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Dahyun is going to have to stop listening to Jeongyeon, especially when she drags her into one of her schemes to make quick money. Her schemes typically include getting yelled at by Jihyo for trying to trick people, Momo being angry at her for the next few days because she, of course, falls for the scheme, and Nayeon trying to convince them that she deserves part of the cut because she had given Jeongyeon the idea in the first place.
However, Dahyun is in desperate need of money this week. She owes Chaeyoung after completely destroying her skateboard, and it’s the only reason she’s helping Jeongyeon this time.
“This is dumb.” Dahyun groans, slipping down the chair in an effort to hide her face behind the cheap fold table that Jeongyeon has probably stolen from one of the university’s supply closets. “And also very morally wrong.”
Jeongyeon slaps her shoulders, man handling her until Dahyun is no longer hunkered down in her seat. “You should have thought about that before you agreed! Now get up. People are more likely to come if they see your adorable face.”
“You mean I’m more approachable.” Dahyun sighs, accepting her fate.
Jeongyeon ruffles her hair like an annoying older sister would. Dahyun wouldn’t really know, she’s only got an annoying brother, but she thinks Jeongyeon must be close enough to be considered a sibling.
“Bingo.” She leaves Dahyun’s side to adjust the sign in front of the wobbly table. “Now, you sit there all pretty, and I’ll go pester some underclassmen to come find you.”
Jeongyeon doesn’t wait for a reply, skipping off to harass strangers just to fill her pockets. Dahyun should be horrified at how persistent the older woman is, but she uses that persistence to bail all of their friends out of some crazy situations, so Dahyun won’t complain too much.
She eyes the stragglers leaving the entrance of the university, all of them looking like they haven’t slept in weeks. They look younger than Dahyun, freshmen that aren't quite used to the horror of staying up past midnight to study for a test that they probably won’t even pass.
She thinks about stopping them, but when a girl comes out of the doors, sniffling into her friend's shoulder, Dahyun decides to leave them alone. No need to harass someone so upset already. Dahyun would feel bad taking their money when they’re already having a bad day.
She twiddles her thumbs instead, watching for anyone that might seem dumb enough to actually pay for Dahyun to read their future. She can’t actually tell their future, but she can do something similar enough.
Dahyun can read people’s thoughts, their deepest desire, and that’s exactly why Jeongyeon recruited her for this particular plan. It’s certainly not unheard of, people having these types of powers, but it’s not common either. Not many people outside of Dahyun’s friends know about it, but soon the whole campus will have some sort of inkling.
Her first customer is a sweet, shy boy that stumbles through his words every time Dahyun looks him in the eye.
“You’re sure this will work?” He hands her the money shyly.
Dahyun smiles kindly. “Of course.”
He sits in the seat across from her, shivering when she takes his hands in her own. It’s apparent from the racing thoughts in his head that it came from Dahyun’s firm grip and not a cold wind hitting him. She knew something like this would happen, but Jeongyeon insisted her looks would bring in more business.
I wonder if she’ll see herself in my future?
Dahyun blinks, ignoring that to ask some questions, hoping to steer him toward his goals in life. “I need you to take a deep breath and clear your mind.”
She’s really getting into her role, a stern glare from her freezing the boy in his chair. Despite the sudden scared look, he does relax his body. She can’t hear any thoughts from him and decides that it’s time to move forward.
“Good.” She nods. “Now, I need you to think about where you think you’ll be, realistically, and then I need you to think of your wildest dream. The place that you want to be more than anything.”
He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. Dahyun sees- well, hears it more or less- him working at some sort of fast food corporation, a manager’s pin on his work uniform. She can practically feel the sadness coming from him at the thoughts, but then it changes and his mood improves. In this new place, he has his own little bakery where he’s talking to some of the regulars, watching his employees fondly.
Dahyun clears her throat; the boy opens his eyes. “The… future is a difficult thing. Yours could go in two very different directions.” She pauses for effect, ever the dramatic one. The boy is holding his breath. “If you continue to work hard and put effort into the things you want, you could be your own boss, have your own business. If you don’t, then you could work for someone else your entire life.”
