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what a flirt — SOPHIA LAFORTEZA PART 3.

synopsis: sophia, your bandmate, is a natural flirt. you can't help but crush on her-but are the feelings reciprocated?

pairings: sophia laforteza x 7th member!reader

disclaimer: slightly angsty, fluff, some suggestive indications, swearing, this is part 3! you can read part two here, and part one here! 🤍

10 o’clock in the morning in your manager’s tinted, white van on the way to your group’s performance—that’s where you were when it happened.

something felt off when you woke up that day. you tried convincing yourself you had just woken up on the wrong side of the bed, but the feeling lingered.

you had stayed up late the night before, though. lara convinced you that partying the night before one of your busiest days would be fun. the two of you weren’t part of the scheduled live that day, and felt like fresh air might be good for you both.

that didn’t turn out well for either of you—you were the one dragging her into her bed at 2 in the morning.

your eyes were puffy, your throat a little sore, and your body aching. your phone was buzzing over and over. the exhaustion in you was too much to think about checking it, though.

you pulled yourself out of bed with any energy left.

bringing yourself to the kitchen, you looked for your coffee from sophia. for once, it wasn’t there.

even after everything, there wasn’t a day where she’d miss bringing you a cup. that medium-sized, white cup felt like the only bit of your relationship left.

it was weird, especially for someone like sophia laforteza. she was always on top of things. she wouldn’t forget—it would have to be on purpose.

at that moment, though, you didn’t care. the indifference from sophia over the weeks had become something that only upset you. seeing she gave up just made you feel even more defeated.

you ended up making yourself coffee in just enough time before having to leave. megan was practically hauling you out the door.

you were the last of the group to get in the car. you sat next to lara so you could comfort her hangover.

“never let me have that many shots again. seriously,” she groaned, “you have my full permission to slap me.”

“lara raj!” you laughed.

“you think i’m joking—but i’m so fucking serious right now.”

as her breath hitched, your phone buzzed again. you’d tuned it out for a while, but it was nonstop now. like a warning.

as much as you wanted to continue ignoring it, your instinct was to pick it up.

“uh, y/n, have you checked twitter today?” megan turned from her seat to ask you, in a quiet voice.

her eyes flashed a few times at sophia, who was lost in the music blaring through her headphones.

you saw it then.

the clips. the comments. the videos you were being tagged in. the trending hashtags.

just you. and sophia.

“oh my god.”

your heart sank. the car’s air felt humid now, muggy. sophia, only a few seats away, felt closer than ever.

lara was peering over your shoulder at that point, curious as ever. “wait, what’s—oh. shit.” her voice became gloomy.

your fingers moved without your head’s guidance, continuing to scroll through everything people had to say about you both.

user e: just kiss already omfg

user f: this is my toxic yuri because wtf is happening between them

user g: she’s liking old edits and staring at her like that’s her wife like guys WAKE UPP

user h: sophia is so down bad. y/n has this girl wrapped around her finger

before, it was always about the way you looked at her. but now? they think she’s in love with you. for once, it wasn’t about your face.

eyekons started resurfacing old clips of sophia’s “crush” on you. and you saw it too.

the moments between you two felt real again—just like they did before your confession.

sophia, the same sophia who had been acting so casual towards you, was staying up late watching moments of you two online. being open about her love for you again.

the grudge was still there, though. you felt out of control of yourself, emotions rising. it was all built up at that point.

the way you let it all sit because of her. letting her keep the “status quo” if that’s what she wanted.

because it was her—she still had her control over you. you were still in love with her.

that confession was an accident at that moment, but it was a reflection of your true feelings.

you peeked at her. more than once. it was impossible not to look. she had to know about this too.

“y/n, no,” megan said sternly.

you tapped her. twice.

the look in her eyes hurt. she looked unaware. it wasn’t a mask this time. her headphones fell slowly to lie on her shoulders.

“yeah?” she asked.

lara tugged on your sweatshirt, like she was trying to get you to stop.

“why didn’t you tell me?”

it was less of a question, more of a demand.

“tell you what?” she asked innocently.

megan’s eyes were begging you to set this aside. at least for the car ride.

you felt so angry — you just needed an answer. then you would forget it, all of it. forget her.

