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SANA THIS IS FOR, 2025

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I think me making Daniela a loser in my fic, is the best thing ever, not accurate but very fun to write as I am a loser too 🙂‍↕️

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Hi! I just wanted to say I love your Dani fic so much and I’m so excited for what comes next 🫶

Also Yoonchae was so funny in the recent chapters 😭

thank you so much, I wanted to make Yoonchae extra sassy 😭💗

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LOVE NOTES - chapter five!

Daniela Avanzini had a quiet crush on a girl in her physics class. She watched her a little too long sometimes, just enough to notice the way she tucked her hair behind her ear when she was focused. Eventually, Daniela started leaving her notes. Small ones. Just a line or two, folded neatly and tucked inside her textbook or slipped under her calculator. What she didn’t know was the girl already had a girlfriend.

rooftop part 1.2

The group had piled into the car, energy buzzing, perfume in the air, and someone already queuing up the playlist before the doors even shut.

Yunjin was reapplying her lip gloss in the passenger seat, Rosé was fighting with the aux cord, and Giselle was halfway through a story about someone she swore she wasn’t arguing with (but definitely was).

Y/N turned from the backseat, leaned forward between the seats, and tapped Keeho on the shoulder.

“Hey. You’re the designated driver tonight.”

Keeho raised a brow, glancing at her through the rearview. “Says who?”

“Says me,” Y/N replied, sitting back like that was law. “That’s the end of the debate.”

Keeho scoffed. “Wow. Dictatorship in this vehicle.”

“You volunteered by breathing,” Giselle added, casually putting her phone in the cup holder.

“I did not—”

Yunjin cut in. “You also wore that blazer. That’s responsible adult behavior. You did this to yourself.”

“God forbid I have taste,” Keeho muttered.

“God forbid you let us get kicked out for disorderly conduct,” Rosé said, finally fixing the aux and blasting music like she hadn’t just said something shady.

Keeho sighed dramatically, turning on the engine. “Fine. But someone’s paying for my boba tomorrow. I demand compensation.”

“I’ll buy you a whole gallon of brown sugar milk tea,” Y/N said, smirking. “Drive, chauffeur.”

“You’re all ungrateful,” Keeho grumbled as they pulled out of the lot.

The elevator doors opened and the five of you stepped out, heels clicking against the smooth floor as you made your way toward your reserved table near the edge of the rooftop. The lighting was warm, the city skyline sharp behind glass railings.

You barely noticed the other group until you were almost past them, then you caught the back of someone’s head, and Giselle stopped short.

“Wait,” she said, turning. “Yoonchae?”

Yoonchae was already standing, smiling. She stepped forward and pulled both Giselle and Yunjin into a hug.

“Omg, Yoonchae, look at you and your suit,” Giselle said, stepping back to take it in.

“Yeah,” Yoonchae said casually. “We all kind of matched tonight.”

She gestured back toward her table.

You scanned the group slowly, eyes flicking from face to face until they landed on her.

Daniela.

She was laughing at something one of them had said, her shoulders slightly leaned back, hand over her mouth. It was quick, but enough for you to notice the little things. The way her eyes narrowed when she smiled. Her dimples. A couple beauty marks you hadn’t seen up close before.

You looked away fast.

Stared forward. Sat down at your table like nothing had happened, but your chest felt tight, like you’d seen something you weren’t supposed to. You didn’t even know why.

It was just a girl in a suit.

But somehow, that was enough.

You sat down stiffly, eyes glued to the menu like you were actually reading it. You weren’t.

Your brain was still stuck on Daniela, her laugh, her suit, the way she looked without even trying to.

Across from you, Rosé narrowed her eyes.

She leaned in slightly, head tilted. “Okay… why do you look like you’ve just seen your ex, a ghost, or both?”

You didn’t answer right away.

Yunjin looked up from her drink. “What’s up with you?”

Giselle followed your line of sight, subtle but not subtle enough.

That’s when Rosé’s eyes shifted to the table behind you, where the suits were gathered—and clicked.

“Oh my God,” she whispered. “Is that weird stare girl?”

You blinked, snapped your head toward her. “Don’t call her that.”

Everyone at the table went silent for a beat.

Yunjin raised a brow. “Oh?”

Giselle smirked behind her glass.

Rosé sat back, arms crossed. “You defended her AGAIN. You never defend weird people twice.”

You looked down at your water. “She’s not weird.”

“Okay, so when she stared at you for a full week and then gave you the most half-assed apology ever… that was what? Flirting?” Rosé asked.

You said nothing.

Yunjin leaned in. “Wait. Hold on. Are you into weird stare girl?”

Your silence spoke louder than any answer, you were going to say something but Keeho cut you off.

“Uhh… you guys,” Keeho said, low, poking at Giselle’s arm without looking away.

Everyone turned to him.

He didn’t move, just kept staring past the table, eyes locked on something.

“Bro, what—” Yunjin started, but then she followed his line of sight.

Her mouth shut.

Giselle’s face dropped its smile. Her whole posture shifted, sharp and still.

You looked last.

It was Jennie.

Standing near the bar, laughing, smiling, with a girl you didn’t recognize. Hand lightly resting on the other girl’s arm like it belonged there.

