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âââ LET ME SHOW YOU 90'S LOVE ê°àŠ à»ê± jimin is the top player of college hockey team, she's the beast on the ice ring, the best student in her class, but the main thing she can't cope with or correct is her shy and sometimes stupid character when it comes to you.
genre: romance, smut, college
word count: 9,6k
warnings (18+): romance, comedy, swearing, mentions of kissing, hockeyplayer!jimin x figureskater!reader, lots of kissing, jimin is really awkward around reader, her teammates teasing her about it, mentions of jaehyun, taeyong of nct127, chaewon, sakura of le sserafim, jimin breaks her arm, vanilla, first time, pet names (princess, darling, love), adult content, thigh riding (r. recieving), dom & sub dynamics, reader is really horny, oral (j. recieving), she whines a lot, hair pulling, nipple play (r. recieving), begging, reader calls jimin puppy/pup, not proofread.
You still remember the first time you met Jimin at the ice rink, the way everything felt fast and then suddenly still, like the world had to reset after she bumped into you with more force than she probably meant to use.
You had barely caught your balance, your skates scraping lightly against the ice as you steadied yourself, and when you turned to face her, you saw it immediately she looked completely mortified, cheeks already turning pink as she rushed to apologize over and over, her words stumbling into each other in a way that made it hard to be anything but soft toward her.
You didnât brush her off.
You listened.
You let her talk, let her explain herself, and somehow that turned into her nervously inviting you to get coffee.
You said yes, and that one decision shifted everything.
Since then, your lives have stayed loosely but consistently intertwined for almost two months now.
Jimin still always shy around you in a way that never really fades, even as time passes. You notice it in the way she hesitates before reaching for your hand, like sheâs always asking for permission even though youâve made it clear she doesnât need to, in the way her fingers brush yours first, then pull back just slightly before trying again, as if sheâs still learning how close sheâs allowed to be.
When you compliment her about her smile, her laugh, the way she talks when sheâs excited she goes quiet for a second, her eyes dropping, her ears turning red, and you can practically see her trying to figure out how to respond without giving away just how much your words affect her.
She doesnât rush into anything physical.
She never has.
Even something as simple as holding hands takes her time, and kisses feel like something she thinks about more than she acts on. You can tell she wants those moments, though, because she lingers close to you, standing just a little nearer than necessary, her shoulder sometimes brushing yours as if sheâs testing the space between you without fully crossing it. She watches you when she thinks you wonât notice, her gaze soft and focused, like youâre something sheâs still getting used to seeing up close, even after all this time.
You show up to Jiminâs hockey games the same way every time early enough to get a good spot, bundled up in whatever you grabbed on your way out, your attention already fixed on the ice and her team even before she steps out onto it.
You donât sit quietly, not really. You lean forward, you react, you call out her name when she skates past, and you make sure she hears you over everyone else in the stands, because you want her to know youâre there, fully there, paying attention to every move she makes.
You cheer louder than anyone else.
You donât hold back, not when she scores, not when she blocks a shot, not when she makes a play that turns the entire game around. Your voice carries, clear and strong, cutting through the noise of the whole crowd, and you feel the pride before anyone even reacts around you.
The locker room is loud as always, her teammates talking over each other while they move around and get ready. You donât really pay attention to any of it at first.
Your focus stays on Jimin.
She sits on the bench in full gear, already dressed up for the game, her posture a little stiff. You stand between her legs, close enough that she doesnât have to reach far to touch you, and you adjust her helmet carefully, tucking stray strands of her hair underneath it so it sits right. Your hands move with steady confidence, and you feel her go quiet under your touch, like she always does.
âStay still,â you murmur, though your tone stays soft, and she listens right away, her eyes flicking up to you for a moment before dropping again, cheeks already warming just from the attention.
From the side, you hear laughter.
Jaehyun leans back against a locker, watching the two of you with an amused grin, while Taeyong shakes his head slightly, clearly entertained by the scene in front of him. âYou really just come in here and take over, huh?â Jaehyun says, his tone teasing.
You glance over at him without stopping what youâre doing. âSomeone has to make sure she doesnât leave with her hair sticking out everywhere,â you say, your voice calm, a little dry.
Taeyong laughs. âYeah, sure. Thatâs the reason.â He gestures vaguely toward Jimin. âStill canât believe she pulled the whole figure skater from the college team.â
You straighten slightly, but you donât step away from Jimin. If anything, you settle in more comfortably, one hand still lightly steadying her helmet while the other smooths down a loose strand of hair. âYou talk like sheâs not standing right here,â you say, glancing at them with a small, knowing look. âAnd like she didnât earn everything she has.â
Jaehyun raises his hands in mock surrender. âRelax bae, weâre just saying. Itâs impressive.â
You nod once, accepting that, but you donât let it go without a point of your own. âYeah. It is. Sheâs talented, disciplined, and she leads this team for a reason, it's already making her attractive as fuck.â
Your tone stays even, but thereâs no hiding the pride in your words. You donât say it to impress anyone, obviously.
You say it because itâs true, and because Jimin deserves to hear it, even if itâs coming out in front of her teammates.
You feel her shift slightly on the bench. You donât even have to look to know whatâs happening. Her shoulders tense just a little, her head dipping, her attention suddenly focused on anything except the conversation around her. She gets like this when you talk about her openly. Like sheâs not used to being seen that clearly.
But you donât stop.
âAnd shit, she's mine,â you add, casually, like itâs the most obvious thing in the world, your hand briefly resting on her shoulder before you go back to adjusting her gear. âSo, you can be jealous fuckers all you want, but thatâs your problem.â
Taeyong laughs again, shaking his head. âYeah, yeah. We get it.â
Jimin doesnât say anything, but you feel it when her hand finally moves hesitant at first, then slowly, carefully resting on your side, like she needs to ground herself in you after hearing all of that. Her thumb brushes lightly against your shirt, and you notice the way her grip tightens just a little, like sheâs holding onto you without fully committing to the motion yet.
You glance down at her then, softening your expression. âYouâre good, baby,â you say quietly, just for her. âJust focus on your game.â
You finish adjusting her helmet and step back just enough to give her space, but you donât move away completely. You stay close, your hand still resting lightly on her shoulder like youâre not ready to break that contact yet.
The locker room stays loud, but the conversation shifts as Jimin finally speaks up.
Her voice comes out softer than you expect at first, a little unsure, but thereâs a quiet edge to it too, the kind that shows up when she decides to push past her shyness instead of letting it hold her back.
âYou two talk a lot,â she says, glancing at Jaehyun and Taeyong. She doesnât fully lift her head at first, but she straightens slightly, gaining a bit more confidence with each word. âMaybe I should be more⊠strict during training today.â
Thereâs a beat of silence.
Then Jaehyun blinks, clearly caught off guard. âStrict how?â he asks, already smiling like he knows he shouldnât test her, but will anyway.
Jimin finally looks up, and you catch the shift in her expression the nervousness is still there, but sheâs pushing through it. Her voice stays quiet, but it carries more than before. âYouâll find out,â she says simply.
Taeyong lets out a low laugh. âOh, so now weâre scared,â he says, but he doesnât sound scared at all. He sounds entertained. âCaptain is threatening us.â
Jimin presses her lips together, trying not to smile, but she fails a little. You notice it immediately. That tiny crack in her seriousness, the way her composure slips just enough to show sheâs still the same person who blushes when you hold her hand.
You lean in just slightly, lowering your voice so only she can hear you. âYouâre doing good,â you say.
She glances at you, and this time, she doesnât look away as quickly. Her expression softens, and for a second, itâs just the two of you again, even in a room full of people.
Behind you, Jaehyun leans toward Taeyong and mutters something under his breath about how âthey really canât get a break,â but thereâs no real complaint in it. Just amusement.
You turn your attention back to them, crossing your arms lightly. âYou should be more worried about the game,â you say, a small smirk tugging at your lips. âBecause if she decides to play like that out there, youâre not catching up.â
You sit between Chaewon and Sakura, both of them bundled up in warm clothes, their eyes already fixed on the practice below. Theyâve seen you and Jimin together enough times now that they donât ask awkward questions like they did before, because they did a lot of work to help you and Jimin finally confess to each other, so they apparently knew all the details of your relationship.
Chaewon leans closer first, her gaze still on the ice. âSo,â she starts, casual but curious, âhowâs it going with her? Still soft and shy?â
You glance down at Jimin, watching her call out something to her teammates, her voice clearer now, more confident. Then you look back at Chaewon. âYeah,â you say simply. âSheâs still her. Just a little more comfortable now.â
Sakura hums softly, smiling a little as she watches Jimin adjust her stance before a drill. âShe looks different on the ice,â she says. âMore⊠sure of herself.â
âShe is,â you agree. âThatâs why sheâs captain.â
Chaewon nudges your arm lightly. âAnd off the ice?â she asks. âIs she still all shy around you?â
You donât even hesitate. âYeah,â you say, a small smile forming. âShe still gets flustered over the smallest things. Compliments. Holding hands. Stuff like that.â
Sakura tilts her head slightly, clearly interested. âAnd you donât mind?â
You shake your head. âNo. Itâs just how she is.â You pause, then add, âBut she tries. Thatâs what matters.â
Down on the ice, Jimin skates through a drill, her movements smooth but focused, her teammates following her lead. She calls something out, her voice carrying across the rink, and you watch how the others respond without hesitation. She doesnât doubt herself here. Not like she sometimes does with you.
Chaewon glances between you and the ice. âYou know,â she says, âitâs kind of crazy. Sheâs like that on the rink, but around you she turns into someone else.â
You rest your elbows on your knees, leaning forward slightly as you keep watching her. âShe doesnât have to perform around me,â you say. âShe'd be nightmare on the ring but I swear to god she's a completely different person around me.â
Sakura made a face at that. âEw, stop that, it sounds like shitty cheesy drama.â
âOh, shut the fuck up,â Chaewon laughed. âI don't even mind listening that soapy shit, I swear to god we spent century to get them together.â
âI generally thought that she didn't like girls.â Sakura said, at whose words you and Chaewon immediately turned around, looking at her with furrowed brows. âWhat? Oh, for fucks sake, God forbid a girl making a guess.â
You rolled your eyes, âyou did not called my girlfriend straight right infront of me.â
Chaewon snorted, âoof, I guess she did,â she said, turning her attention back to the ring, âthat bitch can't keep her passive-aggressive comments to herself.â
A whistle sounds from below. The drill shifts. Jimin moves again, faster this time, sharper, her focus locked in. But even from this distance, you catch her quick glance upward, searching the stands without breaking her stride.
And when she finds you, just for a second, her expression softens.
Chaewon notices it too. âFeels like you're eyefucking her,â she says.
You giggled. âCan't blame me for eyefucking my girl a little when she litteraly looks so hot playing.â
âYou eyefucking her when she has problems with taking your hand in hers without blushing,â Sakura teases once again.
You lean back slightly, your voice calm. âOh, shut up, she just need a little help with releasing her inner freak out.â
Chaewon shifts in her seat, eyes still on the ring for a moment before she glances sideways at you, her voice casual, âSo⊠I can come to conclusion that you and Jimin are still at the âhoneymoon phaseâ, or have you moved past just hugs and kisses yet?â
You donât even have to look at her to know sheâs grinning a little, because you can hear it in her damn tone, and Sakura, sitting on your other side, lets out a quiet laugh, leaning back slightly as she adds, âKnowing Jimin, she would die just to thinking about having sex.â
Chaewon snorts softly. âYeah, I feel like sheâd just disappear if things went even a little further than that,â she says, half-joking.
You let out a small laugh, shaking your head a little as you keep your eyes on the ice where Jimin is still moving through drills. âShe just takes her time,â you say. âNot like ya'll over-horny bitches who would be up to jump on the first random girl that would come across.â
You glance down at the ice again, watching as Jimin calls out to her teammates. âSheâs not as shy as you think,â you say, calm and steady. âShe just⊠um, feels things more than most people.â
Sakura smiles softly at that. âYeah yeah, among us, Jimin has the most pure soul,â she says, âhow cute, of course.â
You just keep watching her, the way she moves and the way she looks just a little more confident every time she glances toward the stands and finds you there. And it looks too fucking hot.
And fuck, Jimin tries to stay focused. She really does. You literally can see it in the way she pushes herself through each drill once again. She leads the whole ass team the way a captain should.
But then it happens again. And again.
She glances up.
Itâs just quick glance at first. Her eyes move toward the stands, searching without even thinking, and the moment she finds you, something in her expression softens. But just for a second. Then she looks away and forces herself back into the drill.
Jaehyun notices.
Oh fuck. Of course he does.
He skates past her with a grin he doesnât even try to hide. âJimin,â he calls out, dragging the word just enough to get her attention, âare you planning to check out your girlfriend every other second or run practice today?â
Jimin stiffens slightly, her focus slowly coming back. âI am running practice, Jaehyun,â she says, trying to keep her tone firm. âLook after yourself, not after me, I'm not a fucking child who needs someone to constantly remind me what I do wrong.â
Taeyong joins in from the other side, circling back into his position. âYeah? Because from here it looks like youâre checking in with her every thirty seconds.â
Jimin exhales sharply, shaking her head. âIâm notââ she starts, but she cuts herself off.
You watch all of this from the stands, arms loosely crossed, a small smile forming despite yourself. Chaewon nudges you lightly.
âTheyâre not going to let her live that down,â she says. âGosh, I love the way they always tease her about you just to let you see her reaction.â
âGosh, my poor Jiminâ you reply, your eyes still on Jimin. âThese assholes won't let you rest even on ring.â
Down on the ice, Jimin tries to reset the pace. She claps her hands once, sharp and clear. âFocus, Jimin,â she mumbles under her breath. âWeâre running that again.â
She pushes through it. Of course, she always does.
She's a captain of a whole hockey team.
But still, a few minutes later, in the middle of another drill, she does it again.
Another glance. Another small quick check.
This time, Jaehyun doesnât even bother hiding his reaction. âThere it is,â he mutters to Taeyong, loud enough for her to hear.
Jimin stops skating for a second, turning toward them. âYou two talking more than playingâ she says, her voice dead serious, but still, there's a faint flush on her cheeks again. âJaehyun, two more laps.â
Jaehyun raises his hands slightly. âHey hey, captain, weâre just saying! Itâs kind of obvious.â
She presses her lips together, then exhales, forcing herself to stay composed. âThen stop watching me and pay attention to the drill.â
âHard to do,â he replies, already skating back into position, âwhen our captain is distracted by someone.â
Jimin doesnât waste time once the drill resets. She taps her stick against the ice and points Taeyong into position. âAgain. Do it faster this time.â
Taeyong nods, but still, he doesnât move right away. He glances toward the curve of the rink where Jaehyun pushes through another lap, feeling the way he was clearly annoyed, and smirks.
âYouâre really not letting him off, huh?â Taeyong laughs.
Jimin shakes her head. âFuck no. He knew what he was doing.â
Right then, Jaehyun skates past them again. âOh, my fucking God, I said one thing!â he insists, louder this time. âYou act like I ruined the whole practice!â
Jimin turns her head just enough to smirk at him. âYou kept talking,â she says. âYou can keep skating.â
Jaehyun throws his head back for a second, clearly outraged. âThis is unfair, Karina,â he calls out as he passes again. âYouâre targeting me.â
Taeyong snorts under his breath. âGosh, you yap the most. What did you expect?â
âI expect a warning,â Jaehyun shoots back without slowing down. âNot miserable punishment like this.â
Jimin crosses her arms briefly, watching him complete the turn. âYou got your warning,â she says. âYou ignored it.â
That shuts him up for a second.
Taeyong shifts his weight, then looks back at Jimin. âYouâre strict today,â he says, but thereâs less teasing in it now.
Jimin shrugs, simple. âWe just need to focus.â
Then, after a short pause, she adds, quieter but clear, âShe always shows up. I don't want to embarrass myself in front of her.â
Taeyong studies her for a second, then nods once. âYeah. I get that.â
Jimin adjusts her grip on the stick, posture straightening again as she turns back to the team.
âStopâ she calls out. âWe run it again.â
Jaehyun finally finishes his lap and slows just enough to rejoin them, still breathing hard, still clearly annoyed.
Jimin doesnât react to that. She just meets his eyes for a second.
âJust keep up,â she says.
You keep your eyes on the ice. Jimin skates off toward the coach, helmet still slightly tilted the way you fixed it earlier. She listens to him closely, nodding once.
You notice the shift before it happens.
Jaehyun finishes his laps, but he doesnât slow down like he should. He circles wider instead, faster, building speed again. Taeyong laughs at something he says. It feels off.
You lean forward slightly.
âWhy is he still going?â you mutter.
Down below, Jaehyun pushes harder, blades cutting much harder, speed picking up with each stride. He glances at Taeyong, grinning, clearly trying to show off now that his punishment is technically over.
He changes direction.
Quick.
Too quick.
The moment his edge doesnât catch the way he expects.
He doesnât slow down.
Jimin steps away from the coach at the same time, turning back toward the rink, not looking in his direction yet.
Jaehyun tries to stop. You literally can see it.
His posture breaks, skates scraping hard against the ice, but still the speed doesnât drop fast enough.
Then he hits her.
Full force.
The sound cuts through everything.
Crunch!
Jimin doesnât have time to brace. The impact knocks into her side, her arm caught between them at a bad angle as they collide. The force carries both of them a short distance before they go down, skidding across the ice.
You freeze for a split second.
Then youâre already on your feet.