“stop avoiding it, fia. seriously!”

your voice got louder, but her nickname was the thing that stuck out most. her eyes flinched, in the same manner as when you first confessed during the livestream.

“you want me to say it right here? in front of everybody? that’s what you think is a good idea?”

you knew she was right.

“we’re here,” your manager called to you all from the front seats.

“just tell me if i was crazy for—” the car door flew open. there it was.

the fans. the lights. the cameras.

the tension flowing throughout was the most clear thing captured.

megan led the way out, pulling yoonchae with her. finally listening to your head, you dropped your gaze to the ground. lara helped you hold your ground by walking in between you and sophia.

“sophia!” a fan yelled. as laforteza turned her head, so did you. responding like you were one with her.

once you all were in the studio, you walked away from her immediately.

not in public. not here.

for once, she was chasing you, though.

“y/n, listen,” she adjured.

“no, not now. seriously,” you implored. “avoid it just this once. that should be easy for you.”

“it’s not. i wanted to tell you. i did—”

“oh, yeah? is that so?”

“i was scared, y/n.”

“so was i. i was in love with you, fia.”

she went silent. her face mirrored the way she looked the first time she heard that.

before she could even open her mouth, you were being dragged to a makeup and hair room.

it went so quick. the moment was a complete blur. your heart was pounding, your palms felt sweatier than ever, and your stomach was compressed.

“y/n?” your manager’s voice practically turned you outwards.

“you’re done. please get changed. you’re on in five.” you nodded rapidly, like you had something to prove.

thank god your outfit was loose—your whole body was curling inward.

your mic was put on quickly by the technicians, running with you to the starting positions.

“countdown starting. places, everyone!”

as the ear monitor counted you down, you felt yourself breathing.

the one place you felt normal was on stage.

if you didn’t, you never would’ve done any of this. there were so many moments when you wanted to quit.

but there were two things that kept you going: the stage, and your best friend, sophia laforteza.

since you lost one, you held onto the other like it was your lifeline.

the music began. your body followed.

it was complete muscle memory for you. making eye contact with the cameras, shining a smile, and showing the charm that makes everyone fall in love with you.

and there it was—out of the corner of your eye, you saw her. glancing at you. the first time you caught it while it was happening.

it didn’t stop you, though. you didn’t let her control you in that moment.

but when you made direct contact in the choreography, it was impossible not to dive into her eyes.

they were full of adoration. like they were screaming out to you—i’m sorry. you knew her. you could tell what she wanted to say.

you couldn’t help but smile. no matter what you felt, you were weak for her.

and that look—the way she looked at you like she would give the whole world for you—it made you feel okay.

it made you feel like it was real this time.

once the lights drew dark, you grabbed her hand. megan seemed to notice and decided to buy time for the two of you.

you tried to speak first, but she wouldn’t let you.

if anything would be okay, she knew she had to say it first.

“i didn’t know how to tell you,” she looked down.

as confident as the girl is, she’s only ever this shy around you.

your heart wanted to explode.

“…that i’m in love with you too.”

it stung in the best way.

the weight of the world flew off of you, and it was just the two of you again.

just like how it used to be.

when you used to imagine this moment, you expected yourself to be more nervous. however, you just felt safe with her.

you couldn’t care less about anything else. this moment was about sophia, and no one else.

“i didn’t know how to show you, because i’ve never felt this way about anyone,” she purred.

“i’m sorry for hurting you. really.”

her face was desperate, waiting for your words. there wasn’t anything you could say to express how you were feeling.

you just needed her to stay.

close.

just with you this time.

without realizing it, you had inched closer to her.

her shaky breath played in your ears, her hands reaching for your waist, and her lips glimmered at you.

you leaned in, gently bringing your lips to hers.

the taste of her lip gloss lingered in the air.

the type of kiss that took over your whole body.

her touch was kind.

she only moved her hand carefully to caress you, her thumb brushing up and down your lower back.

slowly, you parted.

her smile agreed with all of your thoughts. you both wanted to stay like that.

“does this mean you’re mine now, y/n?” she winked at you.

“god, you’re such a fucking flirt, you know that?” she laughed and pulled you closer for another kiss.

“yeah, but you like it,” she giggled.

she was right. you did.

