#twice fluff

to add on to your morning, you had to run toward the bus stop to make it in time. you were surprised when you managed to match the speed of it slowing down on the run there, but this ruined your hair and left you huffing and puffing for the first thirty seconds of the ride. you were already drained before then too. 

now you’re waiting for one of six elevators of the thirty-five floor building, patient and tired, hoping that one of your coworkers will surprise you with caffeine.

while you wait, a woman in a grey coat with brown hair steps in front of the elevator that the rest of the five people (including you) are waiting for. she yawns, then tucks her hair behind her ear. you can only see the side of her face from where you stand—behind her and a few steps to the right—but it’s enough to pique your interest. 

a man walks in the space between you two, but just a bit in front of her, and fixes his hair while talking into the phone. he mutters something else before turning around, seemingly looking for something. 

you can’t help but notice that his fly is open.

you manage to compose yourself, redirecting your attention away from the hint of his boxers sticking out, but the lady you eyed before snickers under her breath. she bites the inside of her lip to fight the corners of her lips that threaten to curl up before regaining composure. she looks up at the elevator again as if nothing had ever happened before it dings and the doors open. everyone steps in and you find a spot to the right of the space. the woman finds herself at the opposite side of you.

the doors close and you swallow shallowly. you tense your jaw for no reason at all before looking down barely to scratch the back of your neck. subtly, you tilt your head to the side to catch a glimpse of the woman’s full side profile.

pretty is an understatement.

for a moment you regain full clarity. it doesn’t feel like you’re running around in circles in your mind for a moment. the slope and angle of her nose pair to create a perfect match when met with the shape of her lips. to top it off, her jawline looks like it could kill. you swallow again before redirecting your attention back to the front of the elevator.

you wonder what floor she’s on, her name, and occupation. it’s been two weeks since you moved buildings and you’ve already found someone that makes you nervous. your coworkers would tease you relentlessly if they could read your mind.

it takes the first stop to realize that you haven’t even pressed the button to your floor. you awkwardly reach over past the person in front of you and click “25.”

in the midst of it, unbeknownst to you, the woman glances over to get a quick look at the side of your face. she averts her gaze and stares back at her reflection in the closed doors.

today is going to be a long day.

—

you yawn tiredly and a tear slips from the corner of your eye. 

it’s friday, which means you’ve made it through the week. still, the only thing you’re looking forward to is lunch–on jeongyeon, your beloved (and very teasing) coworker—later in the day and taking a nap before seeing your parents later. you can get through this, is what you (always) tell yourself. you only have a few meetings and one rough draft due by the end of the day.

you stand in front of the elevator and wait for it to open. you don’t bother to look around at whoever else is waiting. everyone is probably zoning out or on their phone.

once you step in, you make your way to the back. a familiar face walks through the door once you settle in your spot shortly after.

it’s the woman from monday—and yesterday. you wonder if she’s noticed that this isn’t your first time on the same elevator together this week. you feel like a fool—she can’t be thinking that. it’s just coincidence. now you’re wondering if seeing her so often is creepy. does she think you’re doing this on purpose? you want to groan then and there. you clench your jaw and let out a small breath.

the woman’s eyes meet yours for a brief second before she turns around so that you’re met with the back of her head the rest of the way up. her hair is nicer up close. it’s very healthy looking and a beautiful shade of brown. you wish you could’ve seen her face a little longer and examined that too.  

you’re being ridiculous.

you lean further back until your head rests against the back of the elevator. you look straight ahead and take a deep breath, only to be met with a very pleasant fragrance filling your senses.

she smells like spring flowers and a basket of berries. you inhale again, deliberate and slow.  whatever she’s wearing is sweet, fragrant, and blooming by the second. it’s not the kind of overwhelming scent that urges you to take a step back; the smell is light and refreshing and resembles a nice, faint memory.

she turns her head just barely to the side, almost imperceptibly, which snaps you out of it. you straighten up and swallow hard; if you were caught sniffing someone, that would definitely land you somewhere you wouldn’t want to be. how shameless are you? when did you get so… weird? does this fall in line with being a pervert? no, you think, i can’t be like one of those freaks, can i?

when you gets off at your floor, it feels like a weight is lifted off your shoulders. you stay silent, though not without huffing in embarrassment, the whole way to your office.

you continue on with your day, the thought of the woman on the elevator slowly filtering out of your mind once jeongyeon starts massaging your shoulders out of nowhere, making you jump in your seat.

“lunch?” she asks.

right, it’s that time. you had been so caught up with a draft for marketing that you nearly forgot about lunch.

(you hadn’t forgotten about the elevator incident that morning though.)

“please.” you sigh, immediately turning off your monitor.

jeongyeon laughs as you stand up to put your jacket on.

…

sana wonders if you’ve noticed it too.

her interest piqued the first time she saw you this week. today—friday—is day three of seeing you in the same elevator as her in the morning. 

you stood behind her seemingly in a daze, maybe thinking very hard about something bothering you from the way she could hear you sigh from behind her. she glances subtly at you in the reflection. you’re a little taller than her and you’ve got nice, pretty features. you’re very much her type.

she looks at the ground then, her brows furrowing just barely.

i must be desperate, she thinks, it’s just a coincidence. it means nothing.

—

sana sees you again on monday. it can’t be nothing.

she spent the day before helping her friend, jihyo, rearrange her apartment. jihyo mentioned at one point after a glass of wine: “you can’t start off your monday’s weak, or it’ll throw off your week.”

the rhyming along with her cheery tone made sana cringe and giggle at her, but she did have a point.

seeing you again right before her day starts makes her embarrassingly giddy. it’s even worse that she had looked forward to seeing you in the mornings here and there throughout the week. sana tells herself that it’s the lack of anything in her life at the moment that is making her a fool.

you’re both separated by a man between you two and the cologne he wears drowns out any other scent in the elevator. it’s strong, too strong. you bite down subtly when he reaches over, his wrist passing your nose, to press the number of his floor.

she takes a good look at you through the reflection. you’re in a formal outfit: a blazer, dress shirt, slacks, and a tie. it fits you. sana thinks you look really good.

it takes two full seconds for sana to realize that you’ve made eye contact with her through the reflection as well. you both stare for a second longer before breaking it, both of you turning your heads in the other direction bashfully.

a blush graces your cheeks and you inhale sharply.

she must think i’m a creep, or something. you think. coincidences are one thing, but hoping to see this woman and somehow running into her? that has to fall under something problematic.

-

you see her the following wednesday and friday, then the monday and tuesday the week after as well. it’s brutal seeing her—at least to the flow of thoughts that pour in your head—she must think there is something up with you.

fortunately, as equal as it is unfortunate, you don’t see her for the rest of the week after that. you don’t see her the week after either. 

you’ve also started carpooling in the mornings with your friend sooyoung, who’s building is two blocks away, and started arriving a little after 8:30am. that was on the first day you stopped seeing the woman, then the days following. you figure your elevator woman is an early bird since you used to arrive around 8am and frequently saw her around that time.

you’re overthinking it. you tell yourself. it’s not that serious.

as much as you love spending time with sooyoung in the mornings, as well as the convenience and extra few minutes of sleep in the morning; you wish you’d run into the pretty woman on the elevator again.

…

sana loses it a bit.

she hasn’t seen you in nearly two weeks and keeps getting teased by her coworkers because there is an increased amount of pouting in the mornings. sana brushes it off, initially saying that it’s probably because of the lack of sleep or because that time of the month is soon—she can’t possibly admit that it’s because her morning eye candy hasn’t been around for a worrying amount of time. 

she wonders if you’ve moved buildings or if you’ve noticed her presence and found it uncomfortable. there’s too many options that might be the reason behind your disappearance and it has sana staring at her screen for a few minutes longer than usual in the mornings. 

“there she goes again,” momo sighs, catching sana by surprise. 

mina raises a brow, then asks, “what’s gotten into you?” 

“nothing.” sana says, though not convincingly. 

her shoulders sink a bit as she stares at her two coworkers, who share a brief look at each other before shaking their heads.

“you’re not the best liar, you know?” mina jokes, handing her a piece of chocolate. 

sana furrows her brows, looking at the candy before starting, “i’m not on my—”

“it doesn’t matter.” mina assures. “i just knew something sweet would cheer you up.”

“you’re going to need it. submissions for the magazine are due by the end of the week and from what i can see you have—” momo stops, then squints at sana’s screen, “---two and a half paragraphs.”

“it’s something.”

“is two and a half paragraphs enough to cover climate change and how it affects the beauty industry?”

“i—” sana begins, then sighs. she leans back in her chair defeatedly, and gives the two a look of agony and despair. “i’ll tell you during lunch. i have to actually get this done.”

“do you need more chocolate?” mina puts her hand out, displaying two different flavors of ghiradelli squares in her palm.

sana smiles and the light in her eyes slowly brightens up again. “i love you.”

—

it would be embarrassing for sana not to run into you for yet another week and a half right after gushing about how you always manage to look gorgeous without trying. 

but what is embarrassing is that sana gets jealous pretty easily, even for someone she doesn’t know too well (or at all, really). 

she decides to change up her tactic and comes a little later—half-past eight—and prays that you’ll be there. luckily for her, you’re there standing beautifully in an easy sweater and loose slacks. business casual looks great on you.

sana steps in first and you head in after her. she stares at the side of your head through the little gap that sits between two sets of shoulders and traces your skin with her eyes.

before the door closes completely, someone sticks their shoulder in and opens them back up. she apologizes before stepping over right next to you and handing one of two coffees in her hand. sana’s eyes narrow.

“what a coincidence! i was going to give you one. it’s buy one get one free day! i know how much you need it…” she teases quietly, nudging your shoulder and making you smile.

“thank you,” you nearly whisper, taking it gratefully. 

“how are you settling in? it’s been almost two months now.”

“oh, well.” you tell her, your voice is a little louder now. sana can hear the soothing timbre of how your words flow. “it’s great. better than the old building they had me at.”

“and where was that?”

“somewhere less… urban. i like it here better.”

“and the work?”

“ah, sometimes it’s a bit much but it’s not bad. i like it though.” you tell her.

sana watches the woman lean in a bit too close for comfort and nudge your shoulder again. the woman says, “well seems that everyone likes you.”

“couldn’t say the same for you, nayeon.” you joke, earning a roll of her eyes that sana barely makes out. 

sana bites down on her back teeth as she watches you two converse freely. she feels like there’s a small pit in her stomach that sits and churns and renders her uneasy. a pout slowly forms on her lips, but it doesn’t stick for long.

an idea pops up in her head. she rummages through her bag and plans for what she’ll do to get your attention next time you two meet. she picks out her business card and considers it, but it’s way too formal. the next thign she pulls out is her small notepad that is littered with notes and important details that relate to any article she’s working on. that’s too personal and too precious. she does think about the lip gloss in one of the small pockets, but if it touched the ground she’d be paranoid and never use it again.

she huffs, then rummages further until she picks out her nametag. 

not only does it display her name and company—but she likes how the id picture turned out too.

perfect. 

—

work has been rough. it’s only thirty minutes after noon.

your lunch break starts and you decide you might need a little more caffeine and a good sandwich to make it through the rest of the day. nayeon and jeongyeon send you off to grab them coffee and sandwiches at the little cafe a block away. the only reason you did it was because they paid you a little extra for delivery and service fees.

(you tell them that they both owe you so much for the labor you’re always providing. 

you also punch jeongyeon in the shoulder and flick nayeon’s forehead.)

it takes about five minutes for you to walk there and ten minutes for your order to be ready. you grip onto a carrier with one hand and the bags with your meals with the other as you make it back to the building. whoever created a carrier that holds more than two drinks and has a handle deserves an award, seriously, because without it you would’ve already dropped every drink.

when you’re back and pushing on the doors to your building with half your bodyweight, the front receptionist looks up from her phone to see you walking a little faster than you did when you first left. she responds back at you casually when you greet her with a rushed, “good afternoon!”

you press on the up arrow with your knuckle and take a step back, finding time to take a real, deep breath.

the doors open and you find a spot right in the middle. the man next to the buttons to each floor looks at you and tilts his head—you respond with, “25, please.”

right as he presses it, a woman walks in—your pretty woman. she makes eye contact with you before settling right next to where you stand. it feels like the walls of the elevator start to close in.

you reach floor 9 and two others step out, leaving you, the woman, and three others in the elevator. you rub your fingers against the material of the takeout bag and hope that you don’t look ridiculous holding three beverages and a large bag of sandwiches that are starting to lose their freshness. 

…

sana glances at you through the reflection and feels a little bad that you have such a large load to carry. she rethinks her plan of dropping something for you to pick up, but she doesn’t know when she’d get the opportunity to do so because nothing is promised.

she can’t let you get away.

sana lets the lanyard connected to her id swing once, then twice, before purposely letting go. her id falls in between both of you, though it’s closer to your shoes than hers.

the man behind both of you seems to notice—the same man with the overwhelming cologne—sana prays that he doesn’t reach over instead. luckily for her, he brushes it off and sticks to his phone.

she glances at it for a few seconds and it stays right in its place until the next floor. she bites the inside of her lip out of anticipation.

a few seconds later and still nothing.

sana sighs, looking at the ground and mentally cursing to herself. you’ve got full hands anyway, what was she thinking? if you had even the slightest interest, you would’ve noticed already. you would’ve maybe talked to her too, and way before this. she clenches her fists and prepares herself to pick it up, but you beat her to it.

she turns her head to meet your eyes directly.

“excuse me?” your voice brings her back to the ground. in between your pointer finger and the top of the bag is her work id. the bag crumples a little more when you start to speak again, “um, this—this is… yours?”

sana can’t speak for a moment, but offers a nod before taking it with both hands.

“thank you.”