âJimin!â
Your voice comes out louder than you expect, Taeyong stops laughing immediately, pushing toward them. The coach moves fast too.
Jaehyun pulls back first, panic replacing whatever confidence he had a second ago. âI didnâtâ I couldnât stop!â he says.
Youâre already running before you could process it.
Chaewon and Sakura follow right behind you, but you donât wait for them.
Jimin pushes herself up first. Slowly. Carefully. She keeps her injured arm close to her body. Taeyong gets to her side immediately, one hand steadying her shoulder.
âEasy, Karina,â he says, voice lower now. âDonât rush it.â
Jaehyun stands a step away, frozen for a second, then moves in too, clearly shaken. âIâm sorry,â he says quickly, over and over. âI didnât mean toâ I couldnât stop, Iââ
Jimin cuts him off with a quiet, sharp breath. âGosh, stop talking, for fucks sake.â
Jaehyun shuts up immediately.
She winces as she shifts her weight, her jaw tightening. Taeyong adjusts his grip, helping her balance without pulling too much.
âCan you move it?â Taeyong asks, careful.
Jimin hesitates, then tries to move her arm slightly.
She stops halfway.
âYeah,â she says through her teeth, âdonât do that.â
Jaehyun runs a hand through his hair, clearly stressed. âI didnât see youâ I thought you were still by the coachââ
âI was,â Jimin replies shortly. She looks at him then, finally, her expression tight. âYou're just blind fucker.â
Jaehyun flinches a little. âShit, I know.â
Taeyong glances between them, then speaks up. âWe need to get her off the ice.â
Jimin nods once, small but firm. âYeah.â
She lets Taeyong support her on one side, Jaehyun on the other, even though Jaehyun looks like he wants to apologize again but knows that is better for him to stay silent than provoking Jimin once again.
Jaehyun mutters under his breath as they move. âIâm really sorry, Jimin.â
She doesnât answer right away.
Then, without looking at him, she says, âWeâll talk about it later.â
Jimin sits down on the bench with help. Taeyong stays right next to her, one hand still hovering near her shoulder in case she needs support. Jaehyun backs away, already pulling out his phone with shaking hands.
âYeah, we need medical assistance on the iceâright now,â he says, voice tight. He gives the location, then hangs up.
You run straight to her.
âJimin!â your voice breaks as you reach her, and the panic hits you hard the closer you get. Your hands go to her, but you hesitate for half a second, not sure where to touch without hurting her. âBaby, are you okay? Where does it hurt? Can you move it? Tell meâpleaseââ
Taeyong glances at you, then gently tries to step in. âHeyâhey, slow down, girl. Sheâs fine. Sheâs okay. Just breathe, duh.â
Jimin looks up at you, and her expression shifts the second she sees your face.
Your eyes are already wet.
âHey, darling,â she says softly, her voice lower than before, gentler now. She shifts slightly, then immediately stops when broken hand hurts, her jaw tightening for a second before she forces it to relax again. âHey, look at me.â
You try.
You really try.
But your voice shakes. âYouâre hurt. I saw it. You hit so hard andâwhat if itâs worseââ
âIâm okay,â she says quickly, cutting you off. âI swear. Itâs not that bad.â
You shake your head, tears slipping now. âDonât lie to me!â
Jiminâs eyes soften immediately.
She hates seeing you like this.
Taeyong watches the two of you for a second, then shifts closer to you, lowering his voice. âSheâs trying to calm you down,â he says gently. âJust breathe for a second.â
You take a shaky breath, but your eyes stay locked on Jimin.
She reaches out with her other hand, slow and careful touches your wrist. âDarling,â she repeats, quieter this time. âIâm right here.â
Jimin exhales softly, then forces a small, strained smile, trying to ease the tension. âYouâre shaking more than I am.â
âThatâs because Iâm scared,â you say, your voice breaking again.
Her expression changes at that.
It softens completely.
âDonât be,â she says. âIâm not leaving. Iâm not going anywhere.â
You donât answer right away.
She watches you closely, then adds, quieter, âLook at me. Iâm still here. Itâs okay.â
Medics arrive fast. Jimin answers when she needs to, but she stays quiet most of the time.
You stay right there until one of the medics asked you to step back.
They help her off the rink and guide her toward the medical room. Jimin gives you one last look before she disappears.
Then the doors close.
You stand there for a second, frozen.
Taeyong notices first. He steps closer, then gently guides you toward the benches outside the rink. âSit down,â he says.
You sit.
Jaehyun stands a few steps away. He runs a hand over his face, then looks at you.
âIâm sorry,â he says again, but this time, he turns fully toward you. âI messed up. I didnât mean to hit her. I didnât mean toââ
You donât answer right away.
Chaewon leans back in her seat, glancing at Sakura. Then she tilts her head slightly. âYou really need to work on your fucking âshow-offâ phase,â she says, half joking.
Sakura nods, completely serious but clearly holding back a smile. âYeah. Itâs dangerous for everyone around you.â
Jaehyun exhales, frustrated but also aware theyâre not wrong. âI get it, okay? I get it. I won't be doing shit like that anymore.â
Chaewon shrugs. âDo you, though?â
Sakura lets out a small laugh. âHeâll think twice next time, after all, Jimin still has other hand especially for his tricks.â
Jaehyun ignores them and steps closer to you again, lowering his voice. âHey, listen. I'm really sorry. I know youâre worried about her. I saw your face. I didnât mean for any of this to happen.â
You finally look at him.
Your eyes are still red.
âI know,â you say, quiet. âBut that doesnât fix anything.â
He nods immediately. âYeah. I know.â
He pauses, then adds, more carefully this time, âIf thereâs anything I can doâanything, please you tell me.â
Taeyong sits down beside you, watching the hallway where Jimin disappeared. âRight now,â he says, calm and steady, âwe wait. Thatâs all we can do.â
You nod slowly, even if your hands still tremble a little.
Chaewon leans forward slightly, softer now. âSheâll be okay,â she says. âJimin doesnât give up easily, you know.â
The door opens after almost an hour.
Jimin steps out first, her arm supported, a clean white plaster now wrapped around it. She looks tired, a little pale.
âJiminââ
You reach her and pull her into a careful hug, arms wrapping around her without pressing against her injured arm.
She lets you.
âHow do you feel?â you ask quickly, your voice still carrying that same worry. âDoes it hurt a lot? Are you okay? Tell meâbe honest.â
She exhales softly, one hand lifting slightly before settling against your back, careful and slow. âHey,â she says, quiet but warm. âIâm okay.â
You pull back just enough to look at her face. âYou swear?â
She gives you a small, tired smile. âI swear with Jaehyun's leg.â
Behind you, you soft laughter.
Taeyong shakes his head, crossing his arms as he leans against the wall. âTold ya,â he says, a hint of a smile on his face. âSheâd be fine.â
Chaewon lets out a short laugh. âWe all knew that.â
Sakura nods. âYeah. No way she stays down.â
Jaehyun stands a little further back, watching Jimin, then glancing at you. He exhales, relieved but still a bit tense. âYeah,â he mutters. âI was worried.â
Jimin tilts her head slightly toward the group, then looks back at you. âSee?â she says, soft but a little playful despite everything. âTheyâre not as worried as you.â
You shake your head, still holding onto her, your voice quieter now. âThat doesnât mean Iâm not allowed to be, I'm your girlfriend.â
Her expression softens at.
She nods once. âNo. You can be.â
A few hours pass before you finally make it home.
The ride stays quiet. Jimin keeps her injured arm close, resting it as best she can, while you stay close to her. You donât push her to talk.
When you reach her place, she unlocks the door and steps inside first.
You follow right after.
Posters cover the walls, her favorite hockey teams, players she clearly looks up to. Her hockey stick hangs neatly on one side. Everything feels organized, personal, and very much her.
But her energy shifts.
She closes the door behind you, then pauses for a second. Then she exhales and walks straight to her bed.
She sits down slowly.
You follow her in, stopping a few steps away.
Jimin leans back on her other hand for a second, then lets out a quiet sigh. Her shoulders drop just a little.
âIâm worried,â she says after a moment, staring down at her plastered hand. âAbout the season.â
She continues, her voice a little tighter now. âIf this takes too long, I might not be ready when the college league starts.â
You can hear it in her voice. This isnât just about an injury.
âI donât want to sit out,â she adds, quieter. âI donât want to let them down.â
You move closer without rushing and you donât want to overwhelm her any more than the day already has.
You sit down beside her on the bed, close enough that your shoulder almost touches hers. You keep your movements slow and deliberate, giving her time to adjust.
Jimin doesnât pull away.
You rest your hands in your lap for a second, then you gently reach out, careful not to touch her injured arm, and let your fingers settle lightly against her knee.
âHey,â you say softly, your voice calm. âPup, listen to me.â
She lifts her gaze to you, still tense, still worried, but she stays.
You continue, choosing your words carefully. âYour team wonât leave you behind,â you said. âThey wonât replace you. They wonât move on without you.â
You pause for a second, âtheyâll wait.â
Her brow tightens slightly, like she wants to argue.
But you donât let her spiral.
âYou lead them,â you say, steady and sure. âThat doesnât disappear just because you need time to heal. If anything, it matters more now. A good team waits for its captain. And your team? They follow you for a reason.â
Jimin exhales slowly, her shoulders lowering just a little as she listens, but the worry doesnât fully leave her face.
âAnd you,â you add, âyou donât have to prove anything by rushing back. You already proved enough. Youâre allowed to take time to recover.â
Jimin keeps her eyes on her injured hand for a moment longer, her fingers curling slightly. Then she exhales, slow and quiet, and finally looks up at you again.
Her voice comes out smaller than before. âDo you think I look pathetic like this?â
You donât answer right away.
You just look at her, at the tension still sitting in her shoulders, at the way she tries to hold herself together even now.
Then you shake your head.
âNo, pup, don't say things like that,â you say, simple and firm. âI donât.â
Jimin watches you, searching your face like sheâs trying to decide if youâre just saying that to make her feel better.
You shift a little closer, keeping your tone calm, grounded. âYou got hurt. Thatâs it. That doesnât make you pathetic. It makes you human.â
Her jaw tightens slightly.
You keep going. âYou lead a team. You push yourself. You show up. One accident doesnât erase all the shit you did for them, all the matches you won for them.â
She looks away for a second, her thumb brushing against the edge of the plaster, then she speaks again, much quieter than before. âBut I couldnât stop it. I didnât even see it coming.â
You nod once.
âYeah,â you say. âAnd thatâs why itâs called an accident.â
You pause, letting the words settle.
Then you add, softer now, âYou donât control everything. No one does. But you handled what happened after. You stayed calm. You got help.â
Jimin lets out a small breath, her shoulders loosening just a little.
But she still doesnât fully believe it.
So you reach for her again, this time placing your hand gently over hers.
She doesnât pull away.
You hold her gaze and say, âIf anything, this proves youâre strong. Not the opposite.â
That lands.
You see it in the way her expression shifts, just slightly, the way her eyes soften even though she still looks tired.
She leans back a little on the bed, exhaling.
ââŠI hate this,â she admits, quieter now.
You nod. âYeah. Youâre allowed to hate it.â
She gives you a small, tired look. âYouâre not going to let me sit here and say shit about myself, are you?â
You let out a small breath, almost a laugh, but not quite. âNo.â
She huffs softly, a tiny bit of that familiar, shy frustration showing through. âStubborn.â
You tilt your head slightly. âYou first, pup.â
You notice it right away.
The way she reacts to your words.
Her eyes drop for a second, her cheeks turning pink, and she presses her lips together like sheâs trying to hold something back.
You donât stop.
You lean in just a little, keeping your voice calm.
âYouâre really good,â you say. âNot just on the rink. You lead your team. You make decisions. People trust you. I trust you too.â
Jimin looks up at you again, still blushing, but she doesnât interrupt.
âAnd you donât quit,â you continue. âEven when itâs hard. Even when youâre nervous. You still show up and do your job.â
You pause, letting that sink in.
Then you add, a little softer but just as clear, âIâm so proud of you.â
Her reaction changes immediately.
She freezes for a second, like she didnât expect that. Her gaze shifts down again, her fingers curling slightly over the plaster.
ââŠyou donât have to say that,â she murmurs. Itâs quiet. Almost shy.
You shake your head.
âNo,â you say. âI mean it.â
You shift a little closer. âYouâre my girlfriend. I get to be proud of you.â
That makes her look at you again.
This time, her blush deepens, and she quickly glances away, clearly overwhelmed by the attention. âYouâre embarrassing me.â
You donât back off.
You just smile a little. âGood.â
She lets out a soft breath, half a laugh, half a sigh.
So, you continue, a little quieter now. âYou donât look weak to me. You never did. And you definitely donât look pathetic.â
You tilt your head slightly, watching her closely.
âYou look so fucking hot.â
Jimin goes quiet for a moment.
Then she looks at you, softer now, her voice barely above a whisper. âYou really think that?â
You nod once.
âYeah.â
The room quiets after that.
You stay close to Jimin, your hand still resting lightly over hers, and she doesnât pull away.
She just watches you.
Then she shifts.
Slow. Careful. She leans in just a little, her gaze dropping to your lips for a second, then back to your eyes, checking if youâre okay with it.
You donât move.
And then she closes the distance.
She leans in and presses a soft kiss to you, her movements still careful, still a little unsure, testing something sheâs always been too shy to try first.
You freeze.
Completely.
Your brain just⊠stops.
You donât pull away. You donât move forward. You just sit there for a second too long, caught off guard in the best possible way, like you didnât expect her to take that step.
Then she pulls back.
Just a little.
Her eyes search your face, unsure again.
ââŠsorry,â she murmurs, instinct kicking in.
You blink.
Then you laugh.
âYouââ you start, still smiling, shaking your head slightly. âYou just did that first.â
Jimin blinks at you, clearly not expecting that reaction.
âYou kissed me first,â you say, a little more clearly now, your smile still there. âYouâve never done that before.â
She goes completely still.
Then her cheeks turn red again, fast.
âIââ she starts, then stops, clearly flustered. âI justââ
You canât help it. You smile wider.
âThat was new,â you say, a little amused, but warm. âYou okay with that?â
She looks away, clearly embarrassed now, her hand tightening slightly against yours. âI thought⊠I should try.â
You soften immediately.
You lean in just a bit closer, lowering your voice again. âYou donât have to rush anything.â
She looks back at you.
But she doesnât look away this time.
ââŠI wanted to,â she says quietly.
And this time, you donât hesitate.
You hold her gaze for a second longer, just to make sure she really means it, that sheâs not pulling back into that shy hesitation again.
She doesnât.
So you move.
Slow. No rush. You give her time to see it coming, to stop you if she wants, but she stays right where she is, her eyes fixed on yours.
You lean in.
Careful with your hand, you shift a little closer, making sure you donât bump her injured arm, your fingers brushing lightly against her side just to steady her. She inhales softly when you get close, like sheâs bracing herself, but she doesnât pull away.
Then you kiss her.
This time, you donât freeze.
You keep it soft, simple, steady, matching her pace.
Jimin hesitates for a split second.
Then she responds.
You feel it in the way she relaxes just a little, the tension in her shoulders easing as she leans in a bit more, trusting the moment instead of overthinking it. Her good hand shifts slightly, unsure at first, then settles gently against you, like sheâs grounding herself.
You donât rush her.
You keep the kiss calm.
It doesnât last long.
When you pull back, itâs slow, just enough to look at her again.
She looks different.
Still shy. Still a little flushed. But softer now, like something finally settled inside her instead of building up.
You donât say anything right away.
You just stay close, your forehead almost touching hers, giving her time to breathe, to process, to exist in that quiet moment without pressure.
Jimin lets out a small breath, her voice barely above a whisper. ââŠokay.â
You smile a little.
âYeah,â you say. âOkay.â
Jimin stays close for a second, her eyes flicking between yours and the space somewhere near your shoulder like she doesnât know where to look now.
Then the realization hits her.
Her cheeks flush again, deeper this time, and she pulls back just a little, enough to create space, but not enough to fully break the moment.
ââŠI donât even know how to kiss properly,â she admits, quiet and a bit rushed, like she wants to say it before she overthinks it.
You blink once, caught off guardânot by what she said, but by how honest she is about it.
She looks down right after, clearly embarrassed. Her fingers shift against the bed, fidgeting slightly. âI probably did it wrong.â
You shake your head immediately.
âNo,â you say, simple and firm.
She glances up at you, unsure.
You lean back just enough to meet her eyes clearly, your voice calm, steady. âThereâs no âproperâ way you have to follow.â
She frowns a little, like she doesnât fully believe that yet. âThere has to be something.â
You let out a small breath, not laughing at her, just soft. âYeah. There is.â
You pause, then add, âYou go at your pace. You donât rush. You pay attention to the other person. Thatâs it.â
She listens closely, still a bit tense, but focused.
âYou did all of that,â you continue. âYou were careful. You didnât push. You stayed.â
Her expression shifts slightly at that, some of the doubt easing, even if it doesnât disappear completely.
ââŠstill feels like I messed it up,â she mutters.
You tilt your head, watching her. âDid I pull away because I didnât like it?â
She blinks, thinking.
ââŠno.â
âDid I look uncomfortable?â
ââŠno.â
You nod once. âThen you didnât mess it up.â
That lands a little better.
She exhales quietly, her shoulders dropping just a bit, though her cheeks stay warm.
âYouâre overthinking it,â you add, softer now. âLike you always do.â
She gives you a small, embarrassed look. âI canât help it.â
âI know,â you say.
Thereâs a short pause.
