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mina x gn reader
fluff, suggestive sorta, not proofread
Entering the suite, your hands brim with bouquets for Mina, the vibrant petals of orange, pink, and white nearly obscuring your view. Carefully, you navigate through the room, finding a spot on the antique vanity to set them down.
In the bustling scene of stylists, makeup artists, and assistants, everyone exudes a sense of fatigue yet they’re still committed. Glancing around, you search for Mina, as you overhear praises from her manager. Following the voice, you maneuver around the cables from the ring lights, making your way to the balcony, anticipation building with each step.
You reach the door and there she is, bathed in the soft glow of the setting sun. God, she’s so beautiful. Despite the casual luxury of her attire her relaxed demeanor contrasts with the elegance of her surroundings.
Leaning against the concrete railing of the balcony, her hair dances around her face, framing it like a halo, her eyes sparkling.
She strikes another pose, effortlessly shifting her stance as you lean against the door frame, completely in awe by her presence.
A graceful swipe of her hair to the side, and then she sees you. In an instant, her serious model demeanor fades, replaced by a gummy smile that lights up her face as she catches sight of you.
Another picture is snapped, capturing Mina’s radiant smile as she poses effortlessly. The manager excuses themselves, disappearing back inside, likely to discuss the schedule with the rest of the staff.
“Hey,” she sighs softly, pulling a hand out to reach for you. You walk up and gently take her hand in yours, answering back with a simple, “Hey.”
You both gaze at each other, small smiles playing on your lips, each showing a hint of shyness. Despite the passing years, you both still can't help but feel a rush of giddiness whenever you're together.
"How was the photoshoot?" you ask, but then you can't help but add, "You look breathtaking, have I told you?"
She giggles and squeezes your hand. "Yes, you did," she replies with a playful smile, "and it went well." She then looks down at her outfit and asks, "Do you like my clothes?"
You look down at her plain t-shirt, then her jeans, and suddenly, your gaze lingers a little longer. God… the way the Fendi undergarments peek over the waistband of her jeans and the tantalizing bit of skin showing in between… Gosh, what you’d do to bite that skin there—
“You’re staring, y/n,” Mina interrupts, her voice pulling you back to reality. She stretches back a bit, giving you a better view, a mischievous glint in her eyes.
You clear your throat, feeling a bit flustered by being caught, and quickly regain your composure. “Sorry,” you say with a chuckle, “I got lost in thought for a moment. But yes, I do like your clothes. They always leave a lasting impression.”
Mina raises an eyebrow, a playful glint in her eyes. “Oh? And what kind of impression are they leaving on you?” she asks with a smirk, leaning in closer.
Your cheeks flush as her proximity sends a flutter through your stomach. "Well," you start, your voice dropping to a husky tone, but then you can't help but tease back, "that's actually rich coming from you, Miss I have a staring problem."
As you tease Mina about her staring tendencies, a playful glint intensifies in her eyes. She leans in even closer, her breath warm against your skin, and murmurs, “Well, maybe I can’t help staring when I’m looking at something so irresistible.”
Your heart skips a beat at her words, and before you can reply, she closes the distance between you, capturing your lips in a soft, teasing kiss. It’s brief but electrifying, sending a surge of desire coursing through you.
You pull back slightly, a smirk playing on your lips. “Careful now,” you whisper, your voice laced with mock warning. “We don’t want to give the whole staff a show.”
Mina chuckles, her eyes sparkling mischievously. “Who says I mind putting on a show?” she retorts, her fingers tracing playful patterns on your arm.
Despite the temptation, she knows you’re right. With the entire staff bustling about inside, it wouldn’t be appropriate to take things any further. But the tantalizing promise of what could be hangs in the air between you.
Reluctantly, you pull away, but not before pressing a lingering kiss to Mina’s cheek. “Later,” you murmur, your voice low and husky with anticipation.
She smiles, her own lips tingling from the kiss. “Definitely later,” she agrees, her eyes alight with promise.
She then kisses your jaw, a soft smile gracing her lips, her shy demeanor returning. You can’t help but be drawn to her sweetness as you pull her along with you, leaving the balcony behind.
“I ordered fries, by the way,” you grin, your hand lingering on the mesmerizing hint of skin you so badly want to bite.
“Did you bring the ketchup?”
“Of course, my love,” you reply, a cheeky twinkle in your eye as you dig into your pocket, pulling out a small ketchup pouch. You hand it to her with a playful wink.
One last longing glance is shared and you both warily return to the bustling suite, the memory of your stolen moment on the balcony lingering in the air like a sweet secret.
Later.
#twice imagines#twice x reader#kpop imagines#gg x reader#twice scenarios#gg imagines#twice smut#mina x reader
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9 and 11? and 12 ofc 🫂🫂🫶
9. What's a story you'd love to write but haven't even started yet?
The bitter series and the sweet series😞 I’ve got it all planned out, but I don’t have the energy to start it? I really want to get it out there though!!
11. ls there a scene or anything in the WIP you are struggling with right now?
Not struggle, but I am lazy… I need to finish Ride to Daegu and Is it more!
12. Not a question, just a second kudos to send.
#i’m sending you hearts#and hugs#and sweet treats#for number 12#mwah!#thank you for the ask!#allfortzu#my tzuyu to my dahyun🥹
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7 from the asks!! feeling curious heheheh
🖍Post Any sentence from your wip
"I only give love when I want to make it"
"Can I miss you in the daylight?"
"If you change, I’ll change too"
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Every member of twice scream bottom. Sometimes powerbottom though. But still bottom. And i love it
Well maybe not jeongyeon 🙂
exactly!
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BloodRedRoses
(Chaeyoung x fem!reader)
Word count: 4.1k
Angst/Smut
Summary: Best friends to ???
TW: weed, blood, sex, cheating, Sana?, mentions of Jihyo. I think that’s it.
A/N: hey hi hello! Happy Chae day (early edition!) pls enjoy! :)
*edit* my dumbass forgot to tag @nr1chaedickrider for the pics! 🖤
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The couch is cold, leather against your face as you lay there numb, eyes freely releasing tears. Sniffling into the emptiness of your living room, reliving memories of you and your best friend’s last night of hanging out together.
—
“Chae! Let’s gooooo!” screaming from the edge of the sand. It’s 3 in the morning, humid as hell but she wanted to go to the beach. Her stress from her schedules made it hard for her to relax and you just wanted to see her smile.
God, her smile? She radiated diamonds when she giggled. Glowing and sparkling, refracting pure joy into everyone who saw it. It melted you instantly every time and she knew that.
Chaeyoung runs from your car, black sweatpants too big for her and your hoodie swallowing her whole, catching up to you and linking your arms together. Now she’s the one tugging you to the shoreline as you find your spot on the rundown lifeguard stand.
Studying the carvings of initials into the salt-soaked wood, taking your pocket knife out and getting to work on a new addition while Chae lights the joint carefully, taking a long drag and then passing it to you.
