Same Memory || Another Story

→• The Other Kim

"You can trust me with that. Now, where and when do we start?" She grinned

" I'll inform you when i crack the code and understand my quirk more." He shakes her hand

She sighs dramatically after they let go."This is either going to be the best or worst decision of my life."

Sunoo chuckled "Probably both." He took a moment then slightly opened his arms "Thank you.."

"No problem" she hugged him.

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Yn finally reached the dorms just past the ninth toll of the evening bell. Her stomach grumbled loud enough to rival a Tiger, and her legs dragged beneath her like she’d walked through a battlefield. Her head? Pounding mercilessly, like a war drum demanding surrender.

She pressed a hand to her temple as she climbed the stairs, the dim sconces along the corridor casting golden halos across the aged stone walls. The moment she approached the door to the shared quarters, she could already hear them.

Laughter. Snapping. The usual chorus of chaotic chatter—arguments about everything and nothing, overlapping voices that somehow filled the room with life.

Gods, they never ran out of breath.

Pushing the door open, Y/n was hit with the warmth of familiar comfort: the scent of stew, candle wax, and home. She headed straight to the kitchen, ignoring her aching body as she followed the smell of food like a sailor to a siren’s song.

(Why was dinner so late? Who knew? Not her.)

Jihyo noticed her first, flashing that radiant, too-perfect smile that could light an entire village. Then Dahyun looked up.

Their eyes met for only a heartbeat—and that was all it took.

The hollowness in Dahyun’s gaze, the tension in her shoulders, the quiet surrender in the way she moved the fork back n forth on her plate—

Oh. Damn. They must have broken up.

Yn gave her a small, knowing nod. No words. Just silent understanding.

Her expression didn’t shift. She simply lowered her gaze back to her plate, her jaw tight. There was no anger, no sadness—just quiet resignation.

Yn sank into the empty chair beside Mina, who offered a soft smile, and barely had time to exhale before Jeongyeon was already piling food onto her plate like a mother hen.

If Y/n ever managed to make Jeongyeon fall for her, she would drop to her knees and propose on the spot.

Imagine it—waking up each morning to one of the most ethereal women ever created by the gods themselves. Just being noticed by her felt like receiving divine favor.

Maybe she should try puppy eyes.

Or get a cat. No—wait. Jeongyeon seemed more like a dog person. Yes! A dog. They could raise it together. Train it. Take long walks by the river. Parents. They’d be parents.

Oh God. She’d order that future from the stars in a heartbeat.

She nearly choked on her first spoonful of stew, caught up in the sheer brilliance of the fantasy.

While she ate, the others bickered as usual—over which noble had worn the ugliest cloak, who was the best Fire bender in history, and whether a tomato counted as a fruit or a vegetable.

It was nonsense.

Y/n smiled through a mouthful of food, watching them with quiet fondness. Bruised legs, aching head, emotional whiplash and all… she wouldn’t trade this moment for anything.