Playgirl [Fem Reader X Twice]

the pianist and the barista

At the coffee shop, all I could think about was Nayeon, nothing else fazed me, not even the bitchy Karens.

"Hey Y/n, are you ok?" Dahyun asks concerned breaking me out of my daze.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine," I respond, attempting to shake off the lingering thoughts of the awkward encounter with Nayeon. "Just a lot on my mind, you know?"

Dahyun gives me a sympathetic smile, understanding the weight of unspoken troubles. "Ooh! I know what can help!" Dahyun practically jumps over the counter, "My friend gave me tickets to see an art gallery, we should go together!"

The suggestion catches me off guard, and I look at Dahyun, surprised. "An art gallery, huh? Well, why not? It might be a good distraction."

"Great, it's a date then! I'll pick you up from your apartment and we can walk from there!" Dahyun smile widens and then she waddles off to her piano.

"It's a date?" I mumble to myself, feeling a flutter of confusion. What does she mean by "it's a date"? Is she just using the phrase casually, or does she mean something else?

I mean I don't think I would be opposed to going on a date with her, but does she think that? Now I'm even more conflicted- first Nayeon... then this?

As I now stress about the cheery pianist, my phone rings.

It's an unknown Japanese number. Last time I picked up to an unknown number- I was forced to hang out with a weird insurance chick. I'll just decline.

As I decline, My phone buzzes continuously with calls from the unknown number. Each vibration sends a shiver down my spine, and I debate whether to answer or continue ignoring it.

Then the number starts messaging me.

Unknown

Unknown: Answer your damn phone.

Unknown: I know you can hear me ringing.

Unknown: Don't think you can avoid me forever.

The number calls me one more time and I decide to answer.

"Hello? Why the fuck do you keep on calling me?"

A voice on the other side of the call says, "don't go on the date."

I clench my jaw, recognizing the voice instantly. "Sana, how did you even know I was going on a date?"

Sana chuckles on the other end. "Let's just say I have eyes everywhere. Cancel the date, darling, or you might regret it."

Darling?- I internally throw up.

"Shut up, Sana," I retort, my frustration evident. "I'm not canceling anything just because you say so. Stay out of my personal life."

I hang up before she can respond, but the unease lingers. Sana's interference is the last thing I need right now.