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Flippin' Demon Dog

Momo x gn!reader

-pure fluff

Word count: 1.2k

Synopsis: The demon dog isn't so demonic? Huh?

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Boo loved to cause trouble; that little furball really was a devil sent straight from hell. His poor brother, Dobby, would end up all rough housed by the end of the day.

But even then, Momo loved the dog as if he were her own child. It was hard for her to take him on walks; he would find ways to tangle her up and then escape. Like that one time at the park, he ran around her as she stumbled over his leash before falling, her grip loosening. Boo took that moment and ran straight into the nearby pond to attack the ducks. Fortunately, no feathers were damaged that day, but Momo did suffer a pretty nasty bruise on her hip.

Every time she brought Boo to the dorms, he would make a scene. He would destroy the pillows, chew on shoes (Jihyo almost cried when she discovered that her favorite sneakers had been transformed into a new pair of slides), and bark at everything and anything. The dishwasher, the fridge, out the window—he would run and drop things along the way. He would torture the unfortunate members until they managed to lure him into Momo's room and lock him in for the remainder of the night.

Even though you had been visiting the dorms for a month, and had been dating Momo for five, you had never seen her dogs. But you were fond of the way she talked about them and how much love she expressed whenever she would gush and show you pictures of them. Although you were able to see Dobby clearly, most of Boo’s pictures were just a brown, furry blur.

You never had a pet dog, so you were always cautious around them, unlike others who would grab a dog by the cheeks and squeeze them when passing by. You preferred using a softer technique, such as a gentle pat on the head or perhaps just a simple wave to the dog's owner. But hearing Momo talk about her dogs got you really excited to meet them, even if you were nervous of Boo’s energy. And on a random Thursday, Momo decided to invite you over. Saying that she’s bored and the members are planning a movie night and that she very dearly misses you.

So off you went to meet the girl of your dreams. Momo had completely forgotten she had brought Boo and Dobby with her, and the only thing on her mind was you. She skids towards the door when she hears the doorbell ring and giddily opens the door. "Hey baby!"

She engulfs you in a bear hug as you wrap your arms around her, snuggling into her warmth. She helps you take off your coat and notices you're still wearing your work clothes.

"Go to my room and take out a pair of pjs; the girls are getting everything ready. White dresser, second drawer from the bottom. Meet me in the living room, lovey" You slighty blush at the nickname and Momo pinches your cheeks before letting you go. You walk past the living room, waving and greeting the girls, before making your way to Momo’s room.

As soon as you enter Momo’s room you begin to rummage through her pajamas before finding a fluffy pair and putting them on. Midway into your pants, you hear a soft yip behind you. The sudden sound startled you as you quickly turned around to see where the sound came from.

And that’s the moment you make eye contact with Momo’s dog. You can tell by the fur color that Boo is the one awake. Dobby peacefully sleeps next to where Boo has just woken up. Momo’s words echo in the back of your mind:

Boo’s always hyper, but he’s the most hyper when he wakes up.

Shit. You begin to feel nervous and uneasy as he takes small, extremely condescending steps in your direction.

"H-hey little guy" You stammer out. Slowly, you reach down to softly pet his head, and he comes closer to smell your hand before rubbing against it. You were confused by what Momo meant when she said he was so hyper. Boo is absolutely adorable. You giggle when he licks your hand, and you begin to become less cautious when patting his head. You start to rub behind his ears as he leans closer to you. And you totally forget about going back out to start movie night and instead choose to spend some time doting over this lovable dog.

Momo, however, noticed how long you were gone.

"Gosh, I’m so tired," Jeongyeon groans, falling onto the couch, "Momo’s fucking demon dog ate my lunch, and I had to make another one, twice!" she scoffs.

Then it hits her, "I sent y/n to my room." All the girls stare at her, wide-eyed.

"You just sent your partner to their death," Dahyun mumbles.

"I was just starting to like them too," Tzuyu grumbles, sitting on the couch, crossing her arms.

Momo rolls her eyes at them before making her way into her room.

She dreads the thought of hearing growls from her room. But the deafening silence that appears seems to worry her even more. God damn it, she’s too late. She'll have to find a place to bury the body.

Quickly, she pushes the door open and witnesses a sight that she’d never thought she would see. Boo was letting you pet him, like you were actually caressing him. He nuzzled into your lap as you smoothed his fur.

"Y/n," she whispers. Both you and Boo look up at her, and she finds the sight so adorable.

"Hi Momo, you didn’t tell me you brought your dogs with you." You stand up with Boo in your arms. "He’s so cute." Boo softly yips once again as you begin to dot on him. "Oh yes, you are such a cute little puppy, so gentle and soft." He licks your finger when you poke him on the nose.

"Ah haha" Momo’s confused and worried laugh breaks your attention: "The girls are ready for movie night, so I suggest leaving the calm and charming," She grits the words through her teeth, "Boo here, so he-"

"Aww Momo, please," you whine, "can we watch the movie with him? I promise he won’t be bothersome, right boo?" You turn to the dog.

Did he just fucking nod? Momo thought her right eye twitched a bit. He’s trying to steal my lover; what a mutt. Her fists slightly clench. "Yes, of course, anything you want, love." She feigns her preppy attitude while you follow her to the living room. Boo still in your arms his head on his shoulder as he looks back at Momo. He pushes his tongue out, which causes Momo to glare at him and do the same.

"Holy shit," Jeongyeon says, once you walk in, everyone’s eyes zero down onto the dog in your arms.

"They tamed the beast," Sana mutters, and they all watch as you set Boo on the floor before taking a seat on the couch. They all watch as your arms make their way to lift him up, and they all wince at what’s to come. But there’s not a single growl, bark, or bite, just a content grumble as you begin to pet him.

“So what are we watching?”

#twice imagine #twice x reader #twice imagines #momo x reader #momo imagine #momo

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sydflow · 11 months

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Squeeeeeeeeeze!!! You've been given a hug! Send this to all the people who deserve a hug :) Now let the hugging begin! 💜

awwww!! Let the hugging commence!! 💜

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sydflow · 1 year

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can i make a reader request who likes to kiss Mina a lot close to the members with cuteness

Smothering Love

Mina x gn!reader

-fluff!!

Synopsis: Mina seems distracted at the moment. By what? Well by you of course.

Word count: 446

Mina wasn’t someone you would think would love PDA, and no, she doesn’t really do much whenever the two of you are out—just a little bit of handholding and leaning into one another. But in front of the members, in front of her girls... it's a whole other story.

She would lie on top of you, place wet and sloppy kisses on your neck, even nip at your ear. Heck, sometimes you would get up for a cup of water and then get pulled down onto her lap whenever you came back. It was as if she was on cloud nine. Even during movie nights, her focus was completely and utterly on you.

