#lesserafim kazuha x reader

[ssivinee]

「 Cara Mia 」

n. kazuha x aespa ! f reader ✎𓂃 You and Kazuha dated for a while, but the pressure and fanwars got to her, which led to the split. A year or so later, the two of you are put in unforeseeable circumstances which has you guys stuck and working together... as MCs.

word count ! 2.2 k

requested ! anon: Hiiii can i request an idol x idol kazuha and reader so its like they we're exes but they have to be a host for music bank then like do you know that tiktok sound "oh i hate that man i hate that man but oh cara mia i love her" but if you don't know this is the tiktok example link!!! https://vt.tiktok.com/ZShN36TN2/

When Kazuha first got a letter from KBS during a meeting with the Lesserafim team, she didn’t expect much to come from it. She expected the mail to be for some other member who had a stronger Korean fanbase. So when their manager read the paper, you could likely imagine the shock she felt. 

When the entire group sat in one of Hybe’s meeting rooms, everyone sat down and lay back in their chairs. “Apparently, Music Bank is looking for a temporary MC since Minju and Sangmin have overseas schedules next week.���

At first, the four older girls turned to Eunchae, knowing that she would love to go back. The maknae’s face lit up, but turned into a frown when their manager shook their head. “They want someone new. It helps them scout for new possible MC combinations in the future.”

“Did they ask who they wanted this time?” Chaewon asked, hoping that if they picked her, she would work with a friend.

“Kazuha-ssi.”

Zuha sat up, surprised, pointing at herself wide-eyed while she looked at her members. Sure, she had improved in her Korean skills, and she found herself funny, but after her first time being MC about a year ago, she believed that it would take longer for another opportunity.

This got Kazuha to where she was right now, sitting in the waiting room as a makeup artist applying some eyeshadow with a brush that feathered on top of her eyelid. She felt her hands clamming up, the sweat making them slightly slippery as she patted them down on her pants.

The Japanese woman wasn’t sure who her partner was, but she was about to find out while the stylist was doing her hair. When the makeup artist had finished, Zuha had been able to open her eyes, feeling the short and soft tugs on her hair as she felt the heat of the flat iron.

Her eyes roamed around the table, trying to find the script that lay on the other end of the table. “Can someone please pass over the cards?” She asked politely as her manager does just that. “You’ll be up in twenty, so put on your dress soon,” Kazuha listened to her, nodding, as she read over the script, when her heart sank at the sight of the name.

Y/n.

Kazuha mentally rolled her eyes since she couldn’t move in her seat, but she was thinking how she was the unluckiest person in the world. Yet before she could think deeper about it, the stylist had already dragged her to the rack of dresses, where they opted for a white, off-the-shoulder dress.

The stylist had said that her beauty looked much more pure and angelic this way. Kazuha then put on the simple heels, a bit confused as to why she had to wear a tall pair instead of something comfortable. 

But once she entered the set where interviews take place, it answered her question. Kazuha had forgotten that you were a bit shorter than she was, causing you to wear heeled shoes around her often.

She takes in your presence, eyes skimming you up and down. You wore an off-the-shoulder dress as well, but in the color black. The length was similar to the one she wore, but your dress flowed outward a bit more, and had mesh sleeves that covered your arms.

It looked like a white and black swan on stage together, especially with Kazuha’s hair being wavy while yours was styled pin straight. Where she saw a glow that surrounded you under the bright-white studio lights, while a makeup artist of your own touched up the subtle blush on the apples of your face.

The use of dark eyeshadow around your eyes emphasized the intimidating stare you were known for.  You had this grungy look that many fans went crazy for, and Kazuha despised how attractive you looked in her eyes.

She couldn’t have imagined that this was going to be the first interaction you’d have ever since that night Zuha had ended everything. 

It was a week after the second weekend of Coachella 2024, and Lesserafim had been going through much emotional distress. You remember the day so vividly, sitting in the dorm with the three members, wanting to be some solace for her.

Your girlfriend, at the time, had been pacing in her room as you sat on her bed with worry written all over your face. It wasn’t clear if seeing her at this moment was a good idea—your fandoms were pretty much at war this whole time, and it broke your heart to see her this way.

The usually calm, collected ballerina looked overwhelmed. Dark circles under her eyes, red scleras from all the crying, and her usually-perfect hair disheveled, she just looked like a wreck.

“I mean, it was disappointing, but it always feels like we did something criminal,” she says, exasperated with her hands clasped together behind her head. Trying to reason with her, you caress her shoulder, “It comes with the job, baby.”

“It’s always your fans, though!” She said with frustration, pointing an accusing finger at you.

Now your face went from concerned to a bit irritated, “That isn’t really something I can control, Zuha.” Kazuha looked confused, likely thinking of so many things, yet you couldn’t possibly believe that she was putting some of the blame on you.

“You think this is all easy for me, too?” She heard how baffled you sounded, and couldn’t even look you straight in the eyes.

“That’s not what I meant-”

“But that’s what you're insinuating.”

She realizes the mistake she made, but Zuha does not want to admit her wrongdoings. Which was pretty rare for her—she wasn’t one to be petty unless it came to you.

The interaction left Kazuha with a bad taste in her mouth, which had her breaking up with you through text. All the while, you were always the type of person who easily detached from scenarios like that. So while Kazuha had this lingering hatred for you, you just lived your life as usual.

Even if you were that way, no one could say you didn’t try to make it work. Both her members answered the door when you visited after the breakup, where you evidently looked depressed. For a week straight, you did your best to make it work, showing that you weren’t going to give up on her.

But it got to a point where you validated your feelings more and knew your worth, so you left her alone, rather than looking like you were trying to harass her.

“Are you ready?” The cameraman asked politely, causing Kazuha to snap out of her thoughts. She nods with a friendly smile on her face, trying her best to adjust to her normal self again.

She caught a glimpse of you in her peripheral vision, seeing how you kept your eyes on the script. How you practiced in an energetic voice multiple times to sound as natural as possible.

The camera then gives you a small cue from behind the large camera, signaling that they were now live, and the two of you have soft grins on your faces. Kazuha does her best to mask any feelings she can as she goes, “Welcome to a special Music Bank with us as your MCs!”

“I’m AESPA Y/n,” you say, then look at her, and Kazuha bows slightly, “and I’m Lesserafim’s Kazuha.”

“Today we have a packed lineup.”

“That’s right, Kazuha-ssi. Today, we have stages from groups like MEOVV, I-DLE, RIIZE, Seventeen, and many more to come.” You tell the viewer, and the live audience is cheering.

Kazuha reads the script, dreading the interaction with you, and quickly asks, “Can I ask who you're looking forward to seeing?”

“Personally, I’ve been obsessed with ‘Hands Up,’ by MEOVV,” you announce and do the hand gestures of the chorus. Zuha tried her best to stop herself from rolling her eyes—yet you catch the tiniest sigh that peeks through. “How about you, Zuha-ssi?”

She faintly flinches at the nickname, not expecting it, especially since it wasn’t part of the script. “Hm~,” Kazuha acts as if she’s thinking, trying to gather herself. “I’m personally really excited to see Seventeen sunbaenim.” Kazuha does the hand gestures for the ‘THUNDER’ chorus, which has her hands stretched over her head, lifting up her dress slightly from your view. You quickly tug it down a bit, just enough to keep her image safe without interrupting.

While she felt your fingertips brush against her thigh, she felt her face burn up at the sweet gesture.

‘You were always such a gentlewoman,’ Zuha thought. She may have disliked you at the moment, but she wasn’t going to deny how much of a green flag you were.

She knew well in her heart that admitting that contradicted everything she had thought. Yet that’s what happens when you let your pride and ego get in the way, mixed with the pressures of being a Kpop idol.

“What an elegant version of the dance, Zuha-ssi. Wasn’t expecting anything less from you,” that's when her eyes go wide at the hushed tone of your voice, fans squealing at her reaction from the crowd.

Now that definitely wasn’t part of the script.

She shouldn’t have expected anything less from you, though. As you continued your lines, Kazuha’s mind drifted off to how professional you were acting, given the circumstances you were both in at the moment.

It almost pissed her off that you weren’t heartbroken in the ways she thought.

She knew how you detached easily, and although she expected it, there was an inkling in Kazuha’s heart that wanted you to look sad when first seeing her again. Like how Yunjin and Chaewon explained it, the few days after your breakup.

“See you all soon!” That brings Zuha back to reality, waving her hand as you did to the camera. She looks over at you, expecting you to say something after the ‘stunt’ you pulled, but she was surprised when you turned your back to her and walked off set to talk to a staff member.

Gosh, she could only think of how she wanted this day to be over with if this was how the interviews were going to turn out.

Well, in spite of her worries, the shooting of every group interview went as smoothly as it could. There were times when she was caught off guard by your improv, but she had learned to naturally flow with it. This gave the interactions some character that felt much more genuine to the fans, who then began to swoon over the two of you together.

It was then Seventeen’s turn. You two had given them the chance to introduce themselves, and since Kazuha had previously danced with MEOVV, it was your turn to be taught the choreography by Hoshi.

As he stepped forward, you handed Kazuha the mic and followed every instruction he had given. With the main dancer he is, Hoshi was particular in how he described every move, which helped you catch on easily.

“First, cover your face with both hands in a vertical line. Then interlace your fingers as if you're stretching them out towards the front and lean slightly more right, following with a pop. Then lift your hands in the same position more to the right above your head, then pop again,” He explained, then followed with the quick arm movements which you followed to a tee.

So when everyone cues for the music to begin, the camera focuses on you and Hoshi as Kazuha stands behind, beside the Seventeen members. She watched how your arm flexed during each move, and how you hit every bounce and arm move sharply.

Almost feeling the heat rising within her, she swallows while looking at how your muscles move as your hair flows with your movement. ‘I’m not the strongest soldier,’ she thinks to herself and hides her face while finally being able to roll her eyes without being in the camera's view.

As you finish, you and Hoshi bow at each other. Finally making proper eye contact with Kazuha that morning, you see the flush on her cheeks, which enables a smirk on your face.

She looks away quickly, finishing up the interview, and all the members say bye as they walk off, giving their label mate more attention since they knew each other. Before the two of you could exit and touch up for the awarding on stage, Kazuha stops you by grabbing your wrist while off the set.

You stare at her, confused, looking behind her to check that the crowd was no longer in view to see whatever was about to go down.

“What was all that?”

“All what?” You asked, bewildered as she huffed, “All the improv you were doing! Almost fifty percent of what you said wasn’t in the script!”

It was your turn to sigh, raking your long hair back with your fingers, something Kazuha loved to see you do as it was a simple action that made your muscles flex easily over your head. She could kiss or slap you right then and there, the urge to do either or, killed her slowly.

“I don’t see the issue. You went well with it after a while, and the fans loved it,” you say it in an obvious tone, and Kazuha groans in frustration.

“I literally hate you,” she mutters, only loud enough for you to hear, when you give a smirk and walk away slowly.

“Keep telling yourself that, babe.”

You left Kazuha standing there, stunned, at the pet name—she couldn’t even think of what to do next. How was she going to deal with you for the next ten minutes on stage?

Because you surely weren’t going to make it easy for her.

"I don't know whether to love or hate you right now," she finally mumbles to herself, while leaning her head back in misery.

[bambisnc]

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. . to figure why this plays out again and again

### . STARRING ⌢ n.kz ⋆ angst + 0.6k // uneditted + mentions of a bf + friend!zuha is possessive asf ˖ ✧

🗨️ .. ⌞ XOXO ⌝ 1/5 btw + [m.list]

honestly, to nakamura kazuha, it’s him who’s always been the problem. 

your boyfriend.

who just so happens to be the current reason behind you showing up outside her place, hair sticking to the sides of your flushed face, eyes swollen and eyeliner smudged. 

looking like the prettiest mess she’s ever seen.

but this is nothing new. really, it’s almost a routine at this point; she never even asks questions. years of being your best friend have taught her otherwise. 

kazuha leads you straight to her bathroom, warm water readied with a fragrant bath bomb she knows you find comforting. a pair of her own, slightly oversized clothes wait for you inside too. and she doesn’t even have to check to know that her freezer is stocked with your favorite ice cream.

...

as she waits for you, she can’t help but let her thoughts wander. 

obviously, this isn’t one of those reverse isekai mangas you’re always ranting to her about. she knows that.

(kazuha doesn’t think she even wants that, to be fair. for some stranger to inhibit your body and try to woo her. anyone with your physical appearance could possibly make her defenses weaken, she’d mused another random evening.

but she wouldn’t fall for them. she’d be too busy being yours to ever even think about falling for anyone new, of course.)

... but this is real life. 

and in real life, it’s not as simple. 

as if it could ever be.

she hates it. hates the oh so obvious heart eyes you give to your newest fling, hates the way you devote yourself completely to them. it makes her physically grimace the way you excitedly spend your time making them cute little gifts, getting all prettied up for a random loser who she knows could never treat you as good as she could.

none of them ever really last, though. she makes sure of that.

you're hers, after all. plus the type of guys you seem to have a penchant for all seem to have one thing in common - fragile egos. you're so obviously out of their league that one single, casual mention of you being a tad bit more interested in some other guy and they go running.

worse come to worst, she'd just approach you with a worried tone and hesitant gestures and tell you how your boyfriend was acting .. really weird towards her. and you, the innocent soul that you are, fall hook line and sinker for her words every single time. a little white lie never hurt anyone, though, yeah?

...

her thoughts are interrupted when you walk to where she'd been sitting and sit right next to her. naturally, your darling friend waits no time in wrapping you up in her embrace, shushing when you start to feebly mumble out some words of gratitude.

kazuha hates to see you like this, she wants nothing more than to be able to whisk you far away from the cause behind this. she would do anything for you, get you your own personal fairytale if you just so much as said the word.

but you fixedly remain ever so oblivious to her feelings.

so she’ll do what is asked of her. she'll play the role of the supportive friend for as long as you need. she’ll be there to comfort you; press you closer into her, completely uncaring of the way your rapidly falling tears drench her shoulder. 

she knows she's perfect for you, she just needs to stick it out long enough for you to see it too.

𐙚 . regulars : none yet! ⋆

  [@bambisnc] 2k24

[eunsky]

Synopsis— you confessed to your long time crush getting rejected and heartbroken and swore to never have a crush and date anyone.

Kazuha started to noticed the little feelings she had for you staring to bloom.

Pairings— popular girl!Kazuha X f!reader

STATUS- Started!!😍

Tags— popular girl X kinda loser reader,She fell first,She fell harder

Ft.— Lesserafims, ive Yujin,Liz and wonyoung,Itzy Yuna,StayC Isa, nmixx haewon

Updates— honestly whenever I feel like but mostly Saturdays and Sundays.

DISCLAIMER— cursing,jealousy,1yr age gap, kinda wonyoung x reader,failed attempt at crack … more to be added ?

Profiles— popular kids, losers club

01 — Done with love shit

02 — Stop existing

03 — flowers and chocolates

04 — Taking what’s mine😏

05 — !!

More to be added…

[modanisgf]

1. SUNSHINE (WRITTEN)

your hatred for wonbin was growing by the minute as you waited for him to show up, he was supposed to come with you to the campus cafè before your class but he hadn’t responded to your texts in ten minutes.

you even told your server that another person was coming, so he sat you down at a table for two making you look even more stupid. fortunately, wonbin finally made his way into the cafè an exasperated expression on his face as he sat down.

“holy shit y/n i’m so sorry— i just went through hell.” wonbin says.

“what happened?" you ask, confused at his different behavior.

“sohee tried to rob me again.” wonbin says.

“what, did he try to take your guitar?” you ask, to which he gives you an incredulous look.

“no? he tried to take my deadpool funk pop.” wonbin says, you waited for him to say he was joking but he kept a straight face the entire time.

“seriously, you made me look like an idiot over a deadpook funk pop? you could’ve just went through his room later for it.” you say, sighing.

“it’s limited edition y/n.” wonbin deadpans, taking a sip of his coffee that you ordered him.

“yeah anyways..” you trail off, attempting to change the topic. the two of you conversed about school for almost the rest of the hangout, even planning a study session.

though there was one thing that was weird, you felt like someone had their eyes on you two as you spoke.

“wonbin, do you feel that?” you ask in a whisper tone.

“huh?” he asks.

“nothing.” you say, momentarily you just brushed it off choosing to ignore the feeling.

however you were given a new feeling when a new server came to your table, her bright smile blinding you.

“hello! i just wanted to know if you guys are doing alright.” the girl who you soon figured was named kazuha, says.

“hi, we’re good.” wonbin replies for you both, gritting his teeth at the way you stared at the poor girl.

“okay, have a good day!” kazuha says kindly, making her leave.

“hello..? what was that?” wonbin says, waving his hand around in your face.

“huh?”

“why did you stare at that girl like that? she probably thinks your a weirdo.” wonbin says.

to be completely honest, you weren’t sure either the realization hitting you way after. rolling your eyes at wonbin, you get up from your seat finally ready to leave.

“it’s fine, i’m sure she didn’t notice right? maybe..” you say, truly you knew she noticed but you wanted to keep positive.

wonbin just gives you a weird look before insisting you both leave, “let’s just go, we have class in ten.”

“did you really have to remind me..” you groan.

wonbin just sighs, tugging you by your sleeve, “your fault for chosing a 10am class!”

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[sprenthecreator]

IMPURITIES EP. 3 | The Poison

Male reader x Kazuha

word count: 11.8k

tags: teasing (a lot), brat zuha with daddy kink is always the best zuha

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Thank goodness the tour was over, and you hadn't died in the process.

To your surprise, all the girls behaved like civilized and responsible people during the remaining weeks. Even Kazuha, who sometimes took it upon herself to give you headaches, had stayed out of the way and hadn't caused any problems with her typical bratish behavior. Eunchae was almost never a thorn in your side; she was an angel 90% of the time. But you were still grateful that she hadn't let the other 10% win.

On the other hand, Chaewon had paid you occasional visits at night to sleep with you, without causing a fuss or being too annoying. Yunjin was very much in her element; she had spent all those days training her vocal skills and composing songs in her room. The one who was arguably giving you the hardest time was, ironically, the oldest of the five. Sakura wasn't lying when she said you'd won over a hungry Yokai, as she made you come to her room at least every other day so you could fuck her in every possible hole. Sometimes you weren't very willing, whether due to mental exhaustion or stress, but you preferred that to letting her become unbearable.

When you returned to Korea, the air was relieved knowing that everyone would be able to get a break. The next comeback cycle was approaching, but you would have two and a half weeks of vacation before then. Neither you nor the girls had travel plans during that time, so you were going to continue living together in the house for a while.

Because yes, you lived together in one house.

During the first year, it wasn't like that. They lived in their usual dorm, and you lived in your apartment ten minutes away. But starting at a certain point in 2023, when Antifragile had already been a global success, the company decided to invest in a big house on the outskirts of the city for the six of you to live there. The explanation had been that this would streamline the work process and cut logistics costs. Although you felt there were loopholes in that excuse.

The girls weren't entirely happy at first, and to be honest, neither were you. Just like you, they valued the privacy of a shared dormitory all to themselves, and by now living with you, they thought they'd be watched at all times. But luckily for them, you weren't a snitch or a weirdo. The solution you implemented was simple: the first floor for you, and the second for them. On your floor, you'd have everything you needed, and if you needed to go upstairs, you'd do so with full notice. That ended up convincing them.

A year later, complaints about daily living were few and far between. They argued more often with each other than they did with you. That wasn't your problem anymore, so you didn't interfere; you simply listened to the shouting from the comfort of your floor. Occasionally, you had to intervene from the stairs to get them to shut up, but generally speaking, you were comfortable living together.

Now, having to cook for five people was a real pain, but you were lucky that Yunjin loved cooking, and she often helped you when she wasn't busy with her own things. Waking them up was also a pain sometimes, since you couldn't get into their rooms using the traditional method. No, you had to blow up Chaewon's phone with calls, and often the idiot left it on vibrate, in which case you had to turn to Sakura to do the job.

But despite the problems, you could safely say that the best time of your life had begun thanks to that, and it had been the sowing of a harvest of memories of all kinds that you treasured in your heart. There was no way you would regret it. Not for a single second.

Even less so recently, when your relationship with three of the girls had taken on a completely new dimension that promised interesting things.

None of them had commented on it, but you knew what they were thinking. The tension was palpable. It was only a matter of time before you received something. Whether it was a visit to your room, a photo, a message, a glance. Anything. And you weren't crazy to think that: days ago, when you were still in the US, Chaewon had let you know that you would receive clues. That you shouldn't expect them to come directly and ask you explicitly and that you should also do your part. You didn't entirely know how you would do that, but in time your mind would open up.

That was another thing. You still weren't entirely sure how to feel about being... whatever you were to them now. It felt wrong. You certainly weren't a prude, and you were crazy about women—especially those women. But it didn't quite feel right. Maybe it was just a matter of time before you got used to it, and you honestly hoped so, because if you dared to waste this opportunity life had handed you on a silver platter, you'd never forgive yourself.

Still, it was a situation that had to be handled with caution, because it was extremely easy for it to spiral out of control. Whether it was due to unrespected boundaries or worse: unintentionally generated feelings. You were very careful about that, of course. But you couldn't control how any of the girls felt, and that made you anxious.

Chaewon was the one you were most careful with, because to be honest, you felt a lot of chemistry with her. A little too much, maybe. And consequently, your treatment of her was... slightly different. Not too different to avoid raising suspicions, but you cut short every little intimate moment you two had after fucking with the classic excuse that you had work to do.

Although if you thought about it, you'd already let her sleep with you more than once during the tour, and a couple of times you weren't even intimate...

You were going to play dumb, yeah.

Yunjin had been the first to desecrate—as far as you knew—the roof you lived under, just a day after you'd settled back there after arriving in Korea. It happened at night, when, after she'd showered and while the other girls were sleeping, she caught you watching Breaking Bad at two in the morning in the living room, wrapped in only a stupidly short towel that barely covered anything.

Aside from that, neither Chaewon nor Sakura made a move. But not for any specific reason; most likely they just didn't feel like it. They continued to behave normally.

But Kazuha was acting strange.

Spending so much time with her over the past year helped you notice the unusual patterns of behavior. Something didn't add up. Mostly, it was small details that led you to think that. Ways of greeting you in the morning, discreet glances for no apparent reason, sudden mood swings when you interacted with her, and even leaving out of nowhere while you were all chatting together. As if being around you made her nervous.

She knew something, you were sure.

They were girls, and they spent a lot of time together, so surely one of the three had told her about their experiences with you. Everything pointed to Sakura, since she was the one she spent the most time with during those days. That was dangerous. If Chaewon or Yunjin had told her, you knew they would have been subtle about it, not sharing too much information or details. But Kura was a different breed. That girl didn't mince words, and you feared she'd have given Kazuha a wealth of details about what you and her were up to. That included how you fucked, where, when, and you were sure she'd even given her details about how big your...

Yeah, bad business. Not only because she knew, which was already a problem. But because you feared retaliation.

Kazuha might have seemed like a chill, carefree girl, with a typical joking attitude. But behind that innocent mask, you knew she was hiding a malevolent being with a meticulous way of acting. She was just the kind of woman who could tell you the best joke in the world and two hours later sell you out to some drug cartel in exchange for an Overwatch skin. A somewhat exaggerated analogy, but one that fit perfectly with her deceitful nature.

Time soon proved you right.

That day you woke up early in the morning, as usual. Sunlight was beginning to bathe the interior patio, forcing you to open your eyes since it was right in front of you behind the glass wall. After rubbing your eyes and gathering your willpower, you got up from the sofa bed you were sleeping on and walked, with the cold wooden floor beneath your feet, to the bathroom to brush your face and brush your teeth.

After finishing your basic personal hygiene routine, you left the bathroom and turned up the air conditioning since you were freezing. Then you walked to the other side of the house. In the kitchen, you went to the far right of the counter behind the island and turned on the espresso machine to let it warm up. While waiting, you sat in a chair at the dining table to quickly check your email and social media once you were sure you didn't have anything important to do.

That time of day was your favorite. Peaceful. Silent. With nothing but the distant sound of birds perching in the nearby trees. In your profession, those moments were to be cherished for how rare they were, and you let absolutely nothing disturb you during them. Not while any of the brats...

Movement to your left, just at the bottom of the stairs.

"Good morning, manager-nim," Zuha said, passing behind you to go to the refrigerator. You followed her with your eyes, your brow furrowed in confusion but also in disbelief. She was wearing only a white T-shirt that barely covered her bottom, and she was barefoot.

"What the hell are you doing up at this hour, Nakamura?" was the first thing that escaped your mouth. "Especially you."

"What time is it?" Zuha asked, her hand on the refrigerator handle. You weren't surprised at how beautiful she still looked without makeup and just waking up.

