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Dear knight,
I hope we will still hear from you even if you are not actively writing fics. How are your studies going
Don't worry, I'll do my best to post next year about the stuffs I like and what I do in life. As for my studies, well here I am currently reviewing for our finals (hope i don't choke) and hella stressed with lots of things to focus on, well idk prob because I'm a leader on our group research project that's why I don't know what to focus first while at the same time not allowing my day to be too pre-occupied with these mind-aching tasks.
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The next fic upload will feature an idol that came from a group that I've never done a oneshot before, which makes this one very interesting for me to do. This one is a request from one of my readers who did commission with me from the past month. I didn't also expected that I'll be writing for someone that came before 3rd gen. And yes, this will be the 2nd fic for this month, before I get to upload the 2nd part of my Jeongyeon series to catch up at the end of June.
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To my followers and readers,
we are halfway through the end of my time.
6 months left.
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[+18] "The Melody Of Touch" (COMMISSIONED)
ft. TWICE's Minatozaki Sana (x Male Reader & other TWICE members)

TYPE: Fluff, Smut
WORD COUNT: 7286
COMMISSION REQUEST BY: @vl-45
DONATE OR REQUEST FOR COMMISSION HERE: https://ko-fi.com/knightyoomyoui DESCRIPTION: Y/N, a blind TWICE fan whose world is shaped by sound and emotion, not sight. After a heartfelt encounter at a fan sign, Y/N forms a rare and deeply personal connection with all nine members... especially Sana. As love, loyalty, and fame intertwine, both Y/N and TWICE learn that the truest way to be seen… is to be understood beyond appearances.
You have never seen the colors the world raved about, but you’ve heard them.
The world had always spoken in vibrations. The buzz of the city’s heartbeat underfoot, the hush of falling rain like a whispered secret, the softness in someone’s breath when they were about to cry. To you, who had been blind since birth, sound was sight, and feeling was everything.
But nothing, absolutely nothing, felt the way TWICE’s music did.
Each song painted landscapes in your mind.
“Feel Special” shimmered like sunlight on warm skin. Each note from Jihyo’s voice a golden beam that made you sit a little straighter, breathe a little deeper. “Cheer Up” was summer fireworks bursting behind their ribs, chaotic and wild, but joyfully alive. And then there was “One in a Million”, a lullaby dipped in longing. The kind of song that made the world go quiet inside them, reminding you what it meant to feel wanted.
Music was more than entertainment. It was identity. And TWICE, unknowingly, had been a lifeline.
When you got the rare chance to attend a TWICE fan sign, your chest felt too small to hold all the emotion. The event was loud, frantic, filled with fans holding placards and phones. But you weren't there to see. You were there to hear.
With a friend gently guiding you through the crowd and to the table, you clutched an audio recorder instead of a camera, your thumb brushing over the smooth metal like a talisman. It hummed quietly, in rhythm to the heartbeat in your palm. The closer you get to the members, the louder the world seemed to roar, but none of it mattered.
Then came the moment.
“Hello!” a bright voice chirped. “What’s your name?”
It was Dahyun. Her voice sparkled, full of energy and kindness. You introduced yourself, speaking clearly despite the nerves buzzing through you.
One by one, you met each member and they became gentler on conversing with you to sympathise on the fact that you can’t be able to see. Sana’s voice was warm and bubbly, like a fizzy drink tickling the soul. Chaeyoung spoke slowly and curiously, asking you how they found their way through music. Tzuyu was quieter, but her laughter had an elegance that lingered.
Then… Jihyo.
Her voice was different, not louder, not softer… but grounded. Like a lighthouse during a storm.
“You don’t watch our performances?” she asked gently. There wasn’t judgment in her tone, just curiosity.
You smiled slightly. “I feel them instead. The rhythm. The energy. The way your voices rise and fall. That’s how I see you all.”
The air around them seemed to pause.
Jihyo didn’t speak immediately. You could sense her leaning in, as though trying to see you not with her eyes, but with her heart.
“That’s… beautiful,” she finally said, voice thick with something unspoken. “I’ve never thought of it that way.”
You nodded. “It’s just how I live. TWICE is color to me. Even if I don’t know what red or blue is.”
A long moment passed, quiet but full. Jihyo reached for something on the table. Paper, maybe. Then a light brush of contact, her fingers grazing yours as she placed something in your palm.
“This is… my number. I don’t usually do this, but—” Her voice lowered into a whisper. “Message me. I mean it.”
Your breath caught, unexpected that the idol herself initiated to keep in contact with a fan she just met today. “A-are you sure?”
“I am,” she said, firm but kind. “There’s so much more I want to ask you. So much I want to understand.”
The security guard gently nudged the line forward. Jihyo gave your hand one final squeeze before letting go.
Later that night, in the still of your bedroom, you ran your fingers over the paper. A small Braille sticker had been added on the back by your friend: Jihyo. You smiled, unsure whether the butterflies in your chest were from excitement or disbelief.
You messaged her.
“Hi, this is Y/N. From the fan sign. I don’t even know if this is real, but… thank you. For today.”
They expected silence.
Instead, a voice note came through.
You listened.
“It’s me,” Jihyo said softly. “I’m glad you messaged. I haven’t stopped thinking about what you said. About how you ‘see’ us. It made me wonder if I’ve ever really listened to our music the way you do.”
There was a pause. A soft breath. You can’t believe this is happening, you’re talking privately with a member of the group you stan.
“Would you mind if I… asked more sometime? Or even shared new songs with you before they release? I’d love to hear what you feel.”
You clutched the recorder again. For the first time in a long time, they felt seen.
Without needing to be looked at.
In the days that followed, voice notes became routine. Jihyo’s messages arrived in the mornings, sometimes rambling, sometimes thoughtful. She described her days in detail — not just what she did, but how it felt to do them.
“I was in the practice room today. The floor was cold under my knees. Momo made us rehearse this part like 30 times until my thighs were burning. But it felt good. Like we were sculpting something invisible.”
You replied honestly, openly. You shared how you mapped spaces through echoes, how you knew someone was smiling by the lift in their voice, how music felt different depending on where it hit their body.