“Do you ever think about what the future holds?” exhaling the smoke as she stares into the waves from her seat on the rickety railing.
Joint hanging out of your mouth, looking up at her in awh, trying to actually hear what she just said. You were mesmerized by her, always.
“Y/n? You okay?” Glancing over to you with concern in her big brown eyes, knowing you had something to say and giving you the opportunity to speak your mind.
Panic flashes through you, pulling from the joint and then passing it back to her, trying to figure out what to say as she pokes you to tell her why you’ve been stuck in your own head.
“Yeah I’m okay.” melancholy laced in your words, continuing to carve a heart big enough to fit initials in, almost dissociating into the deepened grain of the wood. Imagining what life would be like with her as your girlfriend, you sigh heavily and she catches that too.
“You’ve been off for weeks…are you going to tell me what's up? I thought we told each other everything…” looking down at her hands and watching the smoke cascade off the joint before snuffing it out to relight later.
“Chae…” looking up at her again, immediately enthralled by her soft expression towards you. The care in her eyes visibly tracing your frame, waiting for you to let out what you’ve been holding in.
“I…like you.” immediately shutting your eyes and returning your attention to the carving trying to escape the discomfort of having just told your best friend of years that you had romantic feelings for her.
Through your peripherals you see her rotate to face you, expression dripping with grief, watching you chip away at the heart with your blade.
“Y/n…I’m kind of…seeing someone.”
—
Tear after tear falling from your eyes, face not even contorting at them anymore. The night you stopped speaking to Chaeyoung flashes in your mind at least three times a day, so the sting isn’t new but reliving that night definitely rubs salt into the wound.
It’s 2 in the morning when you decide it’s time to go to your favorite getaway location for the first time in about a month, wanting to create a new memory there by yourself so you can heal that part of you.
Rolling a joint for your adventure as you set off, trying to escape the sorrow of the wound that keeps reopening.
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Arriving at the parking lot and parking in your usual spot, you sit for a second. Sniffling and ruminating in the disdain you were feeling for the crisp ocean air, taking in the changes to the setting around you.
Hedges still line the sides of the parking lot, a few palm trees sway in the breeze, beach roses consuming the foliage even more than before, blooming in the moonlight.
Stepping out of the car and walking over to the flowers, you smell the rich sweetness they give off and go to pick one for yourself, only to be pricked by the thorns immediately.
“Shit!” dropping the flower instantaneously, thorns sticking out of your finger. Pulling them out one by one under the moonlight, dripping blood onto the rose on the floor, staining it with the sanguine colored liquid.
Putting your finger in your mouth to ease the bleeding, you head towards the tranquility of the beach and the familiar place, the lifeguard shack, to be alone with your thoughts.
Climbing the slope and viewing the graffiti, more initials than before etched into the frame of the small shack that was raised off the ground to avoid the water.
The heart you chipped into the paint a month ago has someone’s initials in it that you didn’t put there…suspiciously, they’re your initials.
Perplexed by this, you try not to assume who added to your art installation as you light your joint, attempting to burn the ends evenly so it doesn’t canoe. Something you were never good at, that’s why Chae was always in charge of the weed.
Pulling on the joint as you stare into the sea and think about how much you miss her. The long silly conversations, the meaningful moments, the way she always got you a little snack when you were grumpy, her knowing your coffee order by heart, and it was understandable she did. She was your best friend.
Always showing you unconditional love, even through telling you about her new boyfriend, your memories slip back into the night you last spoke.
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“Y/n…I’m kind of…seeing someone.” whispered to you through the waves, words causing a small wind within you, taking in the information that makes you nauseous.
Humidity sticks to every part of your skin, hiding the sweat from the rush of adrenaline when your hands start to shake. Seeing someone? Who? She hasn’t mentioned someone to you…
Spiraling at the thought of someone else taking that place in her life. Why hasn’t she mentioned her? Why wouldn’t she tell you about seeing someone? Weren’t you important to her?
“Y/n?…can you say something?” eyes shifting down at the floor. She knows what you’re going to say, just needing to hear it from your own lips before she assumes your next course of action.
“…I don’t have anything to say…” through soft tears you were hiding from her. They drip against your will, unable to hold them back when she gets up to hug you from behind. Hands on your stomach, cheek on your back and eyes closed, sniffling with you through the sadness.
“I don’t want to lose you…please say something…” the crack in her voice ruins you, reflecting the fracture she just chiseled into your heart.
“Who is it?” reverberates through your torso to her ears.
Chaeyoung can hear how shooken up you are, lungs quivering as you try to keep your breathing slow. She’s known for a while you felt this way, choosing to ignore it because she didn’t want you to vanish from her life because she wasn’t ready, only to assume you didn’t feel the same way now.
“I don’t think you truly want to hear about him…” replied coldly, still holding you tightly, unwilling to release you.
Heartbeat now racing at the pronoun she just laid out for you, realizing she was gripping you so tightly so you would run away from her.
“Him?! Chae I thought you we-” unhooking her from your body with some effort so you can face her, eyes drowning in your tears without your consent. You wipe the streams on your face, emotionally exhausted and sleep deprived.
She winces as you do. She knew this day was coming.
“Y/n, please just let me explain.” somewhat begging for you to hear her out, pulling on your sleeves and looking up at you, peering into your soul, framed in sadness.
“I’m happy for you…Can we leave?” flatly falls from your tongue.
“Y/n, please…” begging for another moment with you.
“Chae, I want to leave.”
—
It rings in your ears.
“Y/n please…”
Hearing it clear as day in your mind. You haven’t heard her voice since that night and thinking about it just pulls at your heart strings, playing the melody of regret for words unspoken.
Back against the front wall of the guard station, sliding down slowly until you were firmly seated on the ground. Pressing the filter of the joint to your lips and pulling a huge drag before you ash on the floorboards, watching the breeze sweep away the dust of gray and white.
Calm quiet waves and the weed comfort you through the ache of not having her around. Chest always swelling at the thought of her, wondering if she was happy, wondering if she remembered to eat that day…does he treat her right?
Sighing into the darkness, another pull, another ash, another gust as you sit in the depths of your emotions. Allowing your brain to take you through your thoughts of Chaeyoung without resistance.
“i was hoping you’d show up here eventually…Is this seat taken?” cuts through your mind's eye like a cleaver, startling you. Looking over to see a pair of familiar pajamas and an oversized hoodie, black hair flowing down from under the hood.
Those big brown puppy dog eyes glancing down at you, seeing your disheveled state, studying the faint tear streams down your cheeks and the small wet circular water marks on the floor beneath you. Pouting at you…Chae always hated to see you so sad. Especially because of the decision she made to date someone that wasn’t you.
Unsure of what to say, you just raised the joint up to her- extending an olive branch, a peace offering.
