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November 1998
New York City
“Okay be ready in five to head to the stage access area. You’ll get a three second count then the lift will take you up to the stage.”
Jihyo barely nods before the stage director is walking out of her dressing room, hands gripping his clipboard and eyes frantically searching for the next person out of place.
It felt difficult to concentrate on lifts and counts with the leather gripping to her skin.
“You aren’t nervous right? You’ve performed this song a shit ton,” Jeongyeon asks, mistaking the look of discomfort on Jihyo’s face for nerves. Seven years as Jihyo’s manager and about fifteen as her best friend, taught her to read Jihyo pretty well. Most times.
“Oh no, no, it’s just the pants are a little much no?”
“Your ass looks great in them and you’re looking like a badass surrounded by about a hundred stunning, drop-dead gorgeous, insane Victoria’s Secret supermodels, so I fear it’s worth it” Jeongyeon quickly responds.
“I’m telling Nayeon you said that.”
“Go ahead, I already sent her the pictures I took with Adriana Lima.”
Jihyo could only laugh, picking up her gaze and taking a look across her dressing room. She really was here, the annual Victoria’s Secret fashion show. When Jeongyeon told her about the brand’s interest in having her perform she almost hit her, telling her not to joke about that. The call from the show’s coordinator the next day almost sat her right down on her ass, in the middle of the studio.
It wasn’t that Jihyo didn’t think she belonged. She was sure of her talent, sure of herself. It was more the reality of seeing things come together and click into place, after years of hard work that always seemed to take her breath away. She always just assumed some stages were a little too out of reach.
This spiral of nostalgia is abruptly cut off by Jeongyeon grabbing her arm and directing her to the door. Once outside, the absolute chaos of backstage slams into Jihyo. Stylists are running around, make-up artists are adding extra touches and models in six inch heels are trying to balance the weight of the fifty pound angel wings attached to their lingerie.
Jihyo is the third performer, right before closing. She knows the energy of the show is already in full gear and it is part of her duty to keep that up.
So maybe nerves weren’t completely out of question... Now that she really thinks about it, the leather was still a bit too tight and even in her heels she’ll still be about a foot shorter than most of the models and-
“Arigato gozaimuch? Hahaha, what the hell Momo? Where did that come from?”
Jihyo’s neck snapped to her left. She was by no means fluent, but hearing Japanese at such an American event got her attention real quick.
“Sanaaaaa…Stop ittt, you know they made me say those lines for the video. I would’ve said it properly but- huh Sana, what are you looking at?”
If the foreign accent hadn’t initially grabbed her attention, the pair of brown eyes staring straight into her soul surely would have. Time seemed to slow for a second as Jihyo was still being pulled towards the stage. Both the models were now observing her. One had shoulder length auburn hair with bangs and the other… Well, the other model might just be the most attractive human being she has ever seen. The model’s long brown hair, curled at the end framed her hamster-like cheeks and full lips. Jihyo couldn’t stop staring, reminding herself to pick her jaw up off the floor.
The pair held eye contact up until the stage access door came into view and the singer had to reluctantly look away.
“Momo, who is that?” Sana asks, her voice rising dramatically at the end.
“That’s Park Jihyo. She’s a pop-rock artist, I’m pretty sure. I heard some of the girls talking before and apparently her music is really good. I’m just surprised the show hired her.”
“Why? Is she a newer artist?” Sana asks, already itching to find out more.
“I mean well her music has been everywhere the last two years at least… but well no. It’s cause she’s… uh… gay” Momo answered, her face a bit flush.
Sana hesitates. Her heartbeat begins pounding a bit quicker. Her throat gets a bit drier. She looks over her shoulder quickly.
“Oh, okay well that’s good for inclusivity you know,” Sana adds with an air of attempted neutrality.
“Yeah for sure! Anyway, let’s go find Mina,” Momo suggests, unaware of the tense shoulders by her side.
* * *
I could stay awake just to hear you breathing
Watch you smile while you are sleeping
While you're far away and dreaming
I could spend my life in this sweet surrender
I could stay lost in this moment forever
Where a moment spent with you is a moment I treasure
Jihyo feels on fire. Absolutely on fire. Performing was something she connected with on the deepest level. The beat of the song ran through her body, firing up every nerve and waking up every muscle.
