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“Jeongyeon unnie? What’re you doing?” Tzuyu asked, blinking in confusion as she watched her friend pound on her apartment door like it had personally offended her.
Jeongyeon froze mid-knock, whipping around. “Oh my god, Tzuyu, there you are. I need you to knock some sense into me.”
There was real desperation in her eyes—raw and unfiltered. It immediately wiped the amusement from Tzuyu’s face.
“Okay,” Tzuyu said gently, unlocking the door and stepping aside. “Come in. Do you want tea?”
“Tea would be great. Thank you.” Jeongyeon let out a breath like she’d been holding it for hours and collapsed onto the couch, rubbing her hands over her face.
Tzuyu moved automatically in the kitchen, filling the kettle, her mind racing. As far as she knew, everything had been going well lately. Schedules were manageable, no one was fighting, Jihyo seemed happy. But then again, as the youngest, the others had a habit of “protecting” her from heavier conversations.
The kettle clicked off. Tzuyu poured the tea, letting it steep while she studied Jeongyeon’s hunched figure from across the room. Whatever this was, it wasn’t small.
She handed Jeongyeon a mug and sat beside her. “So,” she said softly, “what’s wrong?”
Jeongyeon stared into the steam curling from her cup. For a long moment, she didn’t speak.
“I’m scared,” she admitted finally. “This dinner tonight. It’s important. And I’m terrified.”
Tzuyu frowned. “Why?”
Jeongyeon inhaled shakily. “This is going to sound extremely selfish. I know that.”
Tzuyu didn’t interrupt. She just waited. Jeongyeon needed space, not reassurance—at least not yet.
“Nayeon always promised she’d be our surrogate,” Jeongyeon said quietly.
Tzuyu’s expression softened in understanding. “And now with Mina in the picture, you don’t think that’ll be possible.”
“Mina sounds great,” Jeongyeon said quickly, defensive even now. “From what Nayeon’s told us, she’s kind, thoughtful, stable. But…” Her voice wavered.
“But it’s a big ask of someone who’s trying to start a serious relationship,” Tzuyu finished gently.
Jeongyeon nodded. “You know how Nayeonnie is. She’s never serious. She dates, she jokes, she moves on. But the fact she’s stressing out this much over a dinner? Over introducing Mina to us?” She huffed out a breath. “It means she’s serious.”
“And that scares you.” Tzuyu stated.
“Yeah.” Jeongyeon’s voice cracked slightly. “Obviously I want her to be happy. She deserves someone good. But I’m selfishly scared of what that means for me and Jihyo’s future.”
Tzuyu considered her words carefully. “I mean… yeah. It is selfish.”
Jeongyeon winced.
“But,” Tzuyu continued calmly, “this is something the three of you decided years ago. Before Mina. Before any of us. You and Jihyo are actively planning for this. Soon. Of course you’re going to worry.”
Jeongyeon looked up, searching her face. “Really?”
“Really. Wanting clarity about your future doesn’t make you a bad person.” Tzuyu said softly.
Jeongyeon swallowed. “I don’t want to pressure her.”
“Then don’t,” Tzuyu said simply. “Talk to her. Ask where her head’s at. If she decides not to be your surrogate because she doesn’t want to strain her relationship… would you be mad?”
Jeongyeon didn’t hesitate. “No. I wouldn’t.”
“Exactly.” Tzuyu offered a small smile. “You love her more than you love the plan. So talk to her. If she changes her mind, you’ll know you need to look for someone else. But right now? We meet Mina. We see who she is. And we make sure she’s good enough for our Nayeon unnie.”
Jeongyeon let out a breath that almost sounded like a laugh. “When did you get wise?”
Tzuyu smirked. “When I started hanging out with you idiots. Someone in this friend group has to be smart.”
Jeongyeon narrowed her eyes playfully. “Oh? And how’s Sana?”
Tzuyu immediately stiffened. “It’s complicated.”
“She likes you,” Jeongyeon said firmly.
“She’s affectionate with everyone,” Tzuyu argued. “That’s just who she is.”
“Yes, but she only looks at you like you’ve hung the stars,” Jeongyeon countered. “She helped you move furniture. We all know one—she’s weak, and two—she does not do physical labor.”
Tzuyu shrugged. “I asked everyone. She was the only one available.”