âYou donât have to be perfect at it,â you tell her.
Jimin looks at you again, her expression softer now, still shy, but less tense.
ââŠokay,â she says quietly.
Jimin stays quiet for a moment after that, her fingers still fidgeting against the bed, her eyes not quite meeting yours anymore.
You notice the shift right away.
She inhales, then exhales, like sheâs trying to say something but keeps stopping herself halfway.
ââŠthereâs more,â she says finally, voice low.
You tilt your head slightly. âOkay. Say it.â
She hesitates again, then blurts it out before she can overthink it.
âSometimes I feel like I donât know how to⊠make out properly either.â
The words come out rushed, and the second she says it, she looks away completely, like she regrets admitting it at all.
âAnd itâs⊠I donât know,â she adds, quieter now. âIt feels stupid. Like I should know how by now, since we've been dating for such a time.â
You donât react fast.
You let a second pass.
Then you shift a little closer, your voice calm and grounded. âHey.â
She doesnât look at you.
You donât raise your voice. You donât force it. âPuppy, look at me.â
Slowly, she does.
Her expression is tense. A little embarrassed. A little guarded.
âIâm going to be very clear,â you say, steady and simple. âThatâs not something youâre supposed to just magically know.â
She frowns slightly. âBut everyone elseââ
You shake your head. âNo. Thatâs not how it works in real life.â
She pauses.
You keep going. âPeople figure that stuff out over time. With someone they trust. At their own pace.â
Her shoulders ease just a little, but she still looks unsure.
ââŠstill feels like Iâm behind,â she admits.
You shrug lightly. âBehind what? Thereâs no deadlines.â
That makes her pause again.
You soften your tone just a bit. âYouâre not doing this for anyone else. Youâre not trying to match some standard. Youâre just learning what feels right for you. And for meâ
She watches you closely now.
âAnd if you donât know something yet,â you add, âthat just means you havenât learned it. Not that thereâs anything wrong with you.â
Jiminâs grip on the edge of the bed loosens slightly.
ââŠI felt kind of ashamed,â she says, quieter now, like sheâs testing the word.
You shake your head immediately. âDonât.â
She looks at you again.
Jimin stays quiet after that, her gaze dropping again, but not in the same way as before.
She shifts slightly on the bed, her shoulder brushing yours, and you feel how tense she still is, even if itâs softer now.
Then she speaks.
ââŠcan you teach me?â she asks, barely above a whisper.
You blink once. âTeach you what?â
She hesitates, then forces herself to say it clearly. âHow to kiss.â
Her cheeks turn red again the second the words leave her mouth. She looks at you for half a second, then away, like she already expects you to laugh or brush it off.
You donât.
âYou donât need lessons,â you say first, calm and steady.
Her shoulders drop a little. âI know, butââ
You gently cut in, not dismissing her, just redirecting. âBut I get what youâre asking.â
She looks back at you, unsure.
You shift slightly so you face her more directly. âIf you want to figure it out together, we can. No pressure. Just⊠go slow and pay attention.â
Jimin exhales quietly, her fingers stilling a little.
ââŠso you will?â she asks, more carefully this time.
You nod once. âYeah.â
Thatâs all she needs to hear.
She doesnât move right away, though. She just sits there for a second, gathering courage, her shoulders rising slightly with a breath.
Then she shifts closer.
You stay where you are, letting her set the pace again, letting her decide how close she wants to be.
You donât overcomplicate it.
âSlow,â you remind her quietly.
She nods.
Her lips meet yours, soft and careful. She doesnât pull away right away. She stays. She tries to follow the rhythm.
Good.
You respond gently, matching her pace so she can feel it.
You shift slightly closer, slowly getting onto her lap, careful with her arm, your hand resting lightly on the side of her neck to steady her. She notices. You feel the way her shoulders ease just a little.
She adjusts.
Itâs small, but you notice it. She tilts her head just a bit, testing what feels better. Her good hand moves again, hesitant, then settles against your hip this time.
When she hesitates, you pause with her. When she leans in, you repeat after her.
Thatâs it. Thatâs all she needs.
A few seconds pass. Maybe more.
She relaxes into it.
She stops thinking so much and just stays with you, and you can feel the difference immediately.
Then she pulls back.
Her face is close to yours, her cheeks still flushed, her breathing uneven but quieter than before.
ââŠwas that better?â she asks, voice soft, a little unsure.
Then you nod once.
âYeah,â you say. âThat was you actually trusting me.â
She blinks at that.
You give her a small, warm look. âAnd surprise, it worked.â
She exhales, some of the tension leaving her shoulders again.
ââŠokay,â she says, quieter.
She leans in again.
This time, she doesnât hesitate as much.
You meet her halfway.
The kiss feels easier now. She remembers what just worked and follows it.
You feel her relax into it again, her hand resting more naturally against your hip.
You donât guide as much this time. You actually let her lead, enough for her to feel the difference.
It lasts a little longer.
When she finally pulls back once again, her forehead almost brushing yours, her eyes flicking up to meet yours without immediately looking away.
ââŠthat felt different,â she says quietly.
You nod once. âYeah.â
She studies your face for a second, checking your reaction again, but this time she doesnât look as nervous.
ââŠbetter?â she asks.
You give her a small smile. âYou tell me.â
She pauses.
Then she nods, a little more certain this time. ââŠyeah. Better.â
Her hand slowly moved up, lifting the hem of your sweatshirt slightly, just enough for her to cup one of your breasts in her hand, squeezing it through the soft fabric of your sports bra.
âYou're so beautiful, princess,â she whispered, you felt how with each passing second her movements became more confident, her touches became bolder, âI am very lucky to have you.â
You bit your lower lip when you heard her say those words. You used your hand to help her finally pull off her sweatshirt and top, throwing it somewhere to the side. That's the last thing on your mind, thinking about where it landed.
She swallowed nervously, seeing such a sight in front of her, and without noticing it, her cheeks blushed even more, âthey're soâŠâ She giggled nervously, "they're so beautifulâŠâ
Slowly and carefully, she leaned closer, covering the sensitive skin with her lips. You let out a soft gasp as Jimin's warm mouth enveloped your nipple, your back arching slightly off the bed. Your hands flew to her hair, fingers threading through the silky strands as you held her close, still being mindful of her sore hand.
âFuck⊠Just like that, pupâŠâ You whined, you cradled the back of her head, gently guiding her to suckle more firmly. Your breathing grew heavier, chest rising and falling more rapidly. âYou're doing it so fucking goodâŠâ
Jimin's good hand slid down to grip your ass, squeezing the firm globe and pulling you harder against her. You could feel the heat of her mouth, the wet suction, and it was making you throb between your legs.
You rocked your hips up, grinding your aching core against Jimin's toned thigh through the fabric of her sweats as you held her tight. Your skin flushed, and she could feel the dampness of arousal beginning to soak through your panties.
Your hand tightened in her hair, making her whine in pain, causing her to turn her head, turning away from one nipple to another. Jimin could feel the heat building between her own legs, her core clenching with each suck and lick.
She was being so good, so eager to please you, and it was driving her wild. One hand slid down from her hair to the back of her neck, pressing her closer as the other cupped the side of her face. You guided her gently, encouraging her to take more of her breast into her mouth.
âDon't rush, slow downâŠâ You hissed, hips started to move faster, grinding harder against her. She could feel the wet spot on her thigh growing, could feel your juices starting to drip down her skin. It was filthy, it was fucking dirty, but fuck if it wasn't the hottest thing she had ever experienced.
After a few minutes, she pulled away from your breasts, looking up at you with those 'fuck me' eyes that was making your mouth water. Her hand sliding up your back to tangle in your hair. She pulled you closer, until your chests were pressed together and your forehead was resting on her shoulder.
âGonna come for me, yeah, princess?â She whispered against your ear, hand slowly slid down to your ass, and pulling you harder against her thigh. She could feel your breath coming in short, sharp gasps against her, could feel the way you was trying to hold back your moans.
âDon't hold back, love,â she mumbled, âI want to hear you, all of you.â
âJimin, fuck fuck fuck!â She felt your body tense and then shudder against her as your orgasm crashed over you. The sound of your high-pitched whine, barely a whimper of her name, sent a jolt of electricity through her body. She could feel the fresh gush of wetness that soaked through the fabric of your panties and coated her thigh as you finally came undone.
"Shh, I've got you, love," Jimin murmured, holding you close as you trembled and quaked in her arms. She stroked your hair, your back, any part of you she could reach as you rode out the waves of your climax. "You did so good, princess. So, so good."
âFuck, I think I ruined your sweats,â you laughed at the realization of what had happened as your orgasm gradually subsided, âI promise I'll buy you new ones⊠or at least wash these ones.â
âNah, I'm good,â she smiled back, âI always wanted to throw them away, they were only good for going to training.â
She wanted to say something else, but fell silent when she felt you slowly slide off her lap, kneeling between her legs, forcing her to spread them.
âHey, what are you doingââ she didn't even have time to finish her sentence before she felt your hands pulling her sweats down her long legs.
âYou just made me come,â you replied, throwing her pants aside, âIt's all fair, I'm just returning the favor.â
âYou don't have to, reallyâŠâ Jimin's breath caught slightly. You felt her body respond. Your fingers stilled for a moment, then continued their path, slipping fully beneath the waistband of her boxers.
âBut I want to,â you answered, looking up at her, âafter all, in this situation, when you have a broken arm, how can I not take care of my girlfriend? Especially when you need some oral support.â
You let your words to sink in, noticing how her eyes widened, âmoral support, I mean,â you giggled as if nothing had happened, noticing how her cheeks blushed a few shades more.
âShut up,â she muttered, âyou're genuinely making me blush.â
âGood to hear," you smiled once again, hooking your fingers into the waistband of hsr boxers, slowly peeling them down her hips and thighs. You helped her to lift her hips just enough to tug them off completely, leaving her her bare and exposed.
You leaned in, running your tongue along her slit, from her entrance up to her clit, savoring the first taste of her essence. You moaned at the exquisite flavor, her eyes fluttering shut in bliss.
âS-Shit!â she whimpered loudly, feeling the way the rough surface of your tongue was teasing her, âthat feels⊠That feels so damn goodâŠâ
âAnd you taste so fucking sweet,â you purred, before diving back in to lap at her sex like a woman starved. You focused her attention on her clit, circling and flicking the sensitive bud with the tip of your tongue, before suckling it gently.
Your hands gripped her hips, holding her close as you continued your sensual assault. You could feel the heat and wetness emanating from her core, could taste the sweet taste of her arousal.
You was so determined to bring her to the heights of pleasure, to make her see stars and forget any lingering insecurities.
Her whines grew louder and louder with every movement of your tongue, and she felt how her hips unconsciously pushed towards your tongue.
"That's it, fuck my face," you commanded, your voice a low, seductive growl. "Take what you need." You felt her trembling hand tangle in your hair, pulling it tightly, making you hiss at the sensation.
You could feel her grip on your hair tightening with every passing second. The pain was a delicious counterpoint to the intense sensations radiating through your body. You groaned in encouragement, the sound vibrating against her dripping sex, spurring her on.
"Fuck, please, baby!â she whimpered once again, buckling her hips in your face even harder.
You growled in approval at her wanton moans and desperate pleas. She could feel her fingers tangling in her hair even harder, gripping the strands tightly as she rutted against her face with wild abandon. Emboldened by her passion, you doubled your efforts, determined to bring her to the edge of ecstasy she so desperately craved.
âCome on, puppy,â you murmured against her pussy lips, âI can feel you being so close, you won't hold back for me, won't ya?â
âY-Yes, baby, please!â her hand trembled in your hair as she was tethering on the edge. âI'll be good, I won't hold back, I swear!â
You sealed your lips around her clit, suckling the sensitive bud. The obscene sounds of your tongue plunging into her soaked pussy filled the room, mingling with Jimin's escalating moans and cries.
You could feel the telltale fluttering of her walls, signaling her impending orgasm. You redoubled her efforts, fucking her harder and faster, your tongue lashing at her clit with merciless precision.
Jimin let out a whimper of pure bliss as her orgasm crashed over her like a tidal wave. "Fuck!"
Her inner walls clamped down around your plunging tongue, rippling and fluttering as they tried to draw you deeper. A gush of her essence flooded your mouth, and she could feel you greedily swallowing every single drop.
You gentled your touch, slowing your tongue to shallow thrusts and soft caresses as Jimin floated down from her high, her body going boneless and pliant above you.
"Fuck, that was so damn beautiful," you murmured, pressing a tender kiss to her sensitive sex before. You gazed up at her with adoring eyes, taking in the flush of her skin, the sheen of sweat on her brow, and the blissed-out smile playing about her kiss-swollen lips.
After a few moments you shift against the pillows and pull the blanket over both of you. Jimin settles in close, careful with her arm, tucking herself against your side. You adjust automatically, one arm around her shoulders, the other resting lightly so you donât touch the plaster.
She exhales.
A long one.
âToday was a lot,â she murmurs, her voice softer now, already slower.
âYeah,â you say. âIt was.â
She presses a little closer, her forehead brushing your collarbone, her body finally relaxing. You feel it happen. First her shoulders relax. Then her back. Then her breathing evens out.
You run your hand gently along her arm, slow and steady, nothing complicated. Just enough to ground her.
âIâm still mad about the timing,â she adds quietly, eyes half-closed. âBut⊠Iâm less scared now.â
You nod, even if she canât fully see it. âGood.â
A pause.
Then, softer, âI meant what I said earlier. Theyâll wait for you, pup.â
She hums in response.
Another minute passes.
Her grip on your shirt loosens slightly, then tightens again.
âStay?â she mumbles, barely awake now.
âIâm here,â you say.
Her breathing slows further, turning steady, deep. You feel the shift when she finally stops thinking and lets herself drift. Her weight settles fully against you.
hi, despite being on a hiatus i wanna come on here to say a few things.
anons who are spreading hate here, can you guys genuinely wake the fuck up and start realizing how your comments affects others? writers here are real people too, so of course you saying mean and hateful things will affect them. i bet you guys wouldnât like it if it was you who got them.
itâs bad enough that i sometimes myself get hateful comments, but my friends getting them is where i draw the line. you guys need to genuinely leave them the fuck alone and get a life.
this platform is to make friends and enjoy fics, and some people wanting to ruin that makes me pissed.
hello guys, sorry for the disappearance. something came up causing me to take a step back from writing, on top of the manon hiatus, along with the horrible things going on in the world i havenât had that much interest in writing. i also needed to take a step back for my own mental health, but i promise ill come back. but as of right now the smauâs i have out will be on hold temporarily until i have inspiration for them again, i may publish something new but im not too sure as of right now. but once again i apologize for going ghost on you guys.
updates might be a little extra slow (ik i donât update like that in the first place), but my dumbass thought it was a good idea to go snowboarding 2 days in a row and i possibly have a minor dislocation in my shoulder due to me being a good samaritan and helping a car out of black ice, causing my arm to pop out of socket for a second (it popped right back in) so until my arm is healed no updates for any of my smaus. đŹ
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synopsis đŹ ïŒă €your long term best friend stopped answering your texts and even ignored your calls after you went on a meaningless date yesterday, what happened? thankfully, all of your questions get answered by a drunken voicemail you receive from said best friend at 2am â which would be super helpful!... if it didn't leave you with even more questions.
â or in SIMPLER TERMS, how AESPA DRUNKENLY CONFESSES THEIR LOVE FOR YOU .á
The first thing to grace your ears is a noise of which your sleepy brain can only assume is a car door's closing as the voicemail starts, some shuffling to sit down and hushed voices that seem to be Giselle and Yunjin? You can't be sure nor care about it, only then does she start speaking, voice low and embarrassed.
"Hey! Hi, pretty girl⊠yeah, I don't think I've answered to any of your texts today? Yeah, I⊠I didn't really have time or was in the mind space for answering anybody, you know? It's rare for me but⊠It happens?" Yu Jimin running in circles because she doesn't want to be too vulnerable about what's actually bothering her? Nothing new under the sun.
Against your wishes of leaving whatever this issue is to be solved tomorrow and just fall back to sleep, she keeps going. She always does.
"Yeah, so I wasn't in my phone a lot today, sorry about that⊠like i think you called? I'm pretty sure you did, so you were probably worried, I'm sorry-" Whom you can only assume was Giselle connected her Spotify account to the car, Somebody Else by The 1975 started playing as Yunjin's demure and delicate laughter echoes through the car like a demonic chant or a troop of hyenas, Jimin sighs before continuing on her personal podcast.
"So, um⊠yeah, I'm sorry." The call keeps going for another forty something seconds, then a minute, then another⊠with your head against the pillow and eyes still straining to look at the brightness of the phone laying by your side, you wonder if she's drunk or high, choosing to focus on that rather than that you can faintly listen to her quietly singing the lyrics of the song â her phone was probably on her lap while she was recording this, she was probably wearing that skirt you gave her, two⊠Three years ago?
Time never seemed to matter too much when Karina was around. You ignore how your heart races at how pretty she looked that day at the beach. You always do.
With thirty two seconds left before the message cuts, she speaks up again, quiet and sincere. "I'm sorry, baby⊠I don't, I don't mean to push you away or make you feel like I'm mad at you, I'm not but⊠I- it's so fucking stupid, dude. I'm so stupid," Against her own wishes, she keeps going. She always does.