This made her absolutely beam at you, taking her place next to you and happily puffing away at the joint, giving a satisfied shimmy of the events currently taking place before plopping down next to you in the wooden floor.
Unable to contain yourself, you giggle as your body finally lets you relax. She was here, everything was going to be okay…right? Even with a false sense of security her presence gave you, you wished you could shake the feeling of missing her.
Exhaling quickly and turning to face you, making sure to make eye contact as she nudges your shoulder playfully.
“I missed you, dummy.” through the smallest smile you’ve ever seen, she was just too precious and you were completely wrapped around her finger.
“I missed you too…how are…things?” hesitantly questioning how her life was going, worried about the answer.
“Better now.” pulling the joint again before handing it back to you carefully. You wished she wouldn’t do that. Implying that you improve her life when you know who she’s calling every night before bed.
Shifting your focus to anything but what she just said, fixating on her hands, tracing over her finger tattoos with your eyes before grabbing the joint between your own fingers, lightly putting it out.
Feeling her energy was almost enough, the decompression of your muscles from just being near her was substantial enough to push the devastation away, even if it was temporary.
“How is he?” reluctantly flows through clenched teeth, oozing jealousy and spite.
“He’s…good.” tapping her fingers against her knees as she curls within herself, knowing you’re only asking because you feel obligated to. Knowing you’re hoping for a different answer.
Nodding your head and biting the inside of your cheek, fiddling with the ankle cuff if your joggers and trying to keep yourself seated. Discomfort sneaks in, thoughts of her being happy with someone else being a wave of nausea, imitating sea sickness as you wobble a little in the feeling.
The signs of your care for each other was always there, you were just too nervous to face her about them and she was anticipating you making the first move. There were plenty of moments to do so and you just couldn’t bring yourself to say anything sooner. Locked in your own fear, ruining your own chance.
“Can I ask you something?” Chae's curious eyes peeked up at you while resting her chin on her knees, a pout placed on her perfect lips.
“Yeah.” refusing eye contact out of a familiar fear, wondering if she was going to ask where you were or where you’d been.
“Why’d you stop taking my calls?” cheek now resting on her knees, you can see how she’s trying to calm her breathing through the difficult question. Never being one to ask them, hating confrontation but she had to know why you took so many steps back from her. She just need to hear you say it.
A deep breath, eyes shifting anywhere but on her. How were you supposed to tell her the truth?
“I…uhm…didn’t want to talk to you.” little lies through your clenched teeth, grinding away at your heart like sandpaper.
“Don’t lie to me.” Chae’s brows furrow as she lets out a little annoyed shriek. It’s hard not to giggle at her when she makes what she would call her “angy” face at you. It’s too cute to be considered “angy.”
“Fine.” Sighing heavily and turning to face her, hands roughly running down your face as you prepare to tell her what she definitely already knew. Swallowing roughly, deep breath, and go!
“I stopped talking to you because it’s hard to see someone else making you so happy…I wanted it to be me…and with how we are or I guess were, with each other I thought that’s what you wanted too.” attempting to not sniffle as the tears trickle down your cheeks again, stinging your eyes and adding to the salt on your face.
Feeling a warmth on your right side and the pressure of a head resting on your shoulder, you lean into Chae and continue to silently cry a little harder.
Tears staining her hoodie as they fall, a hand reaches around you and holds your waist, lightly scratching in an attempt to comfort you.
“You’re right, you know.” matter of factly uttered through the breeze of the early morning hours surrounding you.
“About what?” lifting your head to look at her while she elaborates on what she means.
“That is what I wanted…I just didn’t think you wanted to try because you never said anything or reacted when I dropped hints” nervously from her shaky lips while her own tears fell, her face now matching yours in the same sorrow.
“What? When did you drop hints?” confusion layered your words heavily, racking your brain for Chae’s attempts to show her feelings, completely oblivious to any hints she might’ve dropped along the way.
“Come on, don’t pretend like you don’t remember. I would always hold your hand, cling to you, cuddle with you…we even made out a few times over the years.” frustrated at your lack of knowledge, even though she never blatantly told you the level of what she was experiencing.
“Chae, we were young…I thought you were just an affectionate person or that it wasn’t serious. Like how Sana is?” a weak attempt to defend yourself from not making a move or telling her sooner.
“Sana likes you.” cold, flat tone, maybe a hint of jealousy uttered from her lips, body language shifting to show a little discomfort.
“What?!” complete shock consumes you, trying to take in the overwhelming amount of data you just received.
“Yeah, that’s why I never invited her to hang out with us after the first time…I didn’t want her to be that close to you” grief weighs her voice down to a whisper, the confession fresh even after years.
“Chae why would yo-” hands cupping your face almost immediately. She presses her lips on yours, tears mix into a painful spiral of what could’ve been between you.
Stiffening at the contact, you aren’t really sure what to do at the moment. Fighting to not lean into it, but not wanting to pull away either. She pulls away for a second to look at your face before placing one hand on your hip, pulling you into her, laying her lip on you again.
Not being able to help yourself after years of pining, you melt into it, quickly turning heated as she slides her tongue in your mouth. Her hands feel so comfortable on your skin, wrapping around your waist under your shirt, fidgeting with the hem of your pants laid on your hips.
Pulling away to press her forehead against yours, her hand descends down into your underwear before she whispers into your mouth.
“Is this okay?” eye contact is absolutely excruciating, completely drenching you in the dream you were living. Nodding your head aggressively and pulling her back into you for more.
The passionate make out session she started completely derailing into a full blown hook up, moaning into her while she’s gathering your wetness on her fingers to make small circles on your clit, eliciting more of the sweet sounds she wished she heard years ago.
There’s no way you’ll get caught here, it’s almost 3 am and the sounds of the sea will cover any noise you make so you allow yourself to be loud for her so she can see how badly you need her and how badly you want her.
Chae slides a finger into you, eliciting a gasp that she swallows whole. Curling her fingers up, you’re grinding into her palm and chasing the pleasure she knew she was giving you.
Breaking from the kiss, laying her lips down your cheek to your jaw and then to your neck. Biting down on your pulse point coaxing more whines from you.
“That’s right, baby, let me hear you,” softly spoken into your ear before she ran her teeth over your lobe, tugging at the skin, and resting her chin on your shoulder before whimpering when she felt your hand rubbing into her over her sweat pants.
Suddenly pulling her finger out and replacing it with two, she takes your hand and pushes it into her harder so you can feel how wet she is under her sweatpants.
“Can I..?” half moaned, clenching around her digits tightly, pressing into her so the seam of her sweats hits just the right spot.
“Not yet, gotta take care of you first” whined into your neck, still pumping her fingers deep into you at a steady rhythm, you thrust into her hands as you feel the knot tightening into your stomach.
“Fuck, chae…I’m gonna cum” hips sputtering, let out a string of obscenities and moans out, next to her ear.