She feels a bit guilty when his face lifts. “I could have my own place?”
She vaguely wonders if anyone has ever encouraged him. Maybe not, and that’s what has her nodding enthusiastically. “Of course, but it takes dedication.”
He perks up, thanking her profusely. She watches him walk away and pull out his phone, talking animatedly to the person on the other end. Dahyun feels like she’s done something good, even if she’s technically swindling people out of their money.
More and more come and go from Dahyun’s table. She can tell the difference between the ones that Jeongyeon sends her way and the ones that simply stumble upon her. The ones that find Jeongyeon are always more confident and excited, but the ones that find her first are more uncertain, and Dahyun has to be the one that talks them into their little scheme. Jeongyeon is better at convincing people, but Dahyun is charming enough to have them stick around long enough to do a proper reading.
It’s nearing the end of the day, just before dark, when Dahyun finally decides that she’s had enough. A headache is coming on and she’s sure that she’s made more than enough to pay her best friend back.
Jeongyeon doesn’t answer her calls and Dahyun has a feeling that she’s abandoned her, most likely to bug Nayeon. She does the cleaning up herself, not very successfully though, the table doesn’t want to work with her.
“Dahyun’s future vision?”
Dahyun drops the table, startled by the sudden voice. “We’re closed, sorry. May-”
Dahyun blinks at the familiar face that she finds. The pretty girl gives her a teasing glance. “Isn’t it frowned upon to use your powers for something so frivolous, Dahyunnie?”
Sana always speaks to her like they’re close friends. Dahyun doesn’t really mind, but Sana isn’t really Dahyun’s friend, she’s Momo’s friend. It baffles her, but she always returns her friendliness because she can tell how genuine the older girl is.
“I would care more if I could afford something other than noodles for dinner every night.” Dahyun goes back to tearing down Jeongyeon’s set up.
She hears Sana giggle. “I guess Momo and I will just have to take you out for food then.”
Dahyun can’t help the smile that brings to her face. Momo has always been good to her, even when they weren’t friends and Momo was just ‘Jeongyeon’s roommate that has snacks hidden everywhere.’ It would make sense that her best friend be someone with just as good of a heart as Momo, and Sana certainly cares more than she should about people.
“I might have to take you guys up on that. The money I made today is going to Chaeyoung’s skateboard.” She gives up on the stupid table and plops back down into the chair.
Sana copies her, taking the other chair. Dahyun notices the books that she’s set next to her in the grass. She wonders where Sana is coming from with all that. It’s way past time for classes and Jeongyeon and Momo’s dorm room is in the other direction. Perhaps she was studying with Mina, or with a handsome boy from one of her classes? Sana is certainly popular with the boy’s on campus.
“Study date?” Dahyun asks.
Sana shrugs. “No, just doing a little reading at the library. Soulmate stuff.”
She’s not surprised, everyone is enchanted with learning about soulmates. She’s never been particularly interested in studying up on it, trusting that she’ll find her person when the time is right, but some of the world is obsessed with it.
Chaeyoung is one of them, certain she’s already found her soulmate in their newest addition to the group. Tzuyu spends a lot of time with Momo and Nayeon, but she’s always open to Chaeyoung and Dahyun’s company, Chaeyoung’s in particular. Dahyun would be thrilled if they really were soulmates. At the very least, she can tell they have crushes on one another just from the few times they’ve idly touched Dahyun’s skin and let their thoughts leak into her own head.
“Oh? What about?” Dahyun is naturally curious, and Sana is naturally open with her. She figures it’s an easy question.
“Nothing in particular.” Sana makes it clear that it’s the end of Dahyun’s questioning. Dahuyn can tell it’s a lie, and although it’s odd for Sana not to openly share, she lets it go. She wouldn’t want to make her uncomfortable. “Say, Dahyunnie?”
Dahyun hums.
“Would you give me a reading?” Sana leans forward, eyes lidded. “Pretty please?”
Dahyun coughs, uncomfortable with the way her body is reacting, because sure, Sana is gorgeous, but she doesn’t want to drool over her like the dumb oafs on campus do. “Um, Sana, Momo has told you about my powers, right?”