Your stomach twisted.

Giselle’s jaw tightened. Rosé leaned back slightly in her seat.

“Well,” Rosé muttered, eyes still on them, “looks like she’s getting real friendly with some girl we’ve never seen before.”

No one said anything for a second.

Your eyes flickered, like you weren’t sure where to land, on Jennie, the stranger next to her, or anywhere else that didn’t make your chest feel like it was caving in.

Jennie didn’t look your way. Didn’t even flinch.

It was like you weren’t there.

And that hurt more than anything she could’ve said.

“She didn’t even tell me she had plans,” you said quietly, eyes fixed on the menu in front of you even though you weren’t reading a single word. “Didn’t even wanna invite me.”

Your voice wasn’t angry. Just flat. Tired.

No one rushed to fill the silence this time.

Giselle was still staring over at Jennie, arms crossed now. Yunjin leaned forward slightly like she was waiting for the green light to go off. Rosé’s expression had shifted.

Keeho sighed, pushing his drink away. “That’s foul.”

“She knew you were coming here,” Giselle said. “She just didn’t care.”

You didn’t say anything.

Your fingers curled slightly under the edge of the table, pressing into the fabric of your dress.

Rosé reached out, resting her hand on your arm. “You’re not crazy for being upset.”

“I’m not upset,” you muttered, but your voice cracked on the last word.

Yunjin let out a quiet breath. “She wanted you to see her. That’s the whole point of showing up like that with some random girl.”

“And she still couldn’t bother to say a word to you,” Keeho added.

You just kept looking down, jaw tight.

You weren’t sure if you wanted to cry or scream or disappear completely. All you knew was—

you were done pretending it didn’t hurt.

You exhaled hard and stood up from your seat.

“Woah, woah, where are you going?” Yunjin said, standing up right after you, hand lightly on your arm.

“I’m going over there,” you said, steady but tense. “I’m done letting her get away with everything just because I’m too scared to argue.”

“Babe, that’s not the best idea right now. Not here,” Giselle said, trying to meet your eyes.

Keeho added, “She’s right. If you talk to her now, she’s gonna cause a scene. I promise you.”

You shook your head. “I don’t care.”

And before any of them could stop you, you turned and walked straight across the rooftop.

Rosé groaned behind you, under her breath. “Oh shit.”

Jennie was laughing at something the girl next to her said when you tapped her shoulder.

She turned around. Her smile dropped instantly.

“What are you doing here?” she asked, eyes narrowing.

You ignored the question. “I could ask you the same thing. But right now, we need to talk.” You glanced at the girl behind her. “In private.”

Jennie rolled her eyes. “Seriously?” But she turned to her company anyway. “I’ll be right back.”

You led her toward the far end of the rooftop, behind a support column, where no one was nearby.

You stopped, turned to face her.

“Why do you do this to me?” you asked.

Jennie crossed her arms. “Do what?”

“This,” you said, motioning with your hands. “You get mad at me over some dumb anonymous note, you put your hands on me, and now you show up here with some girl like you didn’t know I’d be here, like it wouldn’t matter if I saw.”

Jennie laughed under her breath, but there was no humor in it. “You’re acting like I planned this whole thing around you. You’re not that important.”

That hit, but you swallowed it.

“You choked me, Jennie,” you said. Quiet but clear. “And you didn’t even say sorry. You just flipped it on me.”

Jennie tilted her head, voice sharp. “Because you hid the note from me.”

“Because I was scared,” you said, voice breaking just a little. “I didn’t know how you’d react. And guess what? I was right.”

She stepped in closer. “You wanna talk about scared? Try being with someone who always needs to be babied. You don’t speak up, you don’t push back, and then when I do, suddenly I’m the monster?”

Your chest tightened.

Jennie kept going.

“You never actually communicate. You just let things slide, then bottle it all up and cry later like you didn’t have a choice.”

You flinched.

“And that night? Yeah. I was pissed. You were acting sketchy. You looked guilty. So yeah, I reacted. But you make it sound like I’m some abuser.”

Your mouth opened slightly, but nothing came out.

Jennie stared at you. “You are exhausting sometimes. Everything’s dramatic with you. One little problem and suddenly it’s the end of the world.”

“I never said that,” you whispered.

“You didn’t have to.”

She took a breath, then added, “And yeah, I’ve been talking to other people. What did you expect? You barely touch me anymore. You don’t even look at me the same.”

The air left your lungs.

You looked at her, really looked, and realized how far gone she was from the version of her you used to defend.

And maybe… how far gone you were, too.

You didn’t cry. Not yet. Just stood there, stomach heavy, hands clenched.

Jennie looked at you like she was done.

You didn’t move. You couldn’t.

Until a voice came from behind you.

“Hey.” Steady. Firm.

Giselle.

She was standing a few feet away, not barging in—just there. Watching. Making sure you weren’t alone.

Jennie scoffed. “Of course.”

But you didn’t look at her anymore.

You turned away from Jennie and walked back toward Giselle.

And this time, you didn’t look back.

Giselle didn’t say anything when you reached her. She just moved slightly to the side, giving you space to walk beside her, then matched your pace as you both headed back toward the others.

Your eyes were burning, but you didn’t let anything fall. Not here. Not in front of her.

