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ok i take it back TAKE ME TO HER PLEASE

THERE WAS A WHOLE PHOTOSHOOT GOODBYE

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BACK OF THE LINE🗣️

THERE WAS A WHOLE PHOTOSHOOT GOODBYE

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THERE WAS A WHOLE PHOTOSHOOT GOODBYE

#twice sana #minatozaki sana #the devil wears prada frfr

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“omg you’re so creative. how do you get your ideas” i hallucinate a single scene in the taco bell drive thru and then spend 13 months trying to write it

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dude that mina fic is so goodd

why thank you, its been getting a lot of love lately thank you to everyone who took the time to read!🫶🫶

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in love with the smoke??

like if you want a silly little sketch of your pfp

#TALENT

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#minatozaki sana #twice sana #twice #and if i said i just shed a tear bro #shes insane #no respect for my wellbeing whatsoever

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Cross The Line - I

« It’s only after we’ve lost everything that we’re free to do anything. »

Mina x gn!reader

synopsis - if you promise not to step foot in her hospital again, the line disappears, right?

wordcount - 3K

T/W - resident!mina x fighter!reader. mentions of violence, injuries, food. (reader is involved in an underground fight club) medical environment. angst for now and dahyun guest starring😎

A/N - i have decided to make this into a movie. it serves as a prologue to the series but tbh i feel like you can get it without it if you want. Enjoy!

You don’t know if she noticed you.

The minutes passed by, and so did she; a few times. You watched from your seat as you waited for your name to be called, various scenes from silly incidents to more serious ones, old people to kids...

The place was bustling, you could feel your head getting heavier, only keeping it up just in case Mina appeared. She seemed busy, focused. She must have a lot on her mind.

How selfish would it be to wish you were on it too?

You wondered, feeling the familiar tug at your heart when she took the time to reassure a little girl across the room. You could make out the tears staining her cheeks despite how far you were sitting, and witnessed how quickly they dried up under Mina’s gentle voice.

How wrong would it be to feel jealous?

You shook the ridiculous thought away, just in time to hear your name finally get called out. The voice was familiar, but not the one you were hoping for. Sweet, but not enough.

Your gaze left Mina’s figure to meet her dear friend’s, a nurse you’d gotten to know more than the one you heart longed for. She let you call her by her name, but only if you promised not to overstep the set of obvious boundaries that came with it.

You gave your word, although it was tempting to take it back. Everytime Dahyun assisted in your care, you fought the need to ask her anything about Mina. You only faltered once, anesthesia having gotten the best of you after a long set of stitches.

You had the decency to wait until Mina stepped out of the room before asking about her love life. That’s how Dahyun came to know of this… mess of emotions between the two of you.

She never answered you, but she did have questions to which she tried to pull the answers to from Mina herself a few hours later.

Nearly a year later now, and she was still trying. Pieced a few of them together over time and rare, quiet wine drunken nights, but it was nowhere near enough to uncover the reasons.

The ones behind your visits, not your interest in her best friend. She has glasses but she’s not blind.

Although she did wonder what still had you so hung up after years.

If you knew yourself, you probably wouldn’t be in this mess.

“Do you guys have lunch breaks?" Your voice was quiet in an attempt to conceal how awkward you felt.

You were sat on a similar table as your last time here, only surrounded by proper walls this time. Still as blank and unstimulating, letting your mind roam free and back to Mina.

Dahyun paused in her tasks.

This was her third time seeing you, and it was the first time you’d spoken to her without her needing to pull the words out of you.

She cleared her throat, setting down the tools she’d just used to get your cast off. "We do.” She answered hesitantly. “Why wouldn't we?"

The room fell silent once again as you gazed at your weakened arm, turning her question rhetorical. Dahyun only chuckled at the sight before offering some reassurance, "I'm going to show you a few rehabilitation exercises. Your arm will be back to normal in no time."

You simply nodded, your eyes glued to the foreign feeling in your limb. "Do I need to rest it?"

Dahyun’s eyebrows furrowed at your question, but kept her curiosity to herself. Not everyone has her knowledge, she tended to forget it so she cut you some slack although something in her itched to be nosy.

She watched as you tentatively moved your arm, clenching your fist as if trying to regain familiarity with it. "Just avoid putting excessive strain on it.” She finally said, causing you to stop. “No intense use for a couple of weeks, and it should be fine."

"A couple weeks..." You muttered. This wasn’t good. Money was getting short. “Can I have some paper and a pen?”

It was getting hard to do, but Dahyun concealed her confusion again before fulfilling your request, observing as you used your weakened hand to scribble something barely legible.

“Does that count as exercise?" You playfully questioned, causing Dahyun to chuckle.

“It could, yeah." She nodded and you smiled, glancing back at your writing before handing it to her.

“Hopefully she can read it.”

You don’t need to say anything else. Not even her name. Dahyun knew who you were referring to.

You were sure of it, but she managed to make you second guess - yourself and your own intentions - when she tensed up in front of you.

Her hand didn’t reach for the piece you offered of yourself. As futile and impersonal as it was, you couldn’t help but take offense at her doubts.

“Please.” You muttered. It was pathetic. It felt like it too. But it was worth the discomfort if it meant convincing the woman standing before you. Her silence was painful, it almost made you laugh. She wasn’t even the one you were trying to reach.

Were you even allowed to feel so troubled yet?

Rightfully so. Dahyun took forever to make up her mind, staring long enough for your arm to fatigue.

Part of her didn’t want to enable and push her best friend into what looked like a hopeless abyss. Mina deserved much more. She deserved something safer, easier than whatever you brought to the table.

Then again this wasn’t her place to say. This wasn’t her game to play.

She just hoped Mina wouldn’t dismiss its risks.

—

Mina looked down at the paper in her hand, her features tensed in a mix of surprise and apprehension as she processed the words she’d managed to decipher.

« I’ll try really hard not to visit ever again, so if you ever miss me and have a moment to spare : xx xxx xxx. »

She took the numbers in as they slowly burned themselves into her mind. She tried to suppress that small hope within her as it prayed you’d written them well enough.

Needless to say it was a vain attempt. Her thoughts were scattered and she struggled to compose herself.

“What are you going to do?" Dahyun's voice broke an eerie silence that had settled itself in the break room, and Mina exhaled softly, her gaze lingering on your message.

"I'm not sure," she admitted, meeting Dahyun’s eyes. "It's complicated, you know that."

Dahyun nodded, understanding. Or at least she hoped it came across as because quite frankly she had no idea.

It was complicated, yes, but for her, the next step was a no-brainer.

"Maybe it's worth considering," she offered, her words gentle. “Just don’t do anything stupid.”

That pulled a chuckle out of the black haired woman next to her. “Like what?”

“I don’t know, but someone who needs to be stitched up every few months can’t not be involved in something dumb or careless.” Dahyun pointed out, but it only amused Mina even more. “I’m serious.” The nurse chuckled despite herself, “Something’s not right.”

“I can take care of myself.” Mina reassured, “I’m sure it’s nothing too bad. Careless maybe, but not dumb either.”

“How would you know?” Dahyun probed as Mina piqued at the nosiest part of her.

Mina only shrugged though, considering the paper in her hand. The weight of your message briefly pulled her thoughts back to the unspoken moments, the lingering emotions that built and shaped this odd link between the two of you.

"Just a feeling.”

—

“Looking to kill your winning streak?”

The coach’s voice resonated in the warehouse and you huffed out a breath, keeping your eyes from rolling back into your brain only to look at him instead. “What are you being so shy for? Hit it, damn it!”

You stayed silent, your jaw clenched shut to keep the thoughts in your head. The punching bag still swung back and forth behind you as you reached for the small bottle of water he was handing you.

The small ‘thank you’ you mumbled was enough for him to get off your back about respect and whatnot, but he still clung onto it about your arm.

“It’s been weeks, Y/n, you’ve had plenty of time to recover, come on…” He said, opting for a more gentle approach.

The switch up didn’t surprise you. He wasn’t exactly stable, but he was good at his job. Good enough to run this whole thing smoothly. You’d respect him if he weren’t so corrupt, pulling at big kids desperate enough for life to ruin it for them. People like you. Exposing them, showing them off in a violent spectacle only the richest could afford to enjoy.

The scheme was vicious. Designed to make staying in the only way out. To make him the only one you could turn to when life’s biggest troubles got too big to ignore.

He knew you well enough by now to know the gentle card wouldn’t work, but that’s also how he knew he had to give it a shot anyway. If not take action, you could open up.

You could, but you wouldn’t. Not to him. Your relationship didn’t allow it, as much as he tried to shape it that way over the years. Not that he was pushing it, he was decently nice. He cared. Just not enough.