“mhm.” you hum, nodding. you smile awkwardly then, unable to look away from her and how pretty her hair is when it’s tucked behind her ear to make a side part. it’s new and different and she’s still pretty regardless of anything and you can barely say, “h-hi. i, uh—”

the elevator dings, interrupting you, as it reaches your floor. 

you sigh lightly in defeat, pursing your lips into another awkward attempt at a smile before nodding at her. you step out and sana’s left speechless for a moment.

she can’t wait to see you again.

—

you’re going to be late.

you stayed up a little too long calling your best-friends from college and spent an additional few minutes thinking about the elevator woman before going to bed. 

and sure you felt great after talking to your friends, yes, but a little pathetic thinking about a woman who has only flashed you a beautiful smile. you think about impressing her and talking to her and maybe landing a good look that lasts more than two seconds just so you can appreciate her more.

you’re going to be so late. 

in fifteen minutes—maybe less—your best friend sooyoung will be right outside the entrance of your apartment complex. you have about five minutes to brush your teeth, do your skincare, and then ten minutes to make yourself look presentable. you have no time for lunch, but who cares about lunch when there’s bigger issues at hand: looking nice in front of a pretty woman for a few minutes.

when you arrive you start to feel quite fatigued just from the lack of breakfast, sleep, and caffeine. not only that, but the elevator is being loaded by everyone working 9-5 or some other variant of hours and you’ve got to add a little pep in your step just to catch it.

you stick your foot in, catching the door before it closes fully, and apologize as you step in. 

no one seems to mind, but you scan around the small space and make eye contact with your elevator woman. sana was her name, if you can remember right, it was the name on her id card. 

you give her an easy smile—barely there but the slight turn of the corner of your lips is enough—before turning around and letting out a huff, still catching your breath.

the way up seems to squeeze you in. you get off before her, but you’d like to exchange a simple good morning. it’s kind of hard to say anything to her when she’s in the corner of the elevator and you stand right in the front. you let out another, smaller, huff. you should’ve slept earlier.

with each floor, more people step out and the chance for you to scoot closer opens up. with each person that steps away, you do your best to shuffle a little closer to the pretty girl in the back. a few more stops go by and you’re five floors away from your stop and four people away from it being just you and sana. 

two more people leave then, leaving four people left in the elevator—including the two of you.

you suck in the corner of your bottom lip and fidget with the tips of your fingers as you stare at yourself in the reflection. your eyes shift over to her, and she’s staring at you too. you look away quickly, fighting the blush that threatens to rise.

as if the day hadn’t started off awful already; you’re sentenced to your floor and sighing as soon as the doors slide open. sana watches you step off, your head turning just barely to the side as a silent way to acknowledge her—or at least that’s what she thinks.

sana is left with two others, though none catch her eye like you do.

she leans her head against the wall and sighs in defeat.

—

sooyoung is late to pick you up the day after, which happens to be a friday, and this means you won’t see sana until next week.

the rest of work goes terribly. your mood is soiled and your motivation to meet deadlines for whatever marketing strategy you’re tasked with is nearly zero. 

…

sana made sure she looked extra nice before heading to the building. she even sprayed an extra spritz of her pricier perfume, only to be consumed by disappointment when you weren’t in the same elevator as her.

just when she thought this was going somewhere.

she groans and sends momo a quick text:

extra shot of espresso in my americano pls

:-(

elevator lady isn’t here

—

“yes, yes,” you fight back a sigh, “i’ve laid out an outline already, i’m just waiting on nayeon and jeongyeon to add their own input.”

your boss gives you a look—eyes narrowing and pursed lips—before giving you an accepting nod. she puts a hand on your shoulder and says, “i’ll be waiting on that email then. have a good weekend y/n.”

the day is finally over once you’ve compiled everything you need to submit an outline for one of your marketing projects. you’re not sure where it’s going since you had only been handed a simple prompt and task, but you could care less because the week is finally over. 

despite your day not being the best, you’ve still got your spirits up because of the events that are planned for tomorrow: dinner at your parents’ house for your mother’s birthday. 

you have a wonderful plan and itinerary for the evening and tomorrow morning that requires a lot of time, care, and effort. even though you’re tired, your shoulders are slightly slumped, and there’s a mild headache that makes you wince every few minutes—you’re willing to push through and bring a smile to your mother’s face.

sooyoung picks you up and takes you back home—though not without hearing you complain about your day and popping one of the spare headache pills she has in her car—which takes about twenty minutes with traffic. you unwind once you’re back at your apartment, throwing your jacket at the couch before sighing and quickly changing into something more comfortable. then, you take a five minute break to lay down on the couch before swiftly getting up and grabbing your tote bag.

your mom’s favorite baked goods are your salted butter rolls and coconut custard buns, which you’re very low on ingredients for, so your first task is to head to the grocery store. the store is three blocks away, so it’s not too much of a hassle to get there. as you walk down the pavement you think about getting a few extra ingredients to make yourself a nice dinner because you deserve it. 

once you head in, it’s pretty busy inside. there are a few lines for each register as people stop by on the way home from work, but it’s not overwhelmingly crowded or anything. you grab a basket and head toward the section for baking ingredients before making your way toward where the butter is. apparently you’re too focused and excited to retrieve your butter that you accidentally bump into someone with your basket.

“i’m sorry,” you apologize quickly.

surprised, beautiful brown eyes meet yours when you turn to see who you’ve run into:

sana.

she stands there taken aback just as much as you are before flashing a friendly smile. the world stops, you stand there like an idiot, and finally smile back.

“hi.” she says, her gaze caressing every part of your face. 

you scan her for a moment and forget how to breathe in the process. it seems like every single stolen glance and accidental eye contact on the elevator led to this exact moment; you and sana meeting while you look like you’re ready for a night in and with her still looking as gorgeous as ever in her work attire.

“hi,” you begin. “i’m y/n.”

she hums, grinning wider. “i see you often in the elevator.”

“me too.” you tell her.

“i didn’t expect to run into you here.” she says.

"me neither."

“do you live nearby?”

“a few blocks down, yes.” you nod. “did you… just get off work?”

“yes. i had to work overtime, unfortunately.”

“aw, sorry to hear.” you say, then break away from her gaze momentarily. “your name is… sana? am i correct? sorry i— i remember seeing it on the id you dropped…”

maybe you’re being too forward. you second-guess yourself and think about how odd it is to memorize a detail like that from such a brief interaction. you pray that you don’t come off as a creep. your eyes widen then—what if she thinks you’re stalking her? the elevator and now outside of the building? 

sana saves you from overthinking it. “you’re right on that. yes, it’s sana.”

“right.” you reply bashfully before deciding that you should probably grab the butter. “sorry, let me just—”

“oh, sorry.”

“it’s fine.” you say as you grab what you need and place it in the basket.

she glances into your basket and takes note of everything inside. sana doesn’t let the conversation die down.

“what are you making?” she asks, eyes still on the basket. you tilt your head before realizing what she’s looking at.

“oh, i’m making bread.” you mumble, “it’s my mom’s birthday tomorrow and i wanted to make some of her favorites.”

“you’re a baker?” sana questions. she starts to step away toward the produce section and you follow her just like she hoped you would’ve. 

“no, no. it’s just a hobby.”

“you must be good if your mom likes it so much.”

“hah, you’re very sweet. i’m nowhere near pastry chef experience though.”

sana laughs and you’re smiling like an even bigger idiot than before.

“maybe… if you’d allow me, i’d love to try some one day.”

your ears perk up and a blush forms on your cheeks at the implication.

“yeah. i wouldn’t mind.”

sana picks up a few apples and puts them in a bag before grabbing a container of berries. you continue to stay by her side while conversing freely, casually, as if it weren’t the first time you two had talked to each other properly.

to think that you spent the last—almost three—months overthinking every single interaction with her made you feel a little stupid, yes, but it also took a large weight off your shoulders. if you could’ve seen into the future, knowing how easy it was to talk to sana, you would’ve spent less time making yourself look extra nice in the mornings.

(not that you didn’t want to, but the effort and time was a it draining for someone you barely knew.)

“hey,” sana says before you two part ways. you’re standing there with a paper bag in your hands and a warmth in your chest just from running into her. “when will i see you again?”

“oh, um,” you think to yourself for a moment before answering, “probably the same days as usual.”

“hm, i see.” sana hums, then puts out her hand. “let me give you my number.”

“i– your number?”

she laughs and you swear you can see a slight flush on her face. “i think you’re insanely cute and i’d like to see you again on the elevator, as well as outside of it—if you’re willing.”

sana’s smiling at you now, waiting for you to unlock your phone and hand her an empty contact but you can’t really move at the moment. she takes out her phone instead and hands it to you, which snaps you out of it. her manicured nail nearly grazes your hand when you grab her phone to type your number in. you pretend to ignore the chill it sends through your body and you call your number to make sure it’s correct before handing the phone back.

“i’d like to see you outside of the elevator too, sana.” 

she’s still smiling when she says, “perfect. and i’m hoping that we’ll reach a point where i’ll get to try your bread.”

you laugh, “i can bring you some on monday?”

“8:30?”

“i’ll wait for you in the lobby.”

she smirks then. “how chivalrous.”

“well,” you begin, squeezing the handle of the paper bag in your hand a bit tighter, “the pretty woman i’ve been eyeing for months now finally talked to me—i think i can handle a little bit more waiting.”

“you’re even cuter by the second.” she admits with a charmed smile. “i’ll see you, y/n. have a good weekend.”

“you too, sana.”

—

—

—

sana types away at her laptop, conjuring up rushed draft for a last-minute article that needs to be reviewed. she reaches over for the cup of coffee on her desk only to remember she finished it half an hour ago.

mina and momo left for lunch a minute ago and sana was supposed to join them, but insisted on finishing up her work first so she wouldn’t have to work overtime. there’s a pout on her face that continues to grow, as well as the crease her brows create as she concentrates hard.

fifteen minutes fly by and sana has four decently written paragraphs done—she tells herself it’s fine if it’s a bit botched because it’s a draft—before she feels a tap on her shoulder.

she continues to type, muttering a, “hold on,” before finishing up another paragraph without turning her head once.

when she’s finally done, she glances behind her and melts at the sight of you.

“y/n,” she says as if you had just descended from the sky. 

“hi.” you greet.

you hand her the small bag in your hands and she tilts her head in confusion. you gesture for her to check what’s inside and she does just that, her eyes widening when she pulls out a warm container.

“y/n, is this—?”

“yes.” you say as she opens up the container to reveal buttered garlic rolls that you finished baking this morning while getting ready. the bread is still warm and the smell relaxes every single muscle in sana’s body. “i know you’ve been stressed since you got the promotion and heavier workload… and it’s been a few months since we started dating, so i wanted to, you know,”

sana stands up and immediately pecks your lips, not minding anyone around her since they’re either gone or too busy still finishing up their work to notice anything. she kisses you on both cheeks before holding one side of your face in her hands, her soft skin resting against your cheek.

“thank you so much.”

“it’s nothing.”

“it’s everything.” she responds, making you giggle.

sana finds you a chair so you can sit next to her before digging in. you watch her physically sink into the seat after the first bite.

“good?”

“y/n,” she starts, still chewing her food. she looks like an adorable hamster looking at you with a sparkle in her eye. “the first day you waited for me in the lobby with bread i knew you were the one for me.”

“yeah?”

“yes.”

“is bread all it takes to win you over?”

“it helped,” she jokes, taking another bite. “but you’re just so, so amazing.”

“i think that’s the bread you consumed talking.”

“no,” she argues back. “it’s my heart. and my heart also says that we should have dinner at my place tonight.”

you laugh again. “whatever you want is fine with me.”

she continues to finish her food, offering you bites as well and feeing you in the process, before saying,

being able to date the minatozaki sana from twice has been a wonderful experience.

however, your anxiety had peaked when dispatch caught you both kissing right in front of sana's apartment complex after your date night one evening (and you’ve always managed to be super cautious about these things, but sana couldn’t keep her sneaky hands to herself long enough for you both to reach her actual apartment door).

the pictures weren't grainy at all. they were clear enough to allow viewers to see that it's definitely two specific, well-known girl idols kissing: your hand resting on the back of her neck, with sana smiling into the kiss as she always does.

when the official article finally dropped, confirming that you both are dating because there can't be any other reasons to deny such allegations, your names stayed trending for weeks—even making it to national news channels.

and the internet practically melted at your relationship:

[dispatch really exposed sana for being the most whipped wlw alive!]

[WAIT, so that's why sana's always smiling at her phone every time the camera pans to her in twice's vlogs??!!!]

[alright, editors, do your thing and make these fan edits!!!]

[they're such a cute couple!!]

[matching phone cases, matching sweaters, matching rings...how have we missed all of this??]

a viral thread also stood out from it all: [proof minatozaki sana from twice has been publicly in love with her girlfriend for years.]

(to sana's embarrassment, there were quite a lot of pictures and video replies that fans had found and dissected to precise details under that thread.

she had hid her face in your shoulder with a groan then, your arms around her waist, while you both cuddled on your couch.

"they're never going to let this down," she mumbles in your neck, nuzzling her nose before she continues, "however...now i kind of want to go out there and kiss you just so they can keep talking about us."

you had laughed at that, your eyebrows lifting in amusement because sana is most likely serious, if the determination in her eyes say otherwise.

"don't look at me like that, darling. disptach worked so hard for those 4k quality photos. so, we can give them better ones, especially in the daylight!"

safe to say, you both did not go outside and exhibit pda (sana likes you all to herself anyway).

but she did lean up to kiss you deep enough for you to have a stupid smile afterwards).

—

spending time with your girlfriend has quickly become your favorite pastime, especially when you both go on instagram live together on a free weekend.

as sana is sprawled across your couch in your clothes, you decided to start a live on sana's account. sitting on the floor with your knees drawn up against your chest, you make yourself comfortable on the pillow in the space between the couch and the coffee table.

"hello everyone!" sana sings sweetly into the camera, scooting her face on the cushion to rest on your shoulder, cheek squished cutely. her freshly washed hair smells like your shampoo—something faintly floral—with her soft strands tickling your neck every time she moves.