When Victoria’s Secret reached out and asked Jihyo to perform at this year’s fashion show, they had one caveat. She needed to sing “I don’t want to miss a thing.” The theme of the segment was Winter Wonderland and the stage director spent two hours and twenty-one minutes clearly outlining his vision of falling snow as the models adorned in snowflake themed bras graced the stage. He was adamant on having a raspy, powerful ballad to compliment the scene. Jihyo was prepared to agree after the first five seconds of the call but entertained the entirety of the speech anyway.
Don't wanna close my eyes
I don't want to fall asleep
'Cause I'd miss you baby
And I don't wanna miss a thing
'Cause even when I dream of you (even when I dream)
The sweetest dream would never do
I'd still miss you baby
And I don't wanna miss a thing
The thing is, Jihyo was used to seeing beautiful women. Her career allowed her to shake hands and interact with artists from all over the world and with the internet becoming more and more popular, she could keep up with the latest actresses.
Singing within feet of supermodels was another story.
As the latest verse rang clear into her mic, Jihyo couldn’t help but agree that the stage director’s two hour and twenty-one minute impassioned vision lived up to the hype. The models strutting across the stage were dressed in a variety of white, blues and silver lingerie, all with diamonds embroidered in different patterns across their bras mimicking snow flakes. Some models, the veterans or stars of the show, Jihyo would later learn, also carried massive angel wings across their backs.
The stage itself hosts giant icicles and snow balls while massive screens project a snowy evening. In her all black leather outfit, Jihyo feels for a moment like a major contradiction. She stands out, on purpose, to highlight her place on the stage as the artist, that much she knows. It just feels strange to be at the center of the stage, yet still feel out of place.
Lying close to you, feeling your heart beating
And I'm wondering what you're dreaming
Wondering if it's me you're seeing
Then I kiss your eyes
And thank God we're together
And I just wanna stay with you in this moment forever
Forever and ever
The model with the bangs walks by her, flashing a smile to the audience before returning once more to the elegant, romantic character the segment was supposed to evoke. Her natural charm and beauty seems made for this moment. As she reaches the end of the stage and flashes a pose, Jihyo’s voice remains steady.
The song was out of Jihyo’s comfort zone. Originally, it was meant as a private wedding gift for Jeongyeon and Nayeon. A little token of appreciation for her favourite people. Growing up alongside the pair, it was painfully obvious that love was an understatement when it came to their connection. Sure, they bickered like no other and sure Jihyo had to listen to hours of complaints from both girls, but it was raw in the way they needed each other to survive. Almost as if breathing was only possible if the other was near.
After two years of her manager’s begging, Jihyo finally agreed to release the song into the wild. Used to her heavy instrumentals and energetic beats, her fans’ reception to the single was startling. Overnight it seemed as if her supporters doubled. The pop-rock enthusiasts stuck around but those preferring a different tone also came into the picture.
Jihyo was initially worried that the performance part of releasing the song would be its downfall. The thought of singing about someone else’s love for months on end could feel and seem unauthentic. It wasn’t until 3 weeks into her last tour, when she found a note Nayeon had written for Jeongyeon that said “Yoo Jeongyeon, YOO cute or whatever” that she figured she could at least channel some of their insanity into her performance.
I don't wanna close my eyes
I don't want to fall asleep
The song is reaching its final verses when the hairs on Jihyo’s neck stand up. An energy seems to have entered the room.
'Cause I'd miss you baby
And I don't wanna miss a thing
Jihyo remains professional and focused on her performance. She brings the mic from her right hand to her left hand and takes a step forward, in sync with the timing of the song when an arm lightly grazes her side.
'Cause even when I dream of you (even when I dream)
The sweetest dream will never do
If Jihyo wasn’t a professional singer of 7 years, she likely would have forgotten the lyrics of her own song, lost in the eyes of this woman. Or goddess more like.
It’s the model from earlier, all dressed up. Her fair skin glows surrounded by the snowy backdrop, while her outfit… I’m no believer but lord help me, Jihyo thinks. The model’s long legs are heightened by heels glistening with diamonds, while sheer white stockings stop just above her thighs. Her underwear, a pair of baby blue lace, felt illegal to look at. Jihyo continues her gaze upwards, passing the model’s smooth, taut stomach to her bra. It is art, in its most delicate form. A mix of diamonds and sapphires, overlapping to create a kaleidoscope of movement across a full chest. A chest Jihyo feels her mouth going dry staring at. Jihyo knows her eyes are betraying her. Her stare has lasted way too long, but she can’t look away.