“Sometimes a bass line is like thunder in my ribcage,” You explained once. “But your voice in Feel Special? That hits me behind the eyes. Like it’s rewiring something.”
Jihyo didn’t just listen, she responded with wonder.
“That’s incredible. You make it sound like music is a sixth sense.”
What you didn’t expect was for the rest of TWICE to slowly reach out.
First was Dahyun, who sent chaotic voice notes filled with laughter, silly impressions, and random rap freestyles she was practicing. Then Mina, calm and dreamy, who sent recordings of quiet piano melodies and stories she made up to help herself fall asleep. Chaeyoung asked to describe her paintings, what colors felt like emotionally. Jeongyeon sent dorm gossip, giggling through stories that painted hilarious scenes in Y/N’s head.
One by one, they came.
And yet, Jihyo remained the anchor. The quiet tether to all of them.
One night, she sent a note that you played over and over.
“You know, I’ve been doing this job for a long time. I’ve had people say they love me thousands of times. But you… you make me feel like someone is finally listening for the right reasons.”
You sat on the floor for hours after that, the recorder warm in their hand.
The world was still dark. But it was no longer lonely.
You never thought your world would expand beyond sound and touch. But it did through voices that carried warmth, through conversations that didn’t treat blindness as a limitation, but as a different kind of lens.
It began slowly, like petals unfolding.
Jihyo kept her promise. After that first week of exchanging voice notes, she invited you into her world.
“We’re working on something new,” she said one night. “Still rough, but… I want you to hear it before anyone else. Can I send it?”
She didn’t ask if you could handle it, or if they’d understand it. She just trusted.
You listened, sitting in the dark like always, letting the layers wash over you. The demo wasn’t polished as expected, raw vocals, a sparse piano track, the ghost of a beat that hadn’t been finalized. But even in its unfinished state, it moved.
The second chorus dipped unexpectedly, the melody softer than the first, like the singer was folding into herself.
You recorded their thoughts.
“That part where the chords shift and your voice trails off… it sounds like a person pulling back just before they cry. I don’t know if that’s what you meant, but that’s what I felt.”
A few hours later, Jihyo responded, voice low and a little shaken.
“That’s exactly what I meant. You caught it. I didn’t even tell the producer that’s what I was going for.”
From there, something shifted.
The voice messages became longer. More vulnerable. Jihyo began sharing things not just about work, but about herself. Her fears of disappointing fans. Her exhaustion. The loneliness of being a leader in the spotlight.
You listened. Not because you felt obligated, but because you understood. Because the absence of sight had sharpened your ability to hear emotion like a heartbeat under a floorboard.
And Jihyo… she had so much heart.
Words of you reached the rest of TWICE quickly. Not through gossip, but through affection.
“She listens like no one else,” Jihyo told them during practice one day. “She hears more than some people see.”
It was Dahyun who made the first move.
She popped into your inbox with a 40-second voice message that started mid-laugh.
“Okay, okay, I’ve been told you like sound, so I’m officially letting you in on my secret freestyle raps. Don’t judge. No beat. Just chaos.”
You grinned the entire time. Dahyun’s energy was contagious as always, bubbly and wild, like an unshaken soda can ready to burst. Every word she rapped ended with a laugh or an apology.
Then came Mina. Soft, deliberate, as if she were building a safe space with every syllable.
“I don’t sleep well unless I tell myself stories. Sometimes I imagine I’m on a boat, drifting through a foggy lake. No sounds except the water and maybe… a cello playing somewhere in the distance. Do you want me to send those sometimes?”
You did. And she did.
Momo, ever the perfectionist, reached out next. Not to talk, but to ask.
“Can I send you a clip from our rehearsal? It’s just the beat and my footwork. I want to know if it feels balanced. You might notice things I can’t.”
The audio came with the low thump of feet on a polished floor, and the sharp huff of breath in perfect intervals. You sat still, eyes closed, counting the beats. It was slightly off, the pause between the fourth and fifth beat just a hair too long.
“You’re hesitating there,” you replied. “Right before the spin. Maybe you’re second-guessing it?”
Momo sent back a gasp. “I knew something felt off!”
Even Jeongyeon, reserved and guarded, joined in. Her messages were casual, always starting with:
“You’ll never believe what happened in the dorm today.”
She told stories about Sana refusing to share snacks, Chaeyoung sleep-talking about spaghetti, Nayeon trying to get Tzuyu to wear glittery heels. Through her voice, you could feel the camaraderie, the laughter, and the tiredness beneath it. The weight of being “on” all the time.
Tzuyu’s approach was different. Quieter. Thoughtful.
“You’re blind, but you notice emotional shifts. That’s… kind of like psychology. Have you ever thought about how your perception works?”
They had deep conversations about empathy, about social cues, about the mind. You found Tzuyu’s voice steadying, the kind that asked deep questions not to test, but to learn.
And then… there was Sana.
Nayeon didn’t just send messages. She performed them.
“Right now, I’m wearing a pale yellow blouse with little pearly buttons. And my nails are this soft lavender shade. Do you like purple? I feel like it would be your color.”
She described the world like a poet. The way light hit a leaf. The exact motion of her smile. How Sana’s hair bounced when she laughed.
You felt like you were falling into a painting they couldn’t see, but could feel.
Nayeon often ended her messages with “I wish I could show you everything.” and you would respond with “You already are.”
But it was Sana who unraveled them.
Her voice notes weren’t flashy or poetic. They were intimate. Precise.
“Do you know what vocal layering is? In ‘Alcohol-Free,’ my harmony comes in under Jihyo’s in the second verse. You probably feel it more than hear it.”
She explained things like breath control, resonance, how she shaped vowels differently depending on emotion.
One night, you asked something bold.
“Can you sing just your layer from ‘Feel Special’? I want to isolate it in my head.”
A few hours later, a recording came through.
Sana’s voice. Alone. Raw. Just her line, stripped of production.
“You make me feel special…”
It cracked a little at the end. She hadn’t edited it.
You cried quietly as it played again. And again.
The next day, Sana sent a single message:
“It’s scary being heard like that. But with you, it feels safe.”