Chae immediately removes her hands from you, kisses you and stands up, unable to look you in the eyes.
“I’m sorry.” walking away and down the slope of the life guard tower, leaving you to figure out your feelings and question everything that’s ever happened between the two of you and wondering why she would fuck you just to leave you here feeling unloved and unwanted.
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“Do you think dinner will be weird?” Sana asks from the passenger seat of your car as you pull into the parking garage in front of Jihyo’s apartment building.
“I don’t think so. At least I hope it’s not. It’s been a while since I have seen her, so I can avoid her through conversation with everyone else.” putting the car into park and looking over at your lovely girlfriend of a few months.
Her eyes soften, she knows the details of what happened that night at the beach. Sana knows how detrimental that memory is to you, but it was Jihyo’s birthday and you were a good friend. You weren’t going to miss it because of Chaeyoung.
“Alright, Honey. But if you get uncomfortable, please let me know. I don’t want you to put your own mental health at risk for the sake of a small party, okay?” Placing her hand on your cheek to make sure you keep eye contact with her.
Putting your hand on hers, you move it over and kiss her palm lightly. She giggles at you, before leaning in to lay her lips on yours.
“Thank you, baby.” smiling at her after pulling away, getting out of the driver's side door and walking around the other side to open hers, offering your hand out for her to hold while she steps out of the car, intertwining her fingers with yours and squeezing softly.
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“Oh my god! Y/n! It’s been so long!” Jihyo runs at you and envelopes you in a bear hug before giving you a once over, taking in how you’re glowing and happy.
“You look good!” knowing the last time she saw you was when a week or two after the beach incident. You didn’t have to tell her what happened for her to understand who it involved and why you were distraught.
“I’m so happy to see you and that smile of yours again. Thank you for dragging her out of the house, Sana.” giving a wink and then passing you off to the others, giving them a chance to greet you.
Everyone gave a similar reaction to seeing you as Jihyo, except the one person you expected to barely interact with. A small wave behind an even smaller smile.
“It’s good to see you.” eyes on the floor, hands awkwardly fiddling with themselves, feet shuffling and biting the inside of her cheek. Her anxious tells were showing in full force and you weren’t the only one to notice it.
Sana places her hand on your lower back, rubbing small circles to soothe you through this uncomfortable exchange.
“Good to see you too, Chae.” before stepping away to gather with the rest of the girls to start the birthday festivities, finding you and Sana’s seats next to each other with Chaeyoung placed at the complete opposite end of the table.
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Stepping outside for a second to get some fresh air, being too full to even think about the discomfort of Chaeyoung being within such close proximity. You lean against the railing of the patio taking in the calmness of the night sky when the door opens behind you and closes softly.
Without even having to look, you already know who’s present behind you. A long sigh expels from your lungs, you know what’s coming.
“We broke up… I broke up with him…I’ve been trying to get into contact with you since the night after…the beach.” stated before you could even blink.
Finding a place next to you on the railing, she pulls out a joint and lights it before trying to hand it to you. Politely declining, she takes a few pulls and then speaks again.
“After that night…I couldn’t get you out of my head. Every time he touched me, I wished it was you.” Glancing to see what emotions were present on your face, finding stoicism where love used to be.
“I blocked you that night, Chae…can we not do th-” she pushes your shoulder to open up your stance and takes a step towards you, getting close to your face trying to initiate something more than she should.
Tilting her head lightly and leaning into you as you take a huge step back from her, you tell her the absolute truth.
“Chae, we can’t do this. More importantly, I don’t want to do this. You had the opportunity and you wasted it. You used me that night at the beach for your own selfish gain and then left me there…alone. Cheating on your boyfriend and ruining our friendship on the same night…I don’t want to date someone like you.” stern in your words as you relive the night in your mind, again and again. Still grieving the past.
“I thought the love we had was pure and I’m trying to keep that memory alive so please, don’t remind me of what you did.” Stepping towards the door, pulling it open as fast as possible. You needed to get away from her. Now.
“I’m sorry.” muffled by her tears and the creaking of the hinges as you try to run away when she grabs your wrist and places something in your hands, not bothering to look at it before leaving her outside.
Not wanting to show your emotions to Sana, you rush into the bathroom before she can see the state you’re in.
Closing the door behind you and flipping the bright fluorescent lights on, you look into your hand and see a dried up beach rose that’s stained with dark crimson. You stare at it as you remember the thorns, looking at the tip of your finger where the scars were from that night.
Into the garbage it went as quickly as you saw it. Splashing cold water on your face, arms locked, leaning on the chilled porcelain sink trying to collect yourself so you can be present for the rest of the party when you hear a knock at the door.
“Baby? Are you in there?” the sweet voice warms your heart, as you turn the knob and crack the door to let Sana in.
“Oh, honey” immediately grabbing you to hold you while you silently sob into her. Rubbing your back and telling you that you were safe but you couldn’t help but keep wishing it was Chaeyoung. Always wishing it was Chaeyoung .
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so that means when we read your stories... you are the one being... you know, "affectionate" to us?
In a sense yes! I mean… in everything that I wrote there’s a piece of me and I think the best way to convey that would be through the non-reader
#there’s a piece of you in everyone#also it’s easier to apply tendencies and feelings and such thing to a twice member#things** ugh#because the reader is neutral#i can’t say the reader has curly hair or like to bite their nails because what if you don’t#likes to**#you know?#all I’m saying is that you see me in the girls
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I completely agree with you, I think everyone in twice is a bottom
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THANK YOUUUU
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waiiiiiittttt what do you have to say about the girls and you... disclose the info!!!
would I get jumped if I said that they’d all be bottoms?
And for me, I always write my stories as if I was one of the twice girls… I never see myself as the reader
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you writing always gives me comfort, even back the when you were releasing Bittersweet LA. it was always your writing that I looked forward to
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You’re making me melt! It’s incredibly touching to hear how much my writing has meant to you, especially during the Bittersweet LA days🥹Thank you for sharing your feelings with me. To know that I’ve been able to provide comfort through my stories makes me incredibly happy <3
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Oh god the heel digging on reader’s shoulder is to kill me right?
maybe? 😉
Refusing to indulge someone’s advances with poise, like using your heels, could be seen as classy, wouldn’t you agree?
And Mina well… she’s a classy girl, no?
#anon ask#hihihi#I think it’s fun to use your heels to withhold someone from having their fun with you
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what are your thoughts on the top reader visibility discourse?🧐
I am out of the loop, but personally I always make everyone a switch😭
#that way everybody gets some#sorta kinda#i have my own thoughts about how i see the girls and reader but that'll be disclosed another time xx#anon ask
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I really loved your recent fics, reading them makes me remember how much I loved your writing and how amazing of a writer you are. you always amaze me with how easily you're able to choke your readers with so much emotion. I will never stop being a fan of you and your writing 💛
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Thank you from the bottom of my heart! Your words touch me deeply. Knowing that my writing brings you joy fills me with warmth. Your support truly means everything to me. I’m so grateful to have you by my side🥹
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Polite
mina x afab reader
a scrapped work of mine
suggestive, not proofread
"you can’t touch before you say please"
The corporate dinner stretched before you like an endless expanse of dread, filled with the looming presence of obnoxious rich men who chewed with their mouths open and sweated profusely under the dim lighting. You sat at your designated table, feeling suffocated by the stifling atmosphere and longing for escape.