I'd still miss you baby
And I don't wanna miss a thing
When Jihyo meets the model’s eyes, she could swear she looks hungry. There is an intensity to her gaze that sends a literal shiver down the singer’s back.
I don't wanna miss one smile
And I don't wanna miss one kiss
As the model continues forward, Jihyo provides as much attention to her backside as she had provided to the front. As a sign of respect, of course. Her hips move to the rhythm of Jihyo’s ballad while the elegant, white as snow angel wings that hang off the model’s back sway slightly. Victoria’s Secret’s segment closer approaches the end of the stage and blows a kiss out into the audience. As she pivots to return down the stage, her posture seems to falter for a second, subtly, recognizing the singer that was standing twenty feet ahead of her.
And I just wanna be with you
Right here with you, just like this
The breathing pattern Jihyo so carefully considers while singing, in order to properly execute a song, stops short. The most beautiful woman she has ever seen is walking right towards her. With the heavy stage lights hitting her back, the silhouette of the model approaching Jihyo creates a dark glow. Like when the sun and the moon align just right to form an eclipse.
Breathe, you idiot, breathe and get through this song, Jihyo reminds herself.
As the space eliminates itself between them, the model slowly raises and lowers her arm, then seems to decide something, raises her arm again and blows a kiss right to Jihyo. The audience seems to love it by the roar they let out and a slight sigh escapes the angel’s lips. Those same lips fight hard to remain in character, yet curl up at the ends, revealing a small smile. Jihyo imitates the same look, allowing the model to pass by her and returns to the ending lines of the song.
And I just wanna hold you close
I feel your heart so close to mine
And just stay here in this moment
For all the rest of time
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
* * *
The final minutes of the fashion show sees a sea of bodies all brought up to the stage, performers and models of every segment lined up altogether. Unsurprisingly, the biggest applause of the night arrives when Jungkook, the opening act and the nation’s heartthrob, comes up to accept a bouquet of flowers from a nearby model. He was dressed in a fire red suit, embracing the attention and throwing his signature smirk at the audience.
As one of the brand’s rising stars, Sana is directed towards the middle of the group, just behind the performers of the evening and in direct view of the cameras pointed their way. She feels a rush at the proximity to the artists. Or to one in particular. At this angle, Sana can see the way Jihyo’s back muscles flex beneath her leather jacket as she shakes hands and exchanges hugs with the performers and models around her.
Sana turns to her left as a big bouquet of roses, held by a fellow model, brushes her arm.
“Heidi, who are you giving those to?” Sana asks politely.
“I was told to Jihyo, the one from your part of the show. One sec let me just-” the model answers as she pivots to present Jihyo, who was just feet in front of them, the bouquet.
Sana sticks her arm out before her brain can catch up. “Wait-why don’t I? I mean it makes sense, right? Like I walked during her performance,” Sana adds, with the sweetest voice she can muster and throws in a giggle for good measure.
“Oh, I mean yeah sure no problem-” Sana grabs the bouquet before Heidi can finish her sentence and slowly steps to her left and forward, effectively cutting off her fellow model and standing just beside Jihyo.
“Congratulations on your performance. These are for you,” Sana wills her voice to sound calm and composed, speaking directly into Jihyo’s ear.
Jihyo does her best to hide her initial shock. “It’s you again,” she says with a smile, brushing Sana’s fingers accidentally while grabbing the bouquet. “Thank you! When did you have the time to go and pick these?”
“Oh, well, I didn’t. Like it was a gift from the brand, but I-” Sana stumbles, trying not to think of herself as the biggest loser alive.
“I’m kidding, I’m Park Jihyo by the way.”
“So I’ve been told. I’m Minatozaki Sana.”
“Sana,” Jihyo imitates, practicing the way the name sounds in her mouth. “It’s nice to meet you. You deserve these just as much as I do for your walk. You killed it” she adds, gesturing to the flowers.
“Okay!! Everyone look here, ready for final pictures and closing segment in 3, 2, 1…” an overhead voice rings out.
Jihyo and Sana turn their attention to the front of the stage, smiles bright and clear for the fifty or so cameras pointing their way. Maybe it was the blinding camera lights flashing or the fact that she hasn’t eaten much that day, but it can only be characterized as the behaviour of a crazy person, the way Jihyo slowly moves her left arm that has been hanging by her side, limp, towards Sana. It brushes past Sana’s waist, wrapping around her and gently moves higher, her hand open and grazing Sana’s soft skin before stopping on her ribs, just below her bra.