—

sophia was very blunt about her love for you afterwards.

she made it very clear that you were hers.

there were little moments where she caught herself calling you baby on camera, or kissing your cheek in videos.

obviously, eyekons were crazy about the two of you.

and of course, megan was even more insane than before. she convinced herself she was the reason you ended up together —and she’s too cute to argue with.

in no way were things the same, but it felt a lot like it used to.

sophia’s moments of affection became extra personal.

she started writing you little notes all the time. you kept some on your mirror. one read, “my beautiful girlfriend!!!!! i love u always bb. -fia.”

you even started learning tagalog for her.

of course she taught you all the swear words, but it was also her favorite thing to flirt with you in tagalog.

it was like your ‘secret code.’

the others were totally aware, though.

“insane type of foreplay if you ask me,” lara laughed.

in every sense, you were devoted to her.

sophia laforteza had you intoxicated with her presence, but you couldn’t care less.

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a/n: ahh!! i can’t believe this fic is over ! i loved writing this for you guys so i hope u all enjoyed it as much as i did :) thank you so so much for all of the support, i srsly love u guys

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avanzinii · 7 days ago

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god lara raj is so fucking attractive its making me wanna rip my hair out

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avanzinii · 8 days ago

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and we need part 3 plsss

part 3 soon trust 🫡🫡

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avanzinii · 8 days ago

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why was pt2 basically pure angst 💔💔js say u hate all of us

BYE NO ILY GUYS dont worry itll be worth it in the next part 🫣

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avanzinii · 9 days ago

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what a flirt — SOPHIA LAFORTEZA PART 2.

synopsis: sophia, your bandmate, is a natural flirt. you can’t help but crush on her—but are the feelings reciprocated?

pairings: sophia laforteza x 7th member!reader

disclaimer: slightly angsty, fluff, some suggestive indications, swearing, this is part 2! you can read the first part here 🤍

as soon as the words left your mouth, your body froze. absolutely and completely frozen.

it felt like you weren’t in control of yourself. you wouldn’t have said that so bluntly—especially on a live with thousands of people watching.

your mind was blank, your hands were stuck in hair, and your mouth was left hanging open. you knew where you were, physically, but you felt as if it were just you and sophia in that room.

her face was still. her eyes winced a little at first out of shock. it was obvious she was struck as well.

however, her instincts kicked in before yours. she quietly laughed and sat up, looking at the others again.

“lovebirds,” manon joked. while their faces didn’t show it, it was clear to you that manon and megan felt the tension too.

megan was holding in her giggles, of course. part of you wondered if this was part of her plan.

either way, your stomach was in a knot. you focused for the sake of the live, but your face was hot and your hands were restless.

you pushed yourself to act like everything was normal—to act like you didn’t confess that you were in love with your best friend and bandmate.

after that, megan held the ipad for most of the live. she tried not to make it obvious she was scrolling past the comments on you and sophia, but you could tell.

it felt like every three lines was a new comment about ‘sophy/n.’ you knew this wouldn’t be the worst of it either. social media would be hell soon enough.

the live didn’t last that much longer—long enough for it to not be suspicious, but short enough you could hide immediately after.

“okay, bye eyekons!” megan smiled as she reached to turn off the screen. nothing was said right after, which was unlike normal.

usually, you would laugh together about the stupid things you all said, but this time it was just quiet.

“it’s late, isn’t it?” sophia said. her hand reached to her mouth as she shut her eyes to force a yawn. “you guys can stay up, i’m going to sleep.”

just like that, she had run off to her room.

nothing. not a word. no comment on your live confession of love. just gone.

“did i miss something?” manon turned to you.

a sigh drew itself out of you. “i don’t even know.”

“y/n has a huge crush on sophia,” megan beamed.

“megan!” you gasped, playfully slapping her.

“what? it’s obvious now!”

all you could do was sit with a defeated look on your face. everything was happening so quickly, and your thoughts were racing even faster.

“whatever happens, we got you,” manon said. she stood up to pull you to her, but your body felt weak.

the moment you fell into her arms, your eyes spilled out tears. completely sobbing—snot dripping onto her shirt.

“oh y/n, baby,” megan cooed.

you pulled back from manon’s embrace, smiling. “it’s okay, i think i’m just going to sleep now,” you said.

they nodded. normally, they’d badger you to stay longer, but this was different.

as your bedroom door clicked shut, you fell to your knees. it all came rushing back.

every “what if” moment made you feel stupid. you questioned how you could even let yourself hope that you had a chance with her.

to her, you were simply just a friend.

who knows if you were even a best friend—it was impossible not to question that in that moment.

face completely damp and stained with makeup, you felt so broken.

you were losing your best friend over an accidental confession.

