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I saw her dance, with that mix of control and freedom that made her unique. As if the whole world were at her feet, and yet, she was looking at me. Only me.
An entire song slipped by as I watched her move, admiring how she let the music take over her, how she smiled when the bass rumbled through the floor.
At one point, as the next track started playing, she got even closer.
- If you keep looking at me like that, I’ll start to think you really like me, Vi, - she said with that damn voice of hers, right next to my ear.
And then she bit her lip.
Damn it.
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“I just… I still can’t go to the bathhouse with you two… And you deserve to know why…”
Zoey's light caress against her thigh stops. Mira's gentle pressure against her shoulder remains, ever unflappable.
Rumi takes a final, deep breath, like she’s about to belt out a chorus. Too much air, to force her to say something, to say anything. She only manages to quietly whisper out the truth.
“I have a penis.”
Both hands freeze now, even Mira seemingly flapped. Rumi squeezes her eyes shut tighter. The room is silent for a few seconds, then Zoey speaks from outside the dark of Rumi’s clenched eyelids. “So?” she asks, “you can still come to the women’s bathhouse, nobody ever cares about Mira’s.”OR
Sexually repressed Rumi is way too self-conscious about her demon dick, so Zoey and Mira help her figure it out.
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19 Feb 2026
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their manager's chirp makes zoey's heart rate spike all over again the same way it had used to when -
nu-uh. not going there. she shakes off the wisps of cardamon and black pepper perfume that suddenly make their way into her lungs, burrowing themselves deep in her chest cavity.
they do that a lot. cedarwood and bergamot will forever haunt her, she knows, and she's somewhat come to terms with it - her smell loitering in auditoriums, concert halls, and even zoey's pillows late at night is a small price to pay for zoey had done to her, even if it makes her a little muzzy and sick to the stomach every time she picks the scent up.
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one big character study where i put both of them in the blender to make a really nice purple smoothie!!! i love my girls (there probably will be a happy ending im not TOO mean)
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19 Feb 2026
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“I know what this is,” Zoey whispered, voice shaking with both rage and hurt. “I know exactly what this is.”
“You’re jealous.”
Mira’s entire body went still.
Just slightly.
But Zoey noticed.
She always noticed Mira.
Zoey stepped closer, finger pressing to Mira’s chest—not hard, but sharp enough to make a point.
“Yeah,” Zoey breathed, tears burning her eyes. “You’re jealous.”
Her voice dropped, trembling but vicious in its clarity.
“You’re jealous that someone actually wants me.”
Mira’s breath hitched—but Zoey kept going, unable to stop the spiral.
“You’re jealous that someone likes me—really likes me—and isn’t afraid to show it.”
Mira’s eyes went wide. Red. Shiny.
“And you’re jealous,” Zoey whispered, the words trembling out of her like she’d ripped them from somewhere fragile inside, “that I might like him back.”
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Zoey gets into a PR relationship with another idol. Yearner Mira is pissed. Disaster ensues..
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09 Feb 2026
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Then Mira took a step forward. Slow and precise. Zoey’s heart jumped into her throat as a cold panic engulfed her in a quick and sudden wave. It seemed like her very vertebrae were consumed in an icy chill that ran all the way up into her cranium. A primal response that was beyond her control.
Why was she so scared? What could she possibly be so afraid of? Yeah, sure this situation was beyond frightening, but this was Mira. Gorgeous Mira with the stunning face card. Mira, who cooked the best food Zoey had ever tasted. Mira, who got dozens, if not hundreds of compliments from the customers. Mira, who played with the occasional kid in the shop with nothing but warmth on her face. Mira, who didn’t pay her much attention. Mira, the woman who wouldn’t hurt her. Mira would not hurt her. Right?Or
Mira is absolutely dreadful at normal human interaction and Zoey thinks that Mira is going to try to kill her.
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04 Feb 2026
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’What the fuck is Zoey doing here?’
Mira’s thoughts raced: ‘Do I stay still and hope for her not to see me? Do I hide in the corner and text verdxyz to meet somewhere else? Do I just bolt out of here?’
She looked around, sweat starting to form in her hairline: it was quite crowded, so hiding from Zoey wouldn’t be so difficult, despite her being taller than 90% of the girls there.
She started to carefully walk past people, muttering apologies whenever she shoved a girl a bit too harshly. Once ‘safe’ in the dim lounge room, Mira grabbed her phone and opened the app. Verdxyz was on top, of course; her chat was the only one she couldn’t leave on read or ignore.
NapalM
Hey.
Could we meet somewhere else?
Place is too crowded.Mira peeked through the door separating the main bar and the lounge, looking for Zoey with no success before her phone buzzed with the special app vibration.
verdxyz
uh am already here but sure
whre?-
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Where Mira downloads a dating wlw app where her and Zoey unknowingly match with each other, and neither of them knows the other one likes girls too because they keep denying it.
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03 Feb 2026