"7 in the morning."

"Oh, my biological clock must have gotten messed up," she shrugged and opened the refrigerator door, disappearing behind it. Seconds later, she closed it, a small carton of strawberry milk in her other hand. "You don't mind a little morning company, do you?"

Your gaze fell as Kazuha leaned against the refrigerator and put one leg in front of the other, pressing her thighs together and barely revealing her crotch. You quickly looked away.

"I don't care," you admitted, shaking your head. You looked back down at your phone, but a few seconds later, you looked back at her. "Are you just going to stand there or what?"

"Does it bother you?"

You inhaled a deep breath and let it out with your eyes closed.

"No, Kazuha, it doesn't bother me."

"Great."

The ten minutes you usually let the espresso machine heat up had already passed, so you stood up and went to check if it was ready. Once you confirmed it, the next step was to grind the coffee beans, but you kept them in a cupboard right above the refrigerator. You made a move to get it, but Kazuha was in the way.

"Oh, do you need anything?" Zuha asked, sipping the strawberry milk carton through the straw.

"Yes, the coffee beans," you pointed. "Please move aside."

"I'll get it for you! Hold this for a second."

Zuha held the small carton against your chest for you to take and looked up at the cupboard, then stood on her tiptoes, raising her arms, and, consequently, pushing her shirt up enough so you could clearly see her ass and cheeky black panties.

"These here?" Zuha asked, taking the bag. She didn't seem to notice you were staring at her beautiful rear end, and if she did, she didn't care in the least.

"Uh... yeah."

Zuha took them and stood back on her heels. She then took the milk carton from you and handed you the coffee beans. Her expression indicated that she was completely pretending that what happened a second ago hadn't happened. The air inside the house was cold, it was impossible for her not to have noticed.

It was foul play, and at your distinct disadvantage, since you couldn't do the same.

"Thanks," you simply said, and tried to focus on your damn espresso, which was all you'd wanted since you woke up.

As you ground approximately 15 grams of coffee, Zuha disappeared from your peripheral vision. You heard her take steps behind you, and all you heard were her sipping on the straw. It was the typical moment when a lion played dumb seconds before snapping its jaws at its prey.

After grinding the coffee, you picked up the portafilter, washed it, and dried it thoroughly with a dry cloth before adding the ground coffee. Then you picked up the tamper and applied gentle pressure to level the coffee inside the filter. Finally, you prepared to slide the portafilter into the machine.

"Manager-nim, why is Chaewonie sleeping with you lately?" Zuha asked from behind you.

The question caught you off guard, and since your brain wasn't prepared to handle both tasks at the same time, you dropped the portafilter, creating a mess of ground coffee on the counter and the floor beneath your feet.

"Fucking shit!" you cursed, slamming the counter so hard that the side of your fist ached.

"Oh my god! I'm sorry!" Zuha said. Her shock didn't seem to be faked.

"It’s okay, it wasn't your fault."

Yes, it was. But you weren't going to tell her that.

With your teeth clenched in anger, you went to the left, toward the small utility room where you kept the cleaning supplies.

"Let me help you!" Zuha said, hopping off the counter she was sitting on just as you turned the doorknob.

Zuha reached you, and with her back to you, squeezed into the narrow space between you and the door. As she did so, she deliberately pushed her hips back and rubbed her ass against your bulge to enter the room. You froze, staring into space as she grabbed a dustpan and broom.

"Zuha, you don't need to..."

"Bullshit!" Zuha interrupted you, repeating the same process, only this time she stood still for a moment while her ass pressed against your bulge. She looked at you over her shoulder. "Let me help you, grump!"

Zuha stepped away and went to sweep up the coffee grounds you'd dropped, leaving you in a state of horniness that you suppressed as much as possible. But she played another damn trick. For some reason, she found it necessary to bend over to pick up who knows what damn thing from the floor, consequently giving you a glimpse of her panties, specifically, her slit from behind. She stayed in that position for a few seconds, making sure you saw as much of her cameltoe as possible before standing up.

"Nakamura, what the fuck are you doing?" you asked, feeling your cock harden beneath your boxers. You hid it with your left fist, gripping your forearm with your other hand.

"Huh?" Zuha turned to you, wiping the counter with a kitchen towel. "Helping you. Can't you see or what?"

"That's not what I meant."

"Then I have no idea what you're talking about, manager-nim," Zuha shook her head, shrugging.

Damn brat. Why the hell was she doing that? It was now certain that she knew everything. But why tease you like that? Was she resentful in some way? Or did she just like to play with her prey like cats do? It could very well have been a mix of both, which made it twice as terrifying since you didn't know how far she was going to take it before actually dropping the bombshell.

A damn mouse being stalked by a snake. Great.

"Forget it," you sighed, and went to help her with the mess you'd made because of her.

About five minutes later, the floor and counter were as clean as ever. Kazuha carried the broom and dustpan back to the utility room and came back with you as you repeated the same process with the coffee beans, her lower back resting on the edge of the counter to your left. Her gaze was attentive to everything you did, like a curious cat.

"Are you going to learn how to make espresso for the girls or what?" you asked as you started the extraction.

"No, it's just fun to watch," Zuha replied. "It's... relaxing."

"Sure," you nodded, looking up at her as you dusted off your hands. "Are you going to tell me the real reason you got up at this hour, or will you keep me guessing all day?"

"I already told you: my biological clock must have been messed up. I don't know."

You chuckled.

"If I hadn't known you for three years, maybe I'd believe you, Nakamura."

"Are you calling me a liar?" Kazuha raised her eyebrows.

"Yes."

"That's very rude of you, manager-nim," she crossed her arms and pouted. "But I think you're being a bit hypocritical."

"Oh yeah? And why?"

"Remember when I asked you in Chicago why Chaewonie hadn't woken up in her bed, and you told me it was because she had plans with Kura that night?" Zuha pushed back from the counter and faced you, staring into your eyes. "Guess what? Kura-chan said Chaewonie never went to her room that night. Who lied to me?"

Shit. She'd put you between a rock and a hard place. Kura was a damn snitch.

"She must have been playing a trick on you or something," you replied. "I'm pretty sure I saw them together that night."

"Hypocrite," Zuha snapped.

"I'm not lying to you, Nakamura."

"You are," Zuha took a step forward without taking her eyes off you, entering your personal bubble. "And the more you do it, the deeper you dig your own grave."

"Kazuha, I swear I don't know what you're talking about. She was..."

"You're fucking her too, manager-nim?" Zuha blurted out, leaving you hanging. "I know you did it with Sakura. She told me everything. So..." she closed the distance between your bodies, pressing hers against your side and her thigh against your crotch. Her shirt lifted again, and you caught a glimpse of her left buttock. "Are you going to tell me the truth, or are you going to make this more complicated for yourself?"

It took a tremendous amount of willpower not to touch her, as her toned body felt way too good against yours. Her hot breath against your neck didn't help either.

"So what if I did?" you asked, trying your best not to look at her as Kazuha rubbed her thigh between your legs. "Are you going to tell PD Nim everything or something?"

"No way. I'm not a snitch," Zuha retorted. "Come on, stop being a damn liar and speak."

As much as you wanted to, her damn thigh was being a severe distraction, keeping your thoughts from organizing. Kazuha knew it, and that's why, apart from her thigh, she reached down to grab your already hard cock and gently squeezed it to short-circuit you.

"Did the cat eat her tongue, manager-nim?" Zuha murmured near your ear, tightening her fingers around the outline of your cock through your sweatpants.

"Shit," you gasped, closing your eyes as you pressed your lips together. "Nakamura, stop playing..."

"I'm not playing," Zuha retorted, reaching inside your sweatpants and boxers for your cock. "You wish I was playing."

How easy it would be to lose your temper, grab her by the waist, and fuck her from behind against one of those countertops. For God's sake, you were going to go crazy.

"Yes, Nakamura, I fucked Chaewon," you managed to say, but very quietly as Kazuha massaged your cock beneath her fingers.

"Excuse me?" Zuha brought her ear to your mouth, then pulled your cock out of your sweatpants and masturbated you with her five fingers at a pace that felt too good. "I don't think I heard you quite right."

You brought your hands to your head and let it fall back, feeling all your sanity drain from your body. The situation reminded you of when Chaewon and Yunjin forced information out of you at the hotel pool in New York. Same damn helplessness.

"You're a damn..." you trailed off as she moved her wrist faster.

"What did you say?" Zuha tilted her head, and before continuing her handjob, she spat a decent amount of saliva into her hand.

"F-for God's sake! Fine! I fucked Chaewon!" you finally managed to spit out loud and clear enough for her to hear.

Kazuha then stopped abruptly. Something inside you told you that you should have expected that given how everything had played out, but you still groaned in frustration. She quickly took a couple of steps back, knowing that in the midst of desperation you could try something.

"Good to know, then," was all she said, her lips curled into a damned smirk at having gotten her way. "I think I'll go back to bed, manager-nim. Sleep hit me again."

"You fucking..."

"I'll see you later!" Kazuha said, and upon reaching the other side of the kitchen island, she turned her back to you and took off her shirt, revealing her magnificent, perfect ass and completely bare back as she walked toward the stairs, her T-shirt crumpled in a line that covered her small tits.

When Zuha came back up, she left you there alone, cock out and horny as hell. You had no choice but to finish the job she'd started, using the saliva she'd left on your shaft to do it.

And well, it was the best jerk-off of your life. Why deny it?

After cumming and cleaning up the embarrassing mess you'd made, you finally settled down to drink your damn espresso, with the damned uncertainty of not knowing what the hell Kazuha wanted from you. She'd already gotten what she wanted, and you suspected it was nothing more than a green light to act without any qualms. A position that only harmed you, of course.

For the next two days, you and her didn't talk much, but that was exactly what she wanted, since she knew your attention was going to be on her anyway. Kazuha wandered around the house, usually without pants or wearing clothes that were too tight and without a bra. Like any intelligent person, you tried not to pay too much attention to her, but she had her ways of making sure you always saw her, like walking right past you while you were using your laptop or bending over in ways that forced you to lift your head.

It was a damn torment you weren't sure how long you could endure, and that Kazuha could prolong as long as she wanted until you were begging for pussy. Maybe that was what she wanted after all: for you to lose all dignity and get on your knees before her and act like a pathetic, desperate dog. You were better than that, luckily.

That day was Friday night. Chaewon, Kura, and Eunchae had recently gone out to dinner, and it was just Yunjin, who was locked in her room, you, and Kazuha, whom you hadn't heard from all day. In Chaewon's words, she was spending the whole day to herself, and they had decided to leave her alone and not bother her.

Which meant you were certain no one was going to bother you. By the time you lay down on your sofa bed, you'd already eaten dinner and taken a shower, and were snuggled up under your blanket, reading a book with ambient noise in your AirPods to help you focus.

A while passed, and you were completely immersed in your reading, already feeling relaxed and ready to sleep in a couple of hours.

Until you felt a couple of taps on your right shoulder that nearly made your heart leap out of your body. The shock was such that your book fell into your lap.

"...Sorry!" was what you managed to hear. Taking out your AirPods, you looked over your shoulder to find Kazuha standing behind you, dressed in a tight black tracksuit consisting of tiny shorts and a sports bra under which she was wearing nothing. She was all sweaty, her hair tied in a high bun. It was probably the hottest thing she had ever looked.

"This better be important, Nakamura," you gasped, feeling like your heart was going to jump out of your chest from how fast it was beating.

"Did I scare you that much?"

You didn't even respond, just stared at her, lips set in a line and eyes expressionless.

"Okay, okay, sorry. Well, I came to ask for your help with something."

Kazuha was breathing a little ragged; she'd probably just finished training a little while ago.

"I was going to sleep in a bit."

"It'll be quick! I promise!" She clasped her hands together in a pleading gesture. "I just need you to help me with my stretches."

You let out a deep breath. This wasn't going to end well for you, you were sure of it. It was the perfect excuse for her to tease you even more. The option of refusing was growing stronger inside you, but fuck... what a damn sexy body. Tight in every corner and glistening with sweat. It wasn't fair at all.

"Okay, Nakamura," you nodded with a sigh, swishing your feet off the couch to slide them into your Crocs. "But hurry up. I'm already sleepy."

"Hai!" Zuha nodded, and ran to find a yoga mat she'd left nearby to spread it out in the space between the carpet and the glass wall that led to the inner patio. "Just stand behind me, okay?"

"Behind... you?" You wrinkled your brow, taking hesitant steps to stand on the mat with her.

Kazuha was the one who turned around so her back was to you. Your gaze inevitably dropped to her ass, and then quickly back to her when she looked over her shoulder at you.

"Hey, focus," Zuha chided you.

You raised your hands and shrugged.

Zuha looked straight ahead again, and took a couple of small steps back to be as close to you as possible, her ass rubbing against your crotch. Then, she opened her feet to the sides and bent fully forward to plant her hands against the mat, stretching her back. But it also gave you a prime view of that beautiful ass you were tempted to grab.

"Put your hand on the center of my back and push down, manager-nim," Zuha said. "I hope you don't mind the sweat."

You didn't mind in the slightest. Not when it came to her. To be completely honest, you could perfectly well lick every drop without objection.

Carefully, you placed the palm of your hand above Kazuha's lower waist and pressed down. Kazuha let out a low, almost inaudible moan and proceeded to stretch out on both sides, touching her toes with her fingers. A couple of seconds later, she straightened and turned around. You were so close that her body heat spread to you.

"Hold still," Kazuha said, taking a couple of steps back before bending forward again, this time keeping her back in a straight line before holding onto your waist. Her face was dangerously close to your bulge. "Do the same to my back."

You weren't sure it was necessary; she seemed to be doing all the work herself. But you didn't hesitate, placing your hand in the same position as a moment ago to apply gentle pressure. Kazuha groaned again, and you were petrified when she craned her neck slightly and pressed the tip of her nose against your bulge.

"Nakamura..." you said under your breath, but she didn't seem to hear you.

Kazuha craned her neck a little further and pressed her mouth against it before standing up again, an amused look on her face.

"Are you finished?" you asked with a glimmer of hope, feeling yourself starting to get hard.

"Almost there," Zuha replied, turning her back to you again to kneel on the mat. "Come on, behind me. Above my heels."

You sighed and obeyed, kneeling with her heels below your crotch, which was essentially rubbing against her ass. Kazuha must have sensed how hard you were, because you managed to catch a hint of a smile on her face.

"You'll do the same to my back," Zuha said, before bending her upper torso down, arms stretched out in front of her, head between them. Her ass looked delicious again under your eyes, round and firm as it was raised. Besides, the tiny shorts made part of her asscheeks peek out. If only you could pull those damn shorts down and...

With your eyes closed so as not to lose control, you placed your hand where Kazuha indicated. But this time, just to treat yourself, you pushed your hips forward a little and pressed your hard bulge fully against her ass. Kazuha moaned under her breath as she discreetly pressed her ass against you as well. She wasn't even stretching properly anymore; she only cared about whatever you were doing at the moment.

"Wah," she sighed, finally sitting back on her heels a few seconds later. "That feels so good."

"Are we done?" you asked, looking away with your hands in your lap. You had no idea why you were covering your boner if you'd already made her feel it on purpose, but you did it anyway.

"No, but all that's missing are my legs," Zuha replied. "And that's the most important thing."

"Of course it is," you said, tired.

Kazuha gestured for you to move to the side. As you did, she lay back on the mat facing you, her arms tucked into her body and her legs together. Then, she brought up a bent leg and grabbed the top of her calf to press it against her torso.

"You know what to do, right?" Kazuha asked, peeking out from behind her knee to look at you.

"You're assuming I know more than I actually do," you replied, kneeling beside her.

"Just press my thigh as far toward me as you can. It's easy."

"What if I hurt you?"

"You're not going to hurt me, silly. Come here."

You could have done that perfectly well from where you were, but Kazuha patted the opposite thigh. She wanted you to sit there, probably because it was the closest your crotches could be to each other. A meticulously malevolent being, you weren't wrong about that.

Cursing under your breath, you went and straddled her where she'd said, pressing her thigh toward her body with both of your hands. Aside from the cold sweat, her flesh felt firm beneath your fingers, the product of years and years of her ballerina training and now her workouts.

"Mmm, I think there might be a better angle for this," Kazuha murmured, and writhed beneath you to lower her position, consequently pressing your crotches together. Only then did you realize her pussy was poking through the fabric of her shorts, and your painfully hard bulge was rubbing against it.

"Fuck, Nakamura," you gasped, your fingers circling the back of her thigh. "Is this really necessary?"

"You agreed to help me, didn't you?" Zuha asked, glancing at your privates rubbing against each other.

"Yes, but..."

"Then don't complain. Now for the other leg."

You let go of her thigh so she could stretch out her leg and you could straddle her. She then brought her other leg up, and you held her thigh towards her body. The torturous process was the same. Now your cock was throbbing, and you didn't know where to look to hide your embarrassment.

"Having fun, huh?" Zuha ventured, and you knew what she meant without even looking at her.

"I think we have different concepts of what having fun is, Nakamura," you replied.

"You're wrong. It's the same for both of us. You're just more closed-minded about it than I am."

You chuckled. What a damn nerve she had, saying that.

Before you could respond, Kazuha lifted her hips and deliberately began grinding against your bulge. She even made you release her thigh so she could get better range of motion. Her crotch then began massaging your cock up and down, making you gasp.

"This is your concept of fun?" you asked, looking into her eyes.

"I don't know... you like it?" Zuha tilted her head and looked down at your bulge. She bit her lip. "No, you definitely like it. That's a silly question."

It was about to happen, you were sure of it. There was no way out. And since there wasn't, you finally dared to take a step forward.

Somewhat hesitantly, you placed your hand on Zuha's toned abdomen, then slowly lowered it until your thumb was touching her pussy. Zuha smiled, biting the tip of her tongue, and moaned when you circled near what you knew was her clit.

But just when you thought she was reaching out to return the favor, she put her hand on your abdomen and pushed you back with unexpected force. You fell onto your ass as she pulled away.

"You've got to be kidding me..." you said through gritted teeth, feeling the anger grow up within you.

"Thank you for your help, manager-nim," Zuha said, standing up. Her mischievous smile made your blood boil. "I know you must be very sleepy, so I'll let you go to bed."

"You're fucking despicable," you said as she picked up the mat, pulling it out from under you.

"And what are you gonna do about it?" Zuha raised her eyebrows, rolling up the mat. You didn't respond. "Yeah, I thought so."

Zuha then tucked the rolled-up mat under her arm and blew you a kiss before heading back the way she came, leaving you once again with a painful boner under your shorts and horny as hell. You cursed under your breath. It was partly your damn fault, for not having the balls to take charge of the situation. But what could you do? It was just common sense, since your position didn't give you the freedom to do whatever you wanted. Caution, you called it.

But your reasons for caution were running out, as was your patience. It was clear she wanted you to do something, and she wouldn't be like the other three girls, who would make their wishes clear from the start. No, Zuha wanted you to take the initiative, and she was poking you with a stick like a sleeping animal, just to see how long you could hold out until you swallowed your pride and gave in to your anger.

You had already swallowed your pride when you touched her a few moments ago. Now it only remained to see how much further your patience threshold could extend until you exploded, and that wouldn't be far.

That night you slept bitterly, not even wanting to masturbate to appease how horny you were. You would save yourself for her, for when the time came.

The next day passed peacefully. The girls had arrived from dinner in the early hours; you knew this since they woke you from your sleep just to notify you. They slept until 2 p.m., and later everyone—except for Eunchae, who went to visit her parents—was getting ready downstairs to party.

"Kim Chaewon, don't you dare turn off your phone," you warned, walking beside her as you escorted them out. Sakura, Yunjin, and Kazuha went ahead. "Keep me up to date as much as you can. I get anxious when you all go out."

Chaewon stopped and took your hand, careful not to let the others notice. That made you look at her.

"I promise to keep you updated, sweetheart," she said softly, taking a step toward you that immediately made you nervous. Her eyes landed on yours. "Stop worrying so much and trust me."

All the anxiety and worries subsided with that. A strange sense of relief washed over you through her sweet tone of voice and sparkling eyes. Hell fucking no. If you started having feelings for that girl, you were screwed.

But instead of drawing a line and making your position clear, you squeezed her hand in gratitude and gave her a small smirk. It felt good to do so, so you didn't regret it. At least not yet.

"Fine, sorry," you nodded, letting go of her hand. "What time are you planning on coming back?"

"Around 2 am," Chaewon replied. "Depends on how quickly we get in. I don't think it'll be long."

"Take care, then."

Chaewon glanced quickly at the girls, and when she confirmed they weren't looking, she stood on her tiptoes to give you a small kiss on the cheek before joining the others. The spot where her kiss fell felt warm, and now you had the emotional tide against you for not having been quick enough to avoid it.

You quickly said goodbye to the girls and followed them with your eyes as they left the house. But Zuha stopped suddenly and looked at them with a hand on her stomach and a furrowed forehead. On pure instinct, you took a couple of steps forward, worried.

"Huh? What's wrong?" Kura asked.

"Cramps," Kazuha replied, slouching slightly. "I think I need to go to the bathroom."

"Oh, we'll wait for you then."

"No, no," Zuha shook her head, putting one foot back inside the house. "I know this won't stop for a while. Go without me."

"Are you sure? You've been saying all day you needed a drink."

"I'd rather have my stomach healthy than a drink."

Kura pouted.

"As you wish," Kura took her hand in a rather motherly manner. "I'll call you later to check on you, okay?" Then she looked at you. "Manager-nim, make her some chamomile tea, will you?"

"Sure," you nodded.

Kazuha hugged the girls goodbye and closed the door herself. You stood there in the hall, waiting for her to turn to you.

"Do you need anything else?" you asked her as she walked toward you with a pained expression. "I'll make you the chamomile right away."

"I'm fine," Zuha replied, passing by you. "I just need that and rest. Thank you."

Zuha hurried up the stairs to the second floor, and you went straight to the kitchen to prepare her chamomile. Minutes later, the water was boiling, ready to put the sachet in. You would leave it for about ten minutes to let the flavor settle. While you waited, you decided to text her.

The minutes passed, and there was no response from her. You didn't find it strange; she was probably feeling really bad and had her phone away. It was best not to pressure her.

When enough time had passed, you took out the chamomile sachet and threw it in the trash. Then, you went to the fridge to find a lemon and cut it in half, to add a small splash of juice to your tea. Finally, you poured the tea into a porcelain cup and added sugar, not too much so as not to overpower the chamomile and lemon. The smell made you want to take a sip yourself.

You were about to take the cup to her when you received a message. It was her, and you almost slipped on the first few steps. There was a damn tap-to-see photo.

If you had dropped your jaw any further, you probably would have opened a hole in the floor. The photo was of her in a hot, skimpy lingerie set that you couldn't figure out how she managed to put on so quickly. It consisted mostly of interconnecting black velvet straps that ran all over her naked body, forming a triangle above her navel, from which two straps branched off on either side to connect with those that ran down to the sky-blue lace bows she had around each thigh, while the third went up to connect with the straps that circled the outline of her small tits to form a choker around her neck. The panties also consisted solely of straps, which highlighted her beautiful, perfectly shaved pussy. The icing on the cake were the lace details here and there: under her breasts, on her shoulders, the bows that encircled her thighs, and a small piece between the square formed by the straps over her pussy.

Very hot, yes. The boner had been instant. But you were overlooking something very important: that damn slut had fooled you all.

You hurriedly left the cup of chamomile tea in the kitchen and then ran to the second floor. Up there, you moved with long, impetuous strides, breathing like a rabid bull. When you reached the room Kazuha and Chaewon shared, you flung open the door and entered like an unstoppable force of nature, slamming it shut. The mythomaniac princess was on her own bed, face down, her back to the door. From there, the view of her naked ass was perfect.

Hearing you enter, Kazuha looked over her shoulder at you. She raised her calves to cross her feet and block your view of her pussy.

"I'm so fucking tired of you," you said, taking slow steps toward the bed.

"Yeah, but does this lingerie look cute  on me or nah?" Zuha asked.

That was it. You couldn't take it anymore.

Almost without thinking, you took off the sweater you were wearing and threw it on the floor, striding toward the bed. Kazuha rolled over and positioned herself on her back, just in time for you to pounce on her and crash your lips against hers.

Kazuha moaned as she received your kiss, immediately wrapping her arms around your neck and her strong legs around your torso. She arched her back, pressing your bodies together and giving you the space to slide your hands underneath. You ran your hands up and down her back, feeling every muscle beneath your fingertips. Then you moved down to her thighs, pressed on either side of your waist, squeezing and rubbing them with the palms of your hands, careful not to damage the lace of the bows.