"wouldn't that hurt your neck?" you murmur quietly, her hair almost making its way into your mouth.

"not if i'm close to you."

you rolled your eyes fondly at that, hand moving away her hair neatly before they go back on the screen to scroll through the comments.

many chats flew by quickly; your eyes were not able to catch up with them unless you pressed on the screen to pause the flow. sana read some of them out loud, voice lilting into amusement the more she did so.

"they’re saying you look sleepy." she tries to turn her head as much as possible on your shoulder, but eventually gives up with a huff when she can't see your face.

"yeah, i am a bit sleepy, but i do want to talk to your fans."

the blanket your girlfriend has draped over herself shifts a little, until you feel the weight on your shoulder becoming lighter. from the corner of your eye, you see her body slide down on the couch, plopping unceremoniously right beside you on the floor.

"so much for 'i'm so lazy, i won't join you on the floor.'" you teased, lips in a smirk as you glance over at her.

sana narrows her eyes mischievously before slipping her icy hand under the hem of your shirt, her palm splayed out on your warm skin shamelessly, making you yelp out in surprise. looking back at your livestream quickly, you let out a sigh of relief when you see the camera cuts off from your upper chest.

thank goodness, you did not want the world to see everything else.

"i'm just readjusting so i can go use the restroom." she gets up, making sure she is out of view from the camera before sauntering off to the bathroom, even having the audacity to look back with a wink accompanied with her own butt pat.

shaking your head as you try to hide your smile behind your hand, you continue filtering through the comments:

[they are never beating the married allegations...]

[we love you!!!]

[sing us a song!]

[so pretty~~~]

[comeback hints???]

muttering out the last question, you talk a bit about your upcoming comeback, playing around with your words to not reveal too much.

"you guys will be really surprise for my comeback! the style is way different from our usual concept, but that is all i can tell you!"

reaching over the table, you grab your drink, sipping it lazily as a comment suddenly catches your eye among the endless flood:

[you should offer sana your drink and wipe it afterwards to see how she reacts]

you snort into your hand at the suggestion, almost choking on the drink as your brain is already planning on how to let the little prank unfold.

"you guys are a menace. hopefully i don't end up girlfriend-less tonight...or else i'm blaming it on you guys!"

you barely have enough time to recover from your small laughing fit before the sound of slippers padding swiftly across the floor echoes from down the hallway.

sana settles back into her spot beside you with a contented sigh, rubbing her slightly damp hands against her sweatpants before tugging the blanket back over her legs.

the viewers immediately start spamming heart emojis the second she instinctively leans into your side again, her eyes meeting yours through the screen—a twinkle of shine in them.

quietly offering her your drink, she took the glass in hand with glee, body wiggling in excitement. completely oblivious to the prank, she happily brings the straw to her lips, face lighting instantly at the sweet taste of the juice as she takes long sips.

her eyes were soft and content the entire time, looking pleased over something as small as sharing your drink that almost makes you feel bad for pranking her in the first place.

almost.

"that's really good, thank you!" she scrunches her nose in gratitude as you take the drink from her hand, before her face expression turns into mild confusion when you pluck a tissue from the box, nonchalantly wiping the straw as you stare at your phone.

you can practically feel the gears in your girlfriend's head spinning as she stares back and forth from your face to the drink.

"...what are you doing?"

your lips press together immediately to stop yourself from laughing, eyes trained forward because you'll burst out laughing if you look at her directly.

"darling?" she pokes your cheek as you take a sip, her fingers traveling from your face to curling around the glass, plucking it out of your hand before she takes the straw into her mouth.

her phone somehow—miraculously—ends up falling out of its holder, the camera now panning up to the ceiling instead.

what the viewers don't see is how you're hypnotized with sana's scandalous action, one that an idol should never show in public—especially on live.

your eyes widen as she openmouthedly twirls the plastic tube with her tongue, coating it with her saliva before closing her mouth around it, lightly sucking on it as she looks at you with half-lidded, sultry eyes.

[wait wait wait what's happening?]

[you're so fucked]

[omg did y'all see sana's face????]

[notice me pls]

[live laugh love, but it seems like you'll be sleeping on the couch]

[the phone fell!!!! nooo what's going on???]

sana smirks after she pulls away with a small pop, arms now extending for the drink to be in front of you, guiding the straw to your mouth as she drags it along your lips.

your mouth parts on its own, feeling the spit-coated plastic pushing in; the warmth of it reminds you of where it had been.

your girlfriend hands you back your drink—to which you took with shaky hands—chin nodding to the cup to make sure you take sips.

her lips curve in a sly, satisfied smirk, before her hands busy themselves putting her phone back on the stand.

she proceeds to talk to her fans sweetly and innocently as if she wasn't completely ruining her idol image right in front of you.

[her gf's face is so red???? what went down?!!?!?!]

[omg what happened in those ten seconds???]

[??!?!?!??]

[sana-unnie you're so pretty]

[bro she's experiencing technical difficulties]

[sana flipped the script so fast]

for the entirety of the live, you can see her tiny twitch of a smirk tugging at the corners of her lips whenever her nails graze your thigh under the blanket.

it also doesn't help that she constantly licks her lips or has her tongue darting out for the rest of the livestream.

a real fucking tease she is.

—

as you both finally bid goodbye to everyone (sana had whined when you wanted to end it early because there were more important matters at hand. it was clear why she wanted to stall for so long), your girlfriend immediately gets in your lap, legs bracketing your hips possessively, almost knocking over the items on the table.

"look at you," she teases in a slight mocking tone, "completely whipped on live and i wonder why."

the smugness in her voice makes you shift in your seat, already feeling a pool of slick forming in your shorts.

"your fun little prank seems like it backfired, no? all flustered from just a bit of teasing, hm?"

before you can defend yourself, she turns to grab the drink on the table into her hand, the cold drips of the condensation makes you flinch as they drop onto your thighs. sana takes a few sips before turning back to you, an unreadable glint in her eyes.

just as your mouth parts to speak, sana grips your shirt tightly in her hands, pulling you in for a kiss as she presses her body impossibly closer—until you feel liquid sweetness spilling past your lips, making your eyes widen in surprise.

all you could taste was the strawberry drink traveling on your tongue and down your throat, moaning into the kiss as sana pushes more of the drink into your mouth. you let out a small choked sound as sana checks for any remnants of the drink still in your mouth with a slide of her tongue, feeling her grin on your lips afterwards when she finds none.

she pulls back abruptly in a daze, a pleased smile plastered on her pretty face as she takes in your flustered state. her fingers stay twisted tightly in your shirt, keeping you close as she bites down on her lower lip to suppress another wicked smile. her eyes flick shamelessly between your blown pupils and swollen lips before meeting your gaze again.

"my gorgeous girl," her thumb comes up to wipe away a trail of the drink that slid down to your chin, pulling it back towards her as she licks it off with an appreciative hum.

you cough again from the realization, quickly gulping hard afterwards, then stare at her with dark eyes. your hold on her thighs tightens, fingers gripping enough to stop her hips from grinding on your lap.

"what's wrong, darling?" she stares back with that infuriatingly annoying smug and sparkles in her eyes before leaning closer again, noses brushing lightly, "do you want more?"

The doorbell rang at exactly 2:00 PM. You were expecting a tutor—someone with a briefcase and maybe a cardigan. But when you pulled open the door, the air in your lungs shifted.

“Hi! You must be Y/N!”

Sana stood there, looking exactly like the photo Mina had sent you, only ten times more lethal in person. Her long black coat was open, revealing a glimpse of a blush pink top and a skirt that seemed to exist only to show off her legs.

“Mina told me all about you,” Sana chirped, stepping inside with a swirl of expensive floral-scented perfume. “She said you’re brilliant but... struggling with your Japanese? I’m Sana!”

“I... yeah. Hi. Come in,” you stammered, closing the door and feeling suddenly very underdressed in your own home.

Sana didn’t wait for a tour. She walked straight to your living room and settled onto the sofa, crossing her legs. She patted the cushion right next to her.

“So,” she began, her eyes scanning your face, lingering a bit too long on your lips before meeting your gaze again. “Mina says you want to move overseas? To Japan? That’s a big dream, Y/N.”

“I’ve always wanted to live there,” you said, sitting down. “I just… the grammar is so hard. And the pronunciation feels impossible.”

“Oh, don’t worry about the grammar yet,” Sana murmured, reaching out and brushing a stray strand of hair behind your ear. Her fingers were warm, and she didn’t pull them back immediately. “We’ll start with the phonetics. I want to see how you move your mouth. It’s the most important part of the language, you know?”

She leaned in, her shoulder pressing against yours as she pulled a notebook from her bag. “Did Mina tell you I was a strict teacher? Or a fun one?”

“She just said you were… effective,” you managed to say, your heart doing a slow somersault at the way Sana bit her lip.

“Effective,” Sana repeated, a giggle escaping her. “I like that. I think we’re going to be very effective together, Y/N.”

She had moved closer, “Japanese is a very rhythmic language, Y/N,” Sana murmured, her voice warm. “If you get the vowels wrong, the whole meaning changes. You have to be very precise.”

You nodded, your heart doing a nervous thrum. You were determined to do this right. You weren’t a slacker; you were serious about this move. So, naturally, you did the only logical thing a student would do: you locked your eyes onto her face.

You watched her intently. Not because she told you to, but because you needed to see how her tongue hit the back of her teeth, how her lips rounded or flattened with every syllable.

Sana was demonstrating the basic greetings, and you found yourself transfixed by the way her plush, glossy lips moved. You were so locked in on the shape of her mouth that you barely heard the words. You were tracing the curve of her cupid’s bow in your mind, noting the way her bottom lip looked soft enough to bruise.

Sana noticed.

She didn’t say a word about it. She didn’t call you out. But she leaned in another inch, her eyes darkening. If you wanted to watch her mouth, she was going to give you a show.

As you struggled to repeat a particularly tricky phrase, Sana slowly ran her tongue over her bottom lip, leaving it glistening under the living room lights. She drew out the sounds, her gaze dropping to your own mouth.

“Try again,” she whispered, her voice sounding like honey.

When you stumbled over the pronunciation, Sana just bit her lower lip—hard enough to leave a pale mark—and watched you with hunger. She leaned even closer, the soft fabric of her blush pink blouse brushing against your arm, her fingers tracing the edge of the sofa cushion right next to your thigh.

“I... I should get us some water,” you managed to choke out, the heat suddenly becoming too much to handle. You needed to break the circuit. “Do you want some, Sana-san?”

“Sana-chan.” she corrected and let out a giggle, her eyes sparkling as she watched you scramble off the sofa. “Yes. Water sounds perfect. My throat is getting very dry.”

The cool air of the kitchen was a relief, but your hands were still trembling as you reached for the glasses. You could feel Sana’s gaze on your back.

The sound of the ice hitting the glass was punctuated by the melodic chime of Sana’s phone back in the living room. You heard the sofa cushions shift, and then her voice.

“Moshi moshi?” Sana answered, her voice dropping.

You leaned against the counter while filling the glass. Sana was leaning back, one arm draped over the top of the sofa, her heels digging into your carpet. She wasn’t looking at her phone. She was looking at you.

She let out a low, wicked laugh, her eyes traveling slowly from your head, down your spine, and lingering on the curve of your hips.

“Aa, sou da ne,” she said into the receiver, her voice rising just enough for you to hear over the running water. “Demo, kono ko... sugoku kawaii yo.” (She’s extremely cute, you know)

You froze. You knew that word. Everyone knew Kawaii. Cute.

Sana shifted her legs as she reached out to trace slow circles on the sofa cushion—right where you had been sitting moments ago.

“Hontou ni…” she murmured, “Kisu shitai na. Gaman dekinai kurai, kisu shitai.” (I want to kiss her. I want to kiss her so much I can’t help it)

You didn’t know the grammar, but those syllables hit you like a physical touch.

Kisu. Kiss.

Shitai. Want to.

She wanted to kiss you. She was telling someone on the phone, while looking at you dead in the eye, that she wanted to kiss you so badly she couldn’t stand it.

“Honto, tabechaitai kurai da yo…” (Honestly, I could eat her up) she finished with a final, lingering look that made your skin feel like it was on fire, before snapping her phone shut.

You stood there, the water overflowing the glass and spilling onto your hand, your face burning shade of scarlet. You had to go back out there. You had to sit next to her.

“Y/N-chan?” Sana’s voice drifted in from the living room, sounding perfectly innocent again. “Is the water ready?”

The walk back to the sofa felt like it took a lifetime. You set the glasses down on the coffee table with a shaky clink, your face still red. You tried to keep your eyes on the glass, but Sana was already shifting.

“You look a little overwhelmed, Y/N-chan,” Sana murmured, setting the glass down and leaning in until your shoulders touched. “Maybe the basics are too boring for you? Should we move on to something more expressive?”

“I’m fine,” you managed to choke out, sitting as far back as the sofa would allow. “Just... thirsty.”

Sana giggles, setting her glass down and leaning in. “Good. Because I want to see how much you’ve actually learned today. Let’s do a little comprehension test.”

She didn’t open the notebook. She reached out and traced a slow, deliberate circle on your thigh.

“I'm going to say a few things in Japanese,” she whispered. “Don’t worry about the grammar. Just tell me... how it makes you feel.”

She leaned in closer, her breath hot against your skin. “Kimi no koto, hontou ni daki-shimetai. Kono ato, beddo de nani shiyou ka?” (I really want to hold you. What should we do in bed later?)

You stared at her, your brain a complete and total question mark. “I... I have no idea what you just said. Was that about food?”

Sana burst out laughing, a bright sound that made her shoulders shake. “Food? Not even close.”

“Let’s try again,” she cooed, her hand sliding an inch higher on your thigh, her fingers curling slightly. “Ima, kimochi ii? Motto... hageshiku shite hoshii?” (Does it feel good right now? Do you want me to... do it more intensely?)

Your heart stopped. You didn’t know the whole sentence, but there was one specific, jagged word—the one that always preceded a total breakdown in those videos.

