#twice reader

The global pandemic continues and many countries around the world struggle to contain the increasing number of infected. Countries like the United States saw an estimated number of 2 million cases and hundreds of deaths. There were some countries like Japan who had strict restrictions with social gathering which resulted in both low infection as well as deaths. 

Korea tried to follow Japan’s example, implementing strict restrictions but it could only go so far. After having a week of low numbers the government loosen those restrictions, allowing people to gather in smaller numbers. Many used this opportunity to gain a sense of normalcy, going out to parks, restaurants, restaurants, movie theaters, even clubs. 

Unfortunately, that resulted in a second wave of infections with many more cases due to the government’s decision. People complained about the government’s choice to lift restrictions just to try to stimulate the economy. 

On the other end, you and the members remained isolated from the outside world. It’s seen months since you’ve stepped out of the compound. All of you tried your best to live a normal life, making sure the children are comfortable. 

Jisoo, Ari and Hina continue to have the time of their lives as they attend the daycare. They wake up each morning excited, making sure to not forget their yellow hats and bright backpacks. 

Ari and Jisoo hold Hina’s hand as they walk towards their school, taking off their shoes and putting on colorful sandals to their classroom.

Chaeyoung’s mother, who became their teacher, greets them in front of the door. “Good morning Jisoo, Ari and Hina.” The three bow and place their hats and backpacks at the entrance of the door before walking inside. 

At the beginning you or one of the mothers would stay and watch them, walking around the room. Now, you leave them in confidence as they immediately ask if they can go and help water the plants and set the table to breakfast.

——

Sana puts on her robe after a relaxing bath and sits on the stool, taking out her blow dryer. It takes a few minutes to dry her hair, she takes out her lotions and applies it to her face. 

“Now, it's time to put some on my belly, little one. Mommy loves you but she’s still an idol.”

She lathers up her hand and slowly spreads it against her belly. She’s about five months pregnant, Sana smiles as she gets every inch.

Suddenly, she feels a small kick, “Ahh.. you surprised me little one. You’re busy today.” 

After finishing she gets in front of her tall mirror and snaps a few photos with her digital camera. “This one is cute. Let’s take a few more.”

Across the hallway Momo wakes up to a sudden kick, “Ouch, that hurt.” She turns to her side, trying to go back to sleep but feels another kick, “Again?” Her stomach rumbles, “Are you telling me you’re hungry?” She feels another kick, “Okay, okay. I get it, you're hungry.” 

Momo gets up, fixes her hair, dragging her feet towards the hallway. She sees Sana walking towards the stairs, “Morning.” 

“Morning.”

The two of them walk together down the stairs, seeing you and Da-eun having breakfast together. “Morning babe, morning Da-eun.”

Da-eun turns around and smiles at both Sana and Momo. “Eat, eat.”

Sana replies with a soft smile, “Thank you for inviting us Da-eun. What did daddy make for us today?”

”Pan- cake!”

——

After having breakfast, both Sana and Momo walk Da-eun to the children’s living room. They watch her play on the carpet as they talk about their pregnancies. They’re about five months pregnant and their bellies are visibly getting bigger. 

“Today I woke up to the baby kicking, it scared me haha.”

“Momo, it’s not scary. It’s cute” says Sana as she rubs her belly. 

“I like to see the reaction when I talk to the baby, can’t wait for it to be born.”

“You do? I still think it's scary. Like an alien inside me like those movies haha.”

Sana smacks Momo’s arm, “No! Don’t say that! It’s not even like that…”

Da-eun turns her head from the commotion and makes her way to the couch. She climbs in between Sana and Momo and places her hand on Sana’s belly.

Surprised, Sana asks, “Do you want to say hi to your baby sister or brother?” Da-eun nods and rubs Sana’s belly, which causes her to giggle. Da-eun then turns to Momo, “Momo- yah, I think Da-eun wants to rub yours too.”

Da-eun doesn’t wait for a response as she rubs Momo’s belly. She smiles when she feels a sudden kick, “Baby!”

Sana replies, “That’s right, that is your baby brother or sister?”

“Baby?”

“Yes, you’re going to be a big sister soon.”

Da-eun claps her hands in excitement, “Yay! Baby!”

The two of them laugh at Da-eun’s cuteness, “She’s so cute. Hope our babies turn out with her” says Sana. 

“I agree. I want a calm and easygoing one. Right now, Jisoo and Ari are in their terrible twos… I can’t with them right now.”

“Aww… don’t be like that. They’re great.”

“Not even the two of them are arguing for the same thing. Jisoo is just like Jihyo, it's scary.”

Da-eun, confused at why the two of them are laughing just stares at them in silence. She watches in amusement as Momo’s chest bounces up and down. She makes her way towards her and grabs onto her shoulder strap, pulling it completely down, exposing her breast, “Boobies!” 

“Kyaa!”

Sana laughs from Momo’s expression as her bare breasts are exposed. Momo tries to cover up but Da-eun smacks Momo's breasts.

They notice Da-eun puckering her lips, saying “Oo-Yoo.”

“Momo-ya, I think she wants to drink some milk.” 

“Then why is she hitting my breast?” 

Sana gives a smirk, “You know…”

Momo turns and see Da-eun continuing to pucker her lips together, “Ugh… I guess…”

Sana smiles and says, “Da-eun, Momo unnie said it’s okay to have a taste but just want to tell you that it might not have any milk yet.” 

Da-eun only hears Sana say it’s okay and she launches herself towards Momo, causing her to laugh. “Ahh Da-eun, be careful.” Da-eun attaches herself to Momo’s nipple and begins to suckle. Momo laughs at the sensation and closes her eyes as she tries to keep calm. 

Sana watches Da-eun suckle on Momo with all her might. She looks down at her chest, a noticeable difference from Momo. Da-eun releases Momo’s breast and looks at the other one, squeezing it but no milk. She turns her head towards Sana and points, “Boobies!” 

With a gentle smile Sana responds, “Would you like to try mine Da-eun?” Da-eun slides off of Momo and makes her way towards Sana who exposes her breasts. Sana smiles and giggles when she feels the suckling. In her mind, she can’t help but see herself breastfeeding her own child. She whispers to herself, “Just a few more months little one and I’ll have you in my arms.”

Suddenly, she feels a sense of warmth over her and sees a stream of liquid running down her stomach. Da-eun detaches herself from Sana’s breast and is surprised to see herself lactating.

“Oh my god, is that milk, Sana?”

”Ye… yes. I think so.” 

Sana squeezes her tit and watches as a tiny stream of liquid secretting from the tip of her nipple. She grabs the other and gives it a firm squeeze, making herself leak, “I’m… I’m actually lactating.” She smiles so proudly and offers her breast to Da-eun, “Want to try the other one?” 

Da-eun nods and takes Sana’s breast into her mouth, falling asleep in Sana’s arms.

——-

Later that night, all of you sit at the dinner table. The children next to their mother’s as they enjoy their dinner.

You briefly share some news about some upcoming projects to which the members seem excited about. Some of the members share some of their thoughts or things they are doing like Jeongyeon and her interesting in baking and coffee making. Mina shares her progress with teaching the girls Japanese when they are off from school. Jihyo thanks Mina for taking the initiative on teaching them a second language and even took the opportunity to learn English with other members. “I think it’s the perfect time to learn and communicate better with our international Onces.” 

“I’m learning English too Jihyo. Let’s get together” says Nayeon from across the room.”

The members continue to share until it gets to Sana, who can’t help but have a big smile. “Earlier Momo and I were with Da-eun and she became interesting in our chest. Momo and I offered her our breast and suddenly I began to lactate.” 

The members look happy for Sana, knowing how much she’s been wanting to become a mother for so long. “I’m so happy for you Sana,” replies Jihyo. 

“Thank you, Jihyo.”

“I was looking up some pregnancy books and it said that constant stimulation is necessary. So, I was thinking if Oppa can help Momo and I with that” says Sana with a naughty smile. 

The fluorescent lights of the Adolfo Suárez Madrid–Barajas Airport were giving me a headache. I had just landed, my backpack felt like it was filled with bricks, and the only thing keeping me going was the anticipation of the weekend. Twice was performing in Madrid, and I had tickets.

But right now, all I wanted was a cold drink.

I dragged my feet over to a brightly lit vending machine in a relatively quiet corridor of the terminal. I fed it a few coins, pressed the button, and the machine spat out a can of soda with a satisfying clunk. I popped the tab, lifting the can to my lips, closing my eyes in sweet relief.

BAM.

A sudden, solid weight slammed into my side. I choked, stumbling backward as the cold, sticky soda splashed all over my jacket. A startled yelp echoed in the quiet hallway.

"Ah! Omo! Joesonghamnida! Eotteokhae..." a voice gasped in panicked Korean.

I blinked the soda out of my eyes and looked down. The person who had bumped into me was frantically patting at her own clothes. She was wearing a stylish, oversized beige sweater and a bucket hat pulled low, but her sweater was now sporting a massive, dark, expanding soda stain.

She looked up, her hands hovering over the mess in panic.

My breath hitched. My annoyance evaporated instantly, replaced by a cold shock that rooted my feet to the pristine airport tiles.

It was Minatozaki Sana.

Here. In front of me. Covered in my soda.

"Ah, eotteokhae..." she whined quietly to herself as she pulled the sticky fabric away from her skin, her cheeks flushing a deep, embarrassed red. She looked around frantically, pulling her hat down a little lower. It hit me then—she was in an international airport. The paparazzi or fans with cameras could be anywhere, and a picture of Twice's Sana walking out of the terminal covered in a sticky brown stain would be all over internet in seconds.

"It's... it's ok," I managed to stammer out, forcing my brain to reboot. "It was an accident."

She looked at me, her big, expressive eyes filled with genuine distress. "I was... looking at phone," she gestured vaguely, her English adorably broken. "Not looking front. So sorry."

"Really, don't worry about me," I said, glancing at her stained sweater. My own jacket was ruined, but I could survive. She was the idol. My kind nature, the part of me that always wanted to help, immediately overrode my starstruck panic. I couldn't let her walk out there looking like that.

I immediately swung my backpack off my shoulder and unzipped it. "Hold on," I said. I rummaged past my camera and a book until my fingers brushed familiar cotton. I pulled out a clean t-shirt and handed it to her. "Here. Take it."

Sana stopped fussing with her ruined sweater and looked at the folded fabric in my hands, then up at me, utterly incredulous. "What?"

I pushed the t-shirt gently toward her. "Go change. It's clean, I promise," I said with an encouraging smile.

"But... it's yours," Sana said, her big brown eyes wide with hesitation.

It was mine. In fact, it was my favorite t-shirt. It was a heavy black cotton tee featuring a stylized, surreal illustration: a menacing orange tabby cat sitting against the dark background. The cat had intricate irezumi-style tattoos covering its chest and arms—koi fish and blooming lotus flowers—and it held a drawn katana blade clamped fiercely in its mouth, like some sort of feline ronin. It was a ridiculously cool shirt, but she didn't need to know it was my favorite.

"It's okay. I have more, it's just a t-shirt," I reassured her with a gentle smile.

Sana looked at the shirt, then back at me, biting her lip. "Are you sure?" she asked hesitantly.

"Yes, of course.” I reassured her again, giving her a gentle, encouraging nod. “Please, take it. You can't go around with a dirty shirt. The cameras..." I trailed off, but she understood immediately.

"Thank you. Wait here," she said, grabbing the shirt with a look of immense gratitude as she pointed a finger at the ground in front of me before scurrying off toward the nearest restroom.

I stood there in the quiet corridor, staring at the vending machine, my own jacket sticky with soda, trying not to completely freak out. Okay. I just spilled a drink on Minatozaki Sana. And I gave her my yakuza cat t-shirt. Completely normal day.

I took a deep breath, trying to process the absolute absurdity of the last three minutes. I was going to see her on stage tomorrow night, and right now, she was in a public restroom changing into my clothes.

My heart was hammering against my ribs so hard I was sure it was visible. I wiped the remaining soda off my jacket with a napkin I found in my pocket as I was trying desperately to act normal.

A few minutes later, the bathroom door swung open.

When Sana stepped out, I instantly felt the heat rush to my cheeks. The t-shirt was a bit oversized on her, the sleeves falling past her elbows and the hem swallowing her waist. But the contrast was what got me. There she was, the embodiment of soft, fluffy idol energy, wearing a black shirt with a menacing, tattooed samurai cat glaring out from her chest.

She looked so fucking cute it was almost unfair.

She walked up to me, holding her ruined sweater in a plastic shopping bag she must have had in her purse. She looked down at the cat, a small, amused smile playing on her lips, before looking back up at me.

"Thank you again," she said softly, stepping a little closer. "You not have to... my fault. You save my day."

As she spoke, she looked up, her dark eyes locking onto mine. I saw the moment she actually processed my features. She paused, her gaze lingering on my blue eyes. A sudden, soft pink dusted her cheeks, and she looked down for a second, tucking a stray piece of hair behind her ear.

The blush hadn't left her cheeks, and she was playing with the hem of my shirt. I was taken aback. Minatozaki Sana acting shy? The woman who flirted with cameras for a living? The extroverted, loud, playful idol I knew from millions of videos was currently looking at the floor, shifting her weight from foot to foot. It was rare, and it made my heart do a stupid little flip.

"It's really no problem. It looks good on you," I managed to say, taking a step back. I realized I was keeping her. Her managers were probably having a heart attack looking for her. "Well, I should probably go. You might be busy."

I turned, ready to walk away and let her get back to her crazy idol life.

"Wait!"

I stopped and turned back. She took a step toward me, looking a little flustered.

"Uhm... how can I... thank you?" she asked, her brow furrowing as she searched for the English words. "You... want something?"

"Something?" I asked, furrowing my brow. Was she trying to offer me money for the shirt? "No, no. You don't owe me anything."

"Yes, please" she insisted, gesturing with her hands. She looked at me closely, as if trying to decipher if I was actually a fan who recognized her or just a very generous stranger. "A signature? A photo? You... help me. I want to... give you thanks?" Her broken English making the sentiment sound incredibly sweet and genuine.

"Oh. No, no. That's okay," I said, shaking my hands dismissively. "I didn't do it to get something in return."

"Please, I insist," she pouted slightly—a dangerous weapon I had only ever seen through a screen. Up close, it was lethal.

"Well..." I rubbed the back of my neck, feeling a wave of shyness wash over me. "A photo would be nice. To remember this day."

Her face lit up with a brilliant smile. "Okay!" She immediately pulled her phone out of her pocket and swiped it open, turning on the front camera.

"Wait... with your phone?" I asked, bewildered.

"Yes," she said matter-of-factly. She stepped right up next to me, her shoulder pressing against my arm. I could smell her perfume now—something floral and sweet that cut right through the stale airport air. I stiffened, trying not to look like a complete mess in the camera frame, while she held the phone up, flashing a bright V-sign and a breathtaking smile.

Click.

She pulled the phone back, looking at the screen with a satisfied hum. "I send photo to you," she stated.

"And... how do you plan to send me that photo?" I asked, genuinely baffled.

She lowered the phone and looked up at me innocently. "You have Kakao?"

I stared at her, utterly bewildered by the surreal turn of events. I rubbed the back of my neck sheepishly. "I... actually do." She looked triumphant. "But I don't use it that much," I added quickly. "I don't really know how it works. I just got it out of curiosity." It was true; hardly anyone in Spain used KakaoTalk, but I'd downloaded it ages ago just to see what it was.

She laughed—a bright, bubbly sound that echoed in the corridor. She probably didn't understand all my rapid English, but she got the gist of it.

"It's ok. Give me phone," she commanded gently, holding her hand out.

Completely hypnotized, I unlocked my phone and handed it to her. She quickly navigated to the yellow app icon, opened it, and within seconds, she had scanned a QR code from her own screen. She typed something rapidly on her phone, and a second later, my phone pinged in her hand.

She handed it back to me with a triumphant smile. I looked at the screen. There was a new chat open with a contact named with just a simple cherry blossom emoji. She had sent a quick message to make sure it worked—a cute, animated bear waving enthusiastically.

I looked at her, my brain struggling to comprehend the situation. Did just Sana from Twice really save my contact in her phone so she could send me a photo? Wouldn't it have been a million times easier to just take the photo with my phone? Did she want to keep the photo too? Why would she? She's the idol, not me. I was just a quiet, slightly overweight stranger who happened to have a spare shirt. None of this made logical sense.

Before I could ask any of the hundred questions spinning in my head, her phone buzzed in her hand. She glanced at the screen and let out a small sigh.

"I go now. Members... looking for me," she said.

She slipped her phone into her pocket and extended her hand toward me. I took it gently. Her skin was incredibly soft, her grip surprisingly firm. But she didn't let go immediately. Her dark eyes searched mine again, lingering in a way that made the noisy airport around us fade into absolute silence. She looked... hesitant. Like she didn't actually want to turn around and leave.

"Oh, right. Of course," I said. I let go of her hand and, before my brain could stop me, I added, "See you in the concert."

And I winked.

The moment the wink happened, I felt my face ignite. Did I just wink at Sana? What is wrong with me? I couldn't believe I just did that. It was so bold, so stupidly cheesy. But to my absolute shock, Sana’s eyes widened slightly, and that pretty pink blush returned to her cheeks in full force.

"You going concert?" she asked, her voice hitching slightly. She looked genuinely hopeful, almost like she wanted to see me again in the sea of thousands of people.

"Yes. Couldn't miss it," I managed to say, praying my voice wasn't shaking.

Her phone vibrated again, a loud, angry buzz this time. She sighed. "Thank you again..." she trailed off, a soft laugh escaping her lips. “Sorry, don't know your name."

"Y/n," I said, offering a warm smile. "My name is Y/n."

"Y/n," she repeated, testing the syllables on her tongue. The way she said it sent a warm flutter straight to my chest. "Pretty name."

