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2025-07-29
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2025-07-31
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Timing Was Never On Our Side

Summary:

Sua fell in love first. Quietly, tenderly—until every glance from Mizi felt like both a promise and a punishment.
But Mizi never noticed. She laughed it off. She never looked back.
By the time she realized what Sua felt…
Sua had already stopped feeling it.

This is the story of a love that bloomed too early and was returned too late.

Notes:

Thank you to twin (iiishoko), for helping me come up for this AU :3

I hope you like this one ! 🥹

also the first chapter is more like an intro 👅

Chapter 1: You Laughed, I Fell

Chapter Text

(Sua's POV)

I don’t remember the first time I looked at her like that.

Maybe it was after practice, when her eyeliner was smudged but she still winked at herself in the mirror like she owned the world. Or maybe it was when she defended me in front of the judges—arms crossed, chin up, eyes sharp like they weren’t just evaluating her too. It might’ve been then. Might’ve been earlier.

But I do remember the first time I realized it.

She said something stupid. Some reckless, Mizi-flavored line like, “If we both flop, we should just get married and vanish.”

Then she laughed. And I laughed too—because that’s what you’re supposed to do, right?

Even when it stings.

I looked at her, glowing with chaotic confidence, not a single doubt in her eyes.

And that’s when it hit me:

I’d marry her even if we didn’t flop.

She never noticed how I looked at her.

Not really.

Sometimes I thought she might. Sometimes she’d turn and catch me mid-stare, eyes locking for a little too long. She’d raise a brow and smirk like she’d caught me doing something bad.

“You look like you’re gonna confess,” she teased once, slinging her arm over my shoulder.

I almost did.

I should’ve.

But then she added,

“Too bad I’m already married to the grind.”And snorted.

Like it was a joke.

Like I was a joke.

So I smiled, like it didn’t matter.

It became a pattern.
I would be slipping tiny truths into late-night conversations. She would be dodging them with sarcasm and noise.

“You ever think about what comes after this?”

“Yeah. World domination. Maybe dyeing my hair a crazy color.”

“I meant… like, us.”

“Pfft, please. I’m not raising chickens in the countryside with you.”

I knew she didn’t mean it like that. But also… maybe she did.

 

I still remember how she danced in rehearsals when no one was watching.
She didn’t try to impress then—she was just herself. Wild. Messy. Real.

And I loved her more for that than any perfect performance.

I think that’s when I fell the hardest—when no one else was looking.

But she never noticed.

Or maybe she did… and laughed it off anyway.