"I couldn't help it, I promise I didn't mean to ignore you it's just⊠I just can't really deal with it anymore? That dumb stories you posted messed me up. And I know it probably doesn't mean anything, you go on plenty of dates- And, which I.. I, I don't mean, I'm not saying you sleep around!! I'm not saying that at all, I would never say that! I⊠I'm sorry. I wish I didn't talk so much, I'm sure you do too sometimes. I wish you were my girlfriend sometimes." The message keeps going for another 6 seconds, you wonder if she actually meant that.
And you choose not to think of why you kept listening until it ended though all that was left was silence and Somebody Else.
Her voice is testing the limits of both your ears and your patience as soon as the call starts.
"Hey, girl. Yeah, I know, I haven't answered to any of your texts today or whatever, I'm sorry, okay? I am. I don't sound like I am, but I am." Well, sounds like someone's angry for some reason, you simply now that if you open Twitter right now you'll be hit by at least thirty vague posts from her private account. Will she tell you the reason as to why she's upset? Perchance.
At moments like these, you notice that your best friend never really changed. Still the same impulsive and honest kid that you met all those years ago, her voice just a more mature, the wrinkles in the corner of her eyes a little more visible, sure, she's nothing short of a gorgeous woman but her laughter is all the same as when you were teenagers hiding away so you wouldn't have to do gym class.
"It was immature, okay? I know it was and I don't need you to lecture me⊠I mean, you wouldn't, you don't ever really lecture me but I guess I just don't want your sympathy right now. That sounds so fucking douchbagy, my god, I need to record that again. Again." More clues, interesting, this isn't the first draft of this voicemail it seems, that is unusual for Aeri though. Definitely unusual for your best friend who has not hesitated about a single thing in the past ten or so years.
Maybe that's why she's pissed while trying to send you this? You can't help but smile at how sulky and whiny she sounds. You can practically hear the pout in her lips and visualize her eyes growing wider and wider in your head as if it's happening right in front of you. Aeri has been a part of you for longer than you can remember, one day she was sitting besides you at science and the other he was gossiping with your mother in your bed while you struggled with your makeup for prom in front of your bedroom's mirror.
"Shit, why is this getting into my head so much, that's so fucking dumb. One guy shows up in her stories and suddenly I'm being a bitch for no good reason, I can't do that, that's not the way to go about this. Fuck me." You hear what you can only assume is her throwing his head back on her bed, followed by the sound of the hand which was holding his phone falling down on the mattress roughly, her voice distant now.
"Why can't i act like an adult about this. Why can't I just talk to her⊠I should've talked about this years ago. But no, I waited and now that she posted with some guy who probably doesn't mean anything here comes ms. lady 'I push people away then get upset that they're gone' on her way to ruin her amazing friendship of twelve years at 90km per second. This is dumb, I'm being unreason-" The voicemail cuts abruptly.
Staring at the ceiling of your bedroom, trying to piece together what exactly this woman just admitted to you while coming to terms with the fact that she probably doesn't even realize what she just did. She usually doesn't, that's why you two get along.
You try, try not to think of how she has always fit in your life so easily, how you two just work out. You can't think about her like that, that's Gigi, that's your girl, your ride or die! You'll always be besides each other, as best friends, that's how it's meant to be.
Then why does the more you think, the more she seems⊠different? Why is there something about her that makes you feel like she could be your everything, why does it seem like she already is? Has it always been like this?
Minjeong's voice arrives at your ears a tad deeper than normal, if anything it sounds like you're both in the same situation. Both laying down on their own bed with the phone laying besides you.
"Hi. I know I've been gone today, sorry about that. I⊠I almost called on Discord, I don't know if you saw." She laughs though there is no sincerity behind it, mostly it sounds like she's in pain. You sit up slowly to get a better look at your phone as if it will be of any help to figure out what she's feeling.
"Is so natural for me to look for you, I called you as soon as I got home and then remembered I spent the whole day ignoring you and you'd probably want some explanation that was just wasn't ready to give yet. I don't think I'm ready yet. But I missed you so much today, I wish it wasn't so hard to let you go." Let you go? What is she talking about?
Did you lose a whole chapter of your best friend's life? the thought of him leaving makes you want to throw up, you can't even remember what life looked like before she was a part of yours.
"Your little flings don't usually mean anything, I know I'm being immature. I wish you didn't have any flings sometimes. I wish you had just me." Her voice was much softer now, cute even, speaking in that low tone she only spoke either when extremely sleepy or drunk â which now it seems to be both? â or when she wanted you to do something for her. Minjeong has always been naturally adorable.
"I wish you'd be mine if I asked, I'm already yours and you never did. Sometimes I dream that you do." The voicemail keeps playing for another twelve or so minutes, complete silence with the rare exception of some shuffling you can only assume is her moving around under the covers, safe and sound while you're losing your damn mind and looking around your bedroom like a psych yard escapee.
Why is she like that? Minjeong has always been a little possessive, she gets jealous easily, that's not the surprising piece of information at hand here.
But if her true feelings have always been as obvious as it feels right now, how come you never noticed how it was meant to be you two since the beginning? Is there still time to be you two at the end?
There at least three minutes of silence before Yizhuo starts speaking. You wait, listening to her deep breaths, you know she didn't press to send you a voicemail by accident. She hates calling.
Ning Yizhuo is no different than an unsocialized awkward cat who hides between her owners legs whenever somebody visits, not leaving the room but not daring to make eye contact either. She wouldn't send you a voicemail at the end of the world, not the Ningning who makes up whole scenarios in her head so she can practice how to speak to people in the phone before actually calling. She'd just message you.
This was no accident, she tried calling you and when you didn't answer whatever she had prepared was ruined and now she's grasping at straws trying to figure out how to talk by herself alone in her room, or maybe he's somewhere else, it doesn't really matter. Yizhuo always takes a long time to figure out things, and you? You wait for her. Every single time.
After one especially profound sigh, you're finally hearing her.
"Hey, I'm sorry I didn't answer to anything today, I wasn't really in the⊠in the mood to talk, but I could have given you an explanation, I, I thought⊠I'm a little tipsy, I'm sorry." You can't help but laugh, her voice does sound like she's been having some wine, you've always made fun of how quickly she gets red when she's drunk. You ignore how often you've thought of how pretty lipstick marks would look like decorating her stupid beautiful face. A dummy, that's what Ning Yizhuo was.
"I don't feel great today to be honest, I don't know why. That was a lie, I do know why, but saying it out loud sounds fucking dumb, especially saying it to you. You'll probably not even hear this, I'm such a fucking idiot. I'll just message you about it tomorrow and apologize, anything is better than this." The voicemail falls in silence for about thirty seconds, you wonder if she forgot to turn it off or if she's looking for the delete message button.
For the first time in years, Ning Yizhuo catches you off guard.
"Thought about you the whole day today, I usually do. That fucking guy-" Her own scoff interrupts her thought process. "Stupid idiot, isn't he like a vet or something? 'Gonna kill the kittens by spooking them with his ugly ass face." you can tell she was sulking, Ning had caught up on Giselle's habit of shit talking like a teenager sometimes, very occasional times, but oh, were they good times. Who is she talking about though?
"Why did you even go out with him? That restaurant too? Fuck is he trying to prove. I don't get what you saw in that guy" Oh. That's who she's talking about.
"Me and you could be so good together. I wish you saw it like I do. You have no idea of how much I missed you today, (âŠ)" The voicemail dies after four more seconds. You try to ignore the way her soft voice saying your name keeps ringing in your head while you turn over and attempt to sleep. She probably thinks he deleted the voicemail and you'll never receive it.
â known for many hit love songs about megan, your girlfriend & a rising girl-group all-rounder, your loud and affectionate relationship quickly becomes fuel for both the media and your opposing fandoms.
as your careers skyrocket and schedules clash, you both decide to focus on yourselves and quietly part ways, even after you finish an album dedicated to her. months later, attention resurfaces when you're seen with someone new while also having dropped a harsh breakup song to satisfy your label.
hurt by the track, megan fires back with an even messier response of her own. so much for ending on good terms... you're almost sure she hates your guts. â
nonchalant until megan brings another diss track to the studio and she starts losing her mind; around megan ninety-nine percent of the time so there really is no escaping her crashouts and occasional cry sessions; her problems in life consist of a total three thingsâwhat she's going to wear, when she'll get another dubai chocolate cookie, and what time rehearsal is at; needs everyone to stop attracting weird, questionable people; alongside that, she needs everyone to stop dating, period; starting to grow a deep hatred for romantic relationships and the internet.
LARA RAJAGOPALAN âââ lararajj, notraja
katseye's main vocalist.
vice president of the official KID$TARZ hate club; used to be one of yn's closest friends in the group next to daniela, now she claims he's her biggest opp; operation get madison beer away from #thatman; speaking of #thatman, that's the only name she refers to him as; snaps on every single diss track, breakup song, etc. that megan brings to the table because her hatred runs almost as deep as her band mates' does; finds herself humming along to those same songs while scrolling through her feed that's mostly filled with yn hate postsâit fills her with the most amount of joy she's ever felt.
young, happy, and locked down; nine times out of ten she's with her girlfriend when she's not working; founder and president of the official KID$TARZ hate club; hates yn with a passion after what megan told all of the girls and what she's heard from the songs megan has written about the breakupâhe cheated, simple as that; immediately jumped into the studio the second she heard he mentioned her in a song on his album; despite her hatred for the guy, she doesn't exactly enjoy media attention directed on her, especially not after everything she's already been through with the internet.
wishes everyone the best and nothing less; balances everything pretty well, especially considering just how much she has to deal with on a daily basis; probably the most emotionally stable next to yoonchaeâstable relationship, no problems in sight; can't get yn's 'nights like this' out of her head, has been lying in the back of her mind since it dropped three years ago, gets dirty looks from megan every time she hums it quietly; has a self care day at the beginning and end of each weekâhas definitely needed them a lot more with everything spiraling around megan; feels bad every time it's her time to sing lines in the studio because she almost always has the chorus and has to diss yn each time.
MANON BANNERMAN âââ meretmanon, manzanitaaa
katseye's visual.
will genuinely end her shit the next time she has to sing a breakup song; can't stand just how mean megan gets in her lyrics sometimes, even more so once she figures out what really happened through madison; speaking of madison, she's her best friend, and it only hurts her more seeing both of her best friend's fighting over the same boyâwho is, again, one of her friends as well; torn between comforting everyone involved and goes to sophia any time she feels overwhelmed by it all; later learns that letting everything fall into place by itself is better than carrying the weight of problems that aren't hers; despite that, she still puts her best foot forward in helping megan tone down her words from time to time.
â known for many hit love songs about megan, your girlfriend & a rising girl-group all-rounder, your loud and affectionate relationship quickly becomes fuel for both the media and your opposing fandoms.
as your careers skyrocket and schedules clash, you both decide to focus on yourselves and quietly part ways, even after you finish an album dedicated to her. months later, attention resurfaces when you're seen with someone new while also having dropped a harsh breakup song to satisfy your label.
hurt by the track, megan fires back with an even messier response of her own. so much for ending on good terms... you're almost sure she hates your guts. â
profiles. kbtlwrld , chili meg
YN LN âââ thekidstarz, kbtlwrld01
singer, rapper, songwriter, & part-time model.
massively hated by both his ex-girlfriend's fans and his current girlfriend's fans; couldn't care less about the widespread fuckboy allegationsâthey've been around since the start of his career so he's desensitized; built his career from open mics and scrappy soundcloud drops to sold-out venues; never softens the truth, especially when it's his; loves loudly, crashes with an even bigger bang... and, despite the embarrassment people try to shine on him, always refuses to pretend otherwise; loves madison with a passion but can't find it in him to let go of megan.
PARK SUNGHO âââ sungho.bnd, kbtlwrld02
main vocalist of boynextdoor.
accidentally bumped into yn trying to get the perfect angle for his fit pictures one night in melbourne; apologized profusely and ended up laughing at the smug look on yn's face; 'smiley face' is what he's called him ever since; gives the entire group a vocal lesson every other week for reasons unknown; sees both sides of the story, decides it's best to keep himself as yn's daily dose of energy because, oof... it's clear he needs it sometimes; that, and he doesn't want to get in the middle of what's going on between him and megan.
SHIN JUNGHWAN âââ shinyu.tws, kbtlwrld04
leader & main rapper of tws.
possibly the wildest card in the deck; well, if we're excluding yn; the calming point of the group, the moon to sungho's sunâaccording to none other than the latter; always the first one yn comes to for modeling tips; oh, and tips on how not to drop a crash out song every five minutes; had a nice first impression on katseye as a whole, thought megan was kind and bubbly at first... soon found out she had a dangerously petty side.
yn's girlfriend & part-time side piece; or... at least that's what it feels like sometimes; a majority of her singles for the album rollout are about ynâhowever, depending on the outcome of this relationship, she thinks the concept of it might change sooner or later; sweetest girl on earth despite the internet's views on her persona; immersed in her music half of the time, the other she's either playing with her dog, presley, or watching yn play with him; knew about katseye beforehand, never thought she'd be hiding any animosity or envy but was soon proven wrong once yn dropped his album and suddenly every song was about megan skiendiel.
â known for many hit love songs about megan, your girlfriend & a rising girl-group all-rounder, your loud and affectionate relationship quickly becomes fuel for both the media and your opposing fandoms.
as your careers skyrocket and schedules clash, you both decide to focus on yourselves and quietly part ways, even after you finish an album dedicated to her. months later, attention resurfaces when you're seen with someone new while also having dropped a harsh breakup song to satisfy your label.
hurt by the track, megan fires back with an even messier response of her own. so much for ending on good terms... you're almost sure she hates your guts. â
profiles. kbtlwrld , chili meg
YN LN âââ thekidstarz, kbtlwrld01
singer, rapper, songwriter, & part-time model.
massively hated by both his ex-girlfriend's fans and his current girlfriend's fans; couldn't care less about the widespread fuckboy allegationsâthey've been around since the start of his career so he's desensitized; built his career from open mics and scrappy soundcloud drops to sold-out venues; never softens the truth, especially when it's his; loves loudly, crashes with an even bigger bang... and, despite the embarrassment people try to shine on him, always refuses to pretend otherwise; loves madison with a passion but can't find it in him to let go of megan.
PARK SUNGHO âââ sungho.bnd, kbtlwrld02
main vocalist of boynextdoor.
accidentally bumped into yn trying to get the perfect angle for his fit pictures one night in melbourne; apologized profusely and ended up laughing at the smug look on yn's face; 'smiley face' is what he's called him ever since; gives the entire group a vocal lesson every other week for reasons unknown; sees both sides of the story, decides it's best to keep himself as yn's daily dose of energy because, oof... it's clear he needs it sometimes; that, and he doesn't want to get in the middle of what's going on between him and megan.
SHIN JUNGHWAN âââ shinyu.tws, kbtlwrld04
leader & main rapper of tws.
possibly the wildest card in the deck; well, if we're excluding yn; the calming point of the group, the moon to sungho's sunâaccording to none other than the latter; always the first one yn comes to for modeling tips; oh, and tips on how not to drop a crash out song every five minutes; had a nice first impression on katseye as a whole, thought megan was kind and bubbly at first... soon found out she had a dangerously petty side.
yn's girlfriend & part-time side piece; or... at least that's what it feels like sometimes; a majority of her singles for the album rollout are about ynâhowever, depending on the outcome of this relationship, she thinks the concept of it might change sooner or later; sweetest girl on earth despite the internet's views on her persona; immersed in her music half of the time, the other she's either playing with her dog, presley, or watching yn play with him; knew about katseye beforehand, never thought she'd be hiding any animosity or envy but was soon proven wrong once yn dropped his album and suddenly every song was about megan skiendiel.
synopsis! lara and yn had always had a special relationship; they weren't close like best friends, but they were close enough for people to wonder what kind of relationship they had with each other. because the way they acted with each other wasn't how friends were supposed to act. but when lara gets a boyfriend, people start to really question the kind nature of their relationship.
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kai's notes! the prologue chapter to one of the fics im most excited for, this story definetly starts off very angsty but one thing about yn is he stands on business. also when you see yn or lara posting song lyrics just imagine that couple you see on ig notes who are always arguing through notes.