You could feel it in the way he watched you, silent while his eyes questioned whatever you did he didn’t understand - which was almost always linked to whatever didn’t fill his pockets.

The edge of the ring pushed into your thighs as you took a seat there, staring into the space in front of you. Your gaze was vacant, you could feel yourself zone out, thoughts begging to drown into your heart and its selfish desire to burn over Mina’s absence; but the coach shaking his head kept you over the surface.

Seeing you space out was new, but he didn’t like how familiar the sight was getting.

You expected his rough tone to spit at you any second, but he surprisingly stayed calm. Too calm. So your eyes left the void to check on him, and his demeanor was all but reassuring.

You could feel his impatience grow by the second, the frustration practically radiating from him was off-putting, but the silence… It was as scary as it was encouraging.

“I need more time.” You finally said.

The words didn’t please him. They didn’t make you happy either. You’d love to be able to hit that bag as you used to just months ago.

“We can’t do that. People are damn near jumping the fence to see you fight, Y/n, you have to come back.”

“They’ll be fine.” You brushed off, feeling the guilt slowly weigh off your shoulders at the desperation in his voice. Something about hearing him beg, even implicitly.

You suddenly rose to your feet, feeling yourself growing wings as you clung onto the third rope of the ring. Entertaining the conversation seemed pointless, so you turned your back on him to get back to training. Something he made sure to prove as a mistake... He didn’t hesitate to burn those wings at the first sight of them.

He never did.

“But you won’t.” You heard him say. The words were heavy, probably because of how fast he’d thrown them at you.

Your features twitched, eyebrows creasing as you tried to argue, “I’m not ready.”

The weakness was bitter, obvious and unfair. Unfitting for a moneymaker like you. If anything you should be the one dictating things.

Yet he somehow always kept the reigns.

“You never were.”

—

His last words ran laps in your mind.

As hard as you tried to alter their course, nothing seemed to stop them. Nothing seemed to change.

The following days melted into themselves, fogging your memory with nothing but defeat.

You felt disoriented. Hopeless. Hurt. Yet somewhat motivated by it all. Problem was you had no goal to put it into.

This fighting thing proved itself to be nothing but a fickle string of glory. A glory you failed to even enjoy. Sure, the underground and illegal part of it didn’t help, but everyone around you seemed to do just fine.

Maybe you’ll ask them about it tomorrow. How they do it. For now you paced around the room, searching for a solution, only for your brain to come up with thoughts of her. You’d long passed the point of it being and feeling pathetic, surrendering to the insanity of the situation. Your soul yearned for the sense of peace she brought with her mere presence, and her absence was suffocating.

Why? It’s not like you were close. All she did was flirt back, it was no reason to get so attached.

You felt insane. Out of mind. All because of that bridge you’d humiliated yourself into trying to hold together.

Maybe giving her your number was a mistake. Maybe you’d have been better off keeping your distance.

Crossing those rarely ever was good.

—

Later that day, your apartment was cloaked in a hushed ambiance, the only source of light emanating from the soft glow of the TV screen as you absently filled up on what felt like a last meal.

A light, protein heavy collation you had no pleasure in swallowing. The only reason you were doing so was not to pass out mid-fight the next day.

You couldn’t go back to her. Not there.

So you folded into the old routine, only finding comfort in your favorite show playing in the background. It was a nice, fleeting distraction from the weight of your impending return to the fight club.

The night was slowly falling silent outside your walls. Your plate emptied itself slowly as episodes followed each other with few breaks in between. You nearly fell asleep from the monotony of it all, but the sound of your phone vibrating against the table jolted you back to full consciousness.

The screen had lit itself up, drawing your attention to the screen. An unknown number and a message that only made sense after connecting a few dots.

« I have a moment. »

Mina's words, a lifeline in the midst of this mounting anxiety.

Your fingers hovered over the screen, the weight of your feelings pulling them down to write and erase every word that came to mind before settling on a much simpler approach.

« Would you mind if I called? »

On the other side of the screen, Mina’s heart fluttered much to her dismay. Needless to say she was apprehensive, eyes fixated on your text while its content resonated in her mind. It stirred a few feelings she’d kept away and guarded for far too long now.

She wasn’t sure if she wanted to, but she knew she had to try. She owed it to herself. She’d risked too much, jeopardized too much of her sanity over you to leave without answers.

So she called.

This type of adrenaline was nothing compared to the one you got in the ring. The ring, it was cold. Chilling. The things you did, that you’ve done to get to where you were… It was a rush you were getting used to.

This one was different. Warm. Thrilling. It was new. A rush you looked forward to. No matter how much you denied yourself it.

“Hello?” You spoke into the phone after raising it to your ear. The line was silent for a second before you heard the soft timbre of her voice greeting you back.

Three weeks was the shortest time you’d gone without hearing it yet there you were; practically giggling to yourself over the few words you managed to exchange. The first ones that didn’t revolve around an injury or her scolding you for using her first name.

You made sure not to use it though, as you told her about this colorful place you liked to hang at. It wasn’t the most vibrant, but you found the atmosphere to be fitting for a talk. Cute even, if you’d dared to say.

Mina couldn’t help the flutter of her heart, the burning in her veins traveling all the way to her cheeks as she listened to you trying not to stutter over your words as you basically asked her out.

She could - and she would - have agreed to meet you in the following second, but something held her back, unlike the words pouring out of her mouth with no control, “Sounds lovely. But I don’t know…”

A small silence took over the line as you thought, “What… do you mean you don’t know?”

“It’s just that…” Mina sighed, “The hospital—”

“I’m not a patient anymore, Mina.” You cut her off, desperately clinging onto the small opening. Mina could sense that, letting her frustration slip into her tone.

“Yes, but for how long?” Another silence. Heavier this time. Longer. “We can’t know, right?”

Mina’s voice rung through the line, startling a thought you’d been dying to voice out to her.

“You can’t, but you do know something.”

“What?”

“You know exactly why I can’t make sure to never come back.” You partially confessed in hopes she would understand. “Don’t act dumber than you are, Dr. Mina.”

“That’s the thing, Y/n. I’m not.” She sighed. “I’m not. I don’t know why you show up in such states, I shouldn’t want to know as bad as I do, but something about you makes me—”

Mina stopped herself, realizing what her words were leading to. Somewhere a little too real and raw too quickly. She fought the tears begging to relieve her frustrations, and opted for another sigh. One soft, barely noticeable and far too weak to have any effect on her state of mind.

“It feels like I’m playing with fire.”

For the first time since you’d heard it, the sound of her voice hurt. You could tell how much it cost her to say those words. Just above a whisper, tainted by the shadows of her unshed tears. Ever so softly, like it would glide over the lines, the cracks staining the distance and reach you with no consequences.

“Listen…” You started. “I know you’ve been… curious about me. I know you’ve made your guesses, your bets, and I don’t know what those are. I can’t say I don’t care, because I do, but I have enough self-awareness to know they’re not the most positive.”

You paused in order to gather your thoughts. The next words you’d utter felt like the most important of your life. How worthless had it been… “I feel crazy just asking you this - I’ll understand if you don’t want to, but… I just want to see you. Talk to you, anything that’s not you fixing me up.”

There was a small silence again. It’s agonizing, not being able to tell where this was going. All you could do was wait. You were tired of it but it was suddenly worth it all. The pain, the silence, the longing. The quiet tears you let go off in the dark, the memories and wonders of her gentle soul tormenting you days after your stays.

“I want to see you too.”

#twice x reader #mina x reader #kpop x reader #twice imagines #twice mina #myoui mina #twice angst

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this doctor!mina sequel has taken a drastic turn🧍‍♀️

#twice mina #mina x reader #i am in love with the vibes and idea i created #im feeling silly i want to make it a series #so i will

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berry, just write anything sana related and then i'm fed well lmao (make it longer if u can? i really have a HUGE sana addiction this is unhealthy..)

never thought id say this but it’ll take some time before the next sana fic😭

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That moment when the unrelated scenes you've been writing for two weeks both somehow connect (i have no idea how this happened)

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ok this goes out to the anon that asked for the college!gf sana headcanon bro im so sorry i just realized im not built for this

i give up im SO bad😭

#idk what to put in here #if uou have other ideas tho they’re welcome maybe ill make it up then🧍‍♀️

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im so excited all over again🗣️

airplane pt.2

minatozaki sana x soccerplayer!reader (remixed) || pt.2

synopsis: the world’s game is calling, but will you be able to kick off your feelings in time before sana loses her chance?

warnings: fluff ; bit of pining ; a pinch of slowburn ? ; angst if you really squint

a/n: long explanation at the end of the fic!

the good news was way too good to be true, but you’re blanked out from all the white noise in your head to even listen in the first place. 