Not after that.

The music was louder now, or maybe it just felt that way. The air felt heavier too, thick with everything you couldn’t say back there. You kept your head down until you reached your table again, sliding back into your seat like your legs were barely holding you up.

No one said anything at first. Yunjin glanced at you, jaw tight. Rosé was already pulling your glass toward her to refill it, but her eyes were locked in the direction you came from.

Keeho looked like he wanted to fight someone. Giselle just sat beside you again and said nothing, gently placing her hand on your back. No pressure. Just steady.

“She’s really the worst,” Rosé finally said.

You gave a weak breath of a laugh, shaking your head. “She doesn’t even think she did anything wrong.”

“Of course not,” Keeho muttered. “People like her never do. They flip everything and make you feel crazy for reacting.”

“She said I was exhausting,” you said quietly. “That I don’t communicate. That I make everything dramatic.”

“She projected every single one of her flaws onto you,” Giselle said calmly. “You do realize that, right?”

You shrugged, but your chest tightened again.

Yunjin leaned in. “Hey. That wasn’t your fault. None of it. You didn’t make her grab you. You didn’t make her cheat. She did all of that on her own.”

You nodded. Slowly. But you didn’t say anything. You weren’t ready.

Rosé sat back. “Honestly? Good riddance. Now you can finally stop wasting time on someone who can’t even take accountability.”

You glanced across the rooftop again, just once, eyes flickering past the crowd.

Jennie was back at the bar, fake laughing again like nothing just happened.

But you weren’t watching her anymore.

Your eyes landed on the table behind hers.

Daniela.

She wasn’t laughing now. Just sitting still, eyes on you. Not in a creepy way. Just… watching.

Like she’d seen more than you realized.

And this time, when your eyes met, you didn’t look away.

You didn’t smile. Neither did she.

But something between you felt quiet. Solid. Not loud like Jennie. Not cruel.

Just… there.

Present.

Rosé glanced over at where your eyes were fixed and smirked.

“Maybe you should go talk to creepy stare girl,” she teased.

Giselle snorted softly.

“Maybe this time she’ll give you a real apology.”

Yunjin laughed and nudged you gently.

“Do it after we finish our food. Then we can go mingle with the hot women and men.”

You rolled your eyes but felt a small smile tug at your lips.

“Yeah, yeah. I’ll think about it.”

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LOVE NOTES —chapter four!

Daniela Avanzini had a quiet crush on a girl in her physics class. She watched her a little too long sometimes, just enough to notice the way she tucked her hair behind her ear when she was focused. Eventually, Daniela started leaving her notes. Small ones. Just a line or two, folded neatly and tucked inside her textbook or slipped under her calculator. What she didn’t know was the girl already had a girlfriend.

mentions - this is a very long one so be prepared

WE GETTIN TURNT

Daniela was sitting on the floor in sweatpants, legs crossed, pretending to focus on her sketchbook. The others were scattered around the dorm, Lara painting her nails on the couch, Sophia folding laundry, Manon halfway through braiding Megan’s hair, and Yoonchae scrolling on her phone with the most judgmental side-eye known to man.

“So…” Lara said, breaking the silence, “you really hit her with the ol’ ‘sorry,’ eyes glued to your sneakers?”

Daniela didn’t look up. “It was sincere!”

“Sincere like a wet paper towel,” Manon mumbled, not even hiding her grin.

Sophia shook her head, smiling. “You didn’t even look at her, Dani.”

“I was nervous!” Daniela said, tossing her pencil down. “She looked like she was gonna slap me.”

“She looked confused,” Megan said. “You stared at her all week and then apologized like you were being forced at gunpoint.”

“I wasn’t expecting her to talk to me,” Daniela muttered, grabbing a pillow and hugging it. “She caught me off guard.”

Yoonchae finally looked up from her phone. “No offense, but you sound like a Victorian ghost. ‘Oh no, she spoke! Whatever shall I do!’”

Lara cackled. “You could’ve at least said her name or smiled. You looked like you were confessing to a crime.”

Daniela groaned and fell back dramatically onto the floor. “Why are all of you so annoying?”

“Because we love you,” Sophia said sweetly. “And because that apology was tragic.”

Megan leaned over. “You gonna tell her you’re the one leaving the notes or just keep spiraling into silent gay panic?”

“Spiraling,” Daniela said without missing a beat.

Manon nodded solemnly. “A classic lesbian strategy.”

Yoonchae snorted. “Tragic. But valid.”

“Okay, fine,” Daniela said, sitting up. “Next time I’ll look her in the eye. Maybe even smile. Say more than five words.”

Yoonchae was still lounging on the futon, thumb tapping lazily against her phone screen, barely paying attention to the conversation, until she casually spoke up.

“By the way, one of my… friend friends is having a rooftop party at some fancy dinner place, and we’re invited.”

That pulled the room to a pause.

Daniela sat up straight. “What kind of party?”

“Rooftop. Dinner. Vibes,” Yoonchae said flatly. “Dress nice. It’s not like a club thing.”

Manon raised a brow. “Wait. Who’s this mysterious friend friend?”

Yoonchae didn’t blink. “Just someone I know through someone.”

