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The cold nights in Wallachia are much more barrable if you are not alone.
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keep it going all night (don't stop)
-- dahyun / tzuyu, 3.55k. smut // overstimulation, exhibitionism. dahyun's just a liiittle mean and sana makes a brief appearance // MEN DNI
where do they get all this energy, anyway?
dahyun doesn't know where tzuyu gets all this energy.
“i- i can't, tzu,” she pants, pushing at tzuyu's wrist.
her eyes are already falling close, and she's all but knocked out in between laboured breaths and weak trembles.
tzuyu, on the other hand, still has a palm on her thigh and the same lidded gaze she had when she dipped her fingers under dahyun's shorts an hour ago.
though, she obeys anyway and pulls back her hand.
“are you okay?” she asks, voice exceptionally tender despite her messily wet fingers.
“mhm,” dahyun mumbles, head lolling to the side. “you were… really good.”
there's a pleasant buzz in her tummy that could coax her to sleep any moment, but she also desperately wants to repay the pleasure.
“are you?” dahyun continues, urging tzuyu to come closer.
“i am if you are,” tzuyu grins.
she lays a reassuring kiss on the tip of dahyun's nose, calming dahyun's heartbeat, but dahyun isn't quite convinced.
“that means you're not.”
tzuyu only keeps smiling. she brushes stray wisps of hair off dahyun's forehead, even though dahyun's sure it's too messy at this point to be saved. “sleep, unnie. i’ll clean up.”
dahyun throws an arm over tzuyu's neck to keep her in place.
they're not even undressed, so she can't imagine tzuyu's had enough already.
“i'm not sleepy. tell me what you're thinking about, please?”
she plays with the baby hair on the back of tzuyu's neck idly, intent on looking right into tzuyu's eyes.
tzuyu has never been the type to get off from just being on the giving end – dahyun knows she's thinking about something; knows she wants more.
“unnie, don't look at me like that.”
“like i want to know what filthy thoughts you're having right now?”
tzuyu bites her bottom lip, eyes darting. “... i don't know if you'll like it.”
dahyun slips her palm down the tzuyu's cheek, bringing tzuyu's focus back on her. “i'll love it as long as it makes you feel good, you know that.”
their eyes meet for only a moment before tzuyu panics again. “you don't have to if you don't want to.”
dahyun lets out an endeared chuckle. “i don't think i'll ever not want to try, but i promise.”
tzuyu sucks in a breath and lays her forehead on dahyun's shoulder.
“okay,” she says, then swallows.
“can you be a little, um… mean...? to me?”
dahyun's frowns slightly at the unfamiliar suggestion.
she knew tzuyu loved being praised, but this sounded like the complete opposite.
“like, calling you a… slut?” dahyun tries.
“no!” tzuyu jolts up, though still awfully flustered. “not… not the names, but something like that. just… i don't know. like… be mean, but still say i'm good..”
dahyun's mind blanks for a second, then suddenly there's warmth blossoming from the base of her neck up to her cheeks, and her imagination runs a little.
“oh.”
she wonders how long tzuyu has been thinking about this – and how tzuyu has only now just told her about it. a part of dahyun flushes at the thought of tzuyu becoming even more submissive under her, but another part of her melts at tzuyu's vulnerability.
before she can conjure up a coherent response, one that could encapsulate all her feelings, tzuyu pulls away to stand up.
she presses her palms over her face to cover its reddening hue, embarrassed. “it's okay, forget it.”
dahyun reacts instantly. “no, let's try.”
she scrambles to stand up, reaching out to touch tzuyu's elbow reassuringly. she gently tugs tzuyu hands down, prompting her to look at her, careful.
“really?” tzuyu asks meekly. her palms fall from her cheeks, but dahyun can still feel the tension in her shoulders.
“really,” dahyun catches her wrist and intertwines their fingers, rubbing her thumb soothingly.
she steps closer, then whispers carefully into tzuyu's ear; lets her breath hit tzuyu's jaw. “just tell me when to stop.”
tzuyu's heart flips and she feels like she should say something – but all the words stuck in her throat come out as a squeak when dahyun kisses the skin right below her earlobe, slow and soft.
“hyun– ”
“sit down, baby,” dahyun husks, in her velvety low timbre that always makes tzuyu melt.
tzuyu sits and stares up wordlessly as dahyun moves to straddle her lap. her hands automatically find purchase on dahyun's waist before dahyun pushes them away.
“no touching.”
tzuyu pouts. “unnie…”
dahyun pinches her cheeks and raises her brows cheekily. “do you want me to tie you up too?”
she means it as a joke, but then tzuyu starts pursing her lips and clutching at the sheets, and dahyun knows how to read her all too well.
she scratches tzuyu's chin lightly, smirking. “i'll use the silk, hm?”
they don't use restraints much, or toys for that matter, but dahyun guesses this is special enough of an occasion.
as she rifles through their closet for that largely untouched box, tzuyu remains frozen in place.
“i said no touching, not no moving,” dahyun chuckles, returning to her lap once again.
there's a nagging voice in the back of her head telling her to be mean, but she also really can't help pampering whenever tzuyu freezes up like that, too shy to make a move. it reminds her of their first time together – though, in a way, this was their first time, too, doing something a little different.
dahyun traces her fingers from tzuyu's shoulder blades down her wrists, then brings tzuyu's palms together in between them.
her gaze darts back up to tzuyu's eyes, a silent request for permission that is promptly given under dilated pupils and anticipating nods.
tzuyu's skin looks incredibly pretty against white silk, dahyun realises. maybe they should touch that box more.
“you are a sight to behold, tzu,” she whispers, almost struck breathless.
dahyun pushes tzuyu back, dragging her bounded hands over her head as she falls.
she tries taking it all in – tzuyu's doe eyes, tzuyu's already heaving chest, tzuyu under her. she doesn't think she could ever tire of this sight.
“i'll stop everything the moment you say stop, okay? or just put your arms down and tap my shoulder twice.”
“i can take it,” tzuyu insists.
dahyun smiles. she barely even has to set the mood – tzuyu's brought herself all the way in.
“already so eager to please – aren't you such a good girl?”
she knows it's contrary to what tzuyu had requested, but she also knows praise gets tzuyu going just as well.
by the looks of tzuyu biting her bottom lip and as red as dahyun has ever seen her before, she's absolutely right about it.
dahyun presses her wrists into the mattress forcefully. “keep your hands up here for me, dear.”
she leans over to give tzuyu a kiss, but when tzuyu turns her face to try and capture her lips, she stops just short of them.
“not yet,” she juts.
tzuyu gapes a little, surprised.
dahyun lays a peck on her cheek. “that'd be too nice, wouldn't it?”
a tinge of helplessness flashes across tzuyu's face, but dahyun ignores it in favour of peppering kisses down her jaw, nipping lightly. her hands move to tzuyu's waist, nails scratching against skin as she hikes tzuyu's shirt up.
it's enough to make tzuyu squirm as she tries to keep her arms above her head, brows furrowed tight.
dahyun palms her over her bra and she lets out a whimper. her back arches immediately, curving into dahyun.
“you like this?”
dahyun pushes the fabric up higher and pinches a hardened nipple, before running over it with her thumb. tzuyu yelps in response, shoulders shrinking as her body twists. her hips rise instinctively, but dahyun keeps her down.
tzuyu has never been vocal in bed, not past those quiet sounds that leave the back of her throat, and dahyun has never minded it – though, today seemed like the perfect day to try something new.
“you're breathing so hard… and we haven't even done anything,” dahyun muses.
she drags her other finger between tzuyu's chest, then over the dips of tzuyu's ribs as it tenses under her touch. tzuyu's shirt is bunched up at her collarbone, so dahyun can only imagine it's even more suffocating for her than usual.
“you want me to touch you that bad?”
she's not one to tease this much, but she lets it roll off her tongue anyway, and watches tzuyu's reaction.
tzuyu's pulse races beneath her fingers, skin on fire.
dahyun leans forward, tilting tzuyu's chin towards her, coy and calculating.
“you want unnie to use you?”
tzuyu stiffens under her.
for a moment, dahyun's afraid she might’ve said the wrong thing. she's ready to drop it all and apologise –
but then tzuyu nods, eyes pleading, stomach undeniably clenching under her.
dahyun raises a brow.
“you're so filthy, tzu.”
tzuyu doesn't deny it; only ruts her hips in an effort to draw dahyun's attention there.
“be patient.”
she whimpers when dahyun presses a thumb on the edge of her lips, and opens her mouth instinctively.
dahyun drags the pad of her thumb across tzuyu's bottom lip before she knocks her nail against tzuyu's teeth.
“suck.”
tzuyu takes her finger into her mouth obediently. her gaze strays, embarrassed, but a moan still escapes and her eyes still flutter when dahyun pushes her thumb deeper, opening her mouth wider.
dahyun would ask tzuyu to keep her focus on her, but she can't help being a little soft when tzuyu sounds this good.
“you make all these pretty sounds, all for me,” dahyun drawls.
she pulls her finger out, along with the drool dripping down her palm and tzuyu's cheek.
“why don't you tell me what you want with words?”
“unnie…” tzuyu huffs, slightly out of breath.
dahyun sits back intentionally. “i don't mind waiting.”
tzuyu, however, with her jaw hung open, eyes hazy – she might just be a little impatient now.
“touch me,” she mewls, pitch high with equal parts of shyness and desperation.
“what's the magic word?” dahyun hums. she rests a hand on tzuyu's chest, rubbing her drool-coated thumb over the sensitive nub. “i want you to beg, baby.”
tzuyu almost sobs. she arches into dahyun and lets out a choked moan as dahyun's mouth finds her other nipple, licking and lapping languidly. a steady wave builds in her tummy, and it's terribly hard to ignore when dahyun is sitting right on her.
“please– please touch me down there, hyunnie,” tzuyu cries. “i'll be good, i'll keep my hands up, you can use me, please, unnie, just don't wanna cum like this–”
there're tears welling up in her eyes now so she squeezes her thighs together, trying to find some friction but also trying to stop herself from coming so unsatisfyingly.
thankfully, or maybe not so thankfully at all – tzuyu really isn't in the headspace to decide – dahyun stops right when she's on the verge of falling apart.
“that's my girl,” dahyun coos. tzuyu sounds wonderful.
she licks her lips, then her fingers; then she's off, pulling tzuyu's sweats down.
“legs open, pretty.’
tzuyu listens without hesitation. dahyun settles in between her thighs.
she leaves tzuyu's underwear on, watching the damp spot slowly forming on the fabric. tzuyu's incredibly soaked through, her lust and desire painfully prominent even if she refuses to voice it without prompting.
dahyun presses the pad of her middle and index finger on the spot, teasing. “what a mess…”
tzuyu flinches instinctively. her entire body jolts upwards with a whimper when dahyun rubs up to her clit over the cloth, smearing her arousal. her arms fall below her head unconsciously, naturally seeking to pull dahyun closer despite being bound.
dahyun clicks her tongue and retracts her touch. “what happened to keeping your hands up?”
tzuyu whines at the loss. “unnie, please…”
“you're so desperate to be used you can't even go one second without whining?”
tzuyu swears she could cum from dahyun's voice alone at this point.
she has half a mind left to raise her arms again, mumbling brokenly in between. “s-sorry, but please.”
dahyun's expression softens – she's never been good with apologies – but she sets the thought aside, keeping tzuyu's initial request in mind.
normally, she wouldn't wait a second to pleasure tzuyu, but a little edging now and then never hurt anyone, did it?
she moves her fingers back to tzuyu's centre, sneaking below the fabric. dahyun sucks in a breath at the warmth engulfing her hand, but focuses on rubbing small circles over tzuyu's clit. tzuyu practically melts, throbbing with every touch and coating dahyun's fingers with wetness.
her digits slide almost effortlessly against tzuyu's heat, coaxing out quiet moans.
when the sounds heighten, growing into whimpers, dahyun knows it's time to slow down.
“you're gonna cum without asking?”
the cries leave tzuyu's mouth so easily after that.
“ah– unnie, please please please, let me...”
if her hands weren't tied together, she would be tugging on dahyun's wrist herself, but all she can do now is beg.
“please, i'm close…”
dahyun smiles, satisfied. she dips into tzuyu’s heat again, and this time, she doesn't stop rubbing until tzuyu cums.
she speeds up when tzuyu starts moaning and furrowing her brows, knees folding into dahyun and stomach clenching.
tzuyu pants heavily, thighs shaking and trembling as dahyun continues dragging out her high, spreading her slick all over. her bounded wrists are red and aching by now, and she honestly can't wait to be untied so she can finally put her hands on dahyun.
once she’s caught her breath, she peeks under her hooded eyes, expecting dahyun to come up and release her.
though, dahyun seems to be thinking about other things.
she clicks her tongue, showing tzuyu her hand. “look at how filthy you are.”
her fingers are webbed up with tzuyu’s clear arousal, sticky and warm, and it makes tzuyu’s cheeks flush. dahyun peels her ruined panties off, slathering her cum over her skin as she goes.
without warning, she dives in again, licking up tzuyu's folds and collecting the arousal greedily. tzuyu squeaks, still feeling the oversensitivity from her previous orgasm.
“unnie–! wait–”
dahyun ignores her pleas and spreads open her clamped thighs cruelly. usually, she would check in first, knowing tzuyu didn't have much stamina when it came to this – but she simply couldn't wait. maybe all that being mean was getting to her head, because now all she wanted to do was listen to tzuyu cry her name all night.
she presses the tip of her tongue against tzuyu's clit before pushing it flat, then sucks gently. tzuyu's back grows taut, arching off the bed sharply. she mumbles out a cacophony of unnies and pleases, every other word long forgotten the moment dahyun laid her mouth on her.
when dahyun's tongue finds her clit again, lapping slowly, she cums almost immediately.
“hyunnie,” tzuyu puffs out weakly, chest heaving. it's so soft that she's not sure dahyun can even hear.
she hides her face under her bicep, unable to keep her arms up straight anymore. tears stain her skin, all messy and wet and limp.
dahyun comes up to capture her lips in a comforting kiss, melting into one another despite the lewd undertones of saliva mixing with slick.
tzuyu thinks its the end of it when dahyun takes hold of her wrists, but instead of untying her, dahyun pushes them into the sheets once more.
“wh– ”
she's cut off by a vibration.
their eyes dart to the sound from dahyun's phone, but neither move.
dahyun keeps her hands on tzuyu's and retrieves her phone with the other.
“it's sana unnie,” she announces.
tzuyu lets out a sigh, happy to have found an excuse to catch her breath.
for some reason, dahyun doesn't get off her.
rather, she leans down to kiss tzuyu's tears away, and her grip tightens.
“give me one more,” she whispers.
“i-i can't… and s-sana unnie…”
dahyun picks up the call and tosses the phone aside. it's right up tzuyu's alley.
“hello? dahyunnie!” sana's voice rings.
dahyun keeps her voice steady. “hey, sana unnie. did you need something?”
as she speaks, her fingers trail down tzuyu's tummy, pressing her palm over the base of it.
tzuyu mewls, centre throbbing all over again. she bites down on her bottom lip harshly, brows twisting in a meagre attempt to keep quiet.
“i was just wondering if you and tzuyu wanted to come over tonight to watch the seollal fireworks together. is tzuyu there?” sana chirps.
dahyun smirks, sinful.
“is tzuyu here?” she echoes. her fingers slip between tzuyu's folds, prodding in.
tzuyu whimpers softly, rutting her hips.
she knows she could mouth the words, shake her head once, and dahyun would get off without hesitation; knows that the knot bounding her is loose enough to be slipped off herself – but she also knows she's terribly turned on now, even if she's sensitive all over, and that there's a part of her desperately begging for dahyun to keep going with sana listening.
“y-yes, i'm… here,” she manages, albeit a little high pitched and broken.
there's a pause on the other line, then sana speaks again. “are you two… are you sick, tzuyu?”
as tzuyu thinks of a response, dahyun thrusts two fingers into her slowly, then out again. tzuyu shivers and turns her head into the mattress in a panic, words lost in low moans.
“hello?” sana asks again.
dahyun is merciful enough to help.
“she's okay, just… distracted.”
“ah,” sana muses, sounding a little coy herself. knowing her, she's probably already guessed. “enjoy yourself, tzuyu. call me back?”
it doesn't take long to bring tzuyu over the edge again, not after hearing sana say that – another thrust and a curl of dahyun's fingers, a practised thumb to her clit – tzuyu cums a third time with a silent scream, cracked whimpers escaping her throat.
“stop, stop,” she sobs quietly, tears blurring her vision.
dahyun lets go of her hands instantly and carefully pulls her drenched fingers out.
without even bidding goodbye, she hangs up the call and returns to tzuyu's side, untying the silk. though, tzuyu's too exhausted to do anything but lay limp in the same position.
“was that too much?” dahyun asks, worried.
she rubs up and down tzuyu's stomach soothingly, trying to ease her oversensitivity.
tzuyu lets her eyes fall close, enjoying the relief dahyun was providing.
“three times… is enough,” she mumbles.
dahyun wipes her tears away with the back of her hand. “did i push too far? are you okay?”
tzuyu shakes her head. her chest rises and falls comfortably, and her mind feels like it's on a warm, velvety cloud.
“i liked it,” she assures. she brings her hand to dahyun's cheek, guiding dahyun in for a proper kiss.
dahyun continues planting kisses all over her face, even as tzuyu loses the focus to maintain the kiss. she runs a thumb over her hairline, brushing the hair out of tzuyu's sweaty forehead.
“does that mean i did well?”
“really well,” tzuyu smiles dreamily.
she ducks her head, only then noticing the mess she made on dahyun’s fingers and their sheets.
“i probably need a shower…”
“i’ll help.”
“ah, no,” tzuyu protests.
they've never been able to keep their hands off each other in the shower, and she doesn't think she can handle a fourth time, especially not standing up. she’ll have to make do with this drowsiness if she doesn't want to wake up with sore muscles tomorrow.
“i’ll shower; you change the sheets.”
dahyun traces teasing circles over tzuyu's waist. “i'll be good.”
“you won't.”
“but you like it when i'm a little mean, no?