She’s almost certain Sana knows. Why else would such a touchy girl go out of her way to avoid touching Dahyun?
Sana nods, licks her lips unconsciously. Dahyun’s eyes follow the movement. “Humor me?”
Dahyun looks down at the mess on the ground. “Fine, but you have to help me carry this back to Jeongyeon’s place afterwards.”
Sana squeals, legs kicking excitedly. She resembles Mina for just a moment in her childlike joy, and it’s endearing in a way Dahyun hadn’t thought possible for anyone other than their resident ballerina. “Great!”
Dahyun sighs, reaching a hand out. “Gimme.”
Sana complies, taking Dahyun’s hand in her own. “Go on then, tell me my future.”
Sana closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. Dahyun waits for the flood of thoughts to fill her head, excited to finally hear a thought from Minatozaki Sana. It’s odd, for as long as Sana has been around, she’s never heard any of her thoughts before.
She closes her eyes as well, wondering when Sana’s thoughts will come. She can feel Sana getting antsy by the way she’s squirming, but Dahyun can’t hear anything. She opens them back up, watching Sana quietly.
A pit forms at the bottom of Dahyun’s stomach. She’s never not been able to hear someone’s thoughts before. Dahyun tightens her grip, wondering if maybe they didn’t have enough skin contact, but still, nothing comes.
Sana opens her eyes, an almost hopeful glint in them. “Dahyun?”
She sounds breathless, and Dahyun knows she can’t disappoint her. “You’ll help Momo open a dance company, and you’ll help her teach children.”
It’s the best she can come up with because she knows that it’s exactly what Momo wants for her future.
Sana’s face falls the tiniest. “That’s not what I was thinking about.”
Dahyun lets go quickly, unnerved by her inability to hear Sana’s wishes. “I was giving you a glimpse of your future, not reading your mind.”
Sana looks unsure. “But you could read it?”
Dahyun lies. “Of course!”
She doesn’t know what to expect, but certainly not the sad, accepting expression that crosses Sana’s face. It feels wrong to see it there, especially knowing she must be responsible.
“Yeah, of course.” But Dahyun doesn’t need her probing her on what she heard when she didn’t actually hear anything. “But I cut it off early. Don’t worry, I didn’t go snooping around in there.”
That’s not even how it works. Dahyun can’t pick and choose what she hears, but perhaps Sana doesn’t know that. Maybe she won’t ask Dahyun any questions.
“Oh, well thanks.” Sana seems disturbed for some reason.
“Yeah.” Dahyun rubs the back of her neck. “So… help me with that table?”
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Jihyo is on them quick the next day, having heard of her and Jeongyeon’s stupid plan through some mouthy freshman’s RA. She can’t say she’s surprised, but Dahyun is definitely impressed by Jihyo’s speed on this one. Usually it takes her a couple days to find out about Jeongyeon’s idiotic ideas, and usually it’s Nayeon that’s spilling the details because Jeongyeon won’t split the money with her.
Their resident mom friend has them using the money to buy the entire group dinner, sans the money that Dahyun begs Jihyo to let her give to Chaeyoung for her skateboard, and they have to comply because it’s Jihyo . They would all be dead without her.
That’s how she and Jeongyeon end up carrying bags of takeout back to Nayeon’s tiny apartment. It’s not much of a home, but it’s Nayeon’s home until Jeongyeon graduates and moves out of the dorms so they can find a better place together. Dahyun really wonders when they’ll stop pretending like they aren’t terribly in love with one another.
“Can you please walk faster?” Jeongyeon hits her with one of the bags. Dahyun has to refrain from throwing the rice containers at her head. “You and your tiny legs.”
“These tiny legs can beat you up.” Dahyun attempts to throw a glare, but Jeongyeon laughs at her.
Dahyun huffs, speeding up until they’re in front of Nayeon’s apartment door. She stops and makes an attempt at knocking, but the food gets in the way. Jeongyeon ignores her completely and kicks at the door.