Dahyun would blush and nervously laugh at the extreme amount of affection she’d witness whenever the two of you were together.

Jeongyeon would scoff and look away only to come face to face with Nayeon, who would have a pout on her lips as she would stare at her with puppy eyes.

"What?"

"Why don’t you do that to me?"

"‘Cuz it’s disgusting"

Sana would pester to join in, "Oh! Oh! Me next! Me next! I want a kiss too!"

Momo, who always ended up late, would have to sit next to the two of you, and as you pleaded for some help with your eyes, she would scrunch her shoulders before patting you on the head. As if to say "It’s okay, you’ll get through this".

Jihyo would be amused and wouldn’t bother saying anything because a calm and content Mina is better than a grouchy and annoyed Mina. She won’t be making that mistake again.

Chaeyoung would roll her eyes and scoff at the scene. She would lean against Tzuyu (who was in her own world) and cross her arms. Obviously jealous.

"If this is what you’re like in front of us, then what the fuck are you two like alone?", You and Mina were in the middle of a make-out session when Jeongyeon blurted out her next words without thinking. The remark had caused you two to abruptly stop.

You shyly look down as your face reddens, Mina adjusts herself in her seat before clearing her throat. It had suddenly become even more awkward.

"Oh God! Forget I even asked!" Jeongyeon grimaces at the sudden silence. The girls all stare at the two of you.

"I- um, I think I need to go to the bathroom,"’ you mumble out before booking it.

Mina looks at all the girls with wide eyes before settling on a smug look. "I believe I also need to go to the bathroom," she hmfs before standing up and following you.

"Someone turn up the volume”

#mina x reader #mina imagines #twice imagine #twice imagines #twice #twice x reader #mina twice #mina myoui #myoui mina

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sydflow · 1 year

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Hello! I was wondering if you have any plots in mind for Dahyun? Anything angst, if you would please 🙇‍♂️🙇‍♂️

Thank you in advance 🫶

Circuits Firing And Feedbacks Dying

Dahyun x gn!reader

Warnings: Angst, robots, death, curses, sad stuff, crying, ect

Synopsis: Dahyun found life to be boring and sad without you, what happens when she's invited to her company's anniversary only to find you in state she'd never imagined.

Word count: 2.2K

"You look awful."

It was tragic really. Dahyun expected that death would make an appearance in the incoming mission. It was bound to happen. But she couldn’t accept that it was you. Out of everyone, it had to be you. She hated how selfless you were, hated how stubborn you were, and hated how you said that the mission needed to be completed or she'd end up being the one in trouble. She desperately wanted you to stay, but no one knew the building was just a hoax and that bombs lay within the walls, under the tables, and in the lights. That you would be in the middle of the blast.

She quit the next day—no more missions, no more secret agencies, no more high-level defense government jobs. She’s done, because she couldn’t stand to work in a place that had killed you. A place that reminded her that she killed you.

"It should have been me."

She regrets letting you go alone; she regrets that she was so struck by the situation that she couldn’t move; she regrets not dying with you, as the two of you held one another as the explosions bombed around you and as one last kiss would be shared before succumbing within the fire and rubble. How romantic.

She lived on the outskirts of your hometown in a camper van. Living in the city brought back too many memories, and she couldn’t handle it anymore. She wanted to be somewhere where she was reminded of you and only you.

"Okay, Dahyun, the session is over." Her therapist sighs.

"Did I ramble too much?"

"No, not at all. You did get sidetracked, but it’s good that you’re opening up," she said, standing up from her seat and beginning to escort Dahyun out. "I’d like that more; I don’t have to keep asking you irrational questions."

"I feel like I talk more and more about Y/N each time I visit."

"And that’s more and more things you’re beginning to let go of." Dahyun stopped at those words.

"I’ll never let them go," she grits out.

"That’s understandable, but you’re still young, and your next lover might not like it if you keep getting distracted because you’re busy talking and thinking about Y/N."

"How dare you," Dahyun spits out her next words without a second thought, "what makes you think I’ll date another person? You’re such an idiot for saying that! You therapists always go on mentioning the same thing each time; what gives you the right to say I’ll fall in love with anyone else? That’s not how I work!"

Her brows furrowed, her face burned, and her fists clenched with anger, and her therapist just stared blankly until she realized, and Dahyun’s face fell, "Is this the part where you kick me out?"

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Dahyun had stopped at a small convenience store on her way back; she’d have to look for another therapist; that lady was her fifth that year, albeit she lasted the longest. Her plastic bag was filled with nothing but instant ramen and battery packs. Instant ramen was your to-go: something super easy to make, barley takes up anytime, and it's super delicious.

Stepping out of her car, she gets her keys ready to unlock the door, only to notice a piece of paper stuck on the handle. A letter sealed with a very familiar symbol.

How’d they know I live here?

Quickly, she looks around the camper before swiftly making her way inside. She gets out the cup of ramen, pours some water in it, and sets it into the microwave.

She takes the time to sit and open the letter.

Former agent,

You’ve been invited to celebrate the 100th company anniversary. This organization has lasted through thick and thin throughout the last decade, and we have taken the initiative to invite you to celebrate the turmoil we’ve all been through.

The location will be given to all attendees four days prior to the event, and you must confirm your acceptance until then.

If you are a true agent, then you know what to do.

Sincerely,

SSKO (Secret South Korean Organization).

Fuck. Dahyun groans; she doesn’t want to go. She really doesn’t.

Her microwave begins to beep, and she takes a deep breath before preparing the food. She sets the cup in front of the seat next to her before getting a sudden call. She doesn’t even look at the caller ID, knowing who it is.

Only one person ever calls her anyway.

"Hello?"

"Are you going?"

"Well, it’s nice to hear from you too." Dahyun mumbles, and she hears a scoff from the other side of the phone.

"Ya, ya, whatever. So are you going or not?" Jihyo continues to ask.

"I’m not sure, Hyo. It’ll feel weird, won’t it? I quit in order to stay away from that place, but here I am wondering whether or not I should go back."

"You’re not going back for good; it’ll be just one night. Remember the contract you signed? They can’t control you anymore; your switch broke. No harm can be done to you," Jihyo urges; she wants her friend to get out more.

"I’ll think about it; I have like, two weeks?"

"Hope to see you there."

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One week had gone by, and Dahyun didn’t even bat an eye at the thought of going. It was just stored in the back of her mind; she had three more days left to decide, and she plans to leave it for the last day.

That way, by then, she’ll have the what's done is done mindset.

She also gave up on therapy, probably because the next closest one is about a two-hour drive away and she’s not willing to waste gas money on something she knows won’t turn out the way she wants it to.

