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Prompt: Can i ask you a reaction where Twice where they spend all day training for an event and their love one surprice them at home with a comfy dinner

A/N: Soooo I had COVID. Thankfully it looks like my vaccine is keeping the worst away for now but since I have so much time at home right now, I figured I would try and write some things for you guys. I hope you all enjoy and stay safe out there! - Admin Kiwi

Jihyo: “Awe, this is so sweet.” Jihyo would be pretty drained after a long day of practicing for an upcoming event. As the leader, she felt it was her responsibility to make sure everything was perfect, even if that meant practicing harder and staying later to go over things with her managers and choreographers. By the time she stumbled in the door, she was starving and so tired she thought about laying down on the floor right there. She had been expecting to come home to a dark apartment, since she had stayed into the early hours of the morning, but instead she was greeted with your soft smile and gentle hands, and the wonderful smell of her favorite meal. For a moment, she thought she was dreaming as she let you help her out of her jacket, but when you guided her into the kitchen, chiding her for overworking herself, she realized this was all real. Her favorite meal was on the table, and as she sat down, you massaged her shoulders, asking how her day was. Instead of answering right away, she leaned back and gave you a tired, fond smile, suddenly so content with her life she wouldn’t change a thing. “I’m so glad I moved in with you.”

Nayeon: “Oh, this is just what I needed! You’re the best.” Work had been nonstop recently, and Nayeon was kind of over it. Sure, she loved being an idol, but after yet another day of endless training for an event she couldn’t even remember the name of, she found herself questioning her choice of career. When was the last time she’d eaten anything other than quick snacks between dances? She couldn’t really remember. Exhausted, she pressed her forehead against the car window and let the cool glass lull her into a fitful nap as she was finally driven home. When she woke up, she thanked the driver and stumbled her way up to her apartment, thinking of nothing more than her bed, but when she opened the door, she was surprised to hear the faint sound of music and find the smell of food wafting through the room. Suddenly curious, she kicked off her shoes and made her way to the kitchen, where she found you softly singing as you stirred a giant pot of soup on the stove. When you heard her walk in, you turned and smiled, walking over to wrap her in your arms and give her a kiss that she sank into. “Is that for me?” She asked hopefully, looking over at the stove, and you laughed, nodding. “For you. I made it with ingredients to give you strength for your event tomorrow. Here, sit down and I’ll feed you.” Fondness flowed over her, and she reached up to give you another kiss before you went to the stove. “God, I love you.” “I love you too, Nayeon.”

Jeongyeon: “All of this is for me? You didn’t have to….” Jeongyeon would spend the entire day just wanting to go home. For days, her schedule had been packed with one performance after another, and then the one day they didn’t have a performance was spent practicing for a big event that she couldn’t even remember the name of. After a blur of changed choreography and outfit checks, she finally found herself slowly unlocking her front door, her eyelids drooping from exhaustion. What time was it? She couldn’t remember as she stepped inside and kicked off her shoes with a yawn, not even noticing that the lights were still on until she heard you ask her how her day was from the kitchen. Blinking, she cleared her throat and responded that she was tired as she trudged further inside, only to freeze when she reached the kitchen. The light was warm, and you were placing a plate down onto the table as you looked up to smile at her. “What’s this?” “I thought you would need a meal after everything,” you responded, and she breathed in, appreciating the wonderful smell for the first time. There was a bouquet of flowers in a vase on the table with a little card that had her name written on it, and she blinked away sleepy tears, overwhelmed with affection. “I don’t deserve you,” she said, and you wrapped her in a tight hug, kissing her forehead. “Yes you do. Now let me serve you, you’ve had a long day and you deserve it.”

Sana: “Oh my god, you’re the best. I love you so much!” Sana usually has a pretty endless flow of energy, but it was finally running out as she went over the same choreography again and again, her eyes blurring as she stared at her reflection in the mirror. How long had she been in this practice room? She couldn’t really remember, especially since she was pretty sure she’d only gotten a few hours of sleep the night before. She was just thankful that her body remembered the moves on its own, because her mind was far away, daydreaming about her soft bed and a warm meal. When practice was finally over, she hardly registered anything going on around her, just happy to finally be able to get some rest. Maybe she would be able to get in some cuddles if you were still awake. She wasn’t expecting to come home to the lights on, though, and that snapped her out of her daze as she stepped inside, curiosity waking her up a bit. “(Y/N)?” “In here,” you called from the kitchen, and her stomach grumbled as she caught the smell of her favorite food. That put some speed into her step as she went to the kitchen, a smile spreading over her face. “Is that what I think it is?” She asked excitedly, and you laughed, nodding. Now her energy was back, and she skipped over to give you a tight hug. Just as she thought, being home was just what she needed to feel better.

Momo: “I’m going to eat everything.” Momo usually had no problem keeping up with the sheer amount of practices and performances the group had to do, but today she was feeling exhausted. She couldn’t remember the last time the group had gotten a break, and now preparation for a big event was keeping them in the practice room for much longer than she thought it would. Her muscles ached and no matter how many snacks she ate, she was still hungry. Was she overworking her body? She was pretty sure she was, but she had no choice. Somehow, she powered through the day, and after finally perfecting the choreography, she couldn’t wait to get home. She was planning on heating up one of the frozen meals she’d bought recently, but instead she was surprised to walk into the apartment and find it still alive and full of the smell of something delicious. Immediately, she kicked off her shoes and rushed into the kitchen, her mouth watering. You were standing by the table, arranging a huge amount of food, and her stomach grumbled, revealing her presence. You laughed as you looked up at her. “Hungry?” “Starving,” she answered truthfully, finding herself smiling as well as she walked over to the table. “Is this all for me?” “Well, some of it’s for me,” you said, leaning in to give her a sweet kiss. “But yes, it is. I figured you’d be hungry with all the practicing and exercising you’ve been doing.” She grinned, her worries from the day fading away and being replaced by overwhelming love. “You know me so well.”