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est 2003. has the biggest crush on yn. doesn't smoke but always finds a reason to buy off of yn. always watching some kind of drama. started watching one piece and naruto because she heard yn loves it. close friends with daniela and megan. biggest snsd fan and even bigger sunny fan. bisexual queen.
orlando chorly
est 2000. swears he's 21 (he isn't). lara's boyfriend. biggest yn hater. he's british. writes and makes music. an alumni at ucla. huge fan of la rams because he knows yn likes the 49ers. very petty (he's lowkey really funny). literally likes everything yn dislikes out of spite. a huge fan of harry styles and central cee.
est 2005. has a bf none of her friends like him. in love with yn. fashionista. knows sheâs beautiful (yn tells her everyday). biggest ariana grande fan after sophia. the reason why ynâs hat collection is so big. does not play about yn. writes and produces music for fun (most of her songs are about yn). very aware she fumbled. the reason why yn and her never got together.
est 2002. biggest jungwon stan. top student at ucla. finds the nicknames for orlando funny but tries her hardest not to laugh at them. dislikes orlando. highkey a larayn shipper. girl and boy kisser. certified yapper and passenger princess. was dani's favorite once upon a time. her top artists are ariana grande and laufey. the sweetest ever. finds joy in ragebaiting her friends.
est 2004. has a skater gf. stays with bandages on her. playboi carti and lil uzi vert fan. doesnt like orlando but also doesnt care for him. cheer captain. just recently started letting her gf drive her car. spends a lot of her time with her girlfriend. another yapper and probably the loudest. the reason the groupchat is never dead.
megan skiendiel đ€ meganskiendiel & antiLGBT
est 2006. a little weird. plays roblox, fortnite and minecraft with yoonchae. orlando doesn't exist in her eyes. matching profile picture with yn. helps yn and yoonchae come up with nicknames for orlando but no one knows she does. has her own groupchat with yn, yoonchae and manon. introduced nien to yn. gets ragebaited by yn.
jeung yoonchae đ€ y0on_cha3 & maknaeeatsfirst
est 2007. swears she doesn't like her fake boyfriend (but has matching icons with him). i hate my friends boyfriend final boss. fake nonchalant. has a cat named oreo. honestly gets away with everything. a bigger hater than sangwon. easily annoyed. everyone is scared to wake her up. knows quite literally everything.
icon est 2005. transmasc. probably his first life. rich as hell but sells drugs as a side hustle. in love with lara raj. friends with everyone. elite selfie taker. his friends are obsessed with him. gets called cute all the time. took hormone stoppers. always wearing a hat or a beanie. gunna, partynextdoor, drake, future, bryson tiller, brent faiyaz and the weeknd fan. r&b and rap lover. anime nerd. gamer. has a ragdoll cat named bean. always laughing. everyone finds it hard to believe that he's the dealer. has a older sister who looks exactly like him but with long hair. gunwook's roommate.
yoon siyun đ€ yoon_siyun & fuckthemkids
born in 2005. will in fact argue with a child, truly doesnt care. patience of a feral cat. not good with kids. girl and boy kisser. always lying, literally lies just for fun. d1 instigator. probably ragebaiting kids on roblox and fortnite. finds humor in terrorizing his groupchat. not the biggest fan of lara. might be crazier than gunwook. fought his baby cousin once over being first for thanksgiving food. sangwon's roommate.
naoi rei đ€ reinyourheart & iluvmygf
born in 2004. the only girl in the gc and the most spoiled. the boys refuse to let her pay for anything. has a girlfriend named liz. girl and boy kisser. biggest red velvet joy fan. cinnamoroll lover. her friends set the standard high for everyone. obssessed with her girlfriend. highkey a cutie patootie. loves to draw. loves butterflies. hyperfemme. loves the idea of romance. rooting for lara and yn (she loves a good friends to lovers). nien's roommate.
park gunwook đ€ gunwook_ & fagatron3000
born in 2005. acts nonchalant but is far from being nonchalant. gay as hell. biggest man hater. ynâs bestfriend. always playing some kind of video game with yn. stays fly. a lil bit crazy. has a crush on a boy but wonât tell anyone who. neutral on lara (wants her to do better so bad). known both lara and yn since they were kids. lover AND a fighter. ynâs roommate.
lee sangwon đ€ leesangwon03 & hateralicious
born in 2004. everyone thinks he's the dealer for some reason. the biggest hater ever. strongly dislikes lara and doesn't hide it. very opinionated. mean to everyone but his friends. spends most of his time being a hater (he loves it fr). is always saying 'fr'. protective over his friends, esp yn. tries to act nonchalant. unhinged but he's dead serious. siyunâs roommate.
hey guyssss, iâm sorry for randomly disappearing đŹ a lot has been going on in my life that, i hadnât had the chance to get on here and write. but i promise ill come back soon with an update for both of my ongoing smauâs. but there is a few things i want to say that iâve been noticing while i was lurking and taking a break from writing.
but i want to make a quick note about the hate the girls have been getting, mostly daniela because she has been the one iâve been seeing getting the most of it. This is genuinely not okay, the kats are a bunch of young girls who are just trying to live out their dreams and perform in front of their fans. so for the people who is dragging daniela for making a joke with sophia who obviously didnât find what she said offensive, please go outside and touch some grass or maybe stop being a lonely fuck and go make some friends idk.
i also genuinely donât want to get into what has been going on the last couple of weeks on katsblr, especially with the transphobic comments some writers have been receiving because they are writing katseye x transmasc reader. just like you are able to read/make stories you can relate to, the trans community can do the same. if you donât like something donât read it or block the person. instead of spewing hate, itâs 2026 for fuck sake we really need to get it together. because this is not the community the girls want, so before february ends i need us to get it together.
thatâs all, but also let me quickly mention happy black history month to all the black fans and black creators on this app, we as a community have worked hard for most of our lives to get where we are today so donât allow anyone to dim your guys light. also to my latino community stay safe out there, america would be nothing without you guys.
h h h hey. can i request some headcannons on how winter is as a gf? plz and tenk u <3
also can i be đ€ anon?
KIM MINJEONG AS YOUR GIRLFRIEND
pairings â kim minjeong x gn!reader
before unboxing â plush keychain, subtle affection, & not realistic (?)
popmart collector's notes â sorry if this is bad.. and ofc you can be đ€ anon
âą minjeong is naturally quiet. sheâs always been like that, so dating her doesnât change her personalityâit just means you get to exist closer to her than everyone else
âą she shows affection by choosing to be with you. if she could be alone but decides to spend that time with you instead, thatâs her version of âi like youâ
âą sheâs not very expressive with words, so she uses actions. standing next to you. waiting for you. walking at your pace
âą she follows you everywhere without thinking about it. if you get up, she gets up too, quietly asking âwhere are you going?â even though sheâs already coming with you and ends up sitting right beside you again.
âą she likes sitting side by side more than facing you. shoulders touching. knees brushing. that kind of closeness feels safest to her
âą she doesnât initiate affection often, but when she does itâs small and very cute. lightly tugging your sleeve. resting her head on your shoulder for a moment, then staying there
âą sheâs bad at compliments. if you say something sweet to her, she wonât know how to reply. she might just say âstopâ softly and look away
âą minjeong listens carefully when you talk. she doesnât react much, but she remembers everything later
âą she doesnât usually say she misses you out loud, but she canât help checking in, quietly asking things like âare you coming soon?â or âwhen will i see you again?â she just wants to be near you.
âą her texts are short and simple, usually without emojis, but she replies fast and often keeps the conversation going a little longer than she needs to, just to stay connected to you.
âą when sheâs tired, she gets more affectionate without realizing it. leaning into you. resting against you. letting you hold her longer than usual
âą she likes calm dates. staying in. walking quietly. sitting somewhere peaceful. she doesnât need constant activity to feel close
âą she doesn't get loud when she's jealous, but if something bothers her, she'll let out a small huff and shuffle closer to you, brushing against your shoulder or leaning into you, quietly remind herself that you're hers.
âą she notices when your mood changes immediately. she wonât ask why, but sheâll adjustâbe quieter, stay closer, give you space if you need it
âą she likes routine with you. same places. same times. familiar habits. it makes the relationship feel safe
âą she doesnât need constant reassurance. if sheâs dating you, she trusts you
âą sheâs subtly affectionate in public. standing close. fingers brushing yours. never doing too much, but never pulling away either
âą she doesnât say âi love youâ often, but when she does, itâs calm and sincere, like sheâs stating a fact
âą loving minjeong feels steady and peaceful. nothing loud, nothing rushedâjust quietly being chosen every day
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synopsis,,, Friends since childhood, you and Sophia have made it to adulthood. On a brunch date to catch up with her all over again, you reminisce memories youâve had around her when you had questioned the one thing: was she more than a friend or not?
warnings/tags,,, tmasc!reader x idol!sophia. childhood bsfs to lovers. memories in italics. bsf!leon. use of yn. brief misgendering. barely proofread.
Itâs the beginning of the afternoon and you and Sophia planned to head out after her rehearsals to go have a mini brunch date. You had made some pancakes at home and brought them; along with fresh strawberries from the market. Sophia, on her way to see you, had grabbed both of you drinks. Instead of coffee for brunch, you suggested something else, so she got you your favorite energy drink while she got her signature matcha.
You set the blanket down and placed the containers in the center before lying down yourself. You sighed softly and looked at the tree above you. The sunlight was peeking through open leaves and you could faintly see the blue sky from the dark green leaves. You closed your eyes to rest after the long walk. No one would steal your things as long as youâre here and youâre sure of it.
It took a moment for Sophia to come, but she made it. She can see your lying figure and that familiar blanket she recognized from years ago. She rushed over, being careful not to spill her open lid of matcha. She had already drunk most of it on her way here.
âItâs almost two in the afternoonâare you seriously tired?â Sophia asks as she moves to sit beside you. She moved to sit on her knees first before she began to sit nicely on her bottom. With no answer from you, she smiles lightly before leaning down to peck your cheek before tugging your ear lightly as if she were dismissing the act she made seconds ago.
âCâmon, sleeping beauty. Your drinkâs gonna go cold,â Sophia spoke gently as she moved away from you. You, now awake, smile lightly before sitting up and adjusting your position so you are sitting diagonally from her.
You grab your drink, cracking it open and sipping before you gesture to hers. âYou drink it all already?â
Sophia hums and grabs a strawberry by its leaves. âI canât resist.â
âIâll go across the street to buy another cup for you if you ask,â you promise with a light shrug. Sophia looks at you and tilts her head.
âWould you really?â she questions as she bit down on the juicy, red fruit.
You nod your head and take another sip before she shakes her head and puts the remaining of the leaves aside.
âSoâŠif I asked for one right nowâŠâ she says as she grabs her matcha and swirls the green drink around with the half melted ice.
You pause and look to the side, a sarcastic and wordless ânoâ as if you werenât sticking to your promise. Sophia, mid strawberry bite, stays between her teeth before she shoves you, your drink in hand spilling slightly.
âHey!â you exclaim, moving to push her back.
âMmhâchoking hazard!â she warns playfully with a mouthful of strawberry.
âSpill hazard!â you retort with the can in your hands. âAnd donât talk with a mouthful of food, dummy.â
Eventually settling down and eating the pancakes that were mildly warm, Sophia started to rant to you about anything that came to mind. She caught you up with the latest news that happened during the week as she was quite busy.
Though, you couldnât seem to focus. When you had laid down, you were pretty tired, but you werenât down enough to feel sleepy or to be asleep. It was enough to keep you awake, so you felt that kiss she gave you. That subtle affection of love when she thought you were asleep. It had to be nothing, right? She kisses her friendsâ cheeks every now and then and itâs always a sign of platonic love.
AndâŠyou are indeed her friend. One of her first.
But there were times where you even questioned how you saw her. Like the time she held your wrist when you two were making loom bracelets. Even more than that. You made bracelets while Sophia made different kinds of characters and more.
âLike that?â you questioned as soon as you began to somehow braid the circular bands on the plastic bracelet maker.
Currently, you both were in her bedroom making loom bracelets. You were sitting on the floor with your back against the bed while Sophia was on it. Today was a Thursday evening after study hall. You both were studying for an upcoming exam next week. You both have been studying for about this whole week. You two needed a day off of putting knowledge in your minds.
Sophia looks over, moving to lie on her stomach to see you and your work.
She pauses and you look up at her for approval. She looked at you this time. In your eyes. Your stomach goes wild and your hands accidentally twitch and pull at the bands, forcing the elastic to rip from the plastic sticks and slap your skinâruining all of your progress.
You wince, flinching and dropping the flat item and watch as the bands let go of each other in their bond and escape the grip. They exploded all over her room.
Sophia bursts out laughing, the bands still intact around her fingers. Her laugh is loud but melodic. Itâs something youâve grown to love and get used to.
âShut it!â you exclaimed quietly as you rubbed your wrist. The bands had smacked you really hard.
Sophiaâs laughter doesnât die down until her crinkled eyes take notice of your other hand rubbing the faint paint of red skin on your wrist. She calms down, a smile on her lips before she slips down to you on the floor. She discards her hard work, the bands loosening their grip from each other before she grabs your wrist.
Your stomach flipped and your hands went clammy, a habit when the temperature was hot or when you were nervous. And in this case: you were nervous.
âHow hard could it have possibly hit you?â Sophia asked as she ran her thumb across the skin gently. Your brain couldnât form a proper thought. You took a moment to try to find your words. You had the words in your head, but your mouth or voice declined to cooperate. Sophia looks up and thatâs when you realize how close sheâs been to you. Her brown eyes stare into yours and your mouth hangs to try and answer herâŠbut you donât. Your mouth dries and Sophia giggles.
âYouâre going to drool if you do that,â Sophia said with a smile as her free hand moved to your chin, pushing it up.
âOr worse,â she adds, âflies will enter.â Her finger squeezes your wrist and tilts her head. âHow hard did it hit you?â
Hearing her repeat the question made your brain work. The squeeze had also snapped you out of it.
You pulled your hand back and nervously wiped the sweat from your palms on your pants. âNot hard, I guess. But it did sting for a while.â
Sophia hums and moves to collect the nearby elastics. âAt least you arenât bleeding, huh?â
âYeah,â you agreed, âat least Iâm notâŠâ
She collects a few bands and turns to you, smiling softly before adjusting her position to look at you. âNeed me to teach you again?â
âYes. Please,â you said as you reached to grab the bands from her hands. She wraps her fingers around them, keeping them away from you before she reopened them to look at the colours. Using her free hand, her finger sorts through the colours before she moves to the box which holds more bands.
âIâll make yours,â she said softly as she plucked a few more to make the bracelet for you. âAnd you make one for me.â
You looked at the box and reached out before you hovered over the bands. âWhat colour would you like?â you asked her.
She looked at your hovering hand before she hummed in thought. âYou know my favorite colours,â Sophia tells you. âIâll do tri-colour, so do the same.â
You took a moment to listen to her words and your fingers pluck out the perfect colours. The pink, the deep purple, and dark blue. You looked at her once you grabbed a few and put them on your knee.
âAlright,â she said softly as she began to knot the bands into place around her fingers. You watched her carefully, trying to knot the best you can. Sophia took her time with you. She was patient with you. She guided you step by step.
âThere you go,â she praised quietly, âYou got the rhythm now, donât you?â
âI think so,â you replied as you bit your tongue to concentrate. She smiled lightly and moved to finish your bracelet. Her fingers moved quickly, finishing it up within five minutes while you were a third finished.
She looks at the length of the bracelet before her fingers brushed against your left hand. You let your wrist go into her hands and look up at her. Her fingers move to wrap the bracelet around your wrist and hum when itâs the correct length. She lets go and finishes the design up before grabbing the small plastic figure eight and hooking it around the bands.
âThere we go,â she murmurs as she rolls the bracelet onto your wrist. She smiles softly at the sight, her hands adjusting the bracelet around so that the plastic hook is around your pulse point. She hums, looking up as her fingers stay on your skin for a little longer.
Enough to make your hands clam up again.
âLooks good,â you manage to say, your voice cracking.
Sophia smiles a little more, her right dimple being exposed.
âAre you still going through puberty?â she teased as her finger poked your cheek lovingly. âThat was cute.â
Your face flushed and your body heated up. Your mouth opened and her finger moved to shut it closed again. Her touch only made your body stop working. Your finger twitched, letting go of the bands again as they smack against your skin once more.
Sophia yelped, the bands hitting her as well. You look up and grab her wrist, letting go of the bracelet that has now been discarded, half made.
âIâm sorry. Iâm sorry, Sophie,â you apologized immediately, hands moving to grab her forearm and wrist. Sophia looks up and she tilts her head before grabbing yours in return.
âHey,â she said. âYouâre okay.â Her hands move to your forearms, thumb caressing the skin there before silently guiding your face up with her gaze. You look up and Sophia follows.
âItâs not like Iâm bleeding, right?â she says with a small smile. You took a moment to register her words. She said that earlier. You nodded and looked at her hands. She hummed.
âRight,â Sophia agreed. âNow, letâs remake the bracelet for me. I like the nice colours you chose.â
âTheyâre your favorite. That's why you like them,â you say back as your hands move to grab what was left of the bracelet.
âOf course,â she replied with a small furrow of her brow and smile. âIâm glad you remembered that.â
Your fingers toy with the band at your wrist. After all these years, it still fits your wrist. Sophia was still going on. The pancakes were almost done, beginning to get cold because you were in your thoughts and Sophia was talking and ranting about whatever she wanted to talk about.
Your eyes drifted to the side, ears open for her talking before you spot the little garden of roses and more. Your stomach twists and you feel butterflies flutter.
You looked in the mirror, adjusting your hair around.
Do I look good? Does my outfit look nice? Sophia said I didnât need to look all fancy like her family⊠you thought as your fingers tugged at the collar of your shirt, the tie loosening slightly.
You breathed in and closed your eyes before reaching blindly for the bouquet of flowers lying on your desk. You feel the plastic of the bouquet crinkle under your touch and your stomach flutters a little more like itâs taunting you.
Your hand moves to touch the loom bracelet under your tuxedo and you breathe in again. A few knocks sound on your door and you twist. It opens andâŠ
âLeon,â you acknowledged. Leon was one of your best friends. You, Sophia, and him keep a strong trio going.
âYou ready?â he asks as he walks up. Heâs wearing a collared shirt and a tieâno blazer. He was always minimalistic.
You swallow, âIs it too much?â
Leon snakes his head and walks over. His tall figure looms, but you watch as he fixes your tie and blazer.
âNot at all. Sheâll love it either way. Youâre Yn.â
You smile up at him and he smiles back at you. He knows your secrets. You tell him everything that he has to know about how you felt about Sophia. You say that itâs complicated, but he makes it make sense.
âYouâre going to be my wingman, bro,â you said as you moved your free hand to lightly punch his shoulder.
âWasnât that already our plan when we first met?â he teasingly questioned before wrapping his arms around your shoulders. You smiled at him before taking yourself out of his grasp, making him smile even wider.