“Nabongs!” Jeongyeon barely has the name out of her mouth before an annoyed Nayeon flings the door open.
“What have I said about kicking the door?” Nayeon glares. “It’s barely hanging on as it is, I don’t need to explain to my landlord why it’s been kicked down.”
Jeongyeon snorts. “You could just let me kick it down and get you new hinges.”
Nayeon rolls her eyes, but there’s a fondness behind the irritation that Dahyun wishes she could understand. “Get in before my crazy neighbor catches you out here.”
Dahyun races in without a second thought. The last time Dahyun had spoken to Nayeon’s neighbor, she had attempted to buy Dahyun’s purse for a handful of quarters. The woman has issues.
She expects to see Chaeyoung, Jihyo, and Tzuyu in the living room, but the three Japanese girls playing video games take her by surprise. It’s not often that they join them for a fun night in, usually the three spend their time separate from the group get-togethers. It’s not that they don’t enjoy spending time with them, Dahyun can tell they just like their time together.
She figures if she came from another country to study, she would crave the company of the only people that speak her native tongue too.
“Hey.” Dahyun raises the food with a dramatic swing. “I’ve brought food.”
Mina ignores her in favor of destroying Momo and Sana in whatever racing game she’s forced them to play, but the others, sans Jihyo, become wild animals as they race toward her. Momo makes it to her first, ripping away the first box she can find in the bags.
Sana and Tzuyu wait patiently for Dahyun to hand them something while Chaeyoung impatiently taps her foot. Jeongyeon and Nayeon scoot past them and start handing out boxes to Jihyo and Mina as well. Mina continues to ignore them all.
Dahyun is the last to sit, right between Jihyo’s legs, next to the focused Mina. She isn’t even sure if the girl has realized that Sana and Momo stopped playing with her in favor of eating dinner.
Chaeyoung and Tzuyu are squeezed together in Nayeon’s giant recliner, the one that Dahyun has fallen asleep on multiple times, quietly whispering to each other. Jihyo is definitely still scolding Jeongyeon while Momo and Nayeon laugh at her frowning face. Dahyun is glad to not be a part of the actual scolding now that she’s brought food.
Sana leans close, not quite touching. “Didn’t I tell you that I was going to buy dinner?”
She spots Mina cast a glance toward them, but she quickly averts her attention back to the television when Dahyun catches her gaze. Weird.
“Well, I officially have no money again. Feel free to buy me food.” Dahyun smiles, making an attempt to charm Sana into doing just that. She’s tired of noodles.
Sana giggles, nudging her with her elbow. Dahyun holds her breath, waiting for anything, a single, nonsensical word to float through her head, but nothing comes. “Next weekend then. We can go to the little cafe down the street?”
Dahyun blinks. She hadn’t really thought the girl would do it. “Oh, sure!”
Sana winks. “It’s a date.”
Her brain malfunctions, and she prays that her ears haven’t turned red at this point. Dahuyn doesn’t offer a reply, not trusting herself to form a full sentence, and digs into her chicken instead.
It’s not that Dahyun has feelings for Sana or anything, a tiny crush maybe, but she’s quite aware of how attractive she is, and how many people would kill to hear such a sentence from Sana directed at them.
Casually, Dahyun slips her cheek onto Jihyo’s thigh. She hopes the girl is too preoccupied with her scolding to realize what Dahyun is doing.
She’s going to end up corrupting Dahyun. This idiot is lucky I love her or else I’d-
Dahyun leans forward, frowning at the realization she comes to. Her powers are still working, just not for the girl next to her.
“Dahyun?” Dahyun’s eyes find Mina’s outstretched hand immediately. She takes the offered controller.
“What are we playing?”
Mina tosses the third controller over to Sana, who fumbles for half a second before dropping it with a pout, and holds up a case. “Smash.
Dahyun groans. She’s only played it with Mina a couple times, but each time she has, she’s been absolutely destroyed.
Sana giggles, leaning over to whisper in her ear. “Wanna team up and beat her?”
Dahyun ignores the shiver down her spine. “Absolutely.”
Mina still beats them.