Jihyo noticed the shift before anyone said anything.
During a late call, she asked gently, “You and Sana… are you okay?”
You hesitated. “We’re… close. I don’t know what it means yet.”
Jihyo didn’t sound hurt. Only thoughtful.
“She’s hard to read sometimes. But if she’s showing you that part of herself, it’s real.”
That night, Jihyo sent a final voice note.
“We all feel safe with you, Y/N. I know it’s unusual. This bond. But I’ve never seen the girls open up like this. Especially not to someone who expects nothing from us but honesty.”
You replied with something simple.
“You’ve given me more than you know.”
And you meant it.
Because for the first time, You weren’t the person people pitied or romanticized as “inspirational.” You were simply known. Heard. Valued.
And TWICE who are idols loved by millions, had found something too:
A way to be themselves with someone who could see them, without ever looking.
At first, no one outside of TWICE knew about you.
You were just a voice on the other end of the line. A presence in private group chats. A pair of unseen ears that made each member feel heard fully and deeply. But you can only orbit stars for so long before someone notices the gravity.
It began with a blurry photo.
A fan had taken a picture of Sana laughing in a café, leaning toward someone who wasn’t visible. The caption simply read:
“Who is she with? Not staff. Not a member. Look how she’s smiling.”
The fandom’s corners lit up overnight. Speculation swirled: a mystery friend, a secret girlfriend, a stylist, an ex. No one could prove anything, but the whispers grew teeth.
TWICE didn’t say a word publicly.
But inside the group chat, tension rippled.
Sana: “It’s nothing. It’s just a rumor.” Sana: “But you know how fast these spread.” Jeongyeon: “Should we say something?” Jihyo: “We can’t. Not yet.”
You didn’t say anything either. You didn’t want to make it harder. But it gnawed at you, the feeling that your presence and your invisibility had made things worse.
A few days later, someone doxxed you.
An anonymous post revealed your full name, photos from old public profiles, even a rumor that you were “using your disability to get close to TWICE.”
“Blind fan manipulates idols with sympathy.”“TWICE’s soft-hearted members are being targeted.”
The comments were nothing short but cruel.
“Of course he feels safe, he can’t even see who he’s hurting.”“TWICE deserves better.”
It escalated fast. DMs flooded in. Some threatening, some mocking. A box showed up at your apartment.Your friend told you that inside of it were shredded photocopies of fan letters you’ve sent to TWICE in the past, torn and defaced with red marker.
"STAY AWAY."
You sat still for a long time.
You weren’’t scared, not exactly. You were used to being unseen. But this… this made you feel exposed.
And worse: guilty.
You didn’t reply to any of TWICE’s messages for two days.
Jihyo was the first to call.
Her voice trembled slightly as she left the voicemail.
“I know what happened. I’m so, so sorry. You didn’t deserve any of that. Please don’t disappear on us.”
Then Dahyun.
“They’re just scared of what they don’t understand. But we know you. We love you.”
Chaeyoung sent a shaky voice note.
“You matter. Not because of your story or your condition or whatever people are twisting it into, but because you see us. And we’re not letting you go.”
But it was Sana who said what no one else did.
She didn’t send a voice note.
She showed up.
You heard the knock, slow and deliberate.
When you opened the door, the air shifted. The scent of vanilla and light citrus wafted in are familiar, from one of Sana’s favorite lotions. Then came the soft click of her boots on the hardwood. Hesitant. Controlled.
“I used the address you gave Jihyo in case of emergencies,” she said quietly. “I figured… this was one.”
Your throat tightened.
“You shouldn’t be here.”
“And you shouldn’t be alone.”
She crossed the room without asking, placing something into your hand. A necklace. The pendant was small, warm from her skin.
“I’ve been wearing this on stage for weeks,” she said. “I wanted you to have it now.”
Your fingers ran over the charm. A tiny, textured sun. Braille had been etched into the back.
“You’re light.”
“I don’t want to be a reason TWICE gets dragged,” You said, voice cracking. “I don’t want to hurt any of you.”
“You didn’t hurt us, YN. You healed us,” Sana whispered.
Silence stretched between them, heavy but not hollow.
Then Sana stepped closer, so close you could feel the shift in air when she spoke.
“You said my voice feels like it lands behind your eyes. So what does it feel like when I do this?”
She leaned in. Her lips pressed gently to your forehead, featherlight. A kiss without pressure but full of intent.
Your breath stilled.
“That… felt like being seen,” you whispered.
Sana exhaled shakily, forehead resting against yours
“I think I’m falling for you,” she said. “And I don’t care if the world can’t make sense of it.”
That night, Sana stayed.
They didn’t kiss again. There was no need. They simply lay together, You curled close as Sana whispered stories about her childhood, her fears, her dreams. She described the stars, not what they looked like, but what they meant to her.
“When I was little, I used to wish on the brightest one. I didn’t always know what to wish for. Now I think… it was you.”
You teared up. Not from sadness, but from the ache of being cherished.
But the peace didn’t last. A few days later, a video leaked. Footage of Sana entering your building, her face visible, her hair unmistakable. Fan forums exploded.
“So it’s true.” “They’re in love with a fan?” “What even is this? Pity? PR?” “Blind or not, this is crossing the line.”
Sasaeng fans dug deeper. Someone claimed a member of TWICE was also romantically involved with you. Rumors spiraled: first Jeongyeon, then Sana, then Jihyo. Edited photos surfaced. Lies disguised as "concern."
And It was chaotic. You began receiving hate at an alarming rate. Threats. Stalkers. Someone threw a drink on them outside a café, yelling, “Stay away from TWICE, freak.”
You didn’t flinch. But inside, something broke. Not because you were hurt, but because the people you loved were being torn apart for simply loving back.
When JYP Entertainment released a vague, rehearsed statement about “unfounded rumors,” it only fanned the flames.
So TWICE made their own move. They went live. All nine. Jihyo sat front and center, voice steady as she spoke.
“We’ve seen the things being said about someone very close to us, someone who’s given us more comfort and understanding than many of you can imagine.”