"Mmm, you took a while," Kazuha moaned against your lips, and reached between your bodies to grasp your cock through your sweatpants and knead it. She quickly got you hard. "You even made me use my last weapon."

"Last weapon? You've been running away from me all these damn days, what the fuck did you expect me to do?" You snapped, as Kazuha pulled down your sweatpants and boxers a little, freeing your hard cock.

"Have I really been running away, manager-nim?" Zuha asked between kisses. Her fingers wrapped around your shaft, rubbing it slowly. "Or is it that you just didn't have the balls to tame me this whole time?"

Oh, so that's where it was going, huh? Good.

"You're a fucking insufferable slut," you murmured, testing the waters.

"Mmm, yes," Zuha moaned, and moved her hand faster on your cock. "Tell me that again."

"I said two things. Which one? You're more of one than the other."

"Oh come on, stop playing around, manager-nim," Zuha gasped. She really wanted you to repeat it.

"You wish I was playing around, Nakamura."

You pulled away from Kazuha's lips and went straight down to her small breasts. Kazuha inevitably had to let go of your cock to place her hands between your neck and jaw, moaning as you took one of her nipples into your mouth and licked it with the tip of your tongue. There you sucked until her mound was covered in saliva, then moved on to the next. And after attending to each breast, you decided to indulge in a kissing spree all over Kazuha's upper body: collarbone, shoulders, arms, and finally her abdomen.

Kazuha gently gripped your hair as you ran your tongue down her stomach and placed wet kisses around her navel, your hands resting on her thighs. From there, you moved down to her lower abdomen, and then to the point where the straps and lace blocked the path to her pubis. You had to lower your body further to be between her legs, but not to eat her pussy, that would have been what she wanted. Instead, you opened her legs and took them behind her knees to kiss the inside of her thighs, teasing her with a touch of her pussy but always staying mere millimeters away.

"Is this fucking revenge or what?" Zuha asked with a whimper, still even though you didn't have her so tightly in her grasp. She was right where she wanted to be. "Do you think I don't deserve to have my pussy eaten?"

"No. You don't deserve it," you replied flatly, happy just to kiss and feel her soft skin and firm muscles against your lips.

"I only got you horny twice!" she protested, as if it was nothing. "You could have done something about it, but you didn't have the balls."

"You better shut up, walking microwave," you warned, standing up to remove your sweatpants and boxers. "Don't make this any harder for yourself."

"Or what? You'll just stand there and watch me have my way again?" Zuha chuckled, but the smile faded when you spat on your cock and took the tip into her pussy. "Oh wait! Fuck!" she moaned.

Her pussy was as tight as you imagined, but it didn't take much effort to fill her stifling walls with every inch of your shaft. It felt so stupidly heavenly that you rolled your eyes with a moan.

"You've been playing with yourself today, huh?" you asked, your hands pressing her thighs back, noticing how easily your cock slid in and out of her.

"Maybe," Zuha managed to reply between soft moans. She brought a finger to her mouth and nibbled on the tip as she watched you slowly fuck her.

"You knew your plan would work out perfectly, and you prepared for when I couldn't hold it in anymore. Fucking slut."

Without realizing it you'd repeated the word, and it quickly sank into Kazuha's body. She arched her back a few inches off the mattress and placed her hand between her breasts, sliding it down her abdomen to her pussy, rubbing circles over her clit. But you were quick to grab her wrist and pull it away, bringing both hands above her head to pin them to the mattress.

"I didn't say you could do that, did I?" You raised your eyebrows, looking down at her since her face was right under yours.

At that moment, a spark seemed to ignite in Kazuha's eyes, which softened and lost the arrogance of a few minutes ago.

"You're right, daddy," Zuha purred. "You never said I could touch myself."

Well, great. Not only was it enough for Chaewon to use that little word with you, but now Kazuha would also join the club. You weren't going to complain tho. It was simpler and more fun to accept the role with open arms.

"That's a good girl," you gasped, and with both hands holding her wrists against the bed, you began to fuck her like you'd been wanting to do all these days. Hard, and rough. Above all, rough. Seeking to release all that pent-up frustration she had sown in you.

Zuha's moans began to flow freely through the room, in perfect harmony with the sound of your gradually faster thrusts. She kept her legs wide open for you, and offered no resistance to your grip on her wrists in a show of pure submission. Too bad you didn't have handcuffs handy.

Zuha begged for a kiss with her gaze, which jumped from your eyes to your lips. To please her, you flexed your arms and lowered your body, meeting her cute, parted lips. The angle now forced you to move your hips slower, but at the same time, you were hitting spots in her pussy you hadn't previously reached, causing her to stifle whimpers against your lips.

"Yes daddy," Zuha moaned. "I fucking love that, keep it up please!"

Zuha pursed her lips, closed her eyes, and arched her back, her tits now brushing against your chest. She was close to her orgasm; you could tell by the way she made a show of closing her thighs around your torso and by the way her moans faded to give way to heavy gasps. You would have allowed it with Chaewon, but you weren't going to be so forgiving with her after she'd made your life miserable for so many days. So just when she thought she was about to cum, you released her wrists and pulled out of her.

"Daddy, no!" Zuha protested. Her eyes filled with tears. "No, please! Let me cu-"

Her protests fell short of nothing when you knelt to her left, grabbed the back of her neck, and guided your cock into her mouth. Kazuha took it with a whimper, but hollowed her cheeks as she pumped her head and sucked on your cock.

"I decide when you can cum," you said, brushing her hair behind her ears and then tying it back into a ponytail with your left hand. "Is that clear?"

Zuha looked up at you as she pumped halfway into your cock and nodded. You let her do the work at first, just to give your lower body a rest, and she was doing an excellent job with her mouth and tongue. She took you out for short periods of time to lick your tip and kiss your shaft all over, trying to please you enough to soften you up. It almost worked. But before she could continue, you made her stop so you could take control and fuck her mouth.

"Be a good girl and take all that cock for daddy," you panted as you pushed a few more inches into her mouth. It didn't fit all of it: you soon ran into the natural barrier that made her gag. But it was more than enough. "Oh fuck yes."

With one hand in Zuha's makeshift ponytail and the other on the right side of her neck, you began pumping your hips back and forth at a steady pace, getting faster as the seconds ticked by. You could tell Zuha wasn't used to that sort of thing, but she was enjoying it despite her gag reflex triggering over and over again and making a mess of her own saliva.

Soon your thrusts became aggressive and frantic, causing the pool of saliva building up inside Zuha's mouth to soak your cock and spill in thick drops onto her small tits. Zuha didn't bother asking for a break, whether out of pride or to show you she was a good girl. Either way, you gave her a hard time when you pushed her head down onto the base of your cock. She gripped your thighs out of inertia, closing her eyes as you nuzzled your tip into her throat. A few seconds later, you were forced to pull out when Zuha started coughing.

"Now it's not so fun leaving me hanging, huh?" you asked, letting go of her hair and neck. Zuha's head fell and bounced against the mattress as she coughed.

"If I hadn't, you wouldn't be like this right now," Zuha gasped, coughing again. Then she grabbed your cock and moved her hand over it slowly, not caring that it would get drenched in the thick layer of saliva covering your shaft. "It's perfect."

You pulled out of her and went back between her legs to lie on your stomach, wrap your arms around her thighs, and finally plant your mouth on her pussy. Zuha arched her back and sighed in relief, as if she'd been wanting it for a long time—which she probably had. The case wasn't much different for you: tasting that delicious meat dish went straight to your deepest fantasies, repressed by what you thought was the harsh reality of never being able to achieve it. But now you couldn't be anything but grateful for the twists of fate, because her folds were so soft and delicious that in a normal situation it would have taken an entire construction crew to pry you away.

"I thought I didn't deserve you eating my pussy," Zuha said, stroking your hair.

"Let's just say you've done enough to earn it," you replied, and proceeded to go up to her clit.

"Also to cum?" she asked, but you didn't respond.

Following the canons established by your past fantasies about her, you ate her pussy as if it were the last chance you'd ever have. A little over a minute passed when, in the same characteristic pattern, Zuha was about to cum. You continued as if you knew nothing, with a relentless emphasis on her clit. You took her to the very limit.

Close...

Close...

Until you rose up to leave her pussy and let her orgasm hang.

"Oh my god, no!" Zuha whimpered, desperately trying to grab you and return you to her pussy, but you slipped away. "Please daddy, no!"

"I said you deserved me to eat your pussy," you said, grabbing her left leg behind the knee to push it back and insert two fingers into her pussy. Zuha whimpered. "I never said anything about cumming."

"And how do you expect me not to cum if you do that?" Zuha asked, as you began pumping your fingers in and out of her.

"That's your problem, not mine."

"But-!" Zuha bit out a protest as your fingers sped up. She had to take a moment to gather her words. "But daddy, I'm so close! I can't hold it!"

"Yes you can, and you'll be able to," you threatened, your left hand fingers digging into the back of her thigh. Your fingers were fucking her wet pussy fast. "So don't you fucking dare cum until I tell you to."

"But I want to cum!" Zuha whimpered, her hands clutching the sheet. Tears pooled in her eyes again, and one trickled down her cheek. "Please!!"

"Stop whining like a brat and hold it!" you snorted.

Another tear or two trickled down Zuha's cheeks as she looked everywhere but down. She brought a hand to her mouth to stifle her screams, and bit down on that same hand when it balled into a fist. Her breathing, on the other hand, showed how desperate she was, as her chest rose and fell like a bellows about to burst. It was admirable, to be honest. In her position, you wouldn't have lasted two seconds.

"Please!!" Zuha insisted, now truly crying because of the way her lower lip trembled.

"A little more..." you said under your breath, staring at her. Your wrist was starting to tire. "Hold on... Now cum, slut."

Zuha exploded with such force that she tore the sheets off their edges and let out a scream so loud you were sure it could have been heard on the street at that time of night. Her violent orgasm was accompanied by a pleasant surprise: an intense jet of squirt that you let out freely as you pulled your fingers out of her, soaking her buttocks, the sheets, and part of your knee.

"What a good girl," you praised her, watching her thighs tremble. "You made a whole damn mess tho."

Zuha looked at you with tear-filled eyes, arms open at her sides. She hadn't bothered to wipe her cheeks. Her buttocks and thighs were soaked with drops of squirt.

"Keep fucking me, daddy, please," she said in a small voice, bringing two fingers to her pussy, rubbing them a few times between her folds, and then bringing them to her mouth to suck on her own fluids. "I can handle it like the good girl I am."

"Let's put that to the test then. Turn around."

Zuha rolled over and onto her stomach. Her sweet spot, that firm, round ass, was now entirely at your disposal. You placed your hands underneath her and made her raise her hips. She got the message and spread her knees to the sides, lifted her ass, and arched her back, leaving only her chest and hands against the mattress. It was the perfect backshot position, and the damn lingerie still intact only made it much better.

Without wasting time, you grabbed your cock and drove it into her pussy, in a single smooth motion that made you both moan in unison. Her pussy walls embraced your cock from all directions, squeezing it hard and warming her up. Zuha, with her head resting on her crossed arms, looked over her shoulder and locked eyes with you. Then you, with your hands on her waist, began to fuck her.

Going slow at first was something you did on purpose, mainly to feel every possible texture of her pussy in detail, but also to admire the view of her perfect raised ass with a cock constantly disappearing between her butt cheeks. But that soon became insufficient for you. So you made a sudden change of gear.

"Mmmgh, does my pussy feel good when you fuck it like that, daddy?" Zuha whimpered, now being pounded and jolted by your thrusts.

"It must feel better for you, right?" you asked through gritted teeth, and you slapped her left butt cheek before squeezing it. "This is what you've been wanting for days."

"Oh, you have no idea," Zuha replied with a sigh. "I haven't been able to stop imagining how well that cock could fill me up ever since Kura-chan told me everything."

"That damn snitch," you grumbled.

"Thanks to that damn snitch, you're fucking me hard from behind like a whore, don't forget that. Mmmgh!!"

You gripped her waist with your fingers tightly gripped and your pelvis collided with her ass with hard slaps. Zuha opened her arms from under her head and extended them to the sides, elbows bent, to crumple the sheets between her fingers. She understood that she no longer had any restrictions on cumming, and she did so after a few brief seconds.

But you felt in perfect shape to continue, nowhere near cumming even though your engine was revving at full power and she looked that hot. 

Zuha squealed in despair as you continued your thrusts through her orgasm. Now you had one hand on her bare, muscular back, and seconds later you reached up to grab a handful of her long, black hair and pull her head back. She came again after a few seconds, and the spasms forced her to drop her hips back onto the mattress. Your cock inevitably slipped out of her pussy.

"Do you need a break?" you asked, slipping out of character a little since she looked exhausted.

"I appreciate your concern, but no," Zuha replied, bringing her legs together so her buttocks squeezed against each other. "I said I could take it. So don't be so kind to me, daddy."

"Well, if you insist..."

You straddled her thighs and guided your cock between her buttocks, rubbing it between them before returning to her pussy. As you went back inside her, you leaned forward to lie flat on top of her, grabbing her chin to turn her head and kiss her. Zuha moaned against your lips as you fucked her with slow, deep strokes.

After kissing her for some long seconds, you braced your hands against the mattress and lifted yourself up to move harder, thrusting up and down. Zuha dropped her head and let the right side of her face rest against the mattress.

"Oh, daddy, you're filling me up so good," Zuha moaned, glancing at you. She reached out and found a pillow to hold onto. "I can't wait to feel all that hot, sticky load inside me..."

"Can you stand up?" you asked between gasps. "There's a particular way I'd like to do it."

"I think I know what you mean," Zuha nodded. "Let's do whatever you want, daddy."

You immediately pulled off her and helped her stand up off the bed. Her wobbly legs made you hesitate about whether it was a good idea or not, but she didn't seem close to giving in to them. And instead of complaining, Zuha did her iconic Antifragile leg lift as soon as you stood between the beds, only instead of lowering it back again, she rested it against your left shoulder and let her calf fall behind your back.

"Oh... my... god," you said to yourself, amazed not only by Zuha's flexibility, but also by the stamina she had in her support leg and how hot her pussy looked.

"Is this what you had in mind, daddy?" Zuha asked, one hand on your chest and the other resting against the wall for balance.

"Oh, that's perfect," you nodded, placing your hand on her thigh to rub up and down while the other rubbed her abs. "Are you sure you can hold yourself like this?"

"I can," she agreed. "But you'd better hurry or my legs might give out on me."

Without needing to say anything else, you grabbed your cock and guided it back inside her. The sensation was completely different now: it was tighter inside her, much tighter. It was like putting your cock between two damn hydraulic presses that threatened to crush it. And god, it felt fucking delicious. If you thought your climax was still far off before, you had to reconsider that now, because as soon as you started fucking her in that position, your body entered a state of ecstasy you'd rarely felt in your life, as if all your blood was flowing faster to give you a surge of energy.

For Zuha it felt just as good, or at least that's how it seemed from the way she moaned louder than she had a moment ago and dug her natural nails into your abdomen. Her legs didn't seem close to giving way, but it got really tough for her when she came again, and her supporting leg wobbled. You held onto the leg she had draped over you as tightly as you could, keeping her from falling to the floor. In the process the lace bow on her thigh loosened, but the straps were intact.

Zuha's solution was as simple as it was perfect: she sacrificed the balance the wall gave her to press herself against her own leg and clung to your neck with her arms, so that her head was next to her knee and your faces were inches from each other. Of course, you kissed her, concentrating entirely on how good her pussy felt amidst such hard, fast thrusts.

After a moment, you entered the downward spiral. One thrust after another against that tight pussy with every inch of your shaft, Zuha's moans against your lips, your bodies now sweaty. It all resulted in the most mind-melting and electrifying orgasm you'd experienced to date.

"Oh my fucking god!" you moaned, shooting spurt after spurt of thick cum into that tight Japanese ballerina pussy.

"Oh daddy that feels so good," Zuha sighed, letting her head fall back. Her fingers gripped the back of your neck. "Actually I think I'm going to... Mmmgh!!"

Zuha went through her own sensual orgasm as you emptied your balls inside her and felt her muscles and pussy contract. You kissed her long, luscious neck, still moaning to yourself until your climax subsided. Then you stayed like that for a while, balls deep inside her and holding her close to catch your breath.

"You came a lot, daddy..." Zuha whispered in your ear. "You've been saving yourself for me, haven't you? That's adorable..."

"I'd rather not answer, Nakamura," you replied, placing more kisses on her neck and jawline. "All I know is that you're so fucking hot."

Zuha pulled you in for another kiss, this time slower and more passionate, and gave you a gentle push back to ease you out of her. You both looked down to see your cum spilling onto the carpeted floor beneath your feet.

"You know this floor is a fucking pain to clean, right?" you asked.

"It's not like you clean it regularly," Zuha retorted.

"And neither do you."

"Yeah anyway," Zuha looked up and met your gaze. "Will you sleep with me for a while, daddy?"

"Just a little while," you nodded. "Do you want me to help you take all that stuff off?"

"Oh yeah, please," she sighed. "Putting it on was a pain in the ass."

"No surprise there."

Zuha pulled away from you and sat on the edge of her bed. You helped her remove the entire piece of lingerie, being careful not to pinch her with the straps. It wasn't until Zuha was completely naked that she lay down on the bed, facing the wall, with her back to you. And as soon as you lay down next to her, she pushed her ass back to be your little spoon. The mattress didn't have a sheet, as she'd pulled it out from the edges while you were fucking her, and it was all wrinkled in one corner, so you could snuggle up comfortably to close your eyes.

But you couldn't afford to get too comfortable and sleep too much. Zuha still had a lie to maintain, and if Chaewon caught you there, it was going to be a huge mess for her. So you never really got to sleep.

After a couple of hours, you woke Zuha up, and together you set about making the bed and cleaning as much as you could. By the time the girls returned, everything was in perfect natural order: Zuha asleep in her bed in comfy clothes, and you lying on your couch.

No one ever suspected a thing.

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[kwilquib]

Party of Three

Kazuha (🦢) X Sakura (🌸) X Reader (📖)

Word Count: 2.7k

A/N: Prompt for @suchsweetstories. Thanks for hosting!

The air hangs heavy, fragrant with warm skin and breathed liquor. Each breath shivers with a chorus of whimpers and muffled groans, until even the hush between sounds feels taut with pleasure.

Kazuha is the trembling center—back arched in a perfect curve. You pin her arms behind her, hips driving forward with relentless rhythm, keeping her weight tilted to meet every thrust. In front, Sakura molds herself to Kazuha’s chest, steadying her while still forcing that exquisite bend. She turns her gaze over Kazuha’s shoulder, eyes locking with yours, a slow smile spreading as Kazuha’s soft cries flutter against her neck.

“This is what you wanted all along, isn’t it?” she purrs, gaze flicking to yours while Kazuha gasps. “My greedy little slut—fantasizing about me and my boyfriend.”

The words are filthy, but Sakura’s fingers comb Kazuha’s hair with disarming tenderness. Each insult makes Kazuha clench, velvet heat gripping you so hard you curse under your breath.

“Fuck… you’re so tight.”

Sakura’s smile widens—she has both of you dancing on her strings, savoring the power as your control frays and Kazuha dissolves in breathless moans.

“Still hiding that voice?” she murmurs, lips grazing Kazuha’s ear. “We’re giving you everything, and you won’t even let us hear how badly you need it?”

Her hand slips lower. The moment Sakura’s fingers find Kazuha’s clit, a sharp cry rips free. The dam bursts: Kazuha’s once‑muffled sounds swell into shameless, aching wails.

“I‑I… can’t—” she tries, words shattering on her tongue.

“Speak.” Sakura’s command is velvet‑soft, relentless fingers never slowing. “You weren’t shy a moment ago—so eager to tell us every filthy thought.”

Kazuha can only sob, hips jerking as pleasure coils tight.

Sakura chuckles, wicked and fond. “This is your doing. That needy little mind of yours can’t think of anything but sex—”

Whatever she does next steals the rest of Kazuha’s breath: her body arches, clenches, a raw scream spilling as she convulses around you, proof that Sakura is guiding her right over the edge.

“Shit im close!!” you groan.

“Kazhua baby,” Sakura purrs, “You don't mind if my boyfriend cum inside do you?”

Kazuha didn't answer, her mouth still gasping, moaning, too busy with accommodating the pleasure.

“Do you?” Sakura asks again, more demanding now.

“No!” she screams, on the edge of pleasure herself. “Fuck… Please…”

Sakura shifts her gaze to you, “Do it, give it to her” she simply says, “She's ours tonight.”

 As if her words are the trigger, you broke. With a guttural groan that tore from your throat, you poured yourself into Kazuha, a hot, thick rush that felt infinite. Her body convulsed violently beneath you, a raw, keening scream ripping free as she shattered around your climax. The feeling of her seizing, clutching, taking everything you gave her was an electric shock, making you shudder and thrust one last, deep time before collapsing forward, heavy and spent.

Your strength finally gives out, and you shift to the side, collapsing onto the bed with a heavy breath. Kazuha drops beside you, eyes closed, her chest rising and falling as she succumbs to exhaustion. You reach out, gently brushing a few strands of hair from her face, revealing her peaceful expression beneath the mess of it all—soft, flushed, beautiful.

On the other side of the bed, Sakura stretches out, clearly the most energetic of the three. Her smile hasn't faded—still bright, still giddy—as she gazes at Kazuha with something close to adoration. Then her eyes flick to you. She leans in and cups your face, her thumb brushing your cheek.

“Who would've thought, huh?” she murmurs.

You can't help but smile back, still catching your breath. She’s right. You’re still reeling from how quickly Kazuha could shift—from sweet, shy stammering to something so intense it left your head spinning.

Moments earlier the three of you had sprawled in the living room. Sakura on the other edge of the table while Kazuha vanished into the kitchen to fetch more drinks. Party remnants lingered everywhere: half‑eaten cake on the coffee table, the TV still set to karaoke, balloons and pom‑poms drooping in corners, a tower of unpacked boxes shoved aside to clear floor space.

“Party” was generous; truthfully it was just you and your girlfriend scrambling to throw together something for Kazuha’s birthday.   Still, Kazuha’s place in your relationship had always been special. She’d been Sakura’s best friend long before you met her, the very reason you met Sakura at all, and even after playing matchmaker she never drifted away. When it was you and Sakura, things were romantic; when Kazuha joined, it shifted to three friends hanging out—easy, natural. You’d never questioned that balance … until tonight.

Kazuha was still rattling around the kitchen, leaving you and Sakura sitting cross‑legged on the floor.

“It’s been a long day,” Sakura sighed, tapping a sealed box within reach before gesturing to the birthday decorations. “You did so much. We should’ve gotten back from the store sooner,” she teased.

You drained the last of your drink. “I didn’t think—I just did what I could. ‘Go set up while I keep Zuha out’ isn’t exactly a detailed plan,” you laughed.

“At least it worked. We even picked up furniture on the way—efficient, just how she likes.” Sakura polished off her drink, then forked a bite of cake.

“True, but who decides to move right before their birthday? A house‑warming party should happen after unpacking, not during—and definitely not on the same night,” you muttered, keeping your voice low.

“She likes efficiency, 2 parties in one” Sakura repeated around a mouthful of cake. Then she swallowed and murmured, “I can’t wait to get home.”

“We’re not staying?” You blinked. “It’s late, we’ve both had drinks—we can’t drive.” Sakura stared, clearly lining up a rebuttal. “Unless there’s a specific reason you want to go home?”

She set her fork down and crawled around the table to press against you. You wrapped an arm around her.

“Why?” you asked softly.

“Don’t you want to go home?” she murmured.

“And leave Zuha alone?” The playful swat she gave your arm said she disliked that angle.

“Don’t you want to do something at home?” she asked, cheeks coloring.

The penny dropped. “You mean… you want to play?”

She didn’t deny it; the guilty smile said enough. “You want to go home because you want to queue up in League?”

“It’s just—playing with you, I like it more than I expected.”

“It’s been a long day. Even if we did go home, I doubt I’d last a match.” You glanced toward the kitchen. “And you’d leave Zuha alone on her birthday?”

“She’ll understand—she’s my best friend, she knows how much I lo—”

“Understand what?”

Kazuha pads back in, two fresh beers hissing in her grip. You take one, setting it on the table while Sakura scoots aside, suddenly sheepish.

“It’s nothing—you wouldn’t get it anyway,” you tease.

“That’s not fair.” Kazuha drops cross‑legged beside you, popping her can. “Every time I walk in, you two change the subject.”

Sakura exhales. “Fine. We finally did it—together.” She pauses for effect. “lol.”

Kazuha chokes mid‑swallow. “Wait, what?”

“You okay?” you ask, patting her back. “Bit of an overreaction, isn’t it?”

“I just assumed you’d… done that ages ago,” Kazuha sputters.