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tzuyu comes out of the shower sweatier than when she got in.
she runs through her skincare as dahyun changes the sheets, and once that's done, she flops down carelessly, legs sore. she doesn't know where dahyun gets all this energy.
dahyun chuckles, patting tzuyu's thighs. “up, i'll dry your hair.”
tzuyu sits up begrudgingly. dahyun comes behind her with a blow dryer and her towel.
the gentle whirring of air on top of dahyun's fingers through her hair lolls her right back to sleep.
she's awoken by another call to dahyun's phone, but doesn't stay alert long enough to listen in.
she's told it's sana when dahyun leans over to whisper into her ear – “do you still wanna go over to sana unnie's?”
tzuyu stirs a little at the name. “... do you think sana unnie could tell? just now?”
dahyun pats tzuyu's hair down comfortingly. “probably. she just joked about joining us.”
tzuyu groans and lies into dahyun's front, slightly distraught. “i'm too embarrassed to go.”
dahyun laughs, but doesn't try to convince her otherwise. she puts the phone back to her ear.
“i think we'll sit out of this one, unnie. we'll visit tomorrow, i promise – sorry again!”
dahyun is quick to end the call; or maybe sana still thinks they're doing things – tzuyu isn't keen to find out.
“you liked it, though. didn't you?” dahyun teases, after she's hung up. “maybe we'll take sana unnie up on that offer, hm?”
she kisses the spot under tzuyu's earlobe, and tzuyu goes red all over again.
she decides she doesn't quite have the energy to entertain that thought –
not yet, anyway.
oh this was a roller coaster to write from start to finish -- i wrote it over so many different sessions i kept getting lost in whatever minimal plot i set for it <3 i think everyone can probably guess my fav datzu smut tropes by now.. i am just a girl 😞 top!tzu has not been forgotten, i promise!
i hope you enjoyed this chaepookie, thank you so much for waiting 🫂
anyway, thank you for reading, and thank you for interacting!! i appreciate it so much <3
#twice imagines#dahyun x tzuyu#datzu#twice smut#chou tzuyu#kim dahyun#twice fics#title: shot clock by twice#idk how much more smut i have left in me yall.. my next fic will be fluff...... unless something possesses me#i truly am not cut out for this#happy valentines day?????????
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by the time jihyo has to leave, nayeon has her focusing on something other than the fact that it was getting too dark outside, wanting to trap jihyo into staying yet another time.
sana hadn’t arrived and nayeon wanted to spoil jihyo, using such things as arguments to make jihyo sit on her lap instead of leaving. multiple websites are on display on nayeon’s laptop as jihyo searches for clothing, accessories, even useless goods that were far too cute for her to pass up, and nayeon isn’t worried in the slightest as she watches the carts from different stores getting full.
jihyo begins to forget there were things for her to do at home, her home, getting distracted with online shopping. as though it had been difficult to have such freedom with nayeon and sana’s money at first, it quickly became a hobby to spend it on things jihyo never needed to begin with.
nayeon was far too indulgent, pushing jihyo to get anything she wants, making her own suggestions at times. jihyo lets herself be cared for, melting on nayeon’s lap with each kiss left on her shoulder, too aware of the hand nayeon rests on her bare thigh.
a part of being nayeon and sana’s companion — it was a better term than the one her roommate used to describe their relationship — came with that. the touches, the kisses, staying over the night. jihyo had been shy when they first kissed her, even more so when nayeon had naturally rested her palm over her knee one day while driving, but the bashfulness slowly disappeared as she was frequently with them and such things kept happening.
nayeon’s choice of clothes for her that day had been strategic. she was seriously keen on dressing jihyo up like jihyo was her own doll, and jihyo was. it was a silent addition to their deal. sometimes, jihyo would wear outfits picked by nayeon. that was nayeon’s particular way to make jihyo more hers, which was equivalent to the jewelry given to jihyo by sana with a possessive ‘s’ engraved on each one.
and so, knowing what jihyo wore under her clothes was yet another reason why nayeon didn’t want her to go.
“considered staying yet, princess?” nayeon asks by the time jihyo has finished shopping.
“i have class early tomorrow,” jihyo mutters. there’s a squeeze of her thigh and lips being pressed against her neck. that is before they hear the sound of keys.
the ringing of the metal is faint and only jihyo seems to notice, but it has her leaving nayeon’s lap in a hurry — because that was sana, and she had missed her.
sana has no time to fully step inside the house, her hips suddenly has legs wrapped around it and there are arms around her neck. spontaneously, sana lets out a sigh of relief, all of the tension on her shoulders long gone as she holds jihyo, careful not to let her princess fall, walking inside and closing the door with the sole of her shoe.
sana coos, pecking jihyo’s cheek out of habit. “someone is excited to see me.”
nayeon joins them, kissing sana’s lips as a welcome gesture. she has been doing that for years, ever since they got married. sana lets the same sigh of relief she always did and everything feels just right. the only difference from the past to the present was that now there was no longer a missing piece in their marriage.
“would you believe she wants to go home?” nayeon remarks, almost teasing with the tone of her voice.
“i don’t want to,” jihyo quickly explains. “i promised dahyunie i’d make dinner for us tonight. and tomorrow…”
nayeon clicks her tongue. “tomorrow i’ll take you to college. no need to worry about that. but i believe you need to tell your friend you’re not going home, mhm?”
“it’s late,” sana adds. “she probably knows you’re staying with us.”
jihyo has a small pout on her lips as the choice is made for her, but she hardly wants to leave, besides, she could make up for her roommate later. so she stays, tells sana everything she had previously told nayeon about her day, and has dinner with them — not without letting dahyun know she wouldn’t go home for the night.
they’d only sleep that night. jihyo believes so, because sana was tired and nayeon hadn’t tried anything with her. perhaps nayeon was being considerate of her early schedule, it’s what jihyo thinks at first, but not long after they’re lying on the bed, nayeon has her greedy hand between jihyo’s thighs.
their deal didn’t contemplate sex. jihyo was initially there to make them company in exchange for the money she needed to stay in college and live comfortably. that was what she had agreed with. over the time, the need to be with them in more ways than one grew stronger, and only then did jihyo start to sleep with them.
sana and nayeon weren’t her first experience with it — but they were the second, and the first women she’d been with, which was adorable from their perspective, as they got the opportunity to introduce her to all sorts of things. they were taking it slow, patiently respecting jihyo’s pace, satisfied with anything she’d let them have, no matter if said thing was a kiss or sex.
“this will make you sleep faster, princess.” nayeon confidently assures. “or should i stop?”
the question is more of a demand for jihyo’s consent. jihyo shakes her head, opposed to the idea of nayeon not finishing what she had started, but she remembers sana and nayeon being strict about her being vocal. use your words, always — they told her once, on an occasion that wasn’t much different than the present one.
“no.” jihyo mutters. she’s aware of sana’s hands on the hem of her nightdress, looking away from nayeon’s face when sana manages to expose her.
“oh,” sana lets out a hum of a laugh. “how cute.”
“isn’t she?” nayeon looks down. the hand that had once been merely resting against jihyo’s center moves away. “she always chooses the ones with the cute little ribbons.”
there are two hands keeping her legs apart. nayeon’s is quickly replaced by her own leg, making it impossible for jihyo to close them if she wanted to, but sana’s stays where it is, on jihyo’s inner thigh, a place that had once been exclusive for only jihyo herself and that now was for the two older women to play with.
as though almost everything was new to jihyo in that aspect, that was the married couple’s first experience with someone like jihyo, which could explain why they were so utterly turned on by what they were seeing. it felt as if they were doing something wrong, something prohibited, when they had their little princess like that, exposed and ready to be touched, especially when what she wore looked so pure. wickedly virginal.
nayeon had personally picked that for jihyo. she constantly made jihyo choose between dark and light sets, with the dark ones being on the sexier side — there were usually no ribbons on those, but they were pretty regardless. sana only understood the motive behind nayeon’s fixation on dressing jihyo up when she realized nayeon made her a doll. and jihyo liked doing that for nayeon. becoming what she wanted.
“adorable.” sana presses her lips to jihyo’s temple. “don’t keep her waiting, darling. this princess needs to sleep early.”
nayeon complies with sana’s request, sliding the lacy fabric down jihyo’s smooth legs. it’s a shame she will no longer get to see her in the white lingerie adorned with light purple ribbons, but that is the least of nayeon’s worries once she slides two fingers into an awaiting, tight heat.
jihyo pants softly against the pillow at the feeling, the noise bringing a smile to sana’s face. nayeon’s fingers could feel like too much for someone who had little experience like jihyo — they were certainly longer than her own and nayeon knew exactly how to curve them inside, effortlessly reaching a spot that made jihyo shut her eyes tightly, crying out at the feeling.
“so easy,” sana observes while exposing jihyo’s chest calmly. the straps of her nightdress fall to her arms first, and then, with the tip of her nails, sana pulls the silky material down to bare jihyo’s chest for them. “my, my. could you believe i was forgetting how perfect these were?”
jihyo doubts the question is directed to her, but she wants to answer, wants to do more than lying down and taking, yet that was what she was there for. to be at their full mercy.
when sana wraps her lips around a hard nipple, jihyo is still only able to let moans and tiny sobs out of her mouth rather than words, but that was a enough of an answer. it told them everything they needed to know, really.
nayeon moans, getting wet as jihyo clenches around her fingers, “she loves the praise, sana. i wish you could feel this,” nayeon purrs, rubbing her nose against jihyo’s burning cheek. “she always gets so tight when you talk to her like that.”
perhaps nayeon enjoys their time with jihyo way too much. she loves the heat around her fingers, the way sana has to keep jihyo’s leg open with a firm claw or she’d surely close her legs, instinctively, how innocent their princess looked with her face crimson red, too shy to say anything when they were all but feasting on her. nayeon felt like she could come untouched from that.
oh, and the devoted innocence. it was almost like they were corrupting her, in a way. and, in a way, they were, introducing jihyo to a kind of pleasure as good as a sin, the only thing that would make jihyo's barely touched body burn and pulsate all over, reaching a peak of sheer satisfaction.
a squeeze of sana’s teeth on her nipple makes jihyo’s back arch. nayeon becomes hungrier, long fingers sliding in and out of the slippery place between jihyo’s thighs, and soon sana’s fingers are crowding on jihyo’s center, giving attention to her clit.
liquid heat pools at the corners of jihyo’s eyes and she can hardly do anything to stop herself from crying, her tolerance to pleasure clearly weak — even though that was nothing compared to what nayeon and sana wanted, and would, when they had the time, give her.
“come.” sana demands. “now.”
the sudden display of dominance pushes jihyo over the edge.
sana’s voice, as sweet as it was, could be condescending and terribly harsh, making jihyo’s stomach clench before there’s a burst of a feeling that makes jihyo use her idle hands to grip nayeon’s thigh and sana’s wrist, letting out a high pitched cry as she comes undone, forced to keep her legs open despite the urge to close them tight.
sana pulls her hand away and so does nayeon, the both of them keeping jihyo’s legs apart, staring at the mess they had made. nayeon moans as she takes fingers to her own mouth, licking them clean from the glistening liquid. sana envies her. perhaps she’d have to taste it directly from where it came, on another occasion. after all, they shouldn’t keep their princess up until late.
when nayeon is done cleaning her hand, she fixes jihyo’s nightdress and gives jihyo her panties again. it’s even worse now, to look at the cute ribbons on it after what they had done.
“good job, princess.” nayeon kisses her, a soft peck on the lips.
“you’ll sleep like a baby now,” sana coos, taunting her.
jihyo can only hide her face in the crook of nayeon’s neck and allow sana to hug her from behind, dozing off nearly instantly.
“hyunie, i’m home!”
jihyo calls, her loud voice echoing as she steps into the small apartment. to make up for her absence, she’d bought dinner for them and treats for ari.
she finds dahyun on the couch, tzuyu next to her, the both of them looking so cozy that jihyo wants to join. although they never minded when she interrupted their quality time as a couple, jihyo was far too hungry for cuddles.
“oh, she finally remembers she has a home.” dahyun keeps her eyes on the tv, pretending as if she’s annoyed.
jihyo smiles. “i brought dinner.”
“you should’ve done that yesterday.” dahyun huffs. tzuyu lets out a short laugh. dahyun pulls away. “it’s not funny! her sugar mommies are taking her away from me.”
“dahyun!” jihyo lets out a squeal, cheeks pink when dahyun calls them like that in front of tzuyu. “you know what, maybe ari will be happier eating the food i bought for you.”
jihyo grunts as she makes her way to the kitchen, ignoring dahyun’s rushed apologies behind her.
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Time To TWICE - FAKE SQUID GAME ep. 2
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And then I go and spoil it all, by saying something stupid like - i love you.
Tzuyu never thought that a walk in the snow could turn into talking with the nerdy pianist of the school band.
Love is a strong feeling.
It can do you good,
It can hurt you.
So is hate.
Two strong feelings that can affect you, that change how you talk to a person, how you think about them, how you feel about them.
For Tzuyu, however, these feelings are too strong.
She tries to ignore them.
Emphasize, she tries.
Desperately, she places her brush on a small table next to her.
She doesn't like what she has drawn on her canvas.
And it's not because it looks bad, no, Tzuyu would say of herself that she's actually pretty good at it, there's always someone to compliment her on her work.
It's more that the drawing looks too much like that one girl.
Better said, Dahyun.
Very talented, loves music and plays in the school band. Tzuyu has English and art with her.
Tzuyu is also in love.
Whether you can even call it being in love is the question.
Tzuyu would probably never say "I love dahyun" because she thinks it's stupid.
They are friends, have met up several times, sit next to each other in English and Art classes.
But for Tzuyu, it's one-sided love - because Dahyun would definitely not love the quiet girl who isn't good at anything except art.
Tzuyu lets out a sigh and looks beside her, out of the window.
The streets full of snow, the sky dark blue, a few lanterns illuminating everything.
She decides to go out, maybe it will help her get inspired to draw something.
Something that has nothing to do with Dahyun?
She puts on her coat, a scarf around her neck.
She turns off all the lights before closing the door and going out.
Every time she takes a step in the rather deep snow there is a muffled sound, somehow annoying but somehow also so pleasant.
Sometimes an old couple walks past her, or people walking their dog.
And Tzuyu thinks about how all these people have their own lives, how interesting it actually is.
And as she walks on, she hears a voice calling out to her.
At first she thinks it's her mother nagging her for dressing too thinly for such cold weather.
But when she turns around and looks at who has actually called her,
she is standing right in front of Dahyun.
She has a smile on her lips, and just like Tzuyu, she's also wearing a coat and a scarf (which is actually too big for her, but Tzuyu thinks it's cute).
"Oh, Dahyun," Tzuyu replies with a smile.
She hopes the smile doesn't look too fake, because she wasn't planning to meet Dahyun during the walk, when she actually wanted to let all the things disappear from her mind in peace.
If you want to be a little more extreme, Dahyun is actually the reason why Tzuyu is out here at all, even though she could be at home, in the warmth, alone.
"What are you doing here?" Tzuyu asks as the two start walking side by side, because she knows that Dahyun lives much further away, she knows that Dahyun has a small park pretty much next to her, so why is she right here?
"Honestly, I have no idea. I'm looking for inspiration for a song, a project in my music class, and I was thinking I need to go somewhere, somewhere I don't go often, for new thoughts" she says with a small smile, "and you?" she asks.
Tzuyu ponders a little, thinking about how she should phrase it.
Because somehow Dahyun has the same motive as her.
Only with slight differences.
"I wanted to draw, but I couldn't concentrate," answers Tzuyu.
It's not actually a lie.
But Tzuyu prefers to leave out some details.
"It looks like we're here for the same reasons," says Dahyun and laughs a little.
Tzuyu would like to turn around right now and find an excuse why she supposedly has to leave.
Because she doesn't want to make pointless small talk, she doesn't want to hear Dahyun's laughter, which only makes her fall in love with her even more.
As the two walk on, Dahyun stops in front of a frozen lake.
Tzuyu looks at the lake first, it's beautiful, something she could draw.
But she is quickly distracted by Dahyun, she looks at her, examining her side profile.
And when Dahyun suddenly looks at her, she blushes, quickly looks back at the lake and hopes that Dahyun doesn't think too much about it.
What happens inside Tzuyu is that she says the next sentences, that she dares to say something she was senselessly afraid of.
"I like you"
Tzuyu says, her eyes focused only on the lake, she's too scared to look at Dahyun.
"I like you too, of course" Dahyun replies, but she's immediately confused when Tzuyu lets out a laugh.
"Not the way you think" Tzuyu says, and Dahyun looks at her, a thousand questions in her head.
Tzuyu is still looking at the lake.
"I love you" says Tzuyu.
It's silent, except for the breathing of the two of them and Tzuyu's words, it's completely silent.
This scene is like a cliché, like in those high school movies, Tzuyu thinks to herself.
And maybe she also hopes that it ends like in a high school movie - that Dahyun loves her too.
Dahyun doesn't answer, but just lets Tzuyu talk.
"I.. I don't know how it happened, but I hate it. Maybe I should hate you because you're good at everything, because you're somehow so perfect.... But somehow..." Tzuyu starts to say, her eyes full of tears, gaze still fixed on the water in front of her.
"I'm sorry" she says.
"I never wanted this" she adds.
"So please, just stop giving me hope, don't go for a walk here, do it at your place..." she says.
Dahyun feels like she has even heard a sob.
She looks at Tzuyu.
And maybe it's stupid what she wants to do, but Dahyun couldn't care less.
"Tzuyu," she says, but she doesn't respond.
"Tzuyu look at me" she says, and this time she responds, she turns to Dahyun and looks at her, a tear running down her cheek.
Dahyun stretches out her hand and Tzuyu feels like she's about to get a slap in the face for being so stupid, for having feelings for Dahyun.
But no.
Dahyun runs her thumb over Tzuyu's cheek, wiping away her tear.
Tzuyu looks at her in confusion.
"You're stupid," says Dahyun.
Dahyun stands on her tiptoes and comes closer, her lips landing on Tzuyu's.
Dahyun's lips on Tzuyu's?
And before it can come to anything more - Dahyun pulls back, goes back to her actual size.
Tzuyu looks at her, confused.