Lara squinted. “That’s not an answer.”

Sophia tilted her head. “Are you setting us up for a murder mystery or an orgy?”

Yoonchae finally looked up. “Neither, freaks. She’s cool. Chill group. I think we’d like them.”

“She?” Megan asked, grinning. “Is she cute?”

“She’s not for you,” Yoonchae deadpanned, going right back to her phone.

Daniela blinked. “Okay but how do you even know this person?”

Yoonchae shrugged. “Through Yunjin. They’re friends. I met her a while back.”

Manon raised her hands. “Wait hold on, Yunjin as in that girl from the fencing team who used to tease me in ethics class?”

“That’s the one,” Yoonchae said.

Lara leaned forward, suddenly invested. “Okay but like… is this a normal dinner or are we walking into some influencer-ass dinner with ring lights and tiny food?”

“She said food’s good and the view’s pretty,” Yoonchae replied. “That’s enough for me.”

Daniela quietly muttered, “What if she’s there…”

The room turned to her.

“Who?” Megan asked.

Dani stared at her sketchbook. “No one. Forget it.”

Manon smirked. “You mean your girl? From physics?”

“I don’t have a girl,” Dani snapped, flustered.

“Yet,” Lara whispered like it was sacred prophecy.

Yoonchae just smirked at her phone.

“Anyway. It’s Friday. I’m going. Y’all do what you want.”

Daniela was quietly scrolling through her phone on the edge of Megan’s bed, trying to pretend she wasn’t spiraling over the idea of seeing her again at the rooftop dinner.

Lara caught her staring blankly at the screen. “Dani. Please. You’ve been acting like a lovesick cartoon ghost all day.”

“I’m fine.”

“Girl,” Manon said, from where she was painting her nails. “Have you even seen her socials? Like, we’re bullying you out of love, go find her Twitter.”

Daniela blinked. “She has Twitter?”

“Everyone has Twitter,” Sophia chimed in from across the room. “You just have to know how to stalk respectfully.”

“I already follow like three wrong people named Y/N,” Dani mumbled.

“Check mutuals,” Megan said, sitting beside her. “Yoonchae follows her, right?”

Yoonchae, sipping from her iced coffee, didn’t even look up. “@ynnnn.”

“How do you just know that off the top of your head—”

“Mind your business,” Yoonchae replied, scrolling.

Daniela hesitated, then pulled up the account.

It was locked, but her bio, pfp, and pinned tweet were enough to hit her like a brick.

Daniela stared at the screen like it had personally slapped her.

“I knew she was pretty,” Dani muttered, “but fuck.”

“Are we just ignore what she just posted?” Megan said, jaw dropped 

Sophia just exhaled, putting her phone face down and continued on with her skinscare

Manon leaned over to peek. “think you went a little overboard with those post my guy.”

Lara glanced over too. “Let’s not focus on those right now, Dani what’s the plan with her?”

Sophia smiled from the mirror. “Yeah, gonna keep thirsting on private or actually say something to her at the party?”

Dani blinked. “Say something? To her? In person??”

Yoonchae didn’t look up. “You better. She’s got options and no time for weak bitches.”

Daniela groaned and flopped onto the bed, phone on her face. “I’m gonna die at this rooftop dinner.”

“No,” Manon said, grinning. “You’re gonna flirt.”

“I’m gonna choke.”

“You’re gonna try.”

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LOVE NOTES — chapter three!

Daniela Avanzini had a quiet crush on a girl in her physics class. She watched her a little too long sometimes, just enough to notice the way she tucked her hair behind her ear when she was focused. Eventually, Daniela started leaving her notes. Small ones. Just a line or two, folded neatly and tucked inside her textbook or slipped under her calculator. What she didn’t know was the girl already had a girlfriend.

why?

You barely made it back to your dorm before it hit you.

The second the door clicked shut behind you, your shoulders dropped, and everything you’d been holding in started slipping out.

You dropped your bag by the door and sat on the floor, back against the wall. Your chest felt tight. You kept telling yourself to breathe, to stop, to just get it together.

But then the tears came, fast and hot.

You covered your face with both hands, like that might stop it somehow, but it didn’t. You were crying before you could even name exactly why. The note, Jennie’s reaction, the way her hand wrapped around your neck. The way she looked at you like you were the problem.

You had tried so hard not to let it show. The whole time you stood in that hallway with her, you kept your face still, your voice low. You didn’t want to make it worse.

But now, alone, you didn’t have to hide it. So you cried. Let it pour out while you sat curled up on the floor, knees pulled in tight, the sound of your own breathing louder than anything else.

You didn’t know what to do next. Just that this wasn’t how it was supposed to feel.

You stayed on the floor for a while. Long enough for the tears to slow down, then come back again in waves. You weren’t even sure what part of it hurt more; Jennie’s words, her touch, or the fact that she didn’t even check if you were okay before walking off like nothing happened.

Your phone buzzed once. Probably one of the group chats. You didn’t look.

You finally pulled yourself up, legs shaky, and sat on the edge of your bed. You stared at the wall, blank. Just breathing.

You thought about the note. The way it had made you smile for half a second before everything else ruined it. You didn’t even know who was writing them, but they felt more real than the girl you were actually with.

