Lovestruck (Sana) 💕

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TW's// fluff, thunder, mutual pining, thunderstorms, under the covers, kissing, reader is 10th member, Sana x fem!reader, cursing//

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TW's// fluff, thunder, mutual pining, thunderstorms, under the covers, kissing, reader is 10th member, Sana x fem!reader, cursing//

TW's// fluff, thunder, mutual pining, thunderstorms, under the covers, kissing, reader is 10th member, Sana x fem!reader, cursing//

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You flinched under the covers as the thunder shook the large apartment, closing your eyes shut.

It was pouring hard and you practically had the apartment by yourself; most of the girls being in their respective schedules.

Except Sana, though... there was a bit of a problem.

You had gained feelings for the girl ever since you guys first met, her charming personality and just her way of being had you hooked.

Though sure, the fan-service was great, you forced yourself to stay away, pushing aside those feelings you've felt for her ever since your trainee days.

Cuddling up to her, those small kisses she gave you on the cheek and forehead, her gentle touch, her squeezes on your sides, those sweet sweet words she would whisper to you when you were struggling.

Gosh, you couldn't get rid of her.

"CRACKKK.." the house shook again, fuck.

Your mind began racing, you knew you had to stay away from her, you knew you had to push those thoughts about her away, but you really needed someone to be with right now, the thunder made your heart pound and your body shake with fear.

Your mind rushed, your brain filling up with thoughts as you went into a rollercoaster of emotions.

Until one final struck did it, the loud noise made your heart sink and your legs started moving on its own to Sana's room.

The wooden floors creaked as you tip toed to her door, the cold air from her fan brushing on your feet from the bottom of the door.

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