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Dating Sana, for real this time, feels like a full-time job. This girl is needy as hell. She needs to have daily cuddles and kisses: these exclude the ones they share when sleeping and off to work. To Sana, skinship is like oxygen, and she dies with the lack of it. And the girl craves it like her daily drugs. 5 am cuddles. 8 am goodbye kiss, lunch calls, after work cuddles, preparing dinner kisses, they bathe together, and 11 pm cuddling before falling asleep. The schedule is pretty much like that.
Nayeon sighs as she reads Sana’s message that she’s in the office working and it’s boring, posting a picture while she’s biting on the tip of her necktie. She blushes hard in the middle of the meeting, quickly scanning the table, wary if anyone has noticed. Then, locking her phone, Nayeon gathers herself. I swear to god, Sana.
Sana does not know anything about fast food either. “Then how the hell did you order those McDonald’s then?” She shrugs and holds out her phone. “I called my secretary to order it for me.” She’s helpless.
Sana gets jealous quickly too. She religiously picks up Nayeon at work, literally going up to their floor, and waits for her beside her cubicle. She doesn’t dare to ask anymore how she manages to get away from the security every time. Sana is worried about Jeongyeon.
“Does she bother you?”
“Yes-”
“Do you want me to fire her then?”
“I meant things about our job, Sana. And no, that won’t be necessary.” Of course, she doesn’t bother to ask how Sana will even do that either, but well, she hopes Sana’s just joking around.
Sana petulantly scoffs and crosses her arms. “Just say you want her around.” She scoffs once more and glares at the glass window of Jeongyeon’s office. “With a view like this….” She harrumphs and looks around.
“Maybe you should exchange cubicles with Jihyo….”
She frequently does it, and her colleagues are used to it. Like clockwork, Sana arrives thirty minutes before their off, bringing coffee for everyone. Her friends are used to it, they don’t press Sana about it, but Jeongyeon did. She even attempted to kick Sana out. Their department head saw it and repeatedly apologized to Sana while nervously pulling Jeongyeon into her office with closed blinds. They didn’t hear Jeongyeon getting yelled at, Mr. Ok is not that type, but everyone is still worried.
For some twisted reason, Sana liked it. “Ha! Did you see that?” She childishly points at the office. Nayeon hits her arm and scolds her. “That was not nice.”
Mr. Ok leaves Jeongyeon’s office, giving his apologies once again. Jeongyeon waits for him to be out of earshot before walking close. Sana stands and faces Jeongyeon too. Jeongyeon is a little taller, though. Sana tips her toe to assert more dominance. God, she looks stupid.
“Sana-” before she can stop her girlfriend from doing something stupid, Jeongyeon beats her to it.
“You better join us on our Friday drinking. Let’s see how tough you are, Minatozaki.” Oh god, they are both stupid.
Of course, it is a bad idea. Jeongyeon can handle alcohol well, Sana is not a lightweight, but she’s super drunk now. She gets clingier than before. “I am better than you!” Sana shouts. Momo covers her ears and continues to eat the samgyupsal Jihyo is grilling. She hugs Nayeon tight and glares at Jeongyeon. “I’ll never let you steal her from me!”
Jeongyeon snorts and drinks. “No one is stealing Nayeon, Minatozaki. Why? Are you threatened?” Sana visibly freezes at Jeongyeon’s taunting.
Chaeyoung acts as their referee, tapping Jeongyeon’s shoulders and holding Sana before she can come close to Jeongyeon. Dahyun locks her right arm that’s about to throw a punch. “Woah, Woah. No punching, just drinking. Soju. Okay? Calm down. Calm down.”
Dahyun asks Momo what the Japanese for "calm down" is,, and the moron giggles. Encouraging Dahyun to move closer and whisper the word like it should be a secret,, to begin with. Dahyun nods and mouths the word for confirmation. Momo laughs and gives her a thumb’s up. “Alright, Sana-chan. Opai, opai. Okay?” She gives her an ‘ok’ sign and smiles.
Momo burst into laughter, happily chewing the meat. The color on Jihyo’s face is gone, while Chaeyoung is laughing on the floor, holding on to her stomach. Nayeon fails to hold her laughter,, too, especially watching Sana scrunch her brows and grab her breasts, confusedly asking her. “Opai?” Jeongyeon guffaws when Dahyun, like bright sunshine she is, just nods and repeats. “Yes! Opai! Now be opai for me.”
Sana is now calm. She sits and scoots closer to Nayeon. “I think your friend wants me to touch-” Nayeon grabs Sana’s wrist, shaking her head. “No, you are not touching anyone, Sana. Just ignore that.”
