🕊️ genre: romcom, fluff
mama bird as your girlfriend :D
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It started with a sigh.
You were lying on your bed, half-buried under a mountain of pillows, holding your phone over your face. The soft glow from the screen reflected in your tired eyes as you scrolled through yet another fan edit of your favorite girl group.
Correction: your favorite girl in your favorite group.
Haseul.
The same Haseul who, at this very moment, was humming to herself in the kitchen, preparing tea like the nurturing girlfriend she was. You could hear her moving softly around the counter, probably already aware that you were procrastinating again.
It had been three hours since you got home from classes. Three hours since you dumped your bag on the floor and promised you’d “start your homework soon.”
You hadn't touched a single page.
You heard her footsteps approaching even before you saw her. And then—
“(Y/n),” came her voice, soft but with that tone. The one that made your stomach twist, just a little. “Please tell me you’ve at least opened your laptop.”
You looked up from your phone guiltily. “Technically… yes.”
Haseul narrowed her eyes. “What does ‘technically’ mean?”
“It means my laptop’s open. It’s just not... doing anything.”
She sighed again, and you swore you saw a hint of a smile she was trying to hide. She placed the tea on your nightstand and sat on the edge of the bed, arms crossed.
“Baby, you’ve been home for hours. You know you have deadlines.”
“I know,” you mumbled, burying your face into a pillow.
“So why aren’t you doing them?”
You groaned dramatically. “Because I don’t wanna! School is a scam. A capitalist prison. Who even needs math?”
“You’re a literature major.”
“Exactly. So why do I need math?”
Haseul laughed—short, amused, but still firm. “(Y/n), you can’t keep doing this. You complain about your grades, but you won’t even try.”
You peeked out at her. “That’s because grades are a societal construct.”
“And yet,” she said, leaning closer, “you cried last week over a B+.”
You pouted. “It should’ve been an A…”
Haseul gently tugged the pillow away from your arms. “Come on. You can’t keep dodging it. I’ll sit here with you until you finish.”
You groaned again but sat up, shifting so your back leaned against the headboard. “What if I just drop out and become your group’s full-time emotional support girlfriend?”
“You already are,” she said sweetly, “but even emotional support girlfriends need to graduate.”
“Cruel,” you muttered. “So cruel.”
But still, you reached for your laptop, opening the tab with your half-written paper on modern feminist themes in Korean poetry. Haseul raised an eyebrow at the empty Google Doc.
“Wow. So much progress.”
“I was thinking about what to write,” you defended.
“For three hours?”
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LOONA oneshots ☾ .ᐟ
Fanfiction[REQUESTS OPEN] strictly no male readers. currently working on horror. mainly fem/masc dom!loona. will add trigger warnings on sensitive topics. [❕/❗] means the chapter might contain smut. horror [🌑] chapters coming soon!