Jeongyeon leaned in. “We’re not confirming or denying relationships. That’s not the point.”
Nayeontook Sana’s hand. “The point is: love takes many forms. And we’re allowed to find peace outside the stage.”
Sana didn’t say much. But she looked directly into the camera, voice unwavering.
“We know who’s real in our lives. And we won’t apologize for choosing them.”
The fandom split that night. Some fans left angry and betrayed, proving themselves to be not true supporters as they seem to be.
But many stayed. And even more… began to listen.
Later, Sana texted you.
“You’re not our secret anymore. Now I don’t want you to hide. Not from this. Not from me, okay?.”
You recorded a reply, voice soft but sure.
“I never needed to see you to love you, Sana. I know the world sees us now. And I won’t hide either.” The next day, you woke up to stillness.
No barrage of notifications, no new threats or rumors. Just the hush of early morning pressing like cool cloth against fevered skin. The fallout of TWICE’s livestream had changed the conversation overnight. The nastiest voices had scurried back into shadow, and the ones who remained were- if not entirely accepting- at least quieter, tentative, curious.
It felt like stepping into fragile sunlight after weeks underground.
But bruises didn’t fade with gossip. Your jaw was still tender from the thrown drink, and your cane-sweeping arm ached from an elbow caught in a fleeing crowd. The worst hurt, though, was internal: the way you still flinched at sudden footsteps, the way voices outside your door made your pulse sprint.
So when Jihyo texted “We’re coming over. Don’t argue,” you almost did. Pride and fear jostled inside their ribs. But then came a second message, softer:
���If you don’t let us in, we’ll sit in the hallway all night and sing off-key. You really want that?”
You laughed, tension breaking like thin glass, and typed a single word: “Fine.”
They arrived in shifts to avoid paparazzi. Mina and Dahyun first, slipping inside with grocery bags that clinked: ramyeon packets, honey-citron tea, soft rolls of gauze and cooling gel pads Mina had insisted on. Chaeyoung followed, carrying a sketchbook and something that smelled of fresh paint. Jeongyeon and Tzuyu came next, shoulders squared as if daring anyone to step between them and the apartment door.
Last were Sana, Jihyo, and Sana, bundled in oversized hoodies, masks tugged down only after the lock clicked shut.
You stood still in the center of the living room, listening: nine distinct patterns of breathing, nine heartbeats shifting the air. For a moment the room felt too small to hold that much life, and then Sana’s arms were around yours, warm and trembling.
“We’re here,” she whispered, brushing fingers down your spine in slow, grounding lines.
No one rushed. They made space for silence, for shaking exhalations, for the soft thud of Dahyun setting groceries down. Only after Y/N’s shoulders loosened did conversation begin, gentle and ordinary: “Would you like tea?”, “Did you sleep?”, “Have you eaten?”
Normalcy as first aid.
Over steaming mugs, Mina proposed an idea. “I want to record something for you,” she said, voice like still water. “A…sound journal. All of us, day to day. So when you’re anxious you can press play and remember we’re close.”
Chaeyoung flipped her sketchbook so you could feel the raised lines of freshly applied puffy paint. “And I’ll draw tactile pieces,” she added. “You can trace them. Art you don’t need sight for.”
Jeongyeon nudged Tzuyu, who cleared her throat. “We also contacted a therapist experienced with trauma and disability,” she murmured. “Online sessions at your pace.”
Your throat thickened. “I don’t know how to thank you.”
“You already did, Y/N.” Jihyo said. “By letting us in.”
That evening, they rearranged the apartment. Jihyo orchestrated like a gentle general: clearing clutter from walkway corners, labeling pantry shelves in Braille stickers Nayeon slapped on with proud little squeaks, installing a soft chime on the front door so Y/N always knew when it opened.
It wasn’t pity. It was partnership by matching your world instead of forcing you into another shape. Each adjustment whispered “You belong. You’re safe now.”.
Night stretched on, lids of tea tins clinking, laughter popping like sparkles, but inevitably quiet settled. One by one members drifted to the couch, the rug, against bookshelves. Some dozed. Tzuyu read in a low murmur beside a weary you, her voice a smooth river. Mina hummed chords under her breath, recording them on her phone for later layers.
Only two people remained fully awake: you and Sana, perched on the floor by the balcony door. Moonlight spilled silver across them. Through the glass, city sounds pulsed faintly: distant sirens, a scooter whine, the hush-rush of cars like tides.
You traced the ridged sun pendant now hanging at your neck. “You know… I keep thinking this is a dream. Any moment I’ll wake up and still be that lonely fan writing letters in the dark.”
Sana’s fingers curled over your. “You were never just a fan, Y/N. You changed how we hear ourselves.”
Wind rattled the railing. Their joined hands stayed still, but energy shimmered between skin, a humming wire.
“I want to kiss you,” Sana said as she faced your side-profile in a breathless honesty. “But only if you feel ready.”
Your pulse skipped. “I am. But maybe…slow?”
“Then we’re doing it slow,” she promised.
She guided your hand to her cheek first, letting you memorize the curve, the faint heat, and its plumpness. Nose, lips, a small freckle near the corner of her mouth she’d once joked about covering with glitter on stage. Only when exploration turned into certainty did she lean forward, lips brushing softly. No rush, no heat yet, just greeting.
You sighed into it, tension uncoiling. A second kiss followed, deeper, a question that you answered with parted lips. Their world filled with her taste: sweet tea, a hint of citrus balm. A quiet whimper escaped Sana, vibrating against your mouth, and need crackled like static.
But footsteps shuffled in the hallway, Jeongyeon checking windows, and they pulled apart, laughing hushed. Boundaries respected, desire banked like glowing coals.
“Soon,” Sana whispered. “When it’s just us.” And you nodded.
During the next week, routines knitted themselves.
At morning: A group chat audio round-robin where each member sent thirty seconds of “What I’m doing” so that you pay attention to a chorus of mundane intimacy. Dahyun brushing teeth while rapping, Momo counting sit-ups, Mina playing scales.
At afternoon: Physical therapy with Jeongyeon, who insisted stretching eased the cane-arm ache. She narrated each movement, praising every centimeter of progress until your cheeks burned.
