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jihyocentric · 2 months

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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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jihyocentric · 2 months

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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 :)

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.

#self indulgent #nayeon #jihyo #dahyun #tzuyu #nahyo #datzu #but only a little bit #sfw #non rq

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