#satzu

[dahyun]

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[jihyocentric]

domestic nahyo! this is 5.1k words so have fun :)

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as a result to finding out jihyo was expecting their second baby, and that everyone knew but her, nayeon spends an hour without talking to her wife.

nayeon would decidedly give jihyo the cold shoulder — if she wasn’t rashly dismissing the fact that that was jihyo she was trying to be upset with. jihyo, her wife, who nayeon couldn’t bear not to have in her arms to sleep every night, who gave her the most precious gifts she could have earned, and who nayeon has loved dearly with her entire being from the very moment they met until now.

as was foreseeable, nayeon couldn’t, and didn’t want to ignore jihyo, although jihyo did deserve silent treatment at that time. what even would nayeon do if she couldn’t talk? she wanted to talk more, talk to her wife about them, about their growing yet small family, and, wholeheartedly, she wanted to confess to jihyo what jihyo knew back to front: nayeon loved her. deeply, endlessly, without rest to her poor heart — which was about to burst upon receiving the news.

there was another baby on their way to their lives. an extension of the love nayeon has impulsively nurtured over the years for jihyo. so, how could nayeon ignore, or even be angry, when jihyo, despite hiding it from her, carried the extension of them? nayeon can’t resist her, and then all it takes for jihyo to make her speak again is the sweet promise that, if nayeon talked to her, she’d receive an even sweeter apology. of course jihyo appeals to nayeon’s weaknesses: her voice drips like honey against nayeon’s ear, and she’s beautiful. dolled up for nayeon, because nayeon deserved it. an hour without hearing nayeon’s voice had been just enough for jihyo to get ready for her.

moving backwards, to when nayeon had deafeningly rushed down the stairs with jisoo in her lap, nayeon was thrilled. she had cried and hugged jihyo tightly then, squishing jisoo between them, and only stopping when their angry baby (she definitely got that from jihyo, nayeon thinks) bit her. the pain was, in no way, felt by nayeon, who was numbed by sheer happiness. still, nayeon pulled away, only so to avoid jisoo from biting her again, as the grown baby’s tiny bunny teeth had already left scars on her before.

it was only after putting jisoo to bed that nayeon suddenly gave jihyo the cold shoulder.

“why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

jisoo is fast asleep at that time, and the both of them were ready for bed. words don’t instantly come out from jihyo at nayeon’s grumble of a question, instead she presses her lips to nayeon’s puffed cheek and straddles her, perching on her lap prettily, because that was what she had promised nayeon she would do. give her a sweet, sweet apology that would make nayeon feel everything — but betrayed.

“should i be honest?” jihyo’s head tilts slightly to the side, like the angle was better to inspect nayeon’s face. it wasn’t, jihyo convinces herself it was, but she was all but preening for nayeon, with her hair down and big, doe eyes staring into nayeon’s. both devilish desire and intrinsic innocence were in jihyo’s eyes — she was beautiful, even without makeup. especially without makeup. nayeon loved to stare at her bare face, instantly fixated on the mole at the center of jihyo’s nose.

“yes. why does everyone know? even soo knew before me!” nayeon grunts, irritated. or she pretends to be — she definitely does, jihyo knows, because nayeon’s hands on her waist are as soft as they always were, showing no signs of imminent anger. nayeon is exhilarated. “it’s not fair, ji, they got to meet our baby before i did.”

jihyo is left out of words then, taken aback. “im nayeon,” jihyo calls. she exhales, the corners of her mouth raising in a subtle smile. “you are so cute.”

as quick as a blink, nayeon forgets about the main topic of their conversation. “well, that’s obvious.” nayeon brags, her ego hitting the sky at jihyo’s smallest praise. instead of rigid, the way her body had stayed when she was aiming for a serious talk with jihyo, nayeon becomes soft, arms readily encircling jihyo’s thin waist. “you fell for me because i’m cute.”

“no.” jihyo promptly denies. that too, im nayeon, jihyo thinks. if jihyo wasn’t ready for something else, something other than the pillow talk — that could happen later — she would’ve told nayeon that she was, in fat, the most incredible person she’d ever met. not to feed nayeon’s already big ego, but because nayeon was, truly, the best person in her life. but the pregnancy hormones were starting to be a bother, and jihyo almost can’t hold herself back when nayeon frowns and her bottom lip sticks out. nayeon was so cute that it aroused her. “i fell for you because of this.”

nayeon groans, not expecting jihyo to palm her so abruptly over her pants. looking down, nayeon confirms that jihyo’s hand was there. she was feeling the tight grip well enough, but looking at it seemed to make the feeling even better.

“ah, that’s a lie!” nayeon pulls away, hands finding support on the mattress, right behind her. the way she poses makes jihyo fall again — because, as shameful as it was, she loved how convinced nayeon was, how much of a show-off she could be, charmingly arrogant on that matter. with a sly smile and her tongue between her teeth, nayeon looked like a dream. “you said ‘i love you’ way before you even saw it.”

“did i?” jihyo asks as she makes her way off nayeon’s lap. nayeon doesn’t have to answer her question, it is nothing but jihyo’s way to dismiss the sudden topic, but as jihyo kneels in front of nayeon, nayeon thinks about many ways she could proudly tell jihyo that her cock was great, but she had definitely fallen for her cuteness first.

the answer never comes out, because soon the very subject of their conversation is in jihyo’s mouth, making nayeon forget once again where they should have been going with their late night talk — what was once a discussion about pregnancy. it doesn’t matter anyway, because nayeon would rather have her cock sucked, keeping her eyes on jihyo’s with rapture as she received her deserved apology.

so far, their youngest baby was doing well, resting calmly in their warm nest, not giving jihyo any trouble. compared to when she was pregnant with jisoo, not a lot had changed. the baby growing in her womb didn’t seem like they were going to be troublesome, and jihyo hoped things stayed like that until the end — she was still prepared for further turbulences, pregnancy was unpredictable, but up to that point, both jihyo and their baby were getting along well.

with pregnancy, some things change for the better, while other things leave jihyo with mixed feelings. if nayeon was already overly protective over her, it gets twice as worse. it’s cute, jihyo wouldn’t contest, receiving nayeon’s calls randomly throughout her days, having nayeon constantly checking up on her, wanting to be sure that jihyo was doing well, that the both of them were doing well. at times it becomes a nuisance: when nayeon forgets jihyo had already been there and that she knew how to take care of herself.

‘so far, so good’ is what jihyo answers as a reflex when she is asked about her pregnancy. the things that bothered her, she kept to herself and to nayeon, though some of her worries were still be sealed for herself only.

it was still too early to tell if her body was going to change the way it did with jisoo. jihyo worried, not about the eventual stretch marks that would appear on certain spots of her body or the weight gain, but about how she would feel when those things became her reality again. she wasn’t prepared for another baby — her body was, jihyo had never felt more whole, sincerely fulfilled with her small family, but the pregnancy was still sudden, and jihyo still had a lot to think about her current situation.

it’s overthinking, jihyo knows, she should be happy, and she was happy. at the same time, small things about their routine start to bother her.

the first time it happens, jihyo is dressing jisoo up for a birthday party, while she herself is wearing what she deemed being rags. the twins had been invited by a friend, and the chances of them going without their best friend jisoo were shallow — it was even better if they could bring more kids, the parent organizing the party had told jeongyeon.

“baby,” jihyo calls, gentle as she brushed jisoo’s hair. to jihyo’s relief, jisoo enjoyed having her hair at a shoulder length, short enough for jihyo not to have a hard time brushing it, but long enough for it to be styled diversely. “will you want pigtail braids or buns?”

jisoo is teetering between jihyo’s knees, standing just like nayeon — unable to keep still. jihyo had tried to convince her to sit down on a chair, with the argument that it would be better for brushing her hair and styling it, but jisoo was full of energy early in the morning. she’d been babbling to jihyo about what she and the twins had been up to at school while still deciding if she wanted her mom’s lap or to stand up and keep swaying back and forth.

“buns.” jisoo answers shortly after being interrupted in her little vent about how kyungwan, no, wannie, had learned how to fish after a camping trip with his moms and beom, and that she wanted to learn too. “why don’t we go camping too? mama told me you used to do that a lot, but you never took me with you!”

jihyo laughs, sensing jisoo’s pout despite not being able to see her face. “we did. you were an even smaller baby back then.”

jihyo wonders if she should break it to jisoo that they couldn’t fish at all. maybe nayeon would attempt to learn if jisoo really wanted it, but there were other activities, easier ones, that jisoo could engage with when they were camping, especially now that she had grown. she’d grown only a tiny bit since they last went camping, but a considerable bit. enough to help on basic tasks.