"I'll see you on Monday," Dahyun says and walks away.
Tzuyu doesn't move, she thinks over everything that has happened in the last few minutes.
And before she can somehow, finally, react, Dahyun is already out of sight.
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The sunrise looks beautiful.
Usually people stay awake to watch the sunset, but Tzuyu always preferred the sunrise.
She doesn't know why.
She looks at her canvas, and this time it is not a person who is painted on it.
On the canvas you can see a frozen lake.
Something that to other eyes only shows beautiful nature is much more to Tzuyu.
At the bottom, in a small corner, she paints a little heart.
And she smiles, because this time it has something to do with Dahyun, and this time she wanted it that way.
Dahyun has inspired her to do something that Tzuyu should have done a long time ago.
Her thoughts are interrupted when she hears her cell phone ring twice.
'Two new messages:
Dahyun:
Tell me what you think,
*audio file attached*'
Tzuyu blinks once, then twice, and then a third time to see if it's really true.
The title of the audio file is what shocks Tzuyu, something that gives her a tingle in her stomach.
'Frozen Lake - A love song'
Tzuyu picks up her cell phone and lies down on her bed, cell phone beside her as she turns the volume all the way up and listens to the audio file.
The melody played by the piano, something that immediately reminds you of winter.
Tzuyu feels herself smiling like an idiot.
Dahyun sings softly, gently, and yet so pleasantly.
Words about love, about a sudden confession.
And when it's finished, Tzuyu picks up her cell phone and writes -
'So I inspired you?'
'Always.' replies Dahyun.
Tzuyu smiles as she stares at the messages.
Suddenly, however, Dahyun's words come back to her.
"See you on Monday"
And Tzuyu suddenly realizes,
Monday is a public holiday.
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— polaroids made for you | datzu (06.01.24)
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Part 2 to In the Dark
Curiosity
Switch! Dahyun x Switch! Tzuyu
Mainly Top! Tzuyu
Reciprocation, pet names, fingering, oral, grinding, mentions of toys, voyeurism, and other idols
Something changed in Tzuyu. She's gotten tired of always being the cute youngest. She'd be lying if she said she didn't like the attention though. That with her being a foreigner let her get away with a lot of stuff. The Unnies always baby her. Which is sometimes comical with her cynical attitude and quick comebacks. Cheayoung and Dahyun always treated her more as an equal. The three are not afraid to crack a few dirty jokes at each others expense. Usually in the form of teasing Cheayoung mercilessly about being whipped for Mina.
Cheayoung was actually the first to notice the sudden behavior change between her friends. Dahyun was definitely not one of the physical members, but she had been practically laying on Tzuyu through most of the tour. She's only ever been like this for short periods after being with Sana a little too long.
Cheayoung caught Dahyun after her solo stage, watching Tzuyu's solo with heart eyes, and confronted her about it. "And yet you tease me about being whipped."
Dahyun jumped a little and turned to see who caught her. "Oh, Chea." She turned back to the screen. "Isn't she just so pretty these days?"
"She's always been pretty. It's kinda what she's know for." She poked Dahyun's cheeks. "Dubu's got a crush."
Like a moth to a flame Sana suddenly appeared, ready for her solo, at the mention of crush. She threw herself at Dahyun who was in her floofy dress still. "Aww! My baby Dubu has a crush?" She looked back to the screen realization hitting. "Is it Tzuyu? Do you want some pointers?"
Dahyun shrugged her off and looked down shyly. Tzuyu had just finished her solo on screen which gave Dahyun a convenient excuse to leave. " I should go get dressed"
"Fighting" Sana yelled after her as she got ready to go on stage herself.
That's how it started. Cheayoung was all bubbly and excited, so naturally she told the news to Mina. Mina is very respectful of privacy so it would have died there, but twice's resident gossip knew. When Sana came off stage she could practically be holding a sign that said I know something ask me about it. She told Jihyo first, then Momo and Nayeon together, and Jihyo filled in Jeongyeon. In a matter of minutes everyone knew, but Tzuyu. They all found it absolutely adorable that the youngens where curious of each other.
They all would claim to be incredibly good wing women after this. They were literally throwing the two together anytime they could. Moving their costumes to the same changing space, bringing them into conversation with each other then making an excuse to leave, and dragging one to dance with the other on stage.
Dahyun got what they were doing, and, although embarrassed, was greatfull. She did end up taking a few pointers from Sana, whether she wanted them or not. She ended up leaning over her during the encore cutely nuzzling her face.
Tzuyu thought that everyone was acting a little weird. She quickly realized that the Unnies were basically throwing her at Dahyun though she didn't know why. Maybe she had upset the others. She did enjoy Dahyun being more affectionate with her. Most of the members were preoccupied with their own 'playmates'. As much as they would deny that, Tzuyu wasn't blind or, unfortunately, deaf. She knew what went on behind closed, sometimes wide open, doors. Quite literally all of them have at least one person for those activities sometimes more, except her. Not for lack of trying. Tzuyu had tried to appear more sexy as of late, but they only ever saw baby Tzuyu. That's why Dahyun getting a little more handsy was actually nice for her.
She sat with Dahyun in the back of the van watching her play a game on her phone. Everyone was pretty quiet on account of Nayeon being an absolute dumb ass during the concert. No one wanted to break the tension between her and Jihyo. She wondered who she was going to pair off with when they got to the hotel. Jeongyeon went to be by herself, and Cheayoung grabbed Mina's hand so fast and pulled her to her. Tzuyu made a mental note to tease her about that later.
Dahyun came up behind Tzuyu and hugged her. "Do you wanna sleep with me Tzu?"
Everyone left in the lobby was surprised Dahyun had the balls to ask, but Tzuyu took it at face value. "Sure Dahyunie. It'll be like old times."
They held hands and walked off towards their room. They got into the room, and the first thing Tzuyu did was ask Dahyun if she minded if she showered first. Dahyun said she didn't mind, mostly because she was still a little scattered that Tzuyu agreed to sleep with her.
Tzuyu headed off to shower. While in there she started thinking about why Dahyun seemed so off. Sure she had been a little bit more touchy as of late, but she had this new awkwardness to her. That combined with the fact the Unnies were throwing them together made her realize. Dahyun must like her. She started thinking out loud. "So when she asked me to sleep with her... Oh!" Everything came to her with a sudden clarity as things tend to do in showers for some reason.
She had always liked Dahyun to a certain extent. Thought she was hilarious and very pretty. They'd always been great friends. She does have to admit though, that she's stolen her fair share of glaces at her over the years. She whispered to herself, "well if that's what she wants..."
Meanwhile, while Tzuyu was showering, Dahyun was panicking. It's not like she hasn't had sex before, but this was Tzuyu. Sweet, innocent, little Tzuyu. She couldn't approach this like her times with Sana. She had to be the one in control here. Make sure the baby is comfortable with it.
She was debating with herself on how to approach it. She couldn't very well just be naked and waiting. She's not even sure if Tzuyu understands her point in having her sleep with her. She settled on changing into a white babydoll nightgown that was, by her standards, a little too sexy (which means it is totally normal), and laying on the bed playing on her phone, waiting.
Tzuyu, now knowing what Dahyun wanted, walked out of the shower in just a towel wanting to tease her a bit. When she saw Dahyun in her nightgown it just further proved her suspicions. Poor Dahyun's eyes nearly popped out when she came out in the towel. "Sorry, Dahyunie. I forgot to bring my underwear in the shower."
Dahyun opened and closed her mouth a few times trying to get words out. "Oh.. it's fine." She managed to mutter. She was going to go back to mindlessly playing on her phone, but then Tzuyu suddenly dropped the towel and shuffled through her suitcase. More than likely" looking " for her underwear.
Tzuyu stole a few glances at Dahyun to make sure she was looking. Looking was an understatement. Dahyun was boring holes into her backside she was staring so hard. Tzuyu found a nice pair of red lace lined panties with sheer parts on the hip bones and a small bow on the front. When she went to put them on, she made sure to bend over in such a way the Dahyun had a clear view of everything she had. When she stood back up she put on a T-shirt that was much too short to be considered a sleep shirt. It barely covered her ass.
Tzuyu climbed into bed next to Dahyun. She nuzzled into her side peaking at what she was doing on her phone. She had no interest in the game at all though. In fact, she couldn't even tell you what it was. She just used it as a convenient excuse to get way too close to a slowly redening Dahyun. She leaned over and suddenly started pecking up and down Dahyun's neck.
"Uh... Tzu.. what are you doing?" Dahyun stammered.
Tzuyu pulled back and looked straight in her face, " Unnie tastes good."
Dahyun nearly died. She can't mean that. She can't know what she's talking about. "Wh-what?"
Tzuyu sighed. Direct approach it is. "I know why Dahyunine asked me to sleep with her. I know the members have that sort of relationship. I hear it all the time, and I am willing." Before Dahyun could open her mouth to refute it, Tzuyu grabbed her face and kissed her.
Dahyun didn't kiss back at first too shocked, but slowly melted into the kiss. When they pulled apart the first thing Dahyun said was, "Wait. You've heard us?!"
Tzuyu giggled, "When have Nayeon or Sana ever been quite, and I've definitely walked in on Sana and Jihyo 'cuddling', in bed, naked more than once." She did air quotes around the cuddling.
Dahyun dramatically threw herself around Tzuyu whining, "Oh my gosh! Not the baby! We've corrupted you."
"As if you weren't staring at my ass minutes ago. " Tzuyu moved to straddle Dahyun shaking her ass a little to prove a point. " Now, if you would, do more than stare please. "
Dahyun raised a hand, but stopped halfway " Are you sure, princess? "
"Very. Now touch me or I'm going to do it myself. "
"Yes ma'am." Dahyun moved her hand up her side from her hip feeling around the soft curves of the youngest while the back side of her other hand caressed her cheek. She pressed her lips to hers and it was sweet, innocent, almost child like.
Tzuyu wasn't having anymore of being treated like a child. She pulled Dahyun by the back of her neck and crashed her lips against hers so hard their teeth clashed. Tzuyu easily won the battle of tongues. When she pulled back she bit Dahyun's earlobe and whispered, "Don't you dare treat me like a baby."
Dahyun stared at Tzuyu. Really looked at her. Her slender yet shapely figure exuded confidence and strength on her lap. Her curves flowed seamlessly, with an elegant arch of her back that accentuated her natural beauty. The gentle contour of her hips and the subtle rise of her collarbone added to her enchanting allure. She seemed to radiant a magnetic energy even in just a simple T-shirt. What stood out as different though was her eyes. There was a certain darkness there that she'd never seen before. She wanted this.
"You're beautiful Tzu." She ran her hand up her abs lightly. She looked at Tzuyu one more time just to be sure.
Tzuyu sighed. "Go ahead and touch."
Dahyun palmed her left breast then gave it a gentle squeeze. Her chest pushed into her touch.
It was sweet. Too sweet and Tzuyu wasn't having it. She threw off her shirt and pinned Dahyun's hands to her sides. She sucked on Dahyun's neck aiming to bruise. " I said.. " She pulled down the chest part of Dahyun's nightgown and bit then sucked on her right nipple," don't treat me like a baby. "
Dahyun sucked in a breath. This is not how she planned it. "Where did you learn.." she stopped remembering Tzuyu had seen them before, "you know what never mind."
Tzuyu smirked. She put her thumb and forefinger to Dahyun's lips. "Wet," she demanded.
Dahyun sucked her fingers into her mouth content. Swirling her tongue around the pads of her fingers.
Moments later these same fingers were twisting and pulling on the nipple not occupied by Tzuyu's mouth. Making them both red, hard, and puffy. A sharp contrast to her pale skin.
Dahyun had her eyes closed, but looked down for a moment. It was the most erotic thing she'd ever seen. Tzuyu attached to her nipple. Her own chest shining with saliva.
Tzuyu chose that moment to bite her other nipple and roll it between her teeth. Dahyun whined out in pain or pleasure she wasn't sure. She bucked her hips as much as she was able to with Tzuyu sitting on her.
"That's better princess." Something in Tzuyu snapped at hearing Dahyun whine, and she wanted to hear more of the sounds she'd make. The power going to her head a little bit.
She decided it would take far too much time to rid Dahyun of her nightgown and instead settled with having her chest exposed and skirt bunched around her waist. With that she could finally see her panties. White, of course, a little ruffly, perfect and turning slightly sheer. Tzuyu licked her lips and put her knee against her pussy hard.
Dahyun moaned and rutted against her knee. Fully losing herself in the moment.
"That's a good girl." She fiddled with the waistband of her underwear. "I think it's my turn to play with Dahyunie."
Dahyun blushed fully up to her ears, but assisted Tzuyu with removing her own underwear by lifting her hips. What she didn't expect was the kiss to her pelvis.
Tzuyu held the panties up as if inspecting them. " Pretty. I think I'll keep them. " She flung them over by her suitcase.
Dahyun was squirming now. " Unnie. " She was too lost to comprehend what she said.
Tzuyu decided she quite like it. She nipped at her inner thighs pushing her legs up over her shoulders." Let's she if the princess tastes like tofu too. "
She licked a gentle strip up her slit. She tasted delicious, and, judging by the scream Dahyun let out, she enjoyed it a lot.
Tzuyu wanted more, so she pushed her tongue into her, past her outer folds.
Dahyun grabbed Tzuyu by her hair to keep her there. She jumped suddenly when she felt teeth. Tzuyu was nibbling on her clit god help her. She couldn't have learned that by watching them. No one watches that closely without being caught.
Her train of thought was cut off when she switched from nibbling to sucking and moaning to send vibration up her spine. She was actually worried for a moment that someone would come check on the amount of screams that she just let out.
"That's right. Let everyone hear you." Tzuyu went back to sucking her clit but also quickly thrust two fingers into her. Her fingers started pistoning in and out of Dahyun rapidly. "Imagine how much better it'd feel if I had YOUR strap. Being fucked with your own strap by your sweet... Little ... Tzuyu." She punctuated each word but a particularly hard thrust.
"I can't... Unnie.. cumming." Dahyun thrashed around bucking up into Tzuyu. She let out a silent scream clenching around her fingers. It took her a moment to calm down.
"How.. how bloody much do you watch us?" Dahyun asked exhausted.
Tzuyu giggled then sucked her fingers into her mouth. "It's very often that I walk into moaning in the dorm. I wanted to know what makes all those noises. To give you a number though, you specifically, about 12 times."
"Tzuyu you little voyeur. God this will just crush Jihyo. She wanted us to keep you pure." Dahyun shook her head.
"Oh trust me I know exactly why she wants that. But that's neither here nor there. " She straddled Dahyun's right thigh. " Can I... Use your thigh Unnie? " All of her earlier bravdo was gone now and replaced by the shy girl they all thought she was.
Dahyun grabbed her hips and pulled her down. "Do what you need to baby. Let me watch you for a change," She jabbed.
Tzuyu started rocking herself back and forth slowly on her thigh. She braced herself on Dahyun's stomach.
Dahyun ran her hands under the shirt Tzuyu was still wearing for some reason and threw it off into the corner of the room. Now she had an unobstructed view of Tzuyu's red panties slowly getting darker on her, now wet, thigh.
Tzuyu's face was turning red. She was biting back moans. She got faster.
"Oh, your so cute." Dahyun sat up. She pushed her thigh up and pinched a nipple. Tzuyu threw her head back. "Look at you so desperate like a puppy."
Tzuyu was whining. It felt so good. Dahyun got dirty feeling she was now in charge here, and so her mouth started running.
" Don't you forget to ask permission princess. You're doing so good." She started guiding her hips. She kissed up her neck." Sweet little girl needs taken care of. Doesn't she?"
Tzuyu nodded panting. " Please. "
" Are you close puppy? Wanna cum? " Dahyun said with a hint of smugness.
"Can I, please Dahyunnie. " Tzuyu asked tears pricking her eyes.
"Cum for me. Let me feel it." Dahyun felt a splash of liquid hit her leg.
Tzuyu fell off Dahyun. "I feel messy." She giggled.
"Once you get your breath back we can take a bath. " Dahyun offered.
"Yes please." Tzuyu said.
Dahyun rolled over to face Tzuyu. "But before that... Where in hell did you learn all that because there is no way you've been watching us that closely."
Tzuyu laughed like really laughed. She let out one word as a response. "Shuhua."
#twice#twice smut#twice chaeyoung#twice mina#twice momo#twice nayeon#twice dahyun#twice tzuyu#sana twice#chou tzuyu#kim dahyun#datzu#twice sana#twice jihyo#twice jeongyeon
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AN: so i may have gone a little overboard with this one, but i think thats ayt considering this is the first dahyun pov of apartment au that we get, and she's basically the main character so, enjoy !!
pairing: dahyun/everyone, mentions of najeongtzu, michaeng, samo
apartment au
wc: 11820
A sigh. Weary as it is, with exhaustion seeping through, it’s nothing new, unfortunately. Just the product of another late night.
The flash of the red alarm clock by her desk is enough to take her attention away from her current task.
2:47 am.
Again, nothing new. She often finds herself awake at these kinds of hours, toiling over some research paper or some case study that needs to be finished soon.
Tonight, it’s a project proposal regarding a gallery exhibit that’s aimed to target the masses through pieces on sociopolitical awareness.
Tomorrow, it’s a paper on color semantics and their effect on people when used for educational means.
And the day after that, it’s a case study that explores the exposure of a certain community near their area to visual and performance art.
Then after that…well, Dahyun doesn’t keep track of things that far ahead.
With another glance at her laptop, the blinking text cursor stares at her, almost tauntingly, as she rechecks the required word count for this paper.
2000 words. And she’s got around 1500 already done.
That merits some kind of reward, right?
With her skin itching and her teeth chewing on nothing, she puts her laptop on sleep.
Thankfully, there’s no one in her bed tonight to be disturbed. They probably all got the hint when Dahyun came home earlier in the night, alone and silent.
Her door creaks open, and the hallways of the apartment, her apartment, are only lit by the moonlight that twinkles through the windows.
Most of her tenants are nightly creatures, but in an effort to provide their landlord with the peace she needs at this hour, they refrain from making any noise. It’s something she’s grateful for, but it doesn’t really help, not when most nights she’s awake, and little can put her to sleep.