She mutters a low ‘oh’ and just leans on Nayeon’s shoulders. “I only love touching yours anyway.” Even at moments like this, Sana never misses the chance to say things that can make blood rush to Nayeon’s face. “S-shut up!”
“Hehe.” Nayeon hears soft snores not long after.
They fell back into their quick routine. Sana picks her up to drive her to work,, but this varies; if she sleeps over her house, Sana will be waking up early to cook her breakfast. Her girlfriend can’t cook. They have been eating fried eggs and bacon the whole time when Sana says, ‘she’ll cook something.’ And Nayeon has been teaching her how to order food for delivery too.
On nights where Sana crashes in her place instead, Nayeon orders for them. “Wow, so we just leave the container outside, and the delivery guy will come to pick them up?” Sana discovers new things every day, she says.
Like a creep, she waits for the guy to pick up their dishes and startles the poor man when he finally comes to pick them up. Nayeon only smiles and laughs at Sana’s enthusiasm.
Weekends are usually spontaneous. Sana loves shopping,, and she splurges. Nayeon always declines Sana’s offers to buy her things, but that doesn’t stop her anyway. One time she proposed to buy a car for Nayeon. “What?! I don’t need one, and I can’t even drive!”
“Hmm… then I’ll teach ya how to drive.” And Nayeon should have known it would not be a typical practice driving. Sana is an odd teacher.
Sana is still in the driver’s seat on their first Saturday practice driving. She taps her lap happily. “What are you doing?” Nayeon knows what’s up, but she asks anyway.
“We’ll be practicing. Now, come here!”
“I don’t think I’ll need to sit on your lap to drive, Sana.”
She pouts and pulls Nayeon’s hand. “Well, how will you manage with the gears then?” Nayeon deadpans, “This car is automatic, babe.”
Nayeon gives her a quick kiss and a whispered promise that immediately perks her ears up, quickly moving to the shotgun, fastening her seatbelt like a child. “Let’s begin?”
The training begins with Sana teaching her the part and their use. Dry driving. “You pull that lever up to signal that you are turning right. It’s easy when you steer anyway.” Nayeon tries to do what Sana just taught, but suddenly the wiper starts moving.
“What is going on?!” Sana patiently smiles and guides her hand. “It should be the other lever, on your left. Calm down, just pull that down.” Nayeon nods and pulls it forward. The windshield is suddenly wet. She helplessly turns to Sana, who only beams brightly and gives her encouragement. “It’s okay, and you’re a beginner anyway.”
They begin starting the car, teaching Nayeon to drive in the empty parking lot. It’s going great. But when she tried to drive on the actual road, Nayeon started to short-circuit. Real roads got other cars and sidewalks!
Sana is holding on to the handle above her, screaming for her life. “No, no, babe! What the hell, stay in the lane!” Nayeon panics and steers the wheel. “I am trying! The curb jumped out of nowhere!” “Step on the brakes! Step on the brakes!” Nayeon steps on the pedal that her right foot first touches. The car speeds up. Sana screams louder and stabilizes her steering. “Brakes! I said brakes!!”
When they drive back to Sana’s house, Nayeon watches her slump on the couch. Nayeon apologetically gives her cuddles. “I told you, I don’t need to learn-”
“Nah, you’re doing okay. I scratched at least six cars and bumped into several street signs in my practice before.” How… how is that okay?
Sana turns to her and smiles. Nayeon gulps loudly - this smile is different. This mischievous, sly grin is often followed by that sultry look on her eyes that will just suck you in. It’s so seductive Nayeon can barely speak and avert her gaze when Sana uses them.
“Wh- what?”
Sana inches close and feigns ignorance, raising her shoulders to shrug. “I don’t know, you tell me.”
The promise. She never forgets, huh?
Nayeon flutters and inhales shaky breathing. She sees Sana propping her head on her right arm as it leans on the headrest of the couch. Those lips, those brown orbs… She resigns and bridges in. Their breaths mingled, and Nayeon can already feel Sana’s fanning her face when Sana cheekily touches her lips with her index finger just a few inches away. Then she whispers, “Oops, dinner first.” Sana kissed her cheek and leaves for the kitchen.
That little-
Sana’s melodic laughs echo the whole house as she calls for someone to cook something for them. Nayeon is brooding the whole time. Sana is teasing her! She volunteers to wash their dishes, completely ignoring Sana. “Babe, are you mad?” Sana asks while sitting on the counter behind her. “No.” that means yes.
She hears shuffling, then feels Sana wrapping her arms around her, nuzzling her neck. The hairs on her body stand up, and it gives her electrocuting goosebumps when Sana begins sniffing her. “S-sana.” She tries to sound stern, but her shaky breath and quivering voice fail her. “Hmmm?” Sana snuggles closer. Nayeon shivers. She can feel the growing smile against her neck. This is bad. Good.