âCâmon. Tita Carlaâs waiting for us to get into the car,â he said as he walks you down the steps of your house.
The ride to the school had your leg bouncing in the backseat of the van. It was difficult to not be nervous. Youâve gone to see Sophiaâs plays multiple times, but youâve never given flowers or even a letter to her before.
You wanted to go early because you had a letter for her before the show and a letter for after the show. It was something new that youâve never done. Sophiaâs done it multiple times, but just never you. It was your first time giving Sophia a non-holiday gift.
You were the first to get off, dragging Leon with you for emotional support as the Lafortezaâs went to go get something to eat. They said to meet them at the diner when you two were done.
âIâm about to back the frick out,â you cussed lightly as your body began to grow hot when your ears picked up the practicing performers behind closed doors. Leon shakes his head and places a hand on your back in silent encouragement and reassurance.
âYou got it, bro,â he said, âYou know sheâll love it if itâs from you.â
You look up at him shyly and then back at the door ahead of you. You pulled it open, moving in as Leon stayed outside. You mentally cursed at him before walking down the aisles. You took a moment and swallowed before moving up to the stage. The director of the play was quick to move away from the current scene, heading into your direction.
âD- do you know whereââ
Your voice cracked. Are. You. Serious.
âSophia isâŠ?â you finished your sentence as soon as you cleared your throat. The woman paused and took a moment to wonder why you, a part of the audience, was wanting to see someone backstage before the show even started.
You saw her hesitant expression and fumbled with the flowers and letter before handing it over to her. You struggled, but she put the clipboard down and grabbed them from you.
âGive them to her if I canât see her until- until the end of the act,â you stuttered and the director nodded before fetching one of the backstage crew members to take them back into the rooms. You stay in your spot for a bit as you watch the flowers be handled through five different people until one finally takes a hold of it to go behind the curtains.
Your breath hitches lightly before you sigh and turn on your heel to walk out. Though, as much as you tried to stay nonchalant about the whole flower thing, your stomach dropped and heart hammered dangerously to the point where you felt lightheaded.
Once the doors opened and Leon looked up from his phone, he laughed at your flustered face and you groaned, hands on your face.
âAm I really that red?â you asked.
âReally.â
You groaned a little more and pushed him out of the way, heading out the door and walking down the streets to go to the diner the Lafortezaâs were at to enjoy a meal before her opening night.
You all sat near the first row where you all could see the production, but not too close that you could barely see anything. Tita Carla knew the best spots. Sheâs been here since she was a kid. With her help, you all got the perfect view of the play.
The musical was something you werenât used to. You moved from the States to the Philippines rather late, so the musicals that they held were completely different from the western shows. Just by a bit.
When you sat through the show and watched and listened, your eyes never left Sophiaâs position on the stage. She was shimmering in her playâs outfit and looked absolutely stunning until the lights. The stage was meant for her as it called her name. You barely understood the plot as your complete focus was on Sophia the whole time.
You didnât even start clapping and cheering Sophia on when she bowed. She was justâŠ
âAmazing!â her father, Tito Godfrey, exclaimed as he lifted his daughter. Sophia squealed lightly before wrapping her arms around his neck, pulling him in and letting him lift and spin her around.
âOkay, okay! Enough!â she laughed before he settled her down. Her mother came after him, moving to kiss her cheeks and praise her hard work on stage.
Her brothers gave her light compliments, Sophia teasing the hell out of Oreo before Leon and Basil. Then, her attention turned to you as the other boys followed Tita Carla to greet the other performers. Her hands were behind her back, interlocked and you stood there in front of her with that stupid tight tie and suit.
She walks up, her hands letting go of each other to touch the collar of your blazer.
âYou really didnât have to,â Sophia said as she moved her hands to your tie, looking at you with that soft gaze.
You blushed and your left hand moved to the back of your neck, rubbing the spot nervously, forcing heat to run down your body a little more. Sophia smiled.
âYour momâs really persuasive,â you excused.
Sophia snorts and shakes her head. âAnd Iâm not?â
âYou are!â
âSo why are you in a suit and tie?â
Your mouth hangs open for a moment and you close it. âI wanted to look good for your opening nightâŠâ
Sophia shakes her head and her hands move to tussle your nested waxed hair. âDonât dress like this if youâre going to come tomorrow and all the other days.â
You nodded your head and Sophia hummed.
âI read your letter,â she said quietly, her gaze locking on your tie.
âDid you?â
She nodded her head in confirmation before her eyes moved to look into yours. âIt was sweet. I really needed that encouragement.â
You mirrored her emotions, this time adding a spark of relief in your eyes.
âI was nervous,â you admitted, the words rolling off of your tongue quicker than you couldâve stopped it.
âDonât be,â Sophia said, her hands moving to lightly push your shoulders. âItâs just me, is it not?â
âItâs just Sophia.â
âThatâs right. Itâs just me. Me and you.â
You nodded your head and Sophia nodded hers as well before letting out a light laugh. She takes a moment for the situation to calm before she breathes in.
âWas IâŠgood?â she asked you quietly.
âMore than good. Gosh, Sophie, you were a star,â you blurted out immediately. âI couldnât even pay attention to the plot because you were so good on that stage. Even if you did nothing.â
When you stop talking, your stomach twists at the silence that lingers.
âWas that too much?â you asked her and Sophia immediately shakes her head.
âI liked that. I liked what you said. I- I wanted to hear that from you.â
You breathed in and out, âGood. Because you were really good, Sophia.â
âAlright, enough!â she laughed as she turned her head quickly, her hair slapping your face slightly. You blew air out of your slightly pursed lips and she laughed in front of you before her hand grabbed your wrist. âLetâs go meet the others.â
You went to the other plays after the opening night. Sophia saw you everyday and gave you a hug after every night. It was her last act of the musical season and you bought another bouquet of flowers. The ones she had at home were probably beginning to wither away by now. Instead of giving it to her preshow, you sat in the audience and waited until you saw her.
Throughout the days of coming to watch her perform alone, you slowly got a grasp of the plot. It was actually really simple to understandâwhy didnât you get it at first?
The curtains close after the bows and cheers and you move backstage instead. Sophia had told you that she instructed the crew members to let you come by. It took a lot of effort, but Sophia had promised youâd help clean up the setâŠand you had to promise that too.
You helped the crew first to get everything back in place. It took a whileâmaybe about an hour and thirty before you got to head back to see Sophia, butâŠ
âW- where are my flowers?â you thought out loud.
There were multiple âhuhâsâ that flew through the air as you looked at the many places you couldâve left it at.
There were questions that flew about as they looked around.
âIt- it was a bouquet. A bouquet of white and pink tulips. Some purple and blue wildflowers, too,â you rushed out of your lips as you rummaged to already put away equipment.
âOhâŠâ one person said after the words died. You turned around and they stopped and laughed awkwardly. âI thought it was aâŠa prop that we used and didnât need anymore.â
Your stomach dropped and you stood in your spot and stared down that person.
âWhat happened?â Sophia asked as she walked up from behind you.
You turned back and opened your mouth before that person cut in.
âI think I threw away her flowers for you!â they said loudly as they pointed at you.
You flinch at the claim and your stomach twists uncomfortably.
âHis flowers,â Sophia corrected firmly. Her head turns to you, âAnd itâs okay. I still have the flowers that you gave me on opening night.â
âTheyâre going to wither.â
âYou forget I know how to care for plantsâ she reminded you softly.
You took a moment for her words to sink in, your face relaxing its muscles. Sophia takes notice and she tugs your sweater.
âBuy me ice cream instead,â Sophia offered, âThatâll make up for my tossed flowers.â
âIâm sorry theyâre tossed.â
âIt wasnât your fault,â she murmured as her hands moved to wrap around your arm instead of the fabric of your sweater. âNow, câmon. If we donât go then the ice creamâll melt.â
You smiled faintly before following her out of the stage and out the auditorium stepping outside of the afternoon that was already slowly turning night.
âMmhâI forgot the last time I got ice cream,â Sophia said as she took the pink spoon out of her lips. You smiled lightly and scooped up another glob of ice cream from your cup.
âDidnât you have some when you went out with your family?â
Sophia looked at you like she had been caught and your smile widened.
âWith you,â she empathized before her spoon came by and took a bit from your own cup. You hummed, your hand adjusting to give her more of what she wanted.
You two walked down the streets of Manila a little more. Sophia guided you around slightly. She spoke gently as she told you about stories and more about what she and the cast had done during their rehearsals. She was lively as she spoke out about it, her voice bright which helped you make out what they have done during their time together as a cast.
At a park after the cups of ice cream were licked clean, you leaned against one of the park railings before Sophia rushed over to you. She sighed and leaned her body against yours from the side. She tilted her head up and her lips parted.
âThe stars,â she acknowledged. Your head moved to look up at them with her. Sophia keeps her eyes locked on them and her arms loop around your own.
You lean against her and she lets you.
She always does.
âAre you staying tonight?â Sophia asked as you both ended up in front of her house. It was around midnight, or even after midnight, after you two came back from hanging out. You looked at her and paused before she tugs your sleeve.
âPlease stay. I havenât gotten to hang out with you properly until tonight,â she said quickly. You paused and nodded your head without thinking. Sophia smiled and tugged your sleeve to enter.
âCall your parents,â she said as she gestures to the family phone on the kitchen island as you two enter her home. Her home had always been a second home in exchange for yours. Though, her home felt moreâŠhome than the one youâd go to. âWhen youâre done, come to my room.â
You nodded, a soft âokayâ escaping your lips before you reached for the phone. You grabbed it off the counter, searching for your motherâs contact and hesitating over the call button before you finally clicked it. After about less than a minute excusing yourself from home to stay with the Lafortezaâs, you ended the call and walked up the stairs. You stopped in front of Sophiaâs door and knocked twice, waited a beat, then once.
It was a rhythm the two of you made for one another.
There was a moment of silence and the faint sounds of rustling before the door opened. Sophia had changed into her matching PJs before showing you the pile of clothes that she had ready for you.
You changed in the bathroom across from her room, adjusting the shirt a few times and the sweats. Before you walked out, you took one last glance at the slight curve along your chest and your stomach twisted.
Your hands adjusted and pulled at the front of your shirt again before walking out of the bathroom and back into her room which she had cracked open for you.
You closed it behind you as you walked in, the door shutting but not locked. Your eyes took a moment to adjust around her room. Nothing changed, but something changed. You saw the bouquet of flowers that you had bought her when it was her opening night. Your letter was tucked under the vase securely and your heart stuttered for a moment.
âTheyâre not withering,â you stated as you walked over and touched the petals.
âI told you,â Sophia murmurs, âI take good care of plants.â
You smiled softly in agreement before her hand tugs you in without another word to get in bed with her. You two were facing each other, talking and laughing quietly in the dark until one of you fell asleep. It was no surprise that you had fallen asleep before Sophia did.
The morning came and Sophia was already awake with her head against your shoulder from behind, her face staring at her phone between your back and her front. You shifted and Sophia looked up, her lips twitching up.
âGood morning.â
âMmhâŠmorning, SophieâŠâ
Your stomach fluttered as soon as you saw someone pluck one out and rush down the stone path to another place. You turned your head back to Sophia who was still talking. She looks up, leaning in slightly to engage you into the conversation which worked.
You managed to reply to her words, your heart hammering violently behind your ribcage. After all these years, you have learned how to not have those measly voice cracks when she leans closer. Though, you knew she could sense your nervousness.
It always amused her. She said it herself.
âI saw the new LEGO sets by the store earlier today!â Sophia exclaims. âI think I might buy some for myself when I go back to the studioâŠâ
âWhat about me?â you blurt and Sophia laughs.
âI won't forget you, dummy. We could go after my lunch break is over or something,â she promised you quietly. You smiled and hummed with a confident nod.
âOh my GoshâŠâ you said in awe as you and Sophia walked through the store. Your hands reach to grab the new Chinese New Year LEGO set. After years, LEGO finally decided to include the Chinese New Year into their builds. Your hands run down the box and your eyes gawk at the sight of the many pieces.
âI could finish this in a day,â you murmured. Sophia turns her shoulder and she takes a moment to sink in the moment and how you looked. She smiles and walks over, peeking at the box with you.
âDragon dance, huh?â she mused as she saw the parade of the plastic figures. You hummed softly and your fingers traced the outline of the box.
âToo bad I donât got the moneyâŠâ you pouted before placing the box back on the shelf.
âCanât you get it another time?â she questioned.
âItâs seasonal,â you explained shortly as you looked at her. âIf they made one for the year of the dragon, Iâd probably save my money up for that.â
Sophia tilts her head and hums. âWell, you better start saving, huh?â
âIâm starting now.â
âI have something for you,â Sophia said as she waved the brown bag around. She had just gotten back from the Philippines as she stayed another week longer after you left. You tilted your head, letting her in before she settled on your couch.
âFrom the Philippines?â you questioned as you hung her coat. âWhy didnât you get it when I was there with you?â
Sophia looked up and smiled, adjusting her glasses that were far too big (but suited her well) and waved her hand toward her and the couch. It was a small telling between the two of you to just shut up and open what she had gotten for you.
You sighed with a small smile and walked over, sitting beside her but across from her at the same time.
She handed you the bag and waited patiently as you opened the bag. You didnât peek in yet. You looked at her.
âShould I close my eyes?â
âIf you want.â
âDid you sneak Charlie or Chanel in this bag?â
Sophia laughs and her hands clap together, âMy babies?! In- in this little brown bag?â
You laughed with her. âYeah! I mean, I wouldnât know.â
Sophia shakes her head, âThe most I could fit would be Yoonchae, but not my Charlie or Chanel.â
You smiled, heart aching at her smile before your hands moved and grabbed the rectangular item out of the box. You took a moment to recognize the shape before your heart stopped. It was barely out of the bag.
âA LEGO set?â
Sophia shrugs. âTake it out, idiot. Iâm not gonna tell you.â
You smiled and huffed before taking it out from its vertical position. You hear the plastic clattering around each other and you paused.
âAre you serious?â you asked as soon as your eyes left hers to look at the box in your lap. Your brain stops.
Auspicious Dragon.
âAre you serious?!â you asked even louder and Sophiaâs smile grows wider at the excitement in your voice.
This year, 2024, was the year of the dragon. You so desperately wanted to buy it this year, but Christmas got in the way. Your wallet was spent and you didnât have time to get yourself this set.
You looked at Sophia and pushed the box and bag out of the way, wrapping your arms around her and hugging her tightly like she was going to disappear.
âThank you so much, FifiâŠâ you said with a cracking voice.
âAre you seriously going to cry?â Sophia asked in a much more concerned tone than a teasing tone.
âYou remembered from so many years agoâŠâ you cried out and Sophia laughed lightly, her hands running over your shoulders and back to soothe you.
âHow could I forget? Youâre my bestest and most favoriteâŠâ she admitted casually. You felt your heart ache a little more and you felt hot tears rush.
After a couple of minutes later, you managed to gather yourself together. Sophia turned the TV on and you brought your coffee table closer. She put Modern Family in the background and spoke to you as you built your set. It took you a while because Sophia made you take a few minutes to settle your fingers down, making sure they donât get calloused, before you went back. Even after those breaks, you managed to finish the set before the end of the day.
You let the finished product sit on the coffee table, adjusting the hands and claws on the dragon before looking at Sophia who was admiring the finished build. She looked at you after a couple moments and you both went for a hug.
âThank you againâŠâ you whispered in her ear.
Sophia squeezes you. âAlways for you, Yn.â
âYou know I got back into journaling again?â Sophia informs you quietly as she swipes through her phone.
âYeah?â you say for confirmation and she nods her head.
âIt was during tour,â Sophia added as she moved beside you, swiping through photos of her drawings and more. âDonât they look good?â
âTheyâre more than good, Sophia,â you tell her as you zoom in to look at the precise details. Sophia is talented and gifted.
âI could do a bit better,â she murmurs. âI messed up over a few, but I made sure to cover those lines up.â
You hummed and your fingers swiped through before you paused.
âStill use those glittery pens from grade school?â you ask with a smile and Sophia nods.
âThey still work!â
âBarely.â
âWell, I found duplicates for the ones that dry out, so.â
âThatâs good,â you murmur. You knew how much she loved those glittery or metallic pensâeven if they were cheap and ran out of ink within a week or two of using it constantly.
âThose are going to run out, yâknow?â you told Sophia as she placed the plastic box of glittery pens into the basket.
She looks up at you. âAt least they make me happy.â
You smiled lightly. âAt least they do.â
Sophia smiles at your light agreement before she skips off into another aisle. You watch her go and you look into the basket and grab the box. You look at the different colours and flip it back to read the labels. Itâll run out quickly and you both know it.
Youâll buy her the more expensive ones later in the future.
The only times youâve seen Sophia use the pens were to write on your notesheets, homework, or notebook whenever you two sat next to each other. Just to bother you. She left notes and doodles and used her signature coloured pen to write down if you wanted to hang out after school and all that. It was cute. If someone passed you a note during class or school and it had the sparkling pen and signature crown, it was Sophia.
You always agreed to her plans as well. You didnât hesitate to head toward the courtyard, the lunch room, or any other place she said to meet her at. And as expected, sheâd be there waiting with a smile on her lips as soon as you saw her.
You accidentally swiped a little more and your fingers paused at the sight. Sophia went to the Philippines without you this year to celebrate Christmas. You were caught up with our own friends in California, so you laid off spending time with your second family for a bit to see your other family.
