twice x reader one-shots

Momo x Reader: Bad Habits

First upload since... who knows when lol. I guess this is the official end to my hiatus (:

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Y/N's POV:

"We'll still be in touch, right?"

My words wavered, barely escaping my lips. Unable to speak properly, my head hung low as I looked at the tiled, white floor below. The tears slowly built up when I interlocked my fingers with hers. I felt too ashamed at that moment to look into her eyes.

Knowing her dream, I wish it didn't have to be so far away from Japan. If I recall, that "dream" was actually 942 kilometers—or 585 miles—away, to be exact. Everything that she worked so hard and dreamt of was all in Seoul, South Korea.

And from the looks of it, it seemed like I wasn't a part of that said dream.

I heard that addictingly sweet laughter that had become my favorite in this whole world. Looking back up from the ground, I met Momo's caringly intent gaze accompanied by that enrapturing smile.

"Of course, I'll still keep in touch. I can't even imagine a day without talking to your goofy self, you know?" She said, swinging our arms slightly.

I wish I had the power to manipulate time, but sadly that's not the case. If I could, I would've frozen time so Momo would remain here in Japan with me. To say I was eager for today is borderline blasphemy; that was far from the case.

If anything, I dreaded today since today was the day Momo left Japan to pursue her idol dreams.

Right now, I came to the Itami Airport in Osaka with Momo's family to see her off. Her family had already said their goodbyes and farewells and left us alone, so I could say mine to her. We were allowed to send her off from the terminal since she'd be an unaccompanied minor.

Though her family said their goodbyes at the terminal, Momo and I walked around, wasting time and reminiscing the memories we made together.

Momo and I had been friends since practically birth. Everything that was done was done together. Before, I only saw her as my best friend—the only person I'd willingly allow to annoy me.

As our memories augmented, so did my feelings.

When middle school rolled around, I hung out with her more than usual. And before I knew it, something just... changed inside of me. I realized that these feelings of like had evolved into another four-lettered 'L' word—love.

I had no idea when these feelings became prevalent. It just sort of came to life by itself, you know?

Was it the way she'd laugh or smile when I said something funny? Or how about when she'd scream over the smallest noises and immediately run into my arms? Maybe it was when she'd have those tender moments and cared for me when I was sick or injured...

Even looking at the pictures of us made me love her more. She had become the girl of my dreams and I found myself in a stressful situation.

When we hung out nowadays, I'd turn into a completely clumsy and stuttering mess with her. Even the slightest brush of skin-to-skin contact with her made my heart race with joy.

At first, when my feelings awakened, I tried to naturally let things happen. Hope was the only thing I had going for me; it was the only thing that kept pushing me to try and open up to her.

However, I've always had a hard time expressing myself. That was one of my many bad habits.

Obviously, I was too much of a mess to confess my true feelings to her... And because of my stupidly bad habit, the girl of my dreams was moments away from leaving for some far-off foreign land—completely unaware of my feelings for her.