At evening: Psychology talks with Tzuyu via voice call. They dismantled anxiety triggers, built coping strategies, and did breathing rhythms that matched to your favorite BPMs of TWICE songs.
Some nights someone stayed over; other nights all nine departed quietly, letting you reclaim solitary space. Boundaries became braided cords: flexible, strong.
The fandom, surprisingly, began shifting too. After the livestream, a wave of supportive hashtags trended. For every hateful comment, five gentle ones surfaced, fans sharing stories of their own disabilities, mental struggles, queer identities. You listened, amazed, as community bloomed in cracks left by cruelty.
Then another storm rolled in.
Dispatch posted alleged “exclusive photos” of Sana entering a boutique hotel with a “mystery partner.” The partner’s face was blurred, body swathed in black, and easy for headlines to claim it was you. A follow-up article insinuated a “polyamorous entanglement among members and one fan,” dripping with scandalized language.
The internet howled again.
Sana was shattered. She called you, voice thin as rice paper. “It wasn’t you,” she kept repeating. “It was my cousin from Osaka, she missed her flight home and I booked a room. I swear…”
You soothed her, though anger simmered in your gut. After the call, they hit record and spoke. A message for TWICE, but also themselves:
“I refuse to be apologetic for loving and being loved. Let’s answer lies with truth, not secrecy.”
They suggested a controlled interview: honest, protective, boundary-setting. Jihyo took the idea to management; surprisingly, JYP agreed, desperate to steer narrative back to music before comeback promotions.
A week later, you sat beside Jihyo and Sana in a small studio, lights dimmed. The journalist, a respected woman known for sensitivity, asked frank questions.
“Did any member of TWICE enter a romantic relationship with Y/N?”
Sana’s fingers slid into yours. Microphones captured the faint hitch of breath.
“Yes,” Sana said. You looked at her “I did.” She paused, voice firm. “And anything beyond that is private and consensual.”
“Are other members involved romantically as well?”
Jihyo shook her head slightly. “We all love him deeply. Each bond is unique. Some friendship, some family, one romance. But we stand together.”
The journalist turned to you. “How do you navigate public scrutiny?”
You inhaled. “I do it by remembering that blindness doesn’t make me fragile, and their fame doesn’t make them untouchable. We meet in the middle, where human hearts beat.”
When the segment aired, there was backlash of course, but also overwhelming admiration. The calm transparency disarmed many skeptics. Sales spiked for TWICE’s upcoming album preview. Hashtags trended again, this time mostly celebratory.
A month from the first fan sign, TWICE planned a quiet anniversary dinner at the dorm, but Mina secretly booked a small studio instead: empty, acoustically rich, floor lined with plush mats and scattered pillows.
When you arrived, guided by Momo’s hand, you heard it first: the heartbeats of anticipation and the hush of bodies waiting. Then music: the demo Jihyo had once shared, now fully produced. It swelled through speakers, but the girls didn’t sing along. Instead they moved around you, brushing fingertips over arms, shoulders, hair as they mapping gratitude in touch.
Mina knelt, pressing a wireless headphone set into your palms. “Isolate the layers,” she murmured. “See what you feel.”
You slipped them on. Vocals peeled apart: Dahyun’s airy ad-libs glittering like distant bells; Chaeyoung’s low harmony hugging the root note; Sana’s ribbon-bright refrain; Jihyo’s steady mezzo holding everything upright.
Tears gathered in your eyes. “It feels like…home.”
Nayeon slipped behind, wrapping arms gently around your waist. Her lips near your ear: “And you are our home too, Y/N.
Later, when laughter faded and others drifted off to clean up, Sana stayed. She rested her head on your lap, humming fragments of old ballads. Fingertips danced idly along your thigh. Innocent, yet promise-laden.
“Come back with me tonight?” she asked.
Heat coiled low in your belly. Images flickered with silk sheets, whispered names, skin against skin. Still, you spoke steady: “Yes. But we set our pace together.”
Sana smiled against their jeans. “Our pace. Our rules.”
Their palms met, heartbeat to heartbeat, the night vibrating with anticipation. Smolder, not yet blaze. But the spark had been struck, bright enough to light every shadow.
Before leaving the studio, Jihyo pressed a small recorder into your han. Its edges cushioned in velvet so they’d know by touch it was special.
“Record your voice sometimes,” she urged. “Tell us how you feel. We want to listen, too.”
You clutched it, moved beyond measure. “Deal.”
Outside, Seoul’s night wind carried muffled city noise with mix of car horns, distant chatter, neon buzzing. But beneath it, you heard something else: nine distinct heartbeats woven with their own, a living chord neither fame nor rumor could unmake.
You smiled into the dark, ready for whatever came next. When the night had fully wrapped the city by the time you followed Sana into her apartment that is quiet, warm, scented faintly with vanilla and citrus. No cameras, no noise, no shadows trailing them. Just two people and the echo of something long building between them.
Sana didn’t flick the lights on. She didn’t need to.
“Do you want anything?” she asked softly. “Water? Food?”
You shook their head. “Just you.”
It was the most honest thing you have ever said.
She took your hand- slow and intentional - and led you into her bedroom. Fabric rustled. The bed creaked gently. Sana closed the door behind them, sealing the moment.
You didn’t know what to expect. You only knew what you felt.
A heartbeat. A breath. A presence coming closer.
Then lips, feather-light at first, were brushing over yours like a whispered yes.
Sana didn’t rush. She let her fingers speak before anything else. Tracing your jawline, she murmured, “Tell me what feels good. What you want.”
You swallowed hard. “Let me… touch you first. Learn you.”
Sana guided your hands gently over her collarbone, down her sides, along her ribcage. Her skin was soft and fleshy, warmed by anticipation. Every breath she took told you something new: when she leaned into a palm, when she shivered slightly at the graze of fingertips over her stomach.
“You’re beautiful,” you whispered.
She chuckled, low and flushed. “You haven’t even seen me.”
“I don’t have to.”
Their hands found the hem of her shirt. Sana helped them lift it over her head, then pressed her forehead to theirs.