“Kimochi…” you whispered, your voice trembling. “I know that one. It means... it feels good, right?”

Sana froze for a split second, a flash of surprise crossing her face. She leaned in until her lips were grazing your earlobe, her hand finally sliding fully under the fabric of your shorts, her palm molding to your heat.

“Oh?” she rasped, her voice a low, dangerous velvet. “And where exactly did my student learn a word like that? Was that in the travel brochure, Y/N?”

She didn’t wait for your stuttered excuse. Her hand, already warm against your thigh, began to move with a slow, agonizing deliberation. She leaned in, her lips finding the sensitive cord of your neck, planting soft, open-mouthed kisses that made your head tilt back instinctively.

Sana kept mumbling words you didn’t understand but felt in the pit of your stomach.

“Kore wa?” she murmured, her breath hot against your throat as her fingers grazed the very edge of your panties. “Kore mo, kimochi ii n desu ka?” (Is this? Does this also feel good?)

You couldn’t answer. Your hands flew to her shoulders, your fingers digging into the soft fabric of her blouse as you tried to ground yourself. You let out a broken, needy sound—a jagged gasp that was the only language you had left.

Sana let out a low, predatory hum at the sound. “That’s it, Y/N. Give me more of that.”

She didn’t stop. With one smooth, practiced motion, she hooked her fingers into the waistband of your shorts and panties, sliding them down just enough—just enough to get the access she wanted, pinning you against the sofa cushions with the weight of her gaze.

“Hora, mite…” she whispered, her voice a wrecked, airy rasp as she looked down at what she’d uncovered. "Sugoku nureteru n janai. Hontou ni, hageshiku shite hoshii no ne?" (Look… you’re so wet, aren’t you? You really want me to do it roughly, don’t you?)

She slid two fingers inside you in one smooth motion, the sudden stretch making you cry out her name. Sana didn’t go slow; she started at a relentless pace.

“Sana.. ahh fuck!” you sobbed, your vision blurring.

Sana didn’t let up. Her fingers were a relentless blur inside you, driving into your heat with a speed that made your breath come in short hitches. You were a mess of broken Japanese and desperate gasps, your fingers digging into her sleeves as you arched off the sofa cushions, trying to meet her pace.

“Motto... hageshiku…” (More... roughly...) you sobbed, the words you’d learned from those late night videos finally falling from your lips in a needy plea.

Sana let out a growl at the sound of you finally using the words she taught you. She leaned in, her teeth nipping at the sensitive skin of your shoulder, before her gaze drifted to the glass on the coffee table.

“You’re so hot, Y/N,” she reached out and grabbed the glass. You watched, dazed and trembling, as she used her tongue to fish out a single, jagged cube of ice. She held it between her mouth.

She leaned back over you, her free hand cupping your jaw to tilt your head back.

“Open,” she commanded through the chill.

When you obeyed, she pressed her mouth to yours. She pushed the cube into your mouth, her lips sealing over yours to catch the meltwater as it trickled down.

“Tsumetai?” (Is it cold?) she whispered against your lips as she pulled back, watching you shiver. She didn’t wait for an answer. While you were still reeling from the freezing sensation in your mouth, Sana redoubled her efforts below. She curled her fingers deep inside you, hitting that specific, sensitive spot with a sudden, heavy pressure that made your eyes roll back.

The contrast was too much—the freezing ice melting against your tongue while a literal wildfire was starting between your thighs.

Sana was taking her precious time now, pulling her fingers nearly all the way out just to trace slow, agonizing circles around your opening with her damp fingertips before plunging back in.

Ring. Ring. Ring.

The chime of Sana’s phone cut through your hazy consciousness. You expected her to ignore it, but she reached for her phone on the coffee table. She didn’t even check the caller ID before sliding it open and pressing it to her ear, all while her other hand redoubled its pace inside you.

“Moshi moshi, Mina-chan?” Sana chirped, her voice sounding maddeningly casual, even as her knuckles grazed deep inside you.

“Sana? Is the tutoring session actually happening?” Mina’s voice was soft but clear in the quiet room. “I’ve been trying to get a hold of you. What is that sound? Are you with a hook-up? Sana! Tell me you’re actually at Y/N’s!”

You let out a loud, broken moan as Sana’s thumb rubbed your clit, her fingers curling. The sound was unmistakable.

“Oh, Y/N?” Sana murmured into the phone, her eyes locked on your glazed ones as she watched you unravel. “She’s right here, Mina-chan. She’s just having a very difficult time with her oral exercises. The pronunciation is making her quite breathless, isn’t it, Y/N?”

“If you’re with someone, hang up!” Mina huffed, sounding both annoyed and suspicious.

You were beyond caring about Mina; your hands were frantic, reaching up to fumble with the delicate ties of Sana’s blouse. You needed the fabric gone. You needed her skin against yours.

“Ah-ah,” Sana scolded softly, pulling the phone away from her lips for a split second but not hanging up. “Don’t be a brat, Y/N. A good student doesn’t ruin the teacher’s clothes just because she’s losing her mind.”

Mina was still talking, but Sana was too focused on your needy body to really listen. “She’s definitely learning something,” she muttered into the phone.

You whimpered, grinding desperately against her hand, barely able to process that Mina could literally hear everything.

“Mina-chan? Sorry, Y/N is being very demanding right now. I’ll call you back later~” Sana tossed the phone aside without caring where it landed, her full attention finally on you. “Where were we?”

Your hips were moving on their own, a frantic, stuttering rhythm as you tried to keep that feeling alive.

“Oh?” Sana murmured, she felt the way you were chasing her hand, your body doing all the heavy lifting while she simply watched you with hunger. “You don’t even need me to move, do you? You’re doing all the work yourself, Y/N.”

She curled her fingers one last time before pulling her hand completely away.

The void she left was agonizing. You let out a broken, needy whine, your hands reaching out to grab her wrists, but Sana was already shifting. She sat up straight as she gave her thigh a pat.

“Since you’re so eager to move,” she whispered, her eyes locked on yours. “Come here.”

You didn’t hesitate. You crawled forward, your knees dragging across the sofa cushions until you were straddling her right leg, your wet pussy meeting her bare skin.

Sana’s hands coming up to your waist—not to hold you, but to guide the pace. As you began to grind against her thigh, seeking the heat, she reached for the hem of your top. In one swift, effortless motion, she pulled it over your head and tossed it into the pile with her phone.

Sana breathed, her eyes traveling over your exposed skin with a look of pure possession.

She reached for the delicate ties of her own blouse. You watched, transfixed, as she slowly undid them, the silk falling open to reveal her shoulders and the lace of her bra. You reached out, your fingers fumbling to help her, your skin finally meeting hers as she pulled you flush against her chest.

The moment your bare skin collided with hers, your mouth finding hers in a frantic, sloppy mess of teeth and flavored gloss. It was desperate and uncoordinated, your tongues tangling with a raw hunger.

Sana let out a low, muffled groan into the kiss, her hands moving from your waist to your back, pulling you so flush against her that you could feel every rhythmic thud of her heart.

You were grinding against her thigh like your life depended on it. You were completely undone, your fingers digging into the soft skin of her shoulders, clinging to her as the only solid thing in a world that was spinning out of control.

Sana didn’t stop you. She didn’t even try to take over. She pulled back from the kiss just enough to watch you. Her eyes were heavy-lidded—like she was watching a particularly entertaining show on TV.

“So loud. So greedy. Is this what you wanted to learn, Y/N?” she rasped, her voice wrecked.

While you were lost in the haze of the friction, Sana’s fingers moved with a ghost-like precision. You didn’t even feel her reach for the clasp of your bra. One moment you were constricted, and the next, the tension snapped. The lace fell away, and Sana’s cool palms immediately moved up to cup your tits, her thumbs grazing your nipples that made your back arch.

“So sensitive…” she whispered, her thumbs circling your nipples almost mockingly slow compared to the desperate speed of your hips grinding against her thigh. “You’re riding my thigh like a puppy in heat. Does it feel good? Rubbing that desperate clit all over my thigh?”

Your hips stilled for only a second, mortified by the brutal accuracy of her words—riding her thigh like a puppy in heat. That’s exactly what you were doing. You were so lost in the sensation, so embarrassingly desperate to finish, that you didn’t even care anymore.

“Yes,” you gasped, your voice raw and wrecked. “It... it feels so good…”

“Is that so?” she purred, her voice a low, dangerous velvet. “Then don’t stop now, baby. If it feels so good, tell me why. Tell me what you’ve been thinking about since I walked through that door.”

You didn’t just tell her; you unraveled. Every filtered thought, every observation you’d tried to hide behind the notebook came spilling out.

“You’re so... pretty, Sana,” you sobbed, your hips resuming that frantic, unhinged grind against her bare thigh. “I couldn’t even look at the book. All I could see were your lips... I wanted to see how they’d look bruised. I wanted to see you look at me like this.”

“You’re so fucking sexy,” you gasped, your fingers digging into her shoulders. “The way you look on your blouse... the way you smell... I wanted to rip it off the second you sat down. I wanted to be your little puppy. I wanted you to ruin me.”

“Y/N…”

“You’re the hottest woman I’ve ever seen,” you continued. “I don’t care about the Japanese lessons. I just want to feel you. I want your fingers back inside me. I want to taste you. Please... Sana, please.”

Her eyes darkened with lust as you poured out your filthy thoughts. Without a word, she slipped her fingers back inside you. You cried out, hips jerking violently against her hand.

She fucked you mercilessly with her fingers. You were so wet that her fingers slipped in and out with ease, making wet, squelching noises that only seemed to drive her on. “Keep talking, baby.”

Your breath hitched as she curled her fingers, hitting your g-spot with perfect precision. “I-I’m… you’re going to make me squirt,” you whimpered, your hips bucking against her hand. “I want to soak your pretty fingers, Sana.”

Her eyes flashed with dirty images at your request. She immediately changed the angle of her fingers to hit harder and deeper. Your body shuddered, your pussy making wet, sloshing noises that told her exactly how horny you were. “Like this?”

“Mmm... yes!” you cried out, your legs trembling as she fucked you relentlessly. Your orgasm builds quickly, the pressure in your core growing intense. “I’m gonna... I’m gonna fucking—hngh, Sana…” You panted desperately.

At your desperate plea, she pressed her fingers deeper. Your pussy spasmed violently, gushing all over her hand like a broken faucet. You screamed, your body convulsing as you squirted everywhere, soaking the couch and her hand.

She kept fucking you through your orgasm, making you squirt over and over until you were a sobbing, twitching mess. Once you finally stopped squirting, she slowly pulled her fingers out, bringing them to her mouth to suck off your juices. “Mmm... you taste so good, baby.”

She pulled you close, letting you collapse against her chest. Her soft hands stroked your hair gently as you trembled through the aftershocks. She pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead.

She felt you shiver against her, your muscles still too wobbly to even consider sitting up. With a soft giggle, Sana shifted slightly, her arm tightening around your waist to keep you from sliding off as she reached toward the coffee table. Her fingers snagged the box of tissues.

“Stay still, baby,” she whispers.

She began to wipe you up that felt maddeningly intimate. Every gentle swipe of the tissue against your sensitive, aching pussy made your breath hitch, your fingers digging onto her arms for support. You were so far gone, so completely drained, that you just let her do it, your head lolling against her shoulder.

“I... I think I need a minute,” you managed to choke out, your voice sounding like it had been dragged through gravel. “My legs... they won’t work.”

You didn’t plan on becoming an actress.

It wasn’t some childhood dream tucked between storybooks and daydreams. No grand ‘I want to be on screen’ moment. No mirror rehearsals. No imaginary award speeches.

It just happened.

A friend dragged you to an audition. You almost didn’t go. You shouldn’t have gone—you had classes, responsibilities, a life that made sense in its own quiet way.

But you went anyway.

And somehow, out of dozens—hundreds—you got a callback.

Then another.

Then another.

Until one day, you were sitting in a room that smelled faintly of coffee and paper, staring at a script with your name printed on the front like it belonged there.

It didn’t feel real.

Even now, it still didn’t.

The project was big.

Bigger than anything you could’ve imagined stumbling into.

A GL series. High budget. Heavy promotion. The kind of show people would dissect frame by frame the moment it aired.

And then there was your co-star.

Minatozaki Sana.

You knew her, of course.

Everyone did.

Even before stepping into the industry, her name existed everywhere—interviews, dramas, brand deals.

Talented. Experienced. Effortless.

The first day on set wasn’t filming.

It was the table read.

You got there early. Too early.

The room was still half-empty, staff moving around, setting up scripts and water bottles like a ritual you didn’t quite understand yet.

You picked a seat. Not too close to the center. Not too far either.

Your fingers tapped nervously against the script.

You hadn’t even opened it yet.

People started arriving in clusters.

They greeted each other like old friends, laughter spilling easily, conversations overlapping like waves.

You stayed quiet.

Tried to memorize names, faces, dynamics—like studying for a test you didn’t know how to pass.

And then the room shifted.

Minatozaki Sana had arrived.

Just a simple “Hi” to the room, a small bow of her head as she greeted people one by one, her voice easy—like she belonged everywhere at once.

She smiled at people like she remembered them.

Maybe she did.

“Hi,” she said.

You looked up. Too fast.

Sana was already there, standing just beside your chair, her smile softer up close.

“Is this seat taken?” she asked.

You shook your head.

“No.”

Brilliant. One word. Incredible.

“Thanks,” she said, sliding into the seat beside you like it was the most natural thing in the world.

Of course she sat next to you.

You became very aware of everything all at once—the slight shift of the chair, the faint brush of fabric as she settled in, the way the space beside you didn’t feel like empty space anymore.

For a split second, her eyes flickered toward you.

“First project?” she asked quietly, glancing at the script in your hands.

You nodded, a little too quickly.

“Yeah.”

She hummed softly, like she expected that answer. “You’ll be fine.”

The director called everyone to settle.

