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A notification sound pierces the deafening silence, the phone’s screen lighting up the room. She picks it up and reads the notifications displayed on the lock screen.
My partner ❤
are u up? 00:35
3 missed calls by My partner
She locks the screen and leaves the phone on the night stand, turning over and holding the covers tightly on her sternum.
She loses track of time tossing and turning around trying to fight the disturbing thoughts vainly until a sudden knock on the door startles her.
She reads the message with an angry huff. It’s been hours since she text Jihyo, and now she finally gets a reply, one that doesn’t even answer her previous message.
It’s maybe immature, but her patience has been running low lately. Sana didn’t think she’s jealous as a persons, not until Jihyo started hanging out frequently with Sejeong and Yerin, always returning back intoxicated and borderline drunk, half of the times visiting Sana’s apartment and bedroom.
She tosses the phone on the night stand, her anger taking the shape of sadness. It’s a difficult situation they’ve found themselves, she can’t even name it friends with benefits. But if it was friends with benefits Jihyo wouldn’t act like what happens when she visits Sana when intoxicated doesn’t happen at all.
A careful and gentle knock on the door disrupts her thought. When she opens the door an uneasy Momo is waiting.
“Um, sorry, I hope I didn’t wake you up, but Jihyo is on the living room searching you. She’s really drunk.” Well, it seems Momo has been the one woken up judging by her half lidded eyes, awkwardly looking at Sana but not undressing her thoughts. Sana is thankful her best friend tries to stay out of it for now, her bottled up anger and feelings a handful at the moment.
“Go back to sleep Momoring.” She gives what she hopes can be considered as an apologetic squeeze on Momo’s upper arm for being woken up by Sana’s personal deals, and then gently pushes her towards her room, avoiding her eyes and leaving no room for questions.
The distance to the living room is some meters at the end of the hallway, taking a deep breathe before covering said distance to find a Jihyo sitting on one of the couches with Boo’s hedgehog plushie in her hands, messing with the soft spikes and looking at it like it carries the answers to every possible problem in the world.
She’s cute, Sana thinks, looking younger when having all her guards down, forgetting her obligations as an idol and a leader.
It takes some moments, but when finally senses her presence she looks up, scanning her up and down slowly, and then finally locking eyes. She has an unreadable expression and Sana can tell she wants to say something by the sublte movements of her jaw. Nothing comes out though, as Jihyo stands up and starts walking, passing Sana and going straight to her room