Therapy doesn’t work on her; it never did and it never will. She figured if that’s what normal people do, then she ought to try it out. But that led to more disappointment.

None of these professionals knew her backstory; none of them knew how she felt looking at you and seeing you disappear for good the next second. None of them knew how she was made to be who she is. They just didn’t understand.

She sat on the couch, scrolling through different channels; the cup of ramen from last week sat in the same spot, along with many, many others. Still filled with food left untouched. Some were so old that they had begun to mold.

She sat and thought for three days; an annoying beeping noise rang in her ears, and she desperately needed to rest. Her eyes dropped as her body slightly limped. Her mind wasn’t working correctly, and everything that happened was rehearsed; she’s done it many times before. She would take the letter and stick it underneath her welcome mat. It’s a blur really; one second she’s picked up the letter, and the next it’s under the mat.

She’s accepted the invitation. And now she desperately needs to shop for some formal wear.

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She hated this; there were too many new people. Yes, some faces were familiar, but there were many new recruits. A sudden hand held her shoulder, and she quickly turned around.

"Knew I’d find you here," Jihyo smiles as she brings the girl in for a hug.

"Hey, Hyo, you look different." The latter scoffed,

"Oh please, I just dyed my hair; brown just wasn’t cutting it out for me."

Jihyo had brought Dahyun back to her table, where she sat with some friends. A quick introduction was all that happened before there was a cough from the stage.

"May I please get everyone’s attention?" a man in a bright blue suit spoke into the mic. And everyone’s chatter began to quiet down.

"Thank you, thank you. As you all know, we’re all gathered here to celebrate S.S.K.O.’s 100th anniversary!" The room was filled with cheers and applause.

"Yes yes. What a wonderful feat this organization has accomplished! We’ve come a long way, and we plan to go on for even longer! Double! No, triple as long!" This time the cheers got louder as the man continued to hype them up.

"Our organization specializes in artificial intelligence and their use on the field; it helps us stay on the low ground back at base while less of us are in danger during missions," the man continued.

"We have come a long way, with many ups and downs, but I’d like to present you all with our latest robots!" Dahyun felt intrigued; the organization had quit AI production after the incident. And she was excited to see these new robots, wondering if they'd have emotions like...

The robots suddenly rose onto the stage. They all looked different; they could easily fit in with the crowd if they wanted to, if it weren’t for the matching suits they all wore. Various skin tones, hair colors, and genders stood on the stage. They looked so real, that in Dahyun’s eyes she could just see people standing on the stage, not robots.

Her eyes gazed at the different faces before they stopped on one. Your face. They used your fucking face. They used your body. Now that she thinks about it, a lot of these robots look familiar; many look like past subordinates who had died on the job. They used dead people as their models.

Dahyun gasped as she stared back at you, well, at the robot you. She almost doesn’t comprehend what the announcer said: "These robots will now join the party! Feel free to speak with them; they’ll reply back with their built-in computers".

"I need to go to the bathroom," she mumbles to Jihyo before running off.

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They’re fucking using your face as one of their stupid tools. They think they could just do that? Steal from her? Dahyun stared into the mirror, her makeup had started to run due to her splashing water onto her face.

Thank god she was the only one in the bathroom or else this would have been embarrassing. She took out her small makeup bag and began to fix herself up again. She thought of the time when you first showed her makeup. How curious she had been, it was fun playing with it that night, you had stolen an eyeshadow pallet from one of your field partners. You and Dahyun had spent the night in one of the barrack bathrooms giggling to yourselves as you drew hearts on her cheeks with the bright red shade. And how she would use it to tint her lips until you showed her what eyeshadow was actually made for, and got her some actual lipstick.

But where’s the fun in that? Is what you would always say. We need to use things differently, that’s what humanity has done all their lives, why makes you any different.

What makes me any different? Dahyun thought. She was different, she knew that.

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After everything was touched up, Dahyun had prepared to leave. She takes a deep breath before stepping out into the hallway and making her way back. But just as she rounds the corner, she bumps into someone.

Firm hands hold her in place. "Are you alright, Miss Kim?"

She squeezes her eyes shut; they even used your voice. They had too, didn’t they? She shoves your arms away, "I’m fine, thank you…” she raises her eyebrow indicating some sort of name.

Just breathe Dahyun don’t say anything dumb

"Agent 0528, Miss Kim," you bow.

"Your name is Y/N." Shit, I said something dumb.

"No, Miss Kim, my program’s label is Agent 0528; I only go by that title."

"You look like Y/N." Dahyun raises her hand to cup the agent’s cheek. "Your eyes are so different; there’s no emotion in them, not like the Y/N I knew."

"Programmers today are unable to replicate emotions into our models; only one programmer had that capability but unfortunately passed due to natural causes, and that was...

"Don’t say that name," Dahyun glared, "he didn’t pass away due to natural causes; this organization killed him."

"That information doesn’t match my program."

"Of course it doesn’t! These engineers are fools; they don’t know how to incorporate emotions; only Seungmin could, and he got killed because of it.”

"Miss Kim, I sense that you are in distress." The robot spoke. Dahyun couldn’t believe it; you’re so monotone.

"Of course I am; it’s because I- because- I-" She began to stutter.

"It’s because you were his only successful creation." Dahyun shot up at the words as she looked into your lifeless eyes.

"You know"

"I know all about you. It’s in my program. You were built with emotions, feelings, and fears," your eyes bore into hers, it was as if you were reading off some script "aspects that make a human weak, you had built into your system." Dahyun hated it.

"You were built with the incapability of being controlled; my founders opposed such aspects in a model." You continued, but the more you spoke, the more dread Dahyun felt. You would never say such words. But she still felt her face drop and contort into a sorrowful emotion.

"You’re a weapon, and weapons don’t weep."

"I didn’t ask to get made," Dahyun whimpered, a red light begins to flash from her wrist and a beeping sound echoes in her head.

"Miss Kim, I suggest you fix yourself before coming back to the ceremony, charging stations are at the end of the hall" and with those final words, you turn and walk away.

#dahyun x reader #twice dahyun #kim dahyun #twice imagine #twice x reader #dahyun imagines #twice imagines

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sydflow · 1 year

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Finally interacting with the people that I follow here 🫶😔

Any crumbs for Dahyun x GN!Reader? If you would please make an angst one-shot (because yes)

Dahyun x GN!Reader Crumbs + Angst Sneak Peak!

Author's Note: Hello Potato-Corner! Someone requested something similar. Soooo, I am actually working on a Angsty fic w/ dahyun right now. It involves robots and death 🤭. For now I'll settle with a little bit of a sneak peak? After some soft crumby stuff of course.

Soft Fluffly Headcannons:

dahyun loves to help you

with anything

learning to play a new instrument? She'll help.