Jennie hadn’t texted.

You stared at your phone again. Still nothing.

A part of you wanted to text her. To say sorry. To just make it go away. That was always the pattern.

But another part of you, tired, sore, quiet, wasn’t sure you should.

So you put your phone down, face down. Pulled your blanket over your shoulders even though you weren’t cold.

And just sat there. Letting the silence sit with you. Wondering when the hell everything started feeling this wrong.

You stood up, slowly, and walked to the mirror.

At first, you didn’t see anything. Just your own face, puffy eyes, flushed cheeks, a blank expression you barely recognized.

Then you tilted your head slightly, pulled your collar down.

There were marks.

Faint, but there.

Red, just below your jaw, curved in the shape of her fingers.

You touched them gently, trying to figure out how hard she must’ve squeezed for them to show up like that. It hadn’t felt that rough in the moment, not exactly painful. Just firm. Just enough to make you freeze.

But now, looking at your reflection, it felt different. Like something real. Something you couldn’t explain away.

You stepped back from the mirror.

And for the first time, you weren’t sure if you were scared of what she did,or scared of how long you tried to pretend it didn’t matter.

Your dorm door burst open without warning, loud laughter spilling in before anyone even stepped inside. “Y/N, tell me why Keeho tried to—” Giselle’s voice cut through, already mid-story as she, Yunjin, Rosé, and Keeho barreled into the room, still cracking up over something.

You turned away from the mirror fast, wiping your face with the sleeve of your hoodie. Your hand instinctively shot up to your neck, pulling your collar up, covering the marks.

“Damn, did we interrupt your nap?” Yunjin asked, flopping onto your bed without waiting for an answer. “No,” you said quickly, forcing your voice to sound steady. “Just… zoning out.”

Rosé plopped down on your desk chair, spinning herself once. “You look like you’ve been crying.”

You forced a laugh. “Allergies.”

Giselle raised a brow but didn’t push. “Damn. Jennie got you allergic to basic happiness now?”

Keeho snorted. “That’s wild. Couldn’t be me.”

You smiled a little, barely. It didn’t reach your eyes, but no one seemed to notice. Or maybe they did and just let it go.

You kept your hand on your collar, casually resting your chin on it like it was nothing. You stayed quiet, letting their loud, dumb conversation fill the room. It was easier that way. Just nod, laugh when they did, pretend.

Pretend everything was fine.

You stayed like that, half-listening, half-hiding.

Yunjin had kicked her shoes off and was laying sideways on your bed like she lived there, talking about some guy from her econ class who kept trying to flirt with her by bringing her granola bars.

Rosé was deep in some rant about a TA who “definitely hates women” just because he ignored her question in lab. Keeho kept cutting in with dumb jokes, and Giselle was practically crying laughing over something none of you even heard right the first time.

And you kept nodding. Smiling. Laughing at the right moments.

But your hand never left your collar.

“Okay, wait,” Keeho said suddenly, pointing at you. “You’re being too quiet. What’s up? Jennie finally text you back or something?”

The room quieted just a little. You shook your head quickly, reaching for your phone like that was a normal thing to do. “Nah, just tired. Didn’t sleep much.”

“Damn, me too,” Yunjin said, stretching. “My brain hasn’t turned on since like last Tuesday.”

They moved on again, easy, loud, messy, just like always. You felt your phone buzz in your lap. You flipped it over.

Jennie:

U good?

Just that. No punctuation, no apology, no mention of anything.

Your throat tightened.

You locked your screen without replying. Slid the phone under your thigh like it burned.

“Y/N,” Rosé said suddenly, pointing a finger at you. “You coming to Keeho’s dumb rooftop dinner thing Friday?”

You blinked. “What?”

“She’s coming,” Giselle answered for you. “She needs fresh air and bad pasta.”

“Wow,” Keeho muttered. “I’m feeding y’all out of the kindness of my heart and this is the thanks I get?”

“Shut up,” Rosé shot back. “So you coming?”

Still, you nodded. “Yeah. I’ll come.”

Giselle looked at you a beat longer than the others did. Not with pity, just like she was… seeing you.

She didn’t say anything though. Just bumped your shoulder with hers and reached for a bag of chips from your shelf like she owned the place.

And you were glad.

You didn’t want to talk.

You just wanted noise.

Something loud enough to drown everything else out.

Giselle was halfway through the chips when she suddenly straightened up like she had the best idea in the world.

“Okay wait. Hear me out,” she said, eyes lighting up. “Movie night. Here. Tonight.”

You blinked. “Here? As in… my dorm?”

“Yes, girl. Yours is the only one with enough floor space and a decent screen.”

Yunjin groaned. “Noooo, I wanted to rot in my own bed.” “You can rot here with company,” Giselle shot back.

“I second this,” Rosé said, spinning once more in your desk chair. “Your bed is comfier than mine and your blankets smell better.” “Is that supposed to be a compliment or a threat?” you muttered

. Keeho raised a hand like he was in class. “I vote yes but only if I get control of the remote. I’m tired of Yunjin’s ‘experimental horror’ era.” “IT WAS ONE MOVIE,” Yunjin snapped.