“Yeah,” Jeongyeon said loudly, sitting up straighter. “Because she threatened all of us into saying no. She wanted alone time with you.”
Tzuyu blinked. “She what?”
“Mm-hmm.”
“Then why hasn’t she asked me out?” Tzuyu asked, frustration bleeding through. “We all know Sana’s the confident one.”
Jeongyeon’s teasing expression softened. “She can flirt all she wants with people she doesn’t care about. But when it’s serious? Sana panics. She gets awkward. Shy. And Tzuyu…” She hesitated. “She’s scared. Just like you.”
Tzuyu’s gaze dropped to her tea.
“Sana would rather suffer quietly than risk making you uncomfortable,” Jeongyeon added.
Silence settled between them.
“She really said she’d never make a move on me?” Tzuyu asked quietly.
“Not directly. But it was implied.” Jeongyeon shrugged. “She’d do anything to see you happy.”
“Except ask me out?”
“Except ask you out,” Jeongyeon echoed dryly. “You also have this whole nonchalant, hard-to-read thing going on. Well with everyone but her. Sana sees how much you like her—but she’s scared she’s imagining it.”
Tzuyu’s lips curved faintly. “Maybe it’s time I stop hiding behind that.”
Jeongyeon raised an eyebrow.
“I didn’t realize it at first,” Tzuyu admitted. “But Sana’s been telling me she loves me in her own way. Over and over. I think it’s time I show her I feel the same.”
“In your own Tzuyu way, you already do,” Jeongyeon said with a fond laugh. “It’s just not as loud as Sana.”
Tzuyu bumped her shoulder lightly. “Thanks, unnie. This helped.”
“I should be thanking you,” Jeongyeon replied. “I was the one banging on your door like a madwoman. The neighbors were definitely judging me.”
“Not any weirder than when Nayeon’s over,” Tzuyu smirked.
Jeongyeon burst into laughter, the tension from earlier finally gone. “You’re so right.”
And for the first time that evening, neither of them felt scared—just a little braver than before.
Nayeon was pacing a worn path into her living room carpet.
Back and forth. Back and forth. Hands twisting together. Lip caught between her teeth.
“Nayeon, baby?” Mina called from the couch, amusement threading through her voice. “Come here.”
Nayeon stopped mid-step, blinked at her, then crossed the room in three quick strides. Without a word, she climbed into Mina’s lap, arms wrapping tightly around her waist, face pressing into her shoulder like she could hide there.
Mina chuckled softly and adjusted her hold, one arm secure around Nayeon’s back, the other threading gently through her hair. “It’s going to be alright,” she murmured into the top of her head.
“I just really want them to like you,” Nayeon admitted, her voice muffled against Mina’s sweater. “And I want you to like them. They’re… really important to me.”
Mina smiled at the vulnerability in her tone. “From everything you’ve told me, I already like them.”
Nayeon pulled back slightly, searching her face as if trying to confirm she meant it. “Sorry,” she said quietly.
“For what?” Mina frowned in confusion.
“For being dramatic.” Nayeon clarified.
Mina brushed her thumb under Nayeon’s eye. “It’s okay, baby.” She pressed a soft kiss to her forehead. “You’re allowed to care.”
Nayeon exhaled slowly. “How are you feeling?”
Mina considered the question honestly. “A little nervous,” she admitted. “Anyone would be. I know how important they are to you.”
Nayeon’s eyes widened. “Great. And I’ve probably made it worse.” She slipped off Mina’s lap and resumed pacing immediately. “You probably think I’m this nervous because I’m worried they won’t like you or something. But that’s not it. I know they’ll love you. They have to. You’re literally so perf—oof.”
Mina grabbed her wrist mid-pace and tugged her back down, steady and gentle but firm enough to stop the spiral. “Calm down,” she laughed softly.
Nayeon huffed but let herself be pulled back into Mina’s lap, this time facing her properly.
“I know you don’t mean anything by being nervous,” Mina said, brushing their noses together. “Nerves are normal. This is your family in a lot of ways. Of course you want it to go well.”
Nayeon finally relaxed, shoulders loosening. “Okay… good. Because I really don’t want to ruin this.”
“You won’t,” Mina said simply. “I’m not going anywhere.”
There was something steady in her tone—unshakable. It made Nayeon’s chest ache in the best way.
She leaned in and kissed Mina softly. It was warm and lingering.
