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I'm back!

Finished with exams!

Any recommendations on fanfic I should write?

[twicetrace-rina]

Hey guys! I'm writing my first fan fiction and would love your feed back! This one is going for a more lighthearted, fun vibe. Let me know what you think and if I should keep writing it!

Title: Nayeon, Extra Whip Please

Part 1:

You met Nayeon the same way most great disasters start—with spilled whipped cream and accidental eye contact.

You worked part-time at a cozy café near Gangnam, where K-pop idols were rare sightings but overly confident influencers were not. So when a girl in a giant bucket hat and oversized sunglasses stormed in like she owned the place, you barely glanced up.

Until she tripped over a chair leg and launched her caramel frappuccino—extra whip—straight into your apron.

“OH MY GOD,” she shrieked, tearing off her glasses. “I just assaulted a barista with dairy!”

You blinked, slowly absorbing both the cream and the situation. “It’s okay. I’ve had worse. One guy threw a matcha bomb at me once.”

She looked genuinely horrified. “What kind of war zone is this café?!”

That was your official introduction to Nayeon. TWICE's Nayeon. She apologized five times, offered to buy you a new apron (you declined), and then showed up again the next day.

And the next.

And every day after that for three weeks straight.

You started keeping extra whipped cream on hand because she always asked for it—sometimes twice (pun fully intended). You joked that she was just trying to get more drink for the same price. She claimed she was just “whip-positive.”

Conversations got deeper. You found out she loved watching bad romantic comedies and thought pineapple on pizza was “a moral obligation.” She found out you sang under your breath when you thought no one was listening.

One night, after a closing shift, she waited for you outside.

“I have something to show you,” she said, her grin wider than the Han River.

You followed her to a tiny practice studio and watched her dance around the room like a chaos fairy. “Okay, but now you have to sing for me,” she said, flopping onto the floor dramatically.

You panicked and sang a weird mashup of a lullaby and a Bruno Mars song. It was tragic. She applauded like it was Grammy-worthy.

Then came the silence.

The kind that’s too full and too close and too much.

You looked at her. She looked at you.

“Oh, screw it,” she muttered, lunging forward in the most uncoordinated, overly ambitious kiss in human history. Your teeth bumped. Your noses squished. Someone might have snorted (probably you).

You pulled away laughing. “That was—”

“Awful,” she said. “Truly embarrassing. Should we try again?”

The second kiss was better. Still tacky. Still awkward. Her lip gloss got on your chin. But it was perfect in a way that only first kisses between nervous people with too many feelings can be.

And as you lay on the studio floor, giggling like teens at a sleepover, Nayeon whispered, “Don’t make this a one-hit wonder, okay?”

You promised. Right after she let you borrow her hoodie that still smelled like vanilla and stage lights.

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So gay for her omg!!!!!! I can't EVEN!!!!! UNREAL!!! 😍