“i-i literally don’t know what to say…it’s happening all too fast.”

“oh! i’m not asking you to decide now. don’t shoot the messenger here.” the woman, kim sejong, who was a representative for a professional soccer team that was interested in you clarified while raising her hands up in innocence. “i’m just formally meeting with you so that we can get some potential talks going, that's all.”

sighing out of relief, you lean back into the chair between you parents, the both of them laughing while you try to hide your flushed face. 

sejong stands up from the chair, turning back to see dex, nodding to him while he nicked his head towards you. the camaraderie was mutual between all parties while she grabbed a card from her briefcase. 

“my contact information.” she hands the business card to dex.“it’s good to finally meet you and i hope we can stay in touch.” sejong says, smiling to you and your parents exchanging nods and goodbyes before being led on her way out to the front door. 

you were literally just having a normal day with some free practice and the one of many dates/hangouts already with sana just twenty minutes ago, but here you were in a state of shock as to what’s being realized in your head: the contract offers. an actual signature for a team that was interested in your talents—to dumb it down even more; you were about to go pro. 

dex comes back with his hands clasp together while your mom tries to make you snap out of your daydreaming again, shaking you while you brush her off in a slight annoyance. “well, i think that was one of the more interesting things to happen today, don't ya think?” 

“dex,” you try to gather your thoughts together, “how did you—”

“i didn’t call or ask around this time, she came to us.” 

you nod. “makes sense, never mind then.” 

“great news either way! from what i heard at rin’s camp, she already signed and sealed her deal to the interested team.

“what?” your mom exclaims in surprise, hand over her mouth while you were just left in awe with what you just heard. “she’s already signed?” 

“well, she’s the one who got the first ranking after all, so of course she’d be the go-getter between you two.” dex replies, raising a glass of water to you in a small celebration. “actually, she’s overseas right now getting the final details done and over with.” 

“but the rankings have only been out for a freaking week or so! that’s insane of her to do that i can’t believe it!”

“remember what we talked about y/n, the project we discussed about last time initially was more of a hypothesized approach, given how the teams are currently holding up in the league currently.”

dex slides a glass of water to you, mindlessly taking it to drink while both of your parents started to leave the table to get on with their responsibilities around the house. even though there were still a lot of things to consider, becoming a pro was the only thing you’ve been dedicating most of your life to. you’re still in disbelief that you’ve managed to balance everything in between, but sana’s words rang through your head like a phone alarm. 

“all of those practices and games will finally be worth it in the end.” 

“every step of the way….”

pondering, almost pensive, you shake your head from the thought of what sana would feel if you told her about your contract offers. knowing how supportive she was, you knew that her answer would always be the same as yours. even if you tried to reason with her, she’d win you over anyway—that’s just how she was with you, with her parents, everybody for that matter. 

“is there a deadline that we have to confirm by?” you ask dex, swiping the business card to see the number and signature of sejong’s finely written in ink, looking back at him while he scrolled on his phone texting a plethora of journalists, other big soccer team higher-ups, and even fellow agents trying to get rid of all the notifications on the message app. 

“well let’s not jump to conclusions now.” he laughs, putting out his hand for the business card back. “if anything, we can hold out until january to get more teams involved. keeping you here would be a crime with the amount of phone calls i get on a daily basis. be thankful that your phone isn’t much active compared to mine.” 

“should’ve thought twice before i made you my agent then.” 

“pull up your phone right now and show me your text and call history, i bet it has sana all over it.” 

you sigh again, opening up your phone before sliding it to dex’s side of the table, skimming through the texts and phone calls. he chuckles at the screen of the hours-long calls and short text messages back and forth with sana. having nothing to hide, you just lift an eyebrow with a simple smirk across your face. 

“after all these years, and you still haven’t made it past that stage.” 

(well, you’re not oblivious or deaf to what dex and your friends have been saying about you and sana for so long now.)

“i–” 

“you don’t think more than three times about signing for a team, but can’t bring yourself to confess to the girl that you’ve been crushing on since you were eight? talk about having your priorities straight y/n.” dex adds, not even leaving you a chance to even state your case. 

dex watches you hang your head in defeat of the argument, lightly tapping the table before going on with the rest of your evening doing whatever. “you staying for dinner?” 

“what’s your mom making tonight?”

“chicken adobo, one of your favorites.” 

“nice!” dex giggles, wiggling your hand while you slap his head to stop him. “but seriously though, time is short y/n, are you gonna regret not saying what you’ve been venting to me about for the past two to three years?” 

“lets not bring back that fight we had from a while back.” you quip, “are the news outlets gonna be about me in the next couple of days? ‘

“expect them to be out by tomorrow or the day after.” 

“great, i’ll worry about signing until then.” 

“still haven’t answered my question though.”

“what question?”

—

your mind may be clouded from all of the contract offers whirling in your head, but muscle memory is your best friend when you seamlessly belt another ball into the top corner of the open net, still impressed at the curvature of the shot.

liz, your fellow vice captain and other close friend, gives you an icy coo when you roll out another ball from the bunch next to the bag, letting it run away before stopping along the grass. “so i take it that the talks are going well?” liz asks, flatly shooting a ball across the ground into the goal. “you’ve been awfully quiet about your side of the whole thing.” 

“i like to keep that stuff private,” you say, “you know how i operate about these things.” 

“but it still doesn’t beg the question however.“ liz interjects, rolling another ball to you before you chip the ball up, dinking the crossbar by doing so. “where do you see yourself going?” 

“who knows?” you laugh out, rolling a third ball back and forth under your foot. “london, rome, japan, korea, maybe even here? it’s still a lot to ponder about.” 

you and liz both look towards the set of benches behind to the side, the sweet sound of laughter filling your ears as sana, tzuyu, and mina all share a conversation together on a break. liz sees your gaze soften towards sana while the small gust of wind blows past through you, leaving little to no motion from it while you’re blatantly staring. 

“all i’m saying is y/n,” liz sighs out, smacking you on the shoulder lightly, causing you to lose your balance. “probably too many times to count at this point, but sooner or later things are going to change drastically. you’ve gotta say something to her, and you’re too oblivious to things as it is.” 

snapping out, you give liz a dirty look knowing that it was a joke before you look back to sana, giving a long lasting daze in which she notices, waving from the bench while you simply raise your hand up in acknowledgement towards the trio. “don’t tell me she drove here too.” liz says, making you chuckle at the thought. 

“god, no.” you say. “after that one time late at night. i had to beg my mom not to give her the access code again.” 

liz kicks in another ball towards the goal, but it’s deflected wide, giving her a nod of the effort. “are you going to spend the remaining time here with sana from here on out?” 

“not today, but next time for sure if i don’t get a text from you asking to get a shooting session in.” 

—

the next time you saw and hung out with sana, you were helping her with baking some cookies for the sleepover party that she was invited to by momo and a few others. ingredients are scattered all across the kitchen island, utensils and plates fill up the sink, and you’re frowning at the fact that you have two handprints over your chest with sana laughing hysterically at the image. 

“you’re so cute!” sana laughs out, and you shake your head while you put your hands on her shoulders to stop her from jumping around too much. “you should’ve seen the look on your face when i put them on the apron!” 

“ha ha, sana. very funny..” you say nonchalantly, dusting off the remnants of the flour poofed on your body from your hands now that the cookies were in the oven almost done baking, so there was a little bit of extra time on your hands. “how long are you gonna be at momo’s for?” 

“probably for the weekend. why’d you ask?” 

“i thought this sleepover was planned for the rest of—never mind.” you say, taking off the apron before setting it onto the high chair behind you. “since we’re off from class for the next week or so, i thought that you guys would be more excited to spend some quality time together.” 

“well, it’s because you’re too busy with your soccer stuff to have time with us anymore.” sana pouts, a chuckle leaving your nose while you fished for your phone to change the song that was playing on the speaker that sana brought down from her room. “you’re still taking me to momo’s, right?”

“after taking my car to see me that one time, you’re strictly back to being my passenger princess.” 

sana arches her brows in question, causing you to mirror the same look from her face, the balls in her eyes capturing yours while she sets herself in front of you. seeing her like this inside these four walls does something to you on the inside, this gaze that you’ve seen for so many years now—why does it feel like it gets better every time you see her?

“y/n.” sana calls out to you, and you swear something just clicks in your brain everytime you hear it.

“yes?”