When they pulled apart, Mina tilted her head, eyes glinting with playful curiosity. “So,” she said, smirking slightly. “You think I’m perfect?”
Nayeon blinked. “Yeah.”
“Really?” Mina raised a brow.
Nayeon shrugged like it was the most obvious fact in the world. “Yeah.”
And clearly, Mina underestimated Nayeon's ability to turn fluster her, because now she was blushing—ears pink, composure slipping.
Nayeon’s eyes lit up. “Oh my god. Did I just make you flustered?”
“Stop talking,” Mina muttered, trying and failing to hide her smile.
Nayeon grinned triumphantly and snuggled closer. “You’re cute when you’re embarrassed.”
Mina tightened her arms around her. “You’re lucky I adore you.”
“I know,” Nayeon replied softly, kissing her again—this time just to feel Mina smile against her lips.
Jeongyeon stood outside Nayeon’s apartment for a full thirty seconds before finally knocking.
The door swung open almost immediately.
“Oh, hey.” Nayeon blinked at her, offering a small smile that quickly shifted into concern. “You usually just walk in. What’s wrong?”
“I wanted to talk to you about something important,” Jeongyeon said, hands tucked into her jacket pockets like she needed to physically hold herself together.
Nayeon’s brows knit together. “Okay… come in.” She stepped aside, watching her carefully.
Jeongyeon hovered awkwardly near the couch instead of flopping down like usual.
“You have me worried,” Nayeon said lightly, trying to ease the tension as she shut the door. “Are you finally admitting you ate my leftovers?”
“No. I told you that wasn’t me,” Jeongyeon replied, but there was no bite in it.
Nayeon’s smile faded. She walked over and sat down, patting the spot beside her. “Okay, seriously. What’s wrong? You’re scaring me.”
Jeongyeon sat, but she didn’t look at her. “I like Mina.”
Nayeon’s face instantly brightened. “Really? I’m so happy to hear that.” But her excitement dimmed just as quickly. She knew Jeongyeon too well. “That’s not all, though.”
Jeongyeon nodded faintly. “She balances you out. I can tell you really like her.”
“I do,” Nayeon said, soft but certain.
“That’s why this is hard.” Jeongyeon exhaled slowly. “Jihyo said she should be here too, but… I told her it needed to be just you and me.”
“Jeongyeon,” Nayeon said gently, reaching for her hand. “What is it?”
Jeongyeon stared at their intertwined fingers. “We’ve always been close. I would do anything for you. And you’d do anything for me.” Her voice dropped. “Including being my surrogate.”
Nayeon’s expression shifted immediately. “Is that what this is about? Me being your surrogate?” Her grip tightened slightly. “Do you not want me to be anymore?”
“No.” Jeongyeon finally looked at her, firm despite the shine in her eyes. “That’s not what I’m saying. I want you to be. I would be honored if it was you.” She swallowed. “What I need to know is… if you still are going to.”
“Of course I am.” Nayeon didn’t hesitate. “I want to do this for you and Jihyo.”
“And Mina?” Jeongyeon asked quietly, vulnerability bleeding through the words.
“What about her?” Nayeon asked, confused.
“Is she really okay with it? It’s a big ask. Especially when you’re trying to build something serious.”
Nayeon leaned back slightly. “She knows. I told her before we ever started dating. I was very clear that this was non-negotiable for me.” A small smile tugged at her lips. “Honestly? I think that’s what sold her.”
Jeongyeon huffed out a weak laugh, but it didn’t fully settle her. “It’s not going to put strain on your relationship?”
“Maybe,” Nayeon admitted with a shrug. “Anything important comes with challenges. But I believe we’re strong enough to handle it. And if we’re not… then she wasn’t meant for me.”
Jeongyeon’s breath caught slightly.
“You and Jihyo are my family,” Nayeon continued, her voice steady now. “I know how much you both want kids. I want to help make that happen. No one can talk me out of this. And if someone tried? Then they don’t belong in my life. You are more important than any significant other.”
Jeongyeon blinked rapidly, tears threatening. “Thank you,” she whispered. “I just… I needed to hear it from you.”
Nayeon softened immediately, bumping their shoulders together. “You could’ve just asked, you know. Instead of spiraling on your own.”
“I didn’t spiral.”
“You absolutely spiraled.”
Jeongyeon didn’t argue.