Giselle turned to you. “C’mon. Say yes. We’ll order food, no one will spill on your sheets, probably. It’ll be good for you.” All of them looked at you. You hesitated. Your body was tired.

Your chest still ached from earlier. But saying no meant being alone again. And right now, that was the last thing you wanted. You sighed, dramatically. “Fine.”

“YESSSS,” Giselle yelled, immediately grabbing your pillows and throwing them to the floor like she lived there.

“Movie night, baby!” Rosé cheered.

Yunjin collapsed dramatically next to the pile of pillows. “I expect to be fed.”

Keeho was already opening a food delivery app. “Any dietary restrictions? Allergies? Emotional baggage I should know about?”

You laughed under your breath despite yourself. They didn’t know what had happened earlier. But maybe that was okay. Tonight, they were loud enough to help you forget.

at least for a little while.

The movie had been running for nearly two hours now, some low-budget horror flick with bad acting and worse lighting. Most of it had faded into background noise.

Yunjin was knocked out on your floor, one leg over Rosé, who had fallen asleep with her hand still in a half-eaten bag of popcorn. Keeho was curled up on your beanbag chair, mouth slightly open, out cold.

You and Giselle were the only ones still awake. You were curled against her, head resting on her chest, her fingers lazily tracing patterns along your arm. Neither of you was really paying attention to the screen anymore.

“Did she choke you?” Giselle asked quietly, like it had been sitting on her tongue the whole night.

You froze.

Her voice was low, careful, but not soft. She said it like she already knew the answer.

You stayed quiet too long.

“Y/N,” she whispered again, “Did she—“

“Can you turn it down?” Yunjin suddenly groaned from the floor, eyes still half-shut. “Y’all are whisper-yelling.”

“Wait, what?” Keeho blinked awake, his voice hoarse. “Who’s choking who?”

Rosé stirred and mumbled into her arm, “I swear if this is another weird sex convo I’m leaving.”

You sat up, heart racing, suddenly very aware of the fact that everyone was now sort of awake, blinking and squinting and looking around.

Giselle didn’t say anything else, just reached over and muted the TV.

You looked at her, wide-eyed.

She looked right back at you. Calm. Serious.

“We’re not dropping it,” she said, barely above a whisper now.

You didn’t answer.

But you didn’t look away either.

The room was quiet except for the flicker of the muted TV.

Keeho sat up halfway, hair a mess. “Okay, wait. I know I just woke up, but why does it feel like we walked into the middle of an episode?”

Yunjin rubbed her eyes. “What the hell’s going on?”

Rosé sat up too, her voice still groggy. “Are we fighting or trauma dumping?”

You opened your mouth, then closed it. You didn’t even know what to say. Your fingers tugged at the edge of your sleeve without thinking, covering the marks again.

Giselle didn’t let up. She was still looking at you, her arm resting behind your back like she wasn’t letting you hide again.

“Jennie left marks on her,” Giselle said plainly, not looking at anyone else.

Rosé blinked. “Wait. What kind of marks?”

Yunjin frowned, sitting up straighter. “Like… are we talking marks-marks?”

You exhaled through your nose, not answering.

Keeho’s voice lost its usual playfulness. “Wait what?”

You nodded, barely.

“She didn’t hit me,” you mumbled. “She just…put her hand around my neck. It wasn’t—” “That’s not nothing,” Giselle cut in, quiet but firm.

No one said anything for a few seconds. It felt like the air in the room shifted.

Rosé broke the silence first. “How long has this been going on?”

You shook your head. “It’s not a thing. She’s not like that. It just happened once. She was upset.”

Giselle gave you a look. “That doesn’t make it okay.”

Keeho stood up fully now, pacing a little. “You’re hiding bruises, Y/N. I joke a lot, but that’s…no.”

Yunjin’s brows were furrowed.

You shrugged. “I don’t know. I didn’t think I could. And I didn’t want to deal with it. With any of it.”

Rosé leaned over, resting her chin on her knees. “You don’t have to explain it to us. But you do have to know that it’s not okay.”

No one yelled. No one lectured you. They were just… there. Awake now, in every sense of the word.

You didn’t say anything else.

You didn’t need to.

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LOVE NOTES — chapter two!

Daniela Avanzini had a quiet crush on a girl in her physics class. She watched her a little too long sometimes, just enough to notice the way she tucked her hair behind her ear when she was focused. Eventually, Daniela started leaving her notes. Small ones. Just a line or two, folded neatly and tucked inside her textbook or slipped under her calculator. What she didn’t know was the girl already had a girlfriend.

important mention(s) — cheating, choking and not the good kind

distance

The next day, class was already half full when you walked in. You weren’t looking for her, but your eyes still flicked to the corner seat. Daniela was already there, hunched over her notebook, pretending to write.

You took your seat like normal. No staring. No weird energy. Just trying to move on.

A few minutes passed. Then, out of the corner of your eye, you saw her stand and walk over. She stopped next to your desk, clutching the strap of her backpack with one hand.

“I, um…” she started, eyes glued to her shoelace. “Just wanted to say sorry. Again. For, you know… yesterday.”

You glanced up. She still hadn’t looked at you.

“…Right,” you said, slower than you meant to. “Okay.”

It wasn’t much of an apology. But you didn’t feel like dragging it out either.

