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It’s different when they’re not alone.
“Are you okay?” Nayeon asks Sana after they get off-air, having noticed that Sana’s been incredibly distracted today.
“Yeah, yeah,” Sana answers quickly enough, but she’s not looking at Nayeon.
Nayeon follows Sana’s gaze and sees that she’s looking at Dahyun, who’s in the middle of a conversation with Jeongyeon about who knows what. More specifically, Nayeon notices that Sana’s admiring the high-waisted shorts that are hugging Dahyun’s body and showing off her attractiveness. It’s normal for them to wear short clothing—normal for all female idols—and yet Sana’s attention is all on her.
Nayeon raises a hand to her mouth, trying to cover a giggle. Sana doesn’t notice, too engrossed in blatantly staring at her Dubu.
“We have a performance tomorrow,” Nayeon reminds her, voice so teasing, “So don’t be too rough with her, okay?”
Sana turns to her, a smile on her face. "No promises," she says in a low voice, "If she wants me to, I'm not gonna say no..."
Nayeon slaps Sana's arm, shaking her head at how explicit Sana is.
~
It always starts with a kiss. It doesn’t usually end there.
Sana hoists Dahyun up on her, feeling the denim press on her bare stomach. All she wants to do is to take off the bothersome material, but she knows that now’s not the time. They barely have five minutes, and Sana's not one to rush through pleasuring Dahyun.
Still, as she explores Dahyun’s mouth, Sana can’t help but want to take care of the growing heat between their two bodies. With each passing second, she wants more than anything to feel the satisfaction of hearing Dahyun moan her name out. It's been a while since she's topped the younger girl.
“Sana-unnie,” Dahyun says in a low whisper when Sana lets go of her lips. Her breathing becomes rougher and less contained as Sana’s kisses explore her neck instead, slowly leading downwards, Sana’s hands wandering underneath her clothes- “Sana.”
“You did great today, baby,” Sana says, her voice coming out as a growl. She stops for a moment to look at Dahyun in the eye and make sure that the younger girl knows she’s being serious right now. “You’re getting better everyday.”
“You’re just saying that,” Dahyun laughs, and it sounds like music.
“But it’s true,” Sana says while pressing another kiss on Dahyun’s collarbone, loving the way Dahyun’s breath hitches at the contact.
“We need to join the others,” Dahyun tries to reason, but the way she melts into Sana’s touch doesn’t show much hesitation.
“I know, baby,” Sana mumbles, lowering Dahyun back down a bit reluctantly.
Dahyun stumbles without Sana holding her up. Sana quickly grabs her hand, making sure Dahyun stays upright.
“Sorry,” Dahyun says, her voice so low that Sana can barely hear her.
“Are you tired?” Sana asks, tilting her head to catch Dahyun’s eye, the lust in her expression dissolving into worry. “Is everything okay?”
“Yeah, just…” Dahyun leans into Sana again. “Just- take me home?”
“Now?” Sana asks, surprised by Dahyun’s request. They still have a show to do later.
“I feel sick…” Dahyun admits, lowering her head.
Sana nods. She’s not used to seeing Dahyun like this. Most of them have gotten good at hiding how hard having such a stressful schedule is, so much so that Sana barely ever notices when she herself can’t do more. She leads Dahyun out, a hand on her waist, holding her carefully.
~
It’s dark outside when Dahyun wakes up. She’s disorientated, but she’s aware of a few things: she’s still wearing her clothes (which is a good sign) and Sana’s sleeping next to her. Oh, and it’s raining hard outside, pelting the roof over their heads with heavy drops, only getting heavier with each second that passes.
She tries to sit up, but the movement makes her dizzy and causes her vision to go out of focus.
Sana shifts next to her. “Babe, go back to sleep,” she slurs.
The scent of alcohol on her breath is undeniable. “You’ve been drinking?” Dahyun asks even though she knows the answer.
“It’s fine, just go back to sleep-”
“You promised you’d stop,” Dahyun says lowly, but she sounds sadder than angry. “That you wouldn’t when we were in the middle of a comeback.”
Sana hesitates to answer. “I can explain?”
“No, Sana-” her voice cracks, “You know what happened last time.”
Sana tries to take her hand, “Baby-” but Dahyun pulls her hand away.
Dahyun can't even meet her eye, too disappointed in Sana. She hates it when Sana goes back to her old habits, knows how dangerous it can be. Dahyun suddenly realizes that they're not in Twice’s dorms but, instead, Sana’s place again. “Why did you take me here?”
