Twice one-shots

Rebellion (Tzuyu)

In the bustling heart of Seoul, TWICE's dorm was a sanctuary of order and harmony, a place where schedules were meticulously followed and respect for each other was paramount. At least, that was how it used to be.

Tzuyu, usually the epitome of poise and obedience, had begun to test the boundaries of her role within the group. It started subtly, with small acts of defiance that only those closest to her noticed. She would arrive home from schedules later than usual, citing delays or traffic, though the rest of TWICE knew there was something more beneath the surface.

One evening, Dahyun caught a glimpse of Tzuyu slipping quietly into the dorm long after midnight, a telltale glint of silver catching her eye. Curious, she followed Tzuyu into her room, finding her inspecting a newly acquired ear piercing in the mirror.

"Tzuyu, when did you get that?" Dahyun whispered, startled by the sudden change in her normally conservative roommate.

Tzuyu turned to her with a mix of surprise and defiance in her eyes. "I did it a few days ago. Do you think the others will notice?"

Dahyun frowned, worried about how the rest of the group would react. "Maybe you should talk to them about it. They might understand."

But Tzuyu shook her head, a stubborn set to her jaw. "No, they won't. They'll just try to stop me."

As weeks passed, Tzuyu's rebellion grew more pronounced. She started coming home with more tattoos, discreetly hidden under her clothes but impossible to conceal forever. Sana noticed the ink peeking out from under Tzuyu's sleeve during dance practice one afternoon, a vivid splash of color contrasting with her usual elegant attire.

"Sana, don't say anything," Tzuyu pleaded when she caught Sana staring.

"I won't," Sana promised softly, though concern etched lines on her brow.

The breaking point came when Tzuyu arrived home one evening with a piercing on her eyebrow, a bold statement that couldn't be overlooked. Mina and Jihyo exchanged worried glances as Tzuyu walked past them into her room without a word. They knew they had to confront her before things spiraled further out of control.

The next morning, over breakfast, Mina broached the subject gently. "Tzuyu, can we talk?"

Tzuyu looked up, her expression guarded but willing to listen.

"We've noticed some changes lately," Jihyo added, her tone gentle yet firm. "We're worried about you, Tzuyu."

Tzuyu's defenses rose immediately. "You're not my parents. I can make my own choices."

Mina sighed, exchanging a glance with Jihyo. "We know that, Tzuyu. But we're a team, and your actions affect all of us."

Tzuyu fell silent, torn between her desire for independence and her loyalty to her unnies. Finally, she spoke in a voice laced with vulnerability. "I just... I feel like I need to express myself. It's not about rebelling against you. It's about finding myself."

Jihyo reached across the table, taking Tzuyu's hand in hers. "We understand that, Tzuyu. But we're here for you. You don't have to go through this alone."

Tzuyu's eyes filled with tears as she nodded silently. In that moment, she realized that her unnies weren't trying to control her—they were trying to protect her. She had pushed against their concern, mistaking it for judgment, when all they wanted was to see her happy and safe.From that day on, Tzuyu approached her changes with a newfound openness. She shared her plans for tattoos and piercings with the group, seeking their advice and support. The unnies, in turn, respected her decisions while offering guidance when needed.

As time passed, Tzuyu's rebellious phase evolved into a journey of self-discovery, one that she navigated with the love and understanding of her unnies by her side. Each new tattoo and piercing became a symbol of her growth and resilience, a testament to the strength of their bond as a group and as friends.And in the quiet moments before bed, Tzuyu would reflect on how lucky she was to have found a family in TWICE, a place where she could be herself without fear of judgment, and where her journey of self-expression was celebrated, not condemned.