“You make me feel seen,” she breathed. “More than any stage ever has.”
She kissed you again, deeper now, hunger threaded through it. Her lips were plush, movements fluid, but there was nothing careless. Every shift was a question, every sigh an answer.
You leaned back on the mattress, pulling her gently with them.
The air grew heavier, thick with need but still lined with reverence. Sana straddled you, guiding your hands to her hips, her thighs, then up again as she let you explore slowly, mapping her with care.
“Is this okay?” she asked when fingers brushed the underside of her bra.
You nodded. “Yes. You?”
“More than okay.”
She unclasped it herself, guiding it away, then pressed your palms to her bare handful pair of breasts. You memorized the softness, the heat, the stillness of her nipples. The way she trembled just slightly beneath their touch made something inside them ache with tenderness.
“Tell me what you’re feeling,” Sana whispered.
“Warm,” you said honestly as you squeezed their softness, feeling her skin sink through the gaps on your fingers. “Like your heartbeat’s under my hands. Like I could stay here forever.” “Then stay, and never let go. You can have me whenever you want, baby.” Sana tugged your head deeper into her chest, your face pressed on her cleavage. “Would you like to give them a taste? I want to feel your mouth on them too, baby.” You nodded in response before ducking in and capturing her nipple into your mouth, sucking it gently. Sana gasped and bit her lips as she whimpered at the gentle pulling of her skin through your moist lips. You coated them with your spit before proceeding to another, in which Sana making sure to guide you around her tits while brushing your hair slowly. It’s like she’s nursing a baby in her arms for a breastfeed.
“You’ve done a good job, my Y/N, but now I want more of you.” She lifted you away from her delicious mounds and kissed the corner of your mouth, then began tugging at your clothes in return. Bit by bit, you allowed it from your shirt to your pants as your skin revealed in increments, matched by kisses and murmured reassurances.
When you lay fully exposed beneath her, you felt held, not vulnerable.
Sana ran her mouth down to your chest, kissing the sensitive space over your sternum, dragging her tongue lightly to test your reactions. You gasped when she grazed a nipple with her teeth, nothing harsh, just enough to ignite.
“You’re so responsive,” she said softly. “I love that.”
You arched slightly beneath her, fingers sinking into her hair. “I love you.”
She paused.
The words hovered in the air, weighty, tender, and full of permission.
“I love you too,” she whispered. “And I’m yours. All of me.”
Then her mouth was back on yours, lips and tongue mapping a new geography. She took her time, sliding lower, her breath hot along your stomach, her fingers never far from theirs.
When she reached the center of their desire, she hesitated just long enough to ask, “Do you want me to?”
You whispered, “Please.”
She removed your underwear, releasing your erect cock into the air for the first time to her full sight. Sana hummed seductively as she smelled its fragrant smell, hovering it all over her face and peppered your length with smooches. If only you can see how dangerously sexy Sana has been staring at you with your throbbing cock in her hand, slowly pumping it with all ease while wobbling your balls using the other. Sana moved with practiced grace, but her intention wasn’t to perform, it was to connect. Her mouth pressed open-mouthed kisses and licks between your thighs, then deeper until she reaches your balls and underside of your shaft, tasting you slowly as you responded with every twitch and moan.
Your world narrowed to pure sensation: her tongue were now swirling at the tip then goes for a push to take you more in her mouth, the pressure of her fingers circling gently as she bobs her head to your cock, the hum of her approval when you gasped and bucked beneath her.
She didn’t stop until your climax crested and crashed like a wave, you cried out, fingers clenching in the sheets and onto her hair, body arching as you release lots of cum on her warm mouth.
When it passed, Sana emptied every drop and swallowed them obediently before returning to you, kissing you and cleaned the residue in your tip through the aftershocks. She then went curling beside you and stroked your hair.
“You taste incredible,” she murmured.
You, still catching your breath, turned to press a kiss to her cheek. “Your turn.”
She laughed. “Only if you’re ready.”
“I want to learn you,” you said. “Show me how.”
With gentle instruction, Sana guided you, from what pressure to use, what pace she liked, where her moans deepened into whimpers. You paid attention to everything: how her thighs trembled, how she gasped when your mouth found the right spot, how her fingers tangled in the sheets and grip your head when she was close.
When she came, she cried out your name, voice cracking with pleasure and surrender as she squirted her love juices onto your mouth, with some staining your face wet.
You and her together lay tangled afterward, bare skin pressed to bare skin, sweat cooling in the quiet room.
No one spoke for a long time until both decided to go for some few rounds. As per Sana’s request, she wanted you to sent her into various positions she wanted to try: whether in missionary, on fours, cowgirl, and straddling you in sitting position around the bed, in which you did your best to give her the best experience possible with you. Your intimate session ended with Sana having the biggest smile of satisfaction in her face, laid beside you who is covered with sweat as well from the alternating changes of pace you both had went to on the rhythm of your bodies joint together. She shifted her leg below your abdomen, and slowly succumb together on exhaustion.
The morning after, you woke to Sana tracing letters on your back.
“Guess what I’m writing.”
You smiled, groggy. “No idea.”
“L-O-V-E,” she said, giving it also a slight tone like how it was sang in Talk That Talk. “It’s cheesy but I don’t care.”
You turned, pulling her closer. “Neither do I.”
She pressed a kiss to your temple, lips lingering. “You still feel safe with me?”
“Always.”
You stayed wrapped in each other a little longer. Before breakfast, Sana has given you a quick blowjob as she saw your morninghood in full effect, triggering her hormones to help it relax. After you filled her mouth with the protein of your warm cum, both of you are now downstairs as you watch Sana hum while making eggs. You leaned against the counter, smiling at her off-key tune.
It wasn’t a performance. It was real life. Messy, quiet, and beautiful.
TWICE’s next public event was a fan showcase for their new album before they kickoff their world tour. They low-key, invited you who is sitting in the front row, guided by Jeongyeon and Dahyun, a quiet badge pinned to your shirt: “Guest of Honor.”
No scandal. No whispers. Just love.