My heart did a somersault. I could feel the heat rushing up my neck, my cheeks burning furiously. "T-thank you," I stammered, entirely losing my cool.

She laughed again, a sound I knew I would be replaying in my head for months. "So, Y/n,” she said, taking a step backward but keeping her eyes locked on mine. She pointed a finger at her pocket. “I send you photo. Promise,"

She gave me one last, lingering smile, turned around, and hurried off down the corridor toward the VIP exit. I watched her go, completely mesmerized by the sight of the oversized black t-shirt swishing around her mid-thigh as she ran.

I stood by the vending machine for a solid five minutes, completely rooted to the spot. I stared at the empty space where she had just been standing, half-convinced my sleep-deprived brain had hallucinated the entire encounter. The sticky soda drying on my jacket was the only physical proof it had actually happened.

Did I really just spill soda on Sana? Did I really just give her my clothes? Did I actually wink at her?

I buried my face in my hands, letting out a muffled groan at the memory of my own audacity, though I couldn't wipe the stupid smile off my lips.

Eventually, the weight of my backpack reminded me I couldn't live next to this vending machine forever. I adjusted the straps, ignored the sticky feeling of my ruined jacket, and made my way through the massive, bamboo-ceilinged terminal of Madrid-Barajas.

By the time I stepped out through the automatic sliding doors, the mild Madrid afternoon hit me with a welcome breeze. The sky was a brilliant, cloudless blue.

I walked right past the long queue of white taxis. I had already blown way too much of my budget on the flight, the hotel, and that concert ticket to afford a thirty-euro cab ride into the city. Instead, I hauled my heavy backpack over to the bus stop, waiting for the yellow Airport Express bus to take me to the center.

I was standing there, watching the airport traffic blur by and trying to process the sheer absurdity of my life and the fact that I was going to see Twice live the next day.

Would she remember me? Would she even remember to send the—

Bzzzt. Bzzzt.

My phone vibrated twice against my thigh.

I froze. Slowly, almost afraid I was going to jinx it, I pulled the phone out of my pocket and tapped the screen to wake it up.

[KakaoTalk: 2 New Message]

My heart hammered against my ribs. I swiped the notification open, my thumbs slightly clumsy from the adrenaline still pumping through my veins.

It was from the cherry blossom emoji.

The first message was the photo we had taken together. I stared at it, my heart doing a ridiculous drum solo against my ribs. We actually looked good. I looked understandably starstruck, my eyes a little wide, but she was smiling so radiantly that the whole picture just looked warm. Her head was tilted, pressing slightly into my shoulder, making us look less like a stunned fan and an international pop star, and more like two friends who had just run into each other.

Underneath the photo was a short text:

[🌸]: Thank you for shirt! You save Sana today ㅋㅋㅋ

I stared at the screen, a massive, foolish smile spreading across my face. The other tourists waiting for the bus were probably looking at me like I was crazy, but I didn't care. She actually texted me. She remembered, she kept her promise, and she was actually texting me.

I tapped the text box, my thumbs hovering over the keyboard as I tried to think of something cool, casual, but polite to say back. ‘You look great in it’? No, too forward. ‘No problem!’? Too boring.

Before I could type a single letter, a second image popped up on the screen.

It was a selfie of Sana, clearly sitting in the back of a moving van, the dark leather seats and tinted windows visible behind her. She had a massive, playful smile on her face, her eyes crinkling into cute half-moons. With one hand, she was pulling the collar of the oversized black t-shirt taut across her chest, making absolutely sure the graphic was perfectly centered in the frame. The contrast was incredibly jarring, and incredibly perfect: her flawless, soft idol visuals sitting right above a furious orange tabby cat with a samurai sword clamped in its jaws.

Below the selfie, another message popped up.

[🌸]: Cat is very angry. But I like! So cool! See you Y/n! 🐯⚔️

I let out a breathless, disbelieving laugh, earning a weird look from a tourist standing next to me in the bus line. I didn't care.

I quickly typed out a reply before I could overthink it.

[🐯]: The angry cat definitely looks better on you anyway. Glad you like it. Get some rest, and see you at the concert! 🐱👋

I thought that would be the end of it. A sweet, surreal interaction to cap off an insane day.

The heavy yellow bus pulled up to the curb with a loud hiss of air brakes, its doors swinging open to let passengers on.

I hoisted my backpack onto the bus, found a seat near the window, and let out a long, exhausted exhale. A few seconds later, my phone vibrated with a new message.

[🌸]: I return it to you! After concert?

I blinked at the screen. Return it? I let out a loud snort of laughter, drawing a weird look from the guy sitting next to me. The idea was hilarious. How on earth did she plan to return a t-shirt to one specific fan out of thousands in a massive arena? It was ridiculous, but impossibly endearing.

I smiled and typed back, not taking the offer too seriously.

[🐯]: Nah, you keep it. Consider it a welcome gift to Spain.

I rested my head against the bus window as the vehicle merged onto the highway, the Madrid skyline starting to appear in the distance. My phone buzzed one last time.

[🌸]: No! Is your shirt. I find you at concert! Promise 🤫

I stared at that final message, my heart doing a ridiculous, hopeful flutter against my ribs. I find you. She was joking, right? She had to be playing around. It was an impossible promise. There were going to be over fifteen thousand people in that arena. There was absolutely no way she could actually spot me in a crowd of that size, let alone hand me a folded t-shirt.

"I promise. Is there a reason why you're making me promise?"

"It's a surprise and I want to make sure that you're genuinely surprised. Now stop asking questions. Tell me about your day."

You were tempted to ask more about the package but you knew better. Sana would always reward you for your obedience. While she got ready for bed, you began to tell her everything you had planned for the day.

X

Sana had just barely arrived home when she hurried to hunt down the package. She grins when she spots it unopened in the living room. Despite knowing that you would listen, she still double checked the package for any sign of tampering. After thoroughly looking it over, it was clear that you hadn't opened.

Opening up the package, she can't help but admire the items she had ordered. It had taken her a great deal to decide on what to get and she was more than happy with her choices. She knew you were going to love the surprise.

With you coming home in a few hours, Sana had to hurry in setting everything up. Before she could get ready, Sana prepared your favorite dish. She would've just ordered taking out, knowing it would be hard to sit through a proper meal but she needed to throw you off about the surprise.

X

You arrive home to the smell of your favorite food and Sana welcoming you home. You hug her tightly before she pulls you in for a deep kiss.

"Missed." Kiss. "Soooo." Kiss. "Much." Kiss. "Baby."

Sana mumbles between kisses. The two of you eventually pull away for a much needed breath.

"I missed you too, baby. Why didn't you tell me you were coming in today? I could've come home earlier."

You follow Sana to the kitchen as she explain her reasoning.

"I know. I just wanted to prepare you dinner to surprise you. It wouldn't very well be a surprise if you were home and I was cooking."

You chuckle while nodding in agreement. Despite half of the day being gone, you still had two more days to spend with her.

"I suppose you're right. Are you only here for the weekend...?"

Sana sets your plates down on your respective seats before grabbing a bottle of wine and serving the two of you. You attempted to help her but she declined the help.

"I'm yours for the week. I won't have to be back in the studio until next week."

Hearing this just made your day even better. You made a mental note to send an email about taking the week off to spend time with Sana. With various comebacks throughout the year, Sana's free times were rare.

"Good. I'm already thinking of all the things we're going to be doing..."

"I already have one thing in mind."

Sana cuts you off as she eyes you, making you nearly choke on the food you were chewing. You take a large gulp of your drink and clear your throat.

"....I can't wait."

X

After the dishes were washed and the kitchen cleaned, the two of you headed to the living room. It was hard to not stare at the opened packaged sitting on the coffee table.

"Will you kneel for me, puppy?" Grabbing a pillow for your knees, Sana took a seat on the couch as she placed the pillow by her feet. Your legs automatically moved on their own as you moved to kneel on the pillow. Sana gives you a smile as she gently cups your chin to gently make you look up at her. "You've been such a good girl for me. I know it must've been hard for you to not get any relief all these months." It didn't go unnoticed when you squeezed your thighs together. Sana would normally reprimand you but she decided to let it go this time. You had been deprived for so long. "...how you had to watch me pleasure myself while you couldn't do a thing." Your breathing grew heavier the more Sana continued to talk. "...how cruel it was of me to make you use your toy and then deprive you of any relief." You whined, remembering how difficult it was for you to fall asleep. For someone that acted sweet in the public eye, Sana could be cruel when she wanted to be. "....All that so Mommy had a show to watch when she touched herself." Your lips parted as Sana slid in her thumb in. She watched you suck her thumb for a minute before take it out. "I think my good girl deserved a reward for all she's done." Sana had planned to drag out the surprise even more but she couldn't wait anymore. She knew her panties were ruined at this point and she needed you to take care of her problem. Grabbing the box, she pulls out a gold link necklace. She holds it closer for you to get a better look.

The necklace was simple chain necklace that was held together by a small lock at the bottom.

"Sana, this is..."

"Nothing but the best for my puppy. I even had it engraved." Sana turns the lock over to show you the elegant 'S' engraved on the back. "What do you think?"

"I love it."

"Good. I have the key too so only I can take it off."

You didn't know what you had done to deserve Sana.

"Can you please put it on me?"

"Lets hold off on that for tonight. I have something else for you."

Sana sets the necklace down on the coffee table and grabs a leather collar and leash from the box.

"I couldn't forget the collar and leash for my puppy. This one has puppy engraved on it. What do you think?"

Much like her respective color from the group, the collar was purple. It had a tag and a ring attached for the loop.

"Can you please put it on me, Mommy?"

Sana grins and nods.

"Of course, puppy." You turn around and move your hair to the side for to put the collar on your. Once it's buckled, you turn back around. "It's not too tight?"

"It's perfect."

"Good. What are your colors?"

"Green for good, yellow to slow down and red to stop."

"Good girl. Make sure to use them at any point, okay?" When you nod, Sana clips the leash to your collar and gently yanks it to pull you closer so she can kiss you. "I love you."

"I love you too."

You whisper against her lips. Sana smiles and stands up. You stand up as she starts walking and then stop when she turns to face you.

"Ah. Ah. Ah. Puppies can't walk. Crawl."

⤷ ⤶

“Sir, I would like to ask for you to leave now,” An intense anger slowly brewed from within you as you stared daggers into the hotel manager in front of you. It was safe to assume that you were not in the greatest mood, and it isn’t getting any better with the situation you’re in.

You had booked one of the rooms here an hour ago, the confirmation email still fresh in your inbox. And yet, despite showing the reservation details to the hotel staff, the manager insisted that there were no available rooms under your name.

Not wanting to instigate the situation any further, you grab your belongings beside you and exit from the hotel’s reception area. The humid air in the evening envelopes your cold skin causing you to cringe a little at the sudden rise in temperature compared to the air conditioned room inside the hotel.

You spent the better half of the night scouring through endless hotel listings, trying to find a decent place that wasn’t overpriced. After hours of searching, comparing rates, and reading through questionable reviews, you finally secured a reservation—only for it to be tossed aside as if it never existed. The manager’s dismissive tone replayed in your head, fueling your irritation. It wasn’t just the inconvenience of being left without a room—it was the sheer incompetence, the refusal to acknowledge your proof, the complete utter waste of time!

Your fingers tighten around your phone as you storm toward the car, jaw clenched in irritation. The night had already been long enough, and now, thanks to this ridiculous booking error, it was about to get even longer. You yank the car door open with more force than necessary and throw your bag onto the backseat, your frustration boiling over as you slide into the driver’s seat.

“I honestly can’t believe him!” You slam the car door as you get in, still fuming from the hotel debacle. Your hands grip the steering wheel, feeling the heat of your frustration rising once more. But as you take a breath and look over, your gaze falls on Dahyun, who’s been sitting quietly in the passenger seat the entire time. Her calm, steady presence immediately has an effect on you.

Today, she’s dressed perfectly for the cool, foggy San Diego weather. Her soft, colorful sweater clings to her comfortably, the long sleeves rolled just above her elbows to keep it casual but warm enough against the slight chill. She paired it with high-waisted, faded blue jeans, the cuffs tucked neatly into her shoes. A pair of white sneakers, clean but scuffed from the road, complete the look. Despite the day’s challenges, her outfit somehow makes her seem effortlessly put-together, and the simplicity of it only adds to her charm.

She’s looking at you, her eyes soft yet understanding, as if she’s been waiting patiently for this moment to let you vent, and for a second, the weight of your anger lightens. It’s like her calmness pulls the tension from your shoulders, and the knot in your chest begins to ease. You feel like you can finally exhale.

Dahyun smiles gently, giving you that reassuring look she always has when she knows you’re frustrated. “It’s okay,” she says, her voice the perfect antidote to your irritation, “Tell me what happened.”

You let out a long, irritated sigh and spill everything: the search, the confirmation email, the manager’s denial, the wasted time. It all comes out in a rush as you unload your frustration, and Dahyun listens without interrupting, her attention fully on you.

When you finish, there’s a brief moment of silence, and just as you start to gather your thoughts, Dahyun surprises you. She pulls out her phone and smiles. “I went ahead and booked a room at a different hotel. It’s not far, and I made sure it’s a good deal. We’ll get some rest tonight.”

You blink, caught off guard, “You—what?”

She grins, “You’ve been through enough tonight. I thought I’d take care of it for you.” Her voice is warm, confident, and there’s something about the way she’s always so considerate, always stepping in when you need her, that leaves you speechless for a moment. She tilts her head slightly, an eyebrow raising, “Honestly, I had a bad feeling when you were taking so long on the call before we arrived. I knew something was up.”

You blink, surprised. “You… knew?”

She nods, a soft smile curling at her lips, “Yeah, I could tell. You don’t usually take that long on the phone unless something’s really off.”

“I’m really sorry, Dahyun,” you let out a heavy sigh, your frustration fading a little as you watch her, “I wanted this trip to be perfect. It’s just—everything’s gone wrong so far, and I’m the one who planned it.”

Her smile softens, and she reaches out, placing a hand on your arm. “Hey, don’t blame yourself. It’s not your fault. Things don’t always go as planned, but I appreciate the time I get to spend with you, no matter what.” Her words settle over you like a gentle breeze, and for the first time that night, you feel a wave of relief wash over you.

The drive to the new hotel isn’t long, but the tension in your shoulders eases as you pull into the parking lot. The warm glow of the hotel’s exterior lights welcomes you, a much-needed contrast to the frustration from earlier. You shift into park and let out a sigh, resting your head against the seat for a moment.

“See? Crisis averted,” Dahyun teases, unbuckling her seatbelt, “and you didn’t even have to throw hands with a hotel manager.”

You snort. “Tempting as it was.”

She giggles, stretching her arms before reaching for her purse. “Let’s just get checked in so you can finally relax.”

You nod and step out of the car, but the moment you move toward the trunk, Dahyun already sees where this is going. “Wait—don’t even think about it,” she warns, eyes narrowing playfully.

You raise an eyebrow. “Think about what?”

“You are not carrying all of our luggage.”

You scoff, popping open the trunk. “Come on, it’s not even that much. I got it.”

Dahyun crosses her arms. “You always say that, and then you end up struggling halfway to the elevator.”

“That’s a lie.”

“That is not a lie.”

You shake your head, grabbing both suitcases before she can argue further. “Too late. Already committed.”

“Unbelievable.” Dahyun huffs but follows beside you, clearly unimpressed. “One day, I’m gonna record you when you start regretting it.”

“You won’t get the chance.”

“Uh-huh, we’ll see.” Despite her protests, she doesn’t stop you. Instead, she just walks alongside you, shaking her head with a fond smile.

Inside, the hotel lobby is quiet, save for the soft hum of music playing in the background. The receptionist, a middle-aged woman with glasses perched on the bridge of her nose, greets you both with a polite smile. “Checking in?”

“Yes, under Kim Dahyun,” she answers smoothly, stepping up to the desk while you stand beside her, still holding the luggage like a stubborn martyr.

The receptionist types on her computer for a moment before nodding. “Got it. You’ll be on the sixth floor. Here are your keycards.” She hands them over, and Dahyun takes them with a small ‘thank you’ before nudging you lightly. “See? Quick and easy. No fights necessary.”

“Yeah, yeah.” You roll your eyes but can’t help the small smile tugging at your lips.

With the keycards in hand, the two of you make your way down the hall toward the elevators. As you wait for the doors to open, a family walks past—a couple with their young daughter, no older than six or seven, holding her mother’s hand.

Just as they pass, you hear a tiny whisper, though not as quiet as the girl probably intended. “Mommy, that girl is so pretty.”

Dahyun pauses mid-step, blinking, and you catch the way her ears turn the faintest shade of pink. The mother hushes her daughter gently, though she sends a knowing smile your way before continuing on.

You glance at Dahyun, grinning. “See? Even kids know you’re gorgeous.”

She groans, covering her face with her hands. “Oh my god, stop.”

You chuckle, nudging her shoulder as the elevator dings. “What? I’m just agreeing with her.”

Dahyun shakes her head, but there’s a shy smile on her lips as you step inside the elevator together. As the doors close, you steal another glance at her—at the way the soft glow of the elevator lights casts a gentle highlight on her features, the way her sweater hangs comfortably on her frame, and the quiet confidence she carries even when flustered. The little girl was completely right—Dahyun is so pretty. And in that moment, you can’t help but think that, despite everything that went wrong with the previous booking, being here with her makes it all worth it.

As the elevator hums softly, carrying you both upward, a comfortable silence settles between you. Dahyun leans against the railing, her fingers idly tracing the edge of the keycard in her hand. Her gaze flickers toward you for a brief second before settling on the floor, her expression thoughtful.

“You know…” she starts quietly, her voice softer than usual, “I really appreciate you.”

You blink, surprised by the sudden sincerity. “Where’s this coming from?”