You gave a small nod. “Just… don’t be weird about it.”

That made her glance up—just for a second. “I won’t.”

Then she shuffled back to her seat without saying anything else.

You turned back to your notebook, trying not to smile.

You were at your locker, digging around for your charger when you saw it—another folded note, same neat handwriting, no name. You glanced down the hall, then opened it quickly.

“You looked really pretty today. Not that you don’t every day, but today especially. I couldn’t stop staring. Hope that’s not weird.”

You stared at it for a second longer than you meant to, then shoved it behind your books. Right as arms slid around your waist from behind.

Jennie.

“What’s that?” she asked, voice low, casual but not really.

You froze. “It’s nothing,” you said too fast, trying to shut your locker—but she reached around and grabbed the note before you could stop her.

Her eyes moved across the paper. Her face shifted.

“Are you cheating on me?”

Your heart dropped. “No. No, I would never.”

Jennie didn’t say anything right away. She just looked at you—quiet, cold.

“Then why are you getting notes like this and hiding them from me?”

You didn’t have an answer. Not a good one. When it came to stuff like this, you always folded first. You never liked arguing with her. She usually didn’t need to raise her voice—just made you feel small enough that you’d give in anyway.

But this time something slipped out.

“Well, you’re the one being distant,” you mumbled. “I should suspect you’re cheating.”

That made her pause. She turned back around, stepping in close. Her hand came up around your neck—not rough, but firm. Controlling.

You looked up at her, unsure, a little scared.

She’d never done that before.

You didn’t move. Didn’t breathe. Just stared up at her, frozen.

Jennie’s grip wasn’t tight, but it was enough. Enough to make you feel stuck. Enough to make your pulse pick up.

“What did you just say?” she asked, quiet. Too quiet.

You swallowed. “Nothing. I didn’t mean it.”

She tilted her head, eyes searching your face like she was trying to read something in it. Like she didn’t believe you.

“You think I’m cheating on you?”

You shook your head quickly. “No. I just—I don’t know. You’ve been acting different lately. You barely text back, you don’t come over like you used to. I thought maybe… something was wrong.”

She let go of your neck slowly and stepped back, slipping the note into her pocket.

You watched her, unsure what to do or say. The hallway was still busy—students walking past, laughing, talking—but you felt like the only two people standing still.

“I don’t like you hiding things from me,” she said. “Don’t make me feel like I can’t trust you.”

You nodded, quietly. “Okay.”

She stared at you for another second, then turned and walked away without another word.

You stood there for a minute, hands still shaking a little, the warmth of her touch on your neck lingering even though she was gone.

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LOVE NOTES — chapter one!

Daniela Avanzini had a quiet crush on a girl in her physics class. She watched her a little too long sometimes, just enough to notice the way she tucked her hair behind her ear when she was focused. Eventually, Daniela started leaving her notes. Small ones. Just a line or two, folded neatly and tucked inside her textbook or slipped under her calculator. What she didn’t know was the girl already had a girlfriend.

why is she looking at me?

You were trying to focus in class, but it was hard with the feeling of someone watching you. When you finally turned around, you caught a girl with black curly hair quickly dropping her eyes to her notebook like she hadn’t just been staring.

“Um, can you stop staring at me? It’s kind of weird,” you said. It came out sharper than you meant.

She nodded right away. “Yeah. Sorry.” Her voice was quiet, and she looked embarrassed.

That girl was Daniela.

You turned back around, a small wave of guilt settling in your chest.

You tried to shake it off, but your mind kept drifting. You weren’t trying to be mean—it just caught you off guard. She hadn’t done anything, really. Just… looked.

After class, you expected her to rush out like everyone else, but Daniela stayed behind, packing her things slower than usual. You glanced back once, and she didn’t meet your eyes.

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LOVE NOTES, — profiles 3

y/n l/n ࿐ ynnnn , strapwarrior02

straightforward and real, doesn’t sugarcoat things and calls out bullshit when she sees it. She’s a little guarded, especially when it comes to feelings, but once she trusts you, she’s loyal to the core. Has a dry sense of humor and isn’t afraid to roast her friends, but also knows when to be vulnerable.

aeri uchinaga ࿐ aeriuchinaga , opuimmmaeri

bold, outspoken, and unapologetically herself. She’s funny in a sarcastic, way, never afraid to say what everyone’s thinking. Loves pushing boundaries and making the group laugh, even if it’s with dirty jokes or ridiculous takes. She’s fiercely loyal underneath all the chaos, always ready to back up her friends no matter what.

huh yunjin ࿐ jenaissante , yunjinstwin

Yunjin is the loud, lovable friend with a big personality and an even bigger heart. She’s dramatic in the funniest way, always acting out fake scenarios or making over-the-top reactions in the group chat. Super affectionate, lives for group selfies, and probably sends voice memos instead of texts. She’s confident but approachable, flirty just for fun, and a total sweetheart when someone’s down.

yoon keeho ࿐ yoonkeee , jpegyoon

confident, playful guy who knows how to keep things entertaining. Smooth with his words, quick with a joke, and always teasing everyone in the group chat. He’s the kind of friend who’s supportive but doesn’t take himself too seriously. Likes to stir up fun drama but never crosses the line. Loyal and protective when it counts, but mostly just there to make you laugh.

park rosé ࿐ roses_are_rosie , staypretty

Rosé is calm, thoughtful, and quietly supportive. She’s the listener of the group, someone who stays calm when things get messy and offers advice without judgment. Low-key creative, maybe into art or writing, with a soft spot for deep conversations. She doesn’t need to be loud to be noticed; her presence is comforting and steady.