“can we go again?”

jihyo frowns at what she’s looking at — she could have sworn she’d do a better job with the buns, but while one looked perfect, the other bun wasn’t coming out the way she wanted.

“we can, baby. i bet your mama wants to go too. it’s been so long,” jihyo sighs, knowing that she wouldn’t achieve perfection for as long as jisoo kept standing unsteadily. “can you sit on mommy’s lap, baby?”

jihyo eventually gets what she wants, and jisoo looks like the cutest baby jihyo had ever seen — and the fact that she was her baby had nothing to do with it. even jeongyeon melted when jihyo showed up at the party with jisoo, and she only didn’t squish jihyo’s baby and filled her with kisses because jihyo didn’t want jeongyeon to ruin her hard work.

nayeon wasn’t there with them because she had to work. it wasn’t often that jihyo got a lighter schedule than nayeon, and jihyo wasn’t acquainted with hanging out with other parents. not as much as nayeon was, at least. perhaps she should have let jeongyeon take jisoo along with the twins and avoided the party, because it’s then, when they’re already there, that jihyo realizes that all of the other kids’ moms were terribly well dressed for a kid’s party, while jihyo had barely any makeup on her face and wore the simplest clothes she could find.

that is not what jeongyeon pays attention to, or anyone else but jihyo.

how the moms holding their newborns looked pretty, dolled up even, when jihyo hasn’t thought about ‘looking pretty’ in a while. what shouldn’t be a problem becomes one when jihyo realizes it had been weeks since she last wore makeup, which was something she liked to do, but had neglected because her time was short. impulsively, she had been paying more attention to jisoo, nayeon and her worries to realize that she had been repeating a situation that had already happened — when was pregnant with jisoo.

jeongyeon’s voice takes her back to the party. jihyo, who once had been quiet and observant, stuck in her own thoughts, looks at her friend, who had made her a question.

“for how long do you think she is going to take that bunny everywhere with her?” jeongyeon sounds interestingly curious as she looks at jisoo, who was playing with the twins and the birthday kid.

jihyo’s worries are no longer there when she catches her baby with a concentrated frown, small knuckles squeezing the blue bunny hard by its ears. jisoo was starting to hate losing, indicating jihyo and nayeon’s failure as mothers on that matter, but she looked adorable when she was upset with her scores. memory games have never looked so thrilling as it did when jisoo was playing them.

jihyo smiles, both at jeongyeon’s question and because of jisoo. “until nayeon gives her another bunny.”

it’s christmas when the first week of jihyo’s fourth month of pregnancy is starting.

at the living room of the house of the ims, there was jihyo and jeongyeon, who were both taking care of the decoration. at some point, jeongyeon asks to see how her youngest niece, or nephew, was doing, and so there jihyo was: standing with her (nayeon’s) hoodie lifted up to her ribs, showing jeongyeon her growing (barely) tummy.

“it’s uncomfortably small.” jeongyeon rants, kneeling in front of jihyo, face to face with her bare tummy. she doesn’t touch it, instead inspects it, like jihyo had an odd irregularity, doomed to having small bumps during her pregnancies. the cooing makes jihyo embarrassed and her lower lip puffs out — out of everything jeongyeon could have brought up to poke fun at her, she uses the one thing jihyo can’t control. “are you sure they’re im nayeon’s baby? they’re so shy!”

 “did you come early to make fun of my bump again?” jihyo lets out a huff of an answer, covering her stomach again. she watches as jeongyeon gets up, with an annoying smile, and almost bites jeongyeon’s hand when she reaches for her head, patting it softly, proudly, tender in a way that makes jihyo lose the pout.

“that was one of my goals,” jeongyeon teases. she leaves one last pat at the top of jihyo’s head, like jihyo was a baby cat who had done an adorable thing and deserved praises and pets. she’s like that because jihyo is pregnant, surely. jeongyeon definitely wouldn’t be that soft otherwise. it was not like she found jihyo genuinely cute and deserving of such treatment. “i think you’re becoming an adult, park.”

jihyo crosses her arms under her chest, eyes narrowing as she studies jeongyeon’s face, searching for any hints of sarcasm.

“i’m 30.” jihyo replies, categorically. there is a box with the decoration left sitting on the ground. jihyo kneels and searches for tree ornaments inside the box, and soon golden and white decoration is suddenly thrown at jeongyeon. “do something useful, yoo jeongyeon.”

nighttime arrives along with sana and tzuyu, who were the last guests to make their appearance at jihyo and nayeon’s house.

they didn’t always have their friends around on christmas, but that year jihyo figured dahyun and mina would like to have them around at that date. with that, she also invited the rest of her friends. thankfully, nayeon was too busy with dahyun and mina’s baby to pay attention to the fact that she was, once again, in the same room as minatozaki sana.

“how can she be so calm with you?” dahyun lets out a frustrated noise. kazuha had been irritated since the night had arrived, refusing to eat but pouting at the discomfort of sheer hunger. not even mina managed to get her to feed and they were starting to worry, until nayeon became aware of their problem and solved it as easily as she did everything else.

“she just loves auntie nayeon,” nayeon brags.

nayeon is standing as she keeps kazuha held firmly with one arm, the other guiding a bottle filled with warm milk to the baby’s hungry mouth, cooing at the little sounds kazuha made of content, lips wide as she smiled. nayeon had missed that experience — she thinks about jisoo, remembering the time when jisoo was as small as kazuha, her chest burning when she realizes that she would soon have that again in her life.

“no, i’m serious, unnie, what did you do to make her like this?!” dahyun asks, almost desperately. kazuha looks at her mom while vigorously sucking the silicon material at the top of the bottle that replaced mina as a food source, unaware of dahyun’s frustration, enjoying being held by nayeon so much that she accepted the food.

“i’m just too good, hyunie.” nayeon boasts about her baby whisperer abilities, laughing when dahyun lets her body weight fall fully against the couch, releasing what would be the cutest ‘unnie!’ nayeon had ever heard if it wasn’t for jihyo. “all you need to do is hold her right. as a fluent speaker of the baby language, i can translate what this little girl was whining about to you earlier. it went something like this: ‘mom, quit being a dumbass and hold me like pretty auntie nayeon does!’”

mina laughs, resting on the couch next to dahyun — she’d been quietly watching their interaction. mina earns a frown from dahyun, and in order to make up for laughing at nayeon’s silly antics, she holds dahyun’s hand, kissing her temple softly after muttering a small apology.

“do you want to hold her?” nayeon offers before dahyun gets to sulk, despite not really wanting to let go of the baby in her arms. as kazuha was dahyun and mina’s, the question had to be made, but if nayeon could, she’d gladly borrow kazuha for until jihyo was in labor. 

“won’t it bother her?” dahyun asks, reluctant after spending minutes trying to get kazuha to feed. “she looks so peaceful.”

nayeon shakes her head. “she will be fine. come on, stand up.”

while nayeon busies herself giving mina and dahyun the ultimate baby guide, at another corner of the room, jisoo is distracted with jeongyeon, momo, tzuyu and the twins — much to nayeon’s relief, because jisoo could be jealous when it came to her or jihyo with other kids, unless they were interacting with the twins.

jihyo is talking to sana somewhere else, not joining the others, because sana had questions for her. they were mostly about pregnancy, like sana was trying to get her information from the best person, but jihyo was far from being an expert regardless of having had jisoo and being currently pregnant.

what was once an in-depth conversation about what pregnancy felt like and how it affected her physically turns into jihyo sharing worries about having a depressive episode again. with sana, jihyo can talk about it without being pushed to tell nayeon whatever she was feeling, unlike jeongyeon, who would make jihyo open up. jeongyeon would do it only for jihyo’s best, of course, but sana allows jihyo to talk before she gets to say anything, which jihyo appreciates.

“i’m trying to prevent that from happening,” jihyo explains, trying to find the right words to express what she felt. “i’m not bothered with anything right now, because this time i was able to detect my mistake soon. like, a couple of weeks ago i was getting lazy with things i like to do, so i watched out for that, and i’m no longer forgetting to take care of myself too.”