Her psych says it’s the insomnia.
Dahyun thinks it’s just the way the world works nowadays. That, and sleeping pills put a sour taste in her mouth. Literally and figuratively.
Slipping on a pair of shoes and sliding on a coat over her university hoodie and sweatpants, she steps out into the night, not really sure of where she’s headed, but hoping that the walk will be enough to take the energy out of her.
This is what happens most nights for Kim Dahyun, the Lady of the Sanctuary, as she struggles to get a good night’s rest.
And like most nights that this happens, a tenant slips out of their room, if only to wander after their wayward landlord.
Fallen (But not Alone)
Near the apartment, a few blocks away, there’s another apartment complex. It’s abandoned, with ruined rooms and decaying paint, but it’s still structurally sound.
Enough for children to wander into and play out their childhood fantasies in an urban wasteland. Enough for teens to claim a few empty rooms on their own, tagging the walls with graffiti and living it up with their friends. Enough for young adults to stay and take a breather when they need a break from it all.
Which is what Dahyun’s doing.
She’s midway up the stairs to the rooftop when she hears the ever subtle flapping of wings.
Given that there are three beings in the apartment with the capability of supernatural flight, Dahyun’s learned to tell them apart.
This one comes gently, like the falling of feathers onto skin, caring and nurturing. The sound her wings make are barely a sound, if only to let Dahyun know that she is near.
Dahyun says nothing when she hears a second pair of footsteps follow her, up until she opens the door to the roof.
Out here, in the city, the night sky is but a pale image of what it is meant to be, with the light pollution blotting out the stars in the sky, and the clouds of smog that dot the horizon.
Her hand slides into her pocket, pulling out a box of cigarettes and a lighter.
It is only then that the voice speaks.
“Think I could bum one off you?”
Dahyun doesn’t try to stifle the chuckle that leaves her throat.
“Fallen angels don’t have a predisposition to cancer?”
Jeongyeon sidles up to her, stepping next to where Dahyun’s postured herself, in front of the barrier that overlooks the edge of the building.
As always, the fallen angel has elected to dress simply. Almost like a college student, she’s wearing a simple hoodie folded up to the elbows, comfy pajama pants, and soft sandals. Her short hair rests comfortably on her neck as she smiles at Dahyun.
“Nah. Part of the whole ancient divinity kind of deal.”
Her fingers swipe a cigarette from the open box, as Dahyun flicks on the lighter. The small flame comes up to the stick in Dahyun’s mouth, as she puffs out a cloud of smoke.
With a smooth inhale, the end of Jeongyeon’s cigarette ignites on its own.
“Kind of takes the thrill out of it, doesn’t it?”
Jeongyeon shrugs.
“A little bit. But when you get to my age, there’s little thrill in anything.”
Dahyun’s eyes regard the stars, twinkling despite their distance. Jeongyeon merely follows the movement.
She was the first one Dahyun met, when she originally claimed the apartment. Jeongyeon had been there since the beginning, after all. Many of the ancient wards and glyphs that protected the building we crafted by her own hands.
It’s only been two years since then, since the deed to the apartment had been put in Dahyun’s name, since she moved to the city and found herself in charge of a supernatural sanctuary. It feels longer, like time stretched through syrup, waning and waxing slowly, almost painfully.
But thankfully, Jeongyeon’s been there through it all.
She’ll likely be there after it all too, when the apartment is passed onto another soul.
That’s years from now for Dahyun. But for Jeongyeon, it’s probably the blink of an eye.
“They called me the Angel of the Stars, y’know. Back when I was up there.”
Dahyun turns to her, flicking cigarette ash off the building.
“Well, I’m pretty sure that’s still what they call me. But back then, it meant a lot more.”
She rarely speaks of a time when her wings were as pure as the brightest day, before she had touched upon the earth, and before she had been bound to it. Dahyun listens.
“When I came into existence, I knew about them. Those countless constellations that dot the sky like holes in paper. They’re magnificent. Countless. Immeasurable. And yet, so far out of reach.”
She extends a hand to the sky, and for a moment, the clouds, the smog, the light, everything that hides the stars away from the world, vanishes.
And for a moment, Dahyun can see them all.
Glittering, sparkling, twinkling.
Light shines from even the farthest of them.
Thousands and upon thousands of stars.
All unique, no two alike.
It’s beautiful.
But it is only for a moment, and the darkness in the sky seeps back in as Jeongyeon chuckles.
“Funny that Father decided to put so much effort into such a vast universe, but decided to center his sights on this planet, no?”
Dahyun agrees.
Why this planet? Why this silly little rock in space, with the prevalent creature being a misshapen, angry, chaotic creature that laid waste to everything in sight? What was so special about humans that God decided to favor them so?
“I questioned it too, once. ‘Why them, Father?’ I asked. ‘What makes them so special?’ And as always, His answer was as cryptic as it is.”
Dahyun turns to Jeongyeon, only to see her already staring at her, a creature so small and insignificant, she could burn in Jeongyeon’s light if she willed it.
But instead, her eyes twinkled, like those faraway stars.
“See for yourself, He said. So I did. Willingly watched as my wings turned black for descending to Earth, and I watched. The Grigori, they called us. Watchers of Mankind.”
Jeongyeon’s hand dances along Dahyun’s wrist, before grasping softly.
“And He was right. There’s no one, nothing out there like you.”
She pulls it up, pressing her lips softly to the back of Dahyun’s palm. In an instant, her weary shoulders feel freer, and her body lifts with a natural energy to it, as if the restraints that shackled her down have been disposed of.
“No one out there like you, Dahyun.” Jeongyeon repeats.
Dahyun says nothing. Because she can say nothing. No words can amount to the wonder, affection, and confusion that Dahyun feels, knowing that such an ancient, divine, and powerful being has fallen at her knees and professed their most ardent of affection towards her.
Jeongyeon is the Angel of Stars, the Burning Light, Kokabiel. A being that willingly fell from heaven, if only to protect and nurture humanity from what darkness lies in the corners of the earth. Her kindness knows no bounds. Her care extends to all. Her love is unadulterated and pure. There is no other being like her in existence.
While she is just Kim Dahyun. A struggling college senior, trying to make it day by day. One amongst many. A dot in a sea of faceless names and nameless faces. What makes her so special? There is nothing unique about Kim Dahyun.
Yet, the way Jeongyeon looks at her, as if every secret known to man is inside her eyes, tells her otherwise.
And if Jeongyeon can see it somehow, maybe that just means Dahyun hasn’t looked hard enough.
Jeongyeon leans forward, and her lips press against Dahyun’s cheek ever so slowly. Her other hand caresses against Dahyun’s face, with so much care and affection.
When she moves away, Dahyun’s breath is stolen away, her lips curving into a helpless smile.
“Let’s go back home.”
Jeongyeon bows, disposing of her cigarette. Their hands don’t separate, all the way down the stairs of the building, to the apartment door.
When they arrive at the apartment, Jeongyeon pulls the sheets away, sinking into Dahyun’s bed, next to her.
They tuck each other in, fond smiles on each other’s faces.
“Good night, Dahyun. I love you.”
Dahyun’s smile twinkles, like a star.
“I love you too, Jeong.”
Wandering (But not Lost)
The park near the apartment is always open. The gates are never locked, and the guard post at the entrance is almost always void of any personnel.
But that doesn’t mean it’s not well taken care of. As far as Dahyun knows, there’s a caretaker here, who cares for the trees, the shrubs, the pathways, the grass, all to make sure that at least a corner of their community is inviting and pleasant.
It’s a small park, but in the morning and the afternoons, there are always people to find here. Active folk that jog around the paths. Elderly that stroll pleasantly amongst the flowers. Young lovers that hide away amongst the bushes.
Dahyun’s seen it all.
Tonight, it is quiet, which Dahyun is thankful for.
She begins her walk, and breathes in the nature around her.
Not too soon after, she hears the padding of paws against grass, and the soft panting of a wolf.
It is distinct to her, how every treading of paws is quiet, how every pant is subtle, how every movement is stealthed.
As if she does not want to be perceived.
Regardless, Dahyun’s hand outstretches next to her, and it’s only a few moments before fur tickles her palm.
“Hi, Momoring.”
There’s a small yip of acknowledgment from the black wolf.
In this form, Momo’s back reaches Dahyun’s chest, and if she cranes her neck upwards, she can lick Dahyun’s face with ease. With a sleek, yet long and muscular body, Dahyun could easily ride Momo’s back. Not that Momo would want her to.
“Couldn’t sleep?”
Momo snorts, nudging her snout into Dahyun’s stomach.
“Hah…yeah, a little hypocritical of me.”
Her head tilts, looking up into Dahyun’s eyes.
“It’s the usual. I don’t…”
Dahyun pauses, and sighs.
“…I don’t wanna take the sleeping pills.”
There’s a quiet moment of understanding, where Momo acquiesces and continues to tread alongside her.
Momo has never rejected her. Not once. Through Dahyun’s worst moments since she’s started taking care of the apartment, Momo’s always just been at her side. Quiet, unmoving, but a comfort to behold.
She’s been like that since before Dahyun’s moved in.
“Momoring?”
Momo tilts her head to look back up at Dahyun.
“Can I hold your hand?”
If it were anyone else, Momo would whine quietly, tuck her tail between her legs, refuse by padding away.
But Dahyun rarely asks anything of her.
Momo pauses, only briefly, before her body begins to shift.
The transformation looks and sounds painful. Bones crack to reform, skin stretches and rips to reshape, organs shift and shrink to resize. It’s a gruesome process, one that shouldn’t be witnessed, but it happens in less than five seconds.
In five seconds, Momo stands before Dahyun, her human form still taller than Dahyun’s by a good few inches, messy and ruffled black hair down to her shoulders with bangs that almost cover her eyes. She’s always dressed the same when she shifts, a simple grey tanktop and black shorts. Scars litter her body, rippling whenever she flexes her muscles.
With gleaming silver eyes, Momo takes Dahyun’s hand.
“Is…is this okay?”
Her voice is never hoarse of lack of use, but it is always soft, barely heard over the din of the modern world.
But Dahyun makes the extra effort to hear it.
“Yeah. This is okay.”
A small smile comes to Momo’s face as her fingers swipe across Dahyun’s palm, as if trying to memorize the lines and calluses.
Together, they walk.
Momo keeps many of her lupine tendencies in human form, Dahyun’s realized. Her ears twitch at the slightest of sounds. Her nose perks up at any whisper of a scent. Her eyes track and follow any movement that comes across her attention.
With nothing else to focus on, and nothing else she’d rather focus on, Dahyun looks at Momo, the second longest staying resident of the Sanctuary.
“What was it like?”
Momo’s ear twitches in response, and her eyes turn to Dahyun’s, waiting for elaboration.
“Back then. Before…before everything.”
Momo has always been quiet. Never one to share, never one to open. Of the past two years, Dahyun has only ever learned of one thing from Momo’s past.
Before everything, before the Sanctuary, Momo had no name. She was simple referred to as Lupa, the she-wolf.
“It’s hard…to talk about.”
Momo strains. Her voice, already quiet, drops a decibel lower, barely able to be heard.
“I don’t want to force you.” Dahyun whispers back, as if trying to emulate her tenant. “You can tell me only if you want to.”
Momo’s eyes dart across the park, as if she’s seeing ghosts, shadows, trembles of a time long past, a time that has never been mentioned.
Dahyun is curious. But she would never let that get in the way of Momo’s pain.
“…before, I had a pack.”
She struggles to remember. Not because her memory has failed her, but because she has actively tried to forget.
“Two of them…I had two…pups. Then, they had pups. Many.”
They’ve long since stopped walking. They stand now on the tallest hill in the park, overlooking the rest of its green splendor basked in moonlight.
“Then…”
Flickers of a flame spark in Momo’s eyes, as if seeing something she shouldn’t be seeing. Not again.
“I lost them. All of them.”
With those simple words, uttered so quietly even the wind seemed to yell louder, Dahyun understands.
“I…left. And I—I searched. For something. Anything.”
In Dahyun’s eyes, Momo is still searching. Her eyes dart across the horizon constantly, and her body is always at unease, ready to move at the slightest hint of anything unsavory.
“Then you found Jeongyeon.”
Dahyun finishes, and it takes a moment of stunning silence before Momo nods.
There is more to it. But Dahyun has pushed enough tonight.
“Thank you, Momo.”
Momo doesn’t respond, but Dahyun isn’t expecting her to. She’s already gotten so much from her already, it wouldn’t be right to ask for more. Not when it caused her so much pain.
There are many things that Dahyun doesn’t know about Momo.
But the one thing that she does know is that Momo is her tenant.
And that means she needs to be protected.
Dahyun squeezes her hand.
“Home?”
Momo only nods.
They walk back, treading quietly through the park, back the way they came. Above them, the silvery moon hangs precariously in the sky, motes of light only barely managing to reach them amidst the clouds of the city.
When they get to the gate, Momo stops.
Dahyun turns back to look at her.
Behind Momo, the moon glows almost impossibly, casting a highlight to Momo’s form, making her presence much more ethereal, yet still as silent and as calm as the werewolf usually is.
“I am…okay now.”
The smile that barely protrudes on Momo’s face is telling, and Dahyun can’t help but smile back.
Momo’s hand travels from her side, haltingly, up to Dahyun’s face. Her fingers, scarred and callused, tread so gently across her skin, and Dahyun leans into the touch.
“…mi vita.”
She pulls forward, and Dahyun closes her eyes.
Lips press against her forehead, soft and radiant, like moonlight spilling out against a surface.
When Momo pulls away, it is with the utmost care and reverence, one that Dahyun is honored to receive and return in kind.
“Let’s get some sleep.”
That night, when Dahyun curls into her bed, arms scoop around her middle as a warm, human, body presses against her, the soft rumblings of a she-wolf lulling her to slumber.
Scarred (but not Wounded)
There is a canal that travels near the apartment. The water isn’t dirty by any means, but it would be inadvisable to drink it. By the sides of it are raised narrow walkways, allowing one to peer down into the canal that leads further down the borough.
It’s a shortcut that Dahyun passes through on the regular, on the way to school. It leads directly to a street that has an entrance to the subway system, so Dahyun usually ends up passing through either on the way to school or going back home.
She’s even almost fallen into the canal a few times, too sleepy to even walk properly.
That’s not the case now, as she gently treads on the walkway, no railings to guide her step, only the back walls of the building that close in on this little canal.
Sleep evades her, and for good reason. She’s been struggling with it, as of late. Mustering the energy to get up and work has been quite the feat, if only because of the extra work she’s had to put in because of college.
Now, no matter how much sleep she gets, she always wakes up tired and ready to go back to dreamland.
“My Lady?”
Effortless in her stealth, and perhaps one of two people in the apartment that is able to sneak up on Dahyun, the voice that comes from behind is regal in its chime, noble in its tone.
“Hiya, Satang.”
When she turns around, Sana curtsies, lifting the ends of her dress to announce her arrival. Her dress, more of a nightgown really, is laced with frills, crimson red highlights against a black fabric. Her hair is brushed immaculately, only serving to shine the gorgeous features of this creature of the night.
“It is beyond the hour of rest, my Lady. You should be in bed.”
Sana’s voice, ever so prim and proper, still manages to show the utmost of concern for Dahyun’s wellbeing.
“I know. I just can’t sleep. And the sleeping pills don’t help. I mean, I do fall asleep, but…”
Dahyun closes her eyes, and all she can recall are the flashes of lightning and thunder.
“…I get really bad dreams when I do.”
In an instant a hand is on hers. Grasping tenderly with a feather-like touch. Dahyun barely would have noticed it if she wasn’t so attuned to the care Sana placed into every touch of their skin.
“Then, my Lady, would it be too much to to ask you if I may accompany you on your stroll?”
Dahyun clenches on Sana’s hand, feeling the slight jump in Sana’s skin when she does.
“You don’t need to ask, Satang. It’s never too much from you.”
Sana hesitates, for just the slightest of moments. Then she inclines her head.
“Then I shall trouble you for tonight with my company.”
Dahyun has to chuckle at the stiff formality that always accompanies Sana’s speech.
It’s no surprise, considering it was how people spoke during Sana’s time. And as someone who used to be a noble of that time, a Countess, Sana’s probably never let go of the habit. Not that Dahyun would want her to. It’s one of her endearing traits.
“May I ask, my Lady?”
With Sana’s hand so daintily grasping hers, Dahyun turns to the vampire as they stroll down the canal’s walkways, with Sana on the side by the edge.
“What’s up?”
“What…troubles you in these dreams?”
Dahyun winces at the recollection. They are no ordinary dreams. They’re dreams that don’t make sense, don’t fit in with her current perception of the world.
“It’s different, a lot of the time. But…I always end up dying, somehow.”
It is then that Sana freezes, and with her skin already cool to the touch, it only chills Dahyun more when Sana looks, almost hauntingly at her.
“Your dreams…deal in death, my Lady?”
When Dahyun nods, Sana exhales a shaky sigh, and her grip on Dahyun’s hand loosens just the slightest bit.
“Different kinds. Sometimes, it’s a…a stab wound, or something. Sometimes, I’m burning. Sometimes, I’m poisoned. Other times, I’m…”
Dahyun kicks a pebble into the canal.
“…drowning.”
Sana stops in her tracks.
“Drowning?”
Dahyun doesn’t realize her breaths are just as shaky as Sana’s until she sighs.
“Yeah.”
When she looks up, Sana is staring, silently, into the canal.
“Are you okay?”
Sana immediately shakes her head.
“No, my Lady, I believe it is I that should be asking you that question.”
The one thing that Dahyun doesn’t like to do when it comes to her tenants is to assign stereotypes. But when it comes to Sana , one thing is for certain.
Just like the myths of the old vampires, Sana is absolutely terrified of treading into running water.
“It is…not a fate I would wish upon anyone.”
Dahyun comes to the conclusion immediately.
“You mean you…”
The silence that follows is deafening.
Sana exhales once more, eyes and fingers trembling at the gentle current that runs through the canal.
Dahyun had barely heard of Sana’s past life, before the apartment, but what she did know is that before everything, Sana had died. The life had left her body as cold as it was now.
As for how many times she died, that was another story entirely.