She exhales a small laugh, shaking her head. “I don’t know. Just thinking about everything that happened today. Most people would’ve let the stress get to them, but you kept pushing through.” She looks up, her eyes warm. “Even when things don’t go as planned, you always try to make the best of it. And I just… I love that about you.”

Your heart stirs at her words, warmth spreading through your chest. You reach out, gently tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear. “Well, I wouldn’t exactly say I handled it gracefully,” you chuckle, “you saw me ready to throw hands with that manager.”

Dahyun giggles. “Okay, yeah. But still. You care a lot. And that means everything to me.”

The way she’s looking at you—soft, earnest, filled with something so genuine—it makes your pulse quicken. You take a small step closer, tilting your head slightly. “If you’re trying to make me fall for you even more, it’s working.”

She rolls her eyes, but there’s a blush creeping up her cheeks. Before she can protest, you lean in, aiming for a quick kiss.

Dahyun immediately flinches back, eyes wide. “W-We’re in an elevator—”

You smirk. “And?”

“There’s a camera.”

“Relax, the only person seeing this is some security guard watching the feed.”

Her jaw drops. “That makes it worse!”

You laugh, unable to help yourself. “So what? Let him be jealous.”

Dahyun groans, covering her face. “Oh my god, you’re impossible.”

You grin, shrugging. “And yet, here you are, stuck with me.”

She peeks at you through her fingers before shaking her head with a small, exasperated smile. “Yeah… and I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

Before you can tease her again, the elevator dings, signaling your floor. As the doors slide open, Dahyun quickly steps out, leaving you grinning as you follow behind, the warmth of the moment still lingering between you.

Stepping into the hallway, you glance down at the keycard in Dahyun’s hand as she double-checks the room number. A few doors down, she stops in front of one with a soft beep from the lock before pushing it open.

The moment you both step inside, a sense of relief washes over you. The room is spacious, illuminated by the warm glow of bedside lamps. A king-sized bed sits against the far wall, layered with plush white pillows and a thick comforter that practically invites exhaustion to take over. There’s a sitting area near the window, complete with a small couch and a coffee table, while a sleek, flat-screen TV is mounted on the wall across from the bed. The window itself offers a view of the city lights below, shimmering against the night sky.

To the right, a door leads to the en-suite bathroom, its frosted glass panel giving a glimpse of the modern setup inside. The polished marble countertop extends across one side, supporting a well-lit vanity mirror, while a walk-in shower with a rainfall showerhead sits on the opposite end.

Dahyun exhales in content, stretching her arms above her head. “Finally.”

You set the luggage down near the bed, rolling your shoulders from the strain of carrying everything. “Not bad, huh?”

“Not bad?” Dahyun scoffs playfully as she wanders toward the bathroom, peeking inside. “This is so much better than what we almost had to settle for.” She turns the knob to test the water pressure, nodding in approval. “Mmm, I’ve been dreaming about a hot shower all night.”

You smirk, leaning against the doorway with your arms crossed. “Too bad I’ll be stuck out here, unpacking all our stuff… while there’s a very pretty woman enjoying a warm shower just a few feet away.”

Dahyun freezes for a moment before turning to you with an incredulous look. “Did you really just say that?”

“What?” You feign innocence, shrugging. “It’s just an observation.”

She narrows her eyes, arms crossing as she leans against the counter. “Uh-huh. Right.”

“Glad you agree.”

Rolling her eyes, she steps past you but not before giving you a light pat on the shoulder. “Thanks for all the hard work,” she teases, a mischievous glint in her eyes. “I really appreciate it.”

You scoff. “That was sarcasm.”

“Nooo, it was appreciation,” she insists with a playful grin before disappearing into the bathroom, shutting the door behind her. You shake your head, chuckling under your breath. Even after a long, exhausting day, she still knows how to keep you on your toes.

As the bathroom door clicks shut and the sound of running water fills the room, you exhale and turn your attention to the luggage. Unzipping the bags, you start sorting through the contents—clothes, toiletries, chargers, snacks. A part of you had been dreading this, but unpacking helps distract you from the lingering exhaustion of the day.

Your hands pause over a neatly folded shirt as a thought creeps into your mind.

This wasn’t how the trip was supposed to go.

You were supposed to be in Hawaii right now, enjoying the sun, the beaches, the endless buffets at the resort. Instead, you had to cancel everything at the last minute after the call about your mom. A heart attack—something you never thought you’d have to deal with so soon. The sheer panic of it all still lingers in the back of your mind. The hospital visits, the constant calls with family members, the sleepless nights spent worrying about test results and doctor updates. The stress had been overwhelming.

But through all of it, Dahyun had been there.

She had stayed up with you during those late-night calls, listening as you vented your fears. She had driven over with food when you kept forgetting to eat. She had reminded you—again and again—that you didn’t have to carry everything alone.

You swallow the lump forming in your throat, shaking your head slightly as you continue unpacking. Even now, as tired as you are, there’s a deep gratitude within you. Maybe this wasn’t the trip you originally planned, but if there’s one thing you do know, it’s that you’re lucky to have her by your side.

Just as you zip up one of the bags, the sound of running water comes to a stop. A few seconds later, Dahyun’s voice calls out from the bathroom.

“Babe?”

You glance up. “Yeah?”

“Would be really nice if you could bring me my shower stuff.”

You shake your head with a small laugh, already standing to grab her things. “Yeah, yeah, I got it.”

There’s a pause, and then—

“Oh, and by the way…” Her voice is casual, playful. “There’s plenty of room for one more person.”

You freeze, blinking.

A beat of silence.

Then you hear her snicker from behind the door. “Kidding!”

“Unbelievable,” you mutter, shaking your head as you grab her shower bag and head toward the bathroom.

⤷ ⤶

The hotel room is finally still, the earlier chaos of the day fading into the background. Both you and Dahyun are freshly showered, the scent of soap and shampoo lingering in the air as you lie side by side on the bed. Dahyun, wrapped in the hotel’s fluffy robe, nestles closer, resting her head lightly against your shoulder as the soft glow of your phone screen illuminates the both of you.

“Okay,” you murmur, scrolling through the delivery options. “What do we feel like? Chinese food? Korean? Or maybe something simple like burgers and fries?”

Dahyun hums, pretending to think for a moment. “Chinese sounds nice. But Korean sounds even better.”

You huff out a laugh. “Of course, it does.”

She lifts her head slightly, peering over at the screen as you scroll past a few places. “Ooooh, wait! Go back.”

You flick your thumb upward, stopping on the restaurant she caught sight of—BCD Tofu House. You glance at her, already knowing what’s coming.

“This one?” you ask.

She nods eagerly. “Yep! They have everything. Sundubu jjigae, galbi, bibimbap, seafood pancakes…” Her eyes gleam as she starts listing off options. “Oh! And we have to get japchae. And some kimbap! Oh, and—”

You glance at her with a raised brow. “You do realize there’s only two of us, right?”

Dahyun turns to you with an innocent smile. “And?”

You let out an exaggerated sigh, shaking your head with a small grin. “Unbelievable.”

She giggles, squeezing your arm lightly before nudging you. “Come on, you know you want all of it too.”

You roll your eyes but don’t argue, already tapping to add everything to the cart. Truth be told, you really don’t mind. If anything, seeing Dahyun so excited about food—even after the long night you both had—is enough to make you want to order the entire menu just to keep that smile on her face. As you confirm the order, Dahyun settles back against you, her fingers absentmindedly tracing patterns along your arm.

“Estimated delivery time: thirty minutes,” you say, setting your phone aside.

Dahyun lets out a pleased hum. “Perfect. Just enough time to get comfy before we feast.” You chuckle, wrapping an arm around her as she snuggles in closer.

⤷ ⤶

The road stretched endlessly ahead, the miles melting away as the two of you continued your journey north. The drive so far had been a mix of breathtaking sights and frustrating road conditions, a perfect encapsulation of any California road trip.

Starting from San Diego, you had taken the scenic route whenever possible, soaking in the coastal views and making brief stops at notable spots. Laguna Beach had been a quick but worthwhile detour, the cliffs overlooking the ocean giving you both a moment to breathe in the salty air. Newport Beach followed, where you grabbed coffee from a local café before hitting the road again.

Then came Los Angeles.

The city was as vibrant and chaotic as ever. The skyline was impressive, but nothing could prepare you for the traffic. The moment you merged onto the freeway, you felt your patience thinning with every second. Brake lights filled your vision, and despite your best efforts to stay calm, you couldn’t stop yourself from groaning every time the car ahead of you barely crawled forward.

“Remind me why people live here?” you muttered, gripping the steering wheel.

Dahyun giggled from the passenger seat, barely affected by the madness on the road. “Because it’s L.A.,” she teased, snapping a picture of the congested freeway on her phone. “Want me to send this to your family so they can hear you complain about it later?”

You shot her a deadpan look. “If you do, I’m turning this car around.”

But as much as the traffic tested your patience, the rest of the drive made up for it. Dahyun had taken it upon herself to be the car DJ, curating a playlist that consisted of everything from classic road trip anthems to her own personal favorites. Before long, the long stretches of highway were filled with her singing—sometimes beautifully, sometimes purposefully off-key just to make you laugh.

Watching her, completely immersed in the music, her hand drumming against her thigh to the beat, her voice carrying through the car—it made the long hours bearable. More than bearable. You loved seeing her like this, so effortlessly happy despite being cooped up in a car for hours on end.

“Okay, okay, one more!” Dahyun declared as she queued up another song. “But you have to sing with me this time.”

You groaned, already knowing where this was going. “Dahyun—”

“Nope, no excuses!” she cut in, cranking up the volume as the opening notes of a ridiculously catchy pop song played through the speakers. She turned to you with an expectant grin, her eyes practically daring you to refuse.

With a sigh, you gave in. And just like that, the two of you were belting out lyrics together, the miles slipping away as laughter and music filled the car.

But then—

BANG.

The car jolted, an unnatural thud shaking the entire vehicle. Immediately, you tightened your grip on the wheel, your instincts kicking in. The car lurched slightly to the right, and an unmistakable thudding sound filled your ears.

“Shit—” you hissed, quickly scanning for a safe place to pull over.

“Dahyun, hold on,” you said firmly, your entire body going into emergency mode. Carefully, you eased the car to the side of the highway, keeping control despite the unsteadiness of the wheel. The moment you came to a full stop, you exhaled sharply, your pulse still racing.

Dahyun let out a shaky breath beside you. “What… what just happened?”

You swallowed, running a hand through your hair before turning to her. “I think we just popped a tire.”

Standing to the side of the car, you let out a long, exasperated sigh as you ran a hand down your face. The sedan—your trusted, fuel-efficient companion for this trip—now sat at an awkward angle, the front right tire completely deflated, the rubber torn from whatever it was that had punctured it. You crouched down, pressing your fingers lightly against the damaged area, assessing the extent of the issue. At least the wheel itself seemed intact, but that didn’t do much to quell the sheer frustration bubbling inside you.

First, the hotel mix-up. Then the exhausting drive through L.A. traffic. And now? A popped tire in the middle of nowhere. This trip was not supposed to go like this.

You clenched your jaw, inhaling sharply through your nose as you stood back up, resting your hands on your hips. Just breathe. Losing your temper wasn’t going to help, but damn if it wasn’t getting harder to keep your patience in check.

Dahyun, sensing the storm brewing within you, stepped in. Without a word, she reached for your hand, fingers lacing through yours in a gentle, grounding touch. You turned to her, and when your eyes met, the frustration didn’t disappear entirely—but it eased. Just a little.

“I know this isn’t how you wanted things to go,” she said softly, her thumb brushing over your skin. “But we’ll get through it. It’s just a bump in the road—literally.”

You let out a tired chuckle at her attempt to lighten the mood, shaking your head. “You and your puns…”

Dahyun grinned before leaning up on her toes, pressing a quick, warm kiss to your cheek. “I mean it, though. We’ll be fine.”

You exhaled, the tension in your shoulders loosening just enough for you to focus. Right. No point in standing around feeling sorry for yourself—this was just another problem to solve.

Rolling your shoulders, you turned to the trunk and popped it open. “I need to move our stuff to the backseat so I can get to the spare tire,” you explained, already reaching for the first suitcase.

Dahyun gave you a small nod. “I’ll help.”

As you shifted the luggage to the back, clearing space for the hidden compartment under the trunk’s flooring, you could already see the spare tire tucked away along with the necessary tools. Taking a deep breath, you straightened up, dusting off your hands before glancing at Dahyun.

“Mind giving me a hand with the tools?” you asked, stepping aside so you could pull out the spare tire.

Dahyun nodded. “On it.”

As you crouched down beside the car, loosening the lug nuts with the tire iron, Dahyun knelt next to you, handing over the tools when needed. Despite the inconvenience of the situation, she seemed determined to keep the mood light.

“You know,” she started, brushing a stray hair behind her ear, “this is kind of a rite of passage for a road trip. Flat tire, unexpected detours—just missing a creepy gas station in the middle of nowhere.”

You huffed out a chuckle. “Yeah, I’d rather not check that box.” You carefully removed the damaged tire, setting it aside. “But hey, at least we’re not stranded too far from civilization.”

Dahyun tapped her chin playfully. “I mean, if we were, we could’ve done a survival challenge. Couple vs. Wild.”

You snorted. “Yeah? And how long do you think we’d last?”

She grinned. “Depends—do I get to use my phone?”

“That’s not how survival works, babe.”

She sighed dramatically. “Then I’d give us… two days, tops.”

You laughed at that, shaking your head as you focused back on replacing the tire. “I’ll make sure it doesn’t come to that.”

A comfortable silence settled as you secured the spare tire in place, but Dahyun—ever the conversationalist—kept the energy up. “So, once we finally get to San Francisco, what’s the first thing we’re doing?”

“Took you this long to ask?” You smirked. “Food, obviously. I know you’ve been waiting to hit up all the spots we talked about.”

Her eyes lit up. “Yes! Dim sum, clam chowder in a bread bowl, Ghirardelli sundaes—I’m going to eat everything.”

“I believe you,” you teased. “You’ve been talking about that chowder for weeks.”

“Can you blame me? Fresh seafood just hits different,” she said, pouting cutely after.

You tightened the last lug nut before shifting to sit beside her. “We’ll get seafood, don’t worry. And then, of course, all the sightseeing. Golden Gate, Alcatraz, Pier 39… Might even take you to that secret scenic hike I found.”

“A secret hike?” Dahyun’s eyebrows raised.

You shrugged, keeping your tone casual. “Yeah, figured we could go after we settle in at the hotel. Thought you’d like a quieter spot with a great view of the city.”

Her expression softened, a small smile playing at her lips. “You really do plan ahead, huh?”

“I try,” you said, smirking.

“Well,” she nudged your arm lightly, “I’m looking forward to it. But first…” She glanced at the car, then back at you. “How’s our tire situation looking, mechanic?”

You wiped your hands on your jeans, giving the new tire a once-over. “All set. Not perfect, but it’ll get us there.”

Dahyun clapped her hands together. “Great. Now, let’s get back on the road before another wrench gets thrown into our plans.”

You stood up, offering her a hand. “Deal.”

With that, you both climbed back into the car, ready to keep pushing forward—bumps in the road and all.

› San Francisco Montage ‹

Golden Gate Bridge – The Classic Photo Stop

The moment you parked near the scenic viewpoint, Dahyun was already halfway out of the car, phone in hand. The wind whipped through her hair as she stretched her arms wide, embracing the cool bay breeze.

“Okay, okay, get closer!” she said, waving you over as she set up a selfie. You sighed, playing along, standing beside her as she angled the shot perfectly to capture both of you and the Golden Gate in the background.

“One normal smile,” you warned, “then you can do whatever pose you want.”

Dahyun beamed. “Deal!”

Click.

Immediately after, she switched it up—throwing up peace signs, puffing her cheeks, and making finger hearts at the camera while you struggled to keep up.

You chuckled, shaking your head. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”

She grinned. “I know.”

Pier 39 – Sea Lions & Sweets

Wandering along the bustling pier, you and Dahyun stopped every few steps to admire the street performers, browse the little souvenir shops, and—most importantly—watch the famous sea lions lazing on the docks.

“They’re so fat,” Dahyun gasped, eyes wide in fascination.

“They eat well,” you chuckled, leaning on the railing beside her.

One particularly large sea lion let out a long, lazy bark, flopping onto its side dramatically.

Dahyun mimicked it perfectly. “Me after eating all day.”

You laughed, pulling her into your side. “You say that, but I know you still have room for dessert.”

“Of course I do,” she grinned. “We’re going to Ghirardelli Square next!”

Ghirardelli Square – Chocolate Heaven

Sitting across from Dahyun at the small table, you watched as she happily dug into a towering Hot Fudge Sundae.

She took one bite, closed her eyes, and sighed in bliss. “This… is life-changing.”

“You said the same thing about the clam chowder earlier.”

“And I meant it.” She pointed her spoon at you. “Great food deserves equal appreciation.”

You smirked, taking a bite of your own. “Fair point.”

Chinatown – Late-Night Dim Sum

Dahyun sat across from you in the tiny, bustling dim sum restaurant, her chopsticks poised as she scanned the bamboo steamers before her.

“Okay,” she said seriously, “if you could only pick one dim sum dish to eat forever, what would it be?”

You thought for a moment before grabbing a char siu bao (BBQ pork bun). “This. No hesitation.”

Dahyun gasped dramatically. “No hesitation?”

“None.”

She narrowed her eyes, then picked up a har gow (shrimp dumpling). “I respect it, but I’m choosing this.”

You scoffed. “Har gow? Over char siu bao?”

“Absolutely.” She popped the dumpling in her mouth, looking smug.

You shook your head. “We’re so different.”

“But somehow, we work,” she teased.

You chuckled, reaching over to steal a dumpling from her steamer. “Yeah, yeah… we do.”