She can feel the goosebumps on Sana’s skin break out in real time. She can also feel the slight stutter of the model but Jihyo doesn’t dare turn her head away from the cameras pointing their way. After the longest five seconds of her life, Jihyo feels an arm snake its way around her waist too, obstructed by the flowers and the bodies all around them, but there nonetheless.
“Alright, that’s a wrap! Thank you everyone!”
The pair turned to each other at the exact same time but before Jihyo can say anything, a hand is already reaching out and pulling her off stage. “Jihyo, we need you for interviews before the after-party please” a producer explains quickly.
“Yeah of course,” Jihyo responds. She turns her body back towards Sana and slips in “I’ll see you later, okay?”
Sana nods but before she can respond, two forces of nature collide with her.
“Sana! That was amazing!!” a raven haired model exclaims, out of breath and flush with excitement.
“Sana, Mina and I were just thinking about what we should wear to the after party? I’m thinking of the Dolce dress from two seasons ago, you know the silver one with ....”
“Uh-huh yeah let’s go figure that out and get me out of these heavy ass wings” Sana interrupts, her mind all over the place and her heart beating rather quickly.
* * *
The first thing Jihyo and Jeongyeon notice as they enter the after party is the colour pink. The party, hosted at one of the most popular restaurants and clubs in New York City was absolutely decked out in the colour. Large Victoria’s Secret logos are plastered from the entrance, to the walls surrounding the venue.
“Oh my god, it’s a girl, congratulations!” Jeongyeon mocks, trying to hold back a full laugh.
“Yeah, thank you…” Jihyo answers distractedly, her eyes already scanning the crowd.
The lack of a reaction causes Jeongyeon to turn to her bestfriend. “Are you good? You seem out of it.”
“Remember the model we like ran into backstage and the one who handed me the flowers on stage?” Jihyo asks, cutting right to the chase.
“Um vaguely… out of respect to my wife I wasn’t trying to linger too long staring you know,” Jeongyeon states, half joking with her chest puffed out.
“Oh when the hell did you get so righteous? Anyways, she was um nice, yeah she was nice so I want to say hi,” Jihyo stutters.
The duo stop briefly to hand in their coats at coat check before walking further into the party. The table reserved for artists is towards the center of the restaurant. Jihyo, changed into a black satin blouse tucked into a black miniskirt, finds her seat and hesitantly sits down.
“Um, okay well we can keep an eye out then. Jihyo, I hate to ask but this is purely friendly right? You know all these girls are straighter than a bunch of nuns right?” Jeongyeon supplies warily.
“I mean first off we don’t know what goes on after mass, but yeah I don’t know… she just made me feel something and I need to know what that means,” Jihyo half-ass attempts a joke before honesty takes over.
“She made you feel horny, dumbass. I can get one of your contacts for when we go on tour if that’s what you need,” Jeongyeon says, poking Jihyo in the ribs lightly.
“No, no I swear it wasn’t that. I mean yes she’s insane to look at but I mean it felt like something shifted. Like I was singing so I know I was physically present but I felt transported somewhere else when we locked eyes” Jihyo pleads, albeit a bit nervous at that confession.
“Alright lover girl, let’s order before your blood sugar gets even lower and you start hallucinating something else.”
Meanwhile, Sana, Mina and Momo, freshly off posing for pictures on the pink carpet at the entrance of the after-party, continue their conversation as they make their way inside.
“Guys, you don’t get it, she was just really kind and cool,” Sana explains in response to her friends’ questioning gazes.
“So you’ve explained for the last hour… go say hi then when we walk in,” Mina directs, a little confused at her best friend’s sudden fascination with the rockstar.. “Well look at that she’s sitting right there with her manager, go get an autograph.”
Sana’s gaze shifts to Jihyo’s table. Before Jihyo can look up, she pivots to her friends, fixing her hair and adding another layer of lipgloss. Dressed in a red and black lace minidress with her hair in soft curls and the stage makeup still in full effect, Sana knows she looks good. She also knows she wants Jihyo to acknowledge it in some shape or form. She just isn't sure if that is allowed.
Turning her attention back to the singer in question, Sana’s shoulders drop. Jihyo is now surrounded by the head of Victoria’s Secret marketing and three other staff members, chatting away amicably.