Across the room, Mina sat at her own table, her eyes occasionally flicking in your direction amidst the sea of gaudy displays of wealth and power. You could see the resignation mirrored in her expression, a silent acknowledgment of the absurdity of it all.
As the evening wore on, the cacophony of clinking glasses and boisterous laughter grated on your nerves, each moment dragging on like an eternity in the suffocating confines of corporate formality.
And to top it off, you dreaded the impending cocktail party scheduled immediately after this ordeal.
But despite the distractions, your attention kept gravitating towards Mina. Her gaze lingered on yours whenever your eyes met, a silent exchange of understanding amidst this shit show.
Observing her, every gesture and movement piqued your curiosity and admiration until your attention was suddenly diverted by the sight of her drowning her steak in ketchup. The absurdity of the act caught you off guard, but you couldn't help but chuckle inwardly at her unconventional choice.
But before you could dwell on it further, another unwelcome interruption barged in - a man intruded, his clammy hand squeezing your shoulder in a gesture that oozed familiarity and arrogance. His filthy remark elicited a forced laugh from you, masking your true feelings with a discreet eye roll as you struggled to maintain composure amidst the facade of civility.
As the dinner dragged on, the clatter of a scrapped fork against a plate echoed through the hall, punctuating the monotonous rhythm of polite conversation. A toast was raised, and people began to beg for release from their seats, eager to escape the suffocating formality of the evening and make their way to the building across the street—the Myoui firm.
Your feet dragged reluctantly toward the exit of the dinner hall, the promise of freedom beckoning as you retrieved your coat from the coat check. Amidst the bustling crowd, voices clamored with “may I”s, and you felt men pushing you around, each trying to approach a certain person—Mina, or perhaps, you.
They tried so desperately to be courteous, offering you an umbrella, but you declined all their offers; it was just a short walk, after all. As you reached the door, the sound of pouring rain greeted you, a dreary backdrop to the evening’s events.
Then, amidst the chaos, you heard the urgent clacking of heels on the ground, and before you could react, an arm looped around yours.
“May I?” Mina whispers, her breath warm against your ear as she moves a stray lock of hair from her face, opening her umbrella to shield you both from the downpour.
“Should you?” you respond, locking eyes with her as the weight of the situation settles upon you.
The prospect of stepping out into the rain together, arm in arm, would undoubtedly fuel the rumors swirling around the two of you, rumors you weren’t sure you were ready to confront just yet.
Mina’s disapproving click of her tongue and the pursing of her lips signal her impatience with your hesitation.
“You’ll be soaked,” she remarks, her tone firm as she steps ahead, her arm tightening around yours, urging you to follow her and cross the street.
She leads you towards her building and you can’t help but let out a sigh of frustration. The sight of the press and paparazzi waiting eagerly outside only adds to your irritation. Their barrage of questions about the rumored merger between your firms and the future of the rival companies feels like an invasion of privacy.
Mina, ever the picture of grace under pressure, gives her best smile and navigates her way through the crowd, the rest of the dinner attendees following closely behind. But you can’t muster the same enthusiasm. Your annoyance is palpable as you trudge through the throng, barely managing to summon even a hint of a smile.
The attendees follow Mina’s lead as they enter the building, chatter filling the air with excitement and anticipation for the cocktail event. She gracefully addresses the associates and workers, informing them of the location of the soirée on the highest floor and assuring them she’ll join the night soon after sorting out contract matters. You let out a hum of acknowledgment, preparing to join the others, but before you can make your escape, Mina’s hand darts out, grabbing your arm with a firm grip.
"Follow me," she says, her voice soft but stern, halting you in your tracks.
"Mina, please, I just wanna get this over so I can go home. I really don’t wanna negotiate right now," you huff, your tone pleading as she guides you through the halls of the building. The chatter from the others fades away as she unlocks a door with a keycard.
She scoffs, "trust me, you're not the only one who feels this way, y/n." With another swipe of the keycard, you step into a private elevator, the only floor listed as "CEO Myoui Mina."
The ride up is surprisingly quick, and you can't help but marvel at the lavishness of Mina's building compared to yours. It even takes you aback when the elevator doors slide open, revealing the 50th floor—her office, which could easily pass for a penthouse, offering a breathtaking view of the city.
She tosses the umbrella into a basket, then removes her fur coat. Extending her hand, she gestures for you to hand over your coat, before placing both garments on a hook.
You look at her, arms crossed, feeling the weight of exhaustion settle in. You just want to go home. She walks over to the bar, pouring two glasses of wine before returning and offering you one. You decline with a shake of your head.
“What did you bring me up here for?”
She takes a sip of her wine, contemplating for a moment before addressing the rumors head-on. "What do you want to do about them?" she asks, her gaze steady as she waits for your response.
Rolling your eyes, you walk up to the large window, gazing down at the drenched cityscape below, raindrops streaking the glass.
“To be honest,” you begin, “I just want to do my work in peace. I don’t want the press after me.”
Mina joins you at the window, her expression softening. “I understand,” she replies, her voice gentle. “But we can’t ignore this. We need to address the rumors before they spiral out of control.”
"We could ignore it. Let it die down-"
“Can I be honest?” Mina cuts in, her fingers gently brushing against yours as she takes a step backward, settling onto the edge of her desk. “I wouldn’t be opposed to merging with your firm. I think we could be very powerful together.”
“I appreciate your candor, Miss Myoui,” you say sarcastically, a scoff escaping your lips. “I don’t know what you heard about me, but I’m not someone who’s easy like your other associates.”
“Oh, but you wouldn’t be like my other associates,” she murmurs, her voice low and sultry, her eyes shamelessly tracing along your figure.
You draw nearer until you’re barely inches apart, a scowl tainting your features. In the charged silence that envelops you, a silent protest forms: Just because Mina is attractive, intelligent, and charming doesn’t mean she can toy with you like this.
“Mina-”
“You know we could accomplish a lot together,” she smiles, her charm radiating like a magnet drawing you closer. Her fingers tap lightly against her wine glass, a teasing rhythm that matches the quickening pace of your heart. As she speaks, her other hand ghosts over your thigh, sending a thrill coursing through your body.
You watch, transfixed, as she spreads her legs slightly, the slit in her navy blue silk dress riding up just enough to reveal a hint of skin. It’s an invitation you can’t resist, and you step between her legs, the heat of her proximity sending a surge of desire coursing through you.