Piano? She's moving your hand with hers, she presses a key and you follow

Guitar? She's strumming the strings with you, soft hand holding!

if you go off key she'll giggle with you, and gives you a soft kiss to the cheek

"It's okay, again?" "You're doing amazing babe" "So cute"

She's a great teacher! You learnt the basics so fast that you even help out whenever she needs support whenever practicing for some covers.

Not without some selfies first

feel that the two of you probably have fallen asleep in the studio

the girls walking in with the both of you on the chairs your bodies slumped over one another

definitely in love with your hair

It is so soft and so ugh

she can't explain why she's so infatuated with it but you don't seem to care when she plays with it whenever the two of lay down together, your head tucked into her neck while she scrolls on instagram with one hand and the other softly brushing against your scalp

going on some of the most stereotypical dates together; winning plushies for her at the carnival, watching the various fish swim on the other side of the glass at aquariums, and even dinner and coffee at some of the most romantic restaurants and cafes

Definitely the cutest and softest couple to walk the earth

Sneak Peak for the Angst Fic! (I don't have a name yet...)

Warnings: Talks about death, explosions, secret agencies, failed missions, ect.

470 words

"You look awful."

"It should have been me."

She lived on the outskirts of your home town in a camper van. Living in the city brought back too many memories, and she couldn’t handle it anymore. She wanted to be somewhere where she was reminded of you and only you.

"Okay, Dahyun, the session is over." Her therapist sighs.

"Did I ramble too much?"

"I feel like I talk more and more about Y/N each time I visit."

"And that’s more and more things you’re beginning to let go of." Dahyun stopped at those words.

"I’ll never let them go," she grits out.

"That’s understandable, but you’re still young, and your next lover might not like it if you keep getting distracted because you’re busy talking and thinking about Y/N."

Her brows furrowed, her face burned, and her fists clenched with anger, and her therapist just stared blankly until she realized, and Dahyun’s face fell, "Is this the part where you kick me out?"

#dahyun x reader #kim dahyun #twice imagine #twice imagines #twice x reader #twice dahyun

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sydflow · 1 year

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gp!tzuyu as a girlfriend | hc

for @ghostykapi <3

hung asf

another one who people wouldn’t assume

shy once she gets to know you

but becomes a nayeon 2.0 when she gets comfortable

pda isn’t really there, the most she’ll do is hand holding with you

or an arm around your torso

but when you’re both by yourselves she’s like a lovesick puppy following you around

does not like it when others talk badly about you or the relationship

it’s evident on her face

keeps your relationship private for 5 months

when you both know you’re getting serious, month 6 is when you reveal it

people were so shocked but happy

rarely posts about you bc she likes privacy and also the fact how not many people know about you

like any personal details of you ofc

she likes the mysterious aspect of it

the comfortable silence is always nice between you two

she’s shy about any kissing for a while, especially if it’s in front of the girls

bc they will tease her about it

jeongyeon and jihyo are on you when they meet you for the first time

mainly bc tzuyu has kept you a secret for the first month you both began going out and they didn’t find out until month 2

but they notice how you bring out a much louder side of tzuyu

she’s much more talkative and even gets a few pick up lines that get you flustered

puts you in her hoodies

no like she’ll come up to you with a hoodie of hers and slides it on you

but you don’t mind bc her scent is on it

you’ll ask her to sing to you

gets flustered if you’re ever brought up in interviews

wants you away from intruding people such as paparazzi or sasaengs

her heart will go into panic mode if any threat is made against you

shy with anything intimate or suggestive so you have to make the first move

such as the first kiss

but once her lips hit yours she was on cloud nine

likes to stay home with you but will occasionally take you out on a nice little dinner/date

once you both got serious she’s been thinking about the real intimate part of relationships

s e x

one night she was with you and she peeked down your shirt seeing your cleavage and boy did she get hard

you got shy at how big she was, and she got shy bc she surely couldn’t hide it

but she confessed to wanting to take that next step with you

sounds of pleasure filled the room besides the tv that played in the background

she was smiling happily by the end of it watching you sleep

she knew you were the one after that

she wants to take you to taiwan and to her hometown one day

she thought maybe she’ll take you on your anniversary

isn’t very vocal but her love shows through her actions

but she when she does say those three words they fill your heart with joy

wants to hold you forever

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sydflow · 1 year

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g!p momo hcs next please? 🥺

enjoy! <3

POSSESSIVE AF

far worse than nayeon

she’s sexy and she knows it

but she can be a lil softie every now and then

does so much for you

she mainly will cook for you (ever since watching her cook in that manager episode it’s just so ugh 😍)

likes to shop with you for new clothes

loves to try new foods with you

likes to go out to eat with you

you both are just foodies

surprised not really surprised but she can be very shy

so the teasing that comes from the girls about you makes her very flustered

whenever you’re mentioned she gets shy even

buries her face into your shoulder when she gets shy

you tease her about where her confidence went lol

likes to have her arm around your waist when you’re both out

selfies are a yes

even has photos of you sleeping

has you as her wallpaper

you laugh whenever she’s struggling with her japanese

you love watching this woman dance

you truly believe she was meant to be up on that stage dancing her heart out

kisses you randomly

you’ll be watching something and you’ll feel lips on yours

or talking to one of the girls and you’ll suddenly be met with a momo who’s got her lips puckered

forehead kisses

i feel like momo is a person to wear perfume some days and a little bit of cologne on others

she’s shy about her singing voice so you give her that confidence boost

will make you dress in her clothes no questions asked just do it

wearing her clothes will make her hard ngl

is big and she flexes it very hard to you

her smirk will be the end of you

doesn’t even try to hide her bulge that’s there and she knows you’re staring

is actually very nervous for your first time

asking you if you’re sure and if you want to take this next step with her

“you can always say stop.”

she makes you feel so loved and cared for that night; vice versa

in the morning you both make breakfast while she sways with you at the stove

although i have a pet peeve of smacking, i wouldn’t mind it coming from her :]

will mumble ‘i love you’ into your neck or whisper it in your ear

you both take walks with boo/demon dog and dobby

just wants a content and happy life with you away from chaos (uhm, dispatch, sasaengs and paparazzi)

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sydflow · 1 year

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a heart to the world

sana x jihyo

soft angst, not proofread

"It hurts."

"Of course, it hurts... It feels like my whole entire being has been ripped apart," Sana had answered with the smallest broken voice. Tears threatening to spill at the next blink.

Jihyo really isn't sure how they ended up here.

(She knows exactly how they ended up here)

It was like any other late night with the girls. Drinking with a corny drama on, snacks around, gossip between lips and ears... Just like any other night.

