MiHyo Oneshots (AO3)

Drown In Love With Me: Chapter 1

drown in love with me by skyclectic

Summary: Jihyo has long memorised the shape and nature of it; she knows the exact collection of memories that make up the constellation of her first love. The thing is, she's always known and over the years, she's relearnt it again and again, what it means to be in love with Myoui Mina.

Notes: Written for TFG's Fic Fest, Onces Never Sleep, in celebration of Twice's Fourth Anniversary! :) <3

The line i've quoted in the fic for the set theme is this moment from Twice TV 2 Episode 8 at around the 05:16-05:18 time stamp.

Mina (to Jihyo): You have to hold my hand

Everything falls apart just a week after Jihyo turns 27. She's in the middle of preparing for her next album; there are late nights that stretch into mornings waking up on the sofa in the recording studio instead of in her bed.

Everything falls apart with a scandalous Dispatch headline and an even more scandalous photograph that causes a public outcry. Her fans have been supportive of course, but there is a tidal wave of outrage from the majority who are still rooted in conservative mindsets.

It doesn't even matter that it's an old photograph from eight months ago, doesn't even matter that it's actually a moment that bookends a casual date. What matters more to the thousands of people who read Dispatch, is the woman pressing a kiss to the corner of Jihyo's mouth.

Jihyo knows it's her fault. She should have been more careful, more watchful of sneaky camera lenses. But god, Jihyo is so, so tired of living life within certain lines and set boundaries. It's exhausting and what kind of life is that even, where she's wary and having to watch her back all the time?

It's ridiculous because it's nobody's business whom she chooses to kiss. The scandal doesn't die down however, and two weeks later, Jihyo is still receiving daily hate comments in her Instagram DMs. She doesn't read any of them of course, but she feels the sting all the same.

What's even more ironic is that Jihyo can't even remember what that girl's name is or what she looks like; they never met again beyond that first date, never explored possibilities outside of that goodbye kiss that has now become the bane of Jihyo's existence.

Her phone rings just as Jihyo takes the first sip of her coffee, black without any sugar and somehow reflective of her current mood.

"You doing okay?" The gentleness in Sana's voice carries over the oceans between them. She's in some part of Eastern Europe, on a photoshoot for a high-end Japanese fashion magazine. Budapest, maybe, Jihyo thinks. It's harder now to keep track of where everyone is when they're all scattered in different cities, chasing their own dreams after spending seven years together as Twice.

Jihyo sighs and drinks more of her coffee. It burns all the way down her throat. "I wish I could say yes, but it's still a shitstorm."

Sana is quiet for a moment, letting Jihyo's words sink in. Then she makes a little noise, a familiar note of reassuring comfort Jihyo has been on the receiving end of countless times in the past. It settles Jihyo a lot more than the coffee.

"Shitstorms pass too. It'll be sunny before you know it."

"Isn't it 4am or something in Budapest right now?"

"Prague," Sana corrects, and Jihyo hears the sound of a door open and shut. "I have an early call time. We're trying to catch the sunrise."

Jihyo hums in understanding, and they lapse into a comfortable kind of silence. Jihyo should probably ask if Sana's calling for a particular reason or just to check up on her but she doesn't. Her heart feels strangely at ease, having Sana's company even if they're on opposite sides of the earth.