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the next few weeks were rough, to put it simply.

the day after the livestream, twitter broke out into chaos. eyekons were debating whether the moment was purely you two “committing-to-the-bit,” or if you were genuinely in love with each other.

user a: there’s no way that was a joke did you see y/n’s face 😭

user b: u guys are acting like this is new for them, sophy/n has always been like this bro

user c: they flirt but that… was a new level for them

user d: god forbid girls wanna joke with their friends

however, the worst of it wasn’t social media.

sophia tried to act like nothing had happened. tried acting like the whole world didn’t stop.

no anger, no resentment, no nothing.

she still made you breakfast the way you liked. on saturdays, she still bought you your coffee order. at practice, she still left an extra water bottle—unbeknownst to her that you only ever wanted extra water to see her.

the only thing actually different was her flirting. she stopped flirting with you completely.

it’s not like she owed you that, but you couldn’t help but feel hurt.

her compliments were simply professional after the live. when asked about you in an interview, she replied, “y/n is a beautiful person.” she paused. her breath lingered. “inside and out, she’s amazing,” she finished.

hearing her call you beautiful was a deep cut. it didn’t matter if it was just for the camera to you. it was the closest you felt to her again.

every gesture of hers you took with gratitude, but you couldn’t help that part of you yearned for more.

her affection was the only thing that could fill the empty feeling inside of you.

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next part

a/n: thank you guys sm for the support on the first part oh mygod 😭 made my week ily guys

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risk it all (lara raj x reader SMAU)— chapter 02

when katseye first debuts, lara makes a stan twitter account solely to spy on eyekons and interact with them without revealing her identity. you and her have been moots for months, only ever interacting on the tl. on a whim, you decide to do a face reveal for eyekon selca day and lara falls in love immediately. there are only a few problems: you have no idea who she actually is, you’re with a girl who doesn’t deserve you, and to top it all off, you’re a manon bias. she isn’t even your bias wrecker. oh, she knows she’s cooked.

02. katseye selca day

a/n: so happy so many like ppl like this series so far :) tldr: this series will be a lot slower in terms of upds jus bc i havent worked on it as much as i did w PET (i wrote that in its entirety n then posted)! but this au is a work in progress so plss be patient friends! <3 (ALSO ignore how reader does not actually show their face LMAOOO i dont rlly do faceclaims so jus use ur imagination idk it's an au)

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risk it all (lara raj x reader SMAU)— chapter 01

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avanzinii · 10 days ago

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favorite eyekon writer rn guys GO SUPPORT

— ✩♬ ₊˚. billie bossa nova ⭑ D.A

˚⟡˖⋆ synopsis you're not supposed to fall for someone who never stays, but daniela keeps making it feel like maybe she might.

disclaimer: daniela avanzini x fem! reader, suggestive…a little, u and dani are hook up buddies…yay 🤗, a little fluff

currently playing: billie bossa nova - billie eilish

you knew what it meant when your phone buzzed past midnight.

no greeting. no explanation. just a dropped pin, a suite number, and a time.

it’s always like this with daniela. clean, wordless, purposeful. she never says she misses you. she never admits she’s been thinking of you for days while doing press junkets or rehearsals across the country. but that’s what this is, isn’t it? a confession in coordinates. an invitation written in silence. a soft command.

tonight’s hotel is even nicer than the last. sleek, modern, draped in white and gold like it’s pretending not to be indulgent. you pass through the lobby like a shadow, neither acknowledged nor stopped. your name is already on the guest list. a courtesy, no doubt arranged hours earlier by her manager, her assistant—someone who doesn’t ask questions. someone who thinks you’re a stylist, or a friend.

when the elevator doors close, you take a breath.

because it’s not just lust that makes your hands tremble. it’s the quiet thrill of being chosen again. it’s how every time she calls, she’s not supposed to, and you’re not supposed to answer.

but you do. you always do.

the hallway is quiet. suite 2006. you knock once, she opens immediately. and just like that, the world narrows.

daniela’s in silk. pale champagne-coloured, thin straps slipping down her shoulders like a secret she’s already halfway ready to tell. her hair’s up, loose curls framing her cheekbones, and there’s a glass of red wine in her hand that she abandons on the console the moment you step inside.

she closes the door behind you and leans in close, her voice brushing your skin before her lips do.