Your eyes stay on the red dress she wore for the New Years party she attended. She had someoneâs borrowed blazer over the dress, but she looked amazing. Your head stopped working for a moment.
âProm?â you questioned as Leon looked at you and Sophia.
âYeah,â he said. âAre you two going?â
You and the Filipina exchange looks, a silent yes and no between the look of your eyes. Leon takes a moment to let you guys talk before you shake your head.
âI donât really want to go,â you admit. Sophia nods with you.
Leon sighed and his shoulders slump. âYou two donât know how to have fun.â
âMaybe next year.â
âThere is no next year!â he said and Sophia ends up laughing at his little complaint.
You and Sophia were out in the schoolâs courtyard after school. You both were leaning on each otherâs backs, waiting for Leon to finish up with his last class so the three of you could go out and eat before parting.
âAre you really considering not going?â Sophia asked you as she fidgeted around with her skirt.
You hummed, âYeah. I meanâI donât know who Iâd go with.â
âYou can just go with your friends. Thatâs what Leon is doing.â
âI thought he had a date.â
âHe mightâŠI dunno.â
You let her words rest. âAre you wanting to go?â Sophia hesitated to answer, but the silence gave you an answer: yes.
âYou should go with him.â
âBut if heâs going with someone, then I wouldnât want to third wheel them.â
âI doubt heâll let that happen.â
âItâs his date, Yn.â
Thereâs another small pause before Sophia sighed. âIâll just ask someone to go with me.â
Your stomach twisted and you looked at your lap. Your fingers picked at your nails.
âYou wanna go that bad?â
âItâs our last year,â Sophia said as she tossed her head back against you.
You breathed in and sighed. âIâll go with you, that way we can tease the heck out of Leon and his date.â
âOh, you know weâll make him nervous. Did you see the way he looked at us when we cheered him loudly when he did his promposal?â she asked. You can hear the smile in her voice and you smiled too.
âOf course I saw it. He was embarrassed by us.â
âThatâs our goal on prom night,â Sophia said, âTease him until he bursts.â
âDeal.â
Prom night came quicker than you had wanted it to. You were in the Lafortezaâs household pacing around nervously. You were in that suit and tie that you swore to her opening night. It was your only set, to be honest.
âYn.â
You turned around to see her dad holding a variety of his own ties.
âOh, Tito GodfreyâI really donât need another.â
He tuts and walks over to you. âYou need something new if you want to look grand in front of my daughter, son.â
He brings the tie to the front of the one you have, trying to match the colours.
âMake sure you both have a good time,â Godfrey tells you as his fingers move to undo the tie that you have on currently.
âItâs your last year. Make the most out of it.â
âWe still have college,â you said awkwardly.
âAhâbut you never know. You might be studying in the States and Sophia might be studying here. Or the other way around depending on which colleges you two decide to go to. The same college probably wonât accept the both of you,â he explains shortly as he looks at you. You look up and he pops your collar up.
Before he could even begin to colour match the ties again, he looks behind you and at the top of the steps. Your eyes held curiosity and you turned around.
There she was.
Red dress that wasnât too much or too little and her makeup done nicely. Her hair wasnât all too special, but it still looked pretty. She looked gorgeous.
âRed tie might suit you better. That way you two matchâŠâ Godfrey mused as he grabbed his red tie and turned you around. You lifted your head up as he tied the knot. You can faintly hear Tita Carla give Sophia the same lecture that Tito Godfrey had just given you.
You felt his hands twiddle the tie around your neck, putting the collar down before he pulled back. He looksâŠproud. You felt the familiar embrace of Sophiaâs hands wrap around your arm and she looked at you with gentle and patient eyes. They drifted to look at the tie and hummed.
âYou look good in red with me,â she said to you as she pulled you away from her dad. You followed after her without a word and looked down at her dress and back up at her face, nodding in agreement.
âYou look better in red,â you blurted. Your mouth went agape and you took a moment to register what you had just said. Sophia laughed lightly.
âCan we just get going?â Sophia asked as she moved a hand to cover her growing smile. You nodded your head at her words after a moment and watched her leave and you followed quickly.
Prom night was over. The lights and music were dying and people were beginning to leave. Leon and his date were just a few seats away from yours and Sophiaâs.
âMy heelsâŠâ Sophia complains with a groan, her hands moving to take her heels off. She was tucked in your blazer that you had taken off, heels off and feet tucked up on the bleachers.
You turn in your seat to face her and your hands move to grab her heels, placing them between your bodies.
âWhen does your mom come to pick us up?â you asked as you watched her fingers rub at the heel of her foot.
âIn a bit. MaybeâŠten to fifteen minutes?â Sophia guessed as she turned her head to look at you. She tucks the strand by her right ear up and she looks at her toes and the confetti on the floor in front of her. She looks like a mermaid fresh out of water.
Did that make sense?
You tilt your head and your fingers tug at your tie. âAre you glad I came?â
Sophia nodded her head and looked at you. âYou looked good with me on the floor. Iâm glad we got to do something fun in school for once.â
You smiled and she mirrored it before moving to rest her head against your shoulder, feet pressing against the top of your shoes so they wouldnât touch the gymnasium floor.
âYou look good in red,â you tell Sophia before looking up at her. She turns her head to look at you and laughs lightly.
âI look like the same girl who went out to prom with you,â she says with a smile. Your heart stutters at the reminder and you smile back at her.
âStill look good.â
âWouldâve looked better if you were with me in red,â Sophia adds in quickly as she clicks her phone off. âWe look good in red, remember?â
You stare at her for a moment, letting the small silence sink in. You donât even realize that your hands are almost touching and that you both are shoulder to shoulder.
âI think I like you,â you blurt out. The beat of silence lasts almost a year as the words sink into your own ears and hers.
âWhat?â
âW- what?â you stuttered. Your ears go red, then the heat creeps to your cheeks.
Sophiaâs brain short circuits at your blunt confession. She blinks a few times. âWhat?â
âW- what?â
Sophia pauses and her stomach twists like all of those times before.
âLike that?â
When your words echoed through her room, Sophia looked over the edge of her bed to look at your work. When you looked up at her, her eyes diverted from the loom bands and into your eyes. Her heart aches and hammers. She doesnât say anything. Itâs like the air had been punched out of her.
Suddenly, the bands from the plastic kit explode all over. The bands ripped. Some broke while some flew across the room and floor. Sophia couldnât help it. She laughed loudlyâalmost in your ear.
âShut it!â you exclaimed quietly as you rubbed your wrist.
Sophiaâs laughter doesnât die down. Her eyes, still squinting from the humorous incident, move to see that your free hand had begun to rub at your wrist. She catches her breath, a toothless smile playing. After she manages to keep herself in check, Sophia slips down from the bed and to the floor near you. The bands around her fingers roll off as she forces them to, her work being put to the side as she focuses on you. Her fingers grab at your wrist and her fingers burn under your skin.
You hated holding hands with anyone. You disliked the uncomfortable feeling of your sweaty hands against someoneâs soft skin. Youâve said it before to her when she attempted to hold your hand. You were used to it before, but you changed that little rule.
âHow hard could it have possibly hit you?â Sophia asked as she ran her thumb across the skin gently. There was a beat of silence that passed and Sophia looked up. Youâre staring at her, and after three seconds your mouth hangs for five. Sophia giggled and her free hand moved to push your chin up.
âYouâre going to drool if you do that,â Sophia jokes.
âOr worse,â she adds after a moment, her brows rising to add to the tension, âflies will enter.â Her finger squeezes your wrist and tilts her head. âHow hard did it hit you?â
Your wrist retracts from her fingers and her lips twitch into a frown before she regains her confidence again. Itâs not like youâre leavingâyou just pulled your hand away.
âNot hard, I guess. But it did sting for a while,â you informed her.
Sophia hums before she moves to collect the nearby elastics that were under her palms. âAt least you arenât bleeding, huh?â
âYeah,â you agreed with her, âat least Iâm notâŠâ
She collects a few and turns back to you, her lips in her signature smile. She adjusts her position so that sheâs a little closer to you. âNeed me to teach you again?â
âYes. Please,â you said. Her eyes caught sight of your hand reaching over and she fisted her hand, keeping the bands away from you before she uncurled her fingers to look at the colours. Using her free hand, her finger sorts through the bands before she moves to the box which holds more.
âIâll make yours,â she offered softly as her fingers plucked a few more bands to make your bracelet for you. âAnd you make one for me.â
âWhat colour would you like?â you asked her.
She looked at your hovering hand before she hummed in thought. âYou know my favorite colours,â Sophia tells you. âIâll do tri-colour, so do the same.â
From the corner of her eye, she watched you pick out the perfect colours for her. Pink, purple, blue.
âAlright,â she said softly as she began to knot the bands into place around her fingers. Sophia knew you were fairly new to this, so she took her time. She was patient with youâshe always was.
âThere you go,â she praised quietly after a few moments, âYou got the rhythm now, donât you?â
âI think so,â you replied as your cheeks tightened. She smiled lightly. You were biting your tongue. Instead of distracting you, she moved to finish your bracelet in her hands. Her fingers moved quickly, finishing it up within five minutes while you were a third finished.
She looks at the length of the bracelet before her fingers reach for your left hand again. When she held your wrist, your skin was burning hot against hers again. She breathed in quietly but deeply. Sophia felt your body relax. You were taking your focus off of your bracelet because she had you occupied. She felt her eyes on you. Her fingers move to wrap the bracelet around the measure and hummed when itâs the correct length. She lets go and finishes the design up before grabbing the small plastic figure eight and hooking it around the bands.
âThere we go,â she murmured as she rolled the bracelet onto your wrist. She smiles softly at the sight, her hands adjusting the bracelet around so that the plastic hook is around your pulse point. In reality, she wanted to keep holding you closer until you pulled back again. She hums, looking up as her fingers find home around your wrist.
âLooks good,â you cracked out.
Sophia smiles a little more, her right dimple being exposed.
âAre you still going through puberty?â she teased as one of her hands moved to poke your cheek. âThat was cute.â
She didnât mean for those words to slip. Sure, it was cute, but she didnât want to admit that. That was like confessing that sheâ
Her thoughts are broken as soon as the bands from your fingers explode again. It hits her skin and yours. She yelped softly, her body jolting and her fingers leaving your wrist.
Though, when her fingers left your wrist, yours immediately found hers.
âIâm sorry. Iâm sorry, Sophie,â you apologized immediately as you discarded your work. She felt your hands move to her forearms now instead of her wrists. Sophia looks at you and her hands find yours as well. Sheâd never admit it, but sheâs feeling more flustered than ever being in your hands
âHey,â she cooed. âYouâre okay.â Her hands on your forearms began to caress the skin, silently guiding your face up with her gaze. When you look up, she smiles lightly.
âItâs not like Iâm bleeding, right?â she questioned, repeating her words from before when she comforted you. She watches as your eyes scan her face, then her wrists, and nod.
âRight,â Sophia hummed in agreement. âNow, letâs remake the bracelet for me. I like the nice colours you chose.â
âTheyâre your favorite. That's why you like them,â you inform her, hands scrambling to grab the ruined product. Sophiaâs heart thumps. You remembered all three of them.
âOf course,â she replied with a small furrow of her brow and smile. âIâm glad you remembered that.â
It was an hour and a halfâmaybe more, before Sophia got to showcase her talent on stage once more. Though, tonight felt different. Sophiaâs stomach was twisting like she had just been on a roller coaster and she didnât know why. Itâs never happened before.
Sheâs in her room preparing her makeup and outfit before the show before suddenly thereâs a knock on the door. She turns around from facing the mirrors and she walks over, unlocking the door and opening it.
Sheâs surprised to see one of the crew members holding a bouquet of flowers in their hands while talking into the mic. They hand it over quickly and Sophia grabs it. She couldnât even ask who it was from. If it were her parents, sheâd probably get the flowers when she was home and not before her opening day.
Her fingers trace over the enveloped letter and that twisting stomach churned even tighter.
It was you.
Sophia moved to the vanity, placing the flowers down and ripping the envelope open quickly, fingers careful and precise. Her eyes skimmed over the written letters, your handwriting messy but still readable. She couldnât help the small smile that formed on her lips as she read through the whole thing. Her heart ached before she snapped out of it. If youâre really here, then sheâll put on a better performance than she did during rehearsals.
After the show, Sophia walked to the front and bowed. She heard the hooting and hollering from her family, especially her dad. She found them in the crowd easily. She saw your face and the way your eyes shimmered as you stared at her. Her eyes took a moment to gaze upon your suit and tie.
Idiotâyou didn't have to go all out, she thought.
Your faceâshe couldnât decipher it. She was still up front, so she tried her best to keep her smile until the end of the show.
âAmazing!â her father exclaimed, his arms wrapping around Sophia. She squealed lightly before her arms went around his neck, pulling him in. She feels the world spin and lift for a moment, making her excitement rush through the roof.
âOkay, okay! Enough!â she laughed before he settled her down. When he sets her down, she feels her mother grab her face and kiss her cheek, forehead, and head in praise which made Sophia flush in embarrassment but pride in her act.
Her brothers came by after and gave her light compliments, Sophia teasing the hell out of Oreo before Leon and Basil. Then, her attention turned to you as the other boys followed her mom to greet the other performers. Her hands were behind her back as she interlocked them tightly. At this point, her hands were bound to crack or break. She walks up slowly, reluctantly releasing her grip on her to reach and grab at your blazer.
âYou really didnât have to,â Sophia said as she moved her hands to your tie, looking at you with that soft gaze. She watched as your hand rubbed the back of your neck. She canât help but smile. Youâre cute.
âYour momâs really persuasive,â you excused.
Sophia snorts and shakes her head. âAnd Iâm not?â
âYou are!â
âSo why are you in a suit and tie?â
Your mouth hangs open for a moment. Her brow raises as she waits.
âI wanted to look good for your opening nightâŠâ you admit after a while.
Sophia shakes her head and her hands move to tussle your nested waxed hair. âDonât dress like this if youâre going to come tomorrow and all the other days.â
You nodded your head and Sophia hummed.
âI read your letter,â she said quietly, her gaze locking on your tie, avoiding eye contact. She knew that if she continued to keep staring up into your eyes then she would be even more nervous than you.
âDid you?â you murmured.
She nodded her head in confirmation before her eyes moved to look into yours. âIt was sweet. I really needed that encouragement.â
When you looked back at her, she saw the relief and tension leave both your face and eyes at the same time, your muscles relaxing.
âI was nervous,â you admitted.
âDonât be,â Sophia quickly assured, her hands moving to lightly push your shoulders. Theyâve lingered on your tie for too long. âItâs just me, is it not?â
âItâs just Sophia.â
âThatâs right. Itâs just me. Me and you.â
She watched you nod your head and she mirrored your movements before letting out a light laugh. She takes a moment for the situation to calm before she breathes in.
âWas IâŠgood?â she asked you quietly. Her voice was laced with a hint of insecurityâsomething she had waited to ask you since she got off the stage.
âMore than good. Gosh, Sophie, you were a star,â you blurted out immediately. Sophiaâs face lights up and her lip part to talk, but you keep going. âI couldnât even pay attention to the plot because you were so good on that stage. Even if you did nothing.â
When you stop talking, the pause lingers as Sophia struggles to find her words.
âWas that too much?â you asked her and Sophia immediately shakes her head.
âI liked that. I liked what you said. I- I wanted to hear that from you.â
âGood. Because you were really good, Sophia.â
âAlright, enough!â she laughed as she turned her head quickly, trying to hide the blush that was coating her face, her hair slapping your face slightly. She heard you blow air out of your slightly pursed lips and she laughed in front of you before her hand grabbed your wrist. âLetâs go meet the others.â
Sophia saw you after every play and gave you a hug after every night. You finally followed her orders and wore much more comfortable clothes after opening night.
After about an hour and a half, Sophia cleans herself up. The makeup was off, her mic was off, and her outfit was changed into something else more comfortable. When she walked onto the stage where the crew was cleaning up, her brows furrowed when she saw the sight of people scrambling around the stage.
âWhat happened?â Sophia asked as she walked up from behind you.
You turned around. Your face was visibly distressed and her concern crept even more.
âI think I threw away her flowers for you!â they said loudly as they pointed at you.
Sophia felt her stomach drop at the accusatory pronoun.
âHis flowers,â Sophia corrected firmly in instinct. Her head turns to you, âAnd itâs okay. I still have the flowers that you gave me on opening night.â
âTheyâre going to wither.â
âYou forget I know how to care for plantsâ she reminded you softly. When she said that, she saw your face relax at the reminder. Her fingers reached out and tugged your sweater so that youâre away from the crew.
âBuy me ice cream instead,â Sophia offered, âThatâll make up for my tossed flowers.â
âIâm sorry theyâre tossed.â
âIt wasnât your fault,â she murmured as her hands moved to wrap around your arm instead of the fabric of your sweater. You didnât like holding hands. âNow, câmon. If we donât go then the ice creamâll melt.â
âMmhâI forgot the last time I got ice cream,â Sophia lied quietly as she took the pink spoon out of her lips.
âDidnât you have some when you went out with your family?â
Sophia looked at you. Sheâs be caught. Your smile widened. That made her smile too.
âWith you,â she empathized before her spoon came by and took a bit from your own cup. She watched as your hand tilted your cup to share and she came a little closer to have a bit more of your own.
Sophia guided you around the streets of Manila. She spoke gently as she told you about stories and more about what she and the cast had done during their rehearsals. She loved every moment of it, her voice bright and lively as she remembered the moments in her head.