“Well,” Nayeon said suddenly, clapping her hands together as she stood. “I’m glad we resolved that. Want food? I’ll order something.”
“That sounds perfect,” Jeongyeon smiled, the tension finally easing from her posture. “Nayeon?”
“Yeah?” Nayeon turned back.
“Is it okay if I talk to Mina? I know you said she’s okay with it, but… this affects her too. I just want to make sure she really feels comfortable.”
Nayeon didn’t hesitate. “Yeah. I’ll send you her number.” She smiled warmly.
Jeongyeon nodded.
“So,” Nayeon continued, grabbing her phone. “Lunch?”
“The place we ordered from last week was good,” Jeongyeon suggested.
Nayeon’s face lit up. “Ohhh, yes. You’re a genius.”
Jeongyeon rolled her eyes fondly as Nayeon excitedly pulled up the menu—feeling lighter than she had all week.
“Hey, Mina. Thank you for meeting me here.” Jeongyeon stood as Mina approached the small café table, offering her a warm smile.
“Yeah, no problem.” Mina returned it, though it was smaller, a little shy. She sat carefully, smoothing her coat over her lap like she didn’t quite know what to do with her hands.
“Do you want anything? It’s on me,” Jeongyeon offered.
“Oh—um, no thanks,” Mina said quickly, shifting in her seat.
Jeongyeon’s lips twitched. “Nayeon said you’d say that.” She slid a cup across the table. “So I ordered this for you.”
Mina blinked down at the drink. “You didn’t have to…”
“I know.”
A small smile finally tugged at Mina’s lips. She wrapped both hands around the cup, the warmth clearly grounding her. “Thank you.”
Jeongyeon watched her for a moment before asking gently, “Did Nayeon tell you why I wanted to meet?”
Mina shook her head. “No. She just said you wanted to talk.”
Jeongyeon sighed. “Of course she didn’t. So now you’re sitting across from me as an anxious mess. Sorry about that.”
“It’s okay,” Mina said quickly, though her shoulders were still tight.
Jeongyeon leaned forward slightly, resting her forearms on the table. “You know how Jihyo and I asked Nayeon to be our surrogate.”
Mina’s grip on the cup stilled, but she nodded.
“I talked with Nayeon, and she told me you were okay with it. I just… I still wanted to hear it from you. Directly.”
There was a brief pause.
Then Mina visibly relaxed.
For a second, she’d clearly been bracing herself for something worse.
“Yeah,” Mina said softly. “She told me when things started getting serious between us. She was very clear about it.”
“And?” Jeongyeon prompted gently.
“And I’m okay with it,” Mina said, more firmly this time. “Because who am I to tell her what she can or can’t do with her own body? Especially when it’s something she wants to do for people she loves.”
Jeongyeon’s expression softened.
“It’s actually… one of the reasons I fell for her,” Mina admitted, gaze dropping shyly to the table. “She loves so deeply. The way she talks about you and Jihyo—it’s different. It’s protective. It’s proud. It’s soft.” She let out a small breath. “I remember thinking I’d be lucky if I ever got even half of that love.”
Jeongyeon’s throat tightened slightly.
“She acts goofy and unserious,” Mina continued, a fond smile forming, “but she would do anything for the people she cares about. She knows exactly who she is. And she won’t let anyone stop her from doing what she believes in.”
Mina suddenly stopped talking, her cheeks flushing as she realized how much she’d just confessed to her girlfriend’s best friend. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to—”
“You don’t have to apologize,” Jeongyeon said softly.
And she meant it.
Her shoulders finally eased completely. Yeah. Nayeon was in good hands.
“I’m really happy you feel that way,” Jeongyeon said. “I was worried it might put strain on your relationship.”
“I think it’ll be hard at times,” Mina admitted honestly. “But I also think we can handle hard things. If it matters enough.”
Jeongyeon nodded slowly. “Okay. Good.”
A comfortable quiet settled between them now—very different from the tense one earlier.
“Do you have any questions?” Jeongyeon asked after a moment. “Concerns? Anything you want to say that maybe you haven’t told Nayeon?”
Mina hesitated, then looked up through her lashes. “You’re not going to give me the shovel talk, right?”
Jeongyeon blinked. “The what?”
“You know,” Mina said sheepishly. “The ‘if you hurt her I’ll bury you’ speech.”
Jeongyeon burst into laughter, loud enough that a few people glanced over. “No,” she said once she caught her breath. “I don’t think I need to.”