“Nah,” Sakura says, wiping foam from her lip. “Everyone says it can wreck a relationship if you’re not in sync.”

“They do?” Kazuha frowns, thinking.

“I’ve heard horror stories,” Sakura goes on. “Happy couples break up after one bad match. No synergy.”

Kazuha nods slowly. “Yeah… I guess I’ve heard things like that.” She lifts her can to hide a shy glance. “So—were you two… compatible?”

“We were,” Sakura answers at once, pride bright in her voice.

But Kazuha’s eyes linger on you, waiting. You shrug, grinning. “Yeah, it was fun—though Sakura definitely enjoyed it more. She keeps begging for another round.”

“We ended up doing it all night,” Sakura shyly admits.

Kazuha’s fingers tighten around her can. “All … all night?” she echoes, eyes wide.

Sakura gives a shy laugh. “We lost track of time. I’ve played with others before, but with him it was relaxed and fun.”

You notice Kazuha squirm, clearly unsettled. “Anyway, Zuha, this topic is going to bore you,” you say, glancing at Sakura. “You’ve never played, right?”

“H‑how did you know?” Kazuha sputters, shooting Sakura a glare. “Did Kkura tell you?”

“No,” Sakura chuckles. “You’ve just never brought it up—people assume.”

“I… I—” Kazuha falters.

“Okay, new topic. Furniture?” you suggest.

But Kazuha lifts her chin. “Even if I’ve never done it, I know a lot. I’ve studied.” Both you and Sakura blink at that. “I’ve read plenty.”

“You do?” Sakura perks up.

“Read?” you repeat. “That’s an unusual way to start—most people learn through videos.”

“I’ve watched them,” Kazuha mutters, cheeks tinged pink. “They get repetitive. Reading is more detailed. And lots of people read it too, so I’m not weird.”

“Sure…” you nod slowly, amused. “So, have you played before?”

“No. Never had the chance,” Kazuha says, shifting in her seat. “I can’t just do it with anyone, can I? I want it to be special. I guess.”

“Why? That’s kind of limiting,” Sakura laughs, leaning back. “Just do it yourself then.”

“That counts?”

“Why wouldn’t it?” Sakura shoots back instantly.

Kazuha hesitates—then quietly says, “Then… I’ve already done it. A lot.”

“Are you sure it’s ‘a lot’?” you tease. “Because Sakura here is the definition of excessive. She’ll just sit there and do it for hours. Days blur together. I’ve had to physically pull her away some weekends.”

Sakura shrugs innocently, not even denying it.

“How often do you do it then?” you ask, grinning. “Sakura easily gets through ten in a weekend.”

“I… I don’t really keep count,” Kazuha mumbles, practically hiding behind her can. “Maybe… six? A day. If I’m really in the mood, I take the whole weekend.”

Sakura nearly chokes on her drink. You stare.

“…Per day?” you echo, slowly.

“I said maybe,” Kazuha defends, mortified. “I just—if I’m in the zone—I can’t stop once I start.”

Sakura nods solemnly. “She’s one of us.”

“How come I’ve never seen you do it?” you ask, genuinely surprised. Kazuha chokes on her drink. “I mean, if you do it a lot, how come you never told us?”

“Why would I tell you? Well, not now but people don't bring it up casually—or do it in front of others!”

“Well, if you’d told us, we could’ve done it together,” Sakura offers with a sly grin.

“Together??” Kazuha sputters, eyes wide. “You two—seriously?”

“Yeah,” you chime in. “We could’ve formed a three-man party. Played normals or quick play together. Though… playing with Kkura might not be the best idea—she gets really competitive.”

“Yeah—maybe just the two of us at first,” Kazuha says, brushing a lock of hair behind her ear, trying to play it cool. “That might be a little less overwhelming.”

“I’m competitive??” Sakura snaps, mock-offended. “I’m not the one who starts swearing every time they get fucked. He just starts throwing insults.”

You turn to Kazuha in your defense. “Hey, it’s only during the game, okay? I’m not actually that kind of person… Right?”

“Yeah—cursing is pretty normal,” Kazuha agrees with a soft smile. “Honestly, I might even prefer the insults.”

“See?” you say smugly, turning back to Sakura. “Kazuha’s on my side. And I’m not the only one with verbal issues—you’re loud too. You make the weirdest moaning noises whenever you get hit. I’ve told you to stop doing that.”

“You don’t like it loud?” Kazuha asked, tilting her head with innocent curiosity.

“Not when she gets that loud,” you sigh. “Someone might overhear and get the wrong idea.”

“Every time,” you continue, “she’s the one getting carried, yet she screams like she’s fighting for her life.”

“I am, though,” Sakura fires back.

“Wait—carried? Screaming? Fighting for your life?” Kazuha’s voice laces with disbelief. “Is it that good?”

“Of course,” Sakura beams. “We did ten ranked placements last weekend. At first, his came out as Silver, but by the time morning hit—bam—we pushed it all the way to Gold.”

Kazuha chokes. “Silver? Gold? Gold?! Isn’t that kind of… unsanitary? I’ve seen videos. I know some people do it, showers, but I didn’t think you two would go that far. Isn’t that dirty?”

“It’s a pretty dirty—some say toxic—rank,” you explain, nodding. “But honestly, we’re enjoying it. It’s better than where we started.”

“I told you we should play all three together,” Sakura insists, already getting excited. “The laptops are in the trunk, right?”

“Wait… are we really doing this?” Kazuha asks, glancing toward you.

You shrug, grinning. “I mean, if that’s what the birthday girl wants—and if you're okay turning your celebration into an all-nighter—why not?”

“Then shouldn’t I do it with you first?” she says, her gaze flicking to yours.

“Hey!” Sakura cuts in. “That’s not fair—leaving me out?”

Kazuha hesitates. “Yeah, I guess that is reasonable… I’m sorry. Okay. Then… are we doing it now?”

“Yeah. Now,” Sakura answers, already sipping her drink like it's settled.

“Now?” Kazuha blinks.

“Yes!”

“Here?”

“Yes, here,” Sakura grins. “What, did you want a penthouse suite or something?”

Kazuha’s brows knit in concentration. “Then… should I start now?”

You and Sakura share a quick, confused glance, her brow raised in silent question. Are we on the same page…? you think.

But before either of you can say a word, Kazuha leans in. Her movements are slow but unsteady, like someone bracing against nerves and alcohol. Her breath is shallow, lips parted slightly, eyes fluttering shut as she inches closer.

Then—her lips press against yours.

Warm. Soft. A little dry.

Your mind goes blank.

The kiss isn’t practiced or smooth. It’s clumsy—her nose bumps awkwardly against yours, and for a second you’re both adjusting, finding some rhythm in the inexperience. But she doesn’t pull away.

In fact, Kazuha leans in more.

Her hand brushes your cheek hesitantly, trembling. Her lips press harder against yours, holding the kiss longer than you expected. It's messy, a little awkward… but honest. She’s trying. Committed.

You can feel it in the way her breath hitches when your lips shift slightly. The way she freezes for a second, then resumes, not knowing what to do—just doing it anyway.

Behind you, Sakura chokes on her beer.

You barely hear it.

You’re too focused on Kazuha—on the quiet vulnerability trembling in her kiss. Not passion, not lust, but raw, unspoken feeling. Hesitant hope.

Eventually, she pulls away. Barely.

Her face hovers close, breath mingling with yours, eyes still shut as if bracing herself for what comes next. When she finally opens them—wide, vulnerable, flushed—they lock onto yours.

But what greets her isn't affection. It's confusion.

Your brows are drawn, not angry, just baffled. Sakura sits frozen next to you, beer halfway to her lips, mouth parted in stunned silence.

“What exactly did you start?” you ask gently, half-smiling through the bewilderment.

Kazuha blinks. Once. Twice. “You… you said—” Her voice falters as panic creeps into her tone. “Wait, what were we talking about?”

“League,” you say carefully. “League of Legends? LoL?”

Her face turns the color of her drink—deep red, all the way to the ears.

Sakura finally finds her voice, her tone flat with disbelief. “Wait. You weren’t thinking about League, were you…? You were thinking about sex?”

“I—I—” Kazuha sputters, hands flailing briefly in protest before she buries her face in them. She sinks back onto the floor, absolutely mortified.

You, still dazed from the kiss, turn slowly to Sakura. “Then you read… wait did she really say she masturbated six times a day?”

Sakura nods stiffly, her lips pressed together in a line as she processes it. Then she glances sideways at you, mouthing silently: Did you like it?

You hesitate.

Because you don’t really know. It was awkward. But there was something… earnest. Unexpected.

Kazuha moves, trying to stand—probably to flee.

“I–I need to—just—leave, I didn’t mean—” she mutters, not even completing the thought.

But Sakura is already behind her. With surprising speed, she wraps her arms around Kazuha from behind, gently but firmly pushing her back into a seated position.

“Where are you going, birthday girl?” she teases softly, chin resting on Kazuha’s shoulder.

Kazuha freezes, breath caught.

Then Sakura glances at you over her shoulder, her eyes playful but half-lidded, her voice low:

“Babe. How about we give this naughty girl of ours a present? Grant her little fantasy—make it come true. Add another layer to her special day, make it a party of three.”

[jihyoruri]

❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ MAKE YOU MINE kazuha nakamura x reader

♬ I wanna make you mine…

❀ ͘ ⴰ up next | ⭢ miss possessive

↳ warnings yn is apart of aespa and the definition of nepotism , kazuha is down bad and doesn’t care about anything but yn, fluff, tension, desperation

kazuha was a quiet girl. she kept to herself most of the time, focused on her own world. she was never the type to step outside the comfort of her group, and honestly, she liked it that way. the calm, the routine, the. predictability, it suited her. she liked that she could stay in her lane, not worry about anyone but herself and her members.

that was until her.

her, as in yn.

of course kazuha knew aespa. she would’ve had to be living under a rock not to. the amount of times her members had interacted with theirs made it impossible not to be aware. 

but yn? everyone knew yn. not just as a member of aespa, but as yn.

they had never been formally introduced. not a handshake, not even a shared word, but kazuha knew who she was. how could she not?

her dad’s side were money people, manhattan apartments, art galleries, and weekend getaways to europe. and her mom’s side? let’s just say she has two aunts named jessica and krystal jung. nepotism? absolutely . but yn carried herself like she didn’t owe anyone an explanation for it. and somehow, that made kazuha notice her even more.

but it wasn’t until one night, when kazuha was laid up in bed, phone dimmed to night mode, that it really hit her. she came across a video of aespa’s youngest on a radio show with the rest of her group. and even through the screen, even surrounded by older members, yn’s confidence was loud. not obnoxious, just magnetic. like she knew she didn’t need to try.

kazuha blinked, then tapped on the tag under the video #yn. she scrolled. and scrolled. and scrolled.

forty minutes later, she was still at it.

yeah. she was down bad.

it was only when her thumb paused on a fancam compilation that she really registered what was happening. this wasn’t just casual admiration. this wasn’t just “oh she’s pretty.” this was full blown celebrity crush territory. 

and the weirdest part? they weren’t even that far apart. same industry, same circles. technically, kazuha could run into her. technically, she had a chance.

she tried to tell herself she’d stop after one more video. then another. and another. until one clip made her freeze.

it was a fan filmed moment, yn and yunjin laughing together at an event.

kazuha sat up.

yunjin.

“you’re interested in yn?” yunjin asked the next morning, looking at kazuha like she’d just confessed a felony. “like… yn from aespa?”

kazuha nodded, a bright smile on her face, eyes practically glowing. she felt different—like something inside her had shifted overnight. who knew a crush could flip your entire vibe like this?

“kazuha…” yunjin said slowly, narrowing her eyes like she was trying to read the younger girl’s soul. “sit down.”

kazuha obediently took a seat, still smiling, waiting for whatever serious revelation yunjin clearly thought she needed to hear.

“I’m gonna tell you something about your new little fixation,” yunjin said, folding her arms. “her ex girlfriend is wonyoung.”

if it had been anyone else, kazuha might’ve gasped, blinked in shock, maybe even reconsidered. but instead, she just tilted her head, unfazed, still waiting because so what? wonyoung or not, she didn’t care. that wasn’t enough to make her back off.

yunjin sighed, like she already knew this was a bad idea.

“look, apparently everyone thinks they’re gonna get back together one day. like, even though they’re broken up, there’s still this… thing between them. it’s like wonyoung still has this unspoken claim on her, you know? no one really tries to go after yn. they just don’t.”

kazuha didn’t flinch.

girls like kazuha, the ones that keep to themselves, who don’t really interact much with others, seem to have a certain drive when they want things, and who knew a girl over everything would cause kazuha to act like this.

yunjin started at the girl in shock, “oh so you’re serious?”

“yep.”

who would've thought that this was what it would take to light a fire under kazuha?

yunjin stared at her, still trying to process the shift.

“oh,” she said slowly, eyebrows raised. “so you’re actually serious?”

kazuha nodded, completely calm. “yep.”

no hesitation. no second thoughts.

kazuha leaned casually against the hallway wall, nodding politely at idols who passed by. usually, she’d be tucked away in her group’s dressing room, avoiding unnecessary interaction but not today. today, she was on a mission.

her eyes scanned the crowd with quiet focus, searching for one face.

she was just about to give up and head back when she finally saw her.

yn stood in front of the vending machine, a half-eaten pretzel stick lazily hanging from her lips as she squinted at the snack options. completely unbothered, completely in her own world.

kazuha’s body moved before her brain could catch up feet already carrying her across the hallway like muscle memory. she stopped just behind yn, taking a brief second to admire her up close. flawless skin, sharp jaw, that effortless energy that pulled people in without trying.

she cleared her throat gently.

yn turned, pretzel still in her mouth, eyebrows raising slightly in surprise.

“need a suggestion?” kazuha asked, a soft smile tugging at her lips.

yn glanced over her shoulder, one brow raised in mild curiosity, but after a beat, she gave a small nod.

“I  like the peach milkis,” kazuha offered, eyes flicking to the vending machine, then back to the girl in front of her. “it’s kind of underrated.”

yn hummed, scanning the options again before slipping some coins into the machine. 

“thanks,” she said casually, pressing the button. the can dropped with a clunk.

she turned back, a hint of amusement in her eyes. “kazuha, right?”

kazuha’s smile widened just a little. “yeah.”

and just like that, her name sounded different coming from yn’s mouth. warmer. familiar

“I’m yn,” she said, lifting the can to her lips, eyes locked on kazuha’s like she was trying to read her.

kazuha felt the weight of that gaze, but didn’t flinch. “I know,” she replied before immediately catching herself. “I mean, sorry, nice to meet you.”

yn’s lips curled slightly around the rim of the can, clearly amused.

“you’re friends with yunjin unnie, right?” kazuha added, hoping to recover some of her composure.

yn nodded slowly, still watching her. “something like that.”

a brief silence settled between them, not awkward, but thick with something unsaid. kazuha could feel her own pulse in her ears, her usually calm demeanor just barely holding steady under yn’s gaze.

she cleared her throat, grasping for anything to say. “uh… so, is the drink good?”

yn took another sip, slow and deliberate, eyes never once leaving kazuha’s face. she finally pulled the can away, lips curving into a small, knowing smirk.

“yeah,” she said, voice smooth. “good taste.”

kazuha felt a flutter in her chest, something ridiculous for a simple compliment, but yn had that effect made the most mundane words feel like they were wrapped in something electric.

“you always hang around vending machines giving drink advice?” yn added, tilting her head slightly, playful now.

kazuha smiled, a little shy but still holding her ground. “only when a pretty girl is having trouble finding a drink.”

yn blinked, caught off guard just for a second before laughing under her breath, shaking her head like she hadn’t expected that from her.

“cute,” she murmured, lifting the drink again. “I’ll see you around, kazuha.”

and just like that, she turned and walked off down the hallway, leaving kazuha standing there heart racing, smile threatening to break across her face.

kazuha was curled up in bed, phone resting on her chest, when her bedroom door flew open with a loud thud.

“wonyoung’s ex? really, kazuha?” chaewon barked as she stormed in, arms crossed and eyebrows raised so high they nearly disappeared into her hairline.

yunjin followed right behind her, looking visibly panicked, eyes darting between the two like she was preparing to mediate a full blown crisis.

kazuha blinked, barely sitting up, groggy and confused. “what, wait, how did you—?”

“don’t act innocent,” chaewon snapped, pacing at the foot of the bed. “you leave the room for ten minutes and suddenly you’re planning your wedding with the one girl who comes with a warning label written in bold red letters “‘wonyoung’s ex.’”

kazuha rubbed her eyes and groaned, muttering, “seriously,how did you know?”

yunjin held up her hands, breathless. “I might’ve… mentioned it… hypothetically.”

chaewon spun around, eyes wide in disbelief. “oh my god, you are actually insane, kazuha. have you ever even heard of girl code?”

kazuha sat up straighter, arms crossed over her chest, clearly unbothered. “I don’t even talk to wonyoung.”

chaewon scoffed. “that’s not the point! it’s an unspoken rule. you don’t go near someone who’s had history with a girl like wonyoung especially not that kind of history.”

“what kind of history?” kazuha asked, feigning innocence but fully aware of the storm she was stirring.

yunjin buried her face in her hands. “oh no, she’s gone. we’ve lost her.”

“do you know how bad this is gonna be for me if you and yn actually start something?” chaewon exclaimed, throwing her hands up. “like, seriously?”

“calm down,” kazuha said, trying to sound rational even though her heart was anything but. “it was just one conversation. seriously. she probably forgot about it already.”

“she called you cute,” yunjin muttered, almost too quietly like she regretted it the second the words left her mouth.

kazuha’s eyes snapped toward her, a sharp are you serious? glare shooting across the room.

“she called you cute?!” chaewon practically shrieked, eyes bulging. “oh my god. we’re all doomed.”

“can you guys relax?” kazuha huffed, running a hand through her hair. “so what if they dated? that has nothing to do with me.”

“no, that’s the problem,” chaewon snapped, stepping closer. “wonyoung’s been planning to get back together with yn for months.”

kazuha blinked, momentarily thrown.

“it doesn’t matter if they broke up,” chaewon continued, voice rising. “in her mind, yn is still hers. and everyone knows it.”

“except yn, apparently,” kazuha muttered under her breath.

yunjin winced. “you’re playing a dangerous game, zuha.”

kazuha didn’t know what had gotten into her lately, but one thing about her: when she wanted something, she didn’t hesitate. she wasn’t the type to chase after people but if she wanted yn, she was going to take her shot.

the next time she saw her, though, it wasn’t something she planned. it wasn’t a hallway run in or a carefully timed interaction.

it just happened.

kode.

a concept pretty simple, two strangers from the entertainment industry exchange messages without knowing who the other is.

kazuha didn’t expect much when she accepted the invite. maybe a harmless back and forth, something fun for the fans.

but when her first message popped up on screen and she read the response, something in her stomach flipped.

witty. bold. effortless.

and god, it sounded just like yn.

kazuha watches the messages come in, her phone lighting up with each new notification from her anonymous partner. but it doesn’t feel anonymous for long.

the way she types quick, a little chaotic, like she’s thinking faster than her fingers can keep up. the sarcasm laced with just the right amount of charm. the lock screen, a blurry photo of someone, nobody in their right mind would be able to figure out who it was because of the angle, but…

kazuha stares at the screen longer than she probably should.

she already knows.

there’s no real reason to be sure, but deep down, she is. it’s yn. she’d bet on it.

but she doesn’t say anything.

instead, she plays along. teases back. sends her own home screen an empty ballet studio at dusk, soft lighting, a little lonely. yn or rather, the stranger replies, “figures you'd be dramatic with aesthetics.”

kazuha grins.

definitely yn.

and still, she stays quiet. because half the fun is watching herself fall for her all over again without even realizing it.

when the reveal finally came, kazuha let out a dramatic, exaggerated gasp hand to her chest, eyes wide like she hadn’t already pieced it together ten messages ago.

yn, on the other hand, blinked in surprise, eyes widening the second she saw who was standing in front of her. “wait… you?” she said, eyebrows lifting in disbelief before turning to the camera with a grin. “ I seriously thought it was that one member from triples.”

she let out a soft laugh, shaking her head as if trying to make sense of it all.

kazuha smiled, stepping a little closer, calm and collected as ever. “ I had a feeling it was you,” she said, voice smooth

that was a lie.

she didn’t think it was yn, she knew. from the first message, her whole cadence.

“the blurry photo looked like someone from aespa,” she added, casually, like she hadn’t stared at that photo for a solid five minutes trying not to smile.

yn gave her a knowing look, like she was already catching on. kazuha just tilted her head, still pretending to be surprised just enough to keep things interesting.

as the shoot wrapped, both girls stepped off set, only to be met with a flurry of movement staff rushing in with water bottles, touch up kits, and half a dozen voices talking at once.

but yn held up a hand, subtly signaling her team to give her a moment. kazuha caught the gesture and mirrored it, giving a quick nod to her own staff to hold back.

just for a second, it was quiet again.

“that was fun,” yn said, her tone light but her gaze unwavering as it met kazuha’s. “you were… really fun to talk to.”

there was something in the way she said it, not just polite, not for the cameras. something real, something curious.

kazuha smiled, soft and a little smug. “yeah?”

yn nodded slowly, eyes still locked on hers. “yeah.”

“we should definitely hang out,” yn said, the words casual, but her eyes told a different story focused, searching kazuha’s face like she was trying to solve a puzzle only she could see.

for a split second, kazuha forgot how to breathe.

it felt like the universe had just tilted in her favor. like every quiet move she’d made, every risk she didn’t even admit to taking, had led to this moment. yn’s words weren’t just an invitation they were the key. the green light.

the jackpot.

kazuha managed to keep her expression calm, but inside, she felt like she’d just won the lottery. all of it, worth it.

still, kazuha kept her cool, nodding once, lips tugging into that soft, composed smile she always wore. “yeah,” she said. “I’d like that.”

and she meant it more than she’d meant anything in a long time.

yn smiled back slight, but real and for a moment, neither of them said anything.

they didn’t have to.

because something had started. and both of them felt it.

kazuha sat cross legged on yn’s bed, fingers lightly brushing over the soft duvet as she watched the girl rummage through her closet, pulling out pieces her dad had sent from new york.

“he goes overboard,” yn said, holding up a vintage bomber jacket and tossing it onto the growing pile on the bed. “thinks I live in snow.”

it was kazuha’s second time in the aespa dorms more specifically, yn’s room and thankfully, this time felt a little less like a fever dream.

the first time? an absolute disaster.

kazuha had walked in like she’d forgotten how to function. she’d barely spoken, barely blinked. 

all she could do was stare at the posters on the wall, the perfume bottles lined up on the dresser, the way yn sat cross legged on her own bed like she wasn’t driving kazuha slowly insane. she had spent the entire visit mentally screaming this can’t be real. she was in yn’s room. yn’s.

and none of the cool, carefully crafted persona she had maintained during their hangouts showed up that day.

all the charm, the quiet confidence, the perfectly timed shyness paired with playful flirtation it evaporated the second she stepped inside.

but this time? this time was different.

she was still nervous, sure. but it was manageable. she could speak in full sentences. she could joke. 

she could smile without her heart trying to punch through her chest. yn made it easier, like always laughing, chatting, tossing jackets at her for approval like they’d done this a hundred times.

and for the first time, kazuha wasn’t just trying to be around yn.

she was letting herself enjoy it.

chaewon wasn’t happy with her. yunjin listened patiently to all her little stories about yn, but there was always that pause that flicker of hesitation every time she nodded along. sakura kept giving her looks like she’d completely lost her mind. and eunchae? eunchae was just thrilled that kazuha was finally leaving the house for something other than practice.

chaewon and sakura especially they weren’t subtle about it. kazuha understood. she really did. from the outside, it looked reckless. messy. like she was walking into a storm with her eyes wide open.

but even knowing all that, she couldn’t bring herself to care.

not when yn was standing in front of her like this barefoot, wearing nothing but an oversized chrome hearts t shirt and pajama shorts, her hair slightly tousled, her tone casual like this wasn’t affecting kazuha in a dozen impossible ways.

she looked like some sort of girlfriend. like this was routine.

“I’ve been begging him to look into these isabel marants for me, and he finally did,” yn said, holding up the shoe with a triumphant grin. “he’s a big fashion guy, you know?”

kazuha barely registered the designer name. all she could focus on was the way yn looked in the soft lighting, how she spoke with her whole body like every story needed her hands, her expressions, her presence.

and kazuha knew, chaewon could lecture, sakura could glare, yunjin could hesitate but nothing they said was going to change her mind.

because yn wasn’t just a crush anymore.

she was a choice kazuha had already made.