“It was terrifying, my Lady. The water would not stop running, and the current of the river was too strong for my body to resist. I could only be taken by the flow.”
Sana lets go of Dahyun’s hands, and she takes a slow, hesitant step towards the edge of the path, towards the canal.
“They had…they had tied weights to my ankles and wrists. Light enough to not sink me down to the bottom, but…heavy enough that I could not resurface. Iron shackles that…that tore at my skin. Blessed, I believe.”
Sana hugs her arms close to her chest, and despite all of her strength, her power, her impossible constitution, Dahyun can see nothing but a lost, scared young woman.
“I…I do not know how many times I…I passed in that river. Only that every time I awoke, the water would fill my lungs once more, and my end would come even quicker than before.”
Dahyun immediately rushes by Sana’s side, grasping her hand. The pain that suffuses Sana’s being almost courses through the connection of their skin.
“Sana, I…that’s awful.”
Perhaps, if Sana were younger, there would be tears at the recollection of such a brutal memory. But now, hardened by age and time, she can only smile wearily.
“What has happened to me has happened already. There is no turning back time and going back to such a dreadful memory. I can only be glad that I am where I am now.”
Sana turns to her, and in her eyes, Dahyun can see a fraction of that noblewoman who once stood before, before the horrifying fate she was forced to endure.
They called her Countess Carmilla, the first Vampire. But for such an honorable name, the things she had gone through because of it were close to inhumane.
And yet, despite it all, Sana smiles.
“I can only hope that by being by your side, your pain is relieved, my Lady. That you do not even dare to dream of the pain that I have gone through.”
Dahyun has to marvel at how a vampire, who by all rights is stronger, smarter, and more powerful than any other human, bows to her, her adoration for her Lady far exceeding that of anything she’s ever experienced.
“I can only hope my presence is enough for your weariness to subside.”
Dahyun brings her hands up to Sana’s cheeks, caressing them with a vivid disbelief that despite everything that has been done to her, Sana would still willingly choose to live amongst humans, if only to be with the one that she loved.
“It’s enough, Sana. More than enough.”
Sana faintly smiles, hand reaching up to hold Dahyun’s by her cheek.
“I am glad. It is all I can offer.”
“And it’s all I’m going to ask of you.”
Sana leans in, closing her eyes and pressing her lips against Dahyun’s.
Despite the chill of her skin, Dahyun has never felt so warm being in another’s presence like this. And when she pulls away, Dahyun almost chases after that warmth, the warmth that only Sana can provide.
“Shall we retire to our abode?”
Dahyun sighs, before nodding.
In one fell swoop, Sana’s arms scoop Dahyun up, the Lady of the Sanctuary letting out a small shriek of surprise as her hands hook around Sana’s neck.
“Sana! What’re you—”
“Hush, my Lady. Rest your body. I shall lay you to bed.”
Dahyun grumbles, but only for a little bit. It’s not too bad, being pampered by a vampire.
So, as she closes her eyes, she can distantly hear Sana humming a soft tune, one that sings of love and all of its hardships. And then, a soft whisper by the edge of her ear.
“My heart beats for you, my Lady.”
She goes to sleep dreamless.
Invisible (But not Forgotten)
The streets of the neighborhood Dahyun lives in are quite narrow. In the middle of the city, it’s in a nebulous area that’s urbanized enough to be quite populated and crowded, but not quite developed enough to be too heavily gentrified.
As a consequence of that, the buildings that surround the streets are only one to two storeys tall, a mix of apartment buildings and home businesses and restaurants that give the neighborhood a fairly simple feel, like an escape from the modern world while not treading too far from the conveniences of today.
It’s quiet as she walks along the roadside, air still faintly humid from this morning’s rainfall. There are still raindrops that coat the windows of cars parked on the curb, the faint smell of petrichor that lingers in the air, and the puddles that verge on every pothole in the road.
Dahyun stops in front of one such puddle on the sidewalk, a pricking feeling in her neck that raises a suspicion in her.
Her suspicion is confirmed when she catches a glimpse of a pure white dress, stained crimson, in the reflection of the puddle.
“Have you been following me this whole time, Minari?” Dahyun chuckles.
Mina only smiles, a beautiful one, as she walks closer to Dahyun in the reflection.
“You are not quite as sneaky as you believe you are, Lady Dahyun.”
When the apparition speaks, Dahyun can hear her voice, disembodied and echoey, from next to her ear. She turns, on pure habit, to greet her properly, only to see nothing there.
Still, she knows that Mina is with her. And that is enough for her.
“Walk with me?”
Dahyun glances back to the puddle, in time to see Mina bow her head.
“There is nothing I’d rather occupy my time with, Lady Dahyun.”
And with that, Dahyun continues walking forward.
It is an odd request, to ask a ghost to walk with you. Especially considering you wouldn’t be able to perceive their presence, beyond that of a cold chill down your spine and goosebumps rising on your skin.
But it is Mina, and Mina is always there, even if it doesn’t seem like it.
Dahyun catches glimpses of her as she walks down the street. In the mirrors of parked cars, the glass of building windows, the shine of metal streetlamps. It’s a great comfort to her, to know that she is not alone.
“Today seemed difficult, Lady Dahyun. You were working more than usual.”
It’s the truth. Today was definitely more tiring than most, and Dahyun would be lying if she said it didn’t weigh her down especially today.
“Tell me about it. Barely knew what I was doing today.”
Mina, in the reflection of a bicycle’s side mirror, tilts her head in confusion.
“How so?”
How? Can Dahyun really explain that in a way that someone else will understand? Still, it’s Mina, and she tries.
“It’s like…okay, imagine your mind has a lot of buttons and levers all over the walls.”
Mina nods, following along through the gleam of a bookstore window.
“Aaaand, each button or lever is a certain thing you need to do. Like, one button is you gotta take a proper shower, or another is you have to head to school to go to class, or…you gotta remember to pull on a lever to actually be able to physically socialize with someone.”
They come across a street crossing, and Dahyun unconsciously holds her hand out for Mina, even though there are no cars at this time of night, and Mina can’t even hold her hand properly.
When Dahyun feels a cold chill around her hand, only then does she cross the street.
“But sometimes, you don’t have the energy for all the buttons and switches and levers. Sometimes you can’t reach the buttons that have to do with work. Or, you forget to pull on the levers that are for eating meals. Or, you can’t find the switches that are for talking to the people you love.”
They reach the other end of the street, and Dahyun sighs, clenching her hand around nothing. The cold feeling intensifies, and she’s reminded she’s not alone.
“And then, there are those days you can’t. The buttons are stuck and won’t go down. The levers are too heavy to pull. The switches don’t do anything.”
She stops, in front of a car’s window, where Mina is standing next to her, hand enclasped around hers and eyes staring intently into her own.
“It’s…it’s like that.”
There’s a moment of silence, a moment where Dahyun is afraid she’s word-vomited too much and Mina doesn’t understand.
“Then…how was today, Lady Dahyun?”
A brief recollection of the day’s events has Dahyun scratching her head.
“Well, it was okay? The buttons and stuff…I could push them and switch them, but it took lots of energy to do. Enough that I was so absorbed in the fact of pushing the button down that I forgot to understand what it was I was pressing.”
It’s then that she realizes that what she’s saying makes absolutely no sense.
“Sorry, this is stupid. Probably makes no sense to you.”
Mina only smiles in the car window.
“It is not what it does for me that matters, Lady Dahyun. If explaining it in such a way that makes sense to you relieves some of the pressure that you experience, I would willingly listen.”
Dahyun’s side gets colder, as Mina steps closer to her, gently hooking her arm through hers.
“Even if I do not completely understand it.”
A chuckle leaves Dahyun’s lips, gratitude rising through her smile.
When she first moved into the apartment, the thought of living with a ghost, unseen unless caught in reflections, she was initially conscious of her surroundings, maybe a tad bit frightened.
But now, she can’t imagine the apartment without her.
“And if ever it should bother you that you may be burdening me with your words, there is nothing to be worried about, Lady Dahyun. I love hearing your voice.”
Mina is quiet. Not because she chooses to be, but because there is much she does not understand, and thus, not much to say.
Of all the tenants of the apartment, Mina is the only one that has no memory of her past.
Mina is Mina. That is all Dahyun, and the other tenants, are sure of.
“It…means a lot to me, Mina. Thank you.”
In the reflection, Mina’s gentle hand reaches out to tuck Dahyun’s hair back. It looks as if the air is moving her hair on its own, but Dahyun can only giggle.
Mina smiles, and presses her lips behind Dahyun’s ear.
It’s cold to the senses, but warm to the heart.
“I shall always listen to you, Lady Dahyun.”
With those words that are barely a whisper, Dahyun sighs, and with her sigh, expels a great amount of weight on her shoulders.
“Let’s go home, then. My legs are tired.”
Dahyun walks the rest of the way home, a lone girl strolling across the streets, with naught but a cold wind blowing after her.
Heavenly (But not Distant)
“Here’s your change.”
Dahyun forces a smile to the clerk behind the counter, probably an overworked and underpaid college student like her, judging by the youthful looks that are marred by eyebags and a grimace.
The bells of the convenience store jingle as she leaves. Outside, the more awake part of her neighborhood bustles, as quietly as it can. The main road crosses through here, and as such, the surrounding street’s littered with a number of 24/7 establishments that never cease to be awake.
Neon lights and brightly lit signs coat the surroundings, even though a car only comes passing through every few minutes. People that cross through here at this time, if they even do, are brisk and focused on their own business.
Despite everything, it’s still quiet, relatively.
She sits down on the curb, thankfully dry and clean, relatively.
As she’s opening a bag of chips, she hears the flapping of wings.
These wings are loud, uncaring of any passersby, and magnificent in their tone, like the thundering of an eagle’s feathers.
“Kim Dahyun.”
The accompanied voice is equally as magnificent.
Dahyun sighs, with exasperation, anticipating the lecture she’s about to receive.
“Hi, Tzu.”
“You are meant to be slumbering at this time.”
Dahyun turns, and there she is, Tzuyu, in all her glory.
A tight and high ponytail secures her long brown hair, her hardened features only enhancing her stoic beauty. As always, she’s dressed like an office worker, with a neat white button down, paired with a black tie, blazer, and pencil skirt. It doesn’t help that the already tall angel is wearing office heels that add a few centimeters.
“I know, I know.”
“That is not a healthy source of substance.”
The attention is directed to the bag of chips in Dahyun’s lap, as well as the bottle of soda next to her.
“…no, no, it’s not.”
“I shall dispose of them immediately.”
“Hold on—”
Before Dahyun can say anything, a blinding light surrounds her snack and her drink, and with a snapping noise that pops her ears, they vanish.
“…great,” Dahyun grumbles. “There goes my money.”
Tzuyu can only blink at the perceived negativity in her tone.
“You are…upset?”
“…y’know what? Yeah, Tzuyu. I am upset.”
Dahyun sees no reason to hide it. Not that she has to. Unfortunately as an angel of the heavens, Tzuyu has no concept of human grievances.
“It is dangerous, Kim Dahyun. If you ingest enough of this type of sustenance, then—”
That only makes Dahyun snap.
“I know, Tzu! I know! I know it’s unhealthy, that’s why I bought it! So that I can sit down, ignore all my problems, and stew in my own misery! So, can you get off my fucking back for once!?”
Dahyun breathes, heavily, as she recollects her breath. She only realizes then that she’s raised her voice, quickly glancing at Tzuyu.
The angel’s eyes are wide, taken aback, mouth slightly open, and she’s taken a step back.
“…God, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to—fuck…”
Resisting the urge to scream, Dahyun simply curses to herself.
“…I…I apologize.”
Tzuyu looks like a kicked puppy, standing the way she does, head bowed down, and lip quivering. It only punches Dahyun in the gut with a load of guilt.
“No, I…ugh, it’s my fault. I’m sorry, Tzu, I didn’t mean to yell.”
How stupid of her to let loose at Tzuyu, of all people, the one tenant in her apartment that’s more akin to a child than anyone else.
“Can you sit down with me, sweetie?”
Extending an olive branch, Dahyun pats the curb next to her, voice low and soothing.
When she does, she realizes that the bag of chips and the soda have silently appeared back where they used to be. It only makes Dahyun feel guiltier.
Tzuyu hesitates for a moment, a moment that makes Dahyun falter, but eventually she carefully sits down next to Dahyun.
The angel’s staring straight at her, wide, confused eyes that pinch at Dahyun’s heart. Eventually, she can’t take it, and turns her attention back to the snack.
“I was…not aware this was something humans did.”
“…no, it’s…well, maybe other people do it. I know I do it a lot."
Tzuyu tilts her head questioningly.
“You are miserable often?”
The innocent tone of Tzuyu’s voice makes Dahyun stop herself in her tracks. Really, of all people to let know about her anxieties, it had to be the one that didn’t understand the plight of existence.
“I…”
In that moment, she decides not to lie to Tzuyu.
“…yeah, I am, Tzuyu. I’m a pretty miserable person.”
“Why?”
She huffs a sigh.
“Why am I miserable? Geez, that’s a hard question to answer.”
There’s a way that Tzuyu’s questions are posed, so gently innocent and curious, that opens Dahyun up, and makes her want to actually tell the angel about her woes.
“You are the subject of many people’s affections. Your work is produced aptly and satisfactorily. You are not subjected to any sort of poverty. How are you miserable?”
Although, she shouldn’t be surprised. As far as Dahyun remembers, this is Tzuyu’s first time back on earth after centuries of staying in Heaven. Perhaps her definition of what a guardian angel is is a little outdated.
“Well…sometimes, I just am, Tzu. Like, my brain doesn’t work the way I want it to, sometimes. I get really sad all of a sudden. Or, I get really angry. And then it’s hard for me to do things properly. I don’t like that.”
Dahyun sighs. Who knew she’d have to spend her night explaining depression to a cosmic being that could snap her out of existence?
“Yeah, I know I have all of these things. And don’t get me wrong, I love all of that. I love all of you. Which is why I get frustrated when I’m sad, because there’s no reason for me to be sad. I just am.”
Tzuyu stays silent for a moment. A long moment, where Dahyun fears she’s overloaded the angel’s brain.
“So…eating unhealthy food relieves this misery?”
That’s a funny way of putting it, though not entirely untrue.
“Kind of? It’s more of…indulging myself in something I like relieves my mind. Keeps me calmer and stuff.”
Tzuyu nods in understanding, somehow.
“I understand. Then is there anything I would be able to assist you in indulging that would keep you calm?”
Of course. Even though Dahyun is in the worst mood tonight, and she just shouted at her, Tzuyu still has her at the top of her priorities.
When Tzuyu first descended from Heaven itself to declare herself as Dahyun’s guardian angel, she could scarcely believe it. She still remembers how it happened, too.
The ceiling of her apartment had broken in a burst of divine light, and Tzuyu, in her true form, had revealed herself, speaking in tongues that she couldn’t understand.
After yelling and cursing, she had finally reverted to a mortal form, and spoke a language she understood.
Barachiel, she said her name was. The Archangel of Blessings, and the Chief of Guardian Angels herself. Come to protect little ol’ Dahyun, who hurt herself on a daily basis tripping on nothing.
Recalling the memory, Dahyun only smiles.
“…you can indulge me with your presence, Tzu.”
Tzuyu blinks, and it looks as if she’s unaware that that’s an option.
“But you said you needed to indulge in something you like."
“Yeah, and I like you, dummy. Come here.”
Thankfully, Tzuyu obediently scootches closer to Dahyun, like a meek lamb. Dahyun intertwines her fingers with the angel.
“I’m sorry for yelling at you, sweetie.”
Getting mad at Tzuyu is like yelling at a puppy, Dahyun’s realized, and she’d never want to do it again.
“No. I must take accountability for my mistakes. I was unaware of your needs and did not take your emotions into account. Your anger is justified.”
Dahyun sighs, leaning her head onto Tzuyu’s shoulder.
“That’s okay. You didn’t know. You were only worried about me.”
“Yes, but still—”
“Tzu, we’re going to be here all night if we keep apologizing to each other. Let’s just enjoy the quiet, okay?”
“…”
Dahyun hums, taking a chip out of the bag and chewing on it slowly.
Having a guardian angel was definitely not on her list of things she thought she’d be doing, but it’s happened, and she’s blessed that of all the angels in Heaven, it was Tzuyu that came down to her.
Another hand closes on top of hers.
“I…care about you very much, Kim Dahyun.”
Tzuyu’s voice is soft, almost as if she’s afraid of Heaven itself hearing it. She strokes Dahyun’s fingers, so gentle and fond, and Dahyun’s heart bursts with emotion.
“I care about you too, Tzu.”
The rest of the night is spent in silence on the curb, city lights illuminating the streets that surround the pair.
The next morning, Dahyun wakes up to a numerous amount of bags in her room, all containing the same chips she ate the night before.
Guilty (But not Irredeemable)
In the neighborhood Dahyun lives in, there is a church.
It’s honestly more of a chapel, really. Small and quaint and quite old, as far as Dahyun knows, there’s no designated minister or clergy that serves in the chapel. In fact, it’s pretty much abandoned, were it not for the few people that pass by every Sunday to pay their respects.
Dahyun herself isn’t religious. Which is a little ironic, because about two years ago, she just confirmed the existence of Heaven, Hell, God, and just about every other religion that existed. A little odd how they managed to coexist, but she doesn’t think too much about it.
Still, the chapel serves as a quiet and calm place to gather her thoughts and calm herself down.
When she enters, the only sources of light are a dull flickering lightbulb by the ceiling, and more than a few candles that are lit against the stone walls of the chapel.
Dahyun takes a seat, admiring the simple carving of Mother Mary into one of the recessions in the wall. Behind the simple altar, a plain wooden cross hangs from the wall.
At least here, she can get some semblance of peace.
Until she hears the flapping of wings. Batlike and eerie, echoing in the small chapel.
“Gotta hand it to you, babe. You pick the weirdest places to hang out.”
Suddenly an arm is around her shoulder, like an obnoxious boyfriend at the movies.
Dahyun rolls her eyes, but still curls up into the arm of the devil.
“Got tired of waiting around the apartment, Nayeonnie?”
