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Mira draws in a slow breath, trying to ignore the way her heart races. “It’s meant to be. I haven’t kissed anyone with it.”
She ignores the fact that she hasn’t kissed anyone in a very long time. She ignores the fact related to that fact, which is mostly along the lines of, she hasn’t kissed anyone in a very long time because there are very few people she’s interested in kissing, and they’re...
Mira clears her throat, shaking her head as she goes back to buttoning up Rumi’s stupid shirt.
“Don’t let Zoey hear you say that,” Rumi suddenly teases, her hands finally moving away from Mira’s face. The relief that she feels only lasts for half a second, because then Rumi’s hands are on her shoulders, fingers tracing against her skin. “She’ll take it as a challenge. God forbid she lunges at you during dinner. Honestly, she probably will as soon as she sees you in this dress.”
“It’s—it’s just a dress,” Mira forces out with a trembling laugh that sounds a little too fake on her ears. “You need to chill.”
Rumi laughs, bright and brilliant. “Yeah, but you’re the one wearing it.”
(or, rumi + zoey are unabashedly in love with mira who. doesn't quite get the hint)
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- Part 13 of 2025 october song prompts [kpdh]
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04 Oct 2026
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She pushes her glasses back up her nose, eyes never moving from the spot on Rumi’s shoulder. Hm. They are, in fact, still there.
“Zoey,” Mira calls, keeping her voice low, not wanting to alert Rumi, because, quite frankly, she needs to talk to anyone else who isn't the source of the problem right now.
Zoey, thankfully, picks up on the tone in her voice, easily making her way over from across the compound, giving Mira a look. Mira just gestures for Zoey to get closer to her, and once Zoey is shoulder-to-shoulder with her, Mira gestures over toward Rumi.
There’s a pause.
“Huh,” Zoey decides, frowning. “That’s...” she trails off, waving a hand as she tilts her head to the side. “Different.”
“Something like that,” Mira agrees, crossing her arms over her chest. “Rumi has patterns.”
Zoey makes a noise. “Yeah. I guess so, huh?”
(or, mira and zoey discover rumi's patterns early and make it their life goal to...help)
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- Part 18 of 2025 october song prompts [kpdh]
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04 Oct 2026
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Rumi’s stomach churns at the thought of seeing Celine again after how they left things off before she ran head-first into Gwi-ma’s not-so-little deathtrap, but she walks up the steps without thinking, the way she always used to, past the gate and across the familiar stone path, and then knocks on the front door.
“Celine,” she calls, and then she hears it. The soft, slow shuffle of footsteps from inside, drawing nearer and nearer, and then, the sound of the lock turning, and—
The door opens, and the woman standing in front of them is not Celine.
If Rumi isn’t actually dead already, her heart stops. “Mom?”
Ryu Miyeong frowns at her. “‘Mom?’"
or: Rumi wakes in a world where Miyeong is alive, and Rumi never existed.
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04 Oct 2026
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“Umma,” Nari whispered in awe, her fingers tracing lightly along Mira’s skin, “you have patterns too… like Momma.”
It took Mira a second to process what she meant. She glanced down, finally realizing her daughter’s little hands were resting over the faint stretch marks that curved softly along the sides of her stomach.
“Oh,” Mira breathed, letting out a quiet laugh, “these aren’t patterns, plum.”
Nari blinked up at her, clearly unconvinced, waiting for more.
“They’re called stretch marks,” Mira explained gently, resting her own hand over Nari’s to guide her tiny fingertips. “When you were in my belly, you kept growing… and my stomach grew with you so you’d have more room. The marks showed up as my skin stretched to make space for you.”
Nari’s small brows furrowed, processing that with deep toddler concentration. Her fingertip traced along one of the faint silvery lines, feather-light and curious.
“I was in here?” she asked softly, glancing up at Mira like she was confirming the biggest secret in the world.
Mira’s chest warmed, a quiet ache pressing behind her ribs. She nodded slowly. “Mhm. The whole nine months.”
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Polytrix as mothers.
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24 Sep 2026
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Mira asks, “So, what, we just pretend ‘polytrix’ isn’t top one on the global trending list right now?”
“It’s—” Rumi physically freezes. It looks like it takes her a moment to compute what Mira had said, then she finishes stiffly, “It’s what?”
Mira’s never been one to lie; and, lo and behold, hashtag polytrix was indeed pressed up as number one on the social media app they’re staring at. Zoey glances down at the related hashtags trending with it: #ITSREAL #POLYTRIXONTOP #RUMIONBOTTOM #HUNTR/XGIRLS #TOTHEGAYWORLD
Or, Mira, Rumi, and Zoey get caught in the middle of their fans' shipping war—but maybe one ship in particular has more substance than the others.
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24 Sep 2026