“they’re cute,” kazuha replied, though her eyes weren’t on the shoes at all. they were on yn, on the way her face lit up when she talked about her dad, how animated her hands got, how her voice softened when she said he finally did it.

“he’s a good guy, huh?” kazuha added, her tone gentler now, more honest.

yn glanced over, smile lingering. “my dad? yeah… he’s amazing. I miss him and my mom sometimes. a lot, actually. I mean, I’m grateful for my aunts, they’ve been through the industry, they get it, but it’s still different, you know?”

she paused, eyes meeting kazuha’s. “you understand, right? being away from home. not just physically, but… away.”

kazuha’s breath caught for a moment. not many people asked her things like that. they asked about ballet, about discipline, about how long she trained but never about that. the ache of distance. the strange weight of leaving everything familiar behind.

she nodded slowly, her voice quieter than before. “yeah. I get it.”

and for the first time, it felt like yn wasn’t just someone she admired from afar she was someone who saw her. really saw her.

kazuha didn’t know exactly how it happened or when.

one moment, they were just talking. about deep things, about stupid things. laughing, teasing, slipping into that easy comfort that only seemed to exist when it was just the two of them, tucked away in yn’s room like the rest of the world didn’t exist.

yn had been digging through her closet, pulling out random pieces with stories behind each one. kazuha was listening half distracted by yn’s voice, half distracted by the way she moved around the room like it was hers and kazuha belonged in it, too.

and then it happened.

yn pulled out a pink beanie, soft and fuzzy, with a cheetah print pattern almost identical to the one she wore too often to be accidental. she held it up with a grin, eyes dancing.

“this suits you,” she said. “you should have it.”

before kazuha could respond, yn was already walking over, stepping between kazuha’s legs where she sat on the edge of the bed. 

she slipped the beanie over kazuha’s head, adjusting it gently, fingers brushing her temples as she tilted her head this way and that.

“cute,” yn murmured, smiling with a soft satisfaction like she’d just finished a masterpiece.

kazuha didn’t know where the confidence came from maybe it was the way yn was so close, her hands still lingering near her face, her eyes warm and focused. maybe it was the way her heart had been beating out of rhythm for the last thirty minutes. or maybe it was the way everything yn did made her feel like she wasn’t just wanted, but seen.

so she let her hand rise, slow but sure, fingers catching the loose neck line of yn’s oversized shirt.

and without overthinking it without giving herself a chance to doubt she pulled.

just enough to close the space.

just enough to press their lips together.

they pulled away slowly, breathless, the air between them charged and humming like static.

kazuha’s hand was still gently curled in the fabric of yn’s shirt, her chest rising and falling a little too fast. she looked up, eyes wide, uncertain like she wasn’t sure if she’d just crossed a line or stepped into something entirely new.

“what… what does this make us?” she asked softly, her voice barely above a whisper, like the words might break if she said them too loud.

yn didn’t look away. not for a second.

her gaze held kazuha’s, steady and sure, like she’d already made up her mind long before the kiss ever happened.

“I think you already know,” she said, voice low, calm like a promise wrapped in certainty.

[leafostuff]

Cum Over [Ft. LESSERAFIM's Kazuha and Yunjin]

You didnt think they would actually go with that bet.

It sounded like an empty promise: get the song name right, get a double blowjob and knowing your stupid ass can't recognize songs, it seemed like an easy way for you to pay for their next takeout. But here you are, the luckiest motherfucker in the world now having your two pretty best friends down on their knees, sharing your cock like its candy.

One taking your length in her mouth, the other peppers your balls with kisses, both looking at you with a slutty grin, as if they want you to cum on the spot for them (they do). So as soon as their tongue starts getting into the mix, you start losing control, letting cum flow everywhere, painting their pretty faces with the white fluid and draining any ounce of your energy.

"Fuck, that was fun" Kazuha says, her mouth leaving your cock out in the cold open.

"Agreed, what do you say lucky guy?" That nickname Yunjin says sets something inside you, especially when she rubs her gentle thumb on your tip, getting you hard once again for them.

"Ready for round 2?"

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Hey this was less than 200 words, nice practice for me :)

[ducktoo]

Stalking...?

Lesserafim's Kazuha x Reader

Note: A short little fic just a start. Hope anon didn't wait for too long lol. It was a pretty cute request ngl.

There she is again.

Or at least… you think that’s her.

Mask on. Sunglasses. Hoodie pulled up like she’s trying to sneak into the witness protection program. All that’s missing is a trench coat and a fake mustache. You squint over your slowly melting iced matcha, trying not to look obvious. But it’s her. You're pretty sure it is.

Same posture. Same slow, graceful way she adjusts her sleeve. Same aura that shouts let me have my peace, please.

So you pretend not to notice.

Because, for the third time this week, you two have ended up at the exact same café. You could've sworn this was random. No stalking. No GPS tracker. You literally found this place on Insta and you thought you should try on your day off. Like. Come on.

You take a sip. Loudly. Like that’ll drown out the paranoia chewing its way up your spine.

And yet.

Somehow, even behind all that cover and sunglass, you feel her looking at you.

You don't want to make eye contact. Don’t want to make it weirder than it already is. So you duck your head, open your phone, and scroll through your gallery like a normal, non-threatening civilian. Meanwhile, your brain is spiralling into chaos like:

Okay, maybe she just really likes cafés too. Maybe we just have eerily similar taste. Maybe we both saw that Insta post. That’s fine. That’s normal. Right? Right?!

Yeah, you already knew it wasn't fine. Because the next thing you know, the suspicious hooded figure stands up. And starts walking. Toward you.

You freeze, thumb still hovering over a blurry meme of a raccoon holding bubble tea. Your fight-or-flight instinct chooses neither. You just sit there and prepare to die.

She stops right in front of your table, peels off the sunglasses slowly like she’s in a drama scene, with her glare that could say: “Seriously?”

You blink. “Uh. Hi?”

She exhales. “...You were at 0 degree near here. Monday.”

You nod cautiously. “Mhm.”

“And Gloria Jeans. Tuesday.”

“That's...true…”

“And now here. At Goose.”

You give a weak laugh. “Haha. I guess we like coffee?”

She stares.

You squirm.

“I’m not stalking you,” you blurt, louder than you meant to.

A nearby customer glances over. You offer an awkward smile like don’t worry, just being accused of lowkey idol stalking, nothing wild.

Kazuha squints at you. “…I didn’t say you were.”

“Ah.” You pause. “Right. Sorry.”

She doesn’t move. Just watches you like she’s waiting for you to pull out a notepad and start logging her beverage preferences.

You try to save yourself. “Ok, It’s just... I like cafes. I go to a new one every couple of days. I didn’t realize you were—y’know—you at first. But then I kinda did. But I didn’t wanna be weird. So I didn’t say anything. Which now maybe makes it weirder.”

She crosses her arms slowly. “So you did recognize me.”

You shrink a little in your seat. “Just... a little bit.”

Silence.

Then, to your absolute shock, she slides into the seat across from you. “You’re kind of bad at lying.”

You make a face. “I didn’t lie!”

She tilts her head. “You did say you didn’t realize who I was.”

“I didn’t! Not at first. But your posture kinda reminds me that someone on the Billboard does have that posture.”

She blinks. “...Excuse me?”

“Not in a bad way! I meant it in a like—‘oh those look familiar’ kind of way. Not like a Dumbo situation—”

She starts laughing. She actually laughs. The kind of breathy, caught-off-guard giggle that makes you relax for like, half a second.

“…Wow,” she says. “You really are just a guy who likes cafés.”

“I told you!”

She smirks. “And has a thing for oat milk hazelnut lattes.”

You raise your cup proudly. “With two pumps. It's good though.”

She lifts her own cup. “Iced americano. No sugar. Real coffee.”

You gasp. “What the…kinda makes sense why but still…ew.”

She laughs again and shrugs. “Hey, at least I’m not suspiciously following someone from Gangnam to Hongdae to Itaewon like it’s part of a K-drama subplot.”

“I’m not— okay, you know what, fair. It sounds bad. But statistically, Seoul has, like, five million cafés. I just have terrible luck.”

She hums, amused, sipping her drink like she’s suddenly very okay with this scenario. “Well, if I see you again tomorrow... I’m calling my manager… and security…and my mom too for good measures.”

You nod seriously. “Reasonable. If I see you, I’m filing a cease and desist.”

Her mouth quirks. “So we’re both watching each other now?”

“I guess it’s mutual stalking.”

You both fall into quiet laughter, ridiculous and a little flustered, sipping your respective drinks.

Then she glances at your phone.

“Is that a raccoon sticker?”

You groan. “Why does everyone keep noticing that?! Now I kinda regret I let my friends trolling me.”

She grins, eyes sparkling over the rim of her cup. “I like it.”

“Sure…You’re messing with me.”

“Maybe.”

Maybe she is. Maybe she isn't.

But when she stands to leave, she pauses.

“You coming back here tomorrow?” she asks, casually. Too casually.

You raise a brow. “Why? Planning to arrest me?”

She shrugs, smile barely hidden. “I might let you off with a warning... if you buy the drinks.”

-

You weren’t planning to come back.

And even when you found yourself walking the same exact route, feet dragging slightly, hands stuffed in your jacket pockets, you told yourself you were just craving the caramel syrup they put in their cold brew as their special.

That’s it. Just a craving. That’s allowed.

You even stood outside the café, Goose, for a solid thirty seconds, hoping that your conscience decided that it would be weird and just drag you away.

It didn’t. So you went in.

It’s quieter today. Just a few regulars typing away on laptops or scrolling through their phones. You order your drink, slip into the same seat from yesterday, and glance around once—casually. Not expectantly.

You’re not waiting. You're not. It’s fine if she doesn’t come. Really.

You sip your drink and open your phone, not even pretending to do anything productive. Just a few reels, a photo of someone’s cat doing backflips, and a café recommendation account that’s telling you to try a spot in Itaewon next.

You almost consider it. A new café would mean no awkward déjà vu. No replay of the weird conversation from yesterday. No second-guessing if you really imagined her accusing you of stalking while looking stupidly gorgeous and suspicious at the same time.

Then the bell above the door rings.

You don’t look up. But you feel it. The shift in the room. The strange quiet that settles for no good reason.

It’s stupid. Of course it’s not her. It's not-

You looked up—quick, barely a flick of the eyes—and your drink almost sloshes out of your hand.

Oh. It’s her.

Mask off this time. Still lowkey incognito with a baseball cap and hoodie, but she’s ditched the sunglasses. Her ponytail’s pulled through the back of the cap, and there’s a smug curve to her lips like she’s the one who caught you in the act as she sits in front of you.

“You actually came back,” you say.

She shrugs and takes a sip of her americano like this is the most natural thing in the world. “So did you.”

“Okay, yeah, but I was bored. What’s your excuse?”

Kazuha doesn’t answer right away. She tilts her head at you, that same intense gaze from yesterday zeroing in again, like she’s scanning for lies. Or latte foam moustaches.

You fidget under the scrutiny. “...Um..?”

She leans forward slightly, resting her chin on her hand. “Just checking if you still look suspicious.”

You squint. “Do I?”

“Mm.” She gestures vaguely. “You’re about 50 percent. The raccoon sticker on your phone yesterday saved you.”

"Oh my…" You groan. “Are you ever gonna let that go?”

“Nope.”

You stare at her. “You’re enjoying this way too much.”

She smiles, small and slow, and it makes something weirdly tight twist in your chest. “Maybe.”

A beat passes. You sip your drink. She sips hers.

Then, like it’s nothing, she says, “I wasn’t actually planning to come back.”

You blink. “Oh.”

“But then I got curious.”

“Curious?”

She shrugs again. “Wondered if you’d be dumb enough to show up twice in a row.”

You clutch your chest dramatically. “Wow, rude. Say that again, but romantic.”

Kazuha snorts. It’s quiet, but you catch it. The corners of her eyes crinkle, just a little.

“I’ll work on it,” she says. Then, almost reluctantly, “...You’re not that bad to talk to.”

You pretend to swoon. “Wait, that almost sounded like a compliment.”

“Get off your ego, mister.”

You hum into your drink, heart doing somersaults despite your best efforts to play it cool. She’s here. She came back. And she’s staying. You’re not sure what this is—coincidence, fate, slow-burn disaster—but you don’t hate it.

“Wanna pick the next café?” you ask before you can chicken out.

She raises an eyebrow. “You assuming there’ll be a next time?”

You lift your cup. “You’re already here. Might as well keep the mutual stalking going.”

She looks at you for a long moment.

Then she pulls out her phone.

“There’s a place near the Han River,” she says, thumb scrolling. “Looks good. No raccoon stickers allowed.”

You groaned, but there was no bite in your tone. “Oh come on-”

[xshadowdelta]

FORMER MANAGER

PART 4: Like a tulip.

Kazuha x Male Reader (4K length)

Your hands were gripping the steering wheel of the car tightly, you were still in disbelief at everything that was happening, as if some divinity up there was playing with you for fun, and its enjoyment involved seeing you suffer every fucking moment of the day.

The red light of the traffic light forced you to brake and stop the car for a few seconds. You looked out of the corner of your eye towards the passenger seat, there she was, sitting looking out the window while the fingers of her hands played between them, showing a clear sign of nervousness. Kazuha Nakamura had become, without foreseeing it, the biggest headache of your entire life.

It's not that you had gotten used to sexual encounters with your former Iz*One members, but after what had happened in the last few days, you wouldn't have been surprised if a few more had arisen or even were going to arise in the future, since they seemed to be competing for you or something, something you hadn't been able to figure out yet.

But this totally escaped logic and compromised you enormously, you had in your car an idol whom you had never had under your tutelage, whom you did not know at all, and who had made you an irrational request, to say the least. 

“Can you have sex with me the same way you have sex with Chaewon unnie?”

That phrase kept echoing inside your head. Despite your attempt to hide that 'professional opinion' session, it seemed that Kazuha had perfectly realized what you had done in that practice room.

You didn't even have time to make an excuse or a lie, you had been hunted in such an obvious way that denying it would only complicate this situation even more.

Before you could realize it and without even having accepted her request, you were already leaving the Hybe compound, but with more company than the one you entered with, thanking the gods that your company vehicle had completely opaque window glass.

Neither of you had spoken a single word during the journey, which made the atmosphere feel even more tense and heavier than it would normally be. You wanted to start a conversation or ask a question, but the words just wouldn't come out of your mouth.

“Turn right on that street.” She commented, pointing her finger in the right direction.

And this was another big problem: your destination place. You had really gotten into the car without a fixed direction in your mind. Should you take an idol to your house? Was that right? And what would happen if someone saw you on the street and treacherously took a photo? Could it be camouflaged as part of a television program? Was a hotel suitable? You didn't believe it, but if so, it must be one suitable for celebrities, something you couldn't afford.

You parked the car, following another signal from the girl, in one of the free spots and got out, going around it to reach the passenger door, doing a complete sweep of the area, and opening the door once there was not a single living being. in your range of vision.

Kazuha quickly left and, taking some keys out of her bag, opened the door of one of the buildings, giving you way and successfully completing the first checkpoint.

He called the elevator, and you both went up, still in pure silence. You looked at her through the elevator mirror automatically, she looked back at you through the mirror and blushed, she quickly looked away.

She left in terror when the elevator opened its doors again, yes, taking one of your hands, practically dragging you after her. Your nerves increased when you felt the softness of her hand, wasn't it crazy? Now you were behaving as if you were still a teenager going through puberty.

You entered the interior of one of the apartments, which looked large and spacious from the inside despite only seeing the hall for the moment. "Where are we?” You heard your own voice for the first time in a long time, wondering why she had brought you to that place.

“It's LE SSERAFIM's bedroom.” She answered, taking off her shoes.

Knowing where you were scared you to death, you were in unstable territory. Stepping into that apartment had to be the closest you're going to get to a war camp, with too many people who could come and go at any moment and catch you in the middle of the action.

“The rest of the members are very busy and won't come until the evening, and our staff doesn't usually barge in without warning.” It was certainly relaxing to know that, but still, your heart felt like it was going to burst out of your chest at any moment. Kazuha unexpectedly took your hand again and dragged you down the main hallway of the apartment, passing by the living room and the kitchen until you entered one of the bedrooms.

The bedroom itself was quite simple, some large beds pushed together, a small desk with a chair decorated with clothes and various junk on top, and a closet built into the wall. You diverted your gaze to the corners and blind spots of the room in search of possible cameras, it wouldn't be the first time that after recording one of those home realities they forget to remove them.

The girl was quick to turn on the light in the room and close the window despite it being broad daylight, seeking to create a more intimate and safe environment.

You turned around, looking around at the entire bedroom, paying special attention to the pile of clothes scattered on the desk chair. She noticed this and, embarrassed, ran there to put all those clothes in the closet in a disorderly manner.

“Sorry, Chaewon unnie and I were a little late this morning.” Great, so this bedroom also belonged to Chaewon.

“Kazuha-ssi, I think you've rushed into all this, I... we shouldn't be here. I'm flattered, really, but I don't think you're aware of what this means."

She walked towards you and took your hands in hers, looking into your eyes with that look that begged you.

“I've wanted to do this for a long time, but I didn't know how. I'm too shy to approach some other random guy and propose this kind of thing out of the blue.” You laughed inside yourself, what she was saying had nothing to do with the spontaneous request she made to you. “I wanted to wait for the right moment and the right person.” Her fingers caressed the palms of your hands.

“I'm definitely not that person.” The expression on your face became more serious now. "You are!” She snapped loudly, making you step back in surprise. “I mean, I know Chaewon unnie very well. She wouldn't have done anything like that with you if she didn't have complete trust and deep respect for you, and that's more than enough for me.”

“But that's not how it should work, you shouldn't do this with some random guy you don't know at all like me, it should be with someone you love, someone you love from the bottom of your heart.” “You sound like the protagonist of a kdrama.” A small smile now graced her face. “Look, it's not that I'm a virgin, nor an expert, but I'm enough of an adult to know that I can have sex without commitment with whoever I want.”

The truth is that she was not wrong, perhaps you had seen too much fiction lately, after all, the vast majority of humans today had sexual relations guided more by vice and lust than by love.

You still had time to run out of there, you knew that she had nothing against you, she would never tell what she knew, and she loved Chaewon too much to harm her dear unnie. This was never about blackmail, just a favor, no one was forcing you to do anything.

That's what you told yourself internally over and over again.

‘This is not right.’

'Why don't my legs react?'

'I have to get out of here as soon as possible.'

'Fuck, she's beautiful.' Wait, what?

You stared at her for the first time in all this time, indeed, she was pretty and beautiful to look at, like a flower blooming in a beautiful meadow surrounded by huge green trees and a bright sun.

She was also attractive, you could see how well trained her body was. Her legs looked toned, and the lower part of her abdomen that did not cover her shirt was better worked than yours. She had an aura of tenderness and sensuality around her that was difficult to find.

Suddenly, in a burst of bravery, Kazuha raised her hands to your face, holding your cheeks to give you a small kiss on the lips. You wanted to resist, you really did, but who knows if, in order not to hurt her, you reciprocated that kiss by taking her waist with your hands.

“Everything you say is true, but also believe me when I say I want you to fuck me, oppa." She whispered against your lips.

"Kazuha, you're asking too much of me." Your lips were now moving unconsciously over hers.

"I don't think so." She chuckled, bringing one of her hands to your bulging crotch, gently caressing that area of your pants. She stood on her tiptoes to bring her mouth closer to your ear. "Don't you want to know how flexible I can be?” That whisper hit you squarely. It would have been a K.O. if we were in a boxing match. Your skin crawled just thinking and imagining certain scenarios, and the bulge in your crotch only grew under the touch of her delicate hand.

You let out a sigh, you sounded defeated, and you actually were. How could you be so fucking weak? Why were you trapped in a spiral of sex with gorgeous girls with beautiful bodies? And why were you martyring yourself for it when anyone would sign with their own blood to take your place? You didn't have the answer to any of those questions.

“Lie on the bed.” Despite your obvious annoyed tone, Kazuha's smile did not fade but rather widened, and she followed your instructions.

Immediately the Japanese idol was lying on her back, with her legs dangling from the edge of the bed, undoing the button on her jeans and slowly lowering them to your delight.

You knelt on the floor right in front of the bed, between her legs, starting to touch her thighs and going down her legs at the same time as her pants were going down.

You noticed how her skin stood on end under your hands, it burned, and you verified it with your own lips when you leaned your head over Kazuha's body, spreading a few kisses on the part of her abdomen that the shirt did not cover.

Her toned abs contracted as she felt your lips on them, your hands joined hers on either side of her legs, finishing off her pants in a single pull.

Your kisses marked a downward path towards the girl's panties while your hands took the opposite route, going from her legs to her hips, moving upwards slowly caressing every centimeter of skin.

A new piece of clothing was recognized as the next enemy, as your hands fisted the hem of her shirt. She understood quickly, and with an agile and quick movement, she slid the garment over her head and threw it away, landing somewhere on the floor of the room.

You kissed her pussy over the fabric of her panties making her moan, and then your tongue began to create lines of saliva before starting to move as if it were a normal cunnilingus.

Even though the panties continued to act as a barrier between your tongue and her pussy, the caresses you provided were felt on her body in a remarkable way, proof of this were the moans that Kazuha expelled from her mouth.

Her pussy was getting wetter due to the excitement, starting to leak down her thighs and even going through her panties, as your tongue began to enjoy the taste of the girl's intimacy.

You sat up a little and jumped on the bed, being careful with her delicate body so as not to hurt her, remaining on top of her, and going directly to kiss and lick her neck as an attack.

Her moans became noticeable again, with an increase in volume and much closer to your ears. However, she was a fighter, and although she seemed to be completely under your control, she managed to take off your shirt and expose your torso, which she did not hesitate to touch and caress.

You ceased the attack on her neck, moving back a little, allowing her to kiss your bare skin, causing you to sigh occasionally. You crouched over her again, kissing her lips deeply, taking her cheeks in your hands.

“Condoms?” You asked the instant the kiss broke.

She pointed out the nightstand next to the bed, and you jumped out of the bed again to approach the designated piece of furniture, opening it and finding a box of condoms still sealed.

You were opening it as you walked back, placing yourself in the starting position, facing her between her legs. You looked up and could see that there was no longer a trace of her panties.

You smiled, finally opening the package of condoms, taking one between your fingers, and placing it on the mattress. You needed both hands free to finish undressing completely. 

Kazuha sat up slightly on the bed so she could look directly at your now-naked cock, opening her mouth shocked by its size and almost reflexively opening her legs wider, giving you a much better view of her wet and shiny entrance.

You placed one knee on the bed, bringing your penis closer to her vagina, one hand holding your dick firmly and the other gripping one of the young girl's pale thighs.

"Wait! The condom…OH!” Her words were interrupted by a violent moan.

She was right, you hadn't put on the condom yet, but you didn't need it for the idea you had in mind, which consisted of rubbing the folds of her pussy with your cock over and over again without actually inserting it inside.

That game seemed to take its toll on Kazuha, who was now trying to silence her sounds by putting both hands over her mouth and allowing you to play with her intimate area to your pleasure.

Your penis soon became well lubricated after being rubbed mercilessly by the wetness of the Japanese pussy, at which point you decided that it was now possible to start the real action.

Now you wrapped your penis in the latex of the condom to bring it closer to the female entrance again, this time with the intention of entering her. You looked one last time into Kazuha's eyes, waiting for one last step back that never came, quite the opposite in fact.

She placed her hands on her thighs, separating her legs as much as she could, leaving you amazed at her incredible flexibility and increasing your excitement as you witnessed that move.

The tip of your penis made contact with her vagina, making you both moan slightly, moans that increased as more inches entered her cavity.

As you expected, Kazuha's insides felt tight, although you had to admit that it was less than you had originally imagined, because the truth is that most of your cock entered without any problem. You gave her a few seconds for her insides to adjust to your size before you started moving.

You started to move slowly, moving in and out slowly and careful not to hurt her, but she seemed to be enjoying it.

“God, you're stretching me so much... It feels so good.”

That gave you the green light to increase the pace, your hips moved faster, introducing you deeper into her. At this point, her pussy was already able to swallow the entire length of your penis without problems.

Kazuha's moans quickly turned into pleas, letting her get carried away by excitement and asking you to go even further.

“AH! Please…more… AH…MORE!”

She raised one of her legs to your shoulder, leaving her foot at the height of your head, leaving the other still resting on the bed. That only deepened your attacks against her even more.

You wrapped your closest hand around the thigh of her leg that was hanging from you, and your other hand went behind her head, grabbing the back of her neck, bending over her, and moving at a hard and incessant pace.

Kazuha's intense moans were only stopped when your lips joined hers in a kiss, just as intense as the clash between your hips. Everything was so intense that tiredness immediately began to appear in you.