⤷ ⤶

The sky had begun shifting into soft hues of pink and orange as you drove down the winding road leading to the hidden trail. The buzz of the city was far behind now, replaced by the serene quiet of nature. Dahyun had been humming along to the music playing softly in the car, the remnants of the day’s adventures still shining in her eyes.

“You’re really keeping this place a secret, huh?” she asked, glancing at you with curiosity.

You smirked. “Patience, babe. You’ll see soon enough.”

She pouted but didn’t press further, leaning back in her seat. “Well, after today, I trust your picks. This better be as pretty as you hyped it up to be.”

You took her hand, giving it a light squeeze. “I promise, it’s worth it.”

As you pulled into a small, secluded parking spot near the trailhead, Dahyun stretched her arms over her head. “Ready for one last adventure today?”

You smiled. “Always.” And with that, you both stepped out of the car, ready for the final—and most meaningful—stop of the trip so far.

The trail had been a gentle, winding path through towering redwoods, their ancient trunks stretching endlessly toward the sky, filtering the golden evening light through a canopy of emerald leaves. The air was crisp and carried the faint, earthy scent of pine and damp soil, a refreshing contrast to the salty breeze that hinted at what lay ahead. The rhythmic sound of footsteps against the dirt trail was the only noise, save for the occasional rustling of wildlife in the underbrush.

Then, the trees thinned.

And there it was.

A vast, breathtaking overlook—where the world seemed to stretch endlessly before them. The cliffside jutted out like a natural balcony, offering an unobstructed view of the Pacific Ocean, its waves shimmering beneath the last rays of the setting sun. The water stretched into infinity, an endless canvas of deep blues and fiery oranges, mirroring the sky above. Wisps of clouds caught the sun’s light, painted in soft shades of pink and lavender, shifting as the evening deepened.

To the right, far beyond the rolling hills and distant forests, the city lay in the distance—San Francisco’s skyline glowing like embers against the encroaching twilight. Tiny golden lights flickered to life, one by one, illuminating the cityscape as dusk began to settle. From this height, everything looked peaceful, untouched by the hurried pace of the world below.

The wind blew gently, cool but not biting, wrapping around you two like a quiet embrace. Birds drifted lazily overhead, carried by the breeze, their silhouettes small against the vast sky. Wildflowers clung to the edge of the cliffside, their delicate petals trembling with each passing gust. The world felt endless and yet intimate—just the two of you standing on the precipice of something both eternal and fleeting.

Fingers intertwined.

A quiet inhale.

Dahyun’s breath caught in awe, her dark eyes wide as she took everything in, tracing every detail like she wanted to memorize it forever. The soft glow of the sunset reflected in her gaze, and though she said nothing, the way her grip on your hand tightened spoke volumes. The wonder, the gratitude, the quiet appreciation—it was all there, written in the gentle way her lips parted, in the way her chest rose and fell, steady but reverent.

Both of you stood there, unmoving, just breathing it in.

The words had been forming in your mind for a long time now, and as you stood there, watching her, feeling the weight of the moment settle between you two, you knew you couldn’t hold them back anymore. The ocean stretched endlessly behind her, the wind playing with strands of her dark hair, the last light of the sun casting a golden glow across her skin. She was beautiful—so heartbreakingly beautiful—and you had to say it. All of it.

You took a deep breath, tightening your hold on her hands before you finally spoke.

“I still remember the first time I saw you,” you began, voice steady but thick with emotion. “Seoul, two years ago. I was wandering the streets after a business meeting, exhausted and hungry, and I walked into that café without thinking twice. And then there you were, standing behind the counter, smiling as you handed a customer their order. I must’ve looked like an idiot when I tried to ask for your number in the worst Korean imaginable.” You laughed softly, shaking your head at the memory. “I was bracing myself for rejection—hell, I was bracing myself for you not even understanding what I was saying. But then you just… looked at me and said, ‘You know, you could’ve just asked in English.’”

Dahyun laughed at that, her grip on your hands tightening slightly, her eyes soft with nostalgia.

“That should’ve scared me off right then and there,” you continued, “but instead, I knew I had to know you.”

Your gaze flickered over her face, catching the way her lips parted slightly, how her expression softened as she listened.

“When we started dating, I knew it wasn’t going to be easy. A long-distance relationship never is. But every call, every message, every ridiculous time zone math problem we had to do just to find a good time to talk—it was all worth it. And then, when I finally moved to Korea, when I finally got to be with you every day instead of through a screen… I knew, without a doubt, that I never wanted to be apart from you again.”

Her eyes shone, and though she didn’t say anything, the way she looked at you was enough.

“And meeting your parents?” You let out a small, breathy chuckle. “I don’t think I’ve ever been more nervous in my life. I must’ve rehearsed what to say to them a hundred times over, and yet, the second your dad looked at me, I swear I forgot every single word of Korean I had learned.”

Dahyun giggled, covering her mouth with one hand as if remembering the moment. “You were so stiff at the dinner table,” she murmured, her voice full of fondness.

“I was terrified,” you admitted, grinning. “I wanted to impress them so badly because I knew—I knew—that you were it for me. And somehow, despite my awkwardness, despite my broken sentences, they accepted me. Just like you did.”

Your smile wavered for a moment, your expression growing more serious. You exhaled, your fingers brushing over the back of her hands before squeezing gently.

“And then… there was my mom,” you murmured, voice quieter now. “When she had the heart attack, when everything just—stopped—I felt like I was losing it. I didn’t sleep, I barely ate, and I couldn’t think of anything except whether she’d make it. I was completely unraveling.” You swallowed, your throat tightening at the memory. “But you… you were there. Every second. Every late-night phone call, every time I needed someone to remind me to just breathe. You never let me go through it alone.”

A silence fell between you two. The waves crashed below, the city lights flickered in the distance, and the wind curled around you and her, but all you could focus on was her—the way her lips trembled slightly, the way she blinked a few times as if holding something back.

“And even now,” you whispered, your voice thick with emotion, “on this trip where everything seems to be going wrong, you’re still here. Still making sure I don’t lose it. Still reminding me that even when things don’t go as planned, it doesn’t matter—because as long as I have you, nothing else matters.”

And then, before she could say anything, before you could even second-guess yourself, you let go of one of her hands and slowly, slowly lowered yourself down onto one knee.

Dahyun’s breath hitched.

Her eyes widened, lips parting in shock, and for a moment, she was completely still—staring down at you as the realization set in. The golden sunset framed her like something out of a dream, her dark hair swaying in the breeze, her skin illuminated in the soft, fading light. She looked utterly stunned, her fingers twitching slightly in your hold, and yet… there was something else there too. A raw, overwhelming emotion welling in her gaze, the kind that stole her breath away, leaving her unable to do anything but look at you.

Your heart pounded in your chest, but you didn’t waver, not now. Not when you had spent every second of the past two years knowing—knowing—that this was where you were always meant to be.

You took a steady breath, your fingers tightening around hers as you gazed up at her—this woman who had changed your life in ways you never would have imagined. Your heart pounded so hard you were sure she could hear it, but there was no hesitation, no doubt, only the certainty that had been growing inside you from the very first moment you met.

And so, with all the love you had for her, you finally spoke the words that had been waiting in your heart.

“김다현, 네가 처음 날 놀라게 했을 때부터, 지금 이 순간까지, 그리고 영원히… 난 너를 사랑해.” (Kim Dahyun, from the moment you first surprised me, to this very moment, and forever… I love you.)

Her breath hitched, her hand trembling slightly in yours.

“너랑 함께한 모든 순간이 소중했고, 앞으로도 함께하고 싶어.” (Every moment with you has been precious, and I want to spend every moment from now on with you.)

Her lips parted, eyes wide, glistening with unshed tears.

“그러니까… 나랑 결혼해 줄래?” (So… will you marry me?)

The words hung in the air between you two, soft and unshaken, carried by the ocean breeze and the fading golden light.

For a second—just a second—everything seemed to stop. The waves below, the distant hum of the city, even the wind curling around the both of you. It was just you and Dahyun. Just her.

And then, she let out a shaky, disbelieving laugh, her free hand flying to cover her mouth as her eyes brimmed over.

“바보야…” she whispered, voice breaking as she laughed again, blinking rapidly to keep the tears from spilling. “이건 반칙이잖아…” (“You idiot…” — “This is cheating…”)

But then, without another word, she nodded—frantically, fervently—before dropping down to your level and throwing her arms around you, burying herself in your embrace as the tears finally fell.

“Yes,” she breathed against your shoulder, her voice muffled but full of emotion. “Of course, yes.”

And just like that, the world started moving again, but nothing else mattered. Because she had said yes.

⤷ ⤶

The next morning, the air is crisp as you stand at the hotel reception desk, finalizing the checkout process. The receptionist clicks away at the keyboard, printing the final receipt, while you absentmindedly tap your fingers against the counter. Just a few feet away, near the entrance, Dahyun is engrossed in a FaceTime call with two very familiar voices—Nayeon and Jeongyeon, her closest friends from college.

“You better have been taking care of Dahyun this whole time,” Jeongyeon teases the moment she notices you in the background.

You hold up your hands in surrender, feigning innocence. “Swear on my life, I’ve been nothing but good to her.”

Dahyun chuckles at your response before turning her attention back to her friends. “Honestly? He’s been amazing. I don’t know how I would’ve handled this trip without him.”

Nayeon narrows her eyes playfully. “That’s sweet and all, but I feel like there’s something else you’re not telling us…”

Dahyun bites her lip, a subtle but unmistakable sign that she’s holding back something big. “Well… there is something I want to tell you both.” She leans in slightly, lowering her voice. “But you have to keep it a secret from the other girls. At least for now.”

Nayeon gasps dramatically, immediately jumping to conclusions. “Oh my god. You’re pregnant, aren’t you?!”

Jeongyeon bursts into laughter, instantly jumping on the joke. “No way. Does this mean I’m finally going to be an auntie?”

Dahyun’s face turns a deep shade of pink as she waves a hand at them. “Yah! Cut it out! It’s not that!”

You chuckle, shaking your head before gently placing a reassuring hand on her back. “It’s okay,” you murmur.

She exhales, glancing up at you before finally lifting her left hand to the camera. The engagement ring glistens in the morning light—an oval-cut diamond, set on a thin band of white gold encrusted with smaller diamonds. It’s delicate, timeless, and perfectly suited to her.

For a moment, Nayeon and Jeongyeon are completely silent, their eyes wide as they take in the sight. Then, in perfect unison, they scream.

“뭐라고?!” (WHAT?!)

“너… 너 지금 약혼했다고?!?!” Nayeon practically shrieks, shaking her phone. “이게 어떻게 된 거야?! 언제 일어난 일이야?! 나 당장 자세한 설명이 필요해!” (“You… You’re engaged?!” — “HOW DID THIS HAPPEN? WHEN DID THIS HAPPEN? I NEED DETAILS RIGHT NOW!”)

Jeongyeon, still in shock, dramatically clutches her chest. “다현아… 나 오늘 이 소식 들을 준비가 안 됐어…” (“Dahyun-ah… I wasn’t ready to hear this today…”) then, as if snapping out of it, she points at you through the screen. “You! You better treat her like a queen for the rest of your life, got it?”

You grin. “That was always the plan.”

Meanwhile, Dahyun can’t stop laughing at their over-the-top reactions. “I just told you guys to keep it a secret, and you’re already screaming loud enough for the whole city to hear.”

Nayeon waves a hand dismissively. “Please, this is major news. We have a right to scream!”

Jeongyeon wipes away fake tears. “Our 두부 is getting married… I can’t believe this.”

You glance at Dahyun, watching as she giggles, her eyes shining with happiness. Even with all the teasing, you know this moment means the world to her. And to you.

⤷ ⤶

As they drove down the open highway, the hum of the engine and the faint sound of music playing from the stereo filled the space between them. The trip had been anything but smooth—starting from the last-minute hotel booking fiasco to the long hours spent navigating through LA traffic. And, of course, who could forget the damn popped tire? But despite everything, here they were, still on the road, together.

Dahyun sat in the passenger seat, her legs tucked up slightly as she absentmindedly played with the engagement ring on her finger. The way her thumb kept running over the band didn’t go unnoticed by you. Every now and then, she’d glance down at it, a soft smile tugging at her lips, like she was still trying to process everything.

“You keep staring at it,” you teased, throwing her a sideways glance.

Dahyun huffed playfully, but she didn’t stop. “Can you blame me? It still doesn’t feel real.” She turned her hand slightly, watching the way the ring caught the light. “I mean… I knew I wanted to be with you, but you really had to propose on a literal cliff, huh?”

You chuckled, keeping your eyes on the road. “You deserved something beautiful.”

She looked at you for a long moment before reaching over, gently lacing her fingers with yours. “You know,” she started, “this trip was kind of a mess.”

You snorted. “Kind of?”

She laughed, shaking her head. “Okay, a lot of a mess. But… it’s also probably my favorite trip ever.”

“Even with the tire popping?”

“Even with the tire popping,” she confirmed, giving your hand a squeeze. “Because no matter what went wrong, you were always there, making sure we were okay. And now…” She glanced at the ring again, her expression softening. “Now I get to spend the rest of my life going on road trips with you.”

You felt your heart swell at her words.

This road trip hadn’t just been about driving from one city to another. It had been about Dahyun and yourself—about everything you two had been through, everything both of you had overcome. The detours, the breakdowns, the unexpected stops… They were all part of the journey.

And just like this trip, life with Dahyun wasn’t going to be perfect. There would be bumps along the way, moments of frustration, plans going completely off-course, but as long as you two were together, you knew you’d would always find their way.

Because at the end of the day, this wasn’t just any trip.

This was your road trip. Yours and Dahyun’s. And it was only just beginning.

⤷ FIN ⤶

And the first story is finished! Oh my gosh, I can’t believe after two years of this story being in the drafts, I finally found the motivation to finish it and release it to the public. I always wanted to take this story and publish it online, but these couple of years have been a rollercoaster of emotions and situations happening.

However, after starting this blog and wanting to start writing again, I just… I just really needed to finish this. I hope you guys enjoyed it and there’s going to be more that will be released in the near future, especially since all of the stories that are under W.I.P have been in my drafts for these past few years now.

Sana closed the door behind us with a definitive, solid click.

The sudden quiet of the small dressing room was absolutely deafening. It was a cozy, dimly lit space, far removed from the buzzing, chaotic energy of the main green room we had just fled. There was a leather couch pushed against one wall, a brightly lit makeup vanity, and a rolling rack of clothes. But the moment the lock engaged, all of those details completely faded into the background.

This was entirely different from bumping into her at the bustling , and it was lightyears away from surviving the playful teasing of Nayeon and Dahyun just moments ago.

Now, I was alone.

Literally, physically alone in a closed room with Minatozaki Sana.

Madre mía...

She was standing a few feet away from me, her hands clasped loosely in front of her. She looked up, her dark eyes darting across my face. Without the other members around, the fierce, territorial energy she had radiated in the hallway seemed to evaporate completely. She looked down, her fingers playing nervously with the hem of the oversized yakuza cat t-shirt, twisting the black cotton. She seemed suddenly shy, but there was something else swirling in her gaze that I couldn't quite decipher.

Anticipation? Nervousness?

The silence was thick, heavy, and absolutely killing me. What was she thinking? Why had she dragged me in here, away from everyone else?

"So..." I started, my voice cracking embarrassingly. I cleared my throat, trying desperately to sound casual as I pointed at the black fabric she was wearing. "The shirt... you really like it, eh? You're still wearing it."

Sana looked down at the orange tabby cat on her chest, a soft, pretty blush returning to her cheeks, "Yeah..." she said quietly.

"It's comfy, right?" I offered, letting out a nervous, breathless laugh that sounded entirely too loud to my own ears.

"Really comfy," she agreed, a small, genuine smile finally breaking through her shyness.

She moved from her spot by the door, the oversized fabric swishing around her thighs, and walked over to the small leather couch. She sat down and patted the empty cushion next to her.

But I stood my ground, my sneakers glued to the floor and my hands jammed deep into my pockets to hide how much they were trembling.

"You can keep it, Sana," I offered gently.

She stopped patting the cushion and looked up at me, a delicate eyebrow raising. We’d had this exact conversation over text, and yet here we were, standing in an empty room deep in the bowels of the WiZink Center because she had insisted on giving it back. Or... did she want something else?

Her intense, unwavering gaze was making my knees feel dangerously weak.

"Really.” I added, suddenly feeling very exposed under her intense, unwavering gaze. "Take it as a souvenir from Spain."

"Come. Sit," she commanded softly, ignoring my offer entirely.

My legs moved on pure autopilot. I swallowed hard and walked over to the couch, sitting down next to her but deliberately leaving a polite, respectful gap of space between us. I was terrified of overstepping.

Sana looked down at the empty cushion separating us, her brow furrowing in a cute, displeased little frown. Without a single word, she scooted over, completely erasing the gap until her thigh was pressed warmly and firmly against mine.

The contact sent a jolt of electricity straight up my spine, and my breath hitched audibly. I could smell her perfume—sweet, floral, and intoxicatingly close.

"I give back shirt," she announced, looking up at me through her lashes.

"O-okay," I stammered, my heart rate spiking to a dangerous level. "I'll just... wait out in the hall while you go change."

I made a move to stand, but Sana tilted her head, her dark eyes suddenly sparkling with a dangerous, unmistakable mischief. She slowly shook her head and shifted her body, turning fully toward me on the couch.

"No?" I swallowed hard. The absolute, suffocating proximity of her was frying my nerves, and her actions were thoroughly confusing me.

"I can do it here," she said, her voice dropping an octave, sounding entirely too casual for what she was suggesting.

"Here?" My voice cracked, jumping an entire octave.

She nodded, a slow, playful smile spreading across her face.

Holy shit.

What was happening? Was she really going to change right in front of me? Was I dreaming? Did I pass out from heatstroke in the VIP pit, and this was just my dying brain projecting my deepest, most absurd fantasies in my final moments? This made absolutely zero logical sense.