“so there’s nothing wrong, right?” sana asks, careful as if she was dealing with a bomb that could burst at any second. nobody except nayeon knew what it was like when jihyo was at her worst while pregnant with jisoo, but their friends knew that it had a lot of impact on her. so sana is careful because she’s afraid of the answer she could get. her kind hand squeezes jihyo’s shoulder, as if giving her support, encouraging her to talk.

“nothing is wrong.” jihyo replies, her answer carrying certainty, honest as she speaks. “it’s just hard to think about the past knowing it could happen again. i don’t want to go through that again.”

“you won’t,” sana assures. like a magnet, she hugs jihyo. it’s as protective as when she hugs tzuyu, because that was sana’s way to comfort people. jihyo nods in her embrace, trusting everything sana told her. “it’s normal to worry, but you shouldn’t keep thinking about that. just keep being jihyo and you will be fine. and talk to nayeon. always.”

“it’s hard,” jihyo lets out a whine of an answer. “she will be worried too.”

“that’s what a wife is for,” sana pulls away, with a smile on her face. “better than anyone else, you know nayeon would want you to share what you’re feeling with her. so do that.”

jihyo sighs in defeat, about to say something when she feels a pair of arms around her waist. it was nayeon, of course. jihyo knew by heart.

“do what?” nayeon asks, holding jihyo protectively in her arms.

sana bites her lip mischievously before answering. “leave you and marry me, im nayeon.”

nayeon frowns at that, attempting to let go of jihyo, but jihyo grips nayeon’s arms before she gets to intimidate sana. “jihyo!”

“sana, i think tzuyu is calling you.” jihyo says, ignoring nayeon’s irritated whine. sana winks over nayeon’s direction before she leaves, and only when she joins the other girls does jihyo lets nayeon set herself free. “she was just playing around. it’s christmas, don’t sulk, im nayeon.”

“you let her tease me but you don’t let me fight back.” nayeon mutters grumpily, circling jihyo’s waist with her arms again once jihyo turns around to face her. “you’re lucky i’m madly in love with you, or else i’d be hurt.”

“i am very lucky.” jihyo bumps her nose into nayeon’s. her arms found themselves wrapped around nayeon’s neck the moment she was embraced by her, like it was her body’s nature to be with nayeon in that way. “will you build gingerbread houses with me, unnie?”

nayeon feels like her heart wouldn’t resist and erupt in her chest the longer she stared at jihyo and her big, starry eyes, which blinked adorably to persuade her. the sweet question is followed by a word she hasn’t heard from jihyo in way too long. unnie. jihyo does that on purpose, in order to make nayeon susceptible to be easily manipulated, and nayeon doesn’t attempt to fight it.

“i’ll do anything with you, babygirl.” nayeon relents.

“unnie,” jihyo does it again.

it’s late then and their friends were already gone — nayeon had a hard time giving a sleepy jisoo a shower, and she only did it because jihyo wouldn’t let her baby sleep unless she was clean. as a reward for her hard work, nayeon able to join the jihyo in the bathtub.

jihyo’s back is against nayeon’s front. there’s a silly duck floating on the water of their bathtub because nayeon had mistakenly taken it to their bathroom instead of putting it somewhere else to dry. jihyo was entertained with the toy, so nayeon wasn’t bothered enough to take it out of the water, letting jihyo stare at it as she rubbed her tummy.

the warmth is comfortable — the water is warmer than nayeon expected it to be, and allowing her muscles to relax felt like a prize. having jihyo in her arms made it all better, truly the best alternative to taking a shower by herself.

none of them wanted to leave the cozy place and jihyo didn’t want to disturb their silence, but she wouldn’t be able to sleep unless she spoke to nayeon about a certain topic. so jihyo moves her hands to nayeon’s knees. she’d been sitting snugly against nayeon, between her legs and the tender touch makes nayeon lay a kiss over her head.

“unnie, we need to talk.”

nayeon sighs. the tone jihyo uses leads nayeon to think she might have done something wrong — it’s the same voice she uses when she has to talk to jisoo about her behavior.

“before you say anything, i didn’t mean to snub momo and jeongyeon’s house,” nayeon refers to when they were playing with shaped biscuits and candy earlier, building their gingerbread houses. “i know you don’t like it when i, uhh… teach? these things to jisoo. but they were making fun of our house too!”

 jihyo can hardly stop herself from laughing. what nayeon says takes her by surprise, as she didn’t remember nayeon saying or doing anything bad towards their friends — nayeon had just turned herself in, willingly. but jihyo doesn’t lose her focus.

“it’s not about that.” jihyo reassures. only then, jihyo notices nayeon had tensed up upon her call, because nayeon relaxes once she knows she’s not going to be scolded. “i wanted to tell you…” jihyo stops, and reformulates what she wanted to say. “share with you something that you should know.”

“is everything alright?” is the first thing nayeon asks, moving back just slightly to fix her posture. jihyo lays her head against nayeon’s shoulder, the position too comfortable for her to change it.

“mhm. it is. i figured i should tell you that i was feeling down recently,” jihyo continues. nayeon’s hand on her belly makes her feel safe to say anything — and it’s not like she’d ever not be safe with nayeon, but feeling nayeon that close, protecting her diligently, encouraged jihyo to speak. “i noticed that i was keeping myself busy with work, and jisoo, and you, so much that i was starting to stop doing basic things that i like to do.”

“baby,” nayeon says suddenly, tensing up again.

“it’s not what you’re thinking.” jihyo says in a hurry. she is forced to change her position to sit on nayeon’s lap, because that would be the only way she’d be able to look at her. there was nothing but care in nayeon’s eyes, jihyo observes as she fixes herself in a better position. “i’m talking to you about this because, in the future, i might forget that this pregnancy isn’t everything there is about me. i need you to check up on me, make sure i won’t go back to that place.”

nayeon nods, like she was letting jihyo know she understood her. nayeon was still concerned, her face no longer relaxed the way it was before. “are you sure that’s all?”

“that’s all.” jihyo answers sincerely. “nayeon, i don’t need you to worry.” warm fingers find themselves against nayeon’s neck, thumbs supporting nayeon’s chin, making nayeon look at her. “what i need is for you to make sure i won’t stop being me.” jihyo sighs, frustrated when she can’t find better words to tell nayeon to take care of her. “just… be im nayeon and make sure i’m park jihyo.”

“im jihyo.” nayeon corrects.

“im jihyo.” jihyo gives in. “do you understand what i’m trying to say?”

nayeon knows exactly what jihyo is trying to communicate to her — she will still be worried, that’s how nayeon was when it came to jihyo, but she wouldn’t let her worries consume her. that was just what nayeon was. she made things easy, which was exactly what jihyo needed in her life. someone to look at things from a brighter perspective.

nayeon lets out an agreeing hum. “do not worry. praise the babygirl. encourage her to do the activities she likes.” she makes a list, counting on her fingers the tasks she had to complete starting from that moment.

“that’s a way to put it.” jihyo smiles softly. “i love you, nayeon.”

“not more than i love you.” nayeon mutters, inching forward to kiss jihyo’s lips — she knows that once jihyo pulls away, they’d argue about who loved the other more, so nayeon makes the kiss longer, drowning in the sweetness of jihyo’s lips when there’s nobody (but a goofy yellow duck on the water) to witness it.

“minji.” nayeon says, suddenly, when they’re in bed and ready to bid their goodbyes to christmas. “i want our baby to be called minji.”

jihyo shakes her head in disapproval, her head against nayeon’s chest. the baby bump hardly prevents her from cuddling snugly with nayeon — what jeongyeon liked to constantly remind jihyo was true, it was small, barely noticeable, but the baby was healthy regardless of that.

“no. we already have a ‘ji’.” jihyo argues.

“but i like the ji!” nayeon whines. “how about yunjin?”

“we can have the yun, but not the ji again!” jihyo says, fatally determined. “what about yuna?” jihyo suggests. “wait… why are we fighting over girl names if you wanted a boy?”

“we need to think about two names. so if they’re a girl, i want them to be called either minji. or yunjin. oh, how about kyujin? i like that one! there’s also jiwoo…” nayeon rambles as fast as she possibly can, excited with the idea of collecting ‘ji’s in her life. “if they’re a boy, his name can be just jin! or jinyoung, if we want something more elaborated. woojin is another option…”

jihyo yawns, giving up on her attempt to keep up with nayeon’s blabber.