Scripts opened almost in sync, pages flipping like a coordinated sound effect.

The reading started.

At first, your voice felt foreign.

Like you were borrowing someone else’s tone, someone else’s confidence. Every line you delivered sat on the edge of almost right.

But the more it went on, the easier it became to sink into the character.

To forget, just a little, that this wasn’t you.

And then came her lines.

Sana’s.

She didn’t read them.

She lived them.

Every word landed exactly where it needed to, soft or sharp or teasing, like she understood the character in a way you were still trying to catch up to.

It was intimidating.

Because when she spoke to you—to your character—it felt easier to respond.

Like she was pulling you into the scene without forcing it.

You almost forgot where you were.

Scene 17. A kiss.

Your stomach dropped.

Close-up.

You kept reading.

Because you had to.

Your next lines came out a fraction delayed, your focus split between staying in character and the sudden, loud realization sitting in your chest.

You were going to have to do that.

With her.

When the reading ended, people relaxed almost instantly.

Chairs scraped, conversations sparked back to life, the tension dissolving like it had never been there.

But yours didn’t.

You stared at the script for a moment longer before closing it.

You stood up and made your way toward the director.

“Director,” you started, trying to keep your voice steady, “about Scene 17…”

They looked up immediately, attention sharp in a way that made it clear they’d had this conversation before—with other actors, other projects, other versions of the same hesitation.

“Yes?”

You shifted your weight, fingers curling slightly around the edge of your script.

“I was wondering if we could… adjust it? Maybe rely more on camera angles or cuts instead of—”

“The kiss?” they finished for you.

You nodded.

They didn’t answer right away. Instead, they leaned back slightly, studying you.

“It’s an important scene,” they said finally. “It sets the tone for their relationship moving forward. If we soften it too much, it loses impact.”

“I understand,” you replied quickly. “I just—I don’t have much experience with… that kind of scene.”

That felt like the safest way to say it.

Not I don’t know how to kiss.

Just… lack of experience.

The director hummed, considering.

“Then you should practice.”

“I—”

Before you could find a response—

“Sana!”

Oh no.

You didn’t turn around immediately.

Because if you didn’t look, maybe this wasn’t happening.

“Yes, Director?” she said, stopping beside you.

The director gestured between the two of you like this was the most natural solution in the world.

“We were just talking about Scene 17. There’s some hesitation.”

You wished the floor would open up.

Sana glanced at you.

“Ah,” she said softly, like she understood more than what was being said out loud.

“This is her first time doing a scene like that,” the director added.

You really wished the floor would open up.

“We can work on it,” she said.

Just like that.

No hesitation. No weirdness.

You blinked. “Work on it?”

“A workshop,” she clarified. “Just the two of us. Go over the scene, figure out what feels natural.”

“Only if you’re comfortable,” she added quickly, and that part—that part—felt real.

You looked back at the director, who seemed more than satisfied with this solution.

“This would help the performance a lot,” they said.

Of course it would. Of course.

Your options lined up in your head, one by one.

“…Okay,” you heard yourself say.

The word landed before you could rethink it.

Sana’s smile softened, “Alright,” she said. “We’ll keep it simple.”

“Exchange numbers,” the director said, already moving on mentally. “Work out a schedule that suits you both.”

Your hands felt weirdly uncoordinated as you pulled out your phone.

Sana did the same, stepping a little closer so you could see her screen.

Her name appeared as she typed it in.

Sana.

No extra flair. No nickname.

“I’ll text you,” she said.

You nodded.

“Don’t stress too much about it,” she said gently. “We’ll take it step by step.”

She gave you one last small smile before stepping away, getting pulled into another conversation like nothing unusual had just been arranged.

Like this wasn’t about to become the most nerve-wracking part of your week.

When you got home, your phone buzzed.

A new message.

Sana: Hi! It’s Sana :)

Send me your availability when you can

You didn’t reply immediately.

Not because you were busy.

Not because you didn’t know what to say.

But because suddenly, every possible response felt like it would define something.

Which was ridiculous.

You unlocked it.

Opened the chat.

Read it again.

Hi! It’s Sana :)

Send me your availability when you can.

You typed.

Hi! This is—Deleted it.

She knew who you were. Obviously.

You tried again.

Hi Sana! I’m free—Deleted.

Too eager?

You stared at the blinking cursor like it was judging you.

Five minutes passed. Then ten.

At this point, not replying felt weirder than replying.

Sent.

Y/N: Hi! I’m free most afternoons this week. Let me know what works for you

You immediately regretted it.

Too plain. Too formal. Too—

Your phone buzzed.

Too late.

Sana: I thought you’d take longer to reply

What did that mean.

Was she—No.

You typed back slower this time.

Y/N: I was thinking about it

Three dots appeared.

Disappeared.

Came back.

Left again.

Sana: I’m free tomorrow evening

Or the day after, a bit earlier

You leaned back against your bed, staring at the ceiling for a second before looking at your phone again.

Tomorrow. That felt… soon. Too soon? Or better to just get it over with?

Y/N: Tomorrow works

Sana: Okay :)

I’ll send you the address

See you tomorrow

And just like that, the conversation ended.

But the feeling didn’t end with it.

The building itself already made you feel out of place.

Glass, steel, and quiet luxury that didn’t need to announce itself. The kind of place where even the air conditioning felt expensive.

You checked your phone.

The address matched.

You lingered in the lobby for a moment, pretending to reread her message.

Unit 2104. Just ring when you’re here :)

You made your way up anyway.

The hallway was quiet.

Soft carpet under your shoes, dim lighting, doors spaced just far enough apart to make everything feel private.

You found her unit.

Stood there. Stared at it.

This is stupid, you told yourself. It’s just practice. Just work.

You pressed the doorbell.

The door opened.

And there she was.

Loose shirt, soft fabric that moved when she did. Hair slightly tousled like she hadn’t bothered styling it for anyone.

You forgot your rehearsed greeting.

“Y/N!” she said, smiling like you hadn’t just spent the last fifteen minutes mentally spiraling outside her door.

“Hi,” you managed.

She stepped aside. “Come in.”

Her place was exactly what you expected.

Clean lines. Warm lighting. A space that felt lived in, not staged. There were small details—books, a half-forgotten mug on the counter.

You hovered near the entrance for half a second too long.

“Shoes are fine,” she added casually, noticing.

You stepped in, the door closing softly behind you.

“Do you want anything?” she asked, already heading toward the kitchen. “Water, tea, juice…”

“Wine?”

You almost laughed.

“Water’s okay.”

She nodded, grabbing a glass and filling it without another word.

You watched her for a second before catching yourself.

“Here,” she said, handing it to you.

Your fingers brushed briefly.

“Thanks.”

You took a small sip, mostly to give yourself something to do.

“Sit wherever you’re comfortable,” she said, gesturing toward the living area.

Sana joined you a moment later, not too close—but not far either.

For a second, neither of you spoke.

She broke it.

“So,” she started, turning slightly toward you, “how are you feeling about everything?”

You huffed out a quiet breath. “Nervous.”

She smiled faintly. “I figured.”

“I’ve never really…” you trailed off, gesturing vaguely. “Done something like this before.”

Sana nodded slowly, like she was piecing together exactly where you were at without needing the full sentence.

“That’s okay,” she said. “We’re not rushing into anything.”

“This is still work,” she continued, her tone shifting slightly—more grounded now. “It might feel personal, but it’s about the characters. Their connection.”

You listened. Really listened.

“I’ll guide you,” she added.

“Before we start,” she said, “I just need to know your boundaries.”

“Like—what you’re comfortable with, what you’re not,” she clarified. “We set that first.”

You nodded slowly, thinking.

“I think I’m okay with… the scene as it is,” you said. “I just don’t want to mess it up.”

“You won’t,” she replied immediately.

“Ready?” she asked.

Your grip tightened slightly around the glass in your hands. You set it down on the table.

“Yeah.”

You weren’t.

“Relax your shoulders,” she murmured, voice softer now.

You hadn’t even realized they were tense.

Her hand lifted and paused just short of your face. Like she was giving you one last chance to pull back.

Her fingers brushed lightly against your chin, tilting your face just enough.

“Just follow me,” she said quietly.

She leaned in.

A brief press of her lips against yours, so light it almost felt like a question instead of an action.

It lasted barely a second.

Your brain lagged behind your body, trying to catch up with what just happened.

“That’s a peck,” she explained gently, like nothing about that moment had just rearranged your entire sense of awareness.

“It’s usually how scenes start—testing the distance, the reaction.”

You nodded.

“Again,” she said.

But when her lips met yours again, she lingered just a fraction longer.

“And when I stay a bit longer,” she murmured as she pulled back, “you don’t freeze.”

“You respond,” she continued, her eyes flicking briefly to your lips before meeting your gaze again.

“Even if it’s small. Even if you’re unsure.”

Your throat felt dry. You nodded again.

“Okay,” she said. “Try to follow me this time.”

Your heart picked the worst possible moment to be loud.

She leaned in again.

When her lips met yours this time, you tried not to go still.

Tried to remember what she said. Respond. So you did.

“Good,” she whispered.

And then she closed the distance again.

The kiss deepened.

Not suddenly. Gradually.

Like she was guiding you through it without breaking the moment to explain.

Your hand moved before you could stop it.

Gripping the nearest thing—the couch pillow.

Sana noticed because you felt it—the faint curve of a smile against your lips.

Your thoughts blurred, replaced by the simple effort of keeping up—matching the way she moved, the rhythm she set.

When she finally pulled away, it wasn’t abrupt.

Your breathing gave you away first.

Uneven. Too quick.

Sana’s gaze softened slightly. “Breathe,” she said quietly.

You inhaled, trying to steady yourself, but your pulse was still racing in a way that felt impossible to hide.

“That’s normal,” she added.

“We should try different positions.”

Your brain stopped working.

“For the scene,” she clarified, but there was the slightest hint of amusement in her tone now.

You swallowed. “Right.”

She shifted slightly on the couch, turning toward you more fully now.

“Sometimes,” she said, “the dynamic changes depending on positioning. It affects how the scene feels.”

You nodded, even if your brain was still catching up.

“For this specific beat,” she began, “The director wants a sense of… desperation. Not just a kiss, but a need to be close.”

Her gaze flickered over you briefly before settling again. “It would look more authentic if you were on my lap. The height difference, the way you’d have to look down at me—it adds a layer of vulnerability.”

A small pause. “Are you okay with that?”

Your pulse hitched. “On your lap?”

“Just for positioning,” she said.

You swallowed.

“Okay… if you think it works better.”

Sana didn’t move.

She waited.

For you.

You shifted carefully, the fabric of the couch creasing under your weight as you moved closer, then over her.

You became aware of everything all at once.

The steady way her hands found your waist, grounding you. The faint trace of her scent—soft, expensive.

“I’m going to take this a step further now,” she murmured.

You looked down at her.

“The script calls for a lack of composure,” she continued quietly. “Try to match my pace this time.”

“And… is it okay if my hands move a little more? For the scene.”

Your breath caught before you could stop it. “Oh—okay. Yeah.”

“Good.”

When her lips met yours this time, there was no hesitation.

Her mouth opened against yours, her tongue tracing the seam of your lips with a confidence that made your knees weak even while you were sitting.

You didn’t have time to think.

Your mouth opened for her.

The first touch of her tongue against yours felt like an electric current.

It was deep. Desperate.

The kind of kiss that felt like it was trying to steal the air right out of your lungs.

You tried to match her.

Tried to move with her, but Sana was the one setting the rhythm, her movements fluid and demanding.

Then, her hands moved.

They didn’t just rest on your waist anymore.

One hand slid up, fingers splaying wide across your back, pulling you down, forcing your chest flush against hers.

The other hand dropped.

Her fingers dug into the meat of your thigh, a firm squeeze that made a small, broken sound catch in the back of your throat.

She swallowed the noise.

You felt her other hand leave your back, her fingers sliding up the nape of your neck to find your hair.

She guided you.

Tilted your head just a fraction more to deepen it.

You reached out. Your fingers curling into the soft fabric of her shirt at her shoulders, pulling her closer because the space between you felt like an insult.

You moved.

Without thinking. Without permission.

A slow, subconscious shift of your hips against hers, seeking more of that friction, more of that solid weight beneath you.

Sana noticed.

She broke the kiss for a heartbeat—just an inch of space.

Her lips brushed against yours as she spoke, her voice a low, rough thread of sound.

“Like that,” she whispered.

She was smirking.

You could feel the curve of it against your skin before she dove back in, more intense than before.

Her hand on your thigh moved higher, squeezing, guiding you closer to her as the room—and the script—disappeared completely.

the first time tzuyu notices you, it’s not because you’re trying. 

everyone else around her always does — they laugh a little louder when she walks by, fix their hair, whisper to their friends. some are bold enough to flirt with her outright, while others just hope that she looks their way.

she usually does, and she gets bored just as fast. but you, you don’t even look up when she passes by, your head stuck in a book as you walk. 

tzuyu glances back at you again, tilting her head in slight confusion and annoyance.  

—

late afternoon sunlight spills across the tables. the library is filled with the quiet sound of pages turning and keyboards clicking. tzuyu isn’t there to study — not really. she’s only here because her friends dragged her along, saying something about how she should try to be productive for once. 

tzuyu’s ignoring their conversation — something about thermodynamics — and scans the library, looking for something more interesting to invest her time in. her eyes eventually land on you.

you’re tucked in the corner, wired headphones on, completely focused. there’s a notebook in front of you filled with your neat handwriting. your pen moves quickly like you’re trying to catch up with your own thoughts, filling each line quickly. 

you don’t notice her or how she’s looking at you, even when she continues to stare. you don’t budge, not even when one of her friends follows her gaze and nudges her.

“tzu,” nayeon whispers, leaning a little closer to the taiwanese. “who are you staring at?”

tzuyu doesn’t answer right away. she watches you flip a page, frown a little, and then tap your pen against your lips in thought. 