Sana leaned in just a fraction closer, invading my personal space in the best way possible.

"Help me?" she asked, her voice dropping to a soft, innocent sweet whisper.

My eyes went wide enough to fall out of my skull. Did I hear that right? Did she just ask me to help her... remove her shirt? What?! Okay, I was definitely dreaming. Things like this didn't happen in real life, and they certainly didn't happen to normal, boring people like me.

"Y/N? You okay?" she asked, her voice laced with deep, unmistakable amusement. A soft giggle escaped her lips. She was enjoying my internal meltdown way too much.

"You… want me… to help you?" I stammered, my brain struggling to form a coherent thought.

"Can you?" she challenged softly, her eyes dropping to my lips for a split second before flicking back up.

"Can I?" I repeated in absolute, breathless disbelief.

At my panicked echoing, Sana’s playful demeanor shifted. The teasing glint in her eyes faded into something much more sincere, much more vulnerable. She searched my face, her dark eyes scanning mine as if trying to read the truth written beneath my panic. My constant stuttering and attempts to give her space must have made her second-guess herself.

"Y/N..." she started, her voice dropping its teasing edge, replaced by a sudden hint of insecurity. "You like me, right?"

My brain completely short-circuited. I couldn't even form the English words to reply, so I just nodded frantically. Like you? I just flew across the country for you. I gave you my favorite shirt. I’m currently having a heart attack on this couch because of you.

A wave of profound, beautiful relief washed over her features. Her eyes softened, and a breathtaking, radiant smile spread across her face.

"Good..." she breathed out happily, her shoulders relaxing. "I like you too."

Sana liked ME? For real?

Nah. No way. This had to be a joke. The imposter syndrome hit me like a freight train. I looked frantically around the small room, my eyes darting to the ceiling corners, scanning the edges of the makeup mirror, checking between the clothing racks.

Sana blinked, confused by my sudden erratic movement. "What you doing?"

"Is there a camera recording?" I rambled, my Spanish accent bleeding heavily into my rapid English.

"Camera?" Sana frowned, looking around the room with me. "Why camera here?"

"Because this isn't real!" I said, running a shaky hand through my hair. "Sana, you... you can't actually be doing this. This is a prank, right? Is this for a hidden camera show? Time to Twice?"

Sana’s expression softened completely. The confusion melted into a look of deep, overwhelming fondness. She reached out, her small, incredibly soft hands gently wrapping around my wrists. She slowly pulled my restless, trembling hands down, resting them firmly in my own lap to ground me.

"What? No" she laughed, shaking her head, her thumbs drawing soothing circles against my pulse points. "No prank. Real."

I looked at our joined hands, then slowly looked back up into her warm brown eyes.

"Sana… you really... you like me?" I asked, my voice barely more than a whisper.

She nodded, her gaze never wavering from mine.

And then, before my brain could even begin to process the fact that the girl of my dreams had just confessed to me, she let go of my wrists. She stood up, her hands coming down to rest on my shoulders.

With a smooth, deliberate grace, she swung her leg over my lap and lowered herself down, smoothly straddling my thighs.

My back hit the cushions of the couch with a soft thud. I turned into a statue. I completely, utterly froze.

I had Minatozaki Sana sitting on my lap.

Her knees were pressed firmly into the cushions on either side of my thighs, effectively pinning me in place. The physical reality of her was absolute sensory overload. I could feel the solid, grounding weight of her, the heat radiating through the thick fabric of her sweatpants, and the intoxicating scent of her floral perfume mixed with the lingering, electric adrenaline of her three-hour concert.

My hands hovered awkwardly in the air for a second before I nervously set them down on the couch cushions, terrified to touch her without permission.

What the fuck do I do now?

Sana looked down at me, her lips jutting out into that familiar, lethal pout. "I no like Nayeon make you red," she mumbled, her fingers playing lightly, almost nervously, with the collar of my shirt.

I blinked up at her, my brain struggling to process the visual. So, she was jealous back there. She really didn’t like how Nayeon was making me blush. And Dios mío, she looked so incredibly adorable hovering over me like that, swallowed up in my oversized t-shirt, acting territorial over a random fan from Spain.

"Were you jealous?" I asked, a tiny, disbelieving smile finally breaking through my paralyzing shock.

"Only me can do it," she declared stubbornly, her pout deepening as she narrowed her eyes at me.

"Only you?"

She nodded solemnly. Then, she uncurled her fingers from my collar and brought her hands up, resting her soft, warm palms against the sides of my neck. Her thumbs lightly brushed along my jawline, tracing the bone. A violent shiver ran straight down my spine at the delicate touch.

"뽀뽀?" (Bbo-bbo?) she asked softly in Korean, her voice dropping into a velvety, questioning hum.

I knew that word. Every K-pop fan alive knew that word.

"You want... a bbo-bbo?" I whispered, my voice trembling, needing to make absolutely sure my oxygen-deprived brain wasn't inventing things to torture me.

She nodded again, her gaze dropping pointedly to my lips. She leaned in, closing the distance slowly, until I could feel her warm, sweet breath ghosting across my mouth.

Is this real life? Am I really about to kiss Minatozaki Sana?

Any lingering hesitation evaporated, burned away by the sheer proximity of her. I couldn't hold back anymore. My hands, trembling slightly from the adrenaline, finally lifted from the couch cushions and came to rest on her waist. I gripped the soft, black cotton of the shirt, tilted my head up, and closed the final millimeter between us.

When our lips met, it wasn't just a spark; it was a full-blown fireworks display that short-circuited my entire nervous system.

Her lips were incredibly soft, tasting faintly of cherry lip gloss and the lingering sweetness of stage drinks. It started exactly as she asked—a gentle, innocent, hesitant peck. A true, fluffy bbo-bbo.

But the moment I pressed back, tilting my head to kiss her in earnest, a soft, helpless sigh escaped her throat, vibrating directly against my lips.

The kiss immediately deepened, and the innocent vibe of the moment completely shattered, giving way to a sudden, intense heat that made my head spin.

Sana's hands slid from my neck, her fingers tangling fiercely in the hair at the nape of my neck. She pulled me up, flush against her chest, erasing whatever tiny gap was left between us. I melted into the embrace, completely surrendering to the feeling of her mouth moving perfectly, desperately in sync with mine. It was sweet, breathtaking, and entirely overwhelming.

I don't know how long we kissed, lost in a haze of tasting each other, but soon, it wasn't enough. Sana shifted on my lap. She let out a frustrated, muffled little noise into my mouth, her knees digging deeper into the cushions as she rolled her hips down, pressing directly against mine.

The sudden friction sent a shockwave of pure electricity straight to my core.

The feeling of her grinding against me completely short-circuited whatever rational thought I had left. The heavy cotton of her sweatpants rubbing against my jeans was agonizingly good. My hands tightened on her waist, and without thinking, they slid lower, resting firmly on her hips. I guided her movements, pressing her down gently against me to give her the friction she was silently asking for.

A sharp, needy gasp left her lips, and she broke the kiss, throwing her head back to catch her breath, her chest heaving against mine.

Taking advantage of the new angle, I trailed my lips down her jawline, my mouth finding the soft, exposed, flushed skin of her neck. She smelled like sweat, vanilla, and pure adrenaline. I kissed and bit softly at the column of her throat, sucking gently on the pulse point, drawing out a shuddering breath from her, but I was incredibly careful not to leave a mark. The last thing I wanted was for her stylists to have a heart attack trying to cover up a hickey tomorrow morning.

Little, breathless whines left Sana’s lips, her head falling back to give me more access. She arched her back beautifully, leaning into my touch as her fingers tightened their grip in my hair, silently begging me not to stop. The vibrations of her soft moans against my lips were driving me insane.

Her hips rolled against me again, a slow, agonizing grind that made a low, guttural groan vibrate in my own chest.

She was enjoying this. Really enjoying this. And a dizzying, intoxicating surge of pride rushed through my veins. I was doing this. I was making Minatozaki Sana fall apart in an empty dressing room in Madrid.

Suddenly, her right hand grabbed the back of my head. Her fingers threaded tightly through my hair as she pulled me away from her neck and back up to her level. She crashed her lips onto mine again, deeper and far more demanding this time. She kissed me like she was starving, our teeth clashing briefly before her tongue swiped slickly against my lower lip, asking for entrance. I granted it instantly, opening up to her as a desperate, heavy groan vibrated in my own chest as our tongues met.

The kiss turned wet, messy, and fiercely passionate, our tongues tangling together as her hips picked up the pace, grinding down on me with a desperate, rhythmic friction that had me seeing stars. I squeezed her thighs, trying to hold on for dear life.

She was so incredibly warm, and she was entirely in control. She let go of my hair with one hand, reaching down to grab my hand and dragged it upward, sliding it over her ribs, before pressing my palm firmly against her breast right through the thick cotton of the yakuza cat shirt.

I groaned loudly into her mouth, my brain completely shorting out. My fingers curled instinctively, my thumb brushing over the swell of her chest. I could feel the intense heat radiating from her skin beneath the fabric, feel the frantic, rabbit-fast thud of her heart against my palm. From the way she was clutching my shoulders, the way she whimpered into the kiss, and the increasingly desperate, erratic rhythm of her hips grinding against me, it was clear she wanted more. She wanted to go further.

And God, I wanted it too. I wanted to stay in this room until the sun came up.

But sanity, cruel and unforgiving, came crashing back into my brain like a bucket of ice water.

We were in an unlocked backstage dressing room. In a public arena. Her manager, her bandmates, the security guards, and dozens of crew members were literally just down the hall. Anyone could open that door at any second.

Fighting every single primal instinct in my body, I forced myself to slow the rhythm of the kiss, pulling back just a fraction. I stopped my hand’s dangerous exploration on her chest, moving it back down to gently squeeze her waist, slowing the frantic grinding of her hips and grounding us both back in reality.

Sana chased my lips for a second, letting out a frustrated whine, before she too seemed to slowly, reluctantly float back down to earth.

We pulled away from each other, both breathing heavily, our chests heaving as we tried to suck oxygen back into our lungs. The sound of our ragged breathing echoed loudly in the small, quiet room. We rested our foreheads together, eyes closed, our noses brushing as we just rode out the intense, adrenaline-fueled high.

After a long moment, Sana opened her eyes, looking down at me through her lashes. They were dark, heavy-lidded, and incredibly beautiful. Her lipstick was completely ruined, and a slow, triumphant smirk spread across her swollen, kiss-bitten lips.

"You are red," she pointed out softly, her thumb reaching up to brush tenderly over my burning cheek.

I let out a breathless, disbelieving laugh, letting my head fall back against the back of the couch, staring up at the ceiling. "You are lethal, you know that?"

She just giggled, a bright, bubbly, innocent sound that completely contrasted the fiery, demanding woman who had just been grinding against my lap. It gave me absolute whiplash. How could she go from being an absolute menace to the cutest person on earth in a matter of three seconds?

Then, true to her word, her hands dropped from my face and grasped the hem of the black t-shirt.

My eyes went wide, and I instantly squeezed them shut, whipping my head to the side. My gentlemanly instincts kicking into overdrive. "Sana, wait—"

I heard her laugh, loud and clear. "You can look, Y/N." she chimed, highly amused by my panicked modesty.

I cracked one eye open cautiously. She had pulled the t-shirt over her head, but instead of bare skin, she was wearing a simple, tight black tank top underneath. She hadn't been naked under there at all. She smoothed down the fabric of her tank top, her brown eyes twinkling with absolute mischief. She neatly folded the oversized yakuza cat shirt and placed it onto my chest, a triumphant, incredibly smug smirk painting her face.

"Promise is promise," she said, her voice dripping with playful satisfaction.

I let out a long, defeated groan, dropping my head back against the couch again, clutching the folded shirt to my chest.

She has played me. She had played me so incredibly well.

Suddenly, three loud, sharp knocks hammered against heavy metal door, making us both jump.

"Sana-ya! We're leaving in five!" Jihyo's muffled, authoritative voice echoed from the hallway. "Hurry up!"

The beautiful, insulated bubble we had built around ourselves popped instantly. Reality came crashing back down, heavy, cold, and undeniable. The concert was over. The tour was moving on. They had to go back to their luxury hotel, board a flight to their next country, and return to their chaotic idol lives. And I had to walk out of this arena, get on a bus, and go back to my normal, quiet life in Spain.

Sana let out a frustrated little sigh, her shoulders dropping. She looked down at me, her lips pushing out into a genuine, disappointed pout.

She reluctantly climbed off my lap, the sudden loss of her weight and the rush of the air conditioning hitting the spots where our bodies had just been pressed together left me feeling instantly, achingly cold.

She took a second to smooth down her black tank top, running a hand through her slightly messy hair, effortlessly slipping back into her polished idol persona. But when she turned back to me, her eyes were still incredibly soft. She stepped closer, reaching out to gently fix my disheveled collar and run her fingers through my messy hair. It was a tender, intimate, lingering gesture that made my chest ache. She offered me her hands, her fingers wrapping securely around mine, and pulled me up from the couch.

"I have to go," she said softly, her voice carrying a genuine note of sadness.

Her eyes dropped to the pocket of my jeans where my phone was safely tucked away. She looked back up, her gaze earnest, vulnerable, and just a little bit pleading. It was crazy to think that a global superstar was standing in front of me, genuinely worried that I might disappear.

"You text me on Kakao?" she asked, her voice quiet, as if she was genuinely afraid I might just disappear into the crowd and never speak to her again.

"Of course," I said quickly, without a single second of hesitation. I clutched my neatly folded t-shirt like it was a priceless artifact. "Every day. If you want me to. I'll probably annoy you."

Sana’s face lit up. It was like watching a breathtaking sunrise; a radiant, brilliant smile that reached all the way to her eyes. "Yes," she demanded softly, her eyes curving into happy half-moons. "Every day. Annoy me."

She didn't let go of my hand. She walked me toward the heavy door, her fingers interlaced perfectly with mine, giving my hand one last, tight, lingering squeeze. She rested her hand on the doorknob, pausing for just a second.

Before she turned the handle and let the rest of the world back in, she leaned up on her tiptoes. She pressed a quick, lightning-fast kiss to my lips. A sweet, desperate little promise of everything we hadn't had time for.

"Bye, Y/N," she whispered against my mouth, her eyes shining brightly in the dim light.

"Bye, Sana," I managed to say, my heart soaring so high I felt like my feet weren't even touching the floor. "Safe travels."

She opened the door, the noise of the busy hallway instantly flooding the room. She flashed me one last beautiful, secretive smile over her shoulder before slipping out into the hallway to join her members down the corridor.

I stood there alone in the dressing room for a few seconds, clutching my favorite t-shirt, listening to the melodic sound of her fading laughter echoing down the hall as she reunited with the girls.

Taking a deep, steadying breath, I finally stepped out of the room, the door clicking shut behind me. The same Korean staff member from earlier was waiting nearby, giving me a polite nod before silently escorting me through the labyrinth of the backstage area and toward the exits.

I walked through the empty, concrete corridors of the WiZink Center. The contrast was staggering. Just hours ago, this place had been vibrating with the screams of fifteen thousand people, the bass shaking the floorboards. Now, it was just the hollow sounds of crew members dismantling the stage.

The staff member pushed open a heavy side door, and I stepped out into the cool, refreshing Madrid night. The sudden rush of fresh air cleared the haze from my brain.

I stopped on the sidewalk under the glow of a streetlamp, taking a moment to just breathe. The adrenaline was finally starting to fade, leaving behind a profound, buzzing sense of awe. I looked down at the folded black t-shirt in my hands. The angry orange yakuza cat stared fiercely back up at me. I lifted it slightly. It didn't smell like my laundry detergent anymore. It smelled distinctly of Sana; that sweet, intoxicating mix of floral perfume and vanilla.

Dahyun never thought about boys or girls. Never gave it importance to have a boyfriend, or girlfriend, she didn’t discriminate. If she likes someone, that’s it, she didn’t care about the gender. But again, she has never felt the necessity to be with someone, she preferred to concentrate in her studies. That is until she entered college. All her friends have already been at least in one relationship before college. And she still has never kissed anyone. Seeing her friends hook up with people or being happily in a relationship has awaked her… curiosity? She wanted to know what her friends mean when talking about their ‘adventures’ with someone. Those feelings they talk about. Now that she’s in college she wanted to at least to have her first kiss. But it was no easy. Not that she has problem looking for someone, she has a lot of boys and girls that have a crush on her. It’s not that. The problem is her, and her standards. No one has caught her eye, her first kiss is important and have to be with someone who she really likes, who she felt… connected to. She is in her second year and still has found no one. She has gone to a few dates but no kiss happened. She always complains about her dates not being good enough. Some of them being boring, others being too narcissistic, others only wanted to get in her pants. Her friends were getting tired by her complains by now. They started to bug her to just do it and get over with. It was just a kiss, no big deal.

Easy for them to say. The other thing problem that she has is that she gets shy when meeting someone she might like. She has liked a pair of persons, but she got so nervous that she started to act like a fool in front of them, stuttering like an idiot and always chickened out just before a possible kiss happened.

She wish she was more like her friend Chaeyoung, she was more outgoing than her and didn’t get nervous in front on girls. Or Sana, that girl was popular around campus and has been with a lot of people during her three years on college. She’s a natural flirt. You don’t know if she’s interested in you or she’s just being friendly. Dangerous woman.

“Girls, girls, girls!” Said Sana as she sat down at the table. It was lunch time so they were at the cafeteria campus. “You won’t believe what happened this morning” She said all excited.

“Did someone finally reject you?” Said Chaeyoung while munching on her sandwich.

“What?” Sana huffed feigning offended “As if.” She shook her head smiling again. "Remember the new transfer student? I have her number, and we're gonna see each other tonight," she finished with a smirk.

“Another victim has fallen…” Said Momo and the rest laughed at the comment.