“now you’re just copying my name. and jisoo’s. jiwoo? be a little original, im nayeon.” jihyo mumbles, closing her eyes after giving nayeon her last reply.

“but i don’t like the yeon variants.” nayeon grumbles, fingers lost in jihyo’s hair as she caressed her scalp. she pouts, knowing it would be hard to convince jihyo to name their baby with the ji as an integrant syllable, but she wouldn’t give up. “just think about how cute it would be if we had a baby ji. you’re my jiji, jisoo is a mini ji, and the baby… are you sleeping?”

nayeon pokes at jihyo’s waist, receiving no answers from jihyo. all nayeon hears is the sound of her calm breathing, indicating that jihyo had, in fact, fallen asleep while she was talking to her. nayeon’s pout is even bigger then — she feels like jihyo is betraying her when jihyo doesn’t hear the things she wanted to say until the end, though it was only her fault, because she could never be straightforward, and jihyo was the only person patient enough to listen to her.

nayeon decides that she’d bring the conversation to the table again once they woke up, committed to the idea of naming their second baby after the first syllable of jihyo’s name.

[otwicepairing]

satzu/∞

[allfortzu]

lift your eyes, just you and me

-- sana / tzuyu. 2.5k, smut // MEN DNI.

sana and tzuyu exchange belated birthdays and new years kisses, among other things.

it happens on new years eve. 

“for your birthday,” tzuyu murmurs, breath warm against sana’s cheek. “belated.” 

then, a kiss; infinitesimally small. 

sana has always liked kisses. 

she keens at the touch, follows it even as tzuyu pulls away.

“how about another one for the new year?” raises her brows suggestively she says it, because it’s fun and flirty and sana’s always loved the reactions it garnered.

she doesn’t think much of it, never does. tzuyu wouldn’t reciprocate, definitely wouldn’t think to kiss her back – it’s exactly how sana likes it. 

but tzuyu hums lazily this time, an amused smile playing at her lips. “i think new year kisses happen at 12, unnie.” 

sana quirks an eyebrow at tzuyu’s response – smooth and easy, but not giving in completely. 

sana wonders if that’s her consciously leaving space for something else; kicking the ball into sana’s field, so to say. 

“are you offering a kiss at midnight?” sana teases; fills the space, welcomes the game.

“maybe,” is all tzuyu says, then she closes her eyes, lies back on the couch, and that’s the end of the conversation. 

sana doesn’t take any of it to heart, letting her off with a chuckle. 

as it’s always been, nothing comes out of the flirting and banter, just harmless fun. perhaps tzuyu was in the mood for a little back and forth this time and sana was conveniently there to entertain, that’s it. 

she goes about the party as she did, lets it all pass by in a flash of loud karaoke and endless pictures. it only becomes livelier as the night gets deeper, the countdown closing in minute by minute; the star of the show. 

truly, ten seconds feels like a lifetime when everyone’s trying to count down with whatever is left of their wasted selves, but they somehow manage. 

there’re a few kisses pressed on her cheek, messy and all over the place, probably from nayeon going around and doing the same for everyone. 

sometime in between, somehow, sana finds her gaze landing over a certain chou tzuyu, sipping some soda in her little corner. 

“happy new year!” sana cheers, sinking into the couch beside her. 

she raises her beer can, knowing how much tzuyu enjoys clinking glasses. 

as expected, tzuyu knocks her can against sana’s, giggling in earnest.

“happy new year, unnie,” she says. 

then, leaning over, plants a kiss on sana’s cheek. 

short and sweet, but still a kiss. she hasn’t forgotten. the second one that night. 

sana grins. it had slipped her mind, but being on the other end of tzuyu’s affections was always pleasant. she thought her energy from the party had died down already, but with everyone else still in full swing and tzuyu still in the mood for something like this, sana feels her heart race again. 

“how about a proper one, hm?” she muses, enjoying the play along, taking it further on the rare occasion where tzuyu flirts back. 

“a proper one?” tzuyu says cheekily. “i don’t know about that.”

“anything for the birthday girl?” sana smiles, makes a show of batting her eyelashes. she doesn’t quite know where she’s trying to bring this conversation, but knows enough to think it’s fun, so she shamelessly puckers her lips. 

she doesn’t remember who says what after that, or if anyone even says anything. 

just remembers the taste of sprite and sugar and beer melting into her lips; fireworks, behind her eyes and outside, muted. there’s warmth all over, a giddy feeling in her chest.

tzuyu. 

“tzu– ” sana has half a mind to say, pulling away slightly. “not here.” 

no one has seen yet, probably. everyone is still high off the celebrations. 

“my room?” tzuyu asks. 

with her gaze lidded and lips parted just so, eyes dark and fixed on sana’s, how could sana say no? 

“your room,” sana breathes. 

turns out, tzuyu has quite the one-track mind, because they don’t even make it to any room, for that matter. they're too distracted to even find their way past the corridor. 

sana has never thought about it, but she finds tzuyu kisses very considerately. she's acutely aware of their height difference, placing a steady hand at the small of her back, and leaning down so sana wouldn’t have to tip her toes or tilt her head too much. 

sana's never kissed girls this much taller than her, but she thinks she could be just a little into it if it's tzuyu she's kissing. 

but equal to tzuyu's politeness is a desperation that is just as prominent, fingers fumbling over buttons and nails digging into skin, shaky breath ghosting over sana’s lips whenever they part for air, chest heaving.

the desperation seems to finally take over when tzuyu pulls away completely, looking around, as if she'd momentarily forgotten where she was, before pulling sana along by the wrist and straight into her room. 

the moment the door shuts, sana is immediately pressed up against it, breath knocked out of her lungs, tzuyu’s lips finding hers again. she doesn't even have a second to catch her breath.

it’s frantic and messy, something sana’s never liked, so she lays both hands on tzuyu’s shoulders, pushing her back gently.

“down, tzu,” sana pants, wiping at her lips with her shirt sleeve. 

like an obedient puppy, tzuyu heeds. 

sana thinks she hears a tiny whimper, but who knows; tzuyu’s been full of surprises today. 

sana chuckles, tzuyu's instantaneous response somewhat adorable. 

"i didn't know you'd be so eager," she says, guiding tzuyu with her arms. "are you drunk or have you been thinking about this since that first birthday kiss?" 

tzuyu complies easily, stepping back every time sana moves forward, following her. "i'm not drunk." 

"ah," sana giggles. "so it's the latter?" 

tzuyu is struck silent for a moment; sana makes use of it, pushes tzuyu back until the back of her knees hit the bed. 

she stumbles, until she's sat on the edge with a puff, forced to look up at sana. 

"cat got your tongue?" sana muses, presses her fingers into tzuyu's shoulders, kneading gently. 

she mattress sinks around tzuyu when sana starts straddling her, knees astride her thighs. 

tzuyu all but shivers, breath shaky. she's completely pliant under sana's touch, pulse racing. sana can feel it in her fingertips. 

"is this too much?" sana asks, not putting her entire weight on tzuyu, in case it is too much. 

though, tzuyu's hands find her waist, thumb digging into the exposed skin at the cuts of sana's dress, before pulling her down forcefully. sana's knees buckle and she falls forwards with a choked sound, arms locking on either side of tzuyu's head to support herself. 

if she wasn't wet before, she definitely is by now. 

"fuck," sana gasps, a whisper under her breath. 

what other surprises do you have in store, tzuyu? 

"just right, unnie," tzuyu says, nonchalantly but charming all the same in a way that makes sana's heart skip a beat. 

"you have no idea how wet that made me," sana mewls, something between nervousness and impatience growing in her tummy. 

tzuyu's lips tug up in a cheeky smirk, and she drags sana's hips against her another time. "this?" 

sana whimpers, head dropping forwards. she can feel her wetness smearing all over tzuyu's shirt, sticky and warm, and curses herself for how short her dress is. "h-hey, i'm the one on top here." 

"then tell me what to do, unnie," tzuyu says, still teasing; a challenge. 

"jesus, tzu," sana breathes, grinding herself on tzuyu's stomach of her own accord. "just– touch me." 

at this point, sana's dress has bunched up at her hips, and tzuyu enjoys that extra access to sana's thighs, splaying her hands over the skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake. "touch you where?" 

how fucking infuriating. 

so, sana takes it into her own hands, literally. 

she finds tzuyu's hands in the haze of it all, lifts them until they're pressed into the sheets, and sana locks her there. 

tzuyu visibly holds her breath, struck still at sana's assertiveness.

