TWICE ONESHOTS - GxG

you and Sana have an argument

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It started with something small, as most arguments do. A small misunderstanding, a word or two said in haste, but the underlying tension had been simmering for weeks now-unspoken feelings, insecurities, doubts. The kind of tension that builds quietly, unnoticed, until it bursts all at once.

The apartment feels colder than usual despite the warmth of the evening sun streaming through the windows. You're sitting at the kitchen table, absently scrolling through your phone, while Sana moves around the kitchen, her movements sharper than usual. You've been together for months, and things have been great-mostly. But lately, you've both felt the strain. Sana's busy schedule with TWICE, your own work commitments, and the growing distance between you two have started to take a toll.

"Sana, can you please stop banging the pots around?" you ask, trying to keep your voice steady. It's a simple request, but you're already feeling on edge, and the clanging of the kitchen utensils is grating against your nerves.

Sana freezes for a second before turning to look at you. There's something in her eyes-something frustrated, maybe even hurt-but she says nothing. She turns back to the stove, continuing her task, though her movements are quieter now.

You let out a sigh and go back to your phone, but the silence between you both feels oppressive, thick with everything you're not saying. It's been like this for days now, the awkwardness between you growing with every passing moment. You can't shake the feeling that something is off, but you don't know how to address it. You've tried to brush it off, but it's becoming impossible to ignore.

"Are we really going to keep doing this?" you ask, your voice louder now, breaking the tense silence. The words come out harsher than you intended, but you're tired of pretending everything's fine.

Sana stiffens, her hand pausing mid-stir. "Doing what?" she asks, not turning around. Her voice is calm, but there's an edge to it that you recognize too well.

"This," you gesture between the two of you. "Acting like everything is fine when it's not. We barely talk anymore, and when we do, it's like we're walking on eggshells. What's going on, Sana?"

Sana finally turns around, crossing her arms over her chest. There's a storm brewing behind her eyes, the kind that you've been trying to avoid for too long. "I don't know what you want me to say," she says flatly. "Everything's fine. I'm just tired."

You know that's not the whole truth. There's something else-something deeper. And you're tired too, tired of dancing around the issue.

"No, it's not fine," you say, standing up from your chair. "You've been distant, Sana. Ever since the tour started, it's like you've been pulling away from me. I get that you're busy, but-" You stop, trying to rein in the frustration building inside you. "But it feels like I'm losing you."

Sana's eyes narrow, her posture defensive. "You're not losing me," she snaps, her voice rising. "I've just been busy, okay? You knew this would happen. You knew I'd have long hours and schedules I can't control. I don't get why you're making this about you."

Her words sting more than you expected, and for a moment, you're too stunned to respond. You hadn't meant for this to turn into a fight, but the way she's brushing off your feelings-like they don't matter-makes your heart ache. It's not about the schedule. It's about the growing distance between you, the lack of connection that used to be so strong.

"I'm not making this about me," you say, your voice shaking slightly. "I just-" You pause, running a hand through your hair as you try to find the right words. "I feel like you're shutting me out, Sana. You don't talk to me like you used to. You don't tell me how you're feeling, what's going on with you. It's like we're drifting apart, and I don't know how to stop it."

Sana lets out a bitter laugh, shaking her head. "Drifting apart? That's dramatic, don't you think?"

Her tone is dismissive, and it ignites something in you, a frustration you've been holding back for too long. "I don't think it's dramatic to want my girlfriend to actually talk to me," you snap. "I've been trying to be patient, to give you space, but I can't keep pretending that everything's fine when it's not. You're not the same, Sana."

Sana's eyes flash with anger now, and she takes a step toward you, her fists clenched at her sides. "Oh, so now I'm the problem? I'm the one who's changed?"

"I didn't say that!" you retort, your voice louder than you intended. "But something has changed, and you won't even talk to me about it. I'm tired of feeling like I don't know what's going on with you anymore."

Sana's face hardens, and for a moment, you think she's going to lash out. But instead, she takes a deep breath, her shoulders tense as she speaks. "You think I don't know what's going on with you? You think I haven't noticed how distant you've been?"

Her words catch you off guard, and you blink in confusion. "What? Distant? I've been here, Sana. I've been trying to be here for you."

Sana scoffs, her eyes flashing with frustration. "Yeah, physically, maybe. But emotionally? You've been checked out for weeks. Every time I try to talk to you about how I'm feeling-about the pressure, the stress-you shut down. It's like you don't want to hear it."

Your mouth opens to protest, but no words come out. You didn't realize she felt that way, didn't realize that in your attempt to give her space, you were inadvertently pushing her away. The realization hits you like a punch to the gut, and guilt starts to gnaw at you.

"I didn't know," you admit softly, your voice barely above a whisper. "I didn't know you felt like that."

Sana's expression softens slightly, but the hurt in her eyes is still there, raw and unhealed. "Well, now you do," she says, her voice quieter but still filled with emotion. "I've been trying to balance everything-work, the fans, and us-but it's hard, Y/N. It's really hard, and sometimes it feels like I'm doing it alone."

Her words cut deep, and you feel your chest tighten with guilt. You hadn't realized how much she was struggling, how much she needed you to be there in ways you hadn't been.

"I'm sorry," you say, your voice thick with emotion. "I didn't mean to make you feel like that. I just... I didn't want to add to your stress. I thought giving you space would help."

Sana looks down at the floor, her shoulders slumping as she sighs. "I don't need space," she murmurs. "I need you. I need us to be okay."

The vulnerability in her voice breaks something inside of you, and before you know it, you're closing the distance between you, reaching out to gently take her hand. "We are okay, Sana," you say softly, your thumb brushing against her skin. "We'll figure this out. I promise."

Sana looks up at you, her eyes searching yours for a moment before she finally lets out a breath, her shoulders relaxing slightly. "I don't want to keep fighting," she admits, her voice tired. "I just want things to go back to how they were."

You nod, pulling her into a gentle embrace. "So do I," you whisper into her hair. "So do I."

The two of you stand there, holding each other in the quiet aftermath of the argument, the tension slowly dissipating as the warmth of your embrace takes its place. You both know that things won't magically be fixed overnight-that there are still conversations to be had, feelings to be unpacked-but for now, in this moment, you're together.

And that's enough.

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A little longer than my usual ones, but thanks for watching, requests are open.

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