Mina:“I really wasn’t expecting this. Thank you.” Practice was always exhausting for Mina, but today it felt worse than usual. There was so much to change about the choreography last minute to fit the stage, and they were doing a special performance of a song they’d never done before, so the pressure was almost overwhelming. It was nearing midnight when she finally got to stumble into the back of her managers car and almost immediately fall asleep for a short nap. The next thing she knew, her manager was shaking her awake, gently telling her that she was home. Groggily, she thanked him for his hard work and climbed out, yawning as she headed up the stairs to her apartment. To her surprise, she noticed a light on in the window. What were you doing up so late? As soon as she stepped inside, the smell of food answered her question, and she immediately felt her mouth start to water as you poked your head around the counter and greeted her. “Welcome home. I made your favorite since I knew you wouldn’t be able to each much today.” A smile made its way onto her lips as she slipped out of her shoes and coat and into your arms instead, resting her head on your shoulder. She was still tired, of course, but her heart felt full as you held her in your arms, gently stroking her hair. “Mina? Is everything okay?” “Yes. I’d like to stay like this for a little longer, though.”

Dahyun: “Wow, how did I get so lucky with you?” Dahyun sometimes felt like all she did was work. If she wasn’t practicing, she was promoting and performing. It had gotten to the point that she was pretty used to it, so an entire day of practice for an event didn’t come as a surprise to her. Instead, she just took a deep breath and put on a smile, even though she was still tired from their last rounds of promotion. This was her job, after all, so she did her best, repeating dance moves and lines until they were second nature. But by the time the managers finally told them it was time to go home after midnight, her smile was weak, and all she could think of was how early she would have to be up in the morning. Her body ached and her eyelids felt heavy, and she found herself drifting in and out of sleep in the passenger seat on the drive home. When was the last time she’d felt this exhausted? Finally, her manager told her she was home, and she groggily thanked them and made her way up to her apartment, still half asleep. She was shocked awake when she opened the door and was greeted with lights and the smell of food, though. Her eyes widened as she heard you call her name. “(Y/N)? What are you doing up?” She asked as she headed further inside to see you placing a plate on the table, a sweet smile on your face. “I thought you would be hungry after all that practice. Eat while I get a hot bath going for you,” you said as you finished setting up her plate and walked over to take her bag. Her eyes welled up with tears as she turned to you with a thankful smile. “You’re seriously the best. I love you so much.” You smiled back and gave her a quick kiss that sent a wave of affection through her. “And I love you too.”

Chaeyoung: “You! I’m going to do something great for you next time, just you wait!” If Chaeyoung was honest with herself, she’d been tired since the beginning of the week. It was festival season, and although she was thankful for all the love the group got, having to perform day after day at so many events was exhausting. And now, their one free day was being taken up by practice for yet another event, one bigger than all the others. She hadn’t caught the name (she’d been too tired to care) but she could tell it was important if they were doing special performances instead of just doing their usual songs. Thankfully, her body was moving on auto-pilot, because her mind was far away, daydreaming about her warm bed and food that didn’t come from a package. By the time she was walking up to her apartment, half-humming along to their latest song with heavy eyelids, she was so tired she didn’t notice that the lights were on. So when she stepped inside to see you walking towards her, she jumped in surprise. “(Y/N), why are you up?” You laughed, walking over to take her bag and give her a kiss. “Can I not wait up to see my girlfriend?” “But it’s so late,” she countered, and you just shrugged. “I don’t mind. Come on, aren’t you hungry? I made dinner, so you should eat.” It was then that she registered the smell of food and let you lead her into the kitchen, where a plate was already on the table for her. A smile came over her face and she turned to you, once again bright despite her exhaustion. “(Y/N)! You did all this for me?” “I thought you might need something to eat after such a long day.” She threw her arms around your shoulders and kissed you fiercely, until neither of you could breathe. “Just you wait,” she said breathlessly, a twinkle in her eye. “I’ll get you back for this.” You just grinned and kissed her on the nose. “I can’t wait.”

Tzuyu: “Hey. I love you.” Tzuyu isn’t someone who complains much. Instead, she keeps her head down and quietly does what she has to. But today she really felt like complaining. Her entire body hurt from how much they’d been practicing, she had barely slept, and the managers would not shut up about how important this event was, which felt strange to her considering it was just a college thing. But still, she didn’t complain, putting her head down and keeping her exhaustion to herself as she followed the changes in choreography. By the time it was over, she was grumpy and just wanted to go home, slipping away before anyone to catch her to go over anything else. Her warm bed was waiting, after all. She wasn’t expecting you to still be awake, so she paused in the doorway when she saw the lights were on and heard you call for her before closing the door behind her and wandering inside. Her eyes widened when she saw you standing in the kitchen, humming as you filled a bowl with food. “I figured you’d be hungry when you got home,” you said, turning your head to smile at her over your shoulder. “How was your day?” For a moment she felt overwhelmed with love and affection, all of the grumpiness and annoyance from the day slipping away as she took a deep breath. Then, instead of replying, she stated that she loved you. Since she didn’t say it often, you flushed and let out a flustered laugh, turning to face her. “What was that for?” With a soft smile, she shrugged, walking over to pull you into a tight hug. “Just felt right. What’s for dinner?”

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