“is there…something you want to tell me?” sana asks with pleading eyes. 

you’re thrown off by the initial question. a part of you wants to say what you’ve been wanting to say for three years out of the many with sana. i like you, sana. you. i’m in love with you. always have, for the longest time. everything just seems to wash away when i see you smile. all of my worries and burdens are swept under the rug when we have moments like these. i don’t want this to end. not once, if at all. but, cowardice was always your enemy in life. so you say, 

“well, i’m still waiting to hear from dex about signing and stuff like that.” a lame answer, your second thoughts won again this time. “it’s been pretty quiet for about a day or so, but no. you look pretty with the two buns in your head.” you smile, tapping the back of sana’s hair while she accepts the compliment by smiling. 

“thank you as always, y/n. always noticing the great things about me.” 

(oh, she has no idea. or does she?) 

“anything for one of the prettiest best friends i know.”  you agree, moving a part of sana’s hair before your eyes trail down the features on her face. just like your daydreaming, you’re distracted by the curve of her smile, the way her lips are so easily contoured with the rest of her skin. the universe in those eyes that probably picture sunshine and rainbows wherever she goes. this perfect, yet calming storm that eases you, it’s scary. 

you’re also not helping your case when you have a floating hand next to sana’s head, barely touching your hair like she was some art piece. a soft smile is all you could bear to keep yourself calm while sana lightly blushed from the action, looking down to the floor when the compliment you just said finally registered in her mind. “gosh, why are you—“ 

“shh,” you stop her sentence, “look up for me real quick.” 

sana slightly looks up, her face wildly more attractive with the worry from her eyes along the flush of light pink breaking through her face when you bring your thumb across her upper lip. 

you, on the other hand, are playing the role of some guardian protecting their treasure the way your fingers curl on her chin and lips, wiping away the bit of cookie dough that sat there for too long to get you bothered. eyes relaxing up while sana’s gaze lasers through you like a knife in butter, but you have every urge to resist the notion of kissing her right here and now, to not say anything after and just play it off coolly like you always did before. 

she clutches your wrist, not wanting your hand to be pulled away from the bottom half of her face—as if she too, wants this to happen. “sana.” you murmur, the way the double syllables of her name rolls out of your lips so effortlessly, she’s gravitating towards you, the thumping in your chest overpowering the neurons in your brain like you wanted this to happen. she’s got you wrapped gently around her finger and before anything else could happen—

ding! 

reflexively, you adjust your head slightly upwards while sana falls into your chest, a place where she’s been before, and the way her hands clutch to your sweater while you’re holding her at the waist like you’ve caught her countless times, you can’t help but snort at sana’s clumsiness that she was normally known for in a few cases.

“you had cookie dough on your lips.” you say looking down slightly at the girl somewhat hugging like a sloth on a tree, patting her back to comfort while she shakes her head into the fabric, almost wanting to bury herself more into it because she too knows too that the time is short. eventually, she pulls away standing up, patting down her apron while you rub your eyes as a cover up. 

“thanks again for helping me.” sana says, cleaning her throat while you hum and nod in responde before starting to put away some of the ingredients back into the cupboards. “oh, y/n i can just do the cleaning. let me.”

“no, you should go get your bags ready. i still have to drive you to the store to get that ice cream that jihyo asked for.” you reply, continuing to put a box of baking soda into the cabinet while sana waved her hands in protest. 

“go wash up. i got this.” 

“alright, if you insist.” you say, making your way to the bathroom behind the kitchen. “go ahead and change the song on my phone if you want to.” 

sana hums, contemplating on whether she’d use this small window to see what was on your phone. it wouldn’t be any surprise, you had one game which was wordscapes that made sana burst out in laughter when you were playing it at a soccer tourney earlier this year, claiming that you were a mom with your glasses while cooling down for the next match. 

other than that, your phone just had the essential apps and social media platforms, but sana let curiosity get the best of her when she sees an article headline about your situation of where you were going to play professionally. 

the more sana read past the article title, the more she started to worry. time was short, and the clock was winding down before you eventually leave your home to embark on your journey as an athlete. sana understood how much this meant to you, but she can’t help but think that you’re being pulled away from her with the amount of rumors and coverage that you’ve been getting recently. 

she’s happy for you, but at the same time she’s hurt that her longtime best friend that she’s shared more than a third of her life with, was going to walk out on to bigger and better things. an unsaid promise that’s breaking on a thread, and even with the tap water flowing down in her hands and fingers, it feels like you were slipping through sana as well. 

“everything okay?”

sana gasps out startled, water drops stained on your clothes and hers while you chuckled at how easily scared she could get. “sorry to scare you.” you say, placing your chin along the crook of her collar bone, “you’ve been pretty quiet for a bit.”

“well—it’s, uh—“

you look over to the left of her, the screen on your phone showing an article that you’ve already read earlier after, clicking your lips and exhaling out, grabbing your phone to get a closer look to what sana read. 

“it’s just news stuff, sana.” you reassure, “i still have time left to think about everything.”

everything. sana thinks. why won’t you tell me about the good news? we don’t keep secrets from each other. not at all, not ever. so why now? 

“i tried not to read as much.” she says, hiding the lie of worry underneath.

“good, just focus on the now.” you say, patting her back before checking the finished cookie batch in the oven. “let’s go, i put your bags in the car already, so get your shoes.”

“okay. give me your extra hoodie then.”

—

“have you heard about the news with y/n and rin? they’re the biggest talk of the week so far!” sullyoon asks the group of girls at the end of momo’s sleepover, putting down a red five during their game of uno. sana looks up around the table, meeting eyes with the five (including her which makes six) while the light sound of music lowers in order to get a better hearing of the conversation. 

“well, i know that y/n and rin are like the best players out of everyone in the team,” jihyo says, her bright tone making sana smile at the thought of you always striving to be at your best when playing. “so i wouldn’t be surprised if they weren’t being approached by all of the sports biz fanatics.” she slaps down a red plus two, “uno!” 

the next person, maki, draws two cards from the deck, staring at her hand before putting a red seven in the middle. “i know that rin’s already made her deal official, according to the coach after practice following the exit trials.” next was momo’s turn, eating an orange slice before the color changed to blue in the game. 

sana sighs out, placing her hand flat on the table. “y/n has been keeping most of that stuff away from me.” she says, “claiming that she doesn’t want me to worry about her future and all that.” 

“you think so?” sullyoon asks, hugging sana out of sympathy.

“i don’t know,” sana replies, tensing up slightly. “we hardly keep secrets from each other, and we’re open to everything. it just feels weird.” 

“maybe,” momo interrupts, “it could be something other than the whole soccer business.” jihyo slaps momo’s arm, wincing at what she just said before bowing her head as an apology. 

“what do you mean by that?” sana asks quizzically, tilting her head towards her fellow dancing classmate. momo and jihyo both share a look with each other, unsure if it was the right call to even discuss it with the others. as sleepovers go: whatever is said during this time stays between them, so they nod in agreement. 

“well,” momo starts again. “this is kinda obvious to point out, but everyone thinks that you and y/n look good together.” 

“what?” 

“it’s true.” jihyo adds, grabbing a spoonful of the pistachio ice cream that you and sana brought for her. “it’s so obvious.” 

“guys….” sana groans out, “we’ve been over this already. y/n and i have been friends since we were little. there’s no way that she has feelings for me.” 

“you’re not out of the discussion too ya know.” maki butts in to prove the point. “i’ve seen how y/n looks at you everytime there’s games, practices, or even team dinners. she’s got the eyes for you, and they don’t lie.” 

“i–” 

“sana, you’re notorious for being more touchy with everyone here.” jihyo states, “but when you’re with y/n, you just seem even more clingy to her compared to the rest of us.” 

“but that’s how i am!” sana pouts, the argument was too great to go against. the group around the table all share a laugh while sana rolls her eyes. maki looks down at her phone, expression lighting up instantly from what she read. “oooh! we got it! let’s go!” 

“the tickets for the winter festival fair?” sullyoon asks in shock. 

“yep! jeno said that he managed to get some extra tickets for us, better to go now that way there’s nothing fishy going on.” 

the sleepover group all get up collectively to get ready, and sana can’t help but think to herself as to what just happened. pressing the bridge of her nose and sighing out to relive the slight embarrassment she almost put herself through. sana looks back on all of the moments you shared with her, the way you and her would study at the library while waiting for your mom to pick you two up from school, to when sana was scared for her life when you first got your driver's license, all of the moments of arm holding, shoulder bumping, leaning, hugging, sana mindlessly kissing you on the cheek as her way of showing appreciation, the laughs to the point where you’re gasping for air—

“do you know who else is coming?” jihyo asks, almost ready and at the front door. 

“jeno didn’t say, but i think it’s three or four more people.” 

sullyoon taps sana’s shoulder, startling her for a millisecond before catching her breath. “are you just gonna go out like that, sana?” 

“yeah,” sana says. “i’ll get my coat and bags real quick.” 

