Characters/Ship: TWICE Jeongyeon/Sana Tags: alcohol, unrepressed masked want, sorry for off-screening your prompt op!, what sana says would have been explicit so i declined to choose exact words Permission to Remix: Yes -
“Can you take her soju away?” Jeongyeon asks Nayeon from across the table, laughing. It comes out as a joke, but she really kind of means it.
“Don’t, Nayeon unnie, please don’t,” Sana begs, clinging to her arm, “I love you so much, too.”
Nayeon snorts. “It doesn’t sound like you love me nearly as much as you love Jeongyeon, I am seriously third-wheeling it here.”
“You’re being ridiculous,” Sana whines. Then she hiccups, blinks. Continues, face close to Nayeon’s. “It’s just that Jeongyeon looks really pretty today. Like really pretty. Like I want to—”
Their manager practically jumps in to calls cut on the filming but not before a camera catches Jeongyeon’s wide-eyed, documentary talking head stare.
“You’re fucking crazy,” Nayeon scolds, Sana looking upset. “If this wasn’t a pre-shot video—”
“I’m 27,” Sana argues, “Or 26, or whatever I am now in South Korea. I can’t keep track!”
“That’s not an excuse to talk about,” she lowers her voice, “wanting to, I can’t even say it,” she finishes, the manager and assistant PD having come up to tell Sana to keep it in check.
“It was fanservice,” Sana says haughtily. “It’s fun to say. I wouldn’t—”
She stops. Nayeon glances quickly at Jeongyeon before realizing that was even more incriminating.
“Drunk content was a mistake,” she says, finally sighing and going to get a bottle of water. “We’re not listening to anything but Alcohol-Free on the way back!”
Sana sticks her head out to yell back between the two staff members, stunned: “That’s an actual punishment!”
Jeongyeon follows Nayeon to the snack table. “What did she whisper to you,” she asks, “I want to know.”
Nayeon looks at her like she’s crazy. “You...” She chugs half a water bottle and pulls her hair back. “You want her.”
“That’s not what I asked.”
“You really are third-wheeling me,” Nayeon complains. “I can’t even lie to you and tell you I think she was playing games, but I can’t tell you what I really think because you’re going to leave me here and end up in her room.”
Jeongyeon rolls her eyes. “You are so dramatic,” she tells Nayeon. “Sometimes it’s just girl of the month with Sana.”
Nayeon throws up her hands. “I am not getting involved in this.”
Sana apologizes to Jeongyeon in the van while Nayeon is asleep. (She’s so bad at keeping her promises.)
“You don’t have to,” Jeongyeon tells her. Nayeon is alone in the backseat and she can’t even pretend to look busy on her phone.
“You don’t have to look at me,” Sana says like a mind reader.
“You were drunk,” Jeongyeon says, like the end of that conversation.
“I wasn’t that drunk. Maybe a little,” she admits. “But really, not that drunk.”
“Well,” Jeongyeon starts, “I think I know you well enough not to be hurt by the things that you say.” It sounded awful as soon as she said it.
The van rumbles on for a few blocks before Sana speaks again with some hesitation. “Some feelings are easier to hide in plain sight.”
The last thing Jeongyeon wants is to do exactly what Nayeon expected of her. But maybe there’s a sort of comfort to that predictability.
“Did you mean what you said to her?” Jeongyeon asks, glancing behind them.
[FILL] aged like fine wine
Tags: alcohol, unrepressed masked want, sorry for off-screening your prompt op!, what sana says would have been explicit so i declined to choose exact words
Permission to Remix: Yes
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“Can you take her soju away?” Jeongyeon asks Nayeon from across the table, laughing. It comes out as a joke, but she really kind of means it.
“Don’t, Nayeon unnie, please don’t,” Sana begs, clinging to her arm, “I love you so much, too.”
Nayeon snorts. “It doesn’t sound like you love me nearly as much as you love Jeongyeon, I am seriously third-wheeling it here.”
“You’re being ridiculous,” Sana whines. Then she hiccups, blinks. Continues, face close to Nayeon’s. “It’s just that Jeongyeon looks really pretty today. Like really pretty. Like I want to—”
Their manager practically jumps in to calls cut on the filming but not before a camera catches Jeongyeon’s wide-eyed, documentary talking head stare.
“You’re fucking crazy,” Nayeon scolds, Sana looking upset. “If this wasn’t a pre-shot video—”
“I’m 27,” Sana argues, “Or 26, or whatever I am now in South Korea. I can’t keep track!”
“That’s not an excuse to talk about,” she lowers her voice, “wanting to, I can’t even say it,” she finishes, the manager and assistant PD having come up to tell Sana to keep it in check.
“It was fanservice,” Sana says haughtily. “It’s fun to say. I wouldn’t—”
She stops. Nayeon glances quickly at Jeongyeon before realizing that was even more incriminating.
“Drunk content was a mistake,” she says, finally sighing and going to get a bottle of water. “We’re not listening to anything but Alcohol-Free on the way back!”
Sana sticks her head out to yell back between the two staff members, stunned: “That’s an actual punishment!”
Jeongyeon follows Nayeon to the snack table. “What did she whisper to you,” she asks, “I want to know.”
Nayeon looks at her like she’s crazy. “You...” She chugs half a water bottle and pulls her hair back. “You want her.”
“That’s not what I asked.”
“You really are third-wheeling me,” Nayeon complains. “I can’t even lie to you and tell you I think she was playing games, but I can’t tell you what I really think because you’re going to leave me here and end up in her room.”
Jeongyeon rolls her eyes. “You are so dramatic,” she tells Nayeon. “Sometimes it’s just girl of the month with Sana.”
Nayeon throws up her hands. “I am not getting involved in this.”
Sana apologizes to Jeongyeon in the van while Nayeon is asleep. (She’s so bad at keeping her promises.)
“You don’t have to,” Jeongyeon tells her. Nayeon is alone in the backseat and she can’t even pretend to look busy on her phone.
“You don’t have to look at me,” Sana says like a mind reader.
“You were drunk,” Jeongyeon says, like the end of that conversation.
“I wasn’t that drunk. Maybe a little,” she admits. “But really, not that drunk.”
“Well,” Jeongyeon starts, “I think I know you well enough not to be hurt by the things that you say.” It sounded awful as soon as she said it.
The van rumbles on for a few blocks before Sana speaks again with some hesitation. “Some feelings are easier to hide in plain sight.”
The last thing Jeongyeon wants is to do exactly what Nayeon expected of her. But maybe there’s a sort of comfort to that predictability.
“Did you mean what you said to her?” Jeongyeon asks, glancing behind them.
Sana’s face lights up. “Do you want to find out?”