“Oh, I’m sure of it,” you say, a smirk playing at the corners of your lips as you take the glass from her hands and set it aside. “But let’s not get ahead of ourselves, shall we?” You tilt your head slightly, your gaze locked with hers.
Mina nods, her hands now at the back of your thighs, her nails digging in slightly, sending a shiver of anticipation down your spine. “For now,” she says, her voice low and tantalizing, “let’s focus on the present moment, yeah?”
Her touch sends a shiver down your spine as her hands trail up to your waist, squeezing gently. You reciprocate, trailing your fingers up her arm to her jaw, then to the back of her neck, where you play with the baby hairs there.
“What are you thinking about?” you ask, your eyes locked with hers, searching for any hint of what’s going on in her mind.
“You,” she whispers, as she bites her lip, a hint of desire flickering in her eyes. “I can’t deny it, you’re always on my mind.”
A surge of heat courses through you at her words, and you lean in closer, your breath mingling with hers. “And you,” you reply huskily, your voice low and filled with longing, “have been occupying my thoughts more than usual lately.”
With a smile playing on her lips, you lean in, pressing a tender kiss to Mina’s cheek, feeling the warmth of her skin. Your hand trails behind, gently cradling her jaw, holding her close.
She responds with a soft sigh of pleasure, turning her head to meet your gaze. With a tender affection that melts your heart, she pecks your palm gently, her lips lingering against your skin.
Your hand firmly grasps her hip, pulling Mina closer as your lips collide in a hungry, wet kiss. Urgent and fervent, tongues glide and teeth tug at lips, eliciting soft moans that slip out between desperate breaths.
With a low growl of desire, you feel Mina’s fingers boldly grip your ass, pulling you closer until there’s no space left between you.
“Mina,” you gasp, your breath catching in your throat as she shifts her attention to your neck. You whimper softly, unable to contain the pleasure that courses through you as she leaves open-mouthed kisses on your skin, her lips trailing a path of fire along your neck.
A sharp bite causes you to moan loudly in response. Mina pauses and you catch your breath. Another quick kiss to your swollen lips leaves you yearning for more, and before you know it, she’s pushing you back onto her office chair.
You watch, transfixed, as she scoots back slightly on her desk, her movements deliberate and enticing. With a seductive glance, she widens her legs, rising up her dress to reveal her hips, the fabric riding up tantalizingly. The sight leaves you breathless, your heart racing with desire as you eagerly await her next move.
The sight of the wet patch on her baby blue lingerie sends a surge of arousal coursing through you, making you hold back a moan as you huff with desire. You roll towards her eagerly, intent on feasting on her wetness, but before you can reach her, a sharp heel digs into your shoulder, stopping you in your tracks.
You freeze, your breath catching in your throat as you look up at Mina with wide eyes, the intensity of the moment leaving you speechless.
With a sultry smirk, she leans forward, the heel pressing into your shoulder as she whispers, “You can’t touch before you say please, baby.”
Her words make you clench around nothing as you realize the game she’s playing. You swallow hard, your voice thick with desire as you utter the words she’s been waiting to hear.
“Please, Mina,” you whisper, your body trembling with need. “Let me touch you.”
Mina chuckles softly, “you gotta start being polite,” she teases, her voice dripping with mischief as she toys with you, relishing in the power she holds over you.
“Please.”
“Good. You can have a taste, y/n.”
#twice imagines#twice x reader#kpop imagines#gg x reader#twice scenarios#gg imagines#mina x reader#twice smut#mina smut
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ah zuki, i don't have any news kwjsowjdks im just studying like helllll
i got a good discount on a prep school (? is that right to say?) so im having classes from monday to saturday and a few classes on my afternoons
in the beginning i was struggling with my routine, but now i got it right! and im happy that it's working :D
- your future doc (it's been sometime since i ever put that here lol)
That’s such a busy schedule!! I hope you have some time for yourself or some rest. I know you can do it!!!
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zuki author!!
how are you doing? :] I hope you're doing well!! just wanted to check on you!
te amo, saudades! tenha um bom dia :DD
I’ve been good!! Busy, but well :) I hope you have been doing okay!!
Você é muito doce! Obrigada! Que seu dia seja tão adorável quanto você! xx
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The sweetness in these tags… thank you so much 🥺🥹
Doorstep Flowers
Tzuyu x gn reader
fluffiest fluff, not proofread
Tzuyu works on weekends for Sana - in relation to this fic :)
Tzuyu awakens with a bounce in her step, greeted by the warm embrace of the sun and the melodious chirping of birds. She leisurely prepares for the day ahead, knowing she has an hour before the flower shop opens.
As she sets off on her bicycle to work, she opts for the scenic route, coasting along the shoreline and pausing to indulge in tea from a cute café. She continues her journey and revels in the gentle caress of the summer breeze. She feels the wind tug at the strands of hair that had escaped her helmet, sending them dancing in its playful embrace. With each encounter, her heart swells with happiness as she showers affection on every dog she meets, tenderly patting their fluffy heads. Their wagging tails and grateful eyes mirror her own sense of contentment.
After her delightful encounters, Tzuyu finally arrives at the flower shop. With practiced ease, she begins her opening routine, tending to the lush greenery by gently watering each plant. Next, she displays the vibrant faux bouquets on display, ensuring they caught the eye of passersby. Plugging in her phone, she selects a playlist of soothing background music to set the perfect ambiance. Outside, she arranges flower pots and vases, inviting customers with their colorful blooms. Lastly, she stacks up the new bags of soil, ready for any gardening enthusiasts seeking replenishment.
As she surveyed her handiwork, a sense of fulfillment washed over her, knowing she had prepared the shop for another beautiful day of blooming possibilities. With a satisfied sigh, Tzuyu cleaned her hands on her uniform apron, gently blowing away a few strands of hair that had escaped from her face. The routine of preparing the shop for the day ahead always brought her a sense of peace and purpose. Adjusting her apron with a small smile, she glanced around at the colorful array of flowers and greenery, ready to welcome customers.
"Tzuyu! Tzuyu!" A voice called out from outside the shop. She paused in her work, recognizing the familiar voice, but as she stepped outside, she saw no one in sight. A puzzled expression crossed her face as she scanned the street, wondering who could be calling her.
"Tzuyuuuuuu, up here!" The voice calls out again, this time with a hint of mischief. Tzuyu's gaze shifts upward, and to her surprise, she spots a mischievous grin peeking out from the window of the apartment building across the street.
Tzuyu couldn't help but smile at the sight. She waves enthusiastically and calls out, "Good morning, Sana!"
Sana beams and waves back before disappearing momentarily, only to reappear on the balcony. She jumps in place, her giggles echoing through the air, causing the leaves of nearby plants to rustle and the petals of flowers to dance in response to her joyful movements.
