasn’t a big deal.
sakura let out a breath as she stepped inside, her eyes immediately scanning the room.
and then she saw her.
yn sat at a small round table near the window, legs crossed, one hand resting under her chin as she scrolled through her phone. she looked effortlessly beautiful, even in something as simple as a matching pink hoodie and sweatpants.
it was unfair.
"yn!" sana called out, her voice just a little too excited.
yn’s head snapped up, her eyes lighting up when she saw them. "sana! sakura!" she beamed, waving them over.
sakura watched as sana let go of her hand without hesitation, walking over to yn with the kind of ease that made sakura's stomach churn.
it was natural. too natural.
when sakura reached the table, yn was already laughing at something sana had said.
"sit, sit," yn said, motioning to the two seats across from her.
sakura slid into the chair beside sana, feeling slightly out of place as she watched the way sana and yn interacted.
it wasn’t that sana was being overly affectionate, but there was something about the way she looked at yn something about the way her body naturally leaned toward her, the way she smiled so easily.
sakura wasn’t an idiot. she knew how it looked.
she knew how it felt, too.
the conversation was light at first yn asked about their schedules, their latest performances, even praising sakura’s last stage.
"you have really good stage presence," yn said, tilting her head slightly as she sipped her drink. "I know you’ve been doing this for a while, but you just… you have this way of making people focus on you."
sakura felt her face heat up at the compliment, caught off guard by how sincere yn sounded.
"oh—uh, thank you," sakura said, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear.
yn smiled, and for a second, sakura forgot why she was supposed to hate her.
but then yn turned to sana, and it was like sakura wasn’t even there.
"so, how have you been? really."
sana’s lips parted slightly, her expression softening.
"I’ve been okay," she said, and sakura caught the way her fingers toyed with the edge of her sleeve.
yn hummed, resting her chin in her palm as she gazed at sana.
"you work too hard," yn murmured, and there was something so intimate about the way she said it, like she had every right to be concerned.
like she still had every right to care.
sakura watched sana’s reaction closely the way her shoulders tensed, the way she looked down at her lap before offering a small, "yeah, maybe."
it didn’t sit right with sakura.
so she did what any girlfriend would do, she reached under the table and took sana’s hand, squeezing it gently.
but sana barely reacted.
sakura hated the way that made her feel.
"what about you two?" yn suddenly asked, turning her attention back to sakura. "how’s the relationship?"
sakura opened her mouth, ready to answer, but sana beat her to it.
"oh, you know," sana said with a small shrug, "the usual."
the usual?
sakura blinked, caught off guard by how dismissive sana sounded.
"the usual?" yn repeated with a teasing smile. "that’s all I get?"
sana laughed, brushing her hair over her shoulder. "you’re asking like we’re married or something."
yn smirked. "well, you did say you wanted to get married young."
sakura stiffened.
she had never heard sana say that before.
"ah, that was a long time ago," sana said quickly, waving a hand.
yn just hummed, tapping her nails against the table. "sure, sure."
sakura felt like an outsider, like she was intruding on something that wasn’t meant for her.
and the worst part?
she understood why sana looked at yn the way she did.
because she was starting to feel it too.
there was something about yn something so effortlessly charming, so dangerously captivating. she had this way of making you feel like you were the only person in the world, even when she was just teasing you.
sakura hated it.
but she couldn’t stop herself from leaning in when yn spoke, couldn’t stop the way her heart stuttered when yn smiled at her.
it was infuriating.
"so, where are you headed next?" sana asked, stirring her drink absentmindedly.
yn sighed dramatically, leaning back in her chair. "ugh, paris. fashion week. it’s gonna be exhausting."
sakura raised a brow. "oh, you sound so miserable."
yn grinned. "I mean, I can’t complain, but it’s a lot, you know? I haven’t had a real break in forever."
sana frowned. "you really should rest more."
"maybe I will," yn mused, before checking the time. "actually, I should probably get going. my flight’s in a few hours.”
sakura didn’t know why she felt disappointed.
yn stood, adjusting her mini purse before flashing them both another smile. "you two lovebirds have fun, okay?"
sakura felt her stomach drop.
because for some reason, sana flinched at yn’s words.
but the worst part?
sakura flinched too.
