slow dancing in a room that isn't burning is much more fun when there's three instead of only two.

it's also fun because the room isn't burning.

/ ~ /

Dahyun looks so beautiful with her gentle smile and bright eyes. With her forehead resting on Chaeyoung’s, her arm around her waist, and her fingers tangled with hers, this is her peace.

A slow song billows through their room; twinkling fairy lights illuminate the way.

Together, they share a dance, a moment of intimacy away from the chaos, healing. In the silence of the world around them and the slight air of breath fanning across their lips, all that mattered was them.

Chaeyoung nudges her nose against Dahyun’s, giggles at how the latter crinkles her nose and she tugs her even closer.

And they look so beautiful. So in love and enamored, Tzuyu thinks that she must be the luckiest person in the world to be loved by the two girls dancing in front of her as she watches them against the wall she has been leaning on.

There is no complexity in love, just complication in navigating it.

Dahyun and Chaeyoung were always a pair. Seemingly impenetrable and lasting, the two believed that fate allowed for their hearts to find each other’s in all the lifetimes they could have lived. A friendship turned relationship, their connection was always something that could never be replicated or replaced. They are the lucky ones to have the intricacy of fate by their sides. Never had anything felt amiss or lacking, yet, when Tzuyu came into their lives, slow