Nayeon, the devil herself (or one of them, at least), shrugs. She’s always had a rather odd sense of fashion, with a loose grey sleeveless shirt, and black sweatpants that look comfy and casual. Her blonde hair’s loosely tied into a low ponytail, but strands of her bangs still get in the way of her face, of which the lower half is covered by a face mask.
“Jeong told us to give it a few hours, but I got impatient.”
“Of course, you did.”
Dahyun chuckles. It comes as no surprise to her that the tenants are worried about her. Hell, no matter what she does, they’ll be worried. A warmth in her chest rises when she thinks about them, and she smiles.
“So, what’s up? Why’re you in this arguably tasteless place?”
“I should be asking you that. How are you in here without getting hurt?”
“Babe, look at the state of this place. You really think someone’s in here maintaining the wards?”
Dahyun takes a look around. The pews are dusty, the floor is cracked, and the walls are barely keeping out the nighttime chill.
“Fair point.”
Nayeon only hums, not commenting on the fact that Dahyun’s avoiding the question, much to Dahyun’s gratitude.
“If you were to go back to the start of your day today, would you do anything differently?”
The question makes Dahyun blink. And think. Her day today was rather…uneventful, if you could call it that.
“Uh…I dunno. I didn’t…make any big decisions or anything, so I guess I’d do it the same way.”
Nayeon rolls her eyes, leaning back onto the pew.
“Really. Not a single thing you’d do differently?”
There’s a certain lackadaisical energy that Nayeon carries herself with, one that somehow makes Dahyun relax and feel more at home with herself. It’s comforting having Nayeon around, if she’s not too busy bickering with the two angels that also inhabit the apartment.
“Well, there’s no point in thinking about what you’d do differently when the day is over. I mean, it’s already over. What’re you gonna do?”
Nayeon’s body rumbles with a laugh.
“That’s true.”
Then she quiets down, eerily so.
“…yeah, that’s true.”
A brief moment of silence before she talks again.
“Fuck, I’m really bad at this whole comforting thing.”
Dahyun eyes her questioningly.
“Ugh, Jeong just mentioned you had a hard day, and I thought…well, maybe I can, y’know, comfort you or something, make you feel better. I don’t do anything around the apartment, so I might as well do this, right?”
At that, amusement rises to Dahyun’s cheeks as Nayeon turns her head away, clearly embarrassed. When their eyes meet, Nayeon scowls.
“Don’t give me that.” She warns. But Dahyun is too amused.
“Big bad devil worried about lil ol’ me?”
Red fills Nayeon’s cheeks at the tease as her scowl deepens.
“Knock it off. You’re lucky I’m even here.”
Dahyun understands the words as Nayeon doesn’t say them. She’s always been one of the most concerned about Dahyun’s wellbeing, even if she had trouble showing it. And Dahyun didn’t want to shame her for her shows of vulnerability.
Biting her tongue to stop herself from teasing further, Dahyun simply leans in closer.
“Yeah, I’m very lucky. Thank you, Nayeonnie.”
If possible, Nayeon’s face gets warmer.
“Yeah, yeah, whatever.”
Despite the callous tone to her voice, Nayeon leans in as well, closing her arms further around Dahyun and leaning her head on hers.
“Y’know…” Nayeon starts. “I could…I could do that for you, if you needed it. Restart the day? Make it so that…I don’t know, your day is better?”
Eager to please would be one of Nayeon’s main traits, even if she didn’t show it often. And Dahyun’s not surprised by it. In fact, it only reinforces the belief that Nayeon belongs in the apartment.
Even after everything she’s done.
“But then, we wouldn’t be here. Together.”
Nayeon tenses.
“Sometimes, there’s no easy fix to things. If something wrong happens, we just gotta truck through it and take responsibility for it.”
Of all of the inhabitants of the apartment, Nayeon’s probably one of the only ones that desperately needs to stay there, for her own protection.
Hell doesn’t take too kindly to runaway devils, after all.
“Stop saying things that make you seem wiser than me.”
Despite Nayeon rolling her eyes, Dahyun only senses the slight quiver to Nayeon’s arms.
Devils were born out of malice, hatred, and anger. The deepest pits of humanity’s dark side. But remembering how Nayeon looked when she found the apartment, wounded, scarred, and scared for her life, evil is not the first thing that came into Dahyun’s mind. Even when Tzuyu had declared her true identity.
Mephistopheles. The King of the Crossroads herself. The reason why so many humans had fallen to Hell. A devil that dealt in bargains in exchange for people’s souls. And not just any devil. The one deemed the best at damning souls to hell.
And despite that, Dahyun had welcomed her with open arms.
“Well, would you deny that I am?”
“Babe, I can gift people with the power of foresight. I don’t think you’re wiser than me.”
Dahyun chuckles, only snuggling further into Nayeon’s body.
“Plus, you let a devil come into your own apartment and live there. How smart can you be for that?”
And for a moment, Dahyun hears a sliver of it, hidden behind a facade of humor. Just a tiny bit of self-loathing.
“Would you rather I didn’t?”
Nayeon says nothing for a bit.
Until she reaches out, placing her hands on both of Dahyun’s cheeks, warm as they are.
Her lips press against the tip of Dahyun’s nose, gentle as if she’ll hurt her if she applies too much pressure.
“…no, I’m…I’m glad you did.”
Dahyun beams when Nayeon pulls away, a fond smile on her face.
“There you go. I’m wiser.”
Nayeon can only roll her eyes, but doesn’t deny anything.
“And you’re wrong, by the way. I think you’re great at comforting.”
It’s only a heartbeat of a moment, but Nayeon’s face stretches into wonder, amazement, and gratitude. Showing for a second the Nayeon that Dahyun knows is lying hidden under all the sarcasm, temperament, and guilt.
“Well, of course I am. Did you expect anything less?”
Then it’s back to regular old infuriating Nayeon.
“Of course you are, Nayeon.”
Dahyun chuckles.
“Let’s go home.”
“If that’s what you want, babe.”
When they head to bed later that night, Dahyun might be imagining it, but Nayeon’s arms cling to her a little tighter than usual.
Cunning (But not Evil)
Of all the places to head to in the middle of the night, a library was the last place Dahyun thought she’d end up in.
The library in their neighborhood was underfunded, underappreciated, and underrated. While they did have a great amount of books that were rare and hard to find, it didn’t mean that people went out of their way to look for the library.
Still, that doesn’t stop Dahyun from opening the doors to the library, thankfully open 24/7.
The librarian barely greets her, half-awake at the counter, as she strides past to her corner of the library.
Her corner of the library is a nook at the very corner of the building, where two bookshelves barely meet, and she can easily slide her small body into the space in between the two shelves. Lowering herself down to the ground, she pulls a random book from the shelf.
It honestly doesn’t really matter what book she reads, because she’s not reading them for the contents. Something to focus her attention on, something that’s not related at all to work, is exactly what she needs right now.
“Pssst.”
There’s a murmur of a voice from next to her.
When she turns to look, there’s a pure white mouse on the bookshelf, peering over to look at the book.
“Whatcha reading?”
Dahyun sighs, before closing the book and looking at the title.
“The Biology of Genies.”
The mouse skitters.
“Genies! Bleh. A bunch of scammers, really. You’re not allowed to ask for more wishes? Lame.”
Dahyun side-eyes the mouse.
“And you’d know a lot about scamming, wouldn’t you, Chaeng?”
The mouse leaps off the shelf, and in a whirlwind of a silhouette forming, Chaeyoung appears in the space the mouse used to be in.
Dressed in a pair of shorts, a simple print tee, and an unzipped jacket, the shapeshifter’s hair is flattened by a baseball cap, blonde hair drifting down her shoulders as she grins.
“Of course! I perfected the art!”
Grinning down at Dahyun, the shapeshifter puffs out her chest. It’s endearing, and Dahyun reaches out to pull Chaeyoung down to the ground. She acquiesces, sitting in front of Dahyun and smiling eagerly.
“So! Mind telling me what you’re doing in this boring place?”
Dahyun tucks the book away, knowing she’s not going to need it to be distracted.
“Oh, I don’t know.” She sighs. “Getting away from it all, I guess.”
Chaeyoung nods in understanding.
“I feel you. Sometimes, you need to get away from it all, y’know? Life’s too short to spend on stressful things!”
Dahyun raises an eyebrow.
“Aren’t you immortal?”
“That’s besides the point! The sentiment is the same. We should do something fun!”
The gleam in Chaeyoung’s eye is enough for Dahyun to immediately decline.
“Chaeyoung, your idea of fun is setting something on fire to scare the locals.”
“But that is fun! No one gets hurt too, it’s magic fire!”
A mischievous woman, Chaeyoung always was the source of some weird happenings in the neighborhood.
“Oh, like the time you made it so that that dude’s face was on the back of his head, just because he didn’t open the door for you?”
“It was temporary!”
“He had an inverted head for six months, Chaeng.”
“Like I said, temporary!”
Dahyun’s just chalked it up to Chaeyoung being out of her environment. She might be one of the most well-adjusted to modern society in the apartment, but that doesn’t mean she necessarily has human sensibilities.
“And what about the time you tried to curse someone’s car to make human-like noises?”
“Dude, that was hilarious!”
“You gave the car sentience on accident!"
“Still hilarious!”
“It drove away from the neighborhood screaming!”
“Okay, that was kinda creepy, I’ll admit. But still funny!”
Then again, considering where Chaeyoung had come from and her true nature, Dahyun shouldn’t be surprised. A god of mischief is bound to get into trouble no matter where she goes.
“Seriously, you need to keep a lower profile. You’re attracting attention to yourself.”
“Oh, I can handle it.”
“Really? And if your family comes looking for you?”
“They can’t do anything! I’m in the Sanctuary!”
“Still, Chaeyoung, you need to be more careful.”
“Ugh, stop nagging on me. You sound like my brother.”
With that, Chaeyoung crosses her arms and turns away, disgruntled and grumbling.
Stubborn and mischievous. A bad combo, especially when it came to Chaeyoung.
When a shapeshifter had shown up on her doorstep, looking for safety, she thought nothing of it.
When it was revealed that that shapeshifter was actually Loki, of the Norse pantheon, that’s when Dahyun had to actually pay attention.
Escaped from her prison and desperately seeking sanctuary, Chaeyoung had run away from her family, after everything they’d done to her. At first, Dahyun thought everything would be fine, but when Chaeyoung had shown her more…difficult tendencies, Dahyun had to adjust.
“Chaeng, you know I’m just worried about you, right?”
Chaeyoung refuses to answer, still turned away.
“It’s just dangerous for you to be putting yourself out there too much. Your family’s still looking for you, and if they were to find the Sanctuary, I’m not sure what I’d be able to do to protect you.”
Finally turning to her, Chaeyoung scowls.
“I don’t need protecting, Dahyun. I’m a god, for crying out loud.”
“And yet, you came to me when you were looking for help.”
There’s nothing Chaeyoung can say to that, so she doesn’t.
“It’s up to you. But I’d hate to see you in danger.”
Dahyun sighs. Chaeyoung is a hard person to deal with, but she would never wish harm on her.
“…ugh, fine.”
Chaeyoung crosses her arms, pouting.
“I’ll keep a low profile. There, are you happy?”
“Yes. Thank you, Chaeyoung.”
Dahyun smiles at the compromise, and leans in to kiss Chaeyoung, at the corner of her lips.
“Good. Because I told Jeongyeon this would only take a few minutes before I brought you back home.”
Chaeyoung stands, and it’s only then that Dahyun realizes.
“Wait…did you bait me into that conversation?”
The trickster god shrugs.
“I knew you’d never want to do anything fun. I figured if you were too busy worrying about me, it would take your mind off of whatever you’re worried about.”
What an underhanded tactic. Yet, it worked, and Dahyun can’t help but be both irritated and thankful at the same time.
“I guess I should know better than to try and argue with a god of mischief.”
Living up to her name, Chaeyoung smiles mischievously, with no small amount of warmth.
“You love me, though.”
She says it so arrogantly, so truthfully, and with such smugness that Dahyun can’t help but roll her eyes, take Chaeyoung’s outstretched hand, and stand up.
“Yes, I do, unfortunately. Let’s head back.”
“Wait, unfortunately?! The hell is that supposed to mean?”
“It means what you think it means, Chaeng. Now stop fussing and let’s go.”
Thankfully, when they get home, Chaeyoung’s too lazy to keep the argument up, and they wind up sleeping in the lounge, a blanket tucked over their resting bodies on the couch.
Cynical (But not Hopeless)
There was a time when Dahyun was just a child, eager to visit her grandmother in the city.
Her grandmother who was the landlord of an apartment, in the middle of a curious neighborhood of the city.
An apartment that seemed to be home to all sorts of people, weird people. They all had their own eccentricities back then, and Dahyun was too young to judge them as anything but odd.
Her grandmother would always tell her to treat them with respect. The groundskeeper of the apartment, a young woman who seemed to perpetually have a broom in hand and a kindly smile. The larger-than-life black dog that never seemed to like her, always growling when she got near. The odd woman who always wore red dresses, sang beautifully, and only seemed to come out when the sun was gone. And many others.
At the time, she thought nothing of it.
Now, though, knowing everything, it seems as though her grandmother had known that the apartment was going to go to her.
When her grandmother had passed, her wish was to be buried in the graveyard in the neighborhood, a small detachment of the park that always seemed to be cared for, despite having no caretaker.
“Hey gramma.”
Which is where Dahyun’s found herself now.
The graveyard’s quiet, as graveyards usually are.
Dahyun comes here often, when there’s too much on her mind, and nothing to distract her.
She puts her hands together, and bows. She’s already exhausted everything she could say to her grandmother, and she was never really one to spend too much time talking about her day.
So, she merely pays her respects, whispers a faint ‘I love you’ and stands quietly.
Then she hears the footsteps behind her. Footsteps that are normally silent, but made obvious enough for her to notice.
“Ji?”
The footsteps come to a halt next to her, and with her body almost materializing out of the shadow, Jihyo stands solemnly.
“It is dangerous this time of night, my love.”
With a red tipped spear in hand, old and worn out but tight fitting leathers, and black hair braided down, Jihyo looks intimidating in the night.
But to Dahyun, Jihyo, with her soft features, round and shining eyes, lips curved into a frown, looks beautiful.
“Hi.”
At Dahyun’s voice, Jihyo sheathes her spear on her back, stepping closer.
“A burial ground is no safe place to be. A necromancer may give rise to the dead that rest here.”
Dahyun shakes her head.
“No, Jeongyeon keeps the wards up around this cemetery. It’s safe.”
Jihyo looks around, with more than a little suspicion, but bows her head in acquiescence.
“As thou wishest.”
Jihyo is from a different time, as they all are, and the question comes to Dahyun a little reluctantly.
“Ji, can I ask you something?"
Jihyo perks up.
“Anything, my love.”
“Well, this is a little sensitive…so I’d understand if you didn’t want to answer, but…”
There’s a moment of hesitation, but Dahyun ends up asking anyway.
“You knew me…like, in a previous life. Right?”
She can’t quite see Jihyo clearly in the darkness of the night, but what little moonlight does illuminate the graveyard shows how Jihyo’s body tenses momentarily.
“…that is correct. I knew thee in all thy lives.”
The concept of reincarnation is still something difficult to grasp for Dahyun, but she accepts anyway.
“What was…I…like?”
Jihyo inhales shakily, and Dahyun doesn’t hesitate to grab her hand.
“No need to answer if it’s difficult. I was just…curious, y’know?”
Jihyo’s eyes drift to the ground, and Dahyun thinks for a moment that she won’t answer.
“…thou wert always a hero.”
A hero?
“In thy first life…the life I first met, thy name was Cu Chulainn.”
The Hero of the Ulster Cycle. Dahyun doesn’t know much about Irish mythology, but the name does ring a bell.
“Thou wert…strong, compassionate, and loving. Thou wouldst fight for all that thou caredst for with everything thou hadst.”
That doesn’t sound like her at all. Now, Dahyun is just a little mouse that runs away from all her problems.
“And then…thou passed from this world fighting.”
Jihyo takes a moment, before looking up at her, eyes shining with unshed tears.
“And thou wouldst continue to do so, for every life that I had met.”
There is such sadness in her voice that it makes Dahyun ache.
“…I’m sorry.”
Jihyo shakes her head.
“No. Thou fought for what thou believedst in. I could never take that from thee.”
Her hand squeezes Jihyo’s.
“Mine only wish…is that I had known thee sooner.”
The amount of dedication that Jihyo has to her is amazing, when in reality Dahyun has done nothing to deserve it. Her previous lives may have been heroes, but the Dahyun of now is no hero.
“Dunno if I can live up to Cu Chulainn of all people. I can barely get through a school day.”
Jihyo suddenly grabs her other hand, startling her.
“No, my love. In this life, thou art the strongest, most compassionate, and most loving that I have ever known thee.”
Her eyes stare into Dahyun’s with such fiery truth that Dahyun has a hard time looking into them. Her chest warms, but her voice cracks.
“But Ji…I’m just…I’m just me.”
It’s then that Jihyo smiles, a rare gift that Dahyun receives.
“Perhaps that is what makes thee strong.”
Then Jihyo leans in, and Dahyun closes her eyes, feeling the spark of electricity that courses through her entire body as their lips meet, spreading warmth from her fingertips down to her toes.
Jihyo pulls away.
“Thy strength always comes from others, my love.”
Then, she kneels, head bowing down in respect and love.
“And if thou ever havest need of mine, thou only needst say the word. Now, and forever.”
Dahyun is stunned, and how could she not be? An immortal witch, basically proposing to her, offering up her strength for hers.
Scáthach may have been a legendary figure in mythology, but to Dahyun, she was just another woman that had her heart.
“God, you have no shame at all. Come on, get up.”
Jihyo stands, albeit reluctantly, looking up at Dahyun with expectation.
“Thanks, Ji. That makes me feel a bit better.”
“I am glad.”
Dahyun takes the hand of an immortal warrior, and smiles at her.
“Let’s head home.”
Tired (But not Resigned)
In all those other nights, Dahyun is accompanied by one of her tenants. Through stories, jokes, and love, she is comforted and kept warm.
This night, however, she is alone.