But as it was approaching its end, she noticed Sana staying back a little longer than usual. Normally, she'd be the fourth one to leave right after Dahyun, Mina and Tzuyu, but here she was… Still sitting on the couch, cup of tea in hand, watching Nayeon and Momo argue about which character is the best in this drama she barely paid attention to.

After bidding her goodbyes to the rest of the girls and shooing Jeongyeon out because no way in hell she's gonna do her dishes at 3 a.m., Jihyo stayed at the door.

Hand holding the handle and eyes glued to the back of Sana's head.

She knew something was wrong.

Jihyo kept an eye on her the whole night. Sana in her corner, hiding behind her hot beverage, her mind clearly elsewhere. She didn't even hear her speak once nor let out her sweet laugh. Absolutely nothing.

This wasn't like her.

"I can see you staring at me, Jihyo."

With a sharp intake of breath, she straightened herself and slowly made her way to the couch.

"What? Like you have eyes at the back of your head?" she chuckled, trying her very best to lift the mood up a bit.

She hated how heavy the atmosphere was. It wasn't hostile or anything, but just... deeply gloomy. Like all the light has been sucked into a dark hole.

"I can see your reflection in the TV screen."

So much for lifting the mood, Jihyo.

She sat beside her and held her breath. Jihyo's never been the one to ask how someone's doing. Or to be pushy and force someone to open up to her. She's the type of person to just sit and wait for the worst and then try her best to fix the mess.

Sana isn't someone who'll say how she actually feels.

And she isn't someone who will lay all her worries on the table.

A terrible match isn't it?

They sat there for a while without saying a word. TV was kept on for some colours in the background. The early morning commercials channel on with the volume low. It was a strange contrast; a solemn apartment with a single cheerful voice trying to sell some useless products…

Sana finally broke the silence. She placed the cup on the coffee table and turned to face Jihyo, bending a leg under her to mirror her position. She wasn't surprised to see her look at her with big, worried eyes. She is her best friend after all. Maybe something more, but that's another thing they might never talk about.

"I know you think there's something wrong, Ji."

"Because there is."

They stared at each other. Jihyo's jaw clenched and a crease formed between her brows. Sana's face softened.

"I don't like when you worry."

"Well, give me a reason not to! It feels like I'm losing you. There's something wrong, Sana!"

"I know."

"You know I'm always here if you wanna talk."

"I know, Ji."

Jihyo seemed out of breath, her face red and her chest rising and falling at a rapid pace.

"Sana... please."

Jihyo reached for her hand and interlocked their fingers.

This is what Sana hated the most. Make others worry.

"I haven't been well and it's so silly," a squeeze of the hand and a peck to the palm, "I think the issue is my heart. It's too big... I have this want to give and give and not expect anything and return and it feels like I'm losing myself in this."

Jihyo nodded and pulled her closer, legs touching.

"It's like I love so hard to the point it pains me. I never tell others that I'm not doing well. I don't want them to worry about me. I want to be good for them, be someone they don't have to check up on because they know they're okay."

She felt Jihyo's thumb pass over her cheek. She didn't realize she was crying.

"And then, with this stupid big heart... I forgive and forgive and give too many chances. I can't stop seeing the good in people and I can't stop getting fooled. Every time I get hurt, the scar gets bigger, but the heart gets bigger too. It's never-ending, Jihyo. I always fall back into this bottomless pit."

Jihyo slipped her arms around and hugged her hard.

"It hurts."

"Of course it hurts... It feels like my whole entire being has been ripped apart," Sana answered with the smallest broken voice. Tears threatening to spill at the next blink, "I never knew evil would be coming from within."

"Sana, baby..."

"And then there's this voice telling me to stop complaining and be grateful because look where you are now. It's just so hard and I'm so tired. I want my heart to belong to me and not the world. I want my heart back."

Jihyo cradled Sana's face with inexplicable tenderness.

"This heart never left you, my angel. It's there," Jihyo trapped Sana's hand under hers, pressing it against her chest, "beating so loud. It's okay to be full of love. Now it's time to know exactly where to put it. It's okay to make mistakes. You're learning. And you have people who love you just as much. Don't ever doubt that. That heart is yours and will always be, Sana. You are so incredibly strong."

She let out a wet laugh, not believing the next words coming out of her mouth, "I love you, Jihyo."

She smiled and shook her head, "I know. And I love you too, Sana. So much."

Sana's heart got even bigger that night.

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sydflow · 1 year

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foiled love

villain!nayeon x fem!hero

word count: 3.6K

warnings: implied death, harm (punching/violence), mentions of a knife, a child, drugging, smoking, drinking

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Laughter rang across the living room. Vanilla-scented candles were lit to cover for the switches.

“Uno!”

With the power suddenly going out, there wasn’t much to do, no connection, no tv, and no Netflix. Boredom, however, had ended relatively quickly after Nayeon had found an old pack of uno cards sitting next to the lighter.

“Quick switch the color” you whispered to Nayeon.

“Hey no teaming!” Mira whined, pressing her last card to her chest.

Nayeon chuckled, “what color do you want?” You hummed looking at your cards, “how about red?”

“Nooo” The little girl groaned, “don’t put red! Please mom, not red!”

Placing down the ‘8’ card Nayeon smirked looking at her in the eye, “red”, she mouthed. But instead of a sound of distress, your daughter chuckled back, “really, seems like I got you both” You were astonished as your daughter of only six years placed a seven red, right atop Nayeon’s eight.

“I won, I won!” She got up and jumped, her arms flapping with excitement.

“Oh…” Nayeon leaned back, both of you just got manipulated by your own daughter, “how did I fall for that?” She groaned, and you patted her back, “she learned it from you” You whispered pecking her cheek before going up to Mira, lifting her up as she squealed and wrapped her arms around your neck, her tiny hands grasping the back collar of your shirt.

“You’re so devious, my clever little girl” Nayeon tickled her sides, as she squirmed in your arms. Mira yawned as she snuggled closer to you, “Someone’s getting sleepy”

“Not sleepy”

“C’mon sweetie, the faster you fall asleep the faster tomorrow will come” You hummed walking towards your daughter’s bedroom. Her twin size bed adorned with blush pink sheets and blankets, her room themed around her favorite color, a soft mouse plush sat atop her night stand, head tilted just slightly. Nayeon grabs the plush and you begin to tuck your daughter in. As you were about to get off the bed, she wrapped her tiny hand around yours, “Can I have a story, please mommy?”

“I don't know sweetie” You smiled, “Only if you promise to fall asleep right after”

“Promise”

“Okay then” You look at Nayeon who comfortably sat against the headboard, ready to listen as well. You catch her eye, “How about the story where the hero falls in love with the villain?”