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Sometimes, Dahyun wonders if she should use her powers to meddle. Usually it seems like a bad idea. Don’t mess with people, let them make their own decisions, that’s the mantra she repeats in her head.
Then there are times that Dahyun watches her friends be absolute idiots and she feels the need to intervene. Like when Chaeyoung and Tzuyu invite her over so they don’t feel awkward being alone and she becomes a third wheel.
Dahyun passes by behind the couch that they’re pressed together on, slapping Chaeyoung on the neck as hard as possible. Chaeyoung screeches and tries to wiggle away, but that only ends with her halfway in Tzuyu’s lap, and now the foreign girl is blushing up a storm.
Dahyun I swear if you’re trying to listen to my thoughts I will murder you in your sleep. Don’t think I won’t. I will-
Dahyun puts on her best poker face. “Why are you glaring at me?”
Chaeyoung continues to eye her suspiciously. She definitely knows that Dahyun was reading her, but Dahyun refuses to acknowledge it. If there’s one person she’s unashamed to use her powers in, it would be her best friend. Chaeyoung is an open book when it comes to Dahyun.
Except when it comes to Tzuyu it seems. She’s ever so slightly more secretive with her infatuation for the girl. Luckily for her, Dahyun will let them deal with their feelings.
“Tzuyu!” Dahyun leans over the back of the couch, tugging Tzuyu into a hug. “Tell Chaeyoung to stop looking at me like that.”
Tzuyu stiffens, looking over at Chaeyoung. Her face softens, but Chaeyoung doesn’t notice, too busy frowning at Dahyun.
Like what? Cute?
Dahyun holds back a snort. Tzuyu is more of a sap than even Chaeyoung. Dahyun thinks Chaeyoung might be right, they’re probably soulmates.
Tzuyu reels back suddenly and releases Dahyun’s arms, like she’s quite aware that she's been caught now. Dahyun hadn’t even been trying to get anything out of Tzuyu, she really only wanted to tease Chaeyoung, but now she’s probably made Tzuyu uncomfortable.
Dahyun sends an apologetic smile, coming out as more of a grimace, and pats Tzuyu’s clothed shoulder. “Sorry.”
Dahyun sighs, watching as they go back to their natural positions of being pressed together. One would think that they’re glued together with the way their shoulders or knees are always touching. The knees are always funny because Tzuyu has to angle herself strangely to be able to meet Chaeyoung’s tiny legs.
She plops down on the edge of the couch beside Tzuyu, feeling very lonely all of a sudden. She wishes she could hold onto people without having to worry about accidentally exposing their thoughts to her. She can, sure, but she has to be covering her body pretty well. The last time she found herself cuddling with Nayeon, decked out in unnecessary layers, her hand had still accidentally swiped across her stomach. Nayeon hadn’t caught on, but Dahyun feels bad for catching a glimpse of a failed test when the information hadn’t been offered to her out loud. She never told Nayeon she knew about it, even when Jeongyeon asked her about said test and Nayeon lied.
She thinks about Sana. Dahyun knows her powers don’t work on her, there’s no way Sana just doesn’t think. Everyone has subconscious thoughts swirling in their brain. Even Momo, who seems to have a lot less than most people, thinks about things without realizing.
Momo isn’t dumb or slow or anything, she just seems to have a very ‘work on it when it happens’ type of mindset. The exact opposite of Mina, who overthinks every single detail of life. Mina’s thoughts often overwhelm Dahyun to the point that touching her for long periods of time hurts Dahyun’s brain.
She can touch Sana, and nothing happens. There’s no need for Dahyun to worry about invading personal thoughts or an incoming headache. Dahyun, against her better judgement, decides she wants to touch Sana again. She wants to touch without fear.
“Hey.” Chaeyoung leans around Tzuyu, eyeing her curiously. Tzuyu is wearing a teasing grin. Dahyun prepares herself for the worst. “Heard you’re going on a date with Sana.”
Dahyun blinks. “What?”
Chaeyoung gives a feral grin. “Mina told Momo and Momo told Jeong and Jeong told me that you have a date with Sana. About time you crawled out of your little pity hole. Do your powers-”
“Woah! Wait!” Dahyun sputters, flailing her arms around like an idiot. “It’s not a date. She offered to buy me dinner because I’m broke.”