When Sana performed her solo stage, her final note lingered longer than written, and she looked directly at you as she sang it. The crowd noticed. There were soft sighs, a few happy cheers, but no outrage.
Thankfully, the fandom had grown in acceptance for you.
Backstage, later, Sana tucked herself into your side. “They see us now.”, she whispered.
You held her hand. “Thank you for that, Sana. But what’s more special about you is that, like the girls, you’ve always seen me… only is it that yours had you charmed by the nature of me.”
And in the quiet that followed, it was true. Sight didn’t matter. Sound did. Touch did. So did the heartbeat. It was simply a melody combined that all followed to this moment.
And the love that is messy, blazing, and soft… was always something you will always feel. - EPILOGUE -
The room was quiet, heavy with anticipation and something unspoken. All nine members of TWICE stood in a loose semicircle in front of you. Sana stood closest, her hand entwined with yours, squeezing gently, grounding, and steady. On the table in front of them sat a sleek, black case.
You tilted their head. “What’s going on?”
Jihyo cleared her throat, voice warm. “This was Sana’s idea… but it became something all of us wanted to do.”
“You gave us a different kind of strength,” Dahyun said. “You reminded us our voices mean more than stage lights.”
“You heard us,” said Jeongyeon softly, “even when we weren’t singing.”
“And you never needed eyes to truly see us,” Chaeyoung added, her voice trembling.
Sana guided your hand to the case. “We thought… maybe now, we could help you see the world that made everybody saw us because of you. It’s a signature of gratitude for having you entering our lives, Y/N.
“It’s called a sensory-vision assist device,” Mina said. “It uses audio feedback and environmental mapping to simulate sight.”
“It’s not perfect vision,” Tzuyu added gently, “but it’s a step.”
With shaking fingers, you opened the case. Sleek glasses rested inside. “Try them,” Nayeon whispered. “We’re right here.”
You slid them on.
The world flickered, there were blurred shapes became outlines, motion gained light. And then, Sana’s face: soft, glowing, shimmering… now all in bright colors.
“Oh my God, I can… I can see you,” Y/N breathed. You then turned to the rest, they were just simply breathtaking as well indeed. “I can see all of you.”
Sana touched your cheek, eyes shining both in joy and emotions that is rising.
“Now you see us, like we’ve always seen you.”
You reached up to touch her cheek, and let out a soft laugh full of tears. “Wow. Y-you’re even more beautiful to look at, more than I could ever imagine.” “I know.” Sana smirked. The girls didn’t acted like they’re disgusted. For once, they let their friend run her joke which is undeniably true anyway, as well as to preserve the wholesome view in front of them. The room burst into applause and gentle laughter. “Now you can get to have this visual of mine anytime you like, it’s also to make sure you’ll never found anybody better than me.” She boastfully pointed herself. “You don’t know how much I just became even more loyal to you, Sana.” You pinched her cheeks and kissed her forehead before she giggled as she invited you to hug which was joined afterwards with the other members as well.
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Hey peeps, the commissioned fic's release will be moved by tomorrow, got some urgent stuffs to finish first. Sorry for the delay!
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Hey Knight-nim..
Seeing as today is the 14th of June (as of I'm writing this, no idea when you'll see it lol) which is Tzuyu's birthday, I thought of a wholesome non-lewd thought for Tzuyu's special day, since she is also one of my bias alongside Jeongie
It could either be
1.) Reader and Tzuyu are college students, reader surprises her during lunch break and gives her gifts in her dorm.
2.) After a hard long day at work, Reader surprises Tzuyu whennshe gets home, Reader has prepared food for her special day
Heyo, sorry being being a day late. I'm busy these days but, well... better to be late than never right? Belated Happy Birthday once again to Tzuyu! Also, for your suggestion: why not we do it BOTH? -------------------- TITLE: "That Thing That Made My Special Day Even More Special" FEATURING: TWICE's Chou Tzuyu WORD COUNT: 590 words
June 14 is one of the most important dates that you could never fail to remember. Just when the door opened, you have finally made everything organized as according to the plan. The door swung, your wife who just got home from a tiring dance practice in preparation for their concert, had her greetings interrupted when her mouth agaped in shock. "Surprise." You said with a smile while standing proudly beside the table that is filled with foods and a birthday cake with its candle it, ready for the celebrant to share its wishes. Tzuyu covered her mouth as you began to sing her happy birthday while slowly approaching her to close the door and accompany her to her seat after you took off her belongings aside. She stood in front of the birthday cake as she amusingly watched you sing for her. With one last clap, you commanded her to make a wish. Tzuyu shared that she wants this to happen for a long time along with your relationship with her, along with some gratitudes that she has finally achieved another dream throughout in her career, and that is to marry you and finally getting to perform in her hometown for the first time. She blew the candle, you applaud her again and kissed her softly as you greeted her again. Making her sit, you served the food you cooked to her. To her shock again, a familiar sight made her recall that moment that took yourselves to where you are currently. It was 6 years ago when she met you as her classmate and her first close friend aside from Dahyun in Hanlim Multi Arts School. That's why you were also the only one who was able to gift her with something that is uncomparable to the rest: dumplings. At first, she was confused and astounded how did you knew that this is her favorite food which came from her mother's style of cooking. You responded that you asked Dahyun about it. And so, she saw your effort and she appreciated it... moreso when the time came when you confessed your feelings at her, that's when she knew you are serious about the love you have for her. Back at the present, now as husband and wife, Tzuyu couldn't help but to get teary eyed when she took a bite of it. "Why are you crying? Is my food really that good?", you joked. She nodded and you laughed before hugging her on your chest. "You noticed, huh. Yeah, I did remember. I just thought that I wanted to relive that by making this again for you. From your first birthday with us being friends to your first birthday with us... now as a married couple. I hope I am successful to let you know how unforgettable that will be for me because just like right now, seeing you eat and appreciate what I did for you that led us to where we are now, it helps me to learn that I really do love you just like back then." Tzuyu looked up at you and smiled with that adorable dimples you always admire on her godly beautiful face. "And you succeed, always will be to me, YN. I love you so much." And she invites you again for a kiss, before proceeding to join her enjoying that one thing that easily made her special day even more special.
