Twice one-shots :)

Languages | Samo

When I would talk with Momo alone, I would always catch myself switching to Japanese. She never seemed to take much notice, slipping seamlessly between the two languages when appropriate. This happened so much that it became a habit to converse with her in our native tongue. So much so, that the other members became irritable when they walked in on a conversation.

It had even - embarrassingly - become a part of our normal interactions. I guess we barely noticed it. Mina didn't seem to notice either, but the other members were starting to get sick of it.

"You know we can't understand half of what you say when you guys speak Japanese." Jihyo explained, catching us both talking together during our lunch break from practice. "It's not fair on the other girls." She sighed. "And, I don't believe that you are, but they might start to think you guys are keeping things from us."

I glanced at Momo from the corner of my eye as Jihyo continued to let off her steam. I could see her trying to hold back a smile. It was kind of funny watching her loose her crap about something so dumb... and it also felt a little good to have something with her that the others thought was secretive. I resisted my own smile as I turned back to the grumpy Jihyo, imagining Momo's face in my mind and running through the conversation we would have immediately after the ordeal and the cheeky smiles she would share with me and only me.

I found myself alone with her as expected after our conversation with Jihyo. I started the conversation in Japanese.

"Does this really offend them that much?" I asked, stifling a giggle. The girls all knew that Momo and I were close. We were best friends before we even formed into Twice. Of course we would have something that the others didn't. It was only natural.

Momo laughed slightly and stretched herself out on the couch and placed her hands behind her head in relaxation.

"They're just jealous." I muttered as Momo closed her eyes. "They need to study Japanese harder."

I sighed and walked over to her, "Shove over." I told her and she lifted her legs to allow me to sit down, then placed them back on my lap again. I groaned audibly in frustration, but secretly, I liked being like this with her.

The next morning before practice it happened again. I began to speak to Momo in Japanese. I asked her how her sleep was and if she had any nice dreams, earning glares from Jihyo and confused stares from Jeongyeon and Nayeon.

"I had a dreamless sleep actually." Momo said, looking at me meaningfully as she spoke the sentence in Korean. I was slightly taken aback by her direct refusal to speak in Japanese, but I realised that we weren't alone and I looked sheepishly at the other girls.

"Sorry." I told them.

After practice Momo and I went for dinner at our favourite restaurant that sold all kinds of meat even though Momo would always order the same ones.

"I don't know about you, but I'm gonna have the Jokbal again." Momo said, beginning the conversation in Korean. That was strange. I thought to myself. Usually when we're alone, we always speak in Japanese.

"You always get the Jokbal." I told her, in Japanese. She eyed me in a weird way before responding. 

"What are you getting?" She continued in Korean, her eyes trying to convey something to me without telling me correctly.

Then my brain flipped the switch. It felt like a hit to the face. It felt like she had just told me I was too heavy to participate in an event when I was a trainee. It felt like reading the hate comments I sometimes saw under our youtube videos online. 

It shouldn't have affected me as much as it did when I realised that I wouldn't be speaking to Momo in Japanese unless I absolutely had to. My face dropped in realisation, and I almost forgot that I had to think of what to order.

"Oh. Um... Just the same as you I-I guess." I stammered in Korean, complying to Momo's silent command.

She smiled softly. "It's just not fair, you know? I understand how they feel. Remember what it was like for us when we were trainees?" She reasoned even though I hadn't said anything. I guess she knew me so well that she was able to read my mind.

"I guess you're right." I replied. But that secret part between me and my best friend... it was gone. And it hurt.

A/N: And that was 'Languages'! I hope you liked it! Thanks for all the requests. I'm working on some Mimo for tomorrow. Feel free to drop down some more requests if you liked this or even some plots you'd be interested in hearing. I'd also love to hear any constructive criticism cuz this experiment is for me to improve my writing and all :) Thanks to all