“took you long enough,” she says softly, but her mouth is smiling against your jaw. “i was starting to think you’d forgotten how to follow instructions.”

“not a chance,” you murmur.

there’s no rush. there never is. daniela is precise. she takes her time. with her, foreplay is an art form, the way her fingers brush your back as she walks by, the way her perfume lingers when she passes you the wineglass, the way she looks at you over the rim of her drink like she’s memorizing your shape.

you talk for a little while. or, rather, you flirt through half-sentences and inside jokes no one else knows exist. you sit near each other on the couch, your knees grazing hers, and her hand resting on your thigh like it was always meant to be there. outside, the city stretches out beneath the balcony, glowing and oblivious.

she touches your cheek. “you look good.” “so do you.”

“i’m serious,” she says, eyes soft now. “you look like trouble.”

“and you look like someone who likes it.” daniela hums in approval and leans in.

the kiss starts slow. careful. like she wants to savor it. but it deepens fast, as it always does, all need and urgency, as if she’s trying to drink you in. her hands find your waist, your neck, your back, pulling you onto her lap, her body a magnetic force you’ve never been able to resist.

the wine is forgotten. the city noise fades. all that’s left is her. her hands, her lips, her sighs in your ear when you whisper her name like it’s holy.

you make it to the bed, eventually. clothes scattered like petals. sheets tangled. her breath catching when you laugh against her throat. she holds you like she can’t help it.

and maybe she can’t.

her fingers trail along your jawline, down your neck, teasing every sensitive spot she knows will make you shiver. her lips brush your earlobe, and she whispers, “i want you, all of you.”

you shiver at her words, heat pooling low in your belly as she presses soft kisses along your collarbone and chest, every touch setting fire to your skin.

her hands roam under your shirt, palms warm and sure, while her mouth traces slow circles on your sternum. you arch into her, needing more, craving her touch like air.

she grins against your skin, biting lightly as she trails downward, hands slipping beneath your waistband with expert ease. your breath hitches, fingers tangling in her hair as she takes her time, savouring every inch, every gasp, every whispered plea.

you pull her up for a fierce kiss, tongues dancing, teeth grazing, both of you melting together in a rhythm only you two understand.

you wake to the weight of her body curled against yours, her breath warm and steady on your neck. you reach back, fingers brushing the soft curls that spill over her shoulder.

“stay,” you whisper.

her lips twitch into a smile. “i wish i could.”

you turn to face her, tracing her cheek with your thumb, memorizing the curve of her mouth, the softness in her eyes that she rarely shows anyone else.

she catches your hand, holding it to her chest where you can feel her rapid heartbeat.

you could stay like this forever. but you won’t.

her arm tightens around your waist. “you leave early, right?”

“before housekeeping. like always.”

a pause.

“i hate that,” she says, almost too quietly.

you don’t answer. because what would you even say?

this is the arrangement. unnamed, unclaimed, but undeniably real in the dark. you both agreed, no expectations. but lately, the lines blur. the silences hold weight. the kisses last too long. she watches you like she doesn’t want you to disappear. and you feel it, deep in your chest, every time she lets go first.

she turns to you, her brow furrowed like she’s thinking too much again.

“do you ever think about what this would be like if…” she trails off.

“if?” you echo.

“if i weren’t…me. if you weren’t just…in hotel rooms.”

you don’t answer right away. instead, you reach for her hand, lacing your fingers through hers.

“i think about it more than i should,” you admit.

she nods, staring down at your hands like they’re dangerous.

“me too.”

“tell me you want more than this,” you say, voice barely audible.

she sighs, a mix of frustration and longing. “i want everything. but i’m too afraid to ask for it.”

you lean in, kissing her gently, promising with your lips what words can’t yet say.

“it’s not real, but i’ll try to pretend…”

the sun starts to rise. the light creeps in slowly, wrapping everything in amber. you sit up, pulling the sheets around your chest, looking out toward the city. daniela moves behind you, her hand resting on your back.

“i have a flight at eleven,” she says. “i know.”

