Twice oneshots

sanayeon

important a/n at the end

Sana looked at herself in the mirror and choked back her tears. She was dressed to perfection for her soon-to-be husband, the man her parents were ecstatic for her to marry. She couldn't stand the feeling of pearls around her neck, the weight of the wedding held in the beads. She reached up to feel them before she wrapped her perfectly manicured fingers around the cold surface and ripped them off. She breathed a sigh of relief. Maybe she could find a way out of it. In a last-ditch effort for normalcy, she wiped off her makeup and looked at herself again. She finally could breathe.

Just a second later, the door to her dressing room swung open.

"Nayeon? What are you doing here?" she asked, surprise laced in her relief.

"You know just as well as I do that you don't want to be here, Sana," Nayeon stated. She walked closer and sat in front of her. She grabbed one of the brushes from the vanity and dabbed it in some lip tint. "Come here, pretty girl. I'm gonna touch up your makeup really quick," she said with a casual tone like nothing was out of the ordinary.

"Why?" Sana didn't want to get married, she was worried Nayeon was going to push her to do so. "If you're making me go out there and get married to that man, I'm not doing it."

Nayeon smiled at the conviction in her voice. "You know I wouldn't make you do that, I just want you to look your best when we run away together," she said with a brilliant smile. Sana leaned in to let her touch up her lips. "I brought my car today, we're gonna sneak out the back and lay low in my apartment until we can really make it clear we aren't coming back. Sound good?" Sana didn't hesitate to say yes.

"Thank you." It was a statement that held so much emotion. Sana could feel herself choking up at the thought of being free.

"Don't cry, pretty girl. We have a convertible to ride away stylishly in," Nayeon said as she finished fixing Sana's makeup. She stood up and grabbed her hand. "Let's go."

They snuck out the back door, not even giving notice to the yells of the groom or Sana's parents. With the top down and a few bags of Sana's things in the back, they sped off toward a new dawn. One where Sana didn't have to pretend she was in love with a man. One where she could let go, one where she could love who she wanted to.

Nayeon reached over to put her hand on Sana's.

"We're going home."

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would anyone be interested in a longer form of this? like a more detailed, fleshed-out version?