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LOVE NOTES, — profile 2!

megan skiendiel ࿐ meganmeiyok , gayindyslexia

chaotic, loud, funny, awkward, the first to hype you up or help you stalk someone’s finsta. Says the wildest stuff in the group chat but still somehow gives surprisingly deep advice when it counts. The type to show up at your place unannounced with snacks. She acts unserious, but she watches everything and cares more than she lets on.

manon bannerman ࿐ meretmanon , penutbuterlover

sarcastic, the cutting comebacks and zero tolerance for bullshit. People either love her or are slightly afraid of her, usually both. Super observant, brutally honest, but loyal once you’re in her circle. She acts unbothered, but she watches out for her friends in quiet, subtle ways. She won’t coddle you, but she’ll make sure no one else messes with you. Definitely the one who screenshots everything “for evidence.”

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LOVE NOTES, — profile 1!

daniela avanzini ࿐ daniavanzini , cartifien

despite being a level 10 fine shyt, Daniela’s awkward, and terrible at handling crushes. She watches from a distance, overthinks everything, and leaves anonymous notes instead of speaking up. She’s not shy, just reserved

sophia laforteza ࿐ sophia laforteza , soph4toda

the “mom” of the group, usually the voice of reason in the chaos. She gives good advice, isn’t afraid to call people out. She’s warm but firm, comforting when you need her, blunt when you’re being dumb. The type who remembers your schedule better than you do.

jeong yoonchae ࿐ jeongyoon , young&turnt

quiet sassy, low-volume, high-impact energy. She doesn’t talk much, but when she does, it lands, always watching the mess unfold. She’s funny in a deadpan way, with perfect one-liners that shut the whole group up. Not as chaotic as the others, but absolutely enables it, probably has dirt on everyone but, won’t use it… unless provoked.

lara rajagopalan ࿐ Rajaaa , canuhandleme?

laid-back, produces music on the side, usually late at night with her headphones on and phone on Do Not Disturb. Doesn’t talk much unless she has something worth saying, she’s supportive in her own way, sending beats, checking in quietly Her love language is sending songs that remind her of you without saying it out loud.

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— ꨄ💗ꨄ LOVE NOTES,

DANIELA AVANZINI

in which y/n noticed a girl staring at her in class, she was mildly weirded out but thought nothing of it. After that, she started finding notes, short ones, cute ones, left on her locker and desk. No name, just a few sentences each time. 

OR

Daniela Avanzini had a quiet crush on a girl in her physics class. She watched her a little too long sometimes, just enough to notice the way she tucked her hair behind her ear when she was focused. Eventually, Daniela started leaving her notes. Small ones. Just a line or two, folded neatly and tucked inside her textbook or slipped under her calculator. What she didn’t know was the girl already had a girlfriend.

tags ꨄ smau and real life, fluff, angst, comfort, non!idolDani x reader, not serious, loser people, language, suggestive themes, university! au, sorta cringy, DANIELA IS A LOSER

featuring ꨄ katseye, aespa, p1harmony, blackpink, le sserafim etc..

pairing ꨄ LOSER!daniela avanzini x reader

status ꨄ ongoing

notes ꨄ this au was made out of complete boredom and interest, and absolutely does not portray or represent how the actual people being mentioned/used in this series, nor are the photos of y/n are what she looks like, no details about y/n but gender pronouns will be mentioned. The timestamps aren’t accurate so ignore them

𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕

PROFILES!

are u finna ok? are u finna ok? 2.5 unmediated but educated

01. why is she looking at me??

02. distance

03. why?

04. WE GETTIN TURNT

05. rooftop part 1.2

06. rooftop party 2.5

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۵ writing for katseye right now, but will do ask andrequests! no nsfw request for now, mostly because i'm not used to writing that.

۵ no links equals not done, i'll try to get them updated soon as i can. enjoy💗

*✧･ﾟ𝑲𝑨𝑻𝑺𝑬𝒀𝑬

*✧･ﾟ𝑺𝒐𝒑𝒉𝒊𝒂 𝑳𝒂𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒛𝒂

nothing yet……

*✧･ﾟ𝑴𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏 𝑩𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒐𝒏

nothing yet…….

*✧･ﾟ𝑫𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒆𝒍𝒂 𝑨𝒗𝒂𝒏𝒛𝒊𝒏𝒊

۵𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 - smau+real life, Daniela x fem!reader -Daniela gets a crush on a girl in her physics class and starts leaving her simple notes, hoping one day she’ll respond.

*✧･ﾟ𝑳𝑨𝑹𝑨 𝑹𝑨𝑱

nothing yet…….

*✧･ﾟ𝑴𝑬𝑮𝑨𝑵 𝑺𝑲𝑰𝑬𝑵𝑫𝑰𝑬𝑳

nothing yet…….