“i’ll text you.”

“you always do.”

you dress slowly. she watches. you don’t say goodbye when you leave. she never walks you out. but you both linger in the doorway a second too long.

and as you step back into the elevator, heart heavy but still glowing, your phone buzzes.

a message, already. no words. just a pin. a city you’ve never been to, you smile.

because she doesn’t belong to you.

but somehow, she still keeps calling you home.

a/n: another dani fic act surprised 😱 it was only right to post this today for her birthday

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avanzinii · 10 days ago

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was gonna post for dani day but couldnt finish smth in time 💔…but anyways HAPPY BDAY DANIELA AVANZINIII <3 ilysm

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what a flirt - SOPHIA LAFORTEZA

synopsis: sophia, your bandmate, is a natural flirt. you can’t help but crush on her—but are the feelings reciprocated?

pairings: sophia laforteza x 7th member!reader

disclaimer: slightly angsty, fluff, some suggestive indications, swearing

your relationship with sophia has always been blunt.

as crazy as it may sound, love at first sight was very real for the two of you. since the moment you saw her during dream academy auditions, you knew you wanted her.

you couldn’t help but stutter over your words and turn bright red meeting her for the first time—it's embarrassing really.

the feelings only grew as time went on. you spent every single day of your lives together. the sweat, tears, and pain of practice were exhausting.

the good news? sophia laforteza was outgoing and charming, so your friendship came quickly. soon enough, the burden of training felt lighter with a best friend to share it with.

things came easy when you were around her. suddenly the dreadful mondays weren't so terrible, and the late night rehearsals were exciting.

however, your friendship wasn't the only thing that moved quickly—your feelings grew stronger by the day.

maybe it was the way her hair looked pulled back, or how she always seemed to look at you more than anyone else.

whatever it was, sophia laforteza had completely stolen your heart.

you tried really hard to avoid it at first. you tried convincing yourself it was just a "friend crush," or that you just really admired her dedication. but every excuse wasn't landing, and your heartbeat kept increasing around her.

sophia was a natural flirt, though. and she had a tendency to show this side to about anyone she was friends with.

it was inevitable for your head to spin when she called someone else pretty. you couldn't help but feel slightly upset. why would she think of someone else like that?

logically, you knew she only saw you as a good friend. emotionally, you craved for her to be more.

and when both of your names were called to be a part of katseye, it struck you how bad this would be for yourself.

you were now stuck by a contract to be next to this girl for years of your life. i mean, what could go wrong?

——

now it's june of 2025—katseye is prospering and you've managed to keep your crush a secret.

for the most part, that is.

there were the occasional comments from fans about your lingering eyes or the way you gravitated towards her, but nothing too serious.

there was also megan, who knew about the whole thing.

she suspected it from the beginning. it didn't take long for her to catch on. at some point, the "i-forgot-my-water-bottle-in-the-practice-room" excuse would look suspicious. every time you "happened" to lose something, sophia would be exactly where it was found.

megan is crazy about playing matchmaker for you though.

she’s pretty obsessed with the idea of you guys. it feels like every day she finds a way to sneak sophia into a conversation. honestly, the fans wouldn’t even be as passionate about sophy/n if it wasn’t for their head fan, megan.

“isn’t y/n’s new hair color so pretty, you guys?” megan asked. all of katseye was there, and it technically was directed at everyone, but megan’s face was looking right at sophia.

daniela complimented you, and the others followed. sophia paused before saying anything though. she wasn’t as quick as the others, which seemingly made it feel more heartfelt.

“you look so pretty,” she smiled. your heart felt like it stopped working after her words.

“thank you,” you laughed the nervousness off with your words.

obviously megan was very satisfied with herself. she winked at you and giggled under her breath like your love life was a cute game.

part of you wonders why you’re so stuck up on her though. realistically, shouldn’t you be over her now?

it’s been years since you met, and still nothing. of course she flirts with you, but with laforteza it’s impossible to tell how she means it.

deep down, you know you’re holding onto the chance she could even maybe like you back.

maybe it’s all real.

maybe every pickup line was real.

you never talked about sexuality with her, for all you know she could be into girls.

but that voice in your head that says it’s all just some joke for her never seems to go away.

despite your feelings, you’d have to hold back for now, because you have a job to do. with your group’s newest album coming up, management wanted you to go on live with some of the others to promote it and hang out with eyekons.

in theory, this is normal. just manon, megan, sophia, and you on live with eyekons.

the four of you didn’t prepare much. your hair was tied up messily, makeup done just enough for cameras, and you were wearing your favorite but comfortable outfit.

squeezed together to fit in the camera view, the room felt calm. you were on the end, megan to your right, with the others adjacent to her.

as the phone lit up, the number of viewers rose quickly, the comments took off, and the light found its way onto you.