"You're up early!" Tzuyu laughs, bringing a hand up to her face to shield her eyes from the bright morning sun. One eye closed and the other squinted as she watches Sana's lively display across the street.
"It's 9 am, that's so late!" Sana yells back teasingly. Then, with genuine concern, she adds, "Did you have breakfast? Let me bring you something."
Before Tzuyu could even protest, Sana vanished in an instant, leaving her standing there with a bemused expression. She chuckled to herself, knowing that once Sana had set her mind to something, there was no stopping her.
Tzuyu returned to the flower shop and busied herself with preparing the cash register, deftly pressing buttons and adding some money to it. As she worked, she heard Sana's cheerful greeting from the doorway, accompanied by the sound of her partner trailing behind, still half-asleep.
"Tzuyu!" Sana exclaimed, her voice bubbling with energy as she entered the shop, a lunchbox in hand. Her partner followed, rubbing their eyes and yawning, clearly not quite as awake as Sana.
"I didn't need breakfast, I had my lunch already," Tzuyu said with a chuckle, still accepting the breakfast from Sana's hands. Sana shrugged nonchalantly, her bright smile unwavering as she went around the counter to give Tzuyu a big hug. It was as if it was the first time seeing her in weeks, even though they had worked together just yesterday.
Tzuyu returned the hug warmly, feeling the genuine affection in Sana's embrace.
"You need to eat, Tzu," Sana semi-fake scolded, hugging her tighter until Tzuyu couldn't breathe. Tzuyu laughed, trying to wriggle free from Sana's tight embrace.
"Okay, okay, I'll eat," Tzuyu managed to gasp out between giggles, playfully pushing Sana away. "But next time, go easy on the hugs, will you?"
Sana grinned mischievously, releasing Tzuyu from her grasp. "No promises!" she teased, her laughter echoing through the flower shop.
Tzuyu leaned on the counter and sighed happily, feeling the warmth of the morning sunlight streaming through the windows. She glanced over at Sana's partner, who still seemed half-asleep, and couldn't help but wonder.
"Why is your partner here when they clearly want to be in bed still?" Tzuyu asked with a playful smirk, raising an eyebrow at Sana.
Sana chuckled, shaking her head. "They insisted on tagging along after I mentioned I was coming to see you. Can't resist your charm, I suppose," she replied, going back to her partner and nudging them gently with her elbow.
"But no, seriously," Sana interjected, her expression turning sincere. "We were planning to go on a morning walk, but we wanted to let you know that we'll help you for tonight's round."
Tzuyu shook her head with a smile. "No need, I can handle it alone. Besides, you're both off on weekends, remember?"
Sana and her partner exchanged a glance, understanding Tzuyu's insistence but still wanting to offer their assistance.
"We know, but we enjoy helping out," Sana replied. "And it's not like we have anything urgent planned for today anyway."
Tzuyu considered their words for a moment before relenting. "Alright, you two win," she said with a laugh. "But only if you promise to relax and enjoy the rest of your evening after this."
"No promises!"
"Sana!"
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As closing time approached, Tzuyu smiled contentedly as she placed the unsold flowers in the cart, proud of the bouquets she had meticulously crafted throughout the day. Each arrangement was a labor of love, a symphony of colors and scents designed to brighten someone's day. Something about the thought of someone enjoying her floral art made her heart melt with joy and satisfaction.
Placing the last flower in the cart, Tzuyu noticed from the corner of her eye Sana and her partner approaching the store, hand in hand and giggling at each other. They seemed so happy, the way Sana was always smiling as bright as the sun, lavishing affection onto her partner... Tzuyu couldn’t help but feel a pang of longing as she watched the gentle kiss the partner gave to Sana’s forehead.
"Tzuyu!" Sana exclaimed for the umpteenth time that day as she swung open the door of the shop, the wind chime signaling her entry. "Ready to give away the flowers?" Sana asked, holding her partner's hand and bringing them closer to her, hugging their waist.
Tzuyu nodded and let her lover grab the cart, pushing it out of the store. She locked the door behind and began her stroll with them, excited to give away the last flowers of the day to passersby and neighbors.
They encountered various familiar faces on their stroll. They handed out flowers to people returning home from work, bringing smiles to tired faces and warmth to familiar hearts. Among them was the old couple from the restaurant down the street, who had always welcomed them with open arms and kind words.
As they exchanged with the elderly couple, Tzuyu couldn’t help but admire the enduring love and companionship between them. The way they looked at each other with affection and shared a gentle touch spoke volumes of the bond they shared after so many years together. It was a reminder of the beauty and magic of love, both young and old.
They kept walking and they reached the apartment building a few blocks away, where a "For Sale" sign had recently been replaced with a "Sold" one, indicating new residents.
Sana knocked on the door cheerfully, her partner standing by her side. After a moment, the door opened, revealing a figure framed in the warm glow of the hallway light. Tzuyu's breath caught in her throat as she laid eyes on the person who stood before her – a captivating smile playing on their lips, eyes sparkling with curiosity and kindness.
"Hello, we're your neighbors from down the street," Sana greeted warmly, holding out a bouquet of flowers. "Welcome to the neighborhood!"
Tzuyu's breath caught in her throat as she laid eyes on the newcomer. Time seemed to stand still as she took in their captivating smile, the way their eyes sparkled with genuine warmth and kindness. It was as if the world had faded away, leaving only the two of them in that moment.
"Hello," you replied, your voice soft and melodious, sending a shiver down Tzuyu's spine. "Thank you so much for the warm welcome. I'm Y/N."
Tzuyu felt her cheeks flush as she returned the greeting, her heart pounding with an intensity she had never felt before. "I-I'm Tzuyu," she stammered, momentarily lost for words under your enchanting gaze.
Sana nudged Tzuyu gently, breaking her out of her reverie. "We brought you some flowers to brighten up your new home," she said with a warm smile, bringing the bouquet closer to you.
Your eyes lit up with delight as you accepted the flowers, you gratitude evident in every word of thanks you uttered.
"We pass by every Saturday to give away the extra flowers that were left untouched, so be prepared for a delivery, from Tzuyu," Sana says, accentuating her name as she bows gracefully.
Tzuyu feels her cheeks flush at Sana's playful emphasis, grateful for her friend's support and encouragement. She can't help but steal a glance at you, hoping to catch a glimpse of your reaction. As your eyes meet, Tzuyu offers a shy smile, her heart racing.
"I can't wait to have beautiful flowers in my home every week," you say, bowing back and smiling warmly at Tzuyu.
She feels her heart swell with joy at your response, her smile widening until her dimples are showing. "I'll make sure to pick out the best ones for you," she replies, her voice filled with genuine enthusiasm.
Gosh... You're the prettiest flower.
Tzuyu had never been one to eagerly anticipate going home after work. She cherished her time at the flower shop so much that the thought of leaving was often bittersweet. But after meeting you... She had never wanted to clock out so badly before. Every day, she found herself counting down the minutes until closing time, her heart racing with excitement at the thought of seeing you again.