A bit dejected, Sana leads Mina and Momo to the right side of the venue instead, where tables for the models are all set up. She’d just catch Jihyo at a later time. No problem at all.
* * *
Later has come and gone and there seems to be an ever flowing line of people wanting the singer’s attention. From executive directors to stage managers to… other models, it seems as if Jihyo is a hot commodity tonight. Or maybe Sana is just out of luck.
Dinner has fully finished and a lull now exists between the first half of the night and the second. An eagerness is in the air. Everyone knows that as plates are cleared and speeches wrap up, the actual party can get started. Sana excuses herself to freshen up in the bathroom with this very thought in mind.
Her kitten heels click softly as the weight of the entire day starts to rear its head. Sana walked the show very well and it was a huge step in her career as a model, yet a strange heaviness seems to settle in her bones.
Lost in her thoughts, she doesn’t hear another pair of heels follow her lead down the corridor towards the restrooms. As Sana reaches for the handle on the door, a hand, warm and strong, places itself gently on top of hers.
“Here, let me get that for you,” Jihyo says softly, cognisant of the fact that following someone to the bathroom after having stared at them for the better part of an hour, might be a tad concerning.
“Oh, okay, thanks,” Sana responds, her eyes a bit brighter.
The pair step into the large bathroom, the type that could pass for a hotel lobby with its granite counters and tiled floors. Sana sets herself in front of a mirror at the far end of the bathroom, conscious of Jihyo following in step beside her. Gathering the confidence of a young, hot model she turns to Jihyo slightly and asks, “So how does the glitz and glamour of the VS Fashion show compare to your rock star life?”
“Wow, haha, well can I be completely honest?” Jihyo asks, leaning backwards against the sink counter, her eyes fixated on Sana.
“Of course,” Sana responds, not missing a beat.
“I guess none of it feels very real. You know like I’ve shaken hands with god knows how many people already tonight but I don’t think for a second they’ll remember any part of our conversation tomorrow. It just seems a bit fake I guess - wait that sounded too harsh, I don’t mean everyone was fake, i meant-”
“And does playing your music feel real?” Sana interrupts.
Jihyo pauses, looking at Sana. She lets a beat pass. “It does. I’ve worked a long time to be honest with my work, well with every part of myself. So, when I perform in front of my fans I don’t really have to worry that they’ll judge me. They already know me. I’m an open book.”
“Are you? I don’t know you,” Sana states bashfully.
The honesty and the bluntness of the statement catches Jihyo off guard. Her lips curl upwards, slowly, matching the smile making its way onto Sana’s face as well. An idea takes shape. “Okay, how’s this? I’ll give you three questions, ask me absolutely anything. But, I get to ask you three in return.”
Sana places the lipgloss she just reapplied back into her purse, her eyes now fixed right at the popstar by her side, still casually leaning against the sink behind her. “Okay I’ll start easy then. If a fire was burning in your house right now, aside from people or animals and stuff, what three things are you saving?” Mina had asked her this question years ago and it has still stumped Sana to this day.
“If that’s your easy question, I’m already intrigued by the other two,” Jihyo retorts with a laugh. “But shit damn, okay well I have this old framed picture of me and my two best friends Jeongyeon and Nayeon from when we were 12 and I’ve just brought it with me from city to city and home to home so it’s pretty special. Then I’d say my first ever guitar my parents bought me and… my cactus.”
“You have a cactus?” Sana asks, a bit in shock but mostly just curious.
“Yeah, he’s kind of shaped like a penis so he gets made fun of quite a bit but he’s been there through it all,” Jihyo states with a smile. “Okay, now it's my turn, miss. What is one thing you wish people asked you about more often?”
“My political opinions,” Sana responds without hesitation. “I mostly get asked about fashion and trends because of my career, which you know I enjoy too of course, but I actually studied political science in college before the whole modelling thing finally worked out.”
Jihyo tries her best to mask her surprise, instead giving Sana a quiet nod in return. She’s itching to just bombard Sana with questions right then and there but holds back. This girl just keeps surprising her.
Sana’s head tilts upwards, deep in thought. Her eyes that are squinted as she ponders for a question, soften. “How do you know what to write about when you make your music? I’ve always wondered about that, like how people get inspired by things.”
Jihyo smiles, a big one, her teeth exposed and all. “I don’t think there’s been one song I’ve written that wasn’t inspired in some way by a part of my life. I’ve written about my own heartbreaks and pain for sure, but I don’t even mean that something had to have happened to me. It could be a love I witnessed, two people having a conversation over dinner where they had their hands held on the table the entire meal. Or literally something I saw on TV.”