“...no one,” tzuyu says finally, her tone a little too casual for someone who's been caught blatantly staring.

nayeon hums, unconvinced. she glances back and forth between you and tzuyu. “right.”

it’s not unusual for her to stare at people. she does it all the time — quick assessments of who’s watching her, who wants her attention, who might be interesting for a while. it’s easy and always predictable, but you’re not. you don’t even look back at her.

“didn’t expect her to be your type,” nayeon quips, not looking up from her textbook. tzuyu finally looks away.

“she’s not my type,” she says, but the words sound weak even to her. tzuyu’s eyes drift back immediately, like a magnet to your frame. you’ve switched tasks now, pulling out a computer from your backpack. you position the device on your thighs, typing away at something on your screen.

tzuyu exhales slowly, resting her chin lightly on her hand. “who is she?” she asks before she can stop herself. nayeon smiles immediately, putting down her textbook to look at the younger girl.

“thought you weren’t interested.”

“im not,” tzuyu replies, albeit a bit too quickly. “i’ve just never seen her before,” she says quietly. nayeon hums.

“different crowd.”

“yeah,” tzuyu murmurs. she looks back at you one last time before facing the other way.  

—

she sees you again the next day. and the day after that. 

it’s nowhere dramatic — in hallways, classes, or the courtyard. it’s always the same thing. you’re in your own world, talking to a small group of friends of sitting alone, completely unaffected by everything happening around you. 

completely unaffected by her. it’s new, and even a little annoying. 

—

by the end of the week, tzuyu’s already decided.

“im going to talk to her.”

“finally,” jeongyeon mutters. “you’ve been following her around all week, tzu.”

“i say it’ll last a week,” nayeon adds. “maybe two, if she’s feeling generous.”

tzuyu rolls her eyes. “you’re both annoying.” 

but she’s smiling, because in her mind, this is simple — it always is. 

—

the first time tzuyu approaches you, it’s deliberate. you’re by your locker, halfway through grabbing your books when someone leans against the one next to yours — almost too close.

“you always look this focused,” tzuyu says with an easy grin, like she’s continuing a conversation you never started. you pause. you slowly look up, and for the first time, you actually see her. there’s a flicker of recognition, sure. everyone on campus knows who she is. but that’s it — there’s not even a hint of fluster, excitement, or immediate interest. 

just a small polite “...hi?”

tzuyu blinks once, then twice. your reaction is subtle, but it throws her off more than she expects. most people react, but you don’t. that’s fine, she’ll just have to adjust her strategy a bit. she leans in just a little more, her smile sharpening just slightly. 

“hi,” she echoes. “are you going to tell me your name, or do i have to guess?”

you hesitate a little before answering. when you do, it’s simple and straightforward. there’s no attempt to impress her in even the slightest amount or any nerves in your voice. it’s almost as if you don’t really care who she is. 

—

from that moment on, it becomes a game for tzuyu. at least, that’s what she tells herself. she’s going to get you to fall for her no matter what, no matter how long it takes. she starts showing up in your line of view more often. she sits right next to you in class even when there are plenty of seats, steals your pen just to see your reaction, and leans over your shoulder to ‘read’ your notes. 

“you write a lot,” she comments one day after looking over your shoulder. you don’t react in the way she wants you to.

“i like to”

“why?”

you shrug. “why not.”

that’s all you say — there’s no elaboration or any attempt on your side to continue the conversation. 

“are you not curious?” she questions suddenly. 

“about what?” you ask, scribbling something in your notebook.

“about me.”

that finally gets your attention. you glance at her, studying her face for a bit before answering. “i already know who you are.” you say it like a fact, as if there’s nothing interesting about her. 

—

“she’s interesting,” tzuyu says to her friends as she scrolls through her phone. nayeon snorts at that.

“that’s new. you usually go for the easy ones.”

“well i can go for easy if i want to,” tzuyu replies, defensive for a reason she doesn’t know. 

“so then what’s your plan?” jihyo asks. tzuyu smirks, her confidence back in place.

“the usual.” 

she’ll flirt and charm you, making you laugh at all her jokes. she’ll get close, get what she wants, then leave, right before it gets complicated. 

—

you don’t let her in easily. all your answers to her questions are blunt, simple, almost always answered in a few words. they’re vague and frustrating, making it impossible for her to keep her movie-star smile. 

“do you like ice cream?” tzuyu asks spontaneously as soon as class ends. she looking at you with her dimple showing.

“who doesn’t,” you say as you pack your belongings, double-checking to make sure you haven’t forgot anything.

“let’s go get some, then. my treat,” tzuyu loops her arms around yours and drags you across campus. 

you don’t say anything, but you let yourself be dragged by her. a small smile forms on your lips when she starts rambling about what flavor to get.

“what about you?” she asks, waiting for your answer.

“you’ll see.”

—

“you always get chocolate,” tzuyu observes after your fifth outing for ice cream after class. “do you never get adventurous? i always pick different flavors.”

“i know. but chocolate’s so perfect,” you say. your answers have gotten somewhat longer. tzuyu grins pleasantly, taking another lick of her cone. at least it isn’t like she’s talking to herself anymore.

—

tzuyu starts asking you more questions, taking you out to lunches and even dinners. she asks you everything and nothing, just to hear your thoughts. 

you answer honestly and straight to the point, until you don’t — your answers get longer. you get excited about certain questions, sometimes rambling on for a full minute before you get quiet again. you even find yourself rolling your eyes at some of her questions, a soft laugh slipping from your lips. 

tzuyu finds herself actually listening. she waits patiently for your answers, laughing at your jokes as you make conversation. talking to you isn’t just a tactic anymore — it’s fun. 

her friends begin to notice, how a smile stays on her lips long after the two of you hang out.

“uh oh, our tzuyu’s smitten,” nayeon teases.

“im not!” tzuyu snaps, but even as she says it, her mind wanders to the way you laughed at lunch earlier. 

it’s supposed to be a game — just for fun. she’s supposed to get you in bed, then leave. but now that she’s learning more about you… the less she wants to leave. every laugh, every glance, every honest thing you share about yourself chips at her plan. she doesn’t even realize it, but tzuyu feels herself falling for you, falling into the mess she’s made for herself. 

–

the music is too loud. it pounds against the walls of the house, the bass vibrating through the floor. voices blend into something messy and indistinct. you shouldn’t be here — you knew that the second you walked in through the door — but your friend dragged you along, saying how much fun it would be. you’re stuck standing in a corner by yourself, nursing a drink that resembles cough syrup. 

you’re halfway through deciding whether or not you should leave when you hear your name.

“...seriously? her?”

there’s a laugh, a familiar one. you don’t mean to listen, but your name cuts through everything else.

“i mean i get it,” one of the other girls say. “she’s… different. but you? that’s a new low, tzuyu. i doubt she’s even good in bed.”

your chest tightens. you don’t think you should be hearing this.

“oh please,” tzuyu laughs. “it’s not that deep. i was just bored,” she adds. “thought i’d try something new.”

you freeze, your brain struggling to process the newfound information. the words hit all at once and sink in slowly, like ice spreading through your chest. 

she was bored. you were just something new.

you don’t wait to hear more. 

—

the next few days are quiet, but not the peaceful kind. it’s empty and cold, in a numb way. you avoid her at all costs. you take different hallways, attend different lectures, and stare solely at the floor when you eventually cross paths with her. 

one day, she seeks you out in a different class. she sits next to you and listens to the lecture for a class she’s not even in, her hands trying to find yours. she speaks softer than usual to you, trying to get you to say anything. when that doesn’t work, she resorts to leaving you frequent texts, none of which you answer. 

but eventually, she stops trying. and it hurts more than you want to admit. 

—

you don’t know why you went to the bar. hell, you can barely even handle alcohol. maybe it was to prove that you don’t care or maybe because staying alone in your dorm felt worse. either way, it was a mistake.

“you again?”

you look up to see them — the same girls that tzuyu was talking to at the party that night — the ones with smiles that never quite reach their eyes.

one of them takes a swig of her drink. “didn’t think you’d show your face after that.” a few of them laugh at that.

your grip tightens around your cup. “im just here to hang out.”

“yeah?” another girl steps closer to you. “with who?”

you don’t answer, and they laugh even harder.

“back off.” the voice cuts clean through the soft murmurs of the bar. you turn, and there she is. her hair’s slightly messy, but her eyes are sharper than you’ve ever seen them. there’s a glass in her hand, half-empty, but her focus is locked entirely on the group of girls.

“seriously?” one of them scoffs. “you’re still doing this?”

tzuyu steps forward. 

“fuck off,” she says firmly despite the slight slur at the edges. one of the girls rolls her eyes but they all exchange looks before backing off. they leave the bar, muttering something under their breaths. 

—

for a moment, it’s just the two of you. you don’t know what to say, and it seems like neither does she. 

up close, you can see it — the flush of her cheeks and the way her body sways just slightly.

“she shouldn’t have said that,” tzuyu mumbles, not quite meeting your eyes.

you let out a slow breath. “you said it first.”

she flinches — just barely — but you catch it. “...yeah i did.”

the silence stretches for a while. 

you sigh. “you should go home, tzuyu. you’re drunk.”

“no im not.”

“yes, you are,” you say. there’s another pause before she speaks again.

“can you… can you walk me home?” her voice is smaller than before. 

—

the night air is cooler and quieter. you walk besides her, close enough to catch her when she stumbles — which is more often than you’d expected. neither of you talk much, but the silence feels different this time.

it feels heavier. 

—

her dorm is dark when you enter. her roommate — dahyun — must still be out somewhere.

you help her inside, guiding her to sit on the edge of her bed. she exhales and runs a hand through her hair before focusing her gaze on you.

“you didn’t have to do that,” she says.

“i know.”

there’s another quiet beat. 

“y/n, i messed up.” it’s so blunt, so unlike her, that it makes your chest ache. you stare at her, unsure of how to respond.

she swallows audibly, her fingers toying with the hem of her shirt. 

“at first… yeah. i just—” she lets out a weak laugh. “i thought you’d be like everyone else. easy. fun. no strings.” 

your jaw tightens. 

“but then you—” she shakes her head. “you weren’t like anyone else. you didn’t care who i was. you— you just talked to me.” 

her voice softens. “and i liked it. i liked you.” 

her confession hurts, a little worse than before.

“then why would you say that?” you ask quietly, afraid to look at her.

her eyes flicker with something raw. “because i was scared. i don’t do this,” she admits, as if it’s something shameful. “i don’t catch feelings. i don’t — fall for people. everyone kept point it out, and i don’t know, i just panicked.”

she continues with a shaky breath. “so i just said the easiest thing to get out. the stupidest thing.” she looks at you fully. “i didn’t mean it, y/n. i mean, i did at first. but not after. not after i started really liking you.” 

“i don’t know how to fix it,” she continues. “and then when you stopped talking to me, i realized i didn’t just ruin a fling— i ruined…” she trails off. “something real.”

the room feels too small, like you’re being choked with unsaid words.

“why are you telling me this now?” you ask. she lets out a breath that almost sounds like a laugh.

“because, y/n, i think about you all the time,” she admits. “i hate it and i love it. i don’t know what to do with it.” tzuyu bites her lower lip. “i love you.”

the words hang in the air. you step close before you can overthink it. you connect your lips to hers, and her breath catches. you hold onto her, and she presses her mouth against yours softly. the kiss is slow and desperate before you eventually break it off for air.

“im still mad at you,” you say quietly.

“i know,” tzuyu pouts a little.

“but i don’t want to ignore you anymore.”

something in her expression softens entirely. she kisses you again, pressing her lips firmer. she holds onto your face, holding you as if you’re the most fragile thing on the planet.

—

a few days later, you’re sitting with tzuyu’s friends. you can feel their gazes on you, how their curiosity is barely contained. tzuyu sits right next to you, unusually quiet. under the table, her hand finds yours.

she shyly introduces you to her friends, saying each other their names. when she glances at you, it’s soft and filled with love. 

jihyo rubs her eyes, “it was phone call after phone call. then constant meetings, some of the departments don’t have annual reports ready, which only sets us back even further. i have deadlines i’m not even sure i’ll meet in time.”

you walk over to the couch, taking space next to her. “well, you’re home now, none of that is going anywhere. just take the next few days to do nothing.”

jihyo tilts her head at you, “i can’t y/n- i promised sunghoon we would take him to that new playground that we drove by a few weeks ago”

you shake your head, cutting her off, “don’t worry about it. my mom picked him up earlier, said she wanted to take him down to the beach this weekend, which he did not say no to.” you laugh softly.

she nods in response, “you need to relax, jihyo” you say quietly, reaching over placing your hands and her shoulders.

you begin to rub them slightly, working your fingers into her shoulder and neck, when jihyo moans in response.

she rolls her head to the side as you continue, you apply more pressure. and you physically feel the tension that’s been building up in her shoulders.

you push your thumbs back down the center of jihyo’s shoulder, “y/n…” her voice is breathy and full of satisfaction. you take your hands and bring them up her neck, quickly, pull the hair tie that’s holding her bun. letting it fall to the ground, you slid your hands into her hair, your nails scratching her scalp gently, jihyo leans into your touch.

you reach down pressing a kiss to jihyo’s ear, pulling away after.