Tzuyu found herself taking the quickest route on her bike, hoping to catch a glimpse of you as she passed by your place. She would pedal a little faster, her heart racing with anticipation, as she approached the familiar building where you lived. Sometimes she would slow down, pretending to adjust something on her bike just to linger a little longer, hoping that you would appear at the window or step outside.
But it wasn't just the daily bike rides that occupied Tzuyu's thoughts. Every morning, before opening the flower shop, she would carefully select the healthiest and prettiest flowers from the inventory and leave them at your doorstep, disregarding the Saturday giveaway rule altogether. It didn't matter to her that it was against the usual routine; all she cared about was brightening your day with a small gesture of love and affection.
And though she never expected anything in return, Tzuyu couldn't deny the flutter of excitement in her chest every time she imagined your reaction upon finding the flowers. It was a small, simple joy that brought her immense happiness, knowing that she was making a difference in your life, one flower at a time.
~~~
"Tzuyu is in loooveeee," Sana sings, a playful lilt to her voice, as she locks the door behind herself and Tzuyu, closing up the flower shop for the day. A small breeze sweeps by, causing Tzuyu to shiver involuntarily. Without hesitation, Sana reaches for her scarf and gently wraps it around Tzuyu's neck, offering warmth and comfort.
Tzuyu feels her cheeks flush at Sana's teasing remark, her heart skipping a beat at the thought of you. "Oh, hush," she mumbles shyly behind the scarf, her voice barely audible.
Sana grins mischievously, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "Don't worry, Tzuyu. It's written all over your face," she says, nudging her playfully.
Tzuyu's cheeks grow even warmer at Sana's observation, but she can't help but smile. Despite her shyness, she feels a sense of happiness bubbling up inside her, knowing that her feelings for you are no longer a secret. With Sana's support and encouragement, she feels more confident than ever to embrace this newfound love and all the adventures that come with it.
As they walk side by side, Sana accompanies Tzuyu for a short while, matching her stride as Tzuyu walks with her bicycle beside her. Tzuyu's helmet sits crookedly on her head, not properly attached but serving as a charming accessory nonetheless.
When they reach a quieter stretch of the road, Tzuyu finally musters up the courage to ask, "How did you know?"
Sana grins mischievously, glancing sideways at Tzuyu. "Oh, I have my ways," she says cryptically before letting out a playful laugh.
Tzuyu raises an eyebrow, curiosity piqued. "Seriously, though. How?"
Sana chuckles, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "Well, let's just say I noticed a few missing flowers in the inventory," she admits, her tone teasing. "And when I put two and two together, it wasn't hard to figure out."
Tzuyu's cheeks flush with embarrassment, but she can't help but smile at Sana's astuteness. "I guess I'm not as subtle as I thought," she says sheepishly.
Sana nudges her playfully. "Don't worry, Tzuyu. Your secret's safe with me," she says, her tone turning more serious. "But you know, if you're serious about Y/N, you might want to consider making them work on weekends too. You know, in exchange for all those missing flowers," she adds with a wink, her tone laced with humor.
Tzuyu rolls her eyes, but a smile tugs at the corners of her lips. "Yeah, yeah. I'll keep that in mind," she says, her heart fluttering at the thought of spending more time with you, both at work and outside of it.
"Tzuyu!" She freezes at the sound of the voice, her heart pounding in her chest. She refuses to turn around, a mixture of embarrassment and apprehension swirling inside her. When she realizes her entourage, she glances at Sana, who stands beside her with a proud expression, shrugging as if to say, "Yep, I did it."
Tzuyu's eyes widen in disbelief. There's no way Sana just set her up like this. She feels a mixture of gratitude and annoyance towards her friend, unsure whether to thank her for her boldness or scold her for meddling in her personal life. But deep down, Tzuyu knows that Sana only has her best interests at heart, even if her methods are sometimes unconventional.
Taking a deep breath, Tzuyu finally turns around to face the source of the voice, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment but her heart filled with a newfound sense of courage.
"Y/n," Tzuyu breathes, feeling her cheeks flush with warmth as she removes her helmet, her heart pounding in her chest.
Sana chuckles mischievously, shooting Tzuyu a knowing look. "I'll let you both be," she says with the most devilish smile, her tone playful as she winks at Tzuyu. "My love is waiting for me for dinner."
Tzuyu can't help but roll her eyes at Sana's teasing, but she feels a surge of gratitude towards her friend for giving her the push she needed. With a nod of appreciation, she watches as Sana walks away, leaving her alone with you, your shared laughter echoing in the air.
As she stands before you, her heart pounding with nervous anticipation, she can't help but notice the soft blush that colors your cheeks and the sparkle in your eyes. It's a look that Tzuyu has come to recognize all too well – one of affection and admiration, one she has seen countless times between Sana and her partner.
You feel it too.
Feeling a surge of courage, she takes a step closer to you, her own cheeks flushed with warmth.
"Tzuyu," you begin, your voice gentle and warm, "I want you to know that I've noticed the flowers you've been leaving at my doorstep. And... well, they've meant the world to me."
Tzuyu's breath catches in her throat at your confession, her heart soaring with hope and joy. "Really?" she whispers, unable to conceal the hopefulness in her voice.
You nod, a shy smile playing on your lips. "Yes, really," you reply gently. "You have a way of brightening up even the darkest days, Tzuyu. And I... I really appreciate it.
A bashful smile graces your lips, and you reach into your pocket, pulling out a single dandelion. "I'm sorry, Tzuyu," you say softly, your voice tinged with self-doubt. "I know it's not as beautiful as the flowers you give me. Dandelions are just weeds, and they're pretty useless..."
But before you can finish your sentence, Tzuyu cuts you off with a gentle peck on the cheek, causing you to freeze in surprise. A radiant smile spreads across your face, her eyes shining with happiness as bright as the sun.
Tzuyu takes the dandelion from your hand, her heart swelling with affection. "Thank you for the flower, y/n," she says sincerely, her voice filled with warmth. "I'll cherish it just as much as any other flower."
"And you know," Tzuyu adds, a playful twinkle in her eyes as she grabs your hand and caresses it tenderly, "you might have to work on weekends with me. Sana might've noticed the missing flowers."
You chuckle softly, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips. "And it's my fault?" you tease, raising an eyebrow in mock innocence.
Tzuyu groans playfully and bites her lip. "I'll repay you with cute dates?" she offers, her voice laced with mischief.
You pretend to consider her proposition for a moment before grinning. "Deal," you say, sealing your agreement with a tender kiss to her dimpled cheek.
(Sana screeches with delight from behind a nearby bush, pulling on her partner's arm eagerly. "This is so much better than dinner! God, I love love," she exclaims, her voice filled with glee before stealing a quick kiss to her lover's lips)
And flowers still went missing many days after that.
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