—

sana clutches onto her handbag while her other hand is balled up into a fist with a heat pack in the pocket. her woolen puffer jacket serving as a solid protector from the chilly outdoors while there’s sets of lights hanging over her, the sound of children laughing and games being won in and around the fair. she’s hanging near the main entrance with momo, sullyoon, and maki just waiting for jihyo to get back from her car.

“i’m so glad we’re able to go today!” sullyoon beams, “i’ve always wanted to come here as a kid!” 

“i mean, they have this every year as it is, it’s just that you’re busy with sleeping all day.” momo says, “when is jihyo coming back? we’ve been here for at least ten minutes already.” 

“she’s getting something from the car, and jeno called me to hang back so that we can all get the tickets together.” maki replies, checking her phone to see if he texted or not. she looks up, “there they are!”

sana along with the three turn their heads towards a small group of people approaching them. jihyo with her trusty small backpack behind her, along with jeno who was actually working at the gate for the parking lot before finishing up, and then there were tzuyu and mina who also tagged along. 

her eyes catch one person adjacent to tzuyu’s left side, you. 

though it hadn’t been that long, given that it was roughly about three or four days of the sleepover, sana scans your whole look that simply exemplifies a cool, hype girl similar to momo’s and mina’s hip style. your hair was neatly done, complemented by the sleek black cropped puffer jacket layered under with a simple hoodie with wide-fitted pants and cool sneakers - you made the effort to look good whenever and wherever you went, making the whole world your runway. 

the small group combines with the other waiting at the entrance, exchanges of hi’s and hugs are being shared all around and sana makes her way to you while you stood still as always, unmoved or unfazed like a stone. you greet sana with a simple, “hi.” with the same energy and tone you always had with her, smiling when she tilts her head to return the greeting. 

“didn’t expect you to come.” sana says, pulling your bottom lip out with a sad look from the first words she uttered towards you. 

“well, surprise!” you cheer, raising your hands lightly to commemorate the present moment before chuckling from embarrassment, “actually, jeno texted me if i was free and jihyo said that you guys were pretty much done with the slumber party so we just moved your bags back into my car for after.” 

“alright, is everyone here?” jihyo asks the group, being the natural leader that she is. jeno is right behind her, talking to one of his coworkers explaining the whole ticket situation to make it easier to get in and before you know it, everyone makes their way inside the festival. 

“you chilly?” you question sana, placing the outer part of your fingers across her cheek, sana starts to burn up from the sudden contact. 

“i have a heat pack,” she replies, pulling it out of her pocket before placing it against your face, feeling the fingertips grazing your cheek as the heat pack warms up your face just enough to hide the red color from breaking through. sana pulls it away soon after while you two catch up with the group up ahead. 

sana looks over again, the sight of you being lost in the bright lights with the sound of kids running and screaming happily all in her vision. sana can’t help but wonder about the endless thoughts she’s seen and heard from you after all these years of being close friends—but you’re quick to come back to earth to catch sana leering. 

“my turn to say you’re staring off into space again. ” 

sana clears her throat while you try to stifle your laugh, causing her to tap your arm and act all hurt because of it. “not funny.” 

“you said it to me! were you dozing or were you looking at the lights?” 

“shut up.” sana says, keeping her gaze locked forward while the group stops at the center of the fairgrounds. after a brief discussion of what to do, here was the plan: games and rides plus eating in between.

“you ready to have a fun day at the fair?” sana asks you, bright-eyed with excitement.

“i’ll always follow you, sana. lead the way.” 

—

to jihyo, momo, tzuyu, and the rest of the group you were with, it was just a normal hangout with friends. but with sana, this was just another typical hangout or date that was filled with endless amounts of fun no matter what was happening or where you and her would go to do it. 

despite the chill that seems to envelop everyone around the fairgrounds, prompting people to huddle close to one another to keep warm, the cold doesn’t seem to bother you even when you’re able to see your own breath. sana might have underestimated the elements this time around, staying closer to you and being more clingy how she normally is with her arm linked with yours while waiting in line for rides or watching tzuyu get a chance at one of the many fair games. 

you and sana both indulged in the activities around the grounds too, winning a small shiba plushie from the ring toss that sana wanted, to winning the horse race by spraying water into the target. there was also a fierce competition of who can shoot the basketball in a contest between you, mina, and jihyo. mina won that challenge surprisingly, since park jihyo doesn’t even know how to shoot a basketball in the first place. 

the group settles in a sea of tables for a food break. you and sana both share a funnel cake plate where sana would be dying of laughter (again) when your nose is riddled with whipped cream, getting a rise out of everyone because of how stupid you looked. you’re not an easy person to lose to, so you scooped a finger of whipped cream before smearing it over sana’s cheek, leaving her completely shocked while it was your turn to laugh at her again while she made an angry pout towards everyone. sana looks over to you again with a soft glance in your eyes, a look of love—and she can’t stop the heat rising in her cheeks the more you indulge in her features, like time slowed down around you two for an eternity.

sana wants to know what you’re keeping from her, to peer into your eyes like she has multiple times before. the chances for her to initiate something that should be second nature to her as a close friend, but there’s something pulling within that’s holding back from doing so. you look out towards the crowd and the group around the table again before tzuyu says that they should do some more stuff before leaving. 

there’s few more fair games played here and there, and maki points out to you at a soccer shootout challenge, and the guy that’s in charge of the attraction calls you forward to step up and try. it was really nothing too difficult, just a penalty shootout but the robot goalkeeper was famous for blocking nearly 99% of everyone’s attempted shots. like the cool individual you were, you treated it like any normal set piece during practices and matches. the group behind you all got low with energy before you started the run up, hitting the ball perfectly into the top corner where the machine goalie couldn’t reach. 

everyone was left in awe while you just simply shrugged your shoulders, the guy in the attraction in disbelief that you managed to get it in, especially on the first try. well, i mean, you are a burgeoning professional soccer player, so maybe it could be a fluke or just pure talent. sana watches you pick out a prize from the top row, which was a huge polar bear. she could see it as your spirit animal, so it was a perfect choice. 

it was almost the end, and most of the rides were on their last call before closing. “we should do this one as our last!” jihyo yells, pointing to one of the biggest rollercoasters the festival had. the format of the kart was weird, the front row was only two people with the rows being three seats a person, and the group that you and sana were with totaled up to eight people. “who wants to take the front row?” maki asks, looking amongst the group. 

“i want to!” sana answers, raising your hand up to volunteer.

“ahhh, about that.” you start. “i think i might just sit this out.” 

“what?!” jeno exclaims, “why?” 

you don’t think twice about it, but you clinch sana’s hand before she could approach jihyo to ask if she wanted to join the front row with her. “it’s my least favorite ride here. i have bad experiences with this roller coaster specifically.” 

sana twists around, noticing her hand being pulled by you. “but you’ll be with me? we’ve gone on a bunch of rides around here already! just one more, please?” 

“guys, really. i’m good, don’t worry about me.” 

“you can take a soccer ball to the face, but won’t get on the rollercoaster ride with the rest of us?” maki asks, rolling your eyes from the question.

you bite the inside of your cheek, trying to ignore the group collectively convincing you to get on for one more ride before going home. looking away wasn’t gonna help and sana pulls your head back down with her hand before she looks at you intensely. 

“alright, for this ride i’ll go with you guys.” 

everyone cheered, and you’re probably regretting agreeing to get on the ride. 

because you hate heights. 

and here you were, on the front row about to get into the ride. no turning back now even when you’re already strapped in. “you look pale.” sana says, looking over to you while you kept your face straight ahead. “oh i’m fine,” you reply. “i just didn’t think you forgot about my thing with high places.” 

“oh, we can ask to get off if you want.”

“no. i’ll stay here. i want to do this.” you cough out, clutching sana’s hand for comfort, clinching tightly while sana looks at the difference in size from her hands to yours. it wasn’t that big, but your hand was slightly larger than hers, perfectly placed as it should belong—where it was meant to be all this time. 

the ride starts forward, jihyo whoops out in excitement while tzuyu cringes next to her. momo was also along the pair in the row behind, with mina, maki, and jeno in the last row while it stars to ascend slightly. your heart is beating by the second, the more the car got close to the top. you’re holding sana’s hand throughout the entire time and before you knew it, it was at the peak before the big drop. 