“come here” you hear her say, before you know it you're sitting on her lap, kissing her softly. your hands make their way to the front of jihyo’s blouse and begin to unbutton it.

in between kisses, you pulled the shirt free from being tucked into her pants. then you undo her belt buckle, her pants get unbuttoned and unzipped.

when you both pull away, jihyo speaks up “y/n, i love this and i love you, but i am so tired-”

you shake your head, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear, “it’s okay, i know, just let me take care of you, okay?”

jihyo raises an eyebrow before nodding, muttering a small “okay”

your palm cups her cheek, “wait here” you say softly.

you press a kiss softly to her lips, and quickly make your way to your bathroom. reaching the tub, you turn the knobs, waiting the water to reach just the right temperature before putting the stopper in. you looked in the cabinet underneath the sink, searching through the different products that sit there.

in the corner, you grab a dark blue bottle, it’s one that jihyo uses rarely, labeled “for relax and relief.” you pump the bottle a few times into the bathtub.

you watch the tub fill up slowly, some bubbles rising, the smell of the bottle filling the bathroom. you wait until the water reaches the appropriate height before shutting it off.

you return to the living room to find jihyo reclining against the back of the catch, her hand running through her hair.

you walk in front of her, reaching your hand out towards her. jihyo grabs your fingers softly, “come, i made you a bath”

her hand squeezes yours slightly, “a bath?” she replies

“yes, come on, before it gets cold.” jihyo lifts herself off the couch, allowing you to pull her to the bathroom. you reach your bathroom in seconds, “take your clothes off” you whisper to jihyo, turning around, you quickly grab some candles that you have as well, lighting them to avoid using the bright lights.

you hear water splashing slightly, turning off the main lights, you turn back to jihyo, who’s sitting in the tub and smiling softly at you.

“join me?” she asks, you begin to shake your head, “please y/n” she says again, softer.

you begin to take your clothes off, feeling your wife’s appreciative gaze on you. stepping into the warm bath, settling behind jihyo.

you’re leaning against the back of the tub and jihyo’s in between your legs, her back resting against your chest.

“relax,” you say quietly. you grab jihyo’s loofah, and dip it into the water. you apply some lavender scented body wash onto it, and then begin to gently rub it on the back of her shoulders in circles.

she sighs deeply, as you continue to her shoulders and then down to her chest. she relaxes in your embrace, allowing herself to be scrubbed clean.

you run the loofah over her stomach, sides, and as far as you could to his hips. you nudge jihyo to lean slightly forward so that you’re able to scrub her back.

you place the loofah back on the ledge of the bathtub, cupping your hands with some water, you start to wash away the soap. your hands following the similar path as before. jihyo was practically melting into you. her breathing was soft, yet deep. it was an indication for you to continue what you were doing.

your hands made their way over to jihyo’s chest again, one hand cupping her breast, the other running your thumb over her nipple.

“y/n” she whimpers, turning her head and pushing her nose along your jawline. your hands remain on her breasts, cupping and squeezing them, teasing her hardened nipples. jihyo’s breathing increases, but she doesn’t move, she keeps her head rested on your shoulder.

your hands move slowly to her back and rinse away any remaining soap. your hands linger neat her shoulders, you see the muscles laced with tension that’s been building. you apply pressure to the area, your hands in a constant motion of up and down. and you also can’t help but smile as jihyo inhales out of pleasure when you rub the right spot.

you kiss her wet shoulder softly, “my wife needs to learn to relax”

jihyo leans back into your chest, her eyes are shut now, “maybe my wife can help me?”

your hands make their way around her waist, your fingers tracing her soft skin. and your hands make their way up her breasts, cupping them.

you feel jihyo’s gaze and when you make eye contact, she reaches out and places a kiss on your lips.

you exhale into the feeling, as she turns her body slightly to make the position more comfortable. your fingers wander to her nipples, circling around it as jihyo deepens the kiss.

you break the kiss, and she leans back, pressing deeper into you, you watch as she spreads her legs slightly.

“y/n…” she says, softly. you place a kiss on her shoulder, then to her neck.

your right hand makes its way back down to her stomach, then between her thighs. your left hand remains on her breast.

jihyo throws her head back and lets out a moan. she grabs the edge of the bathtub to steady herself as you keep giving more and more.

you tease her already hardened nipples with your thumb, your hand had reached her clit, drawing circles around there too. when she starts to raise her hips into your hand, your fingers are inside of her.

jihyo tilts her head to the side, “y/n” her breath hitches. her legs begin to tremble as you continue to move your fingers, she lets out more moans, the water from the tub splashing everywhere.

you watch her face as she reaches her climax, then you turn her head and place a quick, yet sloppy kiss on her lips. when you pull apart, you let her fall back into relaxation, her hands no longer gripping the edge of the bathtub. you wait until her breath evens out again.

you tuck her damp hair behind her ear, “let me get you a towel.” jihyo nods in response, leaning up, you get out and get a towel for jihyo and yourself.

when you return, jihyo kisses you softly, before taking the towel and wrapping it around her figure, “thank you, y/n” she whispers, a relaxed smile on her face.

you return the kiss, watching as jihyo makes her way into your shared closet.

you dry yourself rather quickly, wrapping it around your body, you blow out the candle and remove the plug from the bathtub.

you enter your closet as well, picking whatever shirt and shorts are there for you to sleep in.

after getting dressed, you walk into your bedroom to find jihyo laying on the bed.

“i thought you were right behind me” she says, you’re at the edge of the bed, and you get on, crawling your way up her body. pausing to kiss her thigh, her hand, and finally her lips. “god i love you” jihyo smiles into your lips when you begin to pull away.

you giggle at her comment, and you lay right next to jihyo, wrapping your leg around her, her hand finding itself resting on your thigh. “do you at least feel more relaxed?”

“mhm” she says in response. you simply tighten your arm around her.

and when it’s silent, “i thought about giving you a massage too” you say.

The show had ended hours ago at this point in time. After it was over all four girls immediately sought you out in the crowd of people, assigned a bodyguard to your side so you did not get lost. Well, it was more of Tzuyu doing that. See, the other three girls weren’t too wary of you and Tzuyu’s situationship. To call it a relationship was not on the cards for you. If anything, this only further pushed the question that pummeled at your temples and transformed into a migraine.

Why has she gone through all this trouble just for you?

When the moments began to feel close to a Lamborghini flying by your Uber on the way to the venue, you blinked once. Now you lay in the master bedroom with nothing but the soft ambience of silence surrounding you with eyes on the digital clock by the bed. The time was glaring back at you; it being 2:30 a.m. and annoyingly bright. Those red numbers were some sort of sign yet you could not read it now. Your eyes soon track your phone screen as it lights up. A text from Tzuyu.

“I can’t sleep…can I come to your room? We can just hang out if you want.”

A slow hand ruffled your hair with a soft sigh passing your lips. Just hang out? Then again the quad of girls were sharing drinks an hour or so ago. You took some pictures with them but nothing out of the ordinary. However, Chaeyoung watched you with a smile the whole time. Something that the Idol you knew, you did not. You assumed she was always the weird one in the group. You knew where this was leading though.

“Makes two of us. I will let you in.”

The message was marked as seen with a heart attached to the corner indicating that she had double tapped it as well. The rooms were only a short walk apart from each other. She wouldn’t waste much time considering what was waiting for her, but rather, who.

You rolled out of bed phone in hand making your way over to the bedroom door. Your eyes are hazy and the room is a little blurry. After wiping your eyes with a careful hand you heard the door to the hallway close. She already made her way over? In just a few minutes? You step out of the bedroom and are greeted by…Son Chaeyoung? She wore an oversized hoodie, with a pair of shorts. Her sneakers slightly shuffle against the vinyl plank flooring of the room.

“Chae-…what are you doing here? I thought you weren’t feeling well-”

“I want to ask you something. It’s important.”

Chaeyoung stared directly into your eyes when she started to speak to you. Her voice was husky and low compared to Tzuyu’s. For some reason her eyes were so dark brown that they looked black. It didn’t help that her posture was perfect, erect without a single sight of a lean or sag. To your knowledge, Chaeyoung was battling an illness and could not travel. You slowly nod your head being a tad unnerved about her straightforward approach and sudden appearance. She also was shorter than you remembered.

“Yeah…ask away. I will answer as honestly as I can.”

Chaeyoung’s eyes locked with yours as she took three steps towards you. You were taller than her but her gaze made you feel smaller in a way. She looked down at your feet, then back at you.

“Do you love Tzuyu?”

“Do I what?” Your heart was in your throat now.

“Do you, the photographer she’s been seeing behind my back, love her?” Chaeyoung asked again without a falter in her speech. She was seemingly protective of Tzuyu.

The question would scrape your temples and call forth a migraine so profound you applied your hand to the front of your head. Rubbing your forehead gently as now your mind paced. Did you say that you loved her, or that it was just a friends with benefits thing? You felt Tzuyu would say it wasn’t a serious thing. However you felt the answer in your chest.

“I love her, yes. I won’t lie. I fell in love after our first night together. She was so…sensual and honest. She admired me for who I am, not what I did. I cannot imagine not being with her. She has shown me a lot. Not even just sexually. She is genuinely so sweet. I don’t just want her for sex or any of the favors she may do for me. I am seriously attracted to her. Also…what do you mean behind your back?”

Chaeyoung’s hands would fix her hair and she softly hummed while you spoke to her. You placed your phone into your jeans pocket and walked over to the island in the kitchen where an assortment of wine was sitting. It was looking like a drink would be had now. Especially when you were basically forced to relay your feelings about her fellow member. You popped the top off but remembered that Tzuyu hates the taste of beer. Great, now you wasted a beer.

“Tzuyu means a lot to me, and the rest of the girls. Seeing her fawn over you the way she does makes me a little jealous. She hasn’t felt this way about a boy in a while and it is nice to see her enjoy your company.” Chaeyoung chirped in response.

Your smile returned and you turned to the fridge with your left hand opening it. The first thing you grabbed? A beer. You place it onto the counter while replying to Chaeyoung.

“Yeah…she is what I never thought I could have. I never knew that taking pictures could get me this far. I guess it is a dream come true.”

Chaeyoung’s eyes didn’t move. Her hand reaches behind her which is followed by the doorknob being grasped. It turns with the door opening up which shows the empty and well lit hallway. Her eyes peer over at the beer you had in your hand.

“For your sake, y/n, I hope you’re not lying. You’re gonna need that ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign. Better grab it now, pretty boy.”

She departs with a few steps and a teasing tone and the door being pulled closed quietly. Once it shut again you just let off an exasperated sigh. 

The tension was thick enough to where you could cut it with a knife now. She just…showed up like that and gave you a heart attack and interrogated you about her best friend.

Was she always that way? You thought that to yourself and softly sighed deeply. You chuckled finally.

“Okay…so...I did not think I was going to be interrogated..”

Just as you were collecting your thoughts you heard another set of footsteps coming towards the door. This time, you relaxed your shoulders. The door slowly opens and Tzuyu's pretty eyelashes batted at you. Why was she so cute?

“May I come in?” She asks softly with a sneaker crossing the threshold. With a tone smooth as silk.

“Yeah. Come in. You know I don't mind.”

As she steps inside and closes the door you couldn't help but admire the outfit she chose. A cream colored crop top with a green strap that seemed to come from what else with a hem that hugged her abdomen. Her own toned abs in view complimented by a dainty gold chain around her waist. Nails still decorated and pink, with a series of rings adorned on her right hand. A necklace or two around her neck also in tangent with a pair of gold earrings. 

As she stepped a little closer with a hand reaching to your chest you noticed her jeans were unbuttoned yet the hem folded neatly downwards. Despite this, those jeans hugged her curves tight. They seemed to be comfortable.

“I wished I could have caught you before you left. I wanted to talk to you about…us.”

Tzuyu mused back, “Us. You and I? What is there to discuss? You're with me, and have been together just a week or more now.

A lump formed in your throat while gathering the correct words. “I…I am more than a good fuck to you, right?”

As you utter those words Tzuyu puts her arms around the back of your neck with the feeling of her nails grazing that spot where your neck and shoulders are connected. It sent a series of tingles up your back and your brain nearly grew fuzzy.

“You're a great fuck, a better photographer, and an amazing boyfriend. Why else would I do what I do?”

Tzuyu leans up to you as now she wasn't wearing a pair of heels or boots. So you were taller than her just this once. After a brief moment of eye contact her lips touch a delicate spot under your chin. The sound of her lips sampling your skin filled your ears. She pulls away softly as your hands find their purpose and hold her hips. Thumbs now grazing that chain.

“Was sending Chaeyoung in here necessary? I felt like she was going to murder me. Like…she just showed up in here all monotone and stoic before asking me if I loved you.”

Tzuyu gave a smile to you and covered her lips with her hand as a chuckle came with it.

“She is protective of me. All she wanted was to make sure you were going to treat me right and all.”

“But…she introduced me to you. You think she wouldn't be so…mistrusting.”

Tzuyu adds, “I wanted you the moment I met you. I just didn't say anything while my bodyguards were around. They would have told my manager and…I don't need him on my ass. I'm already working hard.”

The reality then set in. An Idol was not a fun occupation. Yes despite the concerts and fansigns they had to do it was a lot of hard work. You knew that from all the times Tony's friends talked about how one of them managed to bump into Soyeon of i-dle.

That's another story for another day.

You simply nod in agreement with Tzuyu with your hands just heading back to her shoulders where they belonged for now.

“You don't think we moved too fast?”

Tzuyu’s lips parted as her head shook in response. When you softly move your head to the side to check the door her face moved closer than before. Your lips brush together and you felt the gloss of her lips glide over yours. Then she fully engulfs your lips with a slow kiss. Her head shifts to the side to broaden the reach she had with her lips. Her tongue even grazes your lips once she pulls away. Your lips parted while you looked into her eyes.

“You forgot the condom, again.” Tzuyu teases you with a hand on your chest.

“Yeah. I forgot it a few weeks ago and you brought one. I assume you didn’t bring one this time?”

Tzuyu softly shakes her head at you and turns to the door. Her fingers latch onto the ‘Do Not Disturb’ placard. Her arm reached around the door itself and then you could hear her speaking to someone. Who could she be talking to? You step forward with a quick step and try to see who is there. Tzuyu glances over her shoulder and waves you over with a quick hand. Once you were able to be in view you see Chaeyoung standing there with the placard between her fingers. Your eyebrow raises but you nod to her in greeting.

“You’re back, huh?”

“I am covering for you two so you can have your time alone. Better get back inside.”

Chaeyoung flashes a smile at you as Tzuyu’s hand grips your hand firmly. She pulled you inside with haste with your socks sliding across the floor. Who knew she was this strong? The door closes and the placard can be heard as it was placed over the doorknob. Your eyes locked while she took you across the room. But you didn’t make it to the couch before the two of you locked lips again.