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This was boring. You never understood why you took on scouting missions, there would be no fight, no drama, nothing. But you wouldn’t disagree that the room was stunning.

Silk sheeted tables were placed around the dance floor, the bar in the corner, waiters came and went, and the large crystal embellished chandeliers hung from the towering ceilings. The orchestra played beautifully behind the dance floor, their songs embodied the royal ambience of the room. They played old russian waltz, czards, and even swan lake, which surprised you. These songs remind you of your mother and father, and their record player back at home. Who knew a masked masquerade would give you so much nostalgia.

You sighed, having nothing to do swirling your glass of sparkling water and playing with your mask was the only form of entertainment as you sat alone, your comrades had taken it upon them to go dance. All while you ‘keep watch’.

“Care to dance with me, pretty lady” You turn to see another woman, their mask shaped like a bunny, its silver ears pointed high, matched the lovely silver dress and the feathered scarf of the person in front of you. It hugged her curves in just the right places, and her sterling rings can only show how much power this person holds as it’s held in front of you. You could only stare.

“I can’t stand by and not invite such a stunning woman as yourself for a waltz on the floor” Her red tinted lips formed a smirk. You stare into her eyes and they hold something sinister, something that draws you in. You grasp her hand, it would be suspicious if you refused “the pleasure would be mine”.

The song was slow, her hand gripped yours firmly as you followed the rhythmic music, spinning, swaying, and stepping. Her eyes were enchanting, the chocolate brown so sweet yet so bitter, a taste which seems familiar, but you can’t seem to pinpoint how.

The pace suddenly changed, a new song, a faster waltz, her hand fell down to your waist as yours went up to her shoulder, the stepping, the swaying, the spinning, it all got faster. You thank your father for teaching you at such a young age, otherwise you would have been stumbling over your dress.

And just like that the song was over, and everyone went into applause. “You danced magnificently, darling” the girl mused, her arm still wrapped around your waist as she walks you off the dance floor, “Where did such a pretty girl like you learn to dance so gracefully”

You chuckled, you had yet to notice that you were heading towards the back door, “My father taught me when I was-” Just then your earring buzzed, “Y/N great performance but something was noticed outside the building try to go check it out”

“Are you okay? You stopped talking there?” The girl laid her hand on your shoulder.

“Yes everything is fine” Your eyes go wide for a moment before quickly feigning discomfort, “It’s quite hot in here isn’t it? I’ll go step outside for a moment, excuse me”

You begin to turn away before she grasps your arm, “I’ll go with you” She hastily suggests, “I mean a pretty girl such as yourself shouldn’t be alone, should she now?”

You were to object, the words on the tip of your tongue, but then again that would be too suspicious, “I suppose so”

—

It was definitely cooler, a little too cold. You shivered as you looked around, nothing seemed abnormal. You hugged yourself, rubbing your arms to gain some warmth. You felt something on your shoulders, a silver feathered scarf wrapped around you. You look to the side, oh right she was here.

“It’s quite calm out here” She laid her head against the wall, a cigar pressed against her lips, where she got that from you wouldn't know.

She offered you one but you refused, “I don’t smoke, it’s bad for your lungs”

She chuckled, “Everything is bad sweetie” She looks at you, as you slightly pout at her words, “cute” she mumbles.

“What was that?” You turn to face her, she shrugs her shoulders, “You seem pretty clean, you don’t drink either I presume?”

“How would you know?” You scoff a bit annoyed at her remark, even if it was true. “I saw your drink honey, sparkling water? really?”

You just look at her, the reason why you were outside in the first place now in the back of your mind. “You came outside just to smoke a blunt didn’t you?” She turns, the both of you facing each other, you die to know what she looks like under the mask.

“No, you intrigue me, why don’t you tell me more about yourself little mouse” Your eyes widen, ‘little mouse’. Only one person ever calls you that.

“Why did you call me little-” Your words were cut off as you took a good look at the person in front of you. Those eyes, no wonder why they were so familiar, and that smirk, oh god why didn’t you catch on sooner. You feel a prick on your shoulder, a tranquilizer. You hiss at the pain before ripping it out, you see as she takes off her mask.

Your knees weaken, and you fall into her arms, her hand grazes your chin as she softly removes the one thing that kept her from taking a good look at your face, “I should- I should’ve known” you mumble before losing the battle of keeping your consciousness.

—

Nayeon really did find you pretty, now that you lay in her lap (albeit unconscious) she couldn’t help but to admire your face. She moved the hair covering your face behind your ear, she traced under your eyes, down your nose to your lips.

She heard footsteps behind her, “I told you to wait for the signal” She grits.

“It seemed like she was on to you”

Nayeon sighed, “I know I accidentally revealed myself”

The man scoffed, “That was a rookie move, I thought you were a powerful villain, guess what they say is wro-“

“Would you shut up, don’t forget who you’re working for, Sunny” Nayeon glared at the red haired man as she lifted you up.

“Sorry, do you need help?” Nayeon walks past him toward the alley where a black van with tinted windows is parked. “don’t you dare touch her”

—-

You woke up in a familiar room, you’ve been in here too many times to know that this is one of Im Nayeon’s chambers, a room she specifically labeled yours. A paper taped to the front of the door, ‘little mouse’ written in your blood. You groan at the sudden headache, whatever was in that vile was strong.

You’ve been in this position too many times to know what to do and how to escape. You’re quick to untie the ropes that hold your wrists together with lazy knots. Your legs are weak as you stumble for the door, always unlocked. You took a breath before opening the door. She would be standing there. But maybe, just maybe she won’t be this time.

You twist the knob and walk out, but then you're pushed back in right away, “tsk tsk, little mouse, we play this game all the time, why do you always need to scurry and leave” She closed the door behind her.

“Now” she pulls out a knife, “why don’t you tell me why you were at the ball hmm?” Her smile widens as she walks towards you. You’re quick to get up and run towards the chair, anything would work as a weapon right now.

“That’s none of your business”

You lift it the best you can and throw it at Nayeon. But fear shoots through you as you watch her catch the chair with ease. “Y/N”, her eyes meet yours, “don’t make me do something I’ll regret, I need you to be a good girl right now and tell me,” she watches as you tremble, “the reason behind that mission. Who were you looking for?”

From behind your back you quickly use the rope, sliding past her forcing the rope against her legs to make her stumble and fall. The knife falls from her hand and quickly you stab her leg before running out the room.

“Go ahead! I’ll have fun capturing you again, little mouse!” Her yells echo along the halls as you run out. This wasn’t the first time you escaped but you had never hurt her that bad.

—

Three weeks had passed and there was no sign of her, honestly it felt weird, no miserable coincidences had struck the city and everything was just normal.