“sana,” you start, “i just… wanted to let you know about something...” sounding like you were about to die with the amount of hyperventilating you’re doing. sana is left bewildered, stunned at the fact that you’re not even looking up towards the view. she wants to say something, to calm you down, but her words are jumbled to not even speak. “wha–” 

the rest of your words are barely registered in sana’s mind with the added suspension of just literally hanging in the rollercoaster. but sana couldn’t believe that of times and places, you’d address it this way: your feelings for sana. being confessed right out of your mouth. then, gravity and machinery play their role to bring you two back to earth. 

sana is mentally checked out by the time the ride comes back down to the loading dock. you’re still holding her hand when the harnesses are lifted, and you nudge sana to stop her from zoning out while everyone else behind you was already on their way towards the exit. “c’mon, they’re waiting for us at the end of the photo section.” 

at the beginning of this hangout, sana was the one leading. now at the end of it, you’re stepping up to be the one first going forward when you reach the group waiting for you and sana right outside of the ride. the remainder of walking around before getting to the parking lot, sana was just silent when she’s tailing behind you before stopping with the rest of the group.

“i think that was a fun time.” momo says, holding up sullyoon who was a bit sleepy after a long and fun day. “so i guess this means we’re all heading home now?” 

“well, jihyo and i are gonna get some food.” maki says, leaning her head on jeno while he was yawning. “what about you sana?” 

sana looks up, confused, her head spinning trying to think about all of the things that just happened in the span of twenty minutes. she stays quiet for a second, before trying to say—

“i think i’ll have to pass.” you answer for her. “i’m pretty tired as it is, but i can take sana home since we put her bags in my car.” you say, reminding jihyo why it took a bit longer to meet up with the rest of the peeps earlier. 

“okay.” jihyo says, looking over to tzuyu and mina. “i guess we’ll see you guys later?” 

“yeah, just let me know when the next thing happens.” 

goodbyes are being shared, and you’re already putting distance from the rest of the group with sana, walking over to your car as the silence fills up the air when you get inside. sana clicks her seatbelt in, and before you start the car, you look over. “sana.” 

she answers with her eyes landing on you, the same worried look you had when you talked to her about the whole exit trial situation at the cafe, not saying anything still before she hums in response. “you okay?” 

“yeah. i’m good. just tired.” 

you nod, not even putting a piece of mind how much of an idiot you were. sana wants to be mad at you, for keeping something from her that was vitally as important to anything that was happening in her life. that, and the fact that you basically confirmed everything that sana assumed for a little more than over two years. you laid the first move, now it was her turn. what was she gonna do?

after a very short car ride, it was already midnight. sana proposed to get her stuff from the back of your car, but you insisted that it was better for her to get inside and just wait until the next morning to get it. perks of living next door to each other really has some benefits, so sana doesn’t even argue. 

once you reach the porch at sana’s front door to her house, she stops before opening the door, turning to face you under the overhanging light. “there’s something that’s been bothering me.” she says, hands to her side. you’re looking up from the bottom of her steps before walking to match her level. 

“you sound mad.”

“i am.” 

the pin drops in your heart, playing back the many things that you could’ve done to set sana in this mood. “was it something i said?” 

sana nods. and you’re connecting the dots, thinking about the moment back on the rollercoaster. the gears click, “look–i’m sorry—about what i said earlier.” 

“y/n.” sana says, letting any rational second thought out the window. “just, hear what i have to say.” 

sana collects herself before taking in a deep breath, the weight of her heart pouring out while the words are filling your ears. she lets you know how much you mean to her, and even more. sana took a leap a faith, in the hopes that you could understand her feelings. the anxious demeanor you have suddenly washed away, smiling down as sana stutters at your face. 

“sana. i know.” 

“you–”

pulling sana in for a hug, she melts under your grasp, clinging to you for dear life, not wanting for you to leave her space even though that’s the endgame in all of this. so she smiles, where you can’t see, gently holding her face to make her look up to you with wide eyes. “how do you want to go about this?” 

you don’t say anything, leaning down with half-lidded eyes, letting the action speak for itself as sana does the same. nearly filling the space between your faces and lips, before the door abruptly opens. “sana!” her mom says, causing you to push her away slightly to not raise any more suspicion. “oh! y/n, sorry i didn’t know that you were taking sana home.”

“sorry to scare you mama tozaki.” you say,hand behind sana’s back. “we were just talking as always. you know how we are.” sana’s mom hums in response, knowing how good you were for them now as a long time friend. she lets sana know to get inside soon before closing the door to give you and her some privacy. you’re clearing your throat while sana fixes her hair.

“so, i’ll see you soon again?” you ask, sana nods, hiding the pink from her face. “yeah,” sana says, “i’ll text you.”

“cool. i can bring your bags tomorrow, or later.” 

“great. goodnight y/n.” 

“night, sana.”

sana steps into the house and makes way to her room upstairs. she sees through the windward looking out of you walking past her front yard to your house, in good spirits that she finally took her chance and hopes that you’ll do something about it before you leave home for good. 

—

some weeks pass and all of a sudden, sana’s celebrating her birthday in her house. bombarded by her friends, relatives, and anyone that she has made some sort of connection with to send blessings and regards on her special day. 

even after being surprised with a session at the spa to the party back home blowing the candles, she still hasn’t seen you all day which makes her worried that you might’ve forgotten about her despite sending her a lovely birthday text. once everyone cleared out of the house when it was almost sunset times, she answers the doorbell to see you standing there with one of the simplest street fashion outfits with a racer jacket with baggy jeans, holding out a bouquet or roses that makes her gasp at the image.

“sorry for being late, i came to scoop you up.”

“where are we going?” 

“you’ll see. it’s a surprise.” 

that said surprise was a spot on a hill, the cute picnic setup with a bag and basket full of your and sana’s favorite assorted foods and snacks with a wine bottle set next to it. sana was left in amazement with the effort you put into planning to get all of this together. “you planned all of this for me?” 

“i had dex chip in with the idea. but yes, just us together, nowhere else.” 

you’re passing sana some fruits while she’s rambling about how well she’s been treated all throughout the birthday, and lending an ear while you just watch sana have the brightest ever smile that looks best on her. 

it could knock the wind out of you more and more times the second she sets eyes back to you, and you’d get back up every single time because you will. 

sana feels your gaze burning through, the way the curve of your smile tugs across your face, the beauty mark you have on the lower half of your cheek, that one dimple that sana always pokes at when you scrunch your face in annoyance. her head falls a bit, lost in the map of your face when you raise an eyebrow, grabbing her hand to clasp with both when she stops speaking. “i think, it’s best if you know what’s going on with me.” 

sana stops short, undivided attention now on you when you sip the last bits of your wine from the glass. her heart feels like it could stop at any moment, but she’s seen you at your worst in and out of soccer, this was no different. 

“i got a contract offer.” the bombshell announcement that was all but bound to happen. 

“where?”

“it’s overseas,” you reply. pulling your knees closer to your body, feet wiggling through the socks. “this has been everything i ever wanted in my life, but there’s one thing missing.” 

“and that is?” 

“you.”

sana’s left stunned, but also relieved that you can say it more properly this time, and not a few hundred feet up in the air. so she stays quiet, letting you take the first chance of setting your feelings to light.” 

“you’ve been with me every step of the way, and i realized at that time. that you mean a lot to me than i could ever grasp.” sana’s trying everything in power to not let the natural urge of affection take over her, she just needs that push to get it across. 

“i like you, sana. i’m just glad to have you in my life to begin with. and i want to express that in ways that i don’t see myself doing.” 

you hear sana giggle, the sentiment of the moment left in limbo as you put your face in your hands, hiding away from embarrassment, but sana pulls your hands away, looking at you with a wistful stare, one that’s been an oath from the start. she looks hopeful, eyes glittering with a galaxy behind it, and leans closer. 

sana kisses you. your best friend for so many years is kissing you. you want it to happen again and again. the kisses on the cheek aren’t anything compared to this feeling, one that you wished you'd done sooner, but that’s not the worry now. your hand slides up to sana’s face, pace steadying the more feel sana’s perfect, cherry scented lips, not wanting to make this moment end. 

you’re the first to pull away, pulling a needy peck out of you that makes her let out that special giggle that is exclusively for you. “three years.” she mumbles out, brushing her lips against yours, “i’ve been waiting for you to say that.” 

expectant as of sana always, she pecks your cheek when you dip your head away from the blushing you have, before you come back around to meet eyes with sana again. “you have… no idea.” 

“don’t make me worry y/n.” sana says, hugging you now, the feeling of leaving not setting in again for a second, and it sucks. “no matter where you go or who you’re with, i’ll be here for you, always. remember that.” 

“i think we’ll be fine.” you say, thumb rubbing the skin of her cheek while she melts to your touch. “we’ve gone through worse things than this, but we have each other.” 

sana leans her head on your shoulder, looking out to the fading sunset as you wish you had more time for moments like these all over again. 