Tzuyu snorts. Dahyun no longer regrets reading her thoughts. “We’re college students. We’re all broke.”
“So?” Dahyun bites back defensively.
Tzuyu sighs, looking at her as if she’s talking to a child. Dahyun is offended, and very much older than her. “So she didn’t offer anyone else food last night.”
Dahyun groans, falling onto the couch. She smashes her head into the cushion, ignoring Tzuyu’s prodding finger digging into her shoulder. “No, it’s not like that. We talked about it the day before. Besides, do you really expect her to pay for all of you?”
It’s not like that. Sana is the prettiest girl on campus and she can have anyone that she wants. The one she wants can not possibly be Kim Dahyun. What a silly thought.
Chaeyoung shrugs, a tiny, smug glint in her eye. Dahyun doesn’t like it. “If you say so.”
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Dahyun doesn’t know why she’s so nervous. Well, no, she does, but there’s no reason for it. Ever since Chaeyoung and Tzuyu put thoughts of Sana and a date in her head, she’s been thinking unreasonable thoughts. It’s not a date, obviously, but there’s a part of Dahyun that wonders if Sana had meant it that way.
Sana is pretty, yes, but there’s a lot more to her than that. Dahyun tries not to think of her that way, because she’s practically Momo’s sister, and Dahyun respects Momo way too much to try anything with Sana. Still, it’s hard not to think of Sana in such a light when she’s always so sweet to Dahyun.
Sana is smart, a lot smarter than most people give her credit for. She’s studying to be a music therapist, and that’s enough to tug on Dahyun’s heartstrings. Sana is charming, charming enough to be able to persuade Momo’s professor to give Momo a second chance on a test she hadn't passed. Sana is kind, kind enough to offer Dahyun dinner.
That’s probably the only reason she’s taking Dahyun out, to be kind.
“Hey, you’re spacing out.” Chaeyoung waves a hand in front of her face. “Shouldn’t you be getting ready?”
Dahyun shakes herself from her thoughts, continuing to strip. Chaeyoung offers her the jeans she had laid out across her bed, unconcerned with her state of undress. Chaeyoung has seen her naked too many times to care about her in her underwear.
“This is your fault.” Dahyun jumps, pulling the skinny jeans over her hips. She hates skinny jeans. “I’m freaking out now. Do you think Sana was really asking me on a date?”
Chaeyoung drops her body onto her own bed, shooting a confused look at her. “Wait, is that why you’ve tried on three different outfits?”
Dahyun doesn’t offer a verbal reply, instead trying to figure out if her belly is going to poke out over her pants. They don’t, but they make her butt look weird. She sighs, tearing them off.
“Dahyun, dude, chill. Even if she did mean it as a date, she’s not gonna care what you’re wearing.”
“Really?” Dahyun can’t help the desperation in her voice, feeling like a clown for thinking so deeply into this. “So I can wear my sweatpants?”
Chaeyoung shrugs. “Yeah. I wouldn’t care if Tzuyu wore sweats on a date with me.”
Dahyun almost laughs. “I’m not Chou Tzuyu, Chaeyoung.”
Chaeyoung frowns at her, she can see it in the mirror. Dahyun ignores it, pulling on her favorite gray sweatpants and a hoodie. It’s chilly at this time of night, no need to catch a cold over what could be but probably isn’t a date.
“What does that mean?” There’s a hardness in her voice that Dahyun is used to. She isn’t the easiest on herself and when Chaeyoung catches wind of her self deprecation, she’s quick to snuff it out. “You’re one of the prettiest girls on this campus, idiot. I had a crush on you for months, and I have impeccable taste in women, Dahyun.”
She does laugh this time. “Your taste in women is anyone that can reach the snacks Nayeon hides from you in her apartment.”
Chaeyoung shrugs. Dahyun loves that they can talk about Chaeyoung’s brief infatuation, but Dahyun will never understand it. She doesn’t have much to offer Chaeyoung, and she most certainly has nothing to give Sana that she couldn’t get from anyone else on campus.