You pace around your room, paranoid, there’s nothing to do, no missions, no saving, nothing. Gosh you do find yourself bored a lot. Maybe you should pick yourself a hobby, gardening, sewing, maybe painting?

Your phone rang, and you picked up quickly, a little too quick. Gosh you sound so desperate. “Hello?”

“Y/N!!!” A girl squealed from the other line, you brought your phone away from your ear.

“Sanaaa” You groan, “too loud”

“Sorry y/n, I’m surprised you answered so quickly,” She whisper squealed. “I was wondering if you wanted to go out tonight”

“Go out where?”

“Oh you know…the club. Just us and girls, I know you don’t drink but it’ll be an outing, it seems like you need it”

You look at your desk, empty except for a pink mouse plusht, the club does sound more fun than sitting alone and being paranoid all night.

“Okay sure, what time?”

Another squeal,

“Goodness Sana”

“Sorry, sorry”

—

The club was packed, sweaty bodies rubbed against one another on the dance floor, people were chatting at the booths or the bar. You were having fun, you might not be drunk, but letting go was a good feeling.

“So how’s the little hero doing?” Jihyo is quick to change the topic onto you.

“Me? I’m doing fine” Everyone’s eyes were on you.

“What about miss villain?” Momo smirked. Your cheeks turned pink,

“What about her? All she does is ruin my missions” You mumble.

“Oh come on, ‘little mouse’? I don’t think someone would call their sworn enemy that”, Sana is quick to pitch in. The girls begin to tease you,

“Oh little mouse where have you gone”

“Cute little mousy for the big bad villain”

“Sh-shut up. I’m going to go get another Dr. Pepper,” you stutter, grabbing your empty glass and walking away from the group, their drunken laughs getting distant.

“Dr. Pepper please” you push your glass towards the bartender, who seems to gladly take the glass,

“One Dr. Pepper for the pretty lady, coming right up” He was slightly preppy, bits of fiery red hair poking out from under his hat. What a unique hair color, you thought.

You took a couple sips of your drink when it arrived and noticed a piece of paper stuck to the bottom, ‘how have your parents been?’. Your eyes widened, she’s back?

Hastily you walk back to the booth, but the closer you got the more distorted everything seemed to be, someone bumped into you and you felt something press onto your neck. “Sana, need to go home” you mumbled, falling into the girl's arms.

“Y/N? Are you drunk? No way, that’s why you never drink, you’re such a lightweight!”

—

You stumble into your apartment, “do you need help getting settled Y/N?” Mina asked.

“No thanks” You say slightly slurred, “you help them” you point to her car, a screeching Momo and a squealing Sana had gotten outside running circles around a lamppost, Jihyo sat in the car yelling at them through the open window. Mina groans at the sight, “okay fine, just this time, call me if you need anything” She leaves. You need to get to your parents as soon as possible.

You turn around and walk straight into the wall, your headache intensifying, “why am I always on the brink of losing consciousness?” You mumble to no one, you finally make it to your room, after tripping over a carpet, bumping into a table, and walking into the bedroom door.

But as soon as you open the door, you run straight into someone’s arms, “nice to see you too little mouse” an all too familiar voice rings in your ears. You’re out of it, so very out of it.

“Huh? What happened to my good girl, I thought you didn’t drink? What’s this-” She’s cut off by a finger pressed to her lips,

“You have… wonderful eyes” You mumble cupping her face, Nayeon’s face is pink, your favorite shade. You needed to do something, what was it?

“I- uh” She’s at a loss, never have you flirted back, what exactly did you drink? Her hand trails up to your neck and she feels something, quickly she pushes your hair back and notices a little black circular object, “A tracker?”

She looks back at you, your dopey smile although so very cute was worrying, your drink had been spiked, you’re drugged. She begins to tap your face, “Y/N? Y/N! Where were you just now?” No reply, “Oh god” She rips the tracker off of you, “We need to get you out of here, before it’s too late”

“Hm? I think it’s a little too late," a perky voice says from behind her. She feels a prick at her back and grunts at the sudden pain, she rips it out and looks at the familiar dart. “You’ll pay for this” She turns to meet fiery red hair, “I’ll end you”

—

Nayeon had woken up with a groan, her arms and legs tied to the chair. She looks to her right and sees you. “Y/N?” She whispered, she’d never seen you like this. Your eyes were blown wide, staring straight, tears flowed down your cheeks, but you stayed still as they traveled down to your chin, dying on your shirt.

She followed your eyes to be met with your parents. They were on the other side of the wall, it seems like they couldn’t see either of you, must be an one way glass. Yes, she has mentioned your parents in the past, but she never, ever, planned on harming them. Whoever did this will pay, they will suffer just as much they’ve made you suffer.

She hears you begin to sniffle, then you begin to yell. You scream for your parents, and Nayeon stares wide eyed. She feels useless.

“Y/N” Her whispers die on her lips “please calm-“ the door slams open and in walks the man Nayeon never should have trusted. Your screams immediately stop.

“Sunny” she glares hard, she hates the neon red color, the fire in his hair can’t compare to the fire behind her eyes. “I’ll end you, you’ll wish you never would have met me”

“Oh, I’m not here for you, Ms. Im” His devilish smirk, evident. “I need to know what the secret hero organization is planning”

He walks past Nayeon and stands in front of you, “Ms Y/ln” he looks down at your limp form “it’s a pleasure to formally meet you, Ms Im talks about you all the time” his hand reaches under your chin.

“My, my what a pretty girl indeed, no wonder you’re so gushed on. Unfortunately…” his eyes trails onto Nayeon a cold gaze locked onto another, “I don’t have much time, so let’s get started shall we”

He proceeds to ask you questions about previous missions and the identities of your coworkers. You, however, keep silent, your eyes remain on those of your fathers, his clueless expression staring into yours, even if he can't see you.

“Hey!” Sunny grips your cheeks hard forcing your head up to look at him, “LOOK. AT. ME.” He yells as you shut your eyes, his nails marking your skin, he smirks at your pain, “when I am talking to you” he whispers, then he begins to laugh a wicked sound, one that makes ears bleed.

“If you don’t answer me” he says between cackles, “I’ll hurt her” He points to Nayeon. That woke you up, “You wouldn’t…”

“Oh?” He leans down, his face directly in front of yours, “the girl does talk. Hmm, well if she can make you talk then I think I’ll change this up a bit” He drags your chair in front of hers, Nayeon stared at you in disbelief, the both of you stare into each other’s eyes before a punch is thrown directly onto Nayeon’s face.

“For each time you don’t answer she’ll receive something in return” he darkly smiles at you. “Now who’s the leader of the system?” Your mouth opens, you hesitate.