—

it’s mid january, new years has come and gone, classes are back in session. 

you’re sitting on a bench at the airport terminal, sana’s hand in yours. the last few weeks leading up to this have been an absolute dream that you didn’t want to wake up from. doing everything and anything to spend as much time as possible before being sucked into a different world that will swallow you whole. 

you’re not much of a crier, but you can’t help but giggle at the sound of sana’s–actually, your mom’s sniffles when you and sana share a glance at each other. some conversations that you and sana talk about don’t even need words, since sana already occupied half of your mind. 

“i shouldn’t be feeling nervous, but i am.” you say, sighing out with an uncertainty in your tone.

“hey! that’s not the attitude that we talked about in the car.”

“i know, it’s just—one more thing that i didn’t think it would be possible for me to make this far.” 

sana leans into you, holding tightly to your arm even more than usual, it’s her way of comfort. she holds a hand out, a single pinky–a simple promise that sounds easy, but doing it is the difficult part. “promise me, that we’ll keep the space open for us.” 

“what space?” 

“that you’ll come back to me. no matter if we’re millions of miles apart. or if you’re having the hardest of trials, i want to be the one who hears all of it firsthand.” 

“i wouldn’t want it any other way with you sana.” you say, pinky finding hers, coiling together. “i promise with all of my heart.” 

the announcement of your flight is overhead on the PA system. dex, with his immaculate timing, sees you standing up, that makes sana and your parents do the same thing. you turn back to the three behind, giving a reassuring nod that this was the parting of ways. 

your parents are quick to hug you, fighting back the tears from the very people that have sacrificed everything to give you the chance at the dream you dedicated since you were eight years old for. your dad pats you on the head while your mom literally doesn’t want to let you go, but she does eventually. 

seeing them off, it leaves only sana. in the midst of the people walking past you two in the airport, it was just a bubble surrounding you and her. 

“i guess this is it.” you say hand lingering out for hers while sana stays still. “we were always gonna end like this weren’t we?” 

“y/n, stop.” 

you smile, and sana smiles also. laughing to ease the tension of the occasion, but the tears are welling up in your eyes that makes this a bittersweet feeling to swallow. sana steps forward, sinking into your arms, stumbling a bit, the weight from your backpack nearly tipping your over. you’re catching a whiff of sana’s scent in her hair, to make this feeling in a capsule for you to always keep while you’re away. 

sana looks up at you, leaning down for a kiss, for one last time. you’ll come back around, it’s your end of the agreement. because when you do, you’ll drop everything in your hands in trade for sana in a heartbeat. pulling away, and sana finally breaks a string of sniffles. 

“i love you.” you say. 

“please don’t go.” she bants. “i don’t even know what i’m gonna do when you’re not here, who am i gonna go to annoy about my problems with, and—” 

“sana.” you say again, grinning. a single tear streaming down your cheek. 

“i love you.” sana finally says. she’s said it before, with every weight behind the vowels and constants that carry within the eight letters. it’s so sweet like seeing cherry blossoms, you want to get lost in it over and over. “i’ll see you again soon.” 

pulling away with the last touch of the fingertips, sana waves you off across the terminal. escalator ascending upwards and into the unknown territory of your dream. 

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a/n: hey!!! you're probably wondering why i wanted to rewrite this series in the first place. long story short, i didn't like the direction i took with this idea when i intially started writing. so i wanted to go back and somewhat remix this idea to make it more appealing to my peronal standards :) i hope this version was a lot more to your guys's liking and don't hesitate to give me your thoughts!!

#hyunie #sana x reader #twice x reader

[raainberry]

this picture single handedly got rid of every single lazy particle in my body and is urging me to finish the momo fic ive been cooking I WANT EVERYONE TO LOOK AT HER

#twice momo #hirai momo #the woman that you are #if it works and i drop the fic i want you to picture HER

[raainberry]

UGH the memoriess dude😭

i get misty the moment you’re near

kindergarden teacher!sana x fem!reader (remastered) ; part one ; fluff

summary: it’s normal to get all bittersweet watching the girl you’ve helped raise step into her first day of kindergarten, but is it normal to find her teacher so captivating at first sight? is it normal for her teacher to find you just as cute?

wc: 2.8k

warnings: none!

a/n: rewrite of the series that started it all :P, enjoy!!!

opening the door, you watch your little one unbuckle her seatbelt. the smile on her face is everything to you and more, shining even brighter than the sun even with that missing canine of hers.

she slips herself out of the car and onto the concrete of the parking lot, eager to get out there and into the world (it's a bittersweet moment, watching her grow up before your eyes, tumbling away from your grasp so soon at the ripe age of five). yet, her small gesture of grabbing your pointer and middle finger instead of holding your hand in the traditional way brings a smile to your face. it's a unique quirk of hers, a subtle reminder that she’s still your little girl no matter what.

as you and your niece hana make your way into her elementary school, she’s much better at navigating this foreign territory than you are, leading the way confidently and pulling you with every step. you follow closely behind, admiring her determination and poise, the smile on your face growing with each hall you pass. 

as you approach her classroom, you notice parents bidding their goodbyes and waving to their children inside the cheery, chat-filled room. it's a heartwarming scene, filled with families sending their little ones off to the place that’ll start it all.

when you look down at hana, it seems as if her excitement had been erased in a matter of seconds. she stands there, peering into the classroom door nervously, looking hesitant to even enter.

you crease your brows, looking at her with concern. “is everything okay?”

“y/n,” she begins, almost frowning. “what if no one wants to be my friend?” 

her words catch you off guard, and a look of surprise crosses your face. she avoids your gaze, her eyes fixated on her beige velcro sneakers. you squat down to her eye level, sensing her discomfort.

your features soften. “hana… why would you think that?”

“i don’t know… i’m just scared, i don’t want to be the only one alone.” she says, her frown deepening.

“hana, sweetheart,” you start, holding both her hands in between your palms. “trust me, at least one person will talk to you. even if it isn’t today, someone amazing like you will make a friend, i mean, who wouldn’t want to be your friend? i made a lot of friends when i was your age.” you pause, putting your hands on her shoulders as you make eye contact. 

she looks at you with a slight pout, your heart cracks a bit.

“you and i, we’re alike, your dad and grandma think so too.” you begin, hands moving over to fix the white shirt under her denim overalls. “and be glad that we’re alike.” a mischievous smirk tugs at your lips. “your dad isn’t as cool as me, as us – trust me. be glad you got some of your auntie’s genes, you’ll be the coolest in the room since you’re like me.”

“you sure?” 

“of course i am. one hundred percent, no questions asked.” you assure her, standing up. “now, come on, let’s go inside, your dad said your teacher was nice!” you beam, smiling at the little girl. “now , you lead me, to be honest i’m starting to get a little scared… i might get lost– i mean, this isn’t my classroom.”

hana’s worried expression is replaced by a grin after hearing your last remark, and then she teases you with that cheeky, high-pitched voice of hers, “you’re so silly y/n, you’re old and scared? i thought you said you were the coolest!” 

“hey! i am the coolest! and i'm not old! you should see your dad! so many wrinkles on his head when he snores…”

hana's laughter rings out, her newfound confidence sparked by the playful banter between the two of you. without hesitation, she seizes your hand and practically pulls you into the classroom, her excitement palpable as if she were alice venturing into wonderland.

(they grow up too fast)

as you step into the classroom, a pleasant aroma envelops you, carrying hints of vanilla intermingled with subtle undertones of peaches and pears. the scent isn’t overpowering, you think it’s perfect and adds to the ambiance of the slightly chaotic yet meticulously arranged classroom. in an oddly comforting way, it reminds you of the cozy atmosphere of the café where you work.

as you scan the classroom, you observe children engrossed in various activities—some coloring at their desks, others darting around with more energy than you have after four shots of espresso, and a few kids posing for pictures taken by their parents. 

hana excitedly tugs at your hand, leading you to the vibrant cubbies where students store their completed work and lunchboxes. with a proud grin, she points out the sticker adorning her cubby: a little shark sticker, hammerhead. the sight of the sticker brings a warm smile to your face, knowing how much hana and her dad adore these creatures.