At a park after the cups of ice cream were licked clean, Sophia rushes to you on the playground after tossing away the cups. She sighed and leaned her body against yours from the side, feeling your body heat against hers. She tilted her head up and her lips parted.
âThe stars,â she acknowledged quietly. She felt your head lift; youâre looking with her. She keeps her eyes locked on them and her arms loop around your singular arm instinctively.
You lean against her and she lets you because she wants you to. She always wants you to lean on her.
âAre you staying tonight?â Sophia asked as you both ended up in front of her house. It was around midnight, or even after midnight, after you two came back from hanging out. She saw the hesitancy in your eyes after a few seconds. She tugs your sweater in a whiny manner.
âPlease stay. I havenât gotten to hang out with you properly until tonight,â she said quickly. You took your time to think over her words before she saw that small nod. She smiles and doesnât hesitate to drag your arm inside.
âCall your parents,â she said as she gestures to the family phone on the kitchen island as you two enter her home. âWhen youâre done, come to my room.â
You nodded, a soft âokayâ escaping your lips before she left. Sophiaâs brain was empty and fogged with nothing but you at this moment. When she moved into her room, she moved into her clothes rather quickly. It was a PJ set from the night before. She cleaned her room around for a bit before she heard the familiar knocks.
Two knocks.
Nothing.
One more.
It was a rhythm the two of you made for one another.
Sophia moved around the room, rushing to grab a few clothes that she knew would fit you before opening the door. She saw you and she extended her hands.
âTheyâre not withering,â you stated as you walked in with her clothes. She felt her knees buckle. You looked good in her clothes. You touched the petals as you came over.
âI told you,â Sophia murmurs as she sits on her bed, âI take good care of plants.â
You smiled softly in agreement before her hand tugs you in without another word. She wanted you with her in her bed. You two were facing each other, talking and laughing quietly in the dark until one of you fell asleep. It was no surprise that you had fallen asleep before Sophia did.
When you did, Sophia took a moment to admire your face. Her fingers ghosted your cheek and jawline, tracing the shape from above as she didnât want to wake you. You were gorgeous. Her stomach flipped and she swallowed before you turned your back on her. She sighs and pulls her hands back, closing her eyes herself.
When the morning came, Sophia was the first to wake. Sophia didnât wake you up. Sheâd give you the rest you neededâeven if you were to rest for years to come. She smiles softly, resting on her elbow and looming over to look at you. Her lips parted and her breath hitches.
Was this what it feels like to wake up next to you every morning?
Her heart aches at the thought and she lays back down with a shaky sigh before reaching for her phone to distract herself. After about three or four hours, you shifted and Sophia looked up, her lips twitching up.
âGood morning.â
âMmhâŠmorning, SophieâŠâ
âOh my GoshâŠâ Sophia heard you say as you two walked around the store. Sophia turns her shoulder and she takes a moment to sink in the moment and how you looked. You lookedâŠoddly adorable as you stared at the box in your hands. She smiles and walks over, peeking at the box with you.
âDragon dance, huh?â she mused as she saw the parade of the plastic figures. You hummed softly and your fingers traced the outline of the box.
âToo bad I donât got the moneyâŠâ you pouted before placing the box back on the shelf.
Youâre so cute.
âCanât you get it another time?â she questioned as she looked up at you.
âItâs seasonal,â you explained shortly as you looked at her. âIf they made one for the year of the dragon, Iâd probably save my money up for that.â
Sophia tilted her head and hummed. âWell, you better start saving, huh?â
âIâm starting now.â
âWait,â Sophia said as she stopped Leon. âI want to get something for Yn.â
Sophia was back in the Philippines after SISâ promotion. She finally got to go celebrate her birthday, Christmas, and New Years with her family and friends. You came along with her, obviously, but Sophia decided to stay a week longer. Why? For this exact reason.
Leon looks around and follows Sophia around the mall. âLike what?â
Sophia doesnât answer. She flicks open her phone and hands it over to him without another word as she continues to map around the store windows. Leon looks at the screen. It was a LEGO kit of the Auspicious Dragon. It was a limited edition Chinese New Years kit and it had released just a week or a few days ago.
âAnd you wonât get me something like that?â Leon complained with a frown as he handed her phone back to Sophia.
Sophia turned to look at him and Leon paused. âSorryâŠâ
The silence lasted through the whole walk before Leon broke it. âHow are you two doing anyway?â
âLeon, how do I know if I truly like him?â Sophia asked him with a light whine. âLikeâŠthere are moments where I feel heâs just a very close friend and my bestest friend, but there are moments where I wonder if he actually can be more.â
âWellâŠâ Leon murmured, âDo you feel one way more than the other?â
âI feel like he can be moreâŠâ
âThen, thereâs your answer, Sophie. Donât doubt your feelings. Youâve been feeling this way since high school. Nothing will hurt the both of you more than if you donât tell him.â
Sophia looks at him and sighs. âWhen did you get so poetic?â
âEver since I graduated college.â
âOhâwhateverâŠâ
âI have something for you,â Sophia said as she waved the brown bag around. She watched as your face twisted in confusion and she smiled even more.
âFrom the Philippines?â you questioned as you hung her coat. âWhy didnât you get it when I was there with you?â
Sophia looked up and smiled, adjusting her glasses before her hand waved toward her and the couch. It was a small signal for you to just shut up and open what she had gotten for you.
You sighed with a small smile and walked over, sitting beside her but across from her at the same time.
She handed you the bag and waited patiently as you opened it slowly. You didnât peek in yet. You looked at her.
âShould I close my eyes?â
âIf you want.â
âDid you sneak Charlie or Chanel in this bag?â
Sophia laughs and her hands clap together, âMy babies?! In- in this little brown bag?â
You laughed with her. âYeah! I mean, I wouldnât know.â
Sophia shakes her head, âThe most I could fit would be Yoonchae, but not my Charlie or Chanel.â
She watches as you smile before your hand sinks into the brown bag. She can see the gears turning in your head.
âA LEGO set?â
Sophia shrugs. âTake it out, idiot. Iâm not gonna tell you.â
âAre you serious?â you asked when you took the box out. The box was now in your lap and Sophia smiles lightly.
âAre you serious?!â you asked even louder and Sophiaâs smile grows wider at the excitement in your voice, her hands clasping together. When you snapped out of admiring the box, your arms slapped the bag and box away and hugged Sophia. She took a moment to register your touch before she hugged you back.
âThank you so much, FifiâŠâ you said with a cracking voice.
âAre you seriously going to cry?â Sophia asked, her tone teasing but way more concerned than it is funny.
âYou remembered from so many years agoâŠâ you cried out and Sophia laughed lightly, her hands running over your shoulders and back to soothe you.
âHow could I forget? Youâre my bestest and most favoriteâŠâ she admitted casually. The words left a bittersweet taste on her tongue. Bestest and most favorite what? Best friend?
After a couple of minutes later, you managed to gather yourself together with the help of Sophia. She turned the TV on and you brought your coffee table closer to build.. She put Modern Family in the background and spoke to you as you built your set. It took you a while because Sophia made you take a few minutes to settle your fingers down, making sure they donât get calloused, before you went back. Even after those breaks, you managed to finish the set before the end of the day.
When you finished building and adjusted the hands and claws on the figure, Sophia admired your superstition to keep the dragon intact. She loved it. When you look at her, her gaze lifts to yours seconds later. Thereâs a silent plea to hug and Sophia follows it. You followed it too.
âThank you againâŠâ you whispered in her ear.
Sophia squeezes you. âAlways for you, Yn.â
âThose are going to run out, yâknow?â you told Sophia as she placed the plastic box of glittery pens into the basket.
She looks up at you. âAt least they make me happy.â
You smiled lightly. âAt least they do.â
Sophia smiles at your light agreement before she skips off into another aisle. She knew they were going to run out, but how else were you going to tell which notes were from her and your other friends?
The only times Sophia actually used the pens were to write on your notesheets, homework, or notebook whenever you two sat next to each other. Just to bother you. She left notes and doodles and used her signature coloured pen to write down if you wanted to hang out after school and all that. If someone passed you a note during class or school and it had the sparkling pen and signature crown, it was Sophia.
As expected, you were always in the spots where Sophia had asked you to meet her at or in. You were loyal.
Sheâd never admit it, but Sophia used those pens to draw you out. During class time, Sophia would spend her time drawing you. She needed to improve her realism skills. Mainly when it came to drawing people. Her fingers worked perfectly as she worked on different parts of your face everyday. From your nose, lips, eyes, and eyebrows, she made them all out before she could even put them all together.
Like a puzzle.
Though sheâd never tell you that you were one of her best and biggest muses. If Sophia ever messed your face up, sheâd never forgive herself to managing to mess up someone as perfect as you.
Every time you fell asleep, Sophia opened her journal quickly with precision and sketched you out. She started off with pencil, then moved to pen because you were more than just a grey colour. You had more to you.
âProm?â you questioned as Leon looked at you and Sophia.
âYeah,â he said. âAre you two going?â
Sophia looks at you with a bit of hope in her eyes, but yours disagreed with her.
âI donât really want to go,â you admit. Sophia nods with you, lying under her teeth and she knew you knew she was lying.
Leon sighed and his shoulders slump. âYou two donât know how to have fun.â
âMaybe next year.â
âThere is no next year!â he said and Sophia ends up laughing at his little complaint.
You and Sophia were out in the schoolâs courtyard after school. You both were leaning on each otherâs backs, waiting for Leon to finish up with his last class so the three of you could go out and eat before parting.
âAre you really considering not going?â Sophia asked you after a moment, her finger fidgeting with her skirt.
You hummed, the vibrations running down her spine, making her shiver slightly. âYeah. I meanâI donât know who Iâd go with.â
âYou can just go with your friends. Thatâs what Leon is doing.â
âI thought he had a date.â
âHe mightâŠI dunno.â
âAre you wanting to go?â
Sophia hesitated to answer. She thought you knew she wanted to go. She stayed quiet, but the silence gave you an answer: yes.
âYou should go with him.â
âBut if heâs going with someone, then I wouldnât want to third wheel them.â
âI doubt heâll let that happen.â
âItâs his date, Yn.â
Thereâs another small pause before Sophia sighed in annoyance at the earlier miscommunication and the disapproval of going to prom from you.
âIâll just ask someone to go with me,â she said reluctantly. She wanted to have gone with you.
âYou wanna go that bad?â
âItâs our last year,â Sophia replied quickly as she tossed her head back against you.
She heard you breathe in and outâshe also felt it from the rise and fall from your back. âIâll go with you, that way we can tease the heck out of Leon and his date.â
âOh, you know weâll make him nervous. Did you see the way he looked at us when we cheered him loudly when he did his promposal?â she asked with a smile
âOf course I saw it. He was embarrassed by us.â
âThatâs our goal on prom night,â Sophia said, âTease him until he bursts.â
âDeal.â
âMake sure to have fun,â Carla tells her as she adjusts the dress around Sophia. Sophia sighs and she looks at her mom with a frown.
âHe said he didnât want to go. What if I have fun and he doesnât?â
âHe will find the fun,â her mom assured Sophia, her voice certain and firm. âIf itâs with you.â
âBut how would you know, mommy? You donât know him like I do.â
âYouâre right,â she agreed, looking at her daughter with kind eyes. âBut I do know that whenever youâre with him in situations he doesnât want to be in, he smiles when youâre with him. I know that when someone brings you up, he lifts his head. Whenever someone says his name as well. And when someone mentions theatre. Or when he hears your voice in the room.â
Sophia pauses and Carla brings her in a hug.
âHe will have fun if youâre having fun with him.â
When Sophia walked down the steps, she saw her dad already looking. Then you took your sweet time to turn around to see her. Her heart throbbed and hammered. She wanted your praise and compliments.
âRed tie might suit you better. That way you two matchâŠâ her dad said. Sophia smiled as she watched him turn you around so he could put the tie on you.
When he finished, Sophia grabbed your arm to pull you away from her dad. To bring you into a different area. When she did, her eyes looked at the tie.
âYou look good in red with me,â she said to you. She saw as you nodded your head in agreement with her as your eyes drifted to her dress. She shifts under your gaze. It felt tantalizing.
âYou look better in red,â you blurted. She watched as your mouth opened to stop yourself right after you said that. She laughs.
âCan we just get going?â Sophia asked as she moved a hand to cover her blush, immediately pulling her head back as well. You nodded your head at her words. When she saw that you agreed, Sophia didnât grab you to drag you. Instead, she let you follow her because she was far too nervous to hold you.
Prom night was over. The lights and music were dying and people were beginning to leave. You were focused on how the night ended when Sophia was focused onâŠwellâŠ
âMy heelsâŠâ Sophia complains with a groan, her hands moving to take her heels off. Your blazer slips off of her shoulders, but her free hand moves to keep it around her as she takes her heels off. Once they were off, your hands didnât hesitate to grab them from the floor and place them between your bodies.
âWhen does your mom come to pick us up?â you asked her. Sophia rubs the heel of her foot before she hums and turns her head to look at you.
âIn a bit. MaybeâŠten to fifteen minutes?â Sophia guessed. Her hand moved to tuck her hair back, exposing the many piercings on her right ear as she stared at the gym floor and its confetti.
From the corner of her eye, she can see the way you tugged at your tie to loosen it. âAre you glad I came?â
Sophia nodded her head immediately and looked at you. âYou looked good with me on the floor. Iâm glad we got to do something fun in school for once.â
She saw that smile that formed and her heart jumped out of her chest. She couldnât hold it anymore. Sophia moves in and leans her head on your shoulder, her legs dropping from her chest to the floor. Except, her feet were on the top of your dress shoes to avoid the dirty floor of the gymnasium.
Sophia sucks in a breath, âI think I like you too, Yn.â
âWhat?â you repeat. Sophia laughs and she drops her phone between the two of you and cups your face to look at her.
âI know I like you,â she whispers more intimately now. You knew she didnât mean that as a friend. More than a friend. Like aâŠa partnerâor something.
Sophia pauses and she leans in, her lips pressing against your forehead softly. They linger and she pulls back to look at you with gentle eyes. The same ones that never lost their spark even after everything bad that has made her vulnerable in front of you.
âDo you want to go see the LEGO store?â
You nodded your head, not trusting your voice right now. You knew that if you spoke your voice would just crack. She smiles and she moves away to pack up. You followed after her. The silence was deafening but comfortable. After the containers were packed and you recycled the plastic box, Sophia came behind you with her arm around yours and the blanket in her other arm.
You reach to grab it and Sophia doesnât stop you. You look at your laced arms before you adjust yourself. Sophia lets you.
Your hand, surely but unsurely, moves and interlocks fingers with hers. Sophia stops, her brain forgetting what and who you were in this moment. She looks at your interlocked hands and you feel your body heat up. Your stomach twists and your hands begin to sweat. You donât like the feeling.
You shake your hand out of her grip and you shake your head. âNope. Noânot yet.â
Sophia took a moment and she burst out laughing before leaning against your arm. You smiled softly and looked down at her. Her fingers gently toy with the rubber elastic of the loom bracelet from years ago and you let her.
The whole walk and quiet talk to the store was an unspoken promise: youâre mine and Iâm yours.
spideyâs mic : ON,,, longest. fic. ever. this took about⊠five days? i donât remember⊠but here it is !! thank you so much for all the support as well : ( did i already mention that ? also, sorry for posting sophia so much. im open to all members. iâm just afraid iâll write them wrong and out of character đ i also didnât make those hogwarts KATZ for a reason⊠i might make hogwarts KATZ hcâs soon !! but no promises : )
This one may be the most obnoxious and entitled by far.
x reader fics have almost always been written in mind with the personal identity of the author, as it 1) makes writing the fic a bit easier, and 2) allows the author to create the representation that they want to see of themselvesâ something crucial if they present themselves as an identity that has far less fics written for them.
The above is not a problem, will never be a problem, and the fact that some of you are trying to make it a problem when it comes to identities that you do not personally align with is a problem.
In this fandom, we have people who are transmasc, studs, butches, and a litany of other identities that are in proxy to masculinity. So, naturally, when they write, they write with their identity in mind, so others can enjoy works more specific to them. These people (transmasc, studs, butches, etcâŠ) really arenât a majority, so avoiding these works (if you would want to do so) really isnât that hard; the classic âdonât like, donât readâ.
Some of you canât seem to do that though, and must reduce the people writing these fics to âugly malesâ is genuinely one of the most tone deaf things Iâve heard from this community in a while (lmfao).
Iâm going to make a very large assumption and say that the anon who sent that message is feminine leaning like myself.
Purpose of that anon message was to disparage masc!reader fics in favor of fem4fem ones, lets make that very clear. Simply because you donât relate to something, doesnât mean that others should stop writing for it, as youâre not the center of the universe and other people obviously find it important to them. Removing masc reader fics will not increase the amount of fem4fem ones, it really only makes people feel less welcome in the community. If you want fem4fem, thatâs great! Read that then and support authors who write for it. But thereâs no need to be an asshole to people who have other preferences than you, especially those who are of a marginalized identity.
Coming from a femme lesbian myself, I do have to say that there seem to be an abundance of fem4fem/gn reader in this fandomâ less so for masc readerâ so I have no idea why that person was even complaining about this, as if they canât just ignore what they donât like and read what they do.
Thereâs also a coat of transphobia with this, since some authors of masc reader fall somewhere on the tmasc spectrum⊠(Why are you demanding you see less of trans people⊠the transphobia brainworm really does deep doesnât itâŠ) but I digress.