“should we read comments?” sophia asked, looking at each of you. quick to agree, megan took control of the ipad and scrolled thoroughly.

“spoilers?” megan smiled, “can we talk about the…” she began to trail off.

“hey!” sophia teased, pushing her around. laughter filled whatever space was left on the tight couch. megan’s arm nudged into sophia, but sophia’s body was already turned to push her, which left her falling over megan–her head just barely resting on your lap. her eyes closed with her bright smile, and loud laugh that drifted right to you.

you couldn’t help but smile looking at her.

as her emotions calmed down, she found herself gazing at your face above her. the air felt still, though.

her smile was different.

now it was more subtle, more focused, almost like she was thinking.

it was the kind of smile that froze you.

do friends smile like this? you couldn’t help but overthink it.

sophia reached out moments after to engulf you in her arms playfully, completely trapping megan underneath. manon couldn’t help but get a picture of the body pile.

“someone said ‘sophy/n looking at each other like they’re madly in love,’” manon read.

“of course I’m in love with y/n, who wouldn’t be?” sophia simpered.

your eyes widened, throat dry, and any words you could think of were now stuck.

unable to control herself, megan burst out laughing and had to cover her face.

“what megan?” sophia cackled, following it up with a playful slap to her back.

in that moment, every memory, every thought, every word you wrote about her came flooding back. your crush felt more intense than ever–possibly even more real than you imagined.

your instinct was to just confess to her right there.

tell her everything.

say how simply crazy you are about her.

however, you glanced at the live rolling and stammered, “i’m in love with you too.”

——

next part

a/n: AGH HI GUYS i hope u guys enjoyed!! if the photos above mess up someone lmk pls 🙏

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— ✩♬ ₊˚. call it the end ⭑ D.A

˚⟡˖⋆ synopsis it’s been months since the livestream that altered your relationship with daniela and the members take matters into their own hands to rekindle your guys’ relationship.

disclaimer: pt3 of “you get me so high” (fluff version), slight angst, fluff, here’s pt2 - angst version see…sorta inspired by parent trap but i actually cannot remember that movie for the life of me so it might actually not be…inspired by parent trap 😭😭😭

currently playing: call it the end - rosé

the fallout isn’t loud.

you don’t scream. you don’t block her. you just stop giving her pieces of yourself.

you stop waiting for her texts. you start sitting farther away in rehearsals. you leave before she can find you backstage.

you stop looking at her like you’re still hoping she’ll choose you.

and she notices.

it’s in the way her voice wavers during vocal runs when you don’t meet her eyes. in the way she stays behind after practices, watching you walk out of the room without turning back. in the way her laugh rings hollow now, like she’s trying to convince herself she’s still happy.

the others notice too.

manon sees it first. she’s always watching.

lara sees it in your posture.

sophia’s the one who says it out loud, during a late-night takeout run when the three of them are waiting for their orders.

“okay,” she says, staring at the pickup counter. “is it just me or do they both look, like, dead inside?”

“it’s not just you,” lara sighs. “i heard crying in the bathroom after rehearsal two days ago. don’t know which one it was, but...”

manon peels the wrapper off her straw. “it’s both of them. they’re just miserable in shifts.”

“you’d think after all this time they’d get over themselves and talk,” sophia mutters.

“they’re not gonna,” manon says. “not unless we do something.”

lara raises an eyebrow. “like what?”

manon shrugs. “i dunno. trap them in a room until they work their shit out?”

sophia looks way too into the idea. “no wait…seriously. like... do it old-school. lock the door. no one leaves until someone cries.”

manon glances at lara, who’s already nodding. “they’re useless. it’s time.”

