There are several ways for Sana and Tzuyu to be together. In every lifetime, in every universe. No matter what they are and what they're meant to be. A collection of oneshots I made for my third favorite ship.

First light woke with hidden truth; last light set their burdens free.

She offered herself to save the man she loved. She didn't know he was the reason she needed saving. Yuqi would do anything for Ming—even sacrifice herself to Seoul's most ruthless loan shark. When Ming's debt falls due, Yuqi walks into Ezra Xu's club ready to trade her freedom for his life.

Start of something for two longtime best friend. There is a flashback scene where I demarcated with page break :)

An insecure Liz goes through the motions of idol life while figuring out her sexuality and her slowly growing feelings for her best friend Rei.

She offered herself to save the man she loved. She didn't know he was the reason she needed saving. Yuqi would do anything for Ming—even sacrifice herself to Seoul's most ruthless loan shark. When Ming's debt falls due, Yuqi walks into Ezra Xu's club ready to trade her freedom for his life.

She offered herself to save the man she loved. She didn't know he was the reason she needed saving. Yuqi would do anything for Ming—even sacrifice herself to Seoul's most ruthless loan shark. When Ming's debt falls due, Yuqi walks into Ezra Xu's club ready to trade her freedom for his life.

"I don't have the first chapter. But I'm writing every chapter from here." Today Jisoo cast a stranger to play the man she loves and discovered a photo album full of a life she never lived. She is living a love story in translation — in 2026 she translates it into art for strangers, in 1994 she translates herself into a love built for a woman she replaced. And somewhere between two centuries, the same moon watches both of her lives.

“You are seen, even if not by others. I see you.” She writes as if she knows me better than anyone. Maybe she does. The gods have hidden her in the temple, but I think they did it out of fear.

Everything they built comes to bloom in a single day. A newspaper feature. A shop full of strangers turned witnesses. A husband weeping behind a register that has never held so much. A rising moon over a small garden where two people sit and count what they've made together. And beneath it all, a whisper meant only for the child about to arrive: "Ready, kid? Mama's ready."