After a few more minutes of fun, you wanted to change positions, now lying on your back on the bed, motioning to the girl to sit on your lap with her back to you.

You kissed the back of her neck and her back as she got into position, turning her head for a moment and demanding another kiss on the lips that you didn't deny her.

She raised her body enough so that in one quick movement your cock entered deeply inside her again, causing a sensation of incredible pleasure in both of you.

The girl placed both hands on your thighs to begin jumping on your penis, again and again, without stopping and emitting sweet and erotic moans for each thrust that your cock gave her as it lowered her body.

You wrapped your arms around her waist and pulled her back, causing a small cry of surprise from her and causing her back to collide with your chest.

You once again had control of the situation, you once again imposed the rhythm of the penetrations to your liking and what was best for you.

From this position, you were once again able to attack Kazuha's neck at will, which for some reason had become one of your favorite regions of her body, and she seemed to love it too.

Your bodies were totally immersed in the heat of the moment, eager for each other's contact, roaring for sex, and sweating from the furious action, the temperature of the room had risen some degrees since you entered through the door.

Once again the idol raised her legs, surrounding them with her own arms, preventing them from falling, thus making your attacks clean and direct against her pussy, which you began to notice how it contracted, squeezing your cock against its walls, making you moan louder.

“Shit, Kazuha, your pussy...”

“Please don't stop now! I’m so close!”

Listening to the girl's request and with the aim of releasing yourselves sexually as soon as possible, you gave everything you had left, placing your hands on her butt and attacking her frantically, feeling how after some hard thrust you came brutally, filling the condom with your cum.

“AH! YES! OH GOD! AAAAAAAAAH!”

That liberating scream was followed by her body arching over yours, your hands quickly rising to her hips, pressing her against your body again, and leaving both of you gasping noticeably trying to recover from the intense orgasms.

Kazuha leaned her head back with her body resting on top of yours, trying to compose herself from the tremendous ecstasy you had made her feel. She turned her head to look into your eyes, just inches from your face.

“Now I can understand Chaewon unnie.” She murmured, offering you a soft smile, trying to hide her tired expression.

You, on the other hand, did not hide it at all, you continued searching for air almost desperately, and the fact of having her on top of you did not help, but the truth is that you were not going to complain about it.

“You are definitely very flexible.” You spoke, making her laugh softly, and then kissed her lips, passing your arms around her stomach area, surrounding and hugging her, lying there for a few minutes.

.

.

.

You left the group's apartment after making sure that Kazuha was in good condition. She said goodbye to you very happily, with her eyes giving off a special shine and giving you a small kiss on the cheek, making you both blush.

You drove back to your own house, a little rest wouldn't hurt to clarify all your ideas, but with a firm decision. You had to end your sexual encounters with idols immediately. That was obvious, but would you be able to cut it short? You assumed only the future would know for sure.

You entered your apartment, tired, extremely tired, but you still managed to find the energy to move your butt to the bathroom and get into the bathtub for a long half hour that left you almost as good as new.

You were now wearing your two-piece pajama with a shirt and pants, walking around the living room while drying your damp hair with a towel. You heard the sound of the doorbell, it seemed that the delivery man you had contacted had arrived to deliver your dinner. You put the towel aside, and with your hair still a little wet and messy that fell on your forehead, you approached the door.

You opened the door, but, to your surprise, the person on the other side was not who you expected. A young girl with black hair tied up in a bun, somewhat taller than average and with a slim but very elegant figure.

That girl seemed very familiar to you, the fact that she was wearing sunglasses late at night made it a little more difficult for you to recognize her, but you quickly realized it.

“Wonyoung…”

The sudden sound of a slap echoed throughout the house, silencing you. Your left cheek turned a reddish color at the same time as a burning sensation began to sting. Your face was now looking to the side due to the unexpected slap that the young woman had given you.

You took a step back, trying to stabilize your body so as not to fall, and directed one of your hands to the affected area of your face. Your eyes were wide open, as was your mouth, you didn't know what was happening, unable to understand anything.

When you returned to this world, you looked towards the door again, finding yourself facing the wall of the hallway.

You ran out of your apartment, finding Wonyoung a few meters later walking towards the exit of the building.

"Hey! Jang Wonyoung! What the hell do you think..."

You grabbed her arm, applying some force, without excess, to make her turn towards you, but your words fell into the void when you glimpsed her red face and how some tears formed a path from her eyes, hidden behind those sunglasses until they ended up on her chin.

She didn't say anything, you could only hear her weak crying and sobs that penetrated your soul and stabbed directly into your heart.

Still confused, you loosened your grip on her arm, and with that she got rid of you, setting off on her way again, but this time you didn't follow her, you stayed there, absorbed, with no other possibility than to see her back moving further and further away.

[melanchoire]

reader buying some chocolate with aphrodisiacs to use with her gf kazuha, she hide them in the refrigerator to surprise her later, little did she knew zuha found them and started to eat bc she was craving something sweet, so when she comes back home and sees a bar half eaten + hears moans and whines she rushes to the room a bit guilty for not telling her only to see her humping her pillow, while she plays with her tits and some toy with her juices beside her, god knows how many times she cum bc she can’t deal with the heat so reader has to help her

cw: aphrodisiacs, nipple play, pillow riding, scissoring.

buying aphrodisiac chocolates to surprise kazuha one of these nights but she ends up ruining things because she accidentally eats the candy during a weekday afternoon where she was craving something sweet and longing for something she liked to magically appear in the fridge 😭 kazuha regrets having rummaged through the fridge out of laziness instead of going to the store as she had planned in the first place but she discarded the idea when she wanted to remove the doubt of whether there was something delicious in the fridge

and kazuha realizes what she ate when she was chewing the chocolate bar and felt a particular taste that made her frown when swallowing, so while she was chewing the remains of the candy in her mouth, she decided to read the chocolate packaging, and well, what a surprise she got

kazuha’s eyes almost pop out of their sockets to be exact 😭 she is quick to spit out into a napkin what little was left in her mouth, which is completely absurd because she had just taken a bite of chocolate... she already knew that sooner or later, the effects would appear

and so it was! kazuha doesn’t remember exactly her journey to the room, she only knows that moments after realizing she had taken a bite of an aphrodisiac sweet, she magically appeared naked in bed, riding one of the pillows while one hand pinched her nipples and the other was busy holding a wand vibrator against her clit… even though she is using three things at the same time to please herself, nothing seems to give effective results because she feels hotter and hotter as the minutes go by, the heat between her thighs was a total nuisance as it became hotter and wetter to the point of being unbearable

and you come to the rescue just in time! kazuha, after eating what she shouldn’t have, sent you a message saying, “i think i messed up.” but being an empty and easily distorted sentence, it made you so confused and worried that you returned from work as quickly as possible; on any given day you would expect a bus to arrive at the stop half empty because work was exhausting you too much and sitting on the bus is a moment where you can take a breath and stretch your legs for a moment, but upon reading kazuha’s message you don't give a shit about your usual routine and you took the first bus that arrived at the stop

awwww the look kazuha gives you when she sees you enter the room 🥺 eyes full of tears of pleasure and pain, her movements against the pillow seem to be more desperate and disordered the moment you cross through that door and appear before her sight

and you would have liked to help her and take your time to take care of her if it weren’t for the fact that when you approached kazuha she grabbed you by the forearm and threw you onto the bed, being quick to climb on top of you and practically rip the clothes off your body

ending up grinding your pussy against kazuha's, being cornered against the mattress because she is on top of you and holding your wrists above your head, moving her hips against yours and barely giving you time to breathe because of how intense the rhythm of her thrusts was 😵‍💫 kazuha blaming you for all of this, saying “this is your fucking fault.” and pushing her pussy against yours in a way that makes the bed creak beneath both of your bodies

and not even after you cum and make a mess on the sheets does she consider stopping or at least taking a break because the effect of aphrodisiacs will take power of her body for a long time, so you have to prepare to endure her level of heat for a couple more hours 💕

[ssivinee]

「 Lovesick 」

n. kazuha x le sserafim ! f reader ✎𓂃 Between you and your girlfriend, you've always been the caregiver type. You could never resist anything about Kazuha, even when your unaware of what you've done to hurt her feelings.

word count ! 1.6 k

requested ! anon: hiii can i request something ab sub! Zuha? Doesn’t matter if it’s smut or fluff you can do whatever you’d like :))

author's note ! needed a break from the long fics and smut rq yall- I also apologize to the anon that sent me this like months ago AND I ONLY GOT TO IT NOW IM SO SRRY.

This is also fluff... don't be fooled :>

“I don’t understand why he likes bullying me!” 

You side-eye where the voice comes from, a look that annoys Chaewon to the point she throws the first things she touches beside her. Thankfully, it was only a pillow, and you dodged it smoothly, sticking your tongue out at her.

“Shiro bullies me enough, I don’t need you adding onto it,” she pouts, and a burst of laughter escapes your mouth, knowing well how much the dog antagonized her. “Rei got along well by training with him, so maybe it’s just his love language for you, unnie,” Yunjin voices while reading her book. 

Chaewon watches you nod in agreement, knowing it was just to annoy her, and she almost throws another item at you. Scared for your face, you shield up with your forearms in the hope of lessening the damage until you hear Kazuha coming into the living room from the hallway.

“Can we not try to kill her?” Chaewon looks offended at the younger as she sits down beside you, beginning to cuddle up into your side. “Yah! She’s the one that’s gonna kill me!”

You feel Kazuha just shake her head against you, your legs crossed underneath the soft blanket, you lean back to make sure she is comfortable. Looking down, her eyes look soft, gazing up at you with the usual warm smile she gave.

“Don’t get all lovey-dovey now,” Chaewon groans, voicing some annoyance. Someone clearly wasn’t in the best mood today. Probably because of the practice, which was definitely mentally and physically exhausting.

“Oh, c’mon, unnie. Don’t be a hater now,” You voice in a more innocent way, Yunjin tilting her head quickly in agreement before going back to her book once more. Chaewon visibly rolls her eyes, bunching up the blanket in her arms as she begins to make her way to her room.

You were a tiny bit worried that you may have pissed her off but she erases any worry when you hear her yell down the hallway, “None of you stay up super late please!”

There was a collective yes from before everyone heard the door click shut. “Does Mary die in this book?” Yunjin asks in English, and you turn your head, giving her a look. “I told you I wouldn’t spoil it for you,” she told her right back in English.

Having hyped her enough and actually putting her into the story, you told the fellow Korean-American that you would keep it spoiler-free. Yet the anticipation of Yunjin knowing you knew the ending had her all jittery.

“I just wanna know~” She whines, making you chuckle at the way she flails around with the book in one hand. “You want some tea?” Asking her as you got up from your seat, shifting Kazuha off slowly, who looks at you with soft eyes that you didn’t catch.

“I’m down,” she answered with eyes trailing across a page of her book. “Babe?” You ask, looking up a bit while heating up some water in the electric kettle. You only see her nodding before looking back at the TV to watch the show.

Catching how she gave you less attention than usual, you could tell something was bugging her, but you weren’t about to expose any problems in front of Yunjin. “Hibiscus?”

“Make it the blossom version, please?”

You nod, and take out one packet, then take out two packets of a Mango Cintron tea that you and Zuha both liked. Beginning to take out the three mugs, you placed them on the counter and began to rip each packet one by one to place the tea bags in.

“Make mine peppermint,” Kazuha voices, her attention not leaving the TV as you stared at her. Now you were sure something was wrong.

Your girlfriend was the type to follow you around everywhere when possible, cuddle into you at any point, and copy your food or drinks, so the change in tea flavor had gears turning in your head. Without any context, your brows furrow together, and you begin to scratch the back of your head.

Kazuha could feel how your eyes would glance at her every now and then while you waited behind the counter. A pout begins to form on her lips again while she feels your stare, a sigh escaping her lips.

After a few minutes, the ding of the kettle brings you out of your thoughts. You pour the hot water all the way for you and Yunjin, then leave some space for milk, the way Kazuha likes it.

No sugar for the older ones, then two small spoons of sugar for the younger, and you stir all three. You made sure you gave Kazuha’s tea first, then went to grab yours and Yunjin so you could sit back next to her.

But when you go back to your seat, stirring the spoon while holding the mug with one hand, Kazuha doesn’t even look at you. She keeps her eyes to the front, and you had a lot of patience… not when it comes to Zuha while she’s acting like this.

Yunjin put down her book, focusing on the show so she could properly drink her tea. You could barely even focus on anything, just staring at the back of your girlfriend's head while sipping slowly on the hot tea. 

The room only being filled with the sounds of the television made you want to bash your head against the wall. Maybe tea was a bad idea, but you wouldn’t have known that unless you actually made the tea.

Kazuha gets up from the couch to put her dishes in the sink. She usually comes back quickly, just so all the dishes can be done at once. 

With the sound of the faucet turning on, your head whips to the left, staring at her, very confused, as she begins scrubbing away at her mug. You glance quickly at Yunjin, who was already giving you a look, trying to hide her own suspicious face behind her large mug while sipping on the tea.

‘You better fix whatever you did,’ she mouthed towards you, and your eyes fell down to your lap. Shaking your head and trying to figure out what you could’ve possibly done this time, Kazuha leaves both of you and heads into her room.

You're left gobsmacked in the living room, Yunjin laughing at your mouth agape at the younger's actions. “Seems like you're in trouble~,” she teased in a quiet voice, making sure nothing upset Kazuha more. Flicking her off with an eyeroll, she cackles again as you leave her to head into Kazuha’s room.

As you enter, you shut the door behind you and lean on it to find her scrolling on her phone while lying on her pillow. The way she doesn’t even look your way made you a little sad. “Are Sakura-unnie and Eunchae not looking for you?”

“No, we agreed I’d spend the night here,” She hears you shuffle over after you answer, feeling the edge of her bed sinking down to the right. 

“Can you tell me what I’ve done wrong?” You asked woefully. Now the sadness in your voice makes her peak up, seeing how your brows tilted up while the frown on your face began to show.

You hear the click of her phone, shutting it off as she places it down beside her. “You didn’t even pay attention to me. Just Yunjin-unnie and Chaewon-unnie, you also know how I feel when the two of you speak English with me in the room.”

The way her head falls, hanging low, with a gloomy look on her face, as she fiddles with her fingers. Your eyes soften at the way she basically expressed feeling left out, and you take her hand into yours.

“I didn’t mean for my actions to come off that way. I’m sorry, angel.” You stare as she looks up, tears pooling in her eyes, and you pout at the look. Moving forward a bit, shifting your weight on the bed, you give her a sweet kiss on the lips.

“Chaewon unnie just hasn’t been in a good mood, so I’ve been teasing her a bit, then Yunjin asked me something and I responded in English out of reflex,” you admitted, wanting to explain yourself, but then shook your head. “Doesn’t matter, I’m just sorry.”

“It would’ve just been nice to be included,” you nod, understanding what she meant. It’s a valid way to feel, and it crushed you to even see her this way.

“Cuddle buddy?” You ask, arms reaching out to help her giggle, blinking the tears away. You lay beside her, head on your chest, as you combed your fingers through her hair. Even giving her kisses on her forehead as you hummed a tune.

“You know I love you, right?” Asking her and she looks up at her, her large doe-like eyes that made you swoon easily for her.

“Of course, and I love you too.”

“Good,” the response makes Kazuha giggle as you begin to squeeze her in a hug and roll her on top of you. “I would never do anything to make you sad on purpose,” you expose yourself, but the younger knew that already. “I know that, baby.”

“I would never want you to cry because of me.”

“I’m aware,” her heart began beating fast from all your words. You had a way with words that just made her fall in love with you over and over again.

“I would beat myself up for it, angel,” she taps your face lightly with the tip of your fingers, as if she were slapping you, and you let out a tiny gasp, acting offended. “You did not,” asking a bit appalled. 

Your girlfriend giggles, sitting up on your lap, and begins peppering your face with kisses. Then, leaning back down, straddling your thighs as she laid her head on your chest.

“Sorry for being sensitive.”

She feels you shake your head above her head, patting her back in comfort with another kiss on the head. 

“Don’t ever apologize for being you.”

[blossomcola]

pairing. gp!ot4 le sserafim x 6th member!fem reader

content warnings. breeding, creampie, deep throat, degradation, dubcon, face fucking, gropping, hair pulling, humiliation, throat fucking, overstimulation.

being part of the maknae line is fun, especially when you have your group mate who is younger than you, eunchae. of course, all of this would be much better if it weren’t for the fact that you constantly have to deal with the antics of your four perverted unnies.

i can see her as the type who wouldn’t bother hiding her clear attraction to you. sakura has no problem eating you up with her eyes and giving you a certain look that anyone could easily judge, she doesn’t care if she’s in front of the cameras or at some event with the rest of the group, she’s busy fucking you with her eyes — do all this means she’s a blatant pervert? of course! no matter the plot, sakura will always be that perverted loser who thinks with her dick instead of her brain, you can’t expect anything else from her.

unnie kkura unable to hide her obsession with her beloved younger member. we all know that when sakura used to live in japan and only promote there, she always had these moments where she would kiss other girls on tv shows or certain moments with other female artists that are not easy to forget and will always haunt her. sakura would see her relationship with you as one where she can continue her fruity activities after so long, more than happy to be able to resume things from the past that she thought she would give up on.

and when the situation finally arises... sakura would probably take advantage of a moment when you two are alone, like when you get to the dorms before everyone else or some time where you two have solo activities apart from the group and have to share a hotel room. you can be talking to sakura until you notice that she is staring at you intensely and not saying anything about it, and your mistake here is when you stop talking to say “uhm, unnie?” in the cutest and softest tone of voice in the world... and well, sakura can’t resist pouncing on you! she also couldn’t keep her hands to herself, preferring to slide her hands under your shirt to squeeze your tits or be quick to grab your butt and squeeze the cheeks with both hands. sakura would bring out the loudest and highest sounds from you, fucking you like you’re a sex doll and not even bothering to get you used to the size of her cock because she can only imagine impregnating you over and over again.

our beloved pupu leader... the role of leader is something chaewon constantly has to hold onto, and it often makes her hair turn gray. she has this thing of being the leader but being so cute to the point of looking like the maknae, of course, but she is committed to her position! but it’s a shame that its members don’t usually take it seriously, especially you, who tends to bother it most of the time. no matter how much chaewon always scolds you and tells you to behave, it never seems to be enough for you to know how to shut your mouth and behave yourself, so what better than to give you a well–deserved punishment every time you are a spoiled brat? chaewon may be small but she has enough strength to grab you by the hair and roughly pull your locks to make you get on your knees and let you know what’s coming.

then she ends up fucking your mouth <3 she kind of needed some stress relief so your shitty behavior is more than just a good excuse to get her own needs met. of course chaewon wouldn’t be nice at all, partly because you managed to get on her nerves and because she’s been very stressed lately, which is why she takes this opportunity to relax, even if it’s just for a few minutes.

and she would be sooo cute trying to be dominant <3 she may be pulling your hair and holding your head in place so she can fuck your throat, but the way she degrades you or the whining that interrupts her words is beyond adorable. although yes, don’t try to make a witty comment to mock her because she won’t esitate to fuck you in the cruelest way possible!

yunjin... i’m afraid she’s the worst of all, the reason? she won’t leave you alone. being part of the group means being the member yunjin enjoys spending time with the most because she’s always using you as she pleases. she’s more playful and teasing than the rest, always making fun of when you cry a lot while trying to take her cock or when you are having a hard time continuing without giving up. she has no compassion whatsoever, always calling you degrading names and seeming to love fucking you senseless until you’re mush in her arms. yunjin doesn’t feel any pity or compassion because she’s an annoying girl who seems to find everything funny, so you know you’ve earned hell every time you’re alone with her.

kazuha may be a little more shy and reserved about it but that’s because her personality is already like that. she would probably be too embarrassed when she notices that she is looking at you in a way that she shouldn’t and would immediately look away while mentally scolding herself. In this case, you have to act most of the time, and how? being a whore <3 training with kazuha or practicing choreography with her would be a good way to give her cues to act. maybe things like wearing sports tops or shorts that barely cover your butt would also be good tactics to get her attention and make kazuha try to do in her desires and temptations! and it works because you feel her eyes on your back all the time while you practice for the next performances.

acting like an idiot would also work, and by that i mean asking her stupid questions about the choreography or executing the dance steps wrong so she has to help you. of course, the moment she puts her hands on your hips to guide you is when you have to act, kazuha would say something like “do it like this.” and you just have to say “like this?” and continue grinding your ass against her erection so that she finally acts <3 she could only growl under her breath and respond by rubbing herself against your ass through your gym clothes.

100% sure she would take advantage of her athletic body and good physique to use it with you. like instead of fucking you on the floor or the couch in the practice room she would hold you with her strong arms, making it so that all you have to do is wrap your legs around her waist as she completely destroys your pussy with her cock. kazuha would try to be quiet and keep all this secret, but the dirty sound of splashing and your moans more than betrays what's going on inside that practice room.

[eunsky]

03 — flowers and chocolates

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2. LOVE GALORE

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APPLE CIDER — nakamura kazuha

you’ve fallen in love with many things, like the mango ice-blend down the street, the weather after a rainy day and the puppy that you see on your morning walk. but nothing’s been easier to fall in love with than yunjin’s roommate.

tags fluff, sprinkle of angst, kinda crack fic, non-idol au, jealousy, non-established relationship, falling in love, my puppy zuha agenda, mentions of lesserafim and ive members, squint for annyeongz, basketballer!zuha that appears for one sec, mentions of drinking, cursing

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you’re well-accustomed to yunjin’s antics. she constantly gets you into trouble, either embarrassing you or just involving you in her pranks. like doing silly tiktok trends on your friends or random strangers. you still feel a shiver of mortification when you recall the situations you’ve been roped into. 

yet, as yunjin’s self-proclaimed best friend, this might be the worst thing she’s ever done. 

the girl had forced, or in her words, heavily encouraged you to find a new roommate this semester. you think it’s because she’s tired of you nagging her for not doing the dishes. anyway, despite your reluctance, you managed to befriend someone from your social politics class and become her roommate. chaewon was like a breeze of fresh air from yunjin. sure, yunjin was your best friend, but it felt incredible to have some peace and quiet in the apartment for once.

chaewon was constantly out for practice with her cheer team which gave you some alone time to just unwind, something that you didn’t have the luxury of when dorming with yunjin. despite the newly formed distance between you and yunjin, the latter had still managed to see you almost every day. she was dorming alone because her previous roommate left the school, causing administration to give her the whole apartment. what would normally be a gift, was a punishment for yunjin, who could not survive a day without human interaction.

hence, she insisted on coming over to your dorm almost daily. it was common to just find her lazing on the couch when you came back from classes, or seeing her back at the kitchen counter, cooking something. 

which brings you to your current situation of standing out in the sun, groceries in hand, in front of yunjin’s door. it was a whole other building from your block and the weather was particularly harsh today. you tap your foot impatiently, teeth gnawing on the inside of your cheek. the paper bags were heavy, filled with a variety of ingredients that yunjin demanded you buy. apparently she was hosting some sort of dinner. you had no clue what the girl was doing half the time. 

yet, with the designated role of yunjin’s best friend, you had to skip out on lunch with chaewon to visit her dorm. sighing, you call yunjin’s phone again, but to no avail. as it rings, you press the doorbell again. why wasn’t yunjin answering? she literally told you to come earlier but was she even at home?

groaning, you thump your head against the door. as it hits the wooden frame, the door swings open, and the force nearly makes you topple over.

“motherfu—”

“oh my god, i’m so sorry!” you immediately halt in your curses. this wasn’t yunjin’s loud, boisterous voice. it was smooth and sweet. and in a different language.  

you tilt your head up, almost gasping at the stranger. your body was crouched down, but even from below, you could tell she was tall. maybe almost as tall as yunjin. her doe eyes were wide with shock and her glossy lips were parted. stunned in silence, you hastily get back up. clearing your throat, you bow your head slightly, “i’m so sorry.”

as you lift your head, you realise something.

the girl only had a towel wrapped around her.

blood rushes straight to your head. you feel your entire body burn with embarrassment as you look away swiftly.

“uh— sorry,” the girl mumbles, “who are you?”

you gulp, still facing away, “i’m looking for huh yunjin.”

“oh, i’m her roommate,” she says. you turn back to her, gaping. since when did yunjin have a roommate? that girl had some explaining to do. 