"don't fucking move." 

"unnie," tzuyu mewls, but sana isn't listening at all, too busy canting her hips on tzuyu desperately, holding her there and making a mess without a care of their clothes. her panties are already soaked and ruined, much less tzuyu's own t-shirt beneath her. 

she pushes tzuyu's shirt up for tzuyu's sake, lets it sit just below her chest, then continues with her motions on tzuyu's tummy. 

it feels so much better like this, right against tzuyu's skin, no clothing in the way. sana groans when tzuyu's stomach clenches with each roll of her hips, the outline of her abs showing. 

"i– i didn't know you worked out, tzu," sana muses, a little short of breath. 

it's embarrassing how desperate she sounds,  even without tzuyu touching. but right now, everything feels too good for her to care, so she focuses on chasing that pleasure until she falls. 

"i didn't know you were so– bossy," tzuyu teases, trying to keep her own voice stable but obviously shaken just by watching sana on top of her.

and really, it's incredibly hard to come without tzuyu's help, sana's orgasm teetering on the edge but never breaking, despite how close it seems. 

she barely reaches it in the end, the meek high ending just as quickly as it started, no more wetter than she already was. 

"i’m tired," sana pants, slit throbbing with how hard she was grinding against tzuyu. 

tzuyu chuckles, her arms no longer locked above her head with how tired sana is now. she makes use of it; gently removes her hands from sana's grasp. "let me help this time, unnie.”

it's hard to move in their current position, but tzuyu thinks she enjoys this view of sana too much to change it. she manages to slip her hand in between sana's thighs, and the warmth that engulfs her makes it so worth it.  

a shudder crawls up sana’s spine at the brief contact, and she moans helplessly at the sensitivity. 

tzuyu chuckles and pushes sana’s panties aside for easier access, then flicks her finger once, up sana's clothed slit. sana nearly falls over, butterflies bursting in her stomach. “fuck, tzuyu,” she breathes out, hands quickly finding purchase on the bed head. “m–more.” 

“not sensitive?” tzuyu asks. 

“a little,” sana manages. “but i like it.” 

sana almost regrets saying it out loud when a smirk forms on tzuyu’s face, but then tzuyu dips the tip of two fingers into her folds, prodding teasingly, and sana forgets all of her thoughts. she gasps, clutching onto the bed head tightly, brows furrowed. “you– you can go deeper.” 

ever so compliant, tzuyu listens. 

she drives her fingers into sana’s cunt, knuckle deep and deliciously tight. though, still unsure if sana can really take this much so soon after her first orgasm, she stays cautious and doesn’t move. 

“tzu, please,” sana whines, rolling her hips forward herself in the face of tzuyu’s restraint. the motion strains tzuyu’s wrist somewhat, but tzuyu bites her lip through it when sana groans again, a guttural sound from the base of her throat. “so– fucking good, baby– oh my– fuck.”

the pet name makes tzuyu’s chest tighten, and god if she could just coax that out of sana one more time. 

she doesn’t know why her throat dries, but she croaks, “can you take another finger, unnie?” 

“yes– yes, tzu,” sana begs, voice cracking, lifting herself up and down tzuyu’s digits all the while. 

tzuyu tightens her grip on sana’s hips, halting sana’s movements for a second. sana wails at that, a whiny cry leaving her parted lips. tzuyu ignores it, focused on lining up her third finger. the second she does, she thrusts back into sana, keeping it slow to let sana adjust. 

sana seems to have different plans, pushing her hips into tzuyu herself. 

“fuck!” sana cries sharply, an explosion of white behind her eyes suddenly and nothing but the feeling of tzuyu stretching her out. 

“baby, feels so good,” she mewls, panting and grinding all over tzuyu, becoming more incoherent as she goes. “god, you– fuck.”

sana's slick pools all around, a sticky squelch on tzuyu's fingers that sounds terribly sinful, even more so when sana’s rolling her hips and accompanying it with low moans. 

tzuyu could die right there. 

she rubs a thumb over sana’s clit, tight circles over the reddened nub, and sana groans in response. her wrist is sore and her fingers hurt from the relentless pace sana has set, but watching sana slowly fall apart above her, words blurred and whimpering in between begs, tzuyu wouldn’t have it any other way. 

“i’m gonna cum, baby,” sana whispers, the exhaustion already settling in. 

tzuyu does the final bit of work, dragging her fingers out and thrusting back in with the same vigour sana had, flicking sana’s clit over and over again until sana loses strength in her grip, letting go of the bed head and falling over tzuyu. she whimpers weakly, her orgasm coming in powerful crashes, feeling herself gush all over tzuyu filthily. tzuyu’s fingers slow, helping sana through it gently, her other hand stroking lovingly at sana’s scalp. 

a pleasant warmth washes over sana, and she lays content against tzuyu, chest heaving happily as she breathes in tzuyu’s scent. 

tzuyu moves to take her fingers out, but sana stops her before she can. 

“keep them there,” she murmurs, breath warm against the nape of tzuyu’s neck. 

“okay,” tzuyu says, always willing, as long as sana asks. 

maybe sana imagines it, but she thinks tzuyu sounds much softer than usual. 

--

when she wakes up, sana has somehow been changed into her own pajamas. tzuyu is beside her, staring up at the ceiling. 

sana’s stomach churns at the memories of yesterday night, a panic sinking in.

tzuyu doesn’t seem as panicked, though. 

it’s oddly serene. 

sana shifts, and tzuyu glances over. “oh, you’re awake.” 

sana’s head throbs from the alcohol, but she hasn’t forgotten. 

has tzuyu? 

“um,” tzuyu continues. “sorry i took my fingers out last night. also, i changed your clothes because… well…” 

sana laughs. 

she remembers.

“thanks, tzuyu. you’re kinda bad at pillowtalk.” 

tzuyu pushes at her shoulder in annoyance and rolls her eyes. “shut up. i’m good at the other things. my fingers are all sore now.”

sana laughs again, how can someone be so cute talking about something so filthy?

she finds her spot beside tzuyu, lying on her stomach and propping her chin on tzuyu’s chest. “say, about these other things, i don’t think i ever returned the favour.”

tzuyu’s ears flush red, cheeks pink. 

just like last night, sana moves to sit astride tzuyu.

she feels the entire room heat up. her head barely even hurts anymore.

“another one for the new year, baby?”

tzuyu doesn’t remember who says what after that, or if anyone even says anything. 

just remembers the taste of yesterday’s alcohol on sana’s lips, soda on hers; there’s warmth all over, a giddy feeling in her chest.

sana. 

i got so giddy writing all the non-smut parts 😭 truly a satzu lover at my core ill never forget my roots ✊ as for the smut tho, i can only apologise🙏 this was picked up from a wip i wrote back in december 2022, hence the sudden new years theme 😶‍🌫️ just imagine it isnt late-june rn! (one more satzu fic and i might just give up finding pics completely 🥰)

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easter drabble for domestic nahyo coming earlier than i expected... i really wanted to write this!

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jihyo had a serious problem.

she had to get things done, but she couldn't stop looking over at jisoo. her baby was quietly watching cartoons in the living room, nayeon there with her blowing up balloons — which jihyo and nayeon were afraid of, but kids loved them. jisoo loved them. as moms, they had to bear it for their kid.

what caught jihyo's attention was the silly bunny headband she'd bought for jisoo. she remembers buying it for the kids, and then nayeon insisted that they should get bigger ones for themselves. jihyo was against wearing it, thinking it was stupid, knowing jeongyeon and momo would tease them for it.

but they ended up getting the adult sized ones anyway, because jihyo couldn't have a pouting nayeon next to her through the entire day.

jisoo looked adorable wearing the bunny ears, even more so because she wore an outfit to match the theme. jihyo, who was supposed to be hiding chocolate eggs in the house and writing clues for the kids to find, just stopped by the hall and watched her kid eat breakfast fondly, jisoo looking a lot like nayeon despite being the spitting image of her.

"hey! have you done 'the thing' yet?!" nayeon calls her out, using a code for jisoo not to understand what jihyo should be doing.

"still need to write the clues," jihyo shrugs. now that she's been discovered, she walks over to the couch, bringing jisoo to her lap. "hey, bunny."