“I-I didn’t know what to do, okay?” Sana tries to explain, but her eyes are teary and her voice shakes. She takes a deep breath, trying to control her emotions better, but it doesn’t help. The alcohol in her system is just making it worse.
“Why were you drinking?” Dahyun asks all of a sudden—demands an answer.
“Because- because I care, okay?” Sana tries desperately to grab Dahyun’s hand again, but Dahyun keeps pushing her away. “I feel too much and I hate seeing you like that and I know it’s my fault for not noticing faster.” Sana hates feeling pathetic, but now she’s whimpering out her words. “Please don’t leave-”
“I won’t,” Dahyun answers, her shoulders slumping a bit. “Goddammit, I can’t."
“I love you,” Sana whimpers, and it hurts Dahyun to hear that.
It’s not the heartfelt confession they always sing about. It's a desperate plea. The rain falls harder.
~
As soon as Sana sobers up, she’s back to cracking jokes to lighten up the mood.
“Don’t worry, Dahyun-ah!” she says with a bright voice, seeming more like her stage persona right now. “I promise I won’t drink again for the rest of my life for the next three weeks~”
As much as Dahyun wants to be mad at her, that just confuses her. “W-what?”
“You heard me,” Sana winks at her.
Dahyun sighs.
“Besides, it’s not that bad this time,” Sana points out, looking at herself in the mirror. “No hangover, and I still remember everything that happened last night.”
Dahyun hesitates. “You do?”
Sana finishes applying her lipstick. “We should get going.”
“Why are you even putting on makeup? We’re just going back to the dorms.”
Sana smiles mischievously and tries to kiss Dahyun, but the younger girl manages to duck away in time.
“You never change, do you?” Dahyun complains.
“Nope!” Sana says while pulling Dahyun’s face back towards her, successfully placing a red kiss on Dahyun’s cheek.
“Hey!” Dahyun exclaims, looking at the bright red mark through the mirror. She tries to rub it off, but the red pigment is too dark.
Sana kisses her other cheek, leaving another mark.
Dahyun’s brows furrow, but she can’t deny that she’s a little amused. “Stop it!”
Sana pouts, giving Dahyun her best puppy-dog eyes.
“Ugh, fine. It’s early, anyway.”
Sana checks her phone quickly. “Really early.” Her mischievous smile just gets worse and worse. “We still have an hour before we really have to go back...”
“Sana,” Dahyun growls.
Sana just smiles at her. “Don’t worry, Dubu… I’ll hide my marks well.”
And Dahyun hates how Sana says it, because she’s too attracted to her to say no.
~
The Twice girl can’t help but tease them by the time they do come back. Dahyun’s a blushing mess, hating how Sana’s won this time, but she can’t deny that she didn’t enjoy it a little too much. She keeps remembering what Sana said to her—I love you—and it fills her heart with too many emotions at once.
Dahyun’s not sure what to do. It’s clear that Sana remembers, but it’s also clear that Sana doesn’t want to talk about it. Still, things will get messy if they keep avoiding it.
Yet they can’t talk. Not in the dorms at least, where all their members will try to listen to their conversation. And if not the dorms, they of course can’t when they’re working. It’s already risky enough when Sana whisks her away for a few minutes.
So, even though Dahyun knows they shouldn’t be going back to Sana’s apartment so soon, it’s her only option to confront her.
~
Sana’s never been more attracted to Dahyun than she is right now.
The younger girl was wearing little more than a collar, the black leather tight against the pale skin of her neck. She looked up to Sana with so much lust in her eyes that just that was enough to fan the flames. The single item just makes the bareness of Dahyun's skin all the more lovely.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” Sana growls under her breath, looping a finger under Dahyun’s collar and pulling their faces closer.
Dahyun just kisses her, closing her eyes as she puts every ounce of energy into this kiss. She’s desperate—wanting and needing—trying to push Sana into just getting on with it already.
“I love you,” Sana whispers into Dahyun’s lips, the curve of her smile softly caressing her.
Dahyun feels like she must be dreaming this up, that there’s no way Sana just flat-out admitted that while they’re in such a compromising position.
“Is that okay?” Sana hesitates to ask. Her grip on Dahyun’s collar falls, and suddenly she’s soft and gentle with her, that sinful look in her eyes fading just a bit.
“It is,” Dahyun tells her, eyes wide as she stares up at her. She kisses her again, but this time it’s with love rather than with lust. “It is,” she whispers again into her lips, and it’s a promise neither of them will ever break.