“Yah! Stop calling them victims.” Said Sana with a pout as she hit her shoulder.

“Isn’t she the one who looks like a model?” Asked Dahyun remembering seeing a tall girl who looked like she was out of a magazine. She was stunning.

“Yeah…. That one. Her name is Tzuyu.” Answered Sana with a dreamy look.

“I don’t know how you do it. You always get the hotter girls” Said Chaeyoung.

"I guess I'm irresistible." Sana said with a shrug and a smug smile.

“Yeah sure…” Commented Momo and Sana side eyed her with a pout.

“Dahyun, you should learn from Sana. She’s not picky. She sees a pretty girl and go for it.” Said Chaeyoung. Sana nodded, agreeing, but then stopped with a confused look.

“Wait… what do you mean by that? I don’t hook up with every girl I find pretty” protested Sana.

“Don’t you?” Said Momo with a teasing smile.

“No! Did I hook up with any of you?” Asked Sana. The rest looked at each other and then at her with an amused look.

“Sana, honey, you didn’t hook up with us because we didn’t let you. But you did try it” Said Momo.

“Whatever…” Whispered Sana.

“As I was saying… Dahyun, you should just pick someone and go for it. It’s just a kiss for god’s sake! It’s no big deal. You’re in your second year. Just get it over with.” Continue Chaeyoung.

“I know, I know but…” started Dahyun.

“No buts. Stop with the excuses. You’re just gonna kiss them not marry them.” Interrupted Chaeyoung.

“The little one is right. Don’t over think it too much. When you get the opportunity, just do it.” Said Momo this time.

“I could help you find someone if you want” Offered Sana with a smile.

“No thanks. I can do that myself” Said Dahyun.

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The next morning started with the same routine as always. The first class was biology. Dahyun was sitting next to Chaeyoung who was doodling on her notebook, as always. She didn’t know how her friend passes this class.  As the class was approaching its end, the teacher announced a new project.

“Alright everyone. I have a new task for you so you don’t get bored this month.” He said and every student groaned. “The project will be realized in pairs, which I already took the liberty to select them.” They groaned again. Dahyun hoped she would be pair with Chaeyoung. She didn’t want to spend the whole month doing this stupid project with someone she wasn’t comfortable with. She’s sure she’s gonna end up doing it all by herself, and if that is the case, she preferred to be with Chaeyoung, she at least was a good company.

“Son Chaeyoung and…. Jeon Somi” The teacher continued to say the project pairs. She sighed. She was doomed.

“Kim Dahyun and…. Kim Y/n” Dahyun frowned. Kim Y/n? Who was…? Her thoughts were interrupted when someone tap her shoulder from behind. She turned around on her sit to look who it was.

“Hey. Looks like we’re partners. I’m Y/n” Said the person with a small smile. Dahyun looked at her classmate. She recognized her. Her? Him? She wasn’t so sure. Y/n has short hair and always wore masculine clothes, but her voice was a bit feminine to be a boy. She didn’t care about the gender, she just didn’t want say anything wrong to her new project partner. That would be uncomfortable.

“Hey… looks like it.” Said Dahyun a bit awkward. She has never been good at making friends. She never knew what to say. She was thankful for Chaeyoung and the day she met her. Chaeyoung practically adopted her. She was so talkative and so outgoing. She doesn’t have a problem meeting new people. All the friends Dahyun has is through Chaeyoung.

“So… How are we gonna do this? When do you want to start?” Asked Y/n. At first Dahyun was hesitant about this partner arrangement, thought that she was going to do all the work by herself while her partner did nothing. But Y/n seems different, she… he?... whatever, Y/n seems interested in this project. Looks like, for once, she’s gonna have some help.

“Umm I don’t know. Whenever you want, really.” Say Dahyun shyly.

“We can discuss it at lunch if you want.” Offered Y/n kindly.

“Oh… yeah… sure…” Say Dahyun a bit nervous. She’s used to have lunch with her friends. Changing her routine makes her a bit nervous. She barely knows Y/n.

Y/n, sensing Dahyun’s hesitation, says “You always sit with Chaeyoung, right? If it's ok with your friend, I could sit at your table.” Chaeyoung hearing her name, looked at them with a smile.

“Did someone summon me?” She said with a smirk looking between Dahyun and Y/n. Dahyun rolled her eyes while Y/n laughed at the comment.

“Yeah, that’s me. I was telling Dahyun that, if it’s ok with you, I could sit at your table at lunch and talk a bit about the project. See what days we’re free and all that, you know?” Explained Y/n.

“Yes, of course. You’re always welcome. Dahyun’s friends are my friends” Said Chaeyoung with a big smile.

“We’re not… friends. We’re just partners…” Corrected Dahyun, a bit flustered by her friend.

“Whatever. Same thing.” Dismissed Chaeyoung “Y/n, right?” Y/n nodded her head. “As I was saying, you’re welcome at our table. I’ll introduce you to our friends, you’re gonna like them.”

“Ok, thank you Chaeyoung.” Said Y/n with a kind smile. “Although, it’s ok if I bring my brother? I don’t want to leave him alone. He’s in his first year and doesn’t have friends yet” Asked Y/n hopefully.

“Yeah sure, bring him along.” Said Chaeyoung with a big smile. At that moment, the bell sounded, signaling the end of the first period.

“Well, she you at lunch then.” Said Y/n as she was gathering her things. All the while Dahyun was observing her every move with a curious look. She was still processing what just had happened. Chaeyoung practically did all the conversation for her “Bye Dahyun” Said Y/n with a kind smile as she started to walk out of the room.

“Bye Y/n, See you at lunch” Replied Chaeyoung instead. A bit too enthusiastic. Then looked at Dahyun with a smirk. “Seems nice, right?” She asked to her friend.

“What just happened?” Asked Dahyun instead.

“What? You just made plans with your new friend for lunch” Said Chaeyoung innocently.

“No. YOU made plans. And sh- he-…. Y/n is not my friend, is just my project partner.” Replied Dahyun.

“You’re also confused, right? I wonder what’s their gender….” Said Chaeyoung with a thoughtful look. “Anyway. Dahyun, you’re gonna be working with that person for a month. And they seem like a nice person. You might end up being friends. Accept it” continue Chaeyoung.

“Why you always do that?” Asked Dahyun with a pout.

“Do what?” Said Chaeyoung confused.

“You always choose my friends” whined Dahyun.

“I don’t!” Laughed Chaeyoung, “I make friends. They met you, they like you and you end up liking them too. And boom! Friends happens”

“Yeah, yeah… whatever” Said Dahyun.

“Come on. It’s not that bad. It’s just a month. And Y/n looks like they want to work on this project. You’re not gonna do all the work alone. Not like in the last project, that bitch didn’t do anything and got a good grade thanks to you.” Said Chaeyoung.

“That bitch was you” Said Dahyun looking at her friend in disbelief.

“And I'm so thankful for that grade, my dearly friend.” Replied Chaeyoung with a smile as she side hugged her. Dahyun just rolled her eyes at the dork she has as a friend.

▬

Lunch break came sooner than expected, and to say that Dahyun wasn't nervous was an understatement. She doesn’t know why, but seeing Y/n again makes her nervous. She wasn’t so good at maintaining a conversation with new people. That’s Chaeyoung’s job. She’s just thankful that she’s not gonna be alone with Y/n during lunch, that would be awkward.

“Hi girls” Greeted Momo as she approached the table where Chaeyoung and Dahyun were already eating their lunch. Next to her was Nayeon, her new love interest. They met one month ago, when Momo accidentally spilled her drink on Nayeon’s t-shirt and the girl found Momo’s clumsiness cute. Since then they become close and now, Nayeon was part of the group.

“How’s going your day?” Asked Nayeon before taking a sip of her drink.

“Boring. Math sucks. Who needs algorithms?” Said Chaeyoung.

“You, if you want to pass the class” Said Dahyun with a teasing smile. Chaeyoung just rolled her eyes.

“Oh wow…” Whispered Nayeon looking at someone entering the cafeteria.

“What? What’s wrong?” Asked Momo confused. Then she followed Nayeon’s eyes and when she saw it she smirked. “Here comes the snake with her prey.”

Dahyun and Chaeyoung turned around to see what Momo was talking about. And there, approaching their table, came Sana with a big smile, and next to her a beautiful, tall woman. She looked like a supermodel.

“She’s pretty” Commented Dahyun.

“That’s the new student you told me about?” asked Nayeon to Momo without taking her eyes off said girl.

“Yeah, that’s her. She doesn’t know where she’s getting into” Responded Momo, feeling a bit sorry for the girl. It’s not that Sana is a bad person, her friend is pure love. But she tends to hurt people without meaning to.

“Hi girls! This is Tzuyu, the new transfer student. Tzuyu, these are my friends. They’re nice, don’t worry.” Said Sana happily. Tzuyu greeted everyone with a shy smile.

“Hello Tzuyu, nice to meet you. If you ever need some help with anything don’t hesitate to ask, we’ll be glad to give you a hand.” Said Chaeyoung kindly. The rest of the girls nodded their heads agreeing with her.

“Thank you” Said Tzuyu shyly.

All the girls sat there eating their lunch while talking about their mornings. They laugh and tease at each other as always. Dahyun has almost forgotten about Y/n until she felt a presence at her side and a voice calling her name.

“Dahyun?” Said Y/n shyly being a bit intimidating by all the girls sitting at the table. They were all really beautiful.

“H-Hi Y/n. T-Take a sit.” Stuttered Dahyun swearing at herself for it. She offered a sit next to her and Y/n complied. With Y/n was a boy who was starstruck looking at Tzuyu. His face getting red each passing second. Tzuyu was starting to get a bit uncomfortable by the attention. Y/n noticed it and pulled the boy's arm to make him sit down.

“Don’t mind him. He gets like that with pretty girls.” Said Y/n embarrassed by the boy.

“Noona!” Whispered-shouted the boy, whining like a little kid and getting even more red. At hearing that, Dahyun and Chaeyoung looked at each other. Noona? That means… Y/n is a girl.

“He’s my brother, Minsu.” Continued Y/n ignoring Minsu’s complains.

The girls laughed at the scene and they introduced each other.

“So Y/n, how do you know Dahyun?” Asked Sana with a smile, looking suspiciously interested.

“Oh, we’re classmates. We got paired for a project today, that’s why I’m here, to discuss the details” Responded Y/n.

“You seem eager to do the project” Continue Sana, now putting her head on her hand. Her smile getting wider and her eyes looking intently at Y/n. Y/n suddenly got nervous. Was she flirting with her? Momo saw what Sana was doing and rolled her eyes. She always does that, she flirts without noticing. But she was actually just being friendly.

“O-Oh I just… I like biology, that’s all” Said Y/n shyly. Dahyun looked between Sana and Y/n. What was going on? Is Sana trying to flirt with Y/n? In front of Tzuyu? Wasn’t she interested in Tzuyu just minutes ago? Did Y/n get nervous because of Sana? And why was Dahyun getting upset by it? Dahyun didn’t even like Y/n. She’s been classmates with her for a while now and barely knew about her existence. She put those thoughts aside.

“That’s good. Dahyun, you’ll finally would get some help with the project.” Laughed Momo, and the rest of the girls followed. But Y/n looked at Dahyun confused.

“Eh? What does she mean?” Asked Y/n curiously.

“Uhmm… well, I usually have to do all the work alone.” Said Dahyun shyly.

“No way… really? Didn’t your partners help you?” Asked Y/n. Dahyun shook her head. “So they basically took advantage of you… that’s not nice. Don’t worry, Dahyun. I’m not like that. I’m gonna do my part of the project.” Said Y/n with a kind smile. Dahyun smiled back, feeling relieved to know that she won't be alone in this project.

▬

It’s been a week and Dahyun and Y/n had been seeing each other after class a total of 3 times. The project bringing them closer. At first their interaction was quiet, a bit awkward, with a nervous vibe around them. They only talked about the project and little else. Y/n tried to make conversation every time and Dahyun was grateful for that. She couldn’t do it, didn’t know what else to talk about. Being in silence with someone, without knowing what to say, makes her uncomfortable. But, as days pass, the both of them got more comfortable around each other. Dahyun was getting more relaxed in the presence of Y/n. They talked about more things a part of the project. They were getting to know each other a bit more. And Dahyun found Y/n quiet interesting. She liked to spend time with her as Y/n was a nice person, always willing to help with whatever Dahyun needed, and she was also funny, something that makes their time doing the project not so boring, she makes it a bit more bearable. Dahyun could consider Y/n her friend now.

“how's the hunting going?” Asked Chaeyoung out of the blue. The two of them were in the cafeteria waiting for the rest of their friends.

“Hunting? What are you talking about?” Said Dahyun with a confused look.

“You know. The hunting. To find someone to kiss?” Said Chaeyoung. “Did you find someone?”

“Oh my god… seriously? Hunting? And no. I didn’t found anyone.” To be honest, Dahyun had almost forgotten about the kiss thing.

“Dahyun… it’s not that hard. You already have a lot of people behind you, dying to be with you. You just have to choose someone and get over with” Said Chaeyoung.

“I know, I know. But... I don’t want some random person. It’s going to be my first kiss, this is important for me” Said Dahyun with a little pout.

“So you want to do it with someone who you already know?” Asked Chaeyoung thoughtfully…

“Yeah, I mean… at least with someone who I’m comfortable with” Said Dahyun.

“Dahyun, I love you and all, but I’m not gonna do it” Said Chaeyoung with a teasing smile.

“I wasn’t talking about you, idiot!” Responded Dahyun as she hit her friend on the arm.

“Ok, ok, that’s a relieve. I don’t want you to fall for me because of a kiss” Teased Chaeyoung making her friend laugh.

“In your dreams” responded Dahyun.

“Hey! What about Y/n? You know her, and with this project you’re getting close, right? And she seems like a nice girl, always willing to help. I’m sure she would help you with the kiss too” Said Chaeyoung a bit excited by the idea.

“Are you crazy? I’m not gonna ask Y/n to kiss me. I barely know her. And also… we don’t know if she likes girls” Said Dahyun, whispering the last part. Chaeyoung looked at her friend with a raised eyebrow.

“Are we talking about the same Y/n? Are you blind? Her looks screams lesbian from miles away.” Responded Chaeyoung, “She has short hair and her clothes are more masculine than half of the boys in this campus”

“Ok, you right on that… but... that doesn’t mean she likes girls” Said Dahyun trying to find more excuses.

“Dahyun… come on…” Said Chaeyoung. “Remember the other day when Sana told her how good she looked on that shirt? You saw how flustered Y/n got?” Said Chaeyoung.

“It was Sana. Everyone gets like that in her presence.” Said back Dahyun. Chaeyoung looked at her with an incredulous look. “Ok, ok. You got a point. She might like girls but… I can’t ask her. It would be awkward. I’m not that close to her…” Said Dahyun. Chaeyoung rolled her eyes.

“You know you are just making excuses, right?” Asked Chaeyoung.

“I’m not…” mumbled Dahyun. Before Chaeyoung could say something else, Y/n appeared at the table with a big smile.

“Hey girls! How you doing?” Asked Y/n.

“Y/n! You came just in time. We were talking about you” Said Chaeyoung with a small smirk.

“Chae!” Whispered-yelled Dahyun while sending a death glare at her friend.

“Eh? About what?” Asked Y/n curiously.

“Nothing!” Said Dahyun a bit flustered but Chaeyoung was determined to make her friend suffer from embarrassment.

“You see, our lovely Dahyun here, needs help with something but is shy to ask for help” Said Chaeyoung.

“Is that so? Dahyun, you know I’ll gladly help you if you ask me. I’m always ready to help if I can” Responded Y/n with a smile making Dahyun get shy.

“See? I told you she would help you” Said Chaeyoung.

“She just agreed out of kindness. She doesn’t even know what I need help with” Said Dahyun.

“You think I won’t be able to help you?” Asked Y/n a bit confused about the situation. What’s this thing Dahyun needs help with and why she thinks Y/n can’t help?

“It’s not that… it’s just… you…” Dahyun started but stopped herself. She was so embarrassed, and all thanks to Chaeyoung. She’s gonna kill her friend when they go back to their dorm.

“Come on Dahyun, don’t be like that. You need help. Y/n is willing to help. What’s there to think about?” Said Chaeyoung.

“Yeah, I would give you a hand any time, Dahyun. You know that. That’s what friends are for, right?” Offered Y/n kindly.

“Oh believe me. You would be an amazing friend if you helped her with that” Said Chaeyoung trying to control her laugh.

“Chaeyoung! Stop it!” Warned Dahyun getting a bit red by her friend’s comment. “Y/n forget it, really. It’s a silly thing. You don’t need to help me”

“Are you sure?” Asked Y/n.

“Yeah, I’m sure. It’s ok.” Said Dahyun. “Can we change the topic? Please?” She begged and Chaeyoung rolled her eyes at her friend. What an idiot, she thought. She had the opportunity for her first kiss right there and she chickened out. Thankfully for Dahyun, in that moment, the rest of the girls arrived at their table and all of them continue with their lunch.

▬

A week passed and thankfully Chaeyoung didn’t bug her with the kiss thing. It was a peaceful week for her. Today was Friday and she had planned to meet Y/N to work on the project. The library was packed, there were no free spot for them, so Dahyun offered to go to her dorm as she knew that Chaeyoung would be out with Momo and Nayeon for a few hours. There would be no one bothering them so they will be able to work peacefully.

Everything was going well, they had progressed a lot, but then something happened. Something that made Dahyun’s heart beat a little bit faster. She didn’t know why her body decided to react that way. It wasn’t anything out of the ordinary. Y/n just got closer to her to look at something on the laptop. Their shoulders touching lightly. She had been in this position with her friends a lot of times and never felt like this. But with Y/n that close to her right now, she started to feel nervous. What’s going on with me? She wondered. For fucks sake Dahyun, get it together. It’s just Y/n.