“you can come in,” the girl stands aside, her dark hair still dripping, “i’ll just, uh, go change.” you nod stiffly before walking in. the apartment hasn’t changed much from the last time you came. yet, there was a new addition to the framed photos perched on the shelves. you place the bags of groceries onto the kitchen island and walk back to the living room. as yunjin’s roommate heads into her room, you observe the photograph.

it holds a background of cherry blossom trees and standing in front of the wood is a young girl, reminiscent of yunjin’s roommate. if you had to guess, she would probably be eleven or twelve in the photo. even when she was young, she was already pretty. you couldn’t deny that fact. from her crinkled eyes to the curve of her lips, you wondered what her parents looked like to be able to birth such a cute kid.

the sound of a door creaking open pulls you away from the photo. yunjin’s roommate was now dressed in an oversized t-shirt that reached the top of her knees. a small towel was flung over her head, draping her hair. 

you decide it’s now an appropriate time to introduce yourself.

“sorry for barging in like that,” you grimace, holding out a hand, “i’m y/n, yunjin’s friend. she told me to come over and i wasn’t expecting to see someone new.” 

the girl nods, “i’m kazuha, nakamura kazuha.” her korean sounds a little hesitant and you note it off as her being a foreigner. she added, “yunjin’s roommate.”

“ah, i didn’t know she had a new roommate,” you say sheepishly. it was definitely yunjin’s fault here but you still didn’t want a pretty girl’s first impression of you to be so ridiculous.

“it’s okay,” kazuha says thoughtfully, “i moved in… maybe three days ago?”

no wonder yunjin hasn’t said anything to you. 

“i see.”

silence falls between you two and kazuha strides to the couch, flopping onto it.

“do you want to sit?”

it’s cute— the way she offers. as if it’s your first time coming over. despite your amusement, you humour her and sit down, a distance away from her.

“are you from japan?” you decide to ask. it’s a good conversation starter in your opinion. if the cherry blossoms didn’t indicate her ethnicity, the startled japanese that escaped her previously was a dead giveaway.

“mhm,” she hums, “i’m from osaka.”

this piques your interest. 

“oh, i heard that people from osaka are funny,” you state. it was probably from an instagram reel that yunjin had shown you weeks ago. 

kazuha shrugs, “i think i’m okay.”

somehow, even though she didn’t mean for it to be funny, you still find yourself chuckling uncontrollably. kazuha stares at you, probably weirded out, but too nice to say it.

“sorry,” you apologise again, “it’s just the way you said it.”

she frowns, “maybe i’m funnier than i thought.”

“yeah,” you smile, “you are.”

kazuha peers blankly at the unmoving tv screen, suddenly finding the black void to be very interesting. you decide to break the tension once again by asking, “do you know when yunjin’s coming back?”

“uh, no. i told her i was going to shower. she just left,” kazuha replies in broken sentences.

you sigh, defeated. checking your phone again, there’s a flurry of texts from the girl.

y/n 🤓 [4.16pm]:

open up

hey.

girl open up rn

hello??

are u srs

i’m gna break down ur door

yunjin 😍🥰 [4.47pm]:

OMGGG DONT DO THAT

im COMING

WAIT A MIN

ARE U WITH MY ROOMMATE?

glancing at the messages again, you decide it’s probably useless to reply and you turn off your phone, choosing to focus on the restless girl next to you. leaning back on the couch, you take the opportunity to admire her features. even in your haste, you managed to spot the sharpness of her collarbones and jawline. now, facing away from you, you could evidently see her broad shoulders and the bobbling of her throat when she swallowed.

damn, god did have his favourites.

“what are you majoring in?” you ask.

kazuha flinches slightly before answering, “dance.”

“oh, that’s…” you mumble lamely, “cool.”

she smiles, “what about you?”

she has a pretty smile too.

“bio medical.”

“you don’t look like a science person,” kazuha remarks. you can only raise an eyebrow. did she mean you look dumb? as if sensing your inner thoughts, she continues, “you look like you major in the arts.”

as you’re about to say something, the front door barges open, revealing a sweaty and panting yunjin who looks like she just ran a marathon. you scrunch your nose at the girl who only points an accusing finger at you, “choi y/n, you left me on read!”

raising your hands in mock innocence, “that’s not a crime.”

“it is when you’re corrupting my sweet zuha here!” yunjin exclaims, almost throwing herself over the coffee table into kazuha’s body. the girl jolts and swerves away as yunjin collapses on the couch.

“ew, you’re getting your sweat everywhere,” you huff, smacking yunjin on her back, “and i wasn’t corrupting anybody. i’m trying to have a nice conversation, right kazuha?”

the mentioned girl only nods hesitantly, her eyes wide and full of surprise. yunjin moans, “she told me she was going to shower and the next moment you text me. my roommate was naked and vulnerable and you’re a raging homo. i was connecting the dots!”

your entire face heats up as you recall the humiliating experience, probably worse for kazuha who looks like she’s about to faint.

“you didn’t connect shit!” you scoff as yunjin climbs onto you, gripping your hand. pushing her off and dusting your clothes, you flick her forehead, “i bought your things for you, so hurry up and pay me back.”

yunjin pouts, “isn’t my presence payment enough?”

you give kazuha the stink eye as she stifles a laugh.

“no,” you deadpan, “pay up.”

your best friend merely sighs and pulls out her phone, transferring you fifty thousand won. 

“anyway,” yunjin turns to kazuha cheerfully, “wanna stay for dinner, roomie?”

through an extremely awkward and silent dinner which mostly consisted of yunjin talking, you learn that due to some flight issues, kazuha could only attend school at its midpoint. even from a glance, you could tell the girl was timid and shy but the language barrier only further strained her social skills. additionally, she had been forced into rooming with yunjin. the shocked expressions she carried whenever yunjin did something strange only attested to her unfamiliarity with the girl.

despite their lack of closeness, yunjin still somehow manages to carry the conversation smoothly. you juggle between checking on kazuha and admiring your best friend’s ability to be so shameless.

“zuha,” yunjin mumbles through a spoonful of rice, “do you like blackpink? or are you a bts fan?”

you scoff at yunjin’s obsessive question. it was so evident that she wanted to ensure kazuha was a fan akin to her.

kazuha, however, brightens up and instead exclaims cheerfully, “i’m a blink!”

you can only guffaw at the incredulous look yunjin carries. 

“me too,” you say, filling in the previous silence due to yunjin’s despair, “i like jisoo.”

“really?!” kazuha gasps, “my bias is jennie!”

as you converse with kazuha about blackpink’s unfortunate absence, yunjin only grumbles and stuffs her face full of food.

it’s been a few weeks since you first met kazuha. yunjin constantly invites you over rather than going to your dorm because she needs her two favourite people in the same space or whatever. you’re pretty certain she said the same thing to chaewon the other day. the older girl had also been introduced to kazuha, albeit begrudgingly because according to chaewon, anyone that spends time with yunjin willingly was probably a spawn of the devil. you don’t necessarily disagree.

you spend your day studying and going to classes, and your nights playing mario kart and monopoly with your friends. yunjin had proudly declared friday to be the designated game night and somehow, chaewon managed to persuade another person into joining. just when you thought you would survive the hangouts, with the newest addition of sakura, who always beats yunjin and chaewon in video games, your chances of being able to hear diminishes every night. it’s something you can connect to kazuha with. the presence of the older japanese has gradually caused kazuha to warm up.

it’s a little silly how shy and sheepish the girl was at the beginning, but now after spending time with everyone, it’s normal to hear rapid fire korean erupt from her mouth. you often find her indulging in arguments with yunjin about the best ice cream flavour or which dog breed was the cutest. yunjin vouches for golden retrievers while kazuha vouches for samoyeds. you think they both remind you of puppies— overeager, almost towering puppies with too much energy.

if yunjin was loud, unashamedly herself, kazuha would be the opposite. you would see her staring into space, muttering to herself. it’s endearing watching how her eyes light up as sakura explains the basics of super smash bros to her. you learn that she didn’t have much of a free childhood, having to attend ballet lessons instead of going to sleepovers and playing video games.

“so you’ve never played super smash bros?” it’s funny the way kazuha cowers at the sight of sakura, who’s grasping her shoulders and shaking her intensely. as kazuha recovers, she mumbles feebly, “no… i didn’t even know it existed.”

her response only lights a fire within sakura who vows to make kazuha the best super smash bros player to ever exist. after her, of course. and somehow, it become a routine to also find sakura and kazuha huddled up in front of the television on the floor, both insistently smashing the buttons on the joycon. sometimes you stay and watch their games, other times you head into yunjin’s room to study. most of the time, you stay for dinner. chaewon has become expectant of your message popping up, reminding her that you won’t be home until after dinner. it’s normal that you would end up staying the night at yunjin’s now. yet, the close proximity with her roommate doesn’t aid you in your quest to befriend her at all.

almost every time you see her, it’s like meeting a distant relative. awkward. stifling. you’re always unsure of what to say. sometimes you wish you could run your mouth like yunjin, blabbing about random nonsense without any shame. but it’s difficult to talk to kazuha alone. at least in a group environment, you would have someone else to rely on.

you’re lounging on the couch again, biting the tip of your pen as you read through the numerous textbooks and notes for your upcoming test. too engrossed in your revision, you don’t notice the door swinging open.

hence, when a gush of hot air breezes past your ear, you jump. the fear dissipates any form of hesitance you have. swirling around, you clutch your chest as you reprimand, “don’t sneak up on me like that!”

kazuha only stares at you with wide eyes, a smug smile plastered across her face. you’ve seen her with that expression countless times now, always during game night when she wins second place in mario kart.

“are you studying?”

“yeah,” you scoff, still trying to calm your racing heart. your thick, black-framed glasses have almost slid down your nose entirely. pushing them up, you sigh, “back from practice?”

the girl nods. another new development. instead of joining the dance team— which you’re certain kazuha would be amazing in, she decided to join basketball with yunjin. a strange decision, no doubt, but the way yunjin speaks about kazuha during games makes it seem like she’s the next lebron. unfortunately your busy schedule hasn’t wavered at all, so you couldn’t attend any of their games this semester.

“yunjin tackled me today,” kazuha pouts. you allow yourself to pat her head encouragingly, “isn’t that a foul?”

“she said it was an accident,” the girl shrugs. it’s kind of believable. yunjin is clumsy and you have been on the receiving end of her tendency to fall on you. perhaps that was mistaken as a tackle.

you ruffle her hair, not minding the sweat dripping down from her bangs at all. it’s a little attractive seeing kazuha all sweaty.

“maybe it really was an accident,” you comment. kazuha’s face immediately turns sour. for a girl that is able to maintain her cheery look most of the time, seeing the drastic change in her facial expression makes you panic.

“ah… i meant…”

“why are you taking yunjin’s side over mine?” kazuha asks and god— you feel sorry for using his name in vain, but oh my god, kazuha whines. you’ve never seen her this way before.

you resist the urge to coo at her, knowing that she would only take it as an insult to her pride.

“yunjin’s clumsy,” you state, “and she wouldn’t harm you intentionally.”

kazuha turns away, still sulking, “i guess…”

she looks like a puppy who just received a scolding and if she had dog ears, they definitely would be drooping down now. you internally giggle at her cuteness.

“forgive the giraffe this one time, okay? i’ll scold her if she tackles you again,” you say, smiling. kazuha swerves back, nodding fervently, “yes, please do that.”

even though there’s barely an age gap between you and kazuha, you still feel a ravangeous need to protect the girl, as if she was a baby. sometimes you forget that kazuha’s not used to the culture here and you get to admire the childlike curiosity in her eyes. it’s an interesting sight to see, like she was experiencing her first life. you wonder, in the back of your mind, if you ever existed in her past ones.

there’s a lingering silence left after, almost a twinge of awkwardness in the air. you’re not sure what else to say to kazuha. but maybe she doesn’t feel the same— her body, lax, as she heads towards the washroom, humming what seems to be the melody of ‘playing with fire’. you laugh internally at her fanatic side. even if it’s not as overbearing as yunjin’s, kazuha definitely still is a dedicated fan. one time, you had to wake kazuha up from her nap, only to discover that her walls were lined with posters. maybe yunjin and kazuha bonded so easily over their love for their idols.

you hear the distant ruffling of the shower curtain and then the sound of water droplets splashing against the floor. leaning back into the couch, you try to resume your revision, eyes swarming over the textbooks sprawled all over. your efforts are fruitful, at first. at least you understand most of the content but eventually, your eyelids grow heavy and the muscles in your hand ache. taking a deep breath, you bring a sole textbook up, reading the paragraphs of definitions and explanations.

soon, your breathing turns slow and there’s an overwhelming need for your eyes to close. darkness fills your vision as your body slackens, sinking deeper into the softness of yunjin’s couch.

there’s a distant shuffling sound, far away from your ears. as you dream about emptiness, a warm embrace is thrown over your body, enveloping and engulfing your limbs in a tight hug.

sometimes you think that kazuha doesn’t like you. it’s a harrowing worry that creeps its way into your heart when kazuha sends you a hesitant smile after you had offered to go to the library together. it made sense to you— she needed to research something and you needed to complete your thesis. but that stupid smile followed by, “no, it’s fine. i’m meeting someone,” nearly breaks your heart. it’s a stupid feeling caused by an even stupider reason.

by no means are you jealous that kazuha’s going out with someone else, it’s just her rejection of you heading to the library together. why else would kazuha say no if she didn’t like you? was it that she couldn’t even bear the ten minute walk to the library? you had only swallowed harshly, trying to tide your tears over by looking back down at your textbook. yunjin’s in the kitchen, singing joyfully while she bakes a cake for whatever reason; you might have heard her mention that it was for somi’s birthday or whatever. thus, you can’t hide behind yunjin now.

you’ve never been so upset and bothered by a rejection before. and it was just a trip to the library together. yet, the feeling buries itself in your stomach, dragging it down into a bottomless pit while you bear it.

“have fun,” is what you reply. it’s dry but you can’t really bring yourself to act all excited and happy. just as kazuha’s about to leave, backpack in hand and her hair tied into two cute braids, she takes one look at you.

“are you okay?”

the concern in her voice feels uncomfortable, sheathing under your skin and prickling your veins.

“why wouldn’t i be?” you respond. kazuha only shrugs and waves goodbye while you resort to moping on the couch.

when yunjin calls for you to taste the cake, she doesn’t mention the hint of dried tears clinging below your eyelashes, only wrapping an arm around your shoulder and feeding you the dessert.

but she breaks the spell immediately when she blurts out, “cheer up, honeybun.”

“who the fuck is honeybun?” you retort, disgusted, momentarily forgetting about whatever had just transpired.

you hate early classes. the sun is barely up and you’re already trudging into the classroom, eyes barely open. it’s irrefutable that you got a ton of sleep last night, or last afternoon, but now you’re heading into the lion’s den. due to your unpredicted loss of consciousness, you didn’t have the time to watch any of the tutorials uploaded previously and hence, you didn’t know a single bit of the covered content.

just as you settle into your seat, yujin, one of your classmates, slides into the seat next to you.

“were you studying last night?” she asks. you only feel worse about your dark, sagging eyebags even though you got plenty of rest.

“yeah, kind of,” you answer noncommittally.

yujin sighs, running her fingers through her bangs, which are quite long now, “i think i’m screwed for this quiz.”

you slowly turn your head, a frown on your face, “…quiz?” the realisation sinks in, just like how your head slams onto the table. yujin, startled, quickly asks if you’re okay but all you can think about is the looming thought of the blaring red zero on your paper.

“i didn’t study anything!” you moan, voice muffled by the table. yujin winces, “well, at least we’re failing together.”

you flip over, staring at yujin. she seems a little different today. her previously long luscious hair had been trimmed to a shoulder-length shaggy cut. you recall that she had been dumped by her girlfriend, your senior, kim minju and yujin had gone through a phase of reinventing herself because— no way in hell am i going to let an aquarius ruin my life, yujin’s words. the more you think about it, the more sense it makes. after becoming single, yujin embarked on a self-discovery journey which you would describe as going to every single party and getting shit-faced. her previously brown hair was dyed back to jet black because apparently girls liked black hair now, according to yujin. you didn’t question it, but chaewon, who was also a friend of yujin’s, had nodded encouragingly and maybe you’re the only one who doesn’t get it.

the yujin you’re seeing now feels different.

“you like someone new?” you blurt out. yujin’s face turns into one of astonishment before becoming flustered.

“i— where, how— what do you mean?” she splutters. her nervousness only reveals the truth and you lean in closer, “who is it? are you over minju now?”

yujin covers her face and groans loudly, attracting the attention of neighbouring classmates who only glare at her.

“don’t tell anyone, okay?!” yujin demands, “not even chaewon unnie.”

“sure, i’ll keep it a secret.”

she turns around, checking if anyone was eavesdropping before whispering lowly, “jang wonyoung.”

you’re not super shocked. yujin definitely has a type.

“wow. good luck to you then,” you say, referring to the horde of fans the popular girl has. yujin only pouts before nudging you, “what about you? got your eye on anyone?”

your usual reply would be, “no, too busy.” you didn’t have time to daydream about anyone now and your social circle was small too. there wasn’t a high likelihood of you ending up with a crush. maybe eye candy at most. you had no one to even like. literally no one. you think in your head if there’s anyone that has caught your attention in particular. your mouth moves to respond robotically to yujin.

but something stops you from responding that way. a pictorial flash in your mind, just for a fraction of a second. you blink owlishly, and the image’s gone.

“maybe,” you say quietly instead, thinking about bright doe eyes and cherry blossoms.

kazuha’s first instinct when she hears a series of knocks and shouts from outside the apartment is to answer the door. her hastiness causes her to momentarily forget that all she had on was a towel wrapped snugly around her body, fresh out of the shower. she unfortunately doesn’t hesitate when her hands tug around the door knob, revealing a girl who nearly falls in.

“oh my god, i’m so sorry!” kazuha shrieked as the random girl toppled over, almost hitting her bare chest.

and due to her stunted ability to converse in korean, kazuha couldn’t express herself too well, opting for short replies rather than accidentally saying something wrong. hence, she chose to sit beside you, who she just learnt is her roommate’s best friend, without speaking a word. perhaps you were perturbed by the silence and decided to ease the tension by asking kazuha some basic questions. yet, when faced with your curious, bright eyes, kazuha had no words to say.

this went on for a few days. the first few times you came over, kazuha only watched you from her room (not in a creepy way! she was just shy) and never initiated a conversation. she managed to talk to you once. just once. alone— when you had stumbled into their apartment while kazuha was just finishing her workout. you mentioned that there was a storm going on outside and if you went back home, you would be drenched. kazuha would never want anyone to be sick and thus, she lends you her freshly washed clothes to wear since yunjin’s clothes were too big.

because of your height difference, kazuha’s clothes are still a little oversized but she thinks you look really cute in the university sweater. she had managed to strike up a conversation about your classes, learning that you didn’t really talk to anyone outside of your small social circle and most of your friends were introduced by yunjin. kazuha expects it, the taller girl was easily the most extroverted person she knew and the social butterfly had a ton of friends around campus. yet, kazuha’s still surprised that you didn’t have many friends— you were a really nice and pretty girl, so why wouldn’t people want to be friends with you? she chalks it up as them being intimidated by you, her being a victim as well.

but don’t worry, she’s no longer intimidated by your presence, just a little shy! sometimes you ask to walk together back to yunjin’s dorm, now unofficially yours as well considering the fact that you spend most of your days there instead of your own. kazuha has heard multiple calls from chaewon, demanding to know where you were and if you got kidnapped. she’s not extremely sure why you decide to spend both your weekdays and weekends in their dorms but she has humoured the thought that perhaps you and yunjin were dating. it would certainly explain why you looked so comfortable latching onto the taller girl and when it’s someone like chaewon touching you—

kazuha shakes her head, knowing that thought was incredulous. yunjin herself had told her so firmly and openly that nothing would ever happen between you and her but kazuha still held her doubts. most of the time, kazuha’s unable to reply to your remarks or quips, merely mumbling, “okay,” in the lamest possible way ever. she hates the way your smile drops ever so slightly and the furrow in your eyebrows but she genuinely has no idea how to talk to you.

like that one time, kazuha remembers vividly. lisa’s new song had just dropped and the moment your eyes met hers, you instantly started rambling about the music video. because of her vigorous training beforehand, kazuha barely heard a word you said and she wasn’t that confident with korean either to register the rapid-fire words battering at her.

“wait— can you stop?” the words had come out blunt and direct, definitely not her intention, but your facial expression had softened and you nodded bashfully.

kazuha didn’t want you to stop talking but apparently her words had the opposite effect since you had gotten up from the couch and sauntered off into yunjin’s bedroom.

left alone in the living room, she doesn’t realise that she basically chased you away due to her fatigue, not until you emerge from yunjin’s bedroom again to leave the apartment entirely.

“where are you going?” she blurted out.

you shrugged, “back to my own dorm. i wanna see chaewon.”

kazuha didn’t know what else to reply with, so she just left it as that. hours later, when yunjin comes back from eating dinner with the rest of the team (something kazuha has skipped out on to go home early instead), she gets a light scolding to think before she speaks. kazuha knows now that her words were careless and insensitive but she doesn’t want to blame it on the language barrier.

or maybe that other time when you initiated going to the library together. kazuha already made plans with this other girl in her class called minji and she didn’t want to invite you without minji’s approval first. so the best idea at hand was to reject your invitation, right?

wrong.

the dimmed look in your eyes causes guilt to gnaw in her chest and she instantly regrets her decision. the text message of you lying on yunjin’s shoulder, sent by her roommate, passed out and sleeping, only drives the feeling further. minji had nudged her, asking if she was okay. but kazuha merely nods, not knowing what else she would be— if not okay.

she gets this emotion sometimes; not overwhelming her body but it’s sort of like a quiet hum that keeps her in a trance. she doesn’t know what to call it but she realises it’s been happening around you lately. maybe kazuha just likes the comfort you bring, like an older sister. but it doesn’t feel the same with others. sakura, the closest person kazuha can call family, the feelings that come with her are like a warm embrace. it envelopes her into the feeling of being back home. home as in japan. with her lulling words of kazuha’s mother tongue, it transports her back to osaka.

or like with yunjin, who kazuha considers as one of her closest friends. she can’t call yunjin her best friend since she’s sure that spot is heavily guarded by you but yunjin definitely matters a lot to her. yunjin keeps her safe. she makes her feel comfortable. like a pet, almost? that one family dog that kazuha wishes could stay with her forever.

chaewon, kazuha thinks she’s like an older sister. protective and possessive, even though kazuha doesn’t know her very well. chaewon makes sure to take care of her and whenever she sees kazuha in the hallway, there’s a sweet smile on her face. the older girl also manages to always ask if kazuha has eaten or not, which kazuha appreciates greatly since she easily forgets her meals.

but with you, kazuha doesn’t understand anything. she can’t read you easily compared to yunjin who wears her heart on her sleeve. she knows when you’re upset though, and most of the time, it happens because of her. it’s difficult for her to predict your emotions. you make her feel risky. like she’s dangling on the edge of something, ready to fall any time now.

she gets this feeling when she leaves you alone on the couch. she gets this feeling when you leave her alone on the couch. somehow the couch is always involved.

she gets this feeling when she spots you walking out of the lecture hall, someone’s grip on your elbow and her body fitting snugly to yours. kazuha doesn’t know what to say. she just stares as you laugh at whatever the girl says. the girl’s tall, kazuha notes. her short dark hair framing her face perfectly and giving kazuha a good view of how attractive she is. her eyes are crinkled into an eye smile and her dimples are as deep as the ocean.

you don’t notice kazuha since she’s standing by a corner, wondering if she truly meant to witness this intimate scene between you and someone else. kazuha wonders if that girl is your girlfriend. she wonders why you always hang out at their dorm, despite having a girlfriend. she wonders if yunjin knows and has met your girlfriend.

(not that she’s jealous or anything! she’s just interested in your life! as a friend!)

that same night— a friday, kazuha might add, their friday, game night friday— you don’t show up. she’s been waiting for half an hour now, her eyelids heavy and about to close when yunjin hears her phone ping. kazuha snaps out of it as yunjin reads loudly for everyone to hear, “y/n said she’s not coming. something about having plans already.”

kazuha resists the urge to pout while sakura and chaewom both groan audibly.

“she couldn’t have said that sooner?” sakura grumbles while she starts the mario kart round, her joycon moving rapidly to select the stage. just as the light turns green, kazuha glances at your empty seat and suddenly, she gets that feeling again.

“must be yujinie,” chaewon remarks and kazuha suddenly strange. despite being in her own home, she feels unfamiliar. who is this yujinie? why did chaewon know her too? did everyone just know your girlfriend before she came? kazuha bites the inside of her cheek as she passes the finish line, a few seconds after sakura. in the background, she hears yunjin and chaewon arguing. it all becomes muffled once she stares at the untouched bowl of popcorn you would usually be eating.

she doesn’t know if it’s normal to feel this way— like her lungs are collapsing in on themselves and she can’t breathe properly through her nose. it is normal to feel this way? about a friend? were you even considered to be a friend? maybe an acquaintance at best? kazuha has no clue what’s going on. all of her emotions and feelings feel out of reach and she’s gasping for control.