She passes by the abandoned apartment complex first. The rooftop is nice and peaceful, and the sky is clear, clear enough for her to catch a glimpse of a meteor shower in the far distance. The cigarette in her mouth calms her down, and the smoke is gentle and soothing.
The park is quiet, too. No one strolls along its paths except for her, and she catches a glimpse of a stray dog dozing off under a bush. She smiles, and continues her walk.
The canal’s stream is continuous, and pleasant white noise to her ears. Kicking pebbles into its stream, she squeals in delight when a particularly rapid current splashes her. It’s cool and awakening to the senses.
Strolling by the sidewalk, the streets are filled with a liminal feeling that secures her to the ground, as she runs through the roads with a certain carefree feeling rushing through her veins.
As she gets peckish, chips at the local convenience store are enough for her to sit down by the curb, and watch the neon lights buzz. Cars pass by with their gleaming headlights, and Dahyun takes a few pictures.
When she needs to rest, she does so at the chapel. She takes her time at each image of a saintly figure, lighting candles and wiping away grime and dirt with respect.
The library, open as always, is welcome to her, and she spends her time leafing through page after page of obscure, supernatural information that opens her mind to new possibilities.
At the graveyard, Dahyun lies down next to her grandmother’s grave. She talks, unlike before, to her grandmother, of her tiring day and her stressful work. It takes a while, but at the end of it all she’s more than a little relieved.
Then, when the sun is about to rise, Dahyun heads home.
A fulfilling night, one that’s successfully taken her mind off of everything.
But, a little empty.
Like something’s missing.
She sighs as she fits the key into the apartment door. When she twists it open, she’s greeted by a tall, imposing figure.
“Kim Dahyun.” It rumbles.
Dahyun smiles fondly. “Hi, Tzu.”
“Jeez, Tzu, you’re gonna scare the poor girl.”
Jeongyeon comes closing in, apron tied around her usual ensemble, eyebrows furrowed as she pulls Tzuyu away.
“She was gone for an extended amount of time.”
“Yes, yes, we were all worried.”
Jeongyeon smiles at Dahyun, from where she’s ushering Tzuyu off to the side.
“I made you some soup if you’re hungry. Healthy soup, by the way, not like those chips you ate.”
Dahyun has the dignity to be embarrassed, scratching the back of her head.
“Hey, let her live a little. Nothing wrong with pigging out every now and then.”
Nayeon, relaxing on one of the couches in the entry room of the apartment, winks at her.
“If you had your way, Nayeon, she’d always be eating unhealthily.”
“I mean, I could always just gift her with eternal youth, so it wouldn’t matter anyway.”
“Nay!”
“Okay, okay, I won’t.”
Dahyun feels the smile in her heart before it grows on her face.
She spends some time eating Jeongyeon’s soup, trying to fend off Tzuyu’s overbearing questions, and rolling her eyes at Nayeon’s sardonic humor.
As she’s stepping up the stairs, a ghostly white visage appears in one of the mirrors she’s strategically placed throughout the apartment.
“Lady Dahyun.”
There is an exasperated look on her face, and it’s one Dahyun is used to.
“Did Chaeyoung do something again?”
The ghost nods wearily.
A few moments later, Dahyun has a guinea pig in her hands, moving away from one of the apartment rooms.
“Hey! This is assault! Get your hands off my soft, pudgy, body!”
Mina sighs from wherever she is.
“You can always change back whenever you deem fit, Lady Chaeyoung.”
“Well, I like this form! And I like it when Dahyun carries me!”
“Then why are you complaining?”
After putting a reluctant Chaeyoung in Mina’s room, Dahyun strides through the hall, until the murmur of a soft song catches her attention.
Peering into one of the rooms, she smiles.
A large wolf’s head is perched upon a pale lady’s lap, the vampire humming softly as she gently drags her fingers through the wolf’s fur. The wolf rumbles in pleasure.
Sana looks up, pausing momentarily in her song. She smiles at Dahyun.
“Good evening, my lady.”
Momo opens one lazy eye, before exhaling through her nostrils in acknowledgment.
“I hope you had a lovely stroll.” Sana greets.
Dahyun smiles in return.
“I did, thank you, Satang.”
Momo lets out a whine of disappointment.
“Alright, alright.”
Sana chuckles, then continues to stroke through her fur, continuing her song.
When Dahyun gets up to her room, the shadows tremble slightly as a figure materializes in the corner of her bedroom.
“Was thine evening walk pleasant, my love?”
“…it was okay. A little empty.”
“Empty?”
“Something was missing.”
“Whatever could that be?”
Dahyun looks around her room, spotting the closed laptop and the papers strewn about her desk. From around the apartment, voices filter through faintly.
“Tzu, it’s just soup, it can’t hurt you!”
“It was of a heat that is dangerous to a mortal body.”
“Didn’t know you made your soup with hellfire, Jeong.”
“Mina, I swear, you’re such a buzzkill!”
“…if you get trapped in another divine seal, I’m not helping you.”
“Wait, I was kidding!”
“Lady Momo, I apologize, but would you be able to adjust your head? I cannot feel my legs.”
“Woof!”
Then, she smiles.
“Nah, it’s nothing. Let’s go to bed, Ji.”
Dahyun closes her eyes with Jihyo’s arms around her, and as consciousness fades, she idly wonders why she’s no longer tired.
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This is one of my oldest drawings of them. I have the feeling that my art and the way I draw them, changed over the year. I still like it tho!
It is based on that one polycule meme that every ot3 needs an artwork of. currently I do not have the original at hand but feel free to add it in the comments :)
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-- dahyun / tzuyu, 1.3k. smut // top!tzuyu // MEN DNI
tzuyu's just a little too tempting, too distracting.
dahyun has never been more exhausted in her life.
she's hunched over her desk, cheek pressed into the hardwood and trying, for the nth time, to convince herself that studying for her finals would be more worth it than doing anything else in the world right now.
she mustn't look very convinced, because tzuyu comes up behind her, worried.
“are you okay?”
dahyun manages a tired smile. if there was anything that could convince her to hang in there a little longer, it would undoubtedly be tzuyu.
“don’t worry.”
tzuyu seems to see right through her, unfortunately. “you need a break, hyun.”
while dahyun appreciates the kind reminder, she knows she has to push the temptation aside.
she sighs, straightening up again. “you know that won't be productive.”
“but you've been studying all day,” tzuyu pouts. “and it's one am already.”
she places her gentle hands on dahyun's shoulders, rubbing lightly and easing the tension between dahyun's joints.
dahyun moans unconsciously, head lolling back. she's never quite been able to resist tzuyu's massages.
her eyes flutter close as she continues, mind drifting. “mhm… well, if you have any other ways to help me learn eight chapters in a day…”
her words trail off, and she assumes this is the end of the discussion, but perhaps she'd been too careless with her reactions, because the edge of tzuyu's lips tug up, and dahyun knows immediately what it means.
“i know a thing or two that could help with something else,” tzuyu hums lowly, a titillating lilt in her voice.
dahyun's cheeks flush.
she stammers to find a response, but her breath halts when tzuyu pulls her chair back, turning her seat around languidly.
dahyun tries to protest, she really does.
“i should– ”
but her mouth goes dry again when tzuyu kneels in between her legs, lidded eyes trained on hers all the while.
“relax, baby,” tzuyu teases.
she slips her thumb beneath the waistband of dahyun's sweats, tugging, but only ever so slightly – a small taste of what's to be desired.
dahyun's stomach flips, and her heart beats so quickly she feels warmth spread right up to her fingertips.
more often than not, it has always been her taking the lead – not to dominate, certainly not; but simply to give and to pleasure – because making tzuyu happy made her happy.
she's never considered – never even thought to consider – that tzuyu could want to lead; or, more importantly, that she herself would enjoy it so much, even if they've barely done anything much yet.
tzuyu looks up expectantly.
dahyun’s heart beats so quickly she wonders how she was ever able to resist at all.
“p-please,” she whispers, hesitant at the unfamiliarity but much too turned on to refuse.
tzuyu lets out a satisfied sound. she tugs on dahyun's waistband again, and dahyun knows enough to lift her hips for her.
“that's it,” tzuyu coos.
her eyes have long left dahyun's, now looking over the damp spot on dahyun's panties while she bites her lips absent-mindedly. she pushes the fabric aside with a finger, and dahyun's so wet it almost has to be peeled off, completely drenched in slick and arousal.
dahyun keeps her gaze on anything else but the sight of tzuyu blown out eyes, face hot at how a few steps of foreplay could rouse her that much.
tzuyu lifts a brow, amused at the sticky hot substance already coating her finger.
“want me to help with that, unnie?”
dahyun's breath hitches. “tzu. anything, please.”
“mhm, alright,” tzuyu giggles.
she tugs dahyun's panties down then, taking it off completely along with dahyun's sweats. when she reclaims her place between dahyun's legs, she lifts dahyun's knees over her shoulders.
dahyun gasps, suddenly pulled forward in her seat. “oh, fuck.”
tzuyu's so close that dahyun can feel her breath on her centre, and her stomach starts clenching already at the minimal stimulation.
“you like this?” tzuyu chuckles.
she lays a cheek against dahyun's inner thigh, looking up with feigned innocence, though her lustfully hooded eyes tell a very different story.
‘n-need you,” dahyun whimpers.
she feels her embarrassment grow as her own wetness pools incessantly on the seat, yet she almost considers throwing all her pride aside to start begging stupidly when she sees tzuyu lick her lips.
“i've never seen you like this before, unnie,” tzuyu muses.
she presses feather light kisses to dahyun's thigh, but the languidness burns like a sting when dahyun's so desperate to be touched properly she could go mad.
tzuyu drawls on, punctuating her words slowly.
“it’s really– ” she says with a kiss. “ – really– ” then kisses again. “ – really– ” and another final kiss to dahyun's thigh. “ – cute.”
dahyun's legs clamp a little more with every kiss, and by now, she's trapped tzuyu in between her legs, her heels digging into tzuyu's back and pulling her in instinctively.
“tzuyu, tzuyu,” dahyun breathes out, nearly whining. “you-your mouth, please. please don't tease.”
the edge of tzuyu's lips tug up, pleased.
“of course, unnie. i did say i'd help, didn't i?”
it's another tease; an embarrassing one, at that, when dahyun had been so insistent on resisting but was now begging like nothing mattered more in the world than having her girlfriend touch her; yet she can barely find half a mind to care when tzuyu finally puts her mouth to work, kissing her clit and sucking deliciously, and it makes dahyun whine so much all the sounds get caught in her throat and she loses her voice momentarily, managing nothing more than soft whimpers and cries.
dahyun tangles a hand in tzuyu's hair, keeping her in place as her grip tightens around the armrest.
“tzu, tzuyu, please– just like that, please don't stop,” she keeps mewling, vocabulary dwindling down to only tzuyu's name and anything else that would get her to keep going.
tzuyu stutters a little, and dahyun wants to beg her to maintain the rhythm, but her mind goes white and she forgets whatever complaints she'd had when she feels tzuyu's fingers coming in between her folds, gathering her arousal thoroughly so she could thrust her fingers into her.
“tzuyu!”
dahyun's hips jolt, and this time she's the one who stutters, head thrown back as her whimpers break into sharp whines. tzuyu only has to suck on her clit once more for dahyun to completely fall apart, faster than she ever has before, quickly coming undone around tzuyu's fingers and mouth as she sobs tzuyu's name incoherently.
tzuyu tries to prolong the pleasure as best she can, but there's only so much she can do after dahyun starts pushing her away, whining with sensitivity. she settles with pressing her palm over dahyun's tummy, rubbing gently until dahyun stops shaking.
“oh my god, tzuyu,” dahyun finally pants. she lays her hand over tzuyu's, blissed out.
tzuyu laughs and rises from her knees to give dahyun a chaste kiss. “how was that?”
dahyun curls her arms around tzuyu's neck, coaxing her in so she could rest her forehead on her shoulder. tzuyu responds in kind, adrenaline helping her pick dahyun up into her arms.
she brings dahyun to their bed, and dahyun almost immediately pulls her in for another kiss once they hit the sheets.
“you should top more,” dahyun murmurs.
tzuyu grins, and dahyun watches as the lust returns to tzuyu's eyes, alluring all over again, both most definitely as into the idea as each other.
“that was nothing… but i recall someone wanting to study more?” tzuyu teases.
laid nearly bare under tzuyu, head still dizzy from her previous orgasm; dahyun tries, for the nth time, to convince herself that studying for her finals would be more worth it than doing anything else in the world right now.
but when tzuyu peppers kisses down her neck, nipping lightly and sneaking her fingers underneath her shirt, dahyun decides – ah, fuck it.
“i can study tomorrow – i want you more.”
these many fics in a month?? almost reminds me of last year when i'd procrastinate from studying sm (lol) by writing fics (not lol) which is why i wrote so many fics so quickly then 💀 (don't worry, my academics were not effected! procrastinate responsibly! don't be like this fic 🙅♀️)
i must give credit to this drabble @nr1chaedickrider sent to my ask box -- consider it a remastered ver, maybe! (done with permission!)
and yay top!tzu :)
thank you so much for reading this, and thank you for interacting if you did -- it is very appreciated!
#twice imagines#dahyun x tzuyu#datzu#twice smut#chou tzuyu#kim dahyun#twice fics#i remember saying in my last fic smth like im taking a break from smut unless smth possess me or wtv and ig smth did possess me!#i mean it this time tho... fluff next 🙏
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miraculous datzu … they’re best friends 🥹🥹
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kind of the same universe of this fill. i say ‘kind of’ because some things might have been changed here. i’ll admit i didn’t reread it, i just i wanted to write the nahyo :)
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the world seemed to have turned against nayeon from the moment she had the unpleasant experience of meeting park jihyo.
part of the reason why they’d become ‘rivals’ was nayeon’s own fault, she admits, though jihyo carried half of the blame. their restaurants weren’t direct competition, as everything about them, from the menu to the theme, was different.
jihyo’s restaurant was all about high cuisine, the place was as elegant as its owner. nayeon’s, on the other hand, offered traditional food and a comfortable place that wasn’t not elegant, but certainly not as elegant as jihyo’s. the establishments were meant for different occasions, different clients, and yet nayeon and jihyo couldn’t help but compete.
they competed to be better than each other, to have a better rating to their respective restaurants, to be known as kinder from their clients — everything became a subject of competition when it came to what nayeon and jihyo knew they could beat each other in.
the aversion starts because nayeon is rude.
she usually isn’t, rarely is, but she happened to meet her worst nightmare of a person when her restaurant is about to be closed due to the lack of popularity. she was in the middle of a breakup then, which only made her more frustrated. and so, everything, from the beginning to the end of the day she met jihyo was a mess — everything felt wrong.
“you can’t just buy this place!” nayeon huffs loudly, the palms of her hands hitting against one of the empty tables of her restaurant. “tzuyu, guide this sir outside. please.”
the man who sat in front of her was one of the many people who had made her such an offer that week. he had gone there with a much younger woman, who seemingly didn’t want to be there, but was listening attentively, flinching when nayeon’s voice became sharper.
“listen, miss im. being in this location isn’t good for your business. people that come to this neighborhood have a refined taste, if you know what i mean. and you don’t fit in.” he says patiently, almost like he was mocking nayeon. he gets up, leaving a card on the table. his contact. “if you change your mind…”
“i won’t.” nayeon says, resolute.
the man leaves then, without needing tzuyu’s guidance. the woman stays, looking at nayeon almost as if she pities her. jihyo didn’t — she didn’t pity nayeon, but she couldn’t begin to imagine how it would be if she didn’t have her father to give her what she needs to succeed. so she stays, cleans her throat, and apologizes for her father’s behavior, because she felt like nayeon didn’t deserve to go through that pain.
but one wrong word was all nayeon needed to snap, and if jihyo had known, she would’ve been more careful.
“i’m sorry about my father.” jihyo starts. tzuyu watches them from a distance, making sure nayeon would deal with her less abruptly than she had with the woman’s father. “he can be… harsh, sometimes. but he wasn’t wrong-”
nayeon raises her eyebrows.
“he wasn’t wrong?” nayeon laughs, as if she couldn’t believe what jihyo was saying, but she had hardly given her any chance to explain what she meant. “you have no idea how hard it was to get this place. you would never understand it anyway. i bet he wants this for you, am i wrong?”
jihyo doesn’t falter, understanding nayeon’s anger, trying to be comprehensive despite her accusations. “yes.”
“and you’re here to try to convince me you’re a good girl and that i should give up on the business of my life just because daddy’s princess wants to play chef.” nayeon barks, stepping closer to jihyo, trying to intimidate her.
tzuyu closes her eyes, covering her face with her palm as she watches nayeon lose her temper with someone who had nothing to do with the reason why the restaurant was struggling. at least jihyo knows how to defend herself, crossing her arms and keeping her chin raised.
“i see.” jihyo looks at nayeon up and down. “maybe you do deserve to be in this situation after all.”
and just like that, jihyo leaves. hell on earth had only just began for the both of them.
one thing about living relatively close to her dear enemy was that nayeon kept constantly bumping into jihyo.
if she went to a nearby cafe, there was a possibility that jihyo could be there, which was why nayeon started making her own coffee. at least that was an opportunity to learn new things — nayeon tried to convince herself. but her coffee was surprisingly bad for a chef, and sometimes she gave up and drove to the nearest cafe.
nayeon also couldn’t do groceries by the end of each month. jihyo did it by around that time, nayeon noticed, because she kept seeing her at the market when she was trying to get her monthly groceries. nayeon settled for doing it two weeks into the months. that way, she wouldn’t see jihyo, and, as a consequence, she wouldn’t have her day or even her week ruined.
nayeon could escape from jihyo all she wanted, but the woman would still always be on her mind. after all, how could she not think about jihyo when she was the only person nayeon has ever truly hated. the feeling was as genuine as love — not that nayeon saw it that way, though, because she’d never admit she had only been living to compete with jihyo for the past months.
the sense of winning was what made nayeon’s business get back on track anyway, and that was the only good thing about jihyo that nayeon could think of. sheer hate and her employees help was what made nayeon find her way to make her restaurant popular again, to the point she was competing against someone who had it all from the very beginning.