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i swear to god if only i have cm punk's godly speech skills i could just verbally destroy every classmates of me that frustrate me so much anytime i want.
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I saw a non-lewd thought ask that features Jihyo. To whoever sent me this, I'll answer it tomorrow cuz I gotta attend some other important stuff first before this day ends hehe.
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Hi knight-nim,
I am the anon that requested the Jeongyeon fluff. You were were one of the first writers that i started reading on tumblr and also wattpad. I love your 1% of Chances fic as it is so filled with love, fluff and angst.
I am thankful that you still doing your farewell tour amidst your studies and so sad you are stopping your writing. I hope the account remains active to discuss movies, wrestling and K-pop and I am happy you are moving to bigger and better things
Please stay healthy and happy and do accept my thank you for writing for your readers.
This ask has been for over a month if I'm not mistaken, to my inbox and don't worry, I always read this whenever I take a look at my messages. I just felt like I want to show all such sweet messages like this to the public just so I can show how much I appreciate your kindness and support everyone. Really, I needed this since life is so tough these days. Again, thank you all so much! And don't worry, I will still do my best to keep this account alive by posting my favorite hobbies. Can I request one small thing though? Please give it atleast a like so that I feel like I'm not talking to the air when in fact i have like almost 2k followers now here in this platform hehe. Thank you again!
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Hi knight-nim,
Can I request a ask based on Nayeon and Jeongyeon's YouTube shows.
A non lewd story where Jeongyeon's next guest on Inspector is her secret boyfriend who pretends to donate items that Jeongyeon gifted, making her sulky. An episode full of inside jokes.
As for Nayeon maybe a combination of the kdrama When the phone rings and Jose with Nayeon. Maybe a smut involving a stalker/blackmail role play. Apparently stalker romance books are thing according to booktok
Thank you for your consideration and stay happy and healthy alwaya
I'll think of this one for now. Ain't gonna lie it's my first time finding out that there's a thing called "BookTok" as well, had me research for it lol.
Btw, you're welcome and I wish you the same!
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Hi knight-nim,
This is the anon that requested the Jeongyeon story. Thank you so much for accepting my request , I am going to enjoy the entire series.
You're very welcome! I hope I can keep that momentum on the following chapters!
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Advice for beginners in this thing of writing fanfics? Anything that worked for you
Know whose idols you are interested with. Sure, you can explore some but NEVER let anybody force you to write just because you're scared to disappoint them that you haven't fulfilled their request since you're completely not into the idol they're suggesting. Again, the decision will be up to yours in the end and it's not an obligation for you to follow them all the time. 2. Read and read lots of english texts such as books, other fanfics from other authors, blogs, etc. Anything that will help you to improve your vocabulary. 3. Try to explore also other genres to input in your fanfics. The vast and versatile it gets, the better. 4. Put some realism in your fanfics. Don't just write it just because it came from your imagination that makes it a fiction, take it also as a literal scenario happening in another universe. It can effectively touch the reader's feelings and it can help your story to be enjoyable, relatable, and fascinating. 5. I advice that you create a plot outline that will help you guide through your construction on the entire story. Divide it into each scenes so that you know what you're adding each by each while at the same time, evaluating it as well if its truly necessary for both the character's development and for the pacing of the story too. To remind, I admit that I'm not that much of an expert yet in writing. I still find ways to improve but these five right here are the main things that I remind myself to do when formulating an idea and writing a draft to the work I'm about to publish. Hope this helps!
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i don't know anymore.
hey guys, knight here. just wanna announce that for the following months remaining before i finally quit writing fanfics, don't expect any lineup anymore. at this point i don't know how many and what will i write, since i'm very occupied with a lot of personal stuff in my life plus campus stuff, especially that i'm about to take a board exam. it's either i upload one per month or i may skip some, depends on my availability and interest. the jeongyeon fic series that i made, i will do my best to finish that. also, so far i got another commission order from my very supportive reader and follower @vl-45 which I wanna give a huge shoutout cuz I rlly needed some extra income from my stacked payments for my board exam requirements and remaining projects for our finals. this dude has been pouring overwhelming support for my works and i'm just so grateful with that. it's a twice fic commission so def expect that I will post it until the early weeks of july. as for my two other fics, again i don't know anymore but one things for sure is that the comm order along with the jeongyeon x male reader part 2 will be my priorities. again, thank you all for understanding. i swear, i wanted to do more for this final run of me as a fanfic author but life just keeps on reminding me how i'm stuck in literal hell as of the moment.
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i can't help but to sneak glances at my crush too much earlier, she looks so freakin fine good lord 😭😩
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hello, to those who have messaged me about your lewd/non-lewd thoughts, requests, and other stuff, don't worry cuz I have seen all of em now. it's just that i couldn't be able to pay attention reading them all because i'm currently reviewing for our exam.
thanks!
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Good evening... or whatever timezone you are in right now. I'm going to announce my plans for the month of June's oneshot line-up as I continue my farewell run this year. Pardon me for that "heel" turning stuff that I did here like days ago, it was just a joke but I gotta be honest, life so far has been pissing me off so I'm kinda into "moody" things, hence I ended up again to that heel turn moment again by Cena which is one of my fav ever in pro-wrestling.
Anyways, here's what I plan for June. I will release THREE, one is smut which is the Part 2 of Jeongyeon's "All I Ever Need" series and the other two are non-smut. They're mostly angsty and they will be featured by completely Korean actresses this time.
The title for the first angsty fic is "Leave Before I Die In Your Arms" and it will be featured by Kim Jiwon, who recently starred in last year's biggest K-Drama "Queen Of Tears" while the second fic is called "Leave Before You Love Me" that will feature Gong Seungyeon, who is the sister of TWICE's Jeongyeon and currently starring in a Netflix K-Drama series "Karma". I chose them because they're my current favorite Korean actresses and imagining them acting on this story fits them a lot.
I might do a surprise fourth fic in case I have the motivation and the time to do it but if I have, I guarantee it would be a smut.
That's all for my update, have a nice day my readers.
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