Y/n was concentrated on the screen, reading some document about their project. Totally oblivious to the effect she had on the girl next to her. Memories of her conversation with Chaeyoung came to Dahyun’s mind. You know her. You’re getting close. She’s a nice girl. Always willing to help. Dahyun didn’t want to admit it, but her friend was kind of right. Y/n and her had become closer since they started this project. They consider each other friends already, they hung out a lot after classes with the rest of the girls and had a lot of fun together. And it’s true that Y/n is a nice girl and would help Dahyun with anything if she asked. But asking your friend to give you your first kiss? That’s a lot, right? Y/n would think she’s weird or crazy and would avoid Dahyun for the rest of their lives. Or she would make fun of her for the fact that she has never kissed anyone yet.

But, despite that fear, she couldn’t deny that she has started to see Y/n differently. She found herself wondering what would feel like to be closer to her, to kiss her. She had been in dates before, but never felt the desire to kiss any of them. Right now, having Y/n that close to her, Dahyun found herself wanting to feel those plump lips against hers. It’s getting hot in here or is just me? Why is Y/n so close? Has she always smelled that good? Why I’m having all these thoughts? To say Dahyun was freaking out was an understatement, she was losing it.

She started fidgeting on her sit and Y/n had finally noticed it. She looked at Dahyun curiously, wondering what was going on with her. She looked nervous for some reason Y/n didn’t know. But being the nice and caring person that she is, she wanted to make sure Dahyun was ok.

“Are you ok?” Asked Y/n.

“Eh? Oh! Yeah, yeah I’m ok” Said Dahyun returning to the present.

“Do you want to take a break?” Asked Y/n.

“Y-yeah, sure. Let’s take a break. Yes” Said Dahyun stuttering a bit and standing up quickly to make space between them. “Do you want something to eat? I could bring some snacks” She said trying to sound casual.

“That would be nice, thank you” Said Y/n with a smile. She looked at Dahyun curiously. She was a bit confused with this sudden behavior.

“Ok, be right back” She turned around to exit the room but in her haste she didn't see the box on the floor and tripped, comically falling to the ground. She got up quickly saying “I’m ok!” and bolted out of the room.

Y/n just looked stunned at the scene and she couldn’t help but laugh at her friend. Dahyun was acting a bit strange today.

Five minutes later, Dahyun returned to the room with 2 cans of soda and a few snacks.

“Here. Eat whatever you want” Said Dahyun shyly, avoiding Y/n’s eyes while sitting on her bed.

“Thank you” Responded Y/n. She was still sitting by the desk looking at Dahyun with wondering eyes. Something was going on with her friend “Dahyun? Is everything ok? You seem distracted”

“I’m fine. Just… a bit tired I guess.” It wasn’t the true, but she wasn’t going to tell Y/n what was really going on with her.

“Try again.” Said Y/n not satisfy with the answer. She suspected that there was something else.

“Just… I have a lot on my mind. But I’m fine, really. I’ll try to concentrate on the project” Said Dahyun.

“You want to talk about it? Is something related to what Chaeyoung said the other day? You still need help?” Said Y/n trying to comfort her friend. She really wanted to help her with whatever she was struggling.

Dahyun got nervous at that. What was she supposed to say? Tell the truth or avoid the topic again? To be honest, a part of Dahyun wanted to tell Y/n what was going on but another part was scared. What would she think of her? Would she think she’s weird? A loser?

“I… don’t know… It’s something… silly I guess. Chaeyoung said that I’m making excuses to not do it and I guess she’s right. Maybe I should stop overthinking it too much and just do it” Said Dahyun vaguely, not telling the whole thing.

Y/n was confused. What was Dahyun talking about? What she have to do?

“”Uhmm… ok… and what is that silly thing you have to do?” Asked Y/n now intrigued.

“I… can’t tell you. It’s embarrassing.” Said Dahyun looking down.

“Hey, It’s just me. You can tell me anything. I won’t judge you, you know that.” Said Y/n.

“I don’t know Y/n… you would think I’m weird” Said Dahyun.

“More weird than me? I’m the official weirdo of campus because of my looks. Some get confused by my gender. I know you also got confused when we met, don’t try to deny it” Said Y/n with a laugh.

“I- I… sorry…” Said Dahyun.

“It’s ok, I don’t mind. It was actually funny to see your face trying to figure out my gender” Laughed Y/n.

“I didn’t want to mess up and upset you if I said something wrong. I don’t really care about your gender. Whatever you feel like, it’s ok with me.” Said Dahyun.

Y/n’s smile softened. She was grateful to have met Dahyun. She was so open minded, not like some people she had encountered since she started the university.

“Thanks Dahyun. That means a lot. Really.” Said Y/n. “But, back to you. Tell me. What’s really going on.” She asked.

Dahyun looked at Y/n’s eyes for a moment. Y/n was waiting patiently for her to open up. Dahyun took a deep breath and mustered the courage to speak

“Ok, I’ll tell you. But don’t make fun of me” She said with pleading eyes.

“I would never” Replied Y/n.

“Ok… so..” Dahyun started looking down, unable to look at Y/n’s eyes out of embarrassment. “The thing is… That I still didn’t have my first kiss. I never give it an importance back in high school. Too busy studying, you know?” She laughed a bit. “But now in university… and all my friends already dating or hooking up with different persons every weekend…” She said, referring to Sana with that last part, which make Y/n laugh a bit. “I don’t know… I started to get curious, and my friends tell me to just find some random person and get over with it. But it’s not easy, you know. It’s going to be my first kiss, I don’t want to do it with a stranger. And it’s silly really, it’s just a kiss. It shouldn’t be a big deal but-”

“Dahyun. Stop. You’re starting to ramble” Interrupted Y/n “It’s not silly if it’s something important to you. What others think shouldn’t matter to you. And don’t compare yourself with the rest. You’re in university and didn’t have your first kiss, so what? There’s not rush for it, really.” Reassured Y/n with a smile.

“Really? You don’t think I’m weird?” Asked Dahyun.

“Of course not. Don’t be silly.” Said Y/n. “Wait…Why Chaeyoung said I could help you with that?” She asked and Dahyun’s face got red as a tomato.

“Ah! Forget that! That was Chaeyoung messing around. She suggested me to ask you to kiss me.” Said Dahyun “But you don’t have to, really.” She added quickly.

“Why me?” Asked Y/n.

“Eh?” Said Dahyun.

“Why she suggested me and no other person?” Asked Y/n.

“Well… I told her that I wanted someone who I already know and feel comfortable with” Said Dahyun shyly.

“Oh. I mean… We do know each other… and you are comfortable with me, right?” Said Y/n.

“W-What?” Stuttered Dahyun.

“I’m just saying… that if you still want to do it, I’m ok with helping you” Said Y/n casually, shrugging her shoulders.

“What?” Repeated Dahyun in disbelief.

“Not like you have to do it. Like I said, it’s not something you should feel pressured to do it just because all your friends already did it. There’s no rush. But if you’re really curious…” Said Y/n. If she was being honest, she liked Dahyun since the first time she saw her on the campus’s hallways. To have this opportunity to kiss her excited her.

“Wait… Are you serious? You would… kiss me?” Asked Dahyun not believing what was happening right now. Was she dreaming?

“Only if you want to.” Said Y/n.

Dahyun thought about it. Should she accept the offer? She knew Y/n and knew that she wouldn’t judge her or make fun of her if she was bad at it. She was the perfect person to do it with. She trusted Y/n. And she kind of liked her, seeing how she has reacted earlier with Y/n’s closeness. So, she decided to stop making excuses and running away. This is an opportunity she can’t miss.

“Ok” Dahyun whispered shyly. “If you’re ok with it… let’s do it”

“Alright” Said Y/n, suddenly feeling a bit nervous. “You want to do it now?”

“Now? Uhmm… yeah, sure,” Dahyun squeaked, her voice about an octave higher than usual. Her heart was now attempting to escape her ribcage, possibly to take up drumming professionally. Now. The word echoed. This was it. The point of no return. Her first kiss. With Y/N. Who was currently looking at her with an expression that was an unnerving mix of gentle understanding and… something else Dahyun couldn’t quite decipher. Maybe anticipation?

Y/N, seeing the fresh wave of panic wash over Dahyun’s face, offered a small, reassuring smile. Internally, Y/N was also having a minor freak-out. Okay, Y/N, you offered. Don’t be weird. This is for Dahyun. And maybe, just maybe, a little bit for you too. Just be cool. “Hey,” Y/N said softly, her voice a soothing balm to Dahyun’s frayed nerves. “No pressure. We can just… not, if you’ve changed your mind. Or we can wait.”

Dahyun shook her head quickly, a little too quickly. “No! No, I… I want to. I think. Yes.” She took a shaky breath. “It’s just… I have no idea how to do it.” She looked down at her hands, which were now twisting the hem of her hoodie. What do I do with my hands? Do I close my eyes? Do I tilt my head? What if I bump her nose? What if I have bad breath? I didn’t eat any onions today, right?

Y/N stood up from the desk, the sudden movement making Dahyun jump slightly on the bed. Y/N took a couple of slow steps, closing the small distance between them and sat down on the edge of the bed, facing Dahyun.

Dahyun shuffled over, creating about an inch more space between them, which Y/N found endearing. She’s so nervous, it’s adorable. Y/N tried to channel all the calm she possessed.

"Hey," Y/N said softly, her voice a low murmur that seemed to vibrate through the charged air. "Relax. It's just a kiss. Not a final exam." Y/N reached out, very slowly, and gently took one of Dahyun’s restless hands. Y/N’s fingers were warm and steady, a stark contrast to Dahyun’s slightly trembling ones. "Just… breathe."

Dahyun tried to take a breath, but it hitched in her throat. She gave another tiny nod, her eyes wide.

“Okay, first rule of… this,” Y/N began, a hint of a playful smile on their lips, “is that there are no real rules. Especially not for a first time. Just… try to relax.”

“Relax,” Dahyun repeated, as if it were a foreign concept. “Right. Relaxing. I am the queen of relax.” She let out a nervous little laugh that sounded more like a hiccup.

Y/N chuckled. “Okay, Your Majesty. Do you want to close your eyes? Sometimes that helps.”

Dahyun nodded fervently. “Eyes. Good idea. Closing them. Now.” And she squeezed them shut, her eyelashes fluttering against her cheeks. The world went dark, but her other senses seemed to sharpen. She could hear the ridiculously loud thumping of her own heart, the soft rustle of Y/N’s clothes as they shifted even closer.

Y/N’s heart did a little flutter-kick. She’s so goddamn adorable. She took a slow breath, trying to steady her own suddenly racing pulse. Dahyun looked so vulnerable and sweet, her lips slightly parted in anticipation. Y/N could smell the faint, clean scent of Dahyun’s laundry detergent mixed with something uniquely Dahyun – maybe a hint of that strawberry lip balm she always used.

“Okay,” Y/N whispered, mostly to herself. She leaned in slowly, giving Dahyun every opportunity to bolt, to say no, to open her eyes and laugh it off. But Dahyun remained still, her breath hitched.

The first point of contact was Y/N’s nose brushing ever so slightly against Dahyun’s cheek. Dahyun flinched, a tiny, almost imperceptible movement, and Y/N paused. Oh crap, did I mess up already?

But then, Dahyun let out a shaky little exhale, and Y/N continued, angling their head just a fraction. And then, their lips met.

It was… soft. Softer than Dahyun could have ever imagined. Y/N’s lips were gentle, a warm, light pressure against hers. There was no immediate demand, no movie-style crashing together. Just a quiet meeting. For a second, Dahyun’s mind was just white noise, every anxious thought momentarily silenced by the new, overwhelming sensation. Oh. Dahyun thought. This is… not terrifying.

Y/N kept it feather-light, just letting her lips rest against Dahyun’s, tasting the faint sweetness of the soda they’d shared. She could feel the slight tremble in Dahyun's lips. Okay, let's take it easy.

Dahyun, completely frozen for a beat, suddenly remembered she was supposed to do something. Respond! You’re supposed to respond! But how? Tentatively, almost shyly, she pressed back, a tiny, hesitant movement. It was probably clumsy, she thought, but Y/N didn’t pull away. Her hands, which had been clenched in her lap, instinctively rose a little, hovering awkwardly in the air before she decided to just grip her own jeans tighter.

Y/N felt that shy pressure and an involuntary smile touched her own lips, still pressed against Dahyun’s. It was the sweetest, most endearing thing. Encouraged, Y/N deepened the kiss, just a fraction, tilting her head a little more, letting her lips mold more fully against Dahyun’s. It was still gentle, still chaste, but there was a definite sense of kissing now.

Dahyun let out a tiny, almost inaudible sigh against Y/N’s mouth, and Y/N’s stomach did a happy little flip. Y/N’s lips were so soft, and she moved with a confidence Dahyun envied. She tried to follow Y/N’s lead, her lips moving uncertainly against hers. It wasn’t like fireworks exploding, not like the dramatic scenes in K-dramas. It was… warm. And surprisingly nice. And Y/N smelled really, really good.

For Y/N, this was heaven. Kissing Dahyun, something she’d only dreamed about in fleeting, wishful moments, was actually happening. And Dahyun was kissing back, however shyly. Y/N wanted to sigh, to pull Dahyun closer, to tell her how much this meant, but she held back. This was for Dahyun. This was Dahyun’s first.

After what felt like both a fleeting second and an entire lifetime, Y/N slowly, reluctantly, began to pull back. The soft pressure lingered for a moment, and then it was gone.

Dahyun’s eyes fluttered open, blinking a few times as if reorienting herself to the world. Her cheeks were a delightful shade of pink, and her lips felt… tingly. She stared at Y/N, her expression a mixture of dazed surprise and something akin to wonder.

Y/N watched her, a soft, fond smile on her face. "So…" she began, her voice a little huskier than usual. She fought the urge to reach out and brush a stray strand of hair from Dahyun’s forehead. “That was… a kiss.”

Dahyun licked her lips, a dazed little smile starting to form on her own. "Oh," she breathed. She brought a hand up to touch her own lips, as if to confirm they were still attached to her face. "That was…" Her mind was still trying to process what just had happened. “That… that was it?”

Y/N chuckled softly, the sound warm and reassuring. “That was a version of it, yeah. First kisses aren’t usually like in the movies with fireworks and string orchestras.” Though, if Y/N was honest, there was a small, personal fireworks display going off in her chest.

“Was I… okay?” Dahyun asked, her voice small. “I didn’t, like, accidentally bite you or breathe too weirdly, did I? My nose felt like it was in the way.”

Y/N’s smile widened. “You were perfect, Dahyun. No biting, breathing was a normal human level, and your nose was impeccably behaved.” And you taste like strawberries and sunshine, Y/N added silently, feeling her own cheeks warm. “Seriously though, you were great. How did it feel for you?”

A slow, shy smile began to spread across Dahyun’s face. “It was… nice,” she admitted, looking down for a second before meeting Y/N’s gaze again, a new sparkle in her eyes. “Nicer than I thought it would be. Not scary at all, actually.” She paused. “Maybe… a little bit tingly?”

“Tingly is good,” Y/N confirmed, feeling a warmth spread through her at Dahyun’s genuine, happy reaction. “Tingly is a very good sign.” She hesitated for a moment, her gaze soft as she looked at Dahyun, who was still glowing a little. “So, um…” Y/N began, a hint of a hopeful tremor in her voice, “if you… if you need help with anything else… you know. Like, more… practice, or anything… you know I'm always willing to lend a hand. Or, uh, lips." Y/N mentally cringed. Smooth, Y/N, real smooth. Could you sound any more like a desperate puppy?

Dahyun’s blush deepened at the offer, but the smile stayed, growing a little wider. She fiddled with a loose thread on her bedspread, considering. The first kiss hadn't been the earth-shattering, movie-moment she’d half-dreaded, half-hoped for, but it had been… surprisingly lovely. And Y/N was right there, looking at her with those kind, patient eyes.

She bit her lower lip, her eyes flicking down to Y/N's mouth for a split second before meeting her gaze again, a playful glint now mixing with the shyness. “Well…” Dahyun began slowly, drawing out the word. “Maybe… it would be nice if I could practice a little more. Just to, you know, really get the hang of it.” She fiddled with the edge of her sleeve. “You could, maybe… teach me more versions of kisses? Are there… different kinds?”

She looked genuinely curious, but there was a teasing undertone that made Y/N’s heart do a little leap. Teach her more versions? Absolutely! I'll write a whole curriculum! Y/n managed to keep her grin from splitting her face. “Different kinds? Oh, there are definitely different kinds,” She said, her voice gaining a new layer of confidence, a playful spark in her own eyes. “Many, many kinds. And I would be more than happy to be your… dedicated tutor.”

It was a quiet Friday evening, the kind that felt comforting and familiar, when Nayeon and Y/N settled into their usual routine. They were in Y/N’s apartment, wrapped in a cozy blanket, ready to watch a movie. It had been their tradition for years—ever since high school—these Friday nights together were something neither of them could ever imagine changing. Nayeon, the extroverted, bubbly one, loved to talk and joke, while Y/N, the shy and introverted one, always felt at ease with Nayeon’s presence, even if she didn’t always know how to express herself.

Over the years, their friendship had become a stable constant in their lives. Despite their different personalities, their bond never wavered. Nayeon had always known how to make Y/N feel comfortable, dragging her out of her shell whenever she could, and Y/N, though quieter, was the calm presence that Nayeon always leaned on. They had been there for each other through thick and thin.

But lately, something had shifted, and Y/N noticed it.

It wasn’t something obvious at first, just small things. Nayeon had started acting a little more distant, a little colder. She didn’t laugh as much, didn’t joke as often. At first, Y/N thought maybe Nayeon was just stressed from work or tired. But over time, it had become clearer that something was wrong—something deeper.