“Don’t!” Nayeon cuts you off, “Don’t. I can take it” Sunny chuckles, repeating the question and you do as Nayeon says, he rolls his sleeves up and proceeds.

—

“Stop! Stop it!” Tears had started to flow again, Nayeon had a black eye and bruises covering her face, her sweater had even begun to tear around her torso. You whimper as Sunny stops, and turns back to you, “are you willing to answer my questions now?”

“yes”

Nayeon looks up at you with strain, “no” she whispers. “He’ll kill you!” Sunny laughs.

“Good choice” He stands in front of you once more, his body blocking Nayeon’s all you could hear is her scruffed breaths. “We’ll start off from the top” He fixes his sleeves and takes off his gloves, “Who is the lead-”

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“But, before he can say anything…” You whisper slowly, your daughter stares wide eyed, “the door bursts open, and in comes police officers, to save the day!”

“They’re able to handcuff Sunny and take him away, for good” You push hair behind her ears, and fix her blankets, “the end” you kiss the top of her head and her eyes close. Nayeon stands behind you, her arm wrapped around your waist as she also leans in to kiss your daughter goodnight.

And just as the two of you begin to walk out a soft mumble escapes her lips, “mommy”. You hum softly, “yes sweetie”

“What happened after, to the hero and the villain?”,

“Oh?” you look at Nayeon for some help, she smiles, “the hero told the villain how much she loves her and the villain felt the same way and gave up being bad” she holds your hand looking into your eyes, “all for the hero”.

“Mmkay” your daughter mumbles before her soft snoring fills the room, and you blow out the candle before closing the door and leaving.

—

You two walk into the master bedroom and start preparing for bed, as you do your nightly routine in front of the vanity mirror, Nayeon leans into you from behind.

“You changed some parts” She mumbles into your neck, “what was that darling?” you turn around pulling her closer to you.

“In the story, you changed some parts” She yawned, you smiled, pulling her onto the bed and under the covers. You rubbed her back as she sighed against you, “that I did, we’ll tell her the true story when the time comes, she’s far too young to understand, I think i took it too far with the punching and the drugging” You whisper.

"He didn't even punch me, it was a knife" She grumbled,

"oh I know, but you're my strong baby and took it like a champ" Nayeon feigned a scoffed, "I'm not a baby".

the two of you lay in silence, trying to get some shut eye, that was until Nayeon spoke,

“Are you going to visit them tomorrow?” she asked.

“Yes, I will, I might bring Mira along too” You mumble, your eyes beginning to drop as you snuggle closer.

“It’s about time she meet her grandparents” it’s your turn to yawn as Nayeon’s breath fans your neck, “even if it’s at a cemetery”

#nayeon x reader #nayeon imagines #twice x reader #twice imagine #nayeon #twice imagines

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sydflow · 1 year

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not rich: HAWAII!?!?

poly!twice x fem!reader

“Guess who just booked us a trip to Hawaii?” Nayeon burst into the room, phone in her hands showing everyone first class plane tickets.

“Really?!” Sana squealed getting up rushing towards Nayeon followed by everyone else. You however merely pouted, the girls always go on work related trips so it wasn’t anything new for you. You were just saddened by the thought of being alone for the next few days.

Jeongyeon sat next to you, her fingers running through your hair. “Why the long face aren’t you excited?”

You were confused, “of course I’m happy for you girls" you turn on your protective girlfriend mode and give them the same speech before any of their trips.

“make sure to eat and nap between meetings I know how drained you girls get after plane rides. Jihyo make sure not to drink too much you know what happened last time right? and Tzuyu make sure not to stare into the souls of the other people attending the meetings. And Dahyunie please don't get distracted by some candy store. ” you take a deep breathe before wanting to continue but a pair of arms come up from behind you pulling you into a bone crushing hug. And Dahyun stands in front of you Nayeon’s phone in hand.

“I don’t think you understand” Momo huffs into your ear, not planning on letting you go anytime soon.

And Dahyun shows you the phone screen, “see, there’s ten tickets here not nine, it’s vacation honey not work”

Your eyes widen in realization, “holy smokes”

“Fuck yes indeed! We’re going to Hawaii baby!” Chaeyoung squeals shaking Jihyo by the shoulders.

“Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!” You rush towards Nayeon, giving her a tight squeeze, “I’ve never been! Oh we could go to a luau or surfing or jet-skiing or just stuff our faces full of yummy food! Oh god this is going to be so much fun!”

The girls look at you with pure admiration in their eyes as you continue to gush about this upcoming trip.

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You’ve never seen first class seats in person and what astonished you was how much leg room you had. You swung your feet as you sat down and just couldn’t keep yourself from peeping into the little compartments of your seat.

You were sat between Tzuyu and Mina, only an aisle separating you from them. You were a giggly mess.

you? in first class? Past you would find it hard to believe that you even had the chance to ride first class. Your smile didn’t waiver, even as the plane took off. Okay Y/N calm down, you took a deep breath, calm down.

She can’t decide whether you’ve noticed, but Tzuyu couldn’t take her eyes off you. Once the plane had stabilized and everyone was free to take their seatbelts off, you were quick to press the button for assistance. Both Tzuyu and Mina noticed this and got worried if something went wrong.

“Baby, is everything okay?” Mina whispered hoping it doesn’t catch the attention of the other girls before all hell breaks loose.

“Is everything okay? Everything is going great!” You give her a sincere smile,

“Then why did you press-“

“Hello ma’am you called for assistance is there anything you need help with?” A flight attendant had cut Mina off, as she walked towards you.

“Yes I need help” You murmur, pulling out a sheet of paper from one of the compartments and showing it to the flight attendant, “which one do you think is better the Pinot Noir or the Cabernet Sauvignon”

Both Tzuyu and Mina’s jaws fell, “They’re both good ma’am but I’d like to point out that the Stella Rosa is a favorite although not as expensive the berry and pineapple flavors are quite tasty”

“Hmm okay, I think I’ll go for the berry flavor, thank you” You hummed to yourself as you waited for your drink to arrive, adjusting the pillow behind you and then the blanket that lazily laid on your lap.

“Baby? Don’t you think it’s a bit early for a drink?” Mina asked she’s not going to force you not to drink but she’s just concerned.

"I wouldn’t have assumed you were the type to drink much" Tzuyu commented.

"There's a lot you don't know about me cuties" You blow a kiss to Mina and wink a Tzuyu. The two look away, a soft blush coating their cheeks. You notice the flight attendant walking dow the aisle towards you, not before stopping at what you presumed Jihyo's seat as she hands a passenger a bottle of soju. "Here you go ma'am, enjoy"

As you take a sip, you let out a sigh of satisfaction, leaning into your seat, putting on some headphones and turning on some titanic. You can't wait for this trip to start.

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