"mom-my," jisoo mumbles separately, mouth full of bread, and jihyo only has to look at her firmly for the baby to understand she should finish chewing before talking. "mama said..." she sips on juice. "momo and wannie are coming!"

jihyo knows that the 'momo' jisoo refers to is mobeom and not momo, her friend of years. jisoo had a hard time pronouncing mobeom when she was starting to learn how to talk, so the 'momo' she used to babble when she was an even tinier baby prevailed.

"they are, baby," jihyo smiles, using her thumbs to clean the bread crumbs on jisoo's cheeks. "aunties dahyun and mina are coming too."

jihyo wants to say that tzuyu and sana would be there as well because jisoo loves them, but nayeon doesn't know and she should only know when they were already there, or close enough. nayeon didn't like sana, still sulking about the fact that sana kissed jihyo back in high school days, when they were young, innocent and absolutely baby-free.

nayeon reminds she had broken up with jihyo at the time, something they did frequently when they were teenagers, because the both of them are the epitome of stubbornness. after getting married they never fought, but before they did, breaking up or not talking to each other was the usual.

nayeon never once looked for someone else during the maximum of 2 days they'd stay away from each other, and neither did jihyo. but one time sana kissed jihyo in one of those momentarily breakups and nayeon never forgot about it, keeping her hatred towards sana even after marrying jihyo and making a baby with her.

jihyo was still friends with sana, so nayeon was forced to hang out with her, especially at holidays or when they decided to have a night without the kids. nayeon knew sana was married now, but the fact that sana never apologized made her sulk even more.

as it was easter, jisoo's favorite holiday after christmas, jihyo guessed nayeon would just have to eat it up. and if nayeon did get upset, jihyo knew exactly what to do to make things better. it wasn't something she was worrying about.

"can i play with the baby this time?" jisoo asks jihyo, pouting. the last time she saw her aunties, jihyo showed her mina's growing tummy and jisoo was perplexed by the fact that her little friend couldn't come out and play with her.

"not yet, baby." jihyo answers, unable to stop smiling, wanting to smother jisoo's chubby cheeks with kisses. "it will take a while until the baby grows. you'll have to be patient, baby. like beom and wannie were when they waited for you."

"but if the baby takes too long, i could grow before i get to play with them!" jisoo whines, worrying she wouldn't be able to play with the baby.

"oh, soo, you won't grow that fast." jihyo reassures her, patting jisoo's head fondly.

"i'm done!" nayeon grunts and throws the last remaining balloon somewhere else. she would ask jeongyeon and momo to make them look nice later when they arrived. her lungs were hurting and she was too afraid to blow up another balloon, so her task was deemed completed.

"you should go and take a shower." jihyo tells her, jisoo eating more of her bread as she relaxes on jihyo's lap and goes back to watching her cartoon. "i'll finish writing the thing and wait for the girls."

"but i already showered!" nayeon says, not wanting to leave the comfort of the couch.

"you washed your face in the morning. that wasn't taking shower." jihyo counters, waiting for nayeon to get up and get herself clean. "im nayeon..."

nayeon sighs deeply and gets up. "fine, woman." she walks away, mumbling a few words to express her frustration.

"i heard that!" jihyo laughs.

"of course you did!"

"beom has something for you." momo says as soon as she arrives. jeongyeon and kyungwan went straight to jisoo while momo and mobeom stopped at the entrance.

"mom!" mobeom hides behind momo, jihyo laughing softly. he had always been like that around her and his other aunties.

"what did my favorite nephew bring me?" jihyo asks, making sure to reinforce that mobeom was her favorite, knowing he was shy around her. he was like that with jeongyeon too, if his mom decided to treat him like a baby despite him strongly denying he was one.

"give it to her, beom," momo brings him out, the kid shyly offering jihyo a small bag.

"it's just chocolate, auntie." mobeom tries to sound casual, as if he hadn't picked it especially for her.

"oh, thank you, baby!" jihyo smiles and bends down, kissing the boy's forehead briefly. "i love it!"

momo rolls her eyes at the way her son flushes, tapping his shoulder so he could go see jisoo. "that was expensive, you owe me one." she whispers to jihyo.

"i owe you nothing!" jihyo huffs. "it's not my fault your kid loves me," she brags, her voice low enough so that only the two of them could hear it. "can you keep an eye on soo? i'll go check up on nayeon."

"jihyo, it's easter..." momo starts, her head going to places.

"momo- i'm not going to do anything like that!" jihyo slaps momo's arm away. "i'll just go grab something and make sure she took a shower."

"oh, i know what you want to grab," momo squints. "don't take long!"

jihyo shakes her head and goes straight upstairs, thinking about what nayeon has been saying for months. mobeom makes jihyo understand the reason why nayeon keeps asking for another baby — nayeon wants a boy this time. she wouldn't be mad if they had another girl, of course not, but it would be interesting to raise a kid like mobeom. the opposite to jisoo in personality.

trying not to think about the possibility of getting pregnant again, leaving it for another time, jihyo steps into her room. nayeon was putting on a shirt, looking decent and clean. jihyo makes her way to her, hugging nayeon and planting a kiss on her cheek.

"they're here." jihyo spots the bunny headbands and grabs them, putting it on herself and on nayeon. "i feel like an intruder between you and soo."

"what do you mean?" nayeon laughs, arms around jihyo's waist.

"you both have the bunny teeth." jihyo pouts. "not fair."

"not all bunnies have big teeth." nayeon tries to comfort her.

"they do, nayeon. all of them." jihyo sighs, shaking her head. "you're lucky i love you."

"i am." nayeon smiles, clueless to the fact that jihyo had just called her a fool, in softer words.

jihyo just hugs nayeon for a moment, thinking of a good way to tell her that sana was coming. nayeon kisses the top of her head, the bunny ears poking her face but she didn't mind it.

"dahyun and mina are nearby," jihyo starts, her voice getting softer after each syllable. "sana and tzuyu too..."

nayeon pulls away from the hug the moment she hears the name 'sana'. jihyo looks at her innocently, nayeon feeling betrayed, reminiscing what she felt years ago, when sana told her she'd kissed jihyo with the smuggest smile she'd ever seen.

"what?!" nayeon squeals loudly, her face flushing with anger. "you invited her?"

jihyo hugs nayeon calmly, her head on nayeon's shoulder. "she's our friend."

"the last time she was here, she pulled me over a corner in our own house and told me she didn't regret kissing you!" nayeon huffs out, jihyo having to mash her lips together, not wanting to laugh at her.

"she was just playing with you," jihyo replies. "and she didn't kiss kiss me. i've told you a thousands of times, it was just a peck! a very friendly one."

"so friends give each other kisses now?"nayeon asks and jihyo pulls her face away to look at her. the silly bunny ears made it difficult to take nayeon seriously, and nayeon knew jihyo was about to laugh. "what if i kissed jeongyeon? she used to have a crush on me but we're friends today, just like you and sa-"

"nayeon," jihyo calls her, interrupting her wife. "i'm married to you. i'm your wife and you are mine. there's no reason for us to fight over something we've already talked about."

"i'm sorry." nayeon looks down, holding jihyo's waist tenderly. "i just don't like that her lips touched yours."

"we can't change the past." jihyo holds nayeon's cheek, laughing softly this time at the way nayeon worded it. "but i will tell her to stop teasing you. i know your heart can't handle it," jihyo coos, nayeon huffing when jihyo sounds just as teasing as sana.

"but it really can not handle it." nayeon mutters, bringing jihyo closer for a kiss. "can you wear this at night?" she touches jihyo's bunny ears.

jihyo answers with a giggle.

mina was close to her due date, so she stayed on a chair for the most part, dahyun too worried with the kids running across the backyard and inside the house to let her walk around. it was better that way, preventing bad things from happening.

"we're thinking about having kids," sana says.

nayeon hugged jihyo possessively and started following her around like a security guard the moment sana arrived. momo went to help jisoo find and read the clues so she could participate on the egg hunt and jeongyeon stayed with the other adults.

"we don't know which one of us will carry the baby, but," tzuyu holds sana's hand. "we're already looking for a donor."

"that's great news!" jihyo smiles, tapping nayeon's knee for her to say something nice too. what nayeon says is barely audible, so jihyo just keeps talking. "just don't get twins."

jeongyeon throws an empty soda can on jihyo, nayeon protecting her successfully and throwing it back at jeongyeon.

"leave my kids alone!" jeongyeon groans. "i bet you wish you had twins."

"i doubt that," nayeon mumbles, caressing jihyo's shoulder with her palm. "i've been trying to convince her to have another baby and she doesn't want it."