—

they do it after practice.

manon times it perfectly. she pulls dani aside and says, “hey, can you grab my jacket in the second vocal room?” sophia asks you to check for her phone charger in the same place. lara pretends she forgot her speaker.

you both walk in, separately, at almost the same moment.

you freeze when you see her.

she freezes when she sees you.

then the door slams shut behind you. click.

locked.

you whip around. “what the-?”

manon’s voice is heard from the other side. “you’re welcome!” “we’ll be back in an hour!” you hear sophia yell out, followed by lara. “don’t kill each other!”

then silence.

daniela is sitting on the edge of the platform riser. she looks like she hasn’t slept in a week. you stand by the wall, arms crossed, heart pounding in your ears.

at first, neither of you say anything. the air is thick. full of unsaid things. heavy with the weight of everything that never got to be love.

finally, daniela breaks the silence. her voice is small, careful.

“why have you been ignoring me?”

you laugh, but it’s cold. “you can’t be serious.”

she winces. “i mean- i know you’ve been mad. but… not like this.”

you look at her slowly, exhaustion pooling in your chest.

“you said you were straight,” you say. “on a livestream. with me right next to you. and you acted like what we had, like i, didn’t mean anything.”

daniela opens her mouth, but you hold up your hand.

“you don’t get it,” you continue, voice trembling. “i gave you everything. i let you into parts of me i’ve never let anyone near. and you didn’t even hesitate to shut it all down.”

tears prick at your eyes, and you hate how easy it is for them to fall now.

“you laughed. you laughed and said you were straight like i was just another joke to you. like i wasn’t someone you were crawling into bed with every night.”

daniela flinches. she’s crying now too.

“i wasn’t trying to hurt you.”

“well you did,” you say, voice breaking. “and you never apologized. you just left me to figure it out alone. i was humiliated, dani. i didn’t want to be your secret. i wanted to be your person.”

daniela stands up. steps closer. desperate now.

“you are my person,” she says. “i just, i didn’t know how to say it. i was scared. everything in me was screaming to say something but i panicked. and then when you stopped talking to me i thought maybe you were just... done.”

you wipe your face. “i was trying to protect myself. because loving you hurt. because you made me feel like i was something to be ashamed of.”

her voice cracks. “you’re not. you never were.”

“then why didn’t you fight for me?”

“i didn’t know how,” she says. “but i want to now.” you hesitate. it’s still raw. still so broken in places.

“you really think it’s that simple?” you whisper. “that you can just show up now and everything will be okay?”

daniela drops to her knees in front of you. her hands shake as she reaches for yours but doesn’t touch, just hovers.

“i love you,” she says. “i love you so much it makes everything else feel smaller. and i want to try again. out loud. publicly. with you. if you’ll let me. if you can still let me in.”

you look at her. really look.

she’s not hiding anymore. not even a little.

and finally, finally, she whispers, “we don’t have to call it the end.”

your walls don’t fall in one go. but you let her take your hand. and you let yourself hope.

—

the next few days feel different. lighter. real.

you don’t talk about it with the others, but they know. you walk a little closer to each other again. daniela doesn’t reach for your hand in secret anymore.

you laugh at her again. you let her touch you in front of people. you even let her kiss your cheek backstage, once, when she thought no one was looking, but manon definitely was, and she winked like a menace.

you don’t say the word “together” out loud. but it lives in the space between your smiles.

a couple days later, you’re doing a chill livestream with daniela, manon, and lara, promoting gnarly, answering questions, teasing each other.

it feels like it used to. better, even.

daniela reaches across you to grab a hair clip from the table, and says without thinking, “love, can you pass me that notebook?”

you go still.

manon and lara freeze too. wide-eyed.

daniela doesn’t even blink. she’s completely casual. like she didn’t just drop the word love in front of tens of thousands of fans.

you glance at her, stunned, then you smile. huge. real. “of course, my love.”

and you hand her the notebook without breaking eye contact.

manon immediately makes a fake gagging noise. lara dramatically falls back onto the couch, muttering “i’m gonna be sick.”

daniela just grins. you laugh.

and this time, no one hides. no one runs.

maybe this is what it means to start again. not from scratch,

but from something earned.

a/n: idk which version i like better 😣 anywhooo this concludes ‘you get me so high’ thank you to everyone who was, for some reason, interested in this also idk why..but when i was writing this, i started thinking abt parent trap. i haven’t watched that movie in YEARS so i went by memory 😭😭😭

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