Mina tilted her head. “Why not?”
“Because if you ever hurt her,” Jeongyeon replied calmly, though there was a teasing glint in her eye, “she’d destroy you herself. And then I’d bring snacks and watch.”
Mina stared at her for half a second.
Then she laughed too—soft, bright, genuine.
“Okay,” Mina said, warmth settling into her expression. “Then no. No other questions.”
Jeongyeon raised her coffee in a small toast. “Welcome to the chaos.”
Mina clinked her cup lightly against hers.
“I’m starting to think,” Mina said, a fond smile creeping back, “that I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be.”
Small scenes over the next year:
“Jeongyeon! Jihyo! Look, look!” Nayeon burst through their front door without knocking, waving something in the air.
Jeongyeon blinked. “What—” She took the pregnancy test from Nayeon’s hand, staring at it.
Two lines.
Her breath caught. “Jihyo.”
Jihyo stepped closer, eyes scanning the stick before her hand flew to her mouth. “Oh my god.”
Jeongyeon let out a shaky laugh before pulling Jihyo into her arms. “We’re having a baby.”
“I know, baby,” Jihyo whispered, already tearing up. “We’re really doing this.”
Jeongyeon reached out and dragged Nayeon into the hug too, holding her tightly. “Thank you.”
“You’re an angel,” Jihyo said, voice thick.
Nayeon laughed softly, squeezing them both. “Anything for you guys.”
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“Nayeon?” Mina called softly from the bedroom.
“In here—” Nayeon’s voice cut off with a gag.
Mina rushed into the bathroom to find her hunched over the toilet. Without hesitation, she knelt beside her and tied her hair back.
“I’m okay,” Nayeon muttered weakly between waves. “Just morning sickness.”
“Do you need anything?” Mina asked, rubbing slow circles into her back.
“No… just sit with me. Please. Until it passes.”
“I'm not going anywhere,” Mina said gently, settling more comfortably on the cool tile.
“Th—” Nayeon tried to say before leaning forward again.
Mina just kept rubbing her back.
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Mina woke up to an empty bed again.
She sighed softly and padded to the bathroom.
“Hey, baby. It’s okay. Let it out,” she murmured, holding Nayeon’s hair back.
“I hate Jeongyeon,” Nayeon grumbled miserably.
Mina laughed under her breath. “No you don’t.”
Nayeon didn’t argue. She just leaned back into Mina when it was over.
“You’re almost past this phase anyway,” Mina reassured.
“Not soon enough,” Nayeon sighed.
“Come on.” Mina helped her up carefully. “Let’s get you back to bed.”
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“Mina?” Nayeon whispered into the dark. “Are you awake?”
Mina stirred immediately. “Hm? Are you okay?”
“Yeah. I just… I’m craving ramen.”
“I can make you some,” Mina said, already pushing herself up.
“More specifically,” Nayeon cringed, “the ramen from that place around the corner.”
Mina blinked at the clock.
2:17 a.m.
“Okay,” she said simply, getting out of bed.
“What are you doing?” Nayeon asked.
“Getting you that ramen.”
Nayeon stared at her. “You don’t have to—”
“I want to.” Mina leaned down and kissed her cheek. “I’ll be back soon.”
“Thank you,” Nayeon smiled sheepishly.
“I love you.”
“I love you too,” Nayeon replied, completely smitten.
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Mina felt Nayeon shifting restlessly beside her.
“Nayeon? What’s wrong?”
“I need to go to the bathroom,” Nayeon muttered. “But I can’t seem to get up.”
Mina was out of bed immediately. “I’ve got you.”
She helped her up slowly, steady hands at her waist.
“Sorry,” Nayeon frowned.
“It’s okay, honey,” Mina said softly. “I don’t want you uncomfortable all night.”
When Nayeon came back, Mina adjusted the pillows, made sure she was settled, then wrapped herself around her carefully.
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“Mina, can you—” Nayeon started before stopping.
Mina was already kneeling on the floor.
“Help you with your shoes?” she asked with a small smile.
Nayeon blinked. “Um… yeah.”
“Already ahead of you.”
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“Ugh, you hate me, don’t you?” Nayeon snapped, tears welling up.
“No, babe,” Mina said immediately, moving closer. “That’s not what I meant.”
“Why can’t I go with you?” Nayeon’s voice cracked.