"it's not that i don't want it," jihyo sighs, shaking her head. "we're not talking about this now." she finishes.

momo comes back right in time, the twins behind her and jisoo on her lap, both of them sweaty, momo a tad bit traumatized after siding with the most competitive kid she'd ever seen, going against her own kids.

beom and kyungwan had an advantage, as they could read. jisoo could not, so momo had to step in. she was the best choice in that case because, as her friends told her, she didn't have the competitive spirit so it would be fair if she sided with jisoo.

she just never thought she'd be bossed around by a three year old. but jisoo made it happen.

"i won, mommy!" jisoo shakes her little legs, trying to hop off of momo's lap. momo places her on the ground and she goes running to jihyo, using her shirt to carry the candies, some of it falling as she ran towards her mom. "i got more chocolate!"

jihyo feels the stares. all eyes were on her, even nayeon seemingly judging her for creating a competitive little monster, but she feels proud, not a single bit ashamed. but, although she's proud of jisoo's inherited greed for winning, she's still a mom. the competitiveness had to be corrected early, or else jisoo would be a sulky loser when she grew up, just like jihyo herself.

jihyo cleans her throat, hiding her smile. "there's no winning on this game, babygirl. but i'm so proud of you for finding this much!"

"that's okay! auntie momo helped too!" jisoo smiles toothily, putting all the chocolate she got on the table, one by one. "can't eat all of this," jisoo mutters and looks at the twins, who didn't get much. "we can share!"

"she's better than you." nayeon teases jihyo, poking her waist with her finger, jihyo too shocked at her daughter's kindness to manage out an answer. jisoo definitely didn't get that from her, or nayeon.

"jihyo," momo calls, sitting next to jeongyeon. "forgot to say but you look silly with the bunny ears."

jeongyeon laughs loudly. "i was going to say that!"

jihyo pouts, hugging nayeon, face on her chest, jeongyeon and momo giggling when the ears poke nayeon's face.

"why do they only bully me? you're wearing it too." jihyo whines into her chest.

nayeon squints at the problematic duo. "they're just jealous, baby. don't mind them."

at night when jisoo was fast asleep, instead of cleaning the house, nayeon drags jihyo to their room.

"you... you're so sexy with this thing," nayeon lets out, breathless, sitting on the edge of the bed with her shorts around her ankles, boxers down by her thighs, already buried inside jihyo.

"p-pervert." jihyo clasps a hand over her own mouth, muffling her moans, nayeon hitting incredibly deep. her own hips moved back and forth, helping both of them out by riding nayeon in time with her thrusts.

"don't lie." nayeon grips her waist firmly, licking her lips at the way jihyo's covered tits bounced with each harsh thrust. jihyo didn't have time to take her shirt off before nayeon pulled her shorts down and her panties to the side, sticking her cock in quickly. "i feel you clenching when i call you my bunny."

"s-stop it!" jihyo punches nayeon's shoulders, making nayeon's torso fall to the bed. "just cum already. we need to c-clean the mess downstairs."

"m'kay," nayeon grunts softly, her cock coated with jihyo's slick. she clearly wasn't the only one enjoying it. "coming!"

jihyo rubs her clit, following nayeon and spilling all over the older's shaft. nayeon holds her down, making sure jihyo didn't move until she filled her up with every last bit of her seed, gasping for air, heart beating too fast.

"such a horndog," jihyo teases, trying to catch a breath herself.

"can't help it." nayeon replies weakly, eyes heavy. "can we clean up the house tomorrow?"

jihyo nods, caressing nayeon's face. "we can."

[otwicepairing]

satzu/∞

[allfortzu]

everything, everywhere

-- sana / tzuyu. 2.36k, fluff // MEN DNI.

sana and tzuyu find their way. in every universe, in every life.

one cool night of mid-april spring, sana lays a cheek on her palm and watches tzuyu work. 

they're meant to be studying for their final exams, but sana is easily distracted, and the thought of something final makes sana a little sentimental. 

quiet nights have always been this way – of her and tzuyu working at the only table in their dorm, because the other was dismantled and turned into a temporary makeshift enclosure for two dogs tzuyu impulsively fostered. 

tzuyu promised not to get attached, but now the dogs have names and sana is in charge of feeding them every wednesday morning. 

kaya and butter yip happily from behind what was once tzuyu’s table top. 

sana sighs melancholically, her entire body slumping. 

life is good now, but for how long more?

"can i ask you a question?" 

tzuyu glances up from her notes. “what’s wrong?”

“will you go back to taiwan after graduation?” sana asks. 

tzuyu doesn’t say anything immediately – it’s not like she enjoys entertaining the thought of it either. 

“maybe. you?” 

sana shrugs. “i don’t know. i think i might miss all of this too much.” 

tzuyu tilts her head sideways.  “all of this?” 

their dorm was standard at best. small, quaint, and unassuming. there really wasn’t much to lose. honestly, life would be much more comfortable if they were back home with their families. 

“yeah, like kaya and butter,” sana says. 

then, after what might’ve been a moment of hesitation: “and you.”

it comes as a surprise; not because tzuyu didn’t think she took up that big of a part in sana’s life, but rather she had never even thought about the possibility of not being in sana’s life at all. 

tzuyu wants to console sana with solutions, but sana’s right. 

after this, they wouldn’t need to live in a dorm together anymore, and if not both, one of them would leave korea completely. sana to japan, tzuyu to taiwan. perhaps they could visit each other, but they both knew that was wishful thinking.

it would only be natural to move on. 

this time, tzuyu sighs. “i’d miss you, too.” 

she’ll miss the routine they’ve found themselves falling into after three years of rooming, she’ll miss the miso soup sana makes for her birthday, because seaweed soup was always too hard to make without a kitchen. she’ll miss sana in her bed, clutched on tight during rainy nights when the thunder was too loud for comfort. 

ah, i haven't even confessed to her yet. 

sana doesn’t say anything. it’s as if this truly is the end, and they’re both trying to imagine a life without one another. 

or trying to imagine a life where everything works out; where sana has tzuyu, and tzuyu has sana.

“do you think we’re best friends in every universe?” sana asks. 

another universe, one where we never stop being best friends. 

in this universe, sana and tzuyu are best friends. 

at the end of the year, they’ll graduate, and what lies ahead is uncertainty. 

in another universe, sana and tzuyu are older, but they don’t know each other yet. 

tzuyu is a barista, and sana has recently moved into the area. 

it's the coffee shop closest to her apartment, and also the only one that offers free pup cups with every order of a drink. perfect for sana and her shiba inu. 

the cafe door swings open with a gentle ding, and sana peeks her head in. 

"good morning," a girl behind the counter greets, waving an arm. 

she's tall, pretty, and has caramel brown hair. there's no one else in the cafe yet, but maybe because it's just opened. 

"hi!" sana waves back, dog leash still in hand. "i heard dogs are allowed?" 

the barista's face lits up fully, and she leans over the countertop to get a better view. sana's shiba inu peeks a snout in as well, and the barista squeaks.  

"yes! dogs are welcomed!" she chirps, quickly rounding from her spot to join sana at the entrance. 

"baby!" she says and squats down. "are they a she or he!"

the enthusiasm and eagerness is so contagious, sana really can't help but grin, both with pride and plain endearment. "a she. her name is pomu!"

"awww, pomu!" the barista coos, patting pomu lightly in between her ears. pomu wags her tail happily, tilting her head upwards for more scratches.

sana giggles at the scene, and she doesn't mean to, but it snaps the barrista out of her one-track-dog-lover-mind momentarily. 

"ah," she says sheepishly, rubbing at her neck. "sorry, i didn't introduce myself." 

maybe this barista isn't as well-versed with humans than with dogs. 

"my name is tzuyu," she continues, suddenly awkward. what an adorable name. "you have a really cute dog."

sana has never let a little awkwardness get in the way of a pretty girl, though. 

"thank you, you're cute too!" sana giggles. "i'm sana, i'm new around here."

the casual comment makes tzuyu laugh shyly, a light pink tinting her cheeks in a way sana loves. "always nice to see a new face." then, glancing at pomu. "and a new dog." 

she leads sana back to the counter after, returning to her place behind it. "what can i get for you today?" 

sana scans the menu, and besides the usual americano or expresso, she doesn't really know what anything else is. "do you have anything sweet?" 

tzuyu muses, tilting her head slightly. "not yet, but i've been experimenting on a new strawberry rose latte."

sana's ears perk up at the mention of strawberries and roses. "what's a latte?" 