“zuha, are you okay?” a warm hand lingers on her shoulder. kazuha looks up from her spot on the carpet. it’s sakura, whose face is full of concern while yunjin and chaewon are still bickering.

“yes, i’m fine,” kazuha tries to smile and she even responds in japanese, being as sincere as possible. sakura nods before saying, “you can tell us anything, okay?”

(“i did not cause you to become twelfth— you just suck at mario kart!”

“say that to the thousands of blue shells you threw! you knew i was in front of you!”)

kazuha sighs, “it’s okay. i can deal with it.”

she doesn’t think she wants sakura to know of her feelings yet. not when she doesn’t know anything herself.

the athletes running up and down the long expanse of the basketball court never fails to amaze you. their stamina is extraordinary, having to sprint laps like that would surely have you gasping for air. if you had to go through such a routine, it would definitely have you on a hospital stretcher at the end of the day.

your eyes trail to the group of girls, huddled together with enormous sign boards covered in an assortment of decorations. you recognise some of the names, mostly since yunjin likes to babble about her teammates. one even had yunjin’s name and a cut out of her face glued onto it— you would definitely make fun of her later for it.

“hey,” chaewon slides smoothly into the seat next to you, “how was class?”

you groan immediately just thinking about the horrendous tutorials you had to endure in the morning. at least it was a morning class which gave you the leeway to come watch yunjin’s first game of the season. and kazuha’s too, but you haven’t seen much of her recently. after what you would call the library fiasco, you decided that being angsty and upset over a simple rejection was too immature and childish. hence, it would be best for you to step away for a while, lest you say something rude to kazuha because of your inability to control your own emotions.

“choi y/n! kim chaewon!” your head swerves to face the court. yunjin’s hand is outstretched and waving excitedly at you two. guffawing, you wave back while chaewon rolls her eyes, “does she have to say our full names like that?”

just as your hand falls, kazuha walks up to yunjin, conversing with her in hushed whispers. yunjin instantly jumps, jogging away from the benches and towards the centre of the court. your heart accelerates when the doors bang open. the other university team strolls in, all with their chins high, dignified and confident. you can only hope that yunjin holds the same conviction. you don’t really pay attention to the other team warming up and luckily, you had brought your textbooks along. using the spare time, you skim through your notes again, until chaewon nudges you.

everyone on court was in position and once the whistle blows, yunjin jumps upwards, reaching out for the ball. your eyes widen as she basically levitates in the sky for a good five seconds— you didn’t know yunjin could jump so high. even with her height, she was two heads taller than the opposing player. cheers sound out from the stands and you can’t help but shout yunjin’s name.

you watch intently as yunjin dribbles the ball down the court, passing it between her teammates. just as she’s about to finish a layup, the opposing player leaps forward, blocking her attempt. chaewon lets out an undistinguished groan as yunjin scrambles to regain possession of the ball. suddenly, a blurry flash of blue, your school’s team uniform colour, passes by and snatches the ball. kazuha strides all the way to the other side with precision and grace, dodging all the defenders agily.

you remain mum when everyone else cheers for the rookie. within seconds, kazuha jumps, flicking the basketball towards the net. you hold your breath and only exhale when it swoops in. the stands erupt into hoots and hollers. the game continues with back and forths, both teams evening out with their scores despite the early lead. however, the balance doesn’t persist for long, since midway through, just when kazuha is about to score a three pointer, one of the opponents dives in to tackle her. you instantly jump out of your seat, eyes wide with worry as kazuha gets shoved to the floor, a loud thud echoing throughout the gym.

“dude— is she allowed to do that?” you ask chaewon in disbelief. chaewon shakes her head, her face equally full of concern. there’s an outcry of anger from the supporters, booing at the opposing team. kazuha’s still on the ground, her arm twisted unsightly.

“what a bitch!” chaewon yells as the offender smirks at kazuha, strutting away to sit down on a bench while her teammate runs into court. your eyes follow the bright red jersey, the back depicting the name ‘shin’ in bold white font along with the number nine. the foul play earns your team a penalty shot but kazuha’s taken off court to be assessed for injuries.

despite the ongoing game, you can’t take your eyes off kazuha. her limp body, defeated and disappointed, resting against the wall causes sorrow to engulf your heart. you hate how upset she looks. even chaewon’s shrieks and screams can’t distract you. soon, kazuha leaves the gymnasium entirely and you can’t help but want to go after her.

“oh, c’mon yunjin! that was an easy shot!” chaewon shouts, causing the girl mentioned to turn around and glare at her. the ball had rolled off the rim effortlessly and your heart stopped as the score tied once more. it was already in its last quarter and if your team had any hopes of winning, they would need to step up their game. as the seconds ticked by, the chance of victory dwindled and you could see the moral fading away from your team.

yet, out of nowhere, yunjin somehow manages to score a three pointer that flings your team into the lead.

“huh yunjin!” you holler as the stands rise to clap and cheer. chaewon does the same and the game ends with the team lifting yunjin’s lanky body up in the air, seemingly awarding her with the title of mvp. your best friend grins as she shakes the opponent’s hand and you swear she grips number nine’s hand a little tighter. while the team finishes up thanking the opponents, you head down from the stands towards the infirmary, leaving chaewon behind.

the hallway leading to the infirmary feels endless as your legs trudge through. you couldn’t sit still throughout the match but yunjin came first as much as you wanted to check up on kazuha. and anyway things were awkward now— it would make sense for you to remain in the stands.

swinging the doors open, you whip your head left and right, searching for the young japanese girl.

“y/n?” kazuha blurts out. she’s laying on one of the beds, arm wrapped in a cast that’s slung around her shoulder, “d-did we win?”

you want to laugh in disbelief at how kazuha cares more about the match than her broken arm.

“ninety two to eighty nine,” you repeat the scores, sitting down on one of the chairs next to her bed. kazuha frowns, “that’s not a huge difference.”

“no, but at least you won.”

the girl’s shoulders turn slack and she gazes at you with a downcasted expression, “barely. i thought yunjin would be able to pull ahead.”

“she scored the winning shot,” you offer half-heartedly, which at least manages to cheer kazuha up a little. she smiles reluctantly before furrowing her eyebrows at the cast again, “i can’t play for the rest of the season.”

you nod, “of course not.”

“that’s— ugh,” her head falls against the propped pillow, “that’s annoying. i’m gonna miss so much—”

“hey,” you interrupt, “you just have to focus on resting now. don’t think about what you’re missing out on.”

kazuha pouts. she pouts— and it’s maddening the way the sight of an upset kazuha tugs at your heartstrings. how was it possible for someone to have that much control over your emotions?

a moment of silence passes slowly as kazuha’s eyelids flutter shut. she must be tired, you infer. despite the little time she spent on court, the girl suffered a serious injury and required rest. just as you decide to stand up, kazuha’s voice halts your movement.

“why didn’t you come to game night?”

she sounds timid and worried, almost like the kazuha you met at first. you haven’t heard her this anxious in a long time.

“game night?” you repeat, tilting your head.

“y-yeah… on friday… we waited for you,” she trails off, willing herself to stare at the clenched fists bunching up the blanket resting on her lap rather than you.

you’re reminded of the night that you spent with yujin, coming up with different ways and strategies to woo jang wonyoung even though you knew she was too pussy to do anything.

“i was out with my friend,” you explain, “sorry for making you guys wait up.”

kazuha frowns. you hold back from reaching out to relax the furrow between her brows.

“yujin?” she asks, voice strained.

“mhm. do you know her?”

she shakes her head.

“well— yujin does robotics, so you probably never crossed paths before. she’s a good kid though,” you smile fondly, thinking about the girl. kazuha can’t stop herself from glaring at the adoring look in your eyes. you had seemingly brightened up at the mention of your friend and kazuha hates how she feels out of place even though it’s just you and her talking.

this whole situation should be familiar. you’re her roommate’s best friend. she should feel fine and comfortable carrying a conversation with you but she doesn’t.

“i think you guys would get along well,” you say, “she likes playing genshin— don’t you like it too?”

kazuha stuns. how do you know that she plays genshin? out of everything that you had to know about her, liking genshin impact was not one of kazuha’s get to know me facts! you probably thought that she was a loser now! only losers play genshin! she internally wails at the prospect of it.

“hmph… maybe,” she mumbles, the tips of her ears reddening. kazuha’s lucky that her long hair hides her embarrassment. you laugh at her response and kazuha gets that feeling again.

suddenly, your phone rings, indicating a call. you fish your phone out, grimacing at the contact before answering.

“choi y/n!” kazuha hears yunjin’s voice unabashedly shouting. she stifles a laugh as you wince.

“yes?”

“where are you?! we’re meant to be celebrating!”

your voice turns stern and steely (kazuha’s heart stutters in her chest a little), “i’m with your roommate, or did you forget that she got injured?”

“i— kazuha! oh shit, wait for me!”

the moment you end the call, kazuha lets out a giggle. yunjin was just so silly. she can’t think of a better roommate to be honest. even if she has the memory of a goldfish. kazuha has a lot to thank yunjin for, and as she gazes at you, grinning shyly at the reduced tension in the room from yunjin’s mere phone call, she suddenly feels a wave of gratitude.

thank you yunjin for giving her this opportunity to befriend you.

your blooming friendship with kazuha has ascended from mere acquaintances to a contender for yunjin’s best friend spot. the previous icy disposition prevalent had disappeared almost instantly after that basketball game. you spend most of your days on kazuha’s bed, not the living room couch. at first, it was because she had to watch this scary movie, courtesy of a bet made by chaewon, and she couldn’t do it alone. yunjin would be equally useless, so you took up her offer.

unfortunately she didn’t inform you that chaewon’s bet consisted of watching the whole trilogy at night. hence, you were subjected to watching three horror films at midnight. kazuha couldn’t really stay quiet and it wasn’t as if you could tape her mouth shut. so, you decided to help her by giving her your hand to squeeze whenever a jumpscare came on screen.

however, this situation was extremely bad for your heart.

the warmth emitting from her hold was enough to make you blush. not to mention the way her body would cave in, seeking comfort. the mere presence of kazuha made goosebumps rise along your skin.

your heart weeps in disappointment when kazuha’s touch leaves your skin, her hand flying out to cover her eye while her other rests in the cast.

(not because you wanted kazuha to keep touching you! covering her eyes was just a cowardly move! as chaewon’s roommate, you had to ensure that kazuha would adhere to the rules!)

anyway— through this one night, kazuha had somehow managed to get nightmares from the horror movie. you wondered how that was possible when she barely watched it. maybe a little. through the gaps in her fingers perhaps. due to this recurring nightmare that kazuha had, she couldn’t get any sleep at all. the next day you visited her dorm, she looked like a zombie.

hence, your disastrous plan of staying the night with kazuha to make sure she was safe from any ghosts!

it was the foreigner who brought it up at first, all shy and bashful and you couldn’t reject that sheepish expression. but maybe you should’ve, since instead of just being by her side at night, somehow you would end up cuddling. the cuddling wasn’t really bad… it was just that kazuha was handsy. incredibly so. you would wake up in the morning, hair tousled and drool across your cheek, and kazuha’s entire body would be embracing yours, like a koala. you weren’t too sure if the conscious kazuha would even do such a thing and you chalked it up to her sleeping habit.

every morning, you would have to carefully detach yourself from kazuha before heading to class, making sure not to wake the girl up. especially with exams round the corner, she definitely needed her sleep. if you weren’t watching movies, you would be studying. sometimes kazuha moans about music theory, stating that she should have just studied science and other times you grumble about ecology, wishing you took arts instead. eventually, a few weeks after that fateful movie night, kazuha finally got her cast removed and was back to feeling brand new. you had celebrated by watching high school musical and drinking, which was definitely the cause of your killer hangover the next morning.

“zuha! where’s my hoodie?!” you shriek, fighting against your pounding headache and rifling through the piles of laundry stacking up beside kazuha’s bed.

the girl groggily sits up from her sheets, eyes bleary, “huh?”

the sun’s barely out but you have an eight am class to get to and now you can’t find your hoodie! it’s your favourite one too! a black adidas hoodie! and if you don’t bring it to your morning class, you’ll freeze to death in the theatre! the hangover doesn’t help either.

“where is it? i brought it over last time,” you ask, facing the sleepy girl again. kazuha rubs her eyes, frowning, “i think in my closet?”

ignoring the urge to coo at her, you stride towards her closet, searching through. eventually, you do find your hoodie, all the way at the side, shoved in with a bunch of other clothes.

exclaiming in glee, you hurriedly pull it over your head and grab your bag.

“okay, bye zuha! love you!” you blurt out, kissing the top of her head and sprinting out of the dorm despite yunjin yelling for you to stay for breakfast.

it’s only when you reach your class that you realise what you’ve done. sweat dripping down your neck, you collapse in the chair, eyes wide and mouth agape at your own shamelessness.

“oh my god…!” you shriek as loudly as you can, muffled into the thick fabric of your hoodie. yujin slides into the seat next to you, blinking in surprise. you turn to her, distressed.

“are you…” she makes a bunch of vague gestures with her hand, “you look ten seconds away from having a stroke.”

you bury your head into your palms, fingers digging into your hair. yujin makes a noise of indignation.

“yujinnie, prepare my funeral for me.”

“what?!” the younger girl grabs your shoulders, shaking you roughly, “you’re dying?!”

“ugh, no!” you push her away, “i did something stupid.”

yujin stares at you before huffing, “if you’re just gonna sulk—”

“i kissed zuha on the cheek and said love you when i was leaving!” you splutter out. her eyes turn as wide as saucers, lips parting in surprise. “zuha? yunjin’s roommate? since when did you get so chummy with her? are you dating?”

you shake your head, biting the inside of your cheek in humiliation when you recall kazuha’s stunned expression, frozen on the bed.

“so… why’d you…” yujin stutters, “kiss her?”

groaning, you flop back onto the desk, limp with mortification. it’s almost a repeat of the incident when you first met kazuha. somehow, everytime you hung out with her, you would find a way to truly embarrass yourself. but maybe this one triumphs all other times.

“i don’t know! i was really hungover and she just looked super cute after waking up! i think it’s because we spent the night together so we got a little too domesticated… and it was just an instinctive reaction to do that! she was so pretty… and maybe i’m kind of in love with her but that’s not the point!” you whine.

it had never been stated so outrightly before. that your whole heart rested in the palms of kazuha. you had no idea when this crush, or adoration, for her started and it very well could have blossomed the moment kazuha opened that door for you. all you knew was that your love for her was like a tsunami, endless in its barrage. it explained all the feelings you felt for her; from jealousy to affection. she made you feel a whole spectrum. you wanted to know everything about kazuha. her likes, her dislikes, why she chose basketball over dance, why she enjoys video games so much (not as much as sakura though).

“you’re in love with her? girl what.”

“i know! oh my god— how am i gonna face her now?”

yujin guffaws, shoving your limp body away, “you’re such a mess. shut up and focus before you fail this semester. think about this later.”

you nod. yujin was right! you shouldn’t think about this now. it wouldn’t do you any good. currently, all you should think about is the looming examinations that will decide your future.

yet, the thought of kazuha still remains clear in your mind. halfway through the lecture, you nudge yujin’s side, whispering softly, “do you think zuha got uncomfortable with me doing that?”

yujin frowns, pushing her glasses up, “probably a little… unless she likes you back.”

unintentionally, a scoff escapes you. kazuha liking you back? no way. she wouldn’t even touch you with a ten foot pole if it wasn’t for her own comfort. the mere thought was preposterous. how could someone, as sweet as kazuha, as caring as kazuha…

she was the kindest girl you knew. you had forgotten all about the misfortune you faced at the start with her, writing them off as misunderstanding the girl. it was so apparent that kazuha had a heart of gold. and perhaps it was too easy for you to fall for someone like that. someone gentle and loving. maybe the furthest her love for you would be as a friend. you couldn’t assume that her actions were romantic. it would make more sense for them to be platonic.

you cuddle with yunjin too. you kiss chaewon on the cheek as well. you’ve spent nights talking to sakura. nothing about the things you’ve experienced with kazuha was strange or abnormal. well, except for the outrageous heart rate you had during those times.

sometimes when you wake up first, you prepare breakfast for yunjin and kazuha. and most of the time, when you’re flipping pancakes, firm arms wrap around your waist and a giant embraces your back. it would always be kazuha’s face that meets yours when you turn around. her goofy grin as she eyes the pancakes hungrily. you could imagine the ears flapping on those brown locks and the tail wagging excitedly behind her.

almost like an enthusiastic puppy that sees its owner for the first time. kazuha was innocent like that. she deserved a good person to take care of her. one that doesn’t have to contemplate their worth to her. maybe she does like you, but that would be a diabolical decision to make.

you sink further into your chair.

“you good?” yujin asks.

kazuha should not like you back.

“y-yeah. i’m fine.”

it wouldn’t be so bad if she did though.

truth be told, kazuha wasn’t really sure what changed overnight. she just had almost the best sleep of her life and suddenly, it’s the morning and you’re rushing out the door. the lingering warmth of your lips still resides freshly on her cheek and a delicious tingle sends shivers down her entire body as she remembers it so dearly. don’t even get her started on the way her heart had jumped in her throat when you said ‘love you’ to her. it was mystical the way she reacted to such words.

yet, it seemed like you had done a whole one eighty. instead of returning back to her like you should, kazuha never received any indication of you dropping by their dorm. she had eagerly waited for your arrival after your class and you were nowhere to be found. if anyone saw her then, they would immediately state that she looked like a wet dog. kazuha didn’t know what she’d done wrong. only that yunjin was equally bewildered.

“do you think i did something?” kazuha asks again over dinner and yunjin can’t really stand to be exasperated when her roommate stares so sadly at her food, not even eating.

“maybe she’s just in one of those phases again. it’s nearing exam season,” yunjin shrugs even though there’s insecurity in her answer, “she might just be busy.”

kazuha nods and it feels as if she’s trying to convince herself rather than acknowledge yunjin’s words.

“i’ll tell you if i get any news from her though,” yunjin offers and it brightens kazuha up enough for her to finally take a bite of her dinner.

things don’t really change even after a few days. yunjin just has a pitiful expression on her face when kazuha asks again and everything’s starting to look dull. she still has no clue what transpired in this situation. maybe it really was that morning when you kissed her. how could you be the one avoiding her if you kissed her first? kazuha huffs, stomping her feet as she thinks about it. she should really be focusing on her thesis right now but her mind likes to wander and more often than not, the main protagonist in her brain is you.

the fact that you don’t share any subjects together only further wedges a gap between you and kazuha barely spots you in the hallways. based on what chaewon’s told her, you’ve only been staying in your room, even avoiding going to the library or cafes in fear that kazuha might be there! now that was just too over the top. the next time kazuha sees you, she’s going to explode.

additionally, to add to the things that do not quell kazuha’s frustration, you’ve become increasingly close to this yujin girl. kazuha currently has all her friends on lookout, searching for your whereabouts and almost all of them have reported sightings of you with this tall girl with dark shaggy hair and kazuha knows that’s ahn yujin. back when she still had you to cuddle, you would sometimes bring up yujin despite the scowl on kazuha’s face. the mere mention of her name was enough for kazuha’s blood to boil so imagine seeing you with her! when you were meant to be cuddling with kazuha! life was so unfair.

kazuha wants to pull out all her hair when she finally sees you for the first time in weeks and no surprise, yujin’s latched onto your side like a hopeless dog.

(she ignores how she may have, very well, looked the same once.)

she watches pathetically as you stroll by, not even sparing a glance at her and maybe if she listened close enough, she could hear her heart shattering into shards. now kazuha just feels silly. she’s tried everything (no, not really, it’s an exaggeration) for you to notice her but nothing seems to work. maybe she’ll just corner you in your dorm room, where you can’t escape.

at that very moment, a lightbulb flickers on.

kazuha sprints, her long legs striding towards the direction of the dormitories, eyes blazing with a newfound determination.

kazuha [3.14pm]:

pls lock urself in ur room

just for a few hours

chaewon [3.15pm]:

is this about yn?

okie sure~

kazuha [3.15pm]:

thanku (´▽｀)

the moment she reaches your dorm, she’s panting heavily and she needs to rest her body against the hardwood door to catch her breath. no doubt she reached before you and as she knocked, chaewon grimaces at her but still opens it wide enough for her to enter.

“good luck,” is all she says before clicking her bedroom door shut. kazuha has a few minutes to spare, so she takes a good look around your apartment. for the amount of time you spent in hers, she hasn’t done the same. it’s an unfamiliar territory that kazuha has to become well-versed with. a whole wall was filmed with polaroids and pictures, all taken throughout your college life. her eyes fall from one of yunjin to a blurry film photo. it’s a little hazy but the people inside are still clear enough to be identifiable. kazuha knows that’s her. and the person she’s wrapped around is you.

she doesn’t remember this photo being taken but the surroundings are evidently her dorm, so it could only mean that yunjin took the photo. but for you to get it developed… kazuha hasn’t understood the significance of her friendship to you until now. it’s slightly jarring to be frank but a sense of relief settles within her.

her head swings back when the door clicks open.

“oh.”

you stare at kazuha with widened eyes.

“sorry, chaewon unnie let me in.”

you clear your throat, coughing slightly, “ah, yeah. i just… wasn’t expecting for you to be here.”

kazuha cocks an eyebrow at you, “not done avoiding me?”

“uhm, what… haha, no… i wasn’t avoiding you.”

“really?”

you nod stiffly, “yup. just busy. busy with schoolwork. y’know, biomed’s a hard curriculum.”

“of course,” kazuha states, “let’s catch up now then. you have free time, right?”

there’d be no use denying that to kazuha, so you accept your fate by sitting down on the couch. the fabric feels foreign after spending most of your days in yunjin’s dorm.

“so… what’s up?”

“explain why you’ve been avoiding me.”

“i just told you i haven’t…”

the look kazuha gives you says, ‘come on,’ and you sigh, knowing that there wasn’t any way out of this. at best, you would be able to move on without ever speaking of this again, and at worst, you would be thoroughly humiliated. at least it was just the two of you now, so maybe your embarrassment wouldn’t be as bad?

“well, uhm,” you look away from kazuha’s intense gaze, “for starters, i was really embarrassed after that incident in the morning…” your voice trails off awkwardly as kazuha’s eyes light up in recognition.

“why? it wasn’t weird for me.”

“no? it wasn’t?” you ask, surprised. kazuha shakes her head and it gives you the slightest bit of confidence.

you try to keep your voice steady, “okay but other than that, i kind of… i haveamassivecrushonyou.”

“what?! say that again,” she demands, now facing you directly and you shut your eyes, already feeling the tips of your ears heat up rapidly.

“i kind of have a massive crush on you. i’m sorry! if i stayed friends with you it just felt like i was taking advantage and i wouldn’t want to do that to someone i like.”

she doesn’t respond for a few seconds and instantly you think she’s gotten up and left. surely this would be weird for her, right? her roommate’s best friend suddenly saying that she’s been crushing on her— why did you even say that out loud to her?!

when you open your eyes, you find kazuha staring at you with a flabbergasted expression that quickly morphs into exhilaration. she lets out a breathy laugh, one that echoes in your ears endlessly, “i’m so happy.”

“what?” you ask, confused.

she repeats slowly, “i’m so happy.”

“…why?”

kazuha rolls her eyes playfully, “i have a crush on you too. why do you think i said i didn’t mind the kiss? or your profession of love?”

you blush furiously, “that was not a profession of love. more like a slip of the tongue. never going to happen again.”

she shakes her head, a grin gracing her lips, “well, it was really cute.” kazuha leans in close, mockingly poking at your maroon-stained cheeks, “are you flustered? did your heart flutter because of me?”

swatting her hand away, you scoff, “don’t flatter yourself too much.” it’s an incredible contrast of your true feelings.

“i really thought you didn’t like me,” you pout, thinking of all the times kazuha would unintentionally reject you.

the japanese girl winces, “not my best moment but i do like you, if that wasn’t clear enough. so, are we dating now?”

you place your palms against her broad shoulders, pushing her away slightly before she sends you into a heart attack.

“o-okay.”

“hm? what’s that? i didn’t hear you.”

“shut up, zuha.”

“hey, i thought you liked me. why are you being so mean?”

later on, when chaewon finally emerges from her room, she finds two figures cuddled up on the couch, both clinging onto each other. her first instinct is to cringe, and her second is to snap a photo to replace the one currently on the wall.

🎙️ author’s note: not super fond of the ending but it’s literally 3am and i can’t be bothered sorry guys maybe i’ll change it one day but i need to sleep now. hope you enjoyed the fic nonetheless!