“Dahyun.” Chaeyoung is still being too serious. Dahyun’s joke didn’t work to lighten the mood. “Is it really so hard to think that someone might really like you for you?”
Dahyun shrugs. “I don’t know.”
She shuts Chaeyoung down with a stern glare. She doesn't want to think about this anymore, the entire thing is enough to ensure her thoughts that this is definitely not a date. Someone like Sana wouldn’t go for a weird kid like Dahyun.
Chaeyoung gives up, not happy with the end of the conversation, but respecting Dahyun’s wish for it to end. Dahyun is glad.
She settles for the outfit she has on, barely making an effort with her makeup. It’s enough to hide the blemish on her cheek and that satisfies Dahyun. She would hate to wonder if Sana was staring at it the entire night.
Sana shows up soon enough, offering a small greeting to Chaeyoung before Dahyun slams the door. She would like to get far away from Chaeyoung, just in case she decides to put in an unwelcome comment.
Sana looks impeccable as always, a hoodie she’s most definitely stolen from Momo and a pair of leggings is her outfit of choice, and Dahyun feels a little less like a bum. She vaguely notes that if it were a date, Sana would have dressed up. So not a date.
She pretends that she’s not upset by the confirmation.
Dahyun still makes sure to be the perfect gentlewoman though, opening doors and pulling out Sana’s chair for her. It’s the least she can do when the girl is taking her out to eat. She’s certainly eating well this week, that’s for sure.
“Dahyunnie?” Sana offers her a sip of her coffee. Dahyun refuses, afraid that she might end up in a diabetic coma if she were to drink from that. Sana ordered enough chocolate in it to kill Momo’s beloved puppy, Boo. “Do you think you’ve found your soulmate?”
Dahyun chokes on her own drink. Sana looks alarmed. “My- my soulmate?”
The girl across her giggles. “Yes, your soulmate.”
Dahyun thinks back to that day Sana helped her. She had been reading up on soulmates then, right? Dahyun wonders if Sana thinks she’s found hers.
“No, I don’t think so.” Dahyun blows an accidental bubble in her coffee. “Have you?”
Sana hums, a strange smile taking over. “I thought I had, but I guess it was just a mistake.”
Dahyun nods, curious who could’ve caught her attention. As far as she knows, Sana sticks to Momo and Mina like glue, and the only others she spends time with are Dahyun’s close group of friends.
“Did you go see one then? The string people?” Dahyun doesn’t have a lot of knowledge on soulmates, but she knows that some people can see the strings on people’s fingers, and that a lot of people spend money to find out if the person they’re dating is at the other end of their own string.
That strange smile is back, looking a little melancholic. “Something like that.”
“They weren’t on the other end of your string, I’m assuming?”
Sana sighs. “No, she’s not.”
She.
“Oh, I’m sorry, Sana.” Dahyun slurps, staring into the opening of her lip. “For what it’s worth, anyone here would be very lucky to have you Sana. You’re wonderful.”
The more Dahyun thinks about it, the more she’s convinced that Sana is perfect in every sense of the word. However, those thoughts are making it very hard to look Sana in the eyes.
She hears a fond sigh. “Thank you, Dahyunnie. That means a lot coming from someone like you.”
Dahyun glances up uncertainly. “Someone like me?”
People keep saying things like that to her lately. Jeongyeon insisting she work with her on her scheme because people like Dahyun, Chaeyoung telling her she’s pretty, and then Sana telling her this?
Sana tilts her head, a softness in her gaze that makes Dahyun feel shy. “Yes, someone like you.”
Dahyun wants to look away, but she can’t find it in her to tear her eyes away from Sana’s pretty smile. “Oh- Um- Thank you.”
Sana bats her eyelashes. “Too much?”
Dahyun shakes her head, wondering if she’s imagining the flirting. “No, it’s fine.”
Slowly, Sana reaches over to pat Dahyun’s hand. Dahyun is still shocked every time she touches Sana and can’t hear a thing. “Good.”
This girl is going to be the death of her.