She holds onto the plate so it won’t slip through her grasp. God, she shouldn’t crumble like this. It will mean Sana wins. (she’ll crumble anyway.) She turns and glares at Sana. “I’m washing the plates.”
Sana smugly tilts her head. “I can see that.”
“Then please don’t distract me.”
Sana jeers at her. “Heh, so you agree, I am a hot distraction?” Nayeon rolls her eyes and faces the sink again. Sana chuckles and still hugs her anyway, tucking her chin on her right shoulder. Her arms snake around her waist in a possessive embrace. Nayeon tries her best to focus on washing the dishes instead of the hot breath on her ear. Sana is enjoying this teasing blame today. She loudly sets the spoons down and turns to Sana. “This won’t do.”
Sana loosens her arms and hums in question. Nayeon washes her hands to remove the soap and unties her apron. She charges close and pulls Sana’s face close, and kisses her, full of need and passion. Sana reciprocates the same passion. Nayeon wraps her arms around her neck, playing with the tiny hairs on her nape. Sana moans and pushes her against the sink. Nayeon can feel Sana’s hand playing under her shirt, rubbing patterns on her stomach, inching higher and higher. Finally, she pulls away to breathe. Sana is gasping too, all flushed and eyes droopy. Nayeon bites on her lips and pulls her out of the kitchen.
Sana asks about the plates in jest. “Those plates can wait, babe.”
Nayeon forgets that Sana bites and marks. By Monday, she wears a turtleneck on a hot summer day. Chaeyoung frowns at her outfit. “Why are you so wrapped? It’s 40 degrees today.” She blushes tomato red as she timidly shrugs them off. “N-nothing.”
Jihyo chuckles, clearly taunting her. “Really?” Nayeon stiffens and flips her off. Momo is a nosy one, and unfortunately, Nayeon is sitting next to her. She acts before she thinks, sometimes (like right now.) She pulls the covering of her neck without a word and inspects it. “Eh? It’s just allergies.” Momo is crazy!
Dahyun’s chocolate drink falls from her grasp. “Allergy?! Do you need ointments?” Chaeyoung only smirks and laughs. She points out that Nayeon didn’t have to hide it from them if it is only ‘allergies.’ Jihyo only shakes her head knowingly. “That allergy looks bad, Nay.”
If the prying from her colleagues is not enough, Tzuyu is way nosier. Nayeon cannot believe it. On the television, she seems calm, silent, shy, and collected. She somehow is in real life, but this girl never minces her words and just straight up tells things to Nayeon. It’s not the lack of tact (it is). She just doesn’t pretend around her.
She eyes Nayeon walking around the house wearing her pajamas with a pack of gummy bears she bought from the store yesterday. Tzuyu is silently sitting on the couch, switching through channels in boredom. “Do you always look like that?”
Nayeon chews her gummies and asks, “Like what?”
“Like you are tired. No, scratch that. You look like a hobo.”
Nayeon looks at herself through the shiny silver vase. Her hair is unkempt, and she just woke up, her pajamas are all crumpled, there is still drool on her face, and is that an eye booger?! Tzuyu shakes her head and ignores Nayeon’s soul leaving her body. She did look horrible.
More than the prying and lack of tact, Tzuyu doesn’t know how to read the room too. But Nayeon thinks she just doesn’t bother to.
“Were you guys moaning last night?” She casually asks one morning while they are taking breakfast. Sana kicks her shin under the table. Nayeon chokes on her pancakes and drinks the hot coffee in one go.
The idol just rolls her eyes and rubs her sore leg. “You should soundproof your room, OR maybe it already is, but you two are just loud.”
Sana ignores her and jabs instead. “Those big ears can pick up the sound even through the thickest walls, huh?” Sana groans when Tzuyu kicks her hard and flips a finger before leaving them alone. She has an early pre-recording shoot at the music station.
But Tzuyu is nice. As rare as the planetary alignments to happen, she compliments Nayeon sometimes.
“You look human today.” She once says when Nayeon is on her way to work, and she’s on her day off.
Or when she wears a headband, Tzuyu says it suits her head. Indirectly saying it suits HER.
“The beret is not that bad, and it covers your forehead.”
Then one night, Nayeon is worrying about her front teeth. “Babe, should I get those braces?” Nayeon stares at her phone’s camera. Sana squishes her cheeks and kisses her instead of answering her question. When Sana pulls away, Nayeon sees Tzuyu visibly gags beside them. The variety she’s on is playing on t.v
“Don’t,”
Sana turns to her sister. “What?”