"it's just coffee and milk. not very strong, i think you'd like it." tzuyu smiles. "and if you're up for it, you can try the strawberry rose one. free of charge, of course." 

"trying it on a test subject before you debut it?" sana jokes. 

tzuyu shrugs, playing along. "think of it as… a pre-release trial?" 

"hm," sana hums. "when you put it that way, how could i turn it down?"

tzuyu grins. "one strawberry rose latte, for the lady with the cute dog. and a pup cup!" 

"way to make a girl feel special," sana chides playfully, huffing. tzuyu simply chuckles at the jab. 

and so it goes. 

sana is the first to try tzuyu's new strawberry rose latte, and the first at tzuyu's coffee shop every morning after. 

tzuyu names it the pomu special, and it's a limited edition feature for her valentines day menu. 

sana gets unlimited access to it, though. of course she does.

tzuyu finds that she does play favourites when it comes to customers, but doesn't care because it's sana. 

sana tries all of tzuyu's drinks, "pre-released", as tzuyu puts it, and their future is full of new beginnings. 

they'll be best friends, soon enough. 

maybe more.

in another, sana and tzuyu have known each other for years, but no one can know. 

"i've missed you," sana murmurs, wrapping her arms around tzuyu's neck to pull her close. 

she just wants to hug the person she's been wanting to hug all day, but tzuyu stands stiff, back taut and tilting her chin away from sana. "sana, not now." 

"but we're in private now," sana pouts. 

nonetheless, even if she hates it, she still unravels her arms and slides her hands reluctantly off. she doesn't let go completely, though, catching the lapels of tzuyu's blazer between her thumb and fingers. 

tzuyu sighs, covering sana's hands with her own, touch as loving as always, but there’s still a certain hesitancy. "i have to check the room first – give me a second?" 

in this world, sana is the only daughter of the famed minatozaki clan, and tzuyu the first-in-line for the inheritance of the chou group. 

if anyone knew they were together, snuck away from one of many business galas, it would be the end of their family's reputations as a whole. 

"one kiss?" sana pleads, brows knit and eyes round, looking up at tzuyu innocently. 

"we’ll check first, then a kiss," tzuyu says sternly, but the gentle finger she rubs in between sana's frown is anything but. 

sana huffs, but ultimately relents. "one check." 

tzuyu smiles, nodding; an action that's come to be a staple in a relationship. tzuyu accompanies it with a subtle scrunch of her nose, eyes curving slightly, and it's enough to tell sana that she's thinking of her when they can't tell each other in public. 

not that tzuyu isn't always thinking about sana, but when she does that, it means she's thinking of her. 

thinking of kissing her, thinking of doing all the things sana wants to do. 

thinking of sana, truly, in the sense of a lover thinking of her muse. 

and a sweep tzuyu does, quick but thorough. until she's satisfied that they're safe, and she lets herself let go completely, giving a patient sana the permission to jump into her arms finally. 

tzuyu embraces sana fully, wholly, all their love encompassed into a single moment – one where they are completely each other's and nothing else. 

"i missed you," sana says again, but this time softer, voice muffled in the crook of tzuyu's neck as her shoulders rise with her tightened hold. 

they're familiar words, said almost everyday. some might say it takes away from the significance, but sana has never cared about significance – what mattered besides missing tzuyu's touch every second of the day and telling her as it is? 

tzuyu squeezes back, places a gentle kiss on the crown of sana's head. "kisses?" 

"please." sana tilts her chin up, lets her eyes flutter close.

dutifully, tzuyu plants another kiss on sana's lips, a proper kiss. 

the weight of the world is lifted off their shoulders, and then it's just them; sana and tzuyu, tzuyu and sana. 

sana tugs at tzuyu’s blazer until it’s finally slipped off, hands roaming eagerly and freely, savouring the few moments they have away from prying eyes. tzuyu presses closer in earnest, palm on the small of her back, gentle. 

she hums into sana’s lips, a soft purr that sounds from the back of her throat and comes out in contented waves, flowing right into sana. 

it’s so unlike tzuyu as she is in public, but so completely like the tzuyu sana knows behind doors. 

i hope we exist in another life – one without all the stupid things in this one.

their lips part for a moment, but sana finds tzuyu again. 

no titles, no fleeting touches. 

tzuyu lets herself enjoy the comfort of sana in her arms, of her in sana's arms. 

no pretending we’re not everything more than that. 

in this universe, sana and tzuyu have all of each other, even if they’re the only ones who know. 

somewhere else, sana and tzuyu lay in bed, foreheads pressed against each other. 

they speak in hushed tones, legs tangled up beneath the sheets, sharing the warmth. 

tzuyu says something, rubs her nose on sana's, and sana giggles. it probably isn't anything funny, but sana's always giddy around tzuyu. 

tzuyu laughs too, and soon enough all they're doing is snickering at nothing. 

"i want to get a dog," tzuyu says, tinges of laughter still laced between her words. "or two. can we?" 

"does that mean i get co-parenting rights?" 

"yeah," tzuyu smiles. "i'll even let you name one." 

sana quriks a brow. "i bet you've already got two names in mind." 

"but they're our dogs, i'm trying not to be greedy." 

sana laughs at that, shoulders shaking lightly. "you're allowed to be greedy, love," she says, poking tzuyu's dimple when tzuyu starts grinning. "tell me the names?" 

"i'm thinking kaya and butter," tzuyu says. 

"i think those names are perfect," sana muses, tucking a stray strand of tzuyu's hair behind her ears and kissing the tip of her nose for good measure. 

"like you," tzuyu giggles. 

sana laughs again, how terribly corny. 

though, ever so tzuyu. 

they've been together for longer than either can remember, but somehow still as infatuated as the first time they met. 

"can i ask you another thing?" tzuyu whispers, eyes bright.

"yeah?" sana says, finally letting the last bit of laughter out of her system. 

"i want to marry you." 

there's no hesitancy when it's said, no fear. 

not even a question, really, just a statement of fact. 

it's sudden, but not too sudden at all. it's not like they haven't known the answer to these questions for years now. 

sana smiles. 

"let's get married, then." 

it's easy, effortless. 

"and get two dogs," tzuyu adds, pecking sana on the lips. 

sana grins. "and get two dogs."

they've always worked it out. 

truly, there's nowhere else they'd rather be. 

looking back, sana had asked: "do you think we're best friends in every universe?" 

"probably not," tzuyu answers. 

sana pouts. "you really think that?" 

tzuyu looks away when she says the next words; pretends they mean less to her than they really do. 

"i don't know. maybe we're something other than best friends?" maybe she's hoping. "maybe… maybe we don't know each other yet…" 

maybe we'd be lovers. 

"maybe everything works out in those universes," sana muses. "it's fun to think about. us in another universe, hm?" 

it is. 

if we're happy in another universe, let's be happy in this one too, sana. 

"how about we find a place together after graduation?" tzuyu says. "i don't think i'm ready to go back to taiwan just yet." 

not without you, at least. 

"thank god you asked," sana laughs, relieved. "i really thought you were going to pack up and leave once we were done." 

tzuyu ducks her head. "i'd miss all of this too much, too." 

"what was that?" sana teases, leaning in. "you'd miss me too much?" 

"kaya and butter would miss you too much," tzuyu rolls her eyes, pushing sana's smug look away. "go away, i'm studying." 

"aw, i love you, tzuyu," sana coos, voice high and dragged out to rub it in. 

tzuyu groans, covering her ears in despair.

but it's all just for show. 

where tzuyu and sana are right now, they decide they'd rather be here than anywhere else, too. 

i love you too, sana.

didnt even use those satzu wips i wrote a whole new one instead?!% yeah idk whats going on in this fic either (but ill lose my mind if i spend longer on this than i alrdy have ong) and its a bit different from what i usually write, but still, hopefully it turned out tolerable at least,, 🙏 inspired-ish by that one falseknees comic, but in this one, their relationship always exists in every universe :)

thank you for reading! interactions, again, always appreciated <3

MEN DNI.

[shiba-chuu]

Sana: Tzuyu, I’m bored. Let’s play hide-and-seek.

Tzuyu: Sure, why not

Sana: Here are the rules. If you find me, I’ll be yours forever

Sana: If you don’t…. I’ll be hiding in the closet.