“They didn’t need to use a knife to cut something their entire meal?”
“Well, I never said they ate very quickly. Actually I think I paid for my bill at the same time they finished their appetizers…and we were sat at our tables at the same time.” Jihyo adds with a chuckle.
“Well, I’ll definitely have to give that song a listen.”
“Don’t laugh, it’s called slow hands.”
Jihyo can barely step aside before a hand is whacking her shoulder. Sana is bent over, her other hand clutching her stomach, in a fit of uncontrollable laughter.
“Park Jihyo, shut the fuck up. You can’t be real.”
“I promise when you listen to it, it’ll make sense,” Jihyo whines, the smile on her face exposing her true emotions.
Once Sana has recovered enough from her laughter, Jihyo powers on. “If you had a day off, absolutely nothing on your schedule, what’s your ideal way to spend it?”
Sana throws Jihyo a smirk. “You trying to stalk me Jihyo?”
Jihyo’s reflexes are just as sharp, “I’m trying to know you Sana,” she replies, stepping a touch closer to Sana.
Sana’s eyes widen, yet her body language remains open. “Well, in that case I should probably be honest. None of that 6am gym crap and raw eggs for breakfast. I’ll probably sleep until noon, head over to Midtown and grab a bagel, do some sort of activity like a museum or reading in the park. Then I’d get all comfy and have a spa night at home, with the girls, and order some takeout. Wow, yeah, that actually sounds like heaven.”
“What movie would you girls watch during spa night?” Jihyo asks curiously.
“Nuh-uh rockstar, that was an extra unsolicited question. Not part of the rules of the game. Wait your turn,” Sana interjects with her arms crossed. She uses the height difference to her advantage here tower subtly over Jihyo. The act lasts all of two seconds though before Sana returns to her bashful state asking, “Okay, tell me Jihyo, what’s a belief you’ve completely changed your mind about in the last few years?”
Jihyo lets the question hang.
She hesitates. The conversation, one she expected to be light and airy is surprisingly deep and seems to carry a familiarity for two people who met today. It’s unsettling. It feels like the first day of school again. That anxiety that comes with letting go of the summer and starting fresh..
Jihyo takes another small step closer to Sana. “Hmm, well I’ve never actually admitted this out loud but protests and things like that, I guess.” Seeing Sana’s head tilt and eyebrows scrunch, she adds, “I used to think things would solve themselves and I should just stick to what I was good at, which is music and let the professionals do their jobs. It’s only been recently where I got sick of feeling powerless and wanted to do something about it so I joined a couple protests… things like for women’s rights and uh gay rights,” Jihyo stutters at the end, immediately meeting Sana’s eyes, looking for a reaction.
Sana keeps her emotions veiled. Only the short intake of breath she takes is any indication of what Jihyo’s answer makes her feel, “I think that’s pretty cool Jihyo.”
Jihyo blushes and turns her head to the side, “Thanks… okay your turn-”
“Sana there you are!” Mina and Momo say in unison after barging into the bathroom. “Girl, the DJ started up and the club is calling us- Oh sorry, hello. I’m Momo and that’s Mina,” the model exclaims when she realizes the woman Sana is speaking to is Jihyo.
“It’s nice to meet you ladies, I’m Park Jihyo” she responds politely. “Miss Sana, thank you for this really nice conversation but I heard a club was calling your name and I really wouldn’t want to interfere with that,” Jihyo jokes with a wink.
Sana can’t stop a laugh from escaping at that, “You better join us though, trust me this is the best part of the whole day!”
“Okay, okay, I’m just going to use the restroom real quick and I’ll meet you there I promise.”
Sana eyes Jihyo seriously then sticks out her pinky. Laughing, Jihyo interlocks it with her own and throws the group a small wave before stepping into a bathroom stall.
She can’t help the smile that creeps its way onto her face and stays there even by the time she is washing her hands, touching up her makeup and walking towards the exit. She keeps replaying Sana’s answers in her mind and the intensity in which she asked Jihyo her own questions.
Excited to continue her conversation and her time with Sana, Jihyo’s steps falter and she comes to an abrupt halt right as she approaches the main club area.
There, right by the entrance, stands Sana. With Jungkook’s arm wrapped tightly around her waist and his mouth whispering in her ear.