Tzuyu crosses her arms and focuses on the show. “Tell your little girlfriend to keep her teeth like that. It’s… cute.”
The phone Nayeon is holding falls on the carpet in a soft thud. “D-did you just call me-”
“Shut up!”
Mina is not as nosy as Tzuyu. She minds her own business. Also, way kinder than Tzuyu, although her cold demeanor may come off terrifying sometimes. Nayeon finds herself trying to recoil in some corner to keep her presence scarce when Mina struts in Sana’s house demanding her paperwork and more responsibility in doing her work.
“Aw, come on! We are at my house, and please stop talking!” Sana whines and covers her ears, lying on the couch, muttering gibberish like a three-year-old to drown Mina’s voice.
Mina throws the folder on the coffee table. “I even sent you an email about that, and I want your report on my desk first thing in the morning, tomorrow.”
Before leaving, she turns to Nayeon, and without batting an eye, she says, “Tzuyu told me you guys can go up until dawn,” She gives Nayeon a funny look before facing the door again. “Keep it short tonight so she can do her job.” She closes the door, leaving Nayeon blushing beet red.
“What’s with your family knowing our business?!”
Sana shrugs and reads the folders. “Didn’t you hear? She said Tzuyu told her.”
In even rarer times Sana brings home paperwork, she tends to become even needy. Sana cannot work in the study. She once tried, but she cannot focus, that’s what she says. So she works in her room, where Nayeon is on her line of vision. But it’s not effective either, it always ends with her laptop and paperwork left on the desk, with the both of them cuddling under the thick blanket sheets.
That’s when Nayeon opts that Sana should really work in the study instead. But since she cannot work without Nayeon around, she accompanies her there, cozied up in one-seater. She will read books or sometimes watch movies and oftentimes she’s just there scrolling through her phone.
But that doesn’t work either. They even almost broke Sana’s Macbook while making it out on her desk. So they have decided for Sana to never bring home paperwork. “It’s bad for my health.” Sana sighs as she engulfs Nayeon in a tight hug. “But Mina will have my head if I won’t work on it!” Sana whines as she nuzzles Nayeon’s hair, breathing her scent in.
On some lazy weeknights where Sana crashes at her place, the taller girl takes this opportunity to rummage through her closet and wear Nayeon’s clothes. From her pajama sets to some of her hoodies. She also never misses the chance to check on Nayeon’s lingerie, that she has to always reprimand her.
Sana also loves to check on her old photos. “Aww, look at these high school pics! Tzuyu is going to have a field day if she sees this.” Sana snaps three shots of her graduation photo and smiles fondly on them afterward. The happy skimming stops when Sana checks on her college yearbook and sees her picture with Jeongyeon. Sana starts to obsessively look for Jeongyeon’s photos for ‘future purposes’ and starts leaving snarky remarks on each page. The other photo albums are splayed on the table, the shiny films glaring against the moving lights from the television.
“Ha! Look at that mullet! She looks horrible right?” Sana raises the yearbook and shoves it into Nayeon’s face. She gives her girlfriend a bored look and continues to scroll through her phone. Sana dejectedly sighs and continues to scour through the pages. “Who am I kidding? Of course, she looks good in that stupid mullet!”
In times where Sana throws fits and tantrums like this, a quick hug and kisses on her neck usually suffices, but Nayeon slowly loosens her arms around the girl when Sana sighs and turns to face her.
“Hey, why don’t we visit your family?”
Nayeon frowns, “My family?” All of a sudden?!
Sana pouts and glares at the yearbook. Muttering in a small voice. “Tss. Jeongyeon is right, I can’t beat her with that mullet but she never met your family anyway. Who’s the loser now? Stupid Jeongyeon.”
She pinches Sana’s cheeks. “You just wanna beat Jeongyeon in your stupid point system.” Sana yelps and massages her cheek. Nayeon smiles endearingly at her. She can drive Nayeon crazy sometimes, but she loves it anyway.
“Can’t I just meet my future in-laws?”
Nayeon freezes and blushes. “I-in what?!”
Sana blushes too, looking away while still holding her sore cheek. “Nothing.”
She is not hearing things, right? Sana faces her and taps her sore cheek. Nayeon shakes her head and gives her a quick kiss on the cheek. Sana really never changes, huh.
“Now, the magic word. It will still be sore if you won’t say them.” Sana raises her brows.
Nayeon groans and hides her face on her palms.
“I love you.”
The moment those three words left her lips, Sana's blinding smile starts growing and it never fails to make Nayeon's heart skip in joy and pure euphoria. "You look like an idiot," she says instead.
"At least I'm your idiot." Sana steals a kiss before giggling like a little school girl, switching channels on the t.v.