"hana, sweetie, stand next to your cubby. i want to take a picture to show your dad," you suggest, gesturing towards the spot where you'd like her to pose. hana eagerly complies, flashing a wide smile that lights up her face and reveals her adorable gums. her infectious grin brings a smile to your own lips as you swiftly capture the moment with a quick snapshot. without hesitation, you send the picture to the group chat shared with your brother, mom, and dad before taking a little selfie with her yourself.

as you and hana make your way towards the area where the backpacks are hung, your gaze runs wanders around the room, taking in the environment. amidst the flurry of activity, your attention is drawn to a striking woman across the room, her warm smile immediately catching your attention. 

you watch as she interacts with another parent, her friendly demeanor evident as she crouches down to the level of a young boy, pointing to – which you assume – his seat before returning to her full height. a moment later, her eyes meet yours, catching you off guard.

she’s unreal, she’s so unbelievably beautiful.

her flowing dark brown hair cascades gracefully around her, framing her face elegantly. you're struck by the perfection of her nose, it’s perfect. its gentle angle and graceful slope draws your admiration and it surprises you how much you appreciate such a seemingly small detail, but there's an undeniable allure to it, how could a nose be so perfect? was it weird to think that? 

your gaze then drifts downward, drawn to her peach-colored lips, which appear soft and lush and  inviting, and wow, impossibly alluring; in fact, they look really kissable and–

you stop your thoughts there because this is a woman you’ve just seen for the first time, you shouldn’t be thinking this – you can’t be (one part of your brain is telling you to stop, the other continues to daydream in the back of your mind).

her outfit is almost as cute and pretty as she is. the beige cardigan and loose white skirt she has on compliment her slender figure beautifully, emanating effortless grace. the delicate silver necklace sitting on her fair skin catches your eye a little more than small bracelet adorning her wrist and the tiny gold earrings that glint softly in the light.

hana feels your hand loosen up around hers, and then she looks up at you to see you staring across the room at the familiar woman she had met a week ago, ears tinted a shade of light pink. feeling hana's gentle tug on your sleeve, you snap out of your trance and return your attention to her with a soft smile. 

“that’s my teacher, she’s really nice,” hana says, smiling, “last time, she gave me an extra sticker! dad says she reminds him of you.”

“me?”

“he says that she’s… warm like you? no, something about you and her having the same warmth or something,” hana explains, trying to recollect her memory. “i don’t know how people can be warm in the same way, i think dad is just saying things. that doesn’t make any sense, same warmth– oh! he also said the way she talks to me reminds him of you.” hana adds. 

without warning, your niece walks you over to the woman and she smiles at your niece. you try to regain your composure during those few steps taken.

“this is ms. minatozaki.” hana introduces her to you shyly, tugging at your hand. 

"hello, hana. it’s lovely to see you again." the woman greets, gently patting her head. her voice is sweet like honey, soft like a breeze, and the way she speaks is welcoming, easing you immediately. it even makes your cheeks warm up a bit.

her smile nearly knocks you off balance, as if you were a sturdy tree getting hit by a sudden gust of wind. the genuine joy reflected in the curve of her lips as she greeted your niece made your knees go weak. meeting her gaze, you find yourself captivated by her eyes—those big, beautiful, brown eyes. she's a few inches shorter, so her head tilts up ever so slightly, and you struggle to resist falling into another trance as you take in her alluring features up close.

you try to compose yourself as you put your hand out to greet the beautiful woman.

“hello ms, i’m y/n.”

with that voice, gosh, her wonderful voice, she responds, “it’s nice to meet you, y/n.” 

sana is stunned by the woman in front of her, taking a moment to take in your presence. your face is almost intimidating with its sharp features, but there’s those subtle similarities – dimples, faint beauty mark in the corner of your eyes, and akin smile – that you have with hana. she's trying not to swoon over you in the moment, especially since you're in the middle of introducing yourselves, and it would be a bit (very) unprofessional to do that in front of the kids’ mother.

her smaller hand fits perfectly in yours as she shakes it. the world seems to pause for a moment as you realize this beautiful woman is shaking your hand – yours. it feels like you're in a romance drama of some sort with everything seeming to slow down around you. she puts another hand on the outside of yours, welcoming you into her precious workplace with both hands.

hana looks between the two women, a small smile tugging at her lips. she senses the spark that forms from the small interaction, and observes how her aunt's usually stoic and confident facade disappears in that moment.

so much for having the “cool” genes, you seem like putty in hana’s eyes.

you notice that your hands are still connected, her soft skin still touching, ms. minatozaki is still holding your hand. 

in an attempt to hide your nerves, to conceal the fact that you’re still thinking of her smooth skin on yours – you pull away to run a hand through your hair.

(hana sees right through you.)

“well,” you begin, shifting your gaze to your niece as you squat down to meet her eye level. a loose strand of hair that escaped her braided locks is gently tucked behind her ear with your slender finger. placing a thumb on her cheek, you rub it lightly. "i'll let you be off on your own now. go have fun and be good, okay? i'll be here in the afternoon."

the corners of sana's lips curl upwards as she witnesses the tender interaction between you and hana, her smile growing wider at the evident care and love in your voice.

“okay!” hana gives you a toothy grin. you laugh out softly and give her an almost identical grin back, squishing one of her cheeks in between two knuckles. 

in your heart, a faint trace of worry lingers, subtly etching a furrow in your brow despite your smile. you genuinely hope for the best for your niece; she's your only niece, and your deepest desire is for her to simply be happy. 

“if ms. minatozaki says you were being good today, we can go to the cafe and i can make you your favorite hot chocolate, how about that? ms. dahyun also said she made a special croissant for you~”

“please! please! i’ll be good, i promise.” hana almost shouts, practically jumping up and down.

laughing at her enthusiasm, you then respond, “alright, be good to ms. minatozaki lovely, i’ll see you later.” 

the two of you exchange a nice, warm hug, your head burying in the small of her neck and staying there for a few seconds more. after you pull away, you push away her bangs and press one last kiss to her forehead, lingering for a little longer. 

“you’re growing up too fast for me, i don’t know how i’ll catch up.” you mutter under your breath, quiet enough for only you to hear.

you stand back up and watch the little girl run off on her own to an empty desk, so eager to get out there and pick up some coloring pages – she’s already aching to get to work.

“she’s very enthusiastic,” sana begins. you turn her head back to meet her gaze, humming in agreement. “she’s a wonderful little girl from what i’ve observed so far. she’s seriously adorable!” 

“yeah, she’s a curious little girl – very bright.” you agree, “i just hope she doesn’t too much trouble. she’s pretty shy with new people, but she’s very energetic when she warms up and, well- you know how kids are.”

ms. minatozaki giggles and the little scrunch of her nose catches you off guard, prompting a spontaneous laugh to escape your own lips. your neck tingles and there’s a flutter in your stomach, the moment overwhelms you, and you find yourself smiling and giggling along with her, your ears undoubtedly turning a shade of pink that you don't even bother to acknowledge in the moment. 

there’s really nothing else you can acknowledge other than the wonderful woman in front of you, all attention deserves to be on her, especially when she’s so lovely to the eyes and her voice is like a gentle melody with each word uttered.

“i’ll be going now ms-”

“it’s sana, you can call me sana.” she cuts you off, “i mean, you’re not my student.” she adds, giggling again.

"definitely not," you quip, savoring the opportunity to keep the banter light and the laughter flowing. the thought of stalling this moment, making her smile and witnessing the way her face lights up with each shared joke makes your heart warm. you want to joke and joke forever if it means hearing and seeing her like this.

sana watches you adjust your dark brown jacket, a little cue that you have to depart soon (much to her dismay).

a hue of pink dusts her cheeks as you flash that charming smile of yours, she probably won’t get over the sight or the feeling she gets when you do so – ever. 

you seem entirely unaware of the effect you have on her, she mentally punches herself for feeling a flutter in her chest over – who she assumes is – her student's mother. the young teacher wonders how she'll manage to get through the year if she finds herself encountering you more often.

“well,” you check your watch, “ i have to get going now. please let me know if anything happens with hana.”

sana nods. “of course, i’ll make sure hana has a great day.” 

as you and sana exchange sweet smiles once more, a familiar warmth spreads through the two of you as you say your last goodbyes.

before heading out the door, you wave to your niece again, both of you grinning sweetly at each other. you also sneak one last glance at your niece's beautiful teacher before you head out and navigate your way back to the car.

leaving the building, the sun seemed to shine a little brighter, and there was a new warmth in your chest knowing that hana is in the caring hands of such a beautiful, sweet, and charming teacher: ms. minatozaki.

as you get into the car, you lean back into the seat and sigh, closing your eyes like a stupid idiot in love (that’s what you are, honestly).

you were definitely going to convince your brother to let you take hana to school more often, and even pick her up regularly too. it works pretty well with your schedule anyway, considering how flexible it is.

and little did you know, sana would secretly hope to see you more often as well. the image of you, your captivating smile, and the memory of your sweet tone of voice would linger in her mind throughout the entire school day.

#miinatozakiii #sana x reader #twice x reader

[raainberry]

can the sana hc come out first? 🤭

ill do my best but i cant promise anything🫡

[raainberry]

berryyyyyyyyyyyyyy

any upcoming fics? •_•

well yes actually i have a few for momo, mina and jihyo. headcanon for sana too. all at various stages of completion tho i have no idea which will come out first💀