Nayeon wasn’t the type to hide her feelings, not really. She was the loud one, the one who would joke and laugh about anything, who could make even the quietest person crack a smile. But now, she had been withdrawn, and Y/N couldn’t figure out why.

Tonight was supposed to be like any other movie night. They had picked a film that they both had been wanting to watch, but it was hard to focus with the tension lingering in the air. Every time Y/N glanced at Nayeon, she could see that something was off. Nayeon was quieter than usual, her eyes flickering to the screen but never really staying focused. Y/N didn’t know how to ask, didn’t know how to bring it up without making things worse, so she simply tried to push the feeling away.

Then, her phone buzzed. Y/N picked it up and smiled when she saw the name on the screen. It was Min, the girl Y/N had been seeing for the past few weeks.

“Hey, Min! What’s up?” Y/N greeted, the excitement in her voice making her smile wider.

Nayeon, sitting beside her on the couch, immediately stiffened. Y/N didn’t notice at first, her attention fully on the phone call. She continued talking to Min, telling her about the movie and how she couldn’t wait to see her the next day. It wasn’t anything out of the ordinary, just a casual conversation, but when she hung up, she felt a shift in the room.

Nayeon was staring at the screen with a clenched jaw. Her lips were pressed together, and Y/N couldn’t help but notice how different she seemed.

“Sorry about that,” Y/N said, putting the phone down and smiling at Nayeon. “She just wanted to check in.”

Nayeon rolled her eyes, her voice colder than usual. “Yeah. Great.”

Y/N furrowed her brow, a sense of unease creeping up her spine. “What’s wrong with you, Nayeon?” she asked, her voice calm but filled with confusion. “Are you okay? Is something wrong?”

Nayeon looked at her for a moment, her expression guarded, before she rolled her eyes again and snapped, “Nothing’s wrong.”

Y/N wasn’t convinced. Something was definitely wrong. “Are you sure?” she asked, leaning forward slightly, her concern growing. “You’ve been acting kind of weird lately.”

Nayeon’s eyes narrowed, a brief flash of irritation crossing her face. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she replied sharply, not meeting Y/N’s gaze.

Y/N felt her heart tighten, her confusion turning into frustration. “Hey, why are you mad at me?” she asked, her voice quieter now, hurt leaking into her words. “Did I do something wrong?”

Nayeon clenched her fists, staring straight ahead, unable to meet Y/N’s gaze. She was struggling. She didn’t want to tell her the truth. She didn’t want to admit what was happening inside her, because it felt too risky. Too dangerous. And she was terrified. Terrified that if she told Y/N the truth, she’d lose her.

But Y/N wouldn’t stop pushing. “Could you just stop asking questions so we can finish the movie?” Nayeon said, her voice trembling slightly as she tried to hide the pain she was feeling.

Y/N sat back, still staring at Nayeon with wide, confused eyes. “What...?” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “What’s going on, Nayeon? Why are you acting like this?”

For a moment, everything was silent, and Y/N could feel the tension so thick between them it almost hurt. She couldn’t stand the distance anymore. Something had to change. She couldn’t just sit there and pretend everything was fine.

The next few days were even worse. Nayeon kept pulling away. She didn’t answer Y/N’s messages or calls, and every time they tried to hang out, Nayeon would come up with an excuse not to meet. The confusion turned into frustration, and Y/N started to feel like she had done something wrong. She had never fought with Nayeon before. Their friendship had always been easy, effortless. But now, it was like they were two strangers.

It was another quiet afternoon when Y/N decided she couldn’t keep ignoring the distance between herself and Nayeon. She had tried texting and calling, but Nayeon had been avoiding her. The tension between them had grown unbearable. Y/N needed answers. She needed to understand why Nayeon, her best friend for years, had suddenly become so distant, so cold.

So, Y/N found herself standing outside Nayeon’s apartment, heart racing. She hesitated for a moment, nerves creeping up her spine. But she had to do this. She couldn’t keep pretending everything was fine when it clearly wasn’t.

When Momo opened the door, Y/N’s stomach twisted with anxiety. Momo gave her a small, sympathetic smile before stepping aside to let her in.

“Is Nayeon here?” Y/N asked, trying to keep her voice steady.

“She’ll be back soon,” Momo replied, her tone softer than usual. “You can wait inside.”

Y/N nodded, sitting down on the couch. Her mind kept racing. What was going on with Nayeon? Why had she been so distant, so angry? It didn’t make sense. It wasn’t like her at all.

“Hey… Momo,” Y/N started quietly, biting her lip nervously. “Do you know what’s been going on with Nayeon? She’s been acting... different lately.”

Momo hesitated for a moment, glancing away, clearly conflicted. “I... I’m not sure I should tell you, Y/N,” she said softly, almost apologetically. “It’s not really my place.”

Y/N frowned, frustration creeping up again. “But... I don’t know what’s going on. She’s been pulling away from me, and I don’t know why.”

Momo sighed, her eyes softening. “I can’t tell you everything,” she said, carefully choosing her words. “But I think Nayeon’s just... hurt. She doesn’t want to tell you, but I think she’s been feeling... well, jealous, maybe.”

Y/N’s heart skipped a beat. “Jealous? Of me?”

Momo gave a small, hesitant nod. “It’s complicated, Y/N. You should probably talk to her directly.”

Before Y/N could respond, Nayeon walked in. As soon as she saw Y/N sitting there, she froze in the doorway, eyes wide with surprise. Her face quickly shifted from surprise to a guarded look of uncertainty.

Y/N stood up, heart pounding, not sure what to say. She had to talk to Nayeon. She couldn’t just let this go on.

Nayeon lingered by the door, clearly conflicted. She didn’t know what Y/N wanted, didn’t know how to handle the situation. For a moment, neither of them moved. Then, Nayeon took a deep breath and stepped inside, closing the door behind her.

“I didn’t expect you to show up here,” Nayeon muttered, avoiding Y/N’s eyes.

Y/N clenched her fists, frustration bubbling up inside her. “Of course you didn’t,” she said, her voice laced with hurt. “You’ve been avoiding me for days, Nayeon. What is going on with you? Why are you acting like this? Why are you putting me away?”

Nayeon opened her mouth to respond but seemed to lose her words. She couldn’t bring herself to say it. She had been keeping it all inside for so long, and now it felt like it might explode. “I don’t know what you want me to say,” Nayeon finally managed to say, her voice barely above a whisper, trembling with emotion.

 “Just tell me what’s happening. You’ve been different, and I don’t know what I did wrong. Why are you doing this?” Y/N’s voice cracked slightly, the frustration clear in her words.

Nayeon’s eyes flickered to Y/N for a moment, but she quickly turned her gaze to the floor, her hands clenched at her sides. “I can’t... Y/N...” she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion.

Y/N took a step closer, her own emotions rising. She was hurt, confused, and now, more than ever, desperate to know what was going on in Nayeon’s head. “Why? Why can’t you just tell me? You used to tell me everything. You didn’t shut me out like this.”

Nayeon stayed silent, not looking up. The words were stuck in her throat, and she hated herself for feeling this way. She didn’t know what to do, how to fix it. Everything felt too overwhelming.

Y/N’s eyes narrowed with frustration. “Is it Min? You don’t like her, is that it?” Y/N’s voice was rising, the accusation slipping out before she could stop herself. “You’ve been acting like this since I met her, and now I get it. Why do you always reject her when she tries to be your friend? She’s nice! She’s been trying so hard to connect with you, but you keep pushing her away. Why?”

Nayeon’s lip quivered, her eyes welling with tears. “You don’t understand, Y/N...” she choked out, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Then explain it to me, Nayeon!” Y/N almost shouted, frustration boiling over. “I want to understand! I don’t get it.”

Nayeon’s breath hitched, and she suddenly couldn’t hold back anymore. She let out a cry, her emotions finally breaking free. “I like you, okay?!” she shouted, her voice raw with pain. “I like you... That’s why I can’t be near you two. That’s why I’ve been distancing myself... because it hurt to see you with her! It hurt to see you smiling at her, talking to her, when I couldn’t be the one to make you smile like that.”

The words hung in the air, heavy with the truth. Y/N’s breath caught in her throat, her mind reeling. She couldn’t process what Nayeon had just said. “Wait... what?” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “You... like me?”

Nayeon stood there, trembling, tears streaming down her face. “I’ve liked you for so long, Y/N. I never knew how to tell you. I thought maybe if I kept it all inside, it would go away... But it didn’t. And when I saw you with Min... I couldn’t take it anymore. I couldn’t watch you get close to someone else when I felt this way about you.”

Y/N’s mind was spinning. She had never seen Nayeon like this—so vulnerable, so open, so raw. The confession hung in the air like a bombshell, and Y/N was trying to piece it all together, trying to make sense of the words that felt so impossible to believe. Nayeon had been trying to hide her feelings, trying to protect herself, but in the process, she had pushed Y/N away. And Y/N hadn’t realized until now just how much that hurt.

“You’ve been acting like this because of me?” Y/N asked softly, taking a step closer to Nayeon.

Nayeon nodded, her voice shaky as she wiped at her tears. “I didn’t want to ruin everything we have. I thought... I thought if I told you, you’d leave me. I didn’t want to lose you. So, I shut myself off.”

Y/N’s heart hurt seeing Nayeon like this. She had no idea. She had never known Nayeon had been hiding something so big, something that hurt her so much. “I never knew,” Y/N whispered, feeling her chest tighten. “I never knew, Nayeon. I thought you were mad at me for something. I thought I did something wrong.”

“I was mad at myself,” Nayeon sobbed, her voice breaking. “I was so jealous, Y/N. I couldn’t stand it. I couldn’t stand seeing you with her. But I couldn’t tell you the truth. I didn’t want to lose you.”

Y/N stepped forward, slowly reaching for Nayeon’s hands. Her mind was still trying to process everything, but her heart ached for the pain Nayeon had been carrying.

“Nayeon,” Y/N said softly, her voice filled with sincerity. “You won’t lose me. You never would. I just... I had no idea.”

Nayeon looked up, tears in her eyes, her voice shaky but hopeful. “You don’t hate me?”

Y/N shook her head, stepping closer to Nayeon, until they were inches apart. “No. I could never hate you. I was just... I was just confused. I didn’t know why you were pushing me away.”

Nayeon looked at her for a long moment, and then, as if she couldn’t hold it in any longer, she leaned forward. Their lips met in a gentle kiss, soft and uncertain at first, but then deepening as they both let go of the walls they’d built around themselves.

When they pulled away, Y/N rested her forehead against Nayeon’s, both of them breathing heavily, the tension finally lifting from their shoulders.

It was a sunny day in Seoul, and I, a huge Twice fan from Spain, had been waiting for this moment for months. I had finally managed to get tickets to a fansign event, and I was beyond excited to meet my bias, Sana.

As I waited in line, I couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions - excitement, nervousness, and a hint of shyness. I was a tomboy, and I often got mistaken for a boy, which made me a bit self-conscious. But I had decided to just be myself and enjoy the experience.

As I entered the venue, I was immediately struck by Sana's beauty. She was even more stunning in person, with her bright smile and sparkling eyes. I felt my heart skip a beat as I approached the table where she was sitting. I tried to play it cool, but I could feel my face heating up as I handed her my album to sign and she looked up at me with a bright smile.

"Annyeong" she said smiling, her eyes crinkling at the corners, her voice sweet and melodious.

I stuttered out a greeting, trying to hide my accent. Sana's eyes sparkled with amusement as she took in my tomboyish appearance. I was wearing a baseball cap and a hoodie, and my hair was tied back in a ponytail. I felt a bit self-conscious, but Sana's warm smile put me at ease.

"Don't be shy, I won't bite," she teased, winking at me.

I felt my face grow even hotter as I handed her the presents I had brought - a handmade bracelet and a plushie. Sana's eyes lit up as she took them from me, examining them with delight. "Oh, thank you so much! I love the bracelet, it's so cute!" She put it on her wrist, admiring it. "And the plushie is adorable! What's your name, by the way?"

I told her my name, and Sana repeated it, her pronunciation perfect. I was impressed. As we chatted, I found myself getting more and more flustered. Sana was being so friendly and flirtatious, and I couldn't help but feel a little shy. She teased me good-naturedly, asking me if I was okay, if I was feeling nervous. I nodded, feeling my face heat up even more.

But despite my shyness, I tried to have a conversation with her. I asked her about her favorite foods, her hobbies, and her favorite songs to perform. Sana laughed and joked with me, making me feel more at ease. As our time together came to an end, Sana handed me a piece of paper with her phone number on it.

"Let's keep in touch, okay?" she said, smiling up at me.

I took the paper, feeling like I was on cloud nine. I couldn't believe that Sana, my idol, was giving me her phone number. As I left the venue, I felt like I was walking on air.

It wasn't until later, when Sana texted me, that I realized she thought I was a boy. I hesitated for a moment, wondering if I should correct her. But then I decided to just go with it, curious to see where things would go.

As we texted back and forth, Sana's messages became increasingly flirtatious. I found myself blushing at my phone, feeling a little overwhelmed. But at the same time, I was excited. No one had ever made me feel this way before.

We made plans to meet up at a coffee shop, and I spent hours getting ready. I took a shower, changed into some clean clothes, and tried to calm my nerves.

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As you sat down across from her, Sana's eyes sparkled with interest. She continued to flirt with you, making you feel like a total mess. But as the conversation flowed, you started to open up, sharing stories and laughter with her. You were surprised by how easy it was to talk to her, how much you had in common.

It wasn't until Sana asked you to walk you back to your hotel that you realized where things might be headed. As you walked side by side, the tension between you grew thicker, until you could almost feel it palpable in the air.

As you entered your hotel room, Sana turned to you, her eyes sparkling with desire. "I have to admit, I thought you were a boy at first," she said, her voice low and husky. "But I don't care. I like you, just the way you are."

As we sat on the bed, Sana turned to me and smiled. "I'm so glad we met," she whispered.

I felt my face heat up, and I looked away, trying to hide my blush. But Sana just laughed and took my hand, pulling me closer. We started kissing, and I felt like I was melting into her arms.

As things progressed, I started to feel a little nervous. I had never been with a girl before, and I wasn't sure if I was comfortable with my body. But Sana was gentle and kind, comforting me as I hesitated.

"Hey, I told… I don't care about your gender" she whispered, her voice soft and soothing. "I like you, just the way you are. You're beautiful, inside and out."

Her words put me at ease, and I felt myself relaxing into her touch. We made out for hours, our bodies entwined as we explored each other. Sana took my hands and put them on her chest, and I felt a jolt of electricity run through me. I had never touched a girl like that before, and it felt amazing.

As we kissed, Sana started to get more and more hot. She was moaning and squirming beneath me, and I felt a surge of confidence as I realized that I were making her feel this way, that I was provoking these noises from her.

As I went down on her, kissing her neck and shoulders, Sana's moans grew louder. I felt a thrill of excitement. I continued to caress her body, touching her hips and legs as I made my way down. When I reached her center, I hesitated for a moment, looking up at her for permission. "Is this okay?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

Sana's eyes met mine, her pupils dilated with desire. "Yeah... keep going, I need you so bad," she whispered, her voice husky with need.

I took a deep breath and continued, my fingers touching her center. I was amazed at how wet she was, and I felt a little proud of myself for making her feel that way. As I started to lick her clit, Sana's moans grew louder, and I felt myself getting more and more turned on.

I continued to suck her clit, my fingers moving against her center as I looked up at her. "Can I?" I asked as I position my fingers at her entrance, my voice barely above a whisper.

Sana just nodded, taking my hand and pushing my fingers inside of her. Her eyes closed in ecstasy. I started to move slowly, but Sana urged me on, telling me to go faster. I felt a little unsure, but Sana's moans told me I was doing just fine.

As I continued to move my fingers, Sana moaned louder and her body started to tense up. I knew that she was close, that she was about to come.

Sana's moans were loud and intense, her body shuddering with pleasure. I felt a surge of pride and satisfaction, knowing that I had made her feel this way.

As Sana came, I felt a rush of excitement. I had never made anyone feel that way before, and it was an incredible feeling.

She looked up at me, her eyes sparkling with gratitude. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice soft and husky.

I smiled, feeling a rush of happiness. "Anytime," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper.

Sana pulled me up, kissing me deeply, and I felt myself getting lost in her arms.

As we broke apart for air, Sana smiled at me, her eyes sparkling with desire. "My turn," she whispered, and I felt my heart skip a beat as she went down on me.

It was the first time anyone had ever done that to me, and it felt amazing. I couldn't believe that Sana, the Minatozaki Sana, was going down on me right now. I felt like I was in a dream, and I never wanted to wake up.

I felt a surge of pleasure as her tongue moved against my skin, her lips soft and gentle. I was in heaven, and I knew that I would never forget this moment.

As I came, Sana looked up at me, her eyes sparkling with satisfaction. "You're so beautiful," she whispered, her voice soft and husky.

I smiled, feeling a rush of happiness. "You're beautiful too," I replied.

As we finally came to a stop, exhausted and happy, Sana snuggled up beside me. "I'm so glad we met," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

I smiled, feeling my heart full of emotion. "Me too," I replied, taking her hand in mine.

We cuddled up together, watching the stars twinkling outside the window. As we drifted off to sleep, I knew that this was just the beginning of our story.

As we slept, Sana's phone buzzed with notifications, but she just ignored them, holding me close. She knew that she had found something special, something that she didn't want to let go of.

The next morning, we woke up early, feeling refreshed and happy. As we said our goodbyes, I felt a pang of sadness. I didn't want to leave her, didn't want to go back to my normal life without her by my side.

But Sana just smiled, taking my hand in hers. "We'll make this work," she said, her voice full of conviction. "We'll make time for each other, no matter what."

I nodded, feeling a sense of hope and excitement. I knew that it wouldn't be easy, that we would face challenges and obstacles along the way. But with Sana by my side, I felt like I could conquer anything.