“Because I don’t want you on your feet that long,” Mina explained gently, wiping her tears. “That’s all.”
“You’ll come back?”
“Always.”
“And you’ll remember to buy gummies?”
Mina smiled. “First thing in my cart.”
Nayeon sniffled. “I’m sorry. It’s these stupid hormones.”
“It’s okay, honey,” Mina whispered, pulling her into a careful hug.
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“I can’t wait to give birth,” Nayeon groaned, shifting on the couch. “Everything aches.”
“Just a couple more weeks,” Mina reassured, rubbing her swollen feet.
“Thanks for staying by my side,” Nayeon said, leaning down to kiss her cheek.
Mina hesitated before speaking. “I think this made us stronger.”
“Oh?”
“I mean… if we can handle this, we can handle anything.”
Nayeon huffed a laugh. “I did wake you up a thousand times for cravings. You barely slept. I cried over commercials. I snapped at you for breathing wrong. If you can handle that I think we'll be ok.”
“You weren’t that bad,” Mina pouted.
“I was a menace.”
Mina smiled softly. “Maybe. But I liked taking care of you. Seeing you like this… it made me think.”
“About?”
“Our future. What you’d be like when we start our own family.”
Nayeon froze. “You want a family with me?”
Mina’s cheeks flushed. “Yeah. I do.”
Nayeon stared at her. “I didn’t think it was possible to fall more in love.”
Mina looked down shyly.
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“Jeongyeon,” Mina said, one hand gripping the steering wheel, the other holding her phone on speaker. “We’re on the way to the hospital. It’s time.”
“Oh my god. Jihyo!” Jeongyeon yelled. “It’s happening!”
“We have to go—now,” Jihyo said, scrambling for keys.
“We’ll see you soon,” Jeongyeon said before hanging up.
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Jeongyeon stood quietly near the hospital bed, watching as Jihyo cradled their baby for the first time.
Tears streamed freely down her wife’s face.
On the other side of the bed, Mina stayed glued to Nayeon’s side.
“You did amazing, baby,” Mina whispered, brushing sweaty hair from her forehead.
“That was painful,” Nayeon groaned weakly.
“I know. But it’s over now.” Mina kissed her forehead gently.
“Thanks for being here,” Nayeon murmured, eyes fluttering closed.
Jeongyeon watched the two of them—Mina’s hand still intertwined with Nayeon’s—and smiled softly.
Yeah.
Everyone was exactly where they were supposed to be.
Side:
“Tzuyu?” Sana looked up, surprised, a smile tugging at her lips. “Hey… what’s up?”
“I got you these.” Tzuyu held out a bouquet of flowers, hands slightly trembling.
“Oh…” Sana accepted them shyly, fingers brushing the petals. “Thank you. What’s the occasion?”
Tzuyu shifted on her feet, taking a deep breath. “I… I want to ask you something.”
Sana tilted her head, soft curiosity in her eyes.
“Sana,” Tzuyu began, voice low but steady, “I’ve liked you since the moment I saw you. I just knew there was something… special about you. And the more I got to know you, the more I realized I was right. You’re incredible. Your smile—it lights up every room. Your laugh… it’s infectious. Even my walls fall when I hear it. The way you make friends with everyone, the way you care for people… your heart is so big, so full of love. One that would do anything for the people you care about.”
She swallowed hard, glancing down at the flowers before meeting Sana’s eyes again.
“Jeongyeon… she made me realize I need to be brave. That it’s okay to be scared. But I know you’re worth any risk, because being loved by you… it would be amazing. So, Sana… will you go out with me?”
For a heartbeat, Sana just stared, stunned. Then she threw herself into Tzuyu’s arms, and Tzuyu caught her without a second thought.
“Yes!” Sana whispered into her shoulder. “I love you too. Always have.”
“I’m realizing that now,” Tzuyu murmured, holding her tightly.
Sana pulled back slightly, grinning. “So Jeongyeon's the one who convinced you?”
"Yeah." Tzuyu said.
Sana laughed softly. “That’s ironic. Considering she was terrified of confessing herself, and Jihyo was the one who asked her out.”
“Exactly,” Tzuyu said with a smile. “But enough about her. I want to spend time with my girlfriend.”
“I like the sound of that,” Sana smirked, looping her arm through Tzuyu’s as they stepped inside her apartment.