4 Works by MissMighty
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But Sana is the best at something in particular; convincing her members (mostly Jihyo) to do something — anything — that she wants them to do. Even if it's definitely not the best idea.
Even if Jihyo and Jeongyeon had repeatedly told her no, for her own safety and wellbeing. But those battles don't often take too long and they (Jihyo) often lose. Because saying no to Sana feels like kicking a stray puppy on the street and Jihyo in all her developed fortitude cannot handle those absurdly large eyes that can make you believe she's begging when she's actually demanding.
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Jihyo takes Sana snowboarding. It doesn't go well. Sana moves in with Jihyo for two weeks. It gets better. Cue the 'husband experience'.
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And then, of course, the universe delivers the final blow.
It gifts her an image she’ll never forget. One early, chilly evening, when Sana’s working on her sketch portfolio, pencil scratching faintly across paper. After a period of comfortably routine silence, she hears movement—a drawer opening, fabric rustling, a zipper tugged.
She turns her head, glances over. Just a harmless flick of the eyes. She knows by now that she really shouldn’t. She knows. But some terrible, ungovernable part of her risks it anyway.
On the other side of the dormroom, Jihyo stands in front of their full-length mirror with her back to Sana, mid-motion and halfway into a pair of sinfully tight jeans, the need for any curtain of modesty be damned.
Sana forgets how to breathe. And she should look away. Really, she means to.
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(Repressed, gay-panicking femme) Sana gradually experiences (androgynous dreamboat) Jihyo via the fives senses and it's a painfully horny journey.
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It’s Jihyo’s fault.
If she had never smelled like chocolate from her mouth, then Sana wouldn't have become trapped in this spiralling obsession to figure out the answer to one burning, maddening question looping endlessly in her brain:
Do you taste the way you smell?
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On a chilly, starless night as clouds hang dismally in the sky, one Minatozaki Sana wakes up in bed alone.
These nights alone are the worst, when she’s lying in the dark with her eyes squeezed shut, in a strange bed, in a strange land, body wracked by post-concert exhaustion but somehow still acutely awake. When she starts suddenly from sleep only to be plagued again by thoughts of Jihyo and her new man. In the stillness of the room, she sees and hears. Unending reels of images and snatches of breathing, moaning, touching, of Jihyo’s supple, naked skin brushing against a body that isn’t hers.
Sana wonders why she tortures herself like this. It’s her way of dealing with things, she guesses, of trying to make sense of this maddening desire for the younger woman while still trying to come to terms with the truth.
And the truth as it stands: everything has gone wrong.
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Jihyo ‘drunkenly’ kisses Sana even though she has a new boyfriend, and now the two of them have to deal with the aftermath.