“like i care that she studied in france,” nayeon huffs. she’s pushing a trolley filled with groceries, heading to the candy session of the supermarket. nayeon couldn’t go a day without sweets. “such an annoying woman.”
she’d been frustrated since tzuyu had praised jihyo earlier in the week.
it was only natural for tzuyu to like a person who treated her girlfriend so well, especially so when dahyun dearly admired jihyo as her mentor and friend. still, despite making tzuyu of a spy to get more information from jihyo and her restaurant for herself, there were things about jihyo that nayeon didn’t have to know.
nayeon couldn’t care less about jihyo’s background. it was important information, certainly, but the way tzuyu delivered the information felt like praise. like jihyo was perfect and nayeon had nothing against her. the worst part of it was that, deep down, jihyo was indeed a bigger competitor than nayeon could have imagined. she had everything — the money, the talent, the great reviews, and a team that was just as loyal to her as nayeon’s was with her.
jihyo only leaves her mind when nayeon realizes that the chocolate from her favorite brand wasn’t in its regular version, but instead it was heart-shaped. valentines day was near. that year, nayeon would spend it alone. being single is why nayeon hadn’t even thought about the date being utterly close, and reality only comes to her when she’s buying sweets.
she’s about to grab a package of chocolate bears from a brand that wasn’t her favorite (she refused to buy heart-shaped chocolate for only herself, that was far too humiliating for nayeon to do) when she notices a short woman trying to reach what she’d been previously looking at.
and of course it’s her. jihyo, the woman nayeon had been mentally cursing for the past hour while shopping.
nayeon smiles, feeling immensely proud of herself for wearing sneakers that made her slightly taller. she leaves her trolley on the side and reaches for the chocolate, forgetting about her pride — and the bear-shaped chocolate she was going to buy.
“thank-” jihyo looks to the side, about to show her gratitude for the person who was apparently trying to help her. “im nayeon?”
“i see you’re buying chocolate, park.” nayeon throws the chocolate in her own trolley. “is it for the boyfriend?”
jihyo understands what nayeon meant by taking the chocolate then. it was only for her own pettiness.
“boyfriend?” jihyo arches her brows. “have you been watching me?”
nayeon blushes. “h-huh? of course not!”
“if you say so.” jihyo laughs. she’s almost sweet when she does. “tell tzuyu to do a better job next time. i will never have a boyfriend.”
jihyo picks a chocolate she can reach — it wasn’t heart-shaped, but it was expensive enough it could be a gift.
“wait, park!” nayeon calls before jihyo leaves with her nearly empty trolley. jihyo looks at her, crossing her arms, letting nayeon know she wasn’t in the mood for her antics. “did you see your restaurant’s online rating is 0.1 lower than mine?”
“wait until valentines day, im. i’m sure people will want a more…” jihyo laughs. “sophisticated place to have dinner with their lovers. maybe you should come by and bring yours as well.”
jihyo turns around then, and nayeon can hardly find the words to react.
“i can’t accept this, jihyo.”
dahyun shakes her head, putting on her apron. she was ready for another full day being jihyo’s second hand, which was something dahyun could never be grateful enough for. jihyo was the best mentor she could’ve asked for — but sometimes she was too good. not that dahyun was complaining, but she truly couldn’t accept what jihyo was offering.
“you can. and you will.” jihyo concludes. “dahyun, it’s just half of the full price. i want to do this for you. and tzuyu.”
“you can’t just get me an apartment, jihyo.” dahyun says, flushed to her ears. “you’ve already done so much for me… i can’t take this from you.”
jihyo crosses her arms. she can’t understand why dahyun wouldn’t accept such gift from her. jihyo knew that not all people had the condition of giving expensive gifts or have received such, but it was normal for her. she was raised like that, receiving everything she could wish for from her parents. for that, jihyo wanted to do the same with dahyun, who she saw almost like a daughter, but not quite. a pupil, if anything.
“dahyun,” jihyo says, her voice serious. “i want to. doing this for you means a lot to me.”
“but jihyo…” dahyun sighs. accepting jihyo’s gift was tempting, she couldn’t deny it. even more so because jihyo’s intentions were genuine, and dahyun knew that.
“you can pay me back by staying with me. working here.” jihyo pouts. “and learning how to caramelize onions without burning them. it’s really annoying.”
dahyun gasps. “i’ve gotten better at that! you told me i had!”
“better doesn’t mean perfection,” jihyo answers. although she was a nice boss, jihyo could be incredibly demanding. that aspect of her, aside from the support only money could give her, was what made her successful in a short period of time. “i’ll wash my hands. today will be busy.”
being a good boss was what brought jihyo to the current situation.
after getting the apartment with tzuyu, dahyun waited until they had completely furnished it to throw a small party, with only people that mattered. there was a lack of communication, however, when tzuyu happened to invite nayeon, and dahyun naturally invited jihyo, as it wouldn’t be possible for them to be there so quickly if it wasn’t for jihyo.
the place was one of a kind, really. dahyun and tzuyu had managed to find a penthouse that wasn’t incredibly expensive, which was already a hard find on its own, and while it was smaller inside, they had a rooftop deck almost as big as the actual house, the perfect setting for spending time with friends.
the day the party happened was right before valentines day, because it was their only day off before the madness that valentines day would be for their respective workplaces. what neither of them considered was telling each other that they had invited their bosses. tzuyu only finds out that they were doomed when jihyo arrives with an expensive bottle of champagne, chocolate, and her ‘girlfriend’.
and then tzuyu is too busy panicking to tell dahyun that nayeon was coming.
“are you two… you know… serious now?” dahyun whispers towards jihyo once tzuyu offers sana a drink and they head to the kitchen.
jihyo is taken aback by the question.
“she is...” jihyo stops, appearing to be thinking about dahyun’s question. “she’s good for me. i think so.”
dahyun sighs. “but do you like her, unnie?”
“i like her.” jihyo replies, giving dahyun a small nod, her cheeks getting slightly red. “i like her a lot.”
“that’s good then, unnie.” dahyun smiles. jihyo looked quite cute when she was embarrassed, which wasn’t something that happened often, so dahyun cherished the moment. “oh, look! even tzuyu likes her.”
dahyun coos, seeing tzuyu smile along with sana. dahyun’s love for tzuyu was natural and easy, jihyo notices. even with sana, jihyo can’t feel that. still, jihyo smiles — she smiles because she’s happy for her friend, and because tzuyu, im nayeon’s little spy, wasn’t all that bad after all. she was even starting to think tzuyu was cute, despite the girl being her enemy’s second hand.
nayeon doesn’t appear for at least an hour after jihyo arrives.
tzuyu considers sending her a text, wanting to know if she was still going, and part of her wanted to tell nayeon not to show up. it was for nayeon’s own good, truly, because if tzuyu could choose between having jihyo or nayeon there, of course she’d pick nayeon, who was equivalent to her of what jihyo was for dahyun.
the delay had a few reasons. valentines day would be in a few hours and nayeon had just seen a post of her ex with her current girlfriend — momo still looked beautiful, nayeon thought as she chugged a dose of pure vodka. she only remembers she was supposed to attend to tzuyu’s small party when it’s already getting dark outside and she’s utterly drunk.
“not a problem,” nayeon tells herself. “wait for me, tzuyu!”
nayeon does her best to look presentable. she makes sure to brush her teeth thoroughly and put on enough perfume so that nobody would know she had her own little party before, a party with way too much vodka, sad music and the bunny plushie momo had given her on their first date as the only invited member.
nayeon was still drunk after all, and despite not looking like she was, she had a hard time to arrive at tzuyu’s new home. taking the elevator makes her dizzy, and nayeon soon starts to regret forgetting that it was supposed to be tzuyu’s happy day before she started her pity party.
“i’m here! i made it,” nayeon sighs, relieved. she knocks at the door and rings the bell instead of deciding between each, keeping a hand on the wall so that she wouldn’t fall. when the door opens, the first thing nayeon does is hug whoever had opened it for her, even kissing the person’s cheek. “tzuyu, unnie is here! huh, why are you so small…”
“it’s dahyun, miss im.” dahyun freezes as nayeon hugs her. “c-come on in. i’ll go get tzuyu.”
dahyun all but escapes from nayeon’s grip, scared. not of nayeon, of course not, tzuyu’s boss was far from being scary, but of what jihyo would think when she saw that nayeon was there. she finds tzuyu at the kitchen, preparing a colorful drink for one of their friends, and she almost growls tzuyu’s name as she calls for her girlfriend, evidently angry.
“why didn’t you tell me nayeon was coming?!” dahyun whispers as if she was screaming, making tzuyu startled.
“you didn’t tell me jihyo was coming either! i didn’t know you would invite her!” tzuyu replied the same way, finishing the drink regardless of dahyun staring at her.
dahyun looks at nayeon from where she stands, watching tzuyu’s boss play with ari, their puppy.
nayeon was welcomed, of course she was. dahyun had nothing against her, even if nayeon liked to make her boss angry, which consequentially made her and all of the employees have to work harder. but nayeon should be kept away from jihyo, just like jihyo should be kept away from nayeon.
“of course i would invite her!” dahyun sighed, shaking her head. “tzuyu, how could you think i wouldn’t invite jihyo? she made this happen.”
“i’m sorry, okay!” tzuyu turns to face dahyun, keeping her head down like a puppy who had made a mess and was aware of it. “nayeon unnie needs to go out more often. and it’s one of the most important days in our lives. i had to invite her too.”
“i know, i know.” dahyun hugs her, knowing tzuyu was starting to feel guilty. “i should’ve realized you would want her here. it’s okay, tzu.”
tzuyu sighs. “at least now we know we have to tell each other who we’re inviting when throwing a party.”
“oh, definitely.” dahyun laughs. she pulls away way too soon for tzuyu’s taste, looking around to try and find nayeon. “i should go find jihyo unnie before… where is nayeon?”
nayeon doesn’t know how that would be possible, but she thinks she sees momo from afar.
even if that is not momo, nayeon walks closer to the girl, entering the deck that had only a few people and the woman she thought was momo. the woman is alone and she looks pretty, like momo, and there was no way nayeon’s drunk mind could understand that momo would never be there. momo wouldn’t — because she never liked tzuyu. and because she was in japan.
for a brief moment, nayeon considers stopping and heading another way. she remembers she was waiting for tzuyu, and that almost makes her turn around, but the possibility of the girl being momo makes nayeon keep walking, and walking, until she’s right behind her.
nayeon was never one to drink strong alcoholic beverages. she could handle beer and wine, but she never exceeded in quantity. ironically, when she decides to do so, she does it with a much stronger option of alcohol. nayeon also never kissed people when she was drunk, but it’s her first reaction when the woman turns around.
she sees a face that is not momo’s, and she knows she’s not kissing her ex then. she doesn’t stop, however. not until she has her lips on jihyo’s, and jihyo is kissing her back — because that was sana, or was it not?
it didn’t feel like sana. sana had gone away to get her a drink, but both of the woman’s hands on her waist were empty, and they were bigger than sana’s. jihyo doesn’t pull away at first, enjoying the kiss without even knowing who was kissing her, her mind making her believe it was sana, just so she could kiss the woman back as intensely as she was being kissed.
“jihyo?”
the voice makes jihyo stop, placing her hands on the woman’s shoulders to pull her away, looking at sana’s direction.
dahyun and tzuyu are right behind her, with their faces red. jihyo wouldn’t dare to imagine what was going on in their heads. she doesn’t want to know, but the moment she looks at the person who had been kissing her, she understands.
“sana…” jihyo pulls away completely, and then nayeon’s hands are no longer on her waist. “sana, i didn’t know it wasn’t you.”
sana’s grip on the cup with jihyo’s drink was strong. if she got any angrier, it could certainly break. “how could you not know?”
“nayeon unnie,” tzuyu reaches closer, wanting to know if nayeon was doing alright. she seemed like she was when she was kissing jihyo, but tzuyu was still afraid nayeon didn’t even know what she was doing. “did you drink?” tzuyu whispers only for her to hear, earning a slow nod from nayeon.
“oh, that is the nayeon girl.” sana laughs. “it all makes sense now. how could i be so stupid?”
jihyo shakes her head quickly. “no, it’s not what you’re thinking. wait, sana!”
sana turns around, so angry that her face burned, leaving the drink with dahyun on the way. nobody dares to say a word. not nayeon’s or jihyo’s employees. but nayeon eventually gathers courage to speak.
“tzuyu, did i just kiss park jihyo?” nayeon asks, starting to sober up.
tzuyu gulps. “yes.”
“oh.” nayeon finds somewhere to sit. she felt like she would fall to the ground if she didn’t. “i think… i just ruined her relationship. on valentines day.”
“it’s technically tomorrow…” tzuyu tries to make it better.
“she was crying when she left.” nayeon mumbles. “i saw it on her face.”
tzuyu stays silent for a moment, wanting to understand what was going on. “what did you drink, unnie? why did you come if you’re not well?”
“momo is dating someone else. i drank when i saw her post. then i kept drinking.” nayeon says. the alcohol didn’t seem to be in her system anymore, and nayeon knew it was there, but after seeing jihyo cry for the first time, she no longer felt drunk. “i’m sorry, tzu. i ruined the night for everybody, didn’t i?”
“not for me, unnie. it’s okay.” tzuyu says warmly, far too used to nayeon being a mess, always there to support her. “come on, let’s get inside. i’ll make you a coffee.”
on the other side of the door of tzuyu and dahyun’s apartment, sana and jihyo talk. sana becomes less angry of jihyo when she sees her cry, and jihyo feels more guilty each second.
“stop lying to yourself, jihyo! you might like me, i believe you do, but you will never love me. and you know that that is what i’m looking for. you’re just… not it.” sana says. she’s not loud, or harsh, but it makes jihyo cry regardless.
“i don’t have that kind of relationship with im nayeon.” jihyo explains herself. “i don’t know why she kissed me, i swear, sana, i didn’t know it was her. i like you and i’m really trying to love you…”
“you can’t try to love someone.” sana sighs.
there’s a lot sana wanted to say, a lot jihyo hasn’t realized. starting by the fact that all jihyo ever talked about with her was work and im nayeon — these things said a lot about jihyo and how she felt, but sana couldn’t tell that to her. jihyo wouldn’t understand. not at that moment, at least.
“look, hyo, i know you didn’t mean to kiss her. that doesn’t matter anymore.” sana continues. “but i’m starting to love you and it would be better for me if we just stopped seeing each other.”
sana’s words are on jihyo’s mind from the moment sana leaves to the moment jihyo goes to bed. when she wakes up the next day, they’re still in her mind, and jihyo keeps wondering when she will ever have a successful relationship with someone special.
romantic love was an unknown feeling for jihyo. she has tried to learn what it is with many different women, but none of them managed to make her fall that deep. sana was nice to her, and out of all the girls jihyo has tried to be in a relationship with, she was the only one who made her heart race. sana treated her like a princess — perhaps that was why jihyo had grown attached.
but then again, liking someone was far too different than loving. and that, jihyo knew, she could never give sana.
the first thing jihyo does when she arrives at her restaurant is having a talk with all of her employees who watched what had happened the other day. she felt like she owned them explanation, and the fact that jihyo treated them all like family was part of why they were so good at what they did, what made them a team.
she speaks with dahyun alone then, because dahyun deserved a proper apology.
“it’s no big deal for us, unnie. tzuyu really didn’t mind it. we had a great time together before all of that happened anyway.” dahyun soothed her.
that seems to be enough for jihyo. she lets her worries aside while she works. it’s almost automatic, really, how she walks around the big kitchen and prepares all sorts of dishes, teaching things to her employees while running to cook as fast as she could. valentines day was always a busy day — despite not owning her own restaurant for a long time, jihyo has worked in other places, so she was used to the rush.
by the end of the day, tzuyu shows up. she’s there to pick dahyun up, and to give jihyo a letter from nayeon.
“jihyo unnie,” tzuyu clears her throat. “before you read this, keep in mind that nayeon unnie genuinely regrets what she did. she’s not… good with words. but i can assure you she didn’t want to make you… uhm… upset.”
“she really isn’t.” jihyo says, clearly unamused. “you should two go ahead. i’ll be going home soon as well.”
dahyun and tzuyu give her their ‘good night’s, but before they go, tzuyu hands jihyo a package. “before i forget. it’s from unnie too.”
jihyo finds a place to sit. before she leaves, she wants to read the letter sent to her, and open the… was it a gif? from nayeon. she didn’t expect to receive an apology, really. jihyo had kissed her back, though admitting that was hard. she didn’t like that she had cheated on sana, and she hated that nayeon’s lips didn’t feel bad, but jihyo wasn’t angry at nayeon. at all.
she doesn’t try to understand what she was feeling. instead, jihyo skips overthinking and focus on her hatred towards nayeon as she reads the letter.
dear miss park,
i’m deeply sorry for my actions last week. tzuyu told me to apologize i didn’t mean to kiss you, though your lips felt quite great i was drunk, and i usually don’t drink much, which is why i didn’t know what i was doing when all of that happened. i’m genuinely sorry to have ruined your night so badly. surprisingly, i did not like to see you cry, because you look pretty doing it, and it makes me think you’re not as hateable as you really are. next time, i’ll be a little less worse, and only do to you what you would do to me.
sincerely,
chou tzu im nayeon (and chou tzuyu. she made me write the good parts. i would never be this soft with you.)
ps.: the wine is not poisoned. i heard from tzuyu that you’re a fan of handmade bear, so i got you wine. happy valentines day.
the letter was short, but there was nothing else nayeon could have really said to her. nothing that wouldn’t sound like she was trying to make a truce. because nayeon wasn’t. but jihyo liked the way nayeon worded what she felt, wondering if nayeon really meant it when she said certain things — she quickly stops once she realizes that was coming from im nayeon.
“i hope you’re telling me the truth, im nayeon.” jihyo mutters as she serves a glass of wine for herself.
tzuyu had forgotten to tell nayeon that jihyo wasn’t picky with her alcohol.
especially not so when she was trying to hide from herself that she was falling in love with her worst enemy. and jihyo was, unfortunately, kind of good at it. success seemed to run after her, even when it wasn’t needed.
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Time To TWICE - FAKE SQUID GAME ep. 2
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