The kiss was rushed and messy with your lips clashing and missing the others lips. Tzuyu even bites your bottom lip as your hands grab the waist of her jeans, tugging them down. They slip off with ease as if they were silk and lace. With her black panties now in your line of sight. You pulled away for air as she was attacking the nape of your neck with her lips. You panted softly as your fingers tangled in her panties waistband. You grunted while her teeth sink into your skin which leads you to just pause for a moment.

“You like that, don’t you?” Tzuyu mused with a hand basically inside of your jeans. Her hand grabbing the whole length of your bulge. Nails scraping your skin through the fabric.

“I won’t say no. But…you don’t have a condom.”

Tzuyu chuckled as your jeans were unbuttoned and now were dropped to your ankles. As you stepped out of them your lips were met with her own again. Slow and careful as if your lips were the canvas and she was the brush. Her nails drag across your chest as her eyes turned to something hungrier. Something a little darker.

“I don’t want you to wear one this time. I just need you before you have to go, so do me a favor?”

“Whatever you want..” You mumbled against her lips.

Tzuyu pulled away and grabbed your chin with a firm hand. She then whispers in your ear.

“Shut up and just fuck me already.”

A switch flipped in your mind once Tzuyu spoke to you. Her eyes narrowed and a smirk graced her lips. She knew she had pressed the right button now. She quickly steps away while holding her jeans in her left hand. Her hips swayed side to side and perhaps it was on purpose. Just to draw your attention to where it needed to be. Why focus on anything else now?

Your heart was racing yet your hands slowly grabbed your jeans and you made your way back there to the bedroom you had slept in. The sight before you was Tzuyu removing her earrings and placing them neatly on the dresser. The lights were dimmed but you could see her perfect figure. With a slow movement you slip off your boxers and place them with your jeans by the door. Dropping them carelessly.

You made your way over with your cock standing erect against your abs with precum just running from the tip. Her necklace came off but your eyes were drawn to that gold chain she had around her waist. It shimmered in the light. Your hands grabbed her hips prompting a playful gasp from her lips. She turned around and sees your shaft was waiting and ready.

“For me? You shouldn’t have.”

Tzuyu trails a kiss along your jaw as her hand gently strokes your length. You put a hand on her midriff as her hand just takes its time caressing every inch you have. A few moans slipped past your lips while she kept eye contact with you. Each stroke just pushes more precum to your tip. A smile soon cascaded over your lips with your eyes closing. A moan comes out, then another. Then she suddenly stops her strokes leading you to open one eye.

“You’re such a tease…” You mutter as you put a hand on her ass with fingers pressing into her cheeks in the attempt to pull her forward. She gives in to the pull and pushes back. With a quick motion the two of you land on the queen sized bed. Once there, her panties make their way onto your chest. She was upright over your cock with her wet entrance just so dangerously close. With a smile on her face she grabs your shaft and sets herself down onto it nice and slow.

The sensation prompted you to moan with a tilt of your head. Tzuyu did the same with a shaky exhale passing her parted lips. She puts both hands on your chest and raises her hips up and down. Her breath hitched hard.

“Shit-..you feel so much better than I thought…”

Your reply was a sigh of relief between you panting as the sensation. Her walls were hugging you tightly as if you were going to try to leave. Truth be told you weren’t going anywhere. Not now. A hand grabs that gold chain firmly as the other slapped her ass hard. She jolted, a shriek passing her lips yet it was followed with a giggle.

Her eyes held that same gaze from earlier as her legs would supply her the power she needed. She began to bounce on your cock at a fast pace. Her hands go to your shoulders with the roughness of her nails digging into your skin. The bed moved slightly at the impact the two of you shared. Her moans were quick, panting with every exhale. Your fingers tug on the chain and it makes her come to a very slow halt. You didn’t want her to stop but you knew this would be difficult to pull out of.

“Need a break already, baby?”

“Yeah…unless you want me to get you pregnant.." You mutter between heavy breaths.

The Taiwanese idol began rolling her hips against you at an agonizingly slow pace yet her pussy was just stroking you as if it was trying to push you deeper. You watch as Tzuyu’s head lifted up and her lips parted again. A guttural yet low moan comes out as she looks down at you. Your lips press together as your free hand slaps her ass again.The sound echoed through the room and it made her moan again. She spoke low with a hunger in her voice.

“You keep doing that..and you won’t be leaving this position for a while..”

Your heart leapt around your chest and now your hands would grip the chain tight. The eye contact was a silent way to confirm you knew the dangerous game you were playing with Tzuyu. You seriously could not afford to get her pregnant and now, the worry was in the back of your mind. Your eyes focus on her hips as they roll and grind against you. It was like you felt the tension now. Every roll, every bounce, and every stroke. Would she let you even pull out?

“You’re so…damn-”

Tzuyu cuts you off by bouncing on it again. Your breath hitched as her hands were now on your abs. She allowed her moans to get progressively louder each time she touched down on your waist. She whimpered with her eyes closing tightly. A sight you loved seeing from where you laid.

“Oh god! I’m cumming-” Tzuyu cried out softly between her ragged breaths.

Your hands would pull her all the way down to where she couldn’t move off of you. You felt her walls clench more and it was soon followed by her body quivering. Her back arched back as her nails dug into your sides to keep herself upright. You groaned softly watching her beautiful agony unfold in front of you.

Quickly thinking, you hold her waist and sit up so now you were face to face. She smiles at you and cups your cheeks with both hands. Your cock twitches inside of her and she looks down and gently rubs your abs. Then she slowly began to grind against you once more. Her hair falls like a curtain over her eyes and cascades across your face like water.

The warmth started on the crown of your head and then rushed to the tip of your cock. With a quick gasp before you could speak, Tzuyu latches her lips with yours. Her soft lips gently pull away after a moment. She continues grinding on you but she knew you would bottom out soon.

“Yes baby…you don’t wanna hold it in. I promise you won’t regret it…do it for me. Cum inside of me. Please fill me up. Don’t fight it. Don’t resist…”

Tzuyu whispers it against your lips as her hands wrap around your back. Your cock was slick with a mixture of her own nectar and your own precum. A hand finds its way to your cheek as Tzuyu’s lips, swollen and still glossy, quietly form a smile. Her grinding is now picking up pace.

“I-I can’t. You would get pregnant and…I don’t want to ruin your career..” You managed to squeak out between moans.

“Yes you can. Yes you can, baby. Just give in. Let my body take you away..”

Tzuyu gently holds your shoulders and nods her head slowly at you just coaxing you to cum. That smile was there, and it was luring you in like a melody. She softly moans and wraps her arms around your head. Your face was now buried in her sweet smelling neck. Vanilla had filled your nostrils as the pleasure was mounting up. Her fingers tangle in your hair as she moans in your ear just loud enough so you couldn’t think straight anymore. Your eyes fluttered shut as the moment had come. Your hands wrap around her back and it was then you could not hold it anymore.

“I’m cumming…oh shit-”

When you managed to get the words out your body stiffened and your cock was buried deep inside of her. She stopped her movements and simply held you close. Your seed would begin to fill her up. She smiles at the sensation while throwing her arms around your neck. You grunted and exhaled deeply while you pulled back and saw two of her as your vision blurred. Her sweaty body was against your own, nails scratching the back of your head in a loving way. You slowly fell back onto the bed with her coming with you. She panted along with you while rolling off of you, and the cum that was pushed deep inside had come running down her thighs.

Tzuyu would lay next to you and put her arm around your chest and kiss the space between your ear and neck. Her lips were pillow soft and moist enough to where it felt like the fresh dew that covered the grass. Your eyes looked towards her but as she stroked your cheek with her thumb she said three words that you were not expecting at all.

“I love you.”

You thought you were dreaming. There was no way, right? She didn’t just say that. Between your vision being blurry and the sound of static in your ears you took a very careful moment to reply. Just before your eyes closed and you could feel her warmth lulling you to sleep.

“I love you, too.”

When you could feel the bed around you again you did not feel Tzuyu next to you. The cool air brushes against your exposed legs and your eyes flicker open. You immediately notice your boxers were on and next to you was an outfit to wear. A pair of sweatpants laid with a black hoodie. Both in your size. A soft sigh passed your lips once you could see the sun was risen and the light was being let in. You instinctively reached for your phone which should be next to you on the nightstand. Once you feel it in your hand you turn it on while you sit up on the edge of the bed.

You were met with a flurry of notifications. The majority of them were Instagram likes and comments.Upon tapping the block to open them, you were greeted by the photos you had taken of TWICE the night before. Of course, they had blown up. The girls had reposted the photos on their own accounts so the likes came pouring in but so did the following for your own account.

A quick swipe here and a tap there leads you to your own page where you went from 3k followers to now 90k followers. It seems the photos you had posted of Tzuyu and the girls were getting the traction you strived for in the beginning. Not only that, but your inbox was flooded with messages. A lot of them. While marveling over how many messages you had, you remembered why you were here and most of all who was partly responsible for the followers.

“Tzuyu…”

You said her name with a worried tone as now you finally remembered the time you two shared last night. She hadn’t probably had the time to say bye last night after the two of you had unprotected sex. With a quick gesture you close Instagram and see you have one single message. Thankfully, it was from her and it was a voice memo. You press play and turn up the volume with an eager ear.

“Hey baby. I hope you’re sleeping well. You really needed the rest after last night.~ I wanted to let you know that I did have to leave earlier for South Korea. Your flight I think…leaves at 3pm tomorrow? Mine was around…9am today. I am actually on the flight now. I wanted to…let you know I left you an outfit and some breakfast on the table in the main room. I miss you so much and I cannot wait until you get back here. I even left you a gift on the couch. I think you’ll like it. I gotta go. I love you, and I will see you soon.”

You smiled the whole time as you listened to her drowsy voice. You knew she would get busy between now and tomorrow so you double tap the message to leave a heart and send a quick text back.

“Love you too, Tzuyu. I’ll miss you until I get back tomorrow. I can’t wait to see you again. Maybe we can have another session. ;)”

Just as you sent the message you made your way into the kitchen and found a clear plastic container of breakfast food that was steamed up. It was recently cooked, or, at least reheated. It was some eggs, pancakes, and sausage. An American breakfast for certain. After glancing at it you then see a large photocard on the couch.

You tilt your head at the photo and pick it up. It was a photo of Chaeyoung and Tzuyu together during what seemed to be a concert. Earpieces still in, and all of that but then you notice something. The back of the photo had something taped on it, and it felt…familiar. When you flip the photograph you have a note with a heart on it attached. However this one was drawn differently than how Tzuyu drew hers. 

Even as you investigate further you then notice that there was a box not far away. You gently place the photo on the table and sit down on the couch. Your fingers would slowly open the piece of paper and you would watch as it was the size of a legal sheet of paper. You rubbed your eyes and began to read the small letter.

“Hey y/n! Remember me? If not, let me jog your memory. We met yesterday. Truth be told, I was a little skeptical of you. I didn’t think you were such a nice guy as Tzuyu said you were. Turns out I was wrong about you, so I apologize for that. Needless to say, I wanted to say thank you for being so sweet to Tzuyu. You two are so cute together and I am so happy for you. I left something for you in that box. Make sure to open it!”

Your memory was foggy but then you realized who this was from. Chaeyoung. The girl who thought you a fraud when you first met just last night in the midst of waiting for Tzuyu to come over that night. You softly exhale at the realization that she was here this morning, and that would explain the food being reheated. As you pick up the medium sized box that came with a black bow on top you slowly undo the bow. Carefully, you open the top and find a silver necklace that was adorned with three fake strawberry halves. It was certainly hand made. A gift from her to you, it seems.

“This is…unique. She must have made this. Wait…there’s something else.”

You reach back into the box and then find a photograph of the window across the room that overlooked the city. You were on the 6th floor of the Hotel so the view was breathtaking. You admire the photo itself but then you noticed something on the window itself in the photograph. Another piece of paper that was taped to the double hung window. You put down the necklace, placing it back into the box.

A set of careful steps would take you to the window and you raise a finger to the paper. This one had another heart on its front. You take it off the window carefully and open it up. The contents of this paper was, of course, another photograph.

“Chae…you love your scavenger hunts. I have to say I am very impressed you went this far.”

This last photograph was of the bedroom window. Your bedroom window to be exact. With haste you went back to the bedroom, flicked the light on and stood at the center of the room with the window in view. Taped to the window? A condom in a gold package.Your eyebrows furrowed. Now, you were confused. What was she trying to say? You make your way over to the window and find a paper note written on the desk adjacent to the window.

Don't bother bringing this. I found it in your bag. You're so cute when you get flustered while talking to me. I guess you were thinking about me when you put it down. I was on your mind and you got distracted. Just how I like it. -Tzuyu <3

She found the condom you could not after rocking your world again last night.

A knock came to the front door and you jolted wildly, dropping the photograph you had in your left hand. You picked it up carefully and announced your intention to answer the door simply with ‘Coming!’. After a brief moment of putting the photos together and onto the desk in the bedroom you go to the door and answer the door. Thankfully, it was the receptionist who checked you in. A nice man with a clean cut combover and a two piece suit.

“Good morning, y/n. I hope you slept well. I wanted to let you know that there will be lunch in the mess hall at 12pm. As one of our many VIP Members staying here, I wanted to let you know.”

“Ah, well, thank you. I appreciate it greatly, sir. Thank you.”

As the receptionist leaves the hallway to head to the elevator you close the door and sit back on the couch. Your mind was crossing itself trying to make sense of this seemingly endless debacle. Tzuyu and you were together for a few weeks and now Chaeyoung was congratulating you? You weren’t sure how to feel exactly at the moment. For now, there is only one thing you can do.

You look towards the photograph of Tzuyu and Chaeyoung and you softly smile. Pictures often tell stories. This one story would now hold a special place in your heart.