With You (Sahyo TWICE)

Chapter 8

Sana's POV

Jihyo didn't want to go perform.

I was currently dragging her to the bathroom so she could brush her teeth, and she was whining about some thing or another. First it was a headache, then a stomach ache, then a strained left wrist. This had all miraculously happened in a span of ten minutes. I sighed. Something else was wrong, I knew it. The way she spoke was different, the way she acted, and the way she suddenly seemed so reliant on me was weird. She usually viewed herself as the one to be relied on and acted based on those views. Not only that, but this had been going on for a week, which was a long time for her. Something was definitely going on. She just wasn't telling me.

She was walking behind me, holding onto one of my hands with both of her own. She never did this unless she was scared, the last time being when we went on some rollercoaster about a month ago. She was definitely afraid of something. I just didn't know what, and that was the worst part. I walked back to her.

"Jihyo, what's wrong?"

"Nothing," she mumbled, looking down. I put my hand on top of hers.

"Look at me, baby." I put an arm around her.

"You're lying. I hate to push you like this, but it's not healthy." I gently pulled her arms around me, letting her bury her head in my shoulder. I could tell she was on the verge of tears but trying to hold it in. I patted her back.

"You can cry. It's okay."

She didn't cry, but she squeezed me a little tighter. She didn't say anything, but she didn't have to. I knew.

Jihyo's POV
I still couldn't tell her, but I think she figured it out. She's known me for eight years, I was stupid to think I could hide something from her.

So first you can't deal with your problems, then you can't even hide them. Weak ass.

I buried my head in Sana's shoulder a little deeper, trying to drown out my thoughts.

She carefully pulled away from me and grabbed my hand.

"C'mon, let's go," she whispered with the most beautiful smile.

I smiled back and let her drag me to the bathroom.

Sana's POV
I didn't know exactly what she was scared of, but I knew it was something. From the way she was avoiding performances, was it that? Was she anxious? I didn't want to confront her, but I had to be stern in order to get answers. It's not good for her to keep it all bottled up inside.

After I made her brush her teeth and change, we head to go to the van. She didn't want to go. I felt like a parent trying to get their child inside the classroom on the first day of kindergarten.

"Jihyo, c'mon. We have to go now." I offered my hand. She ignored it and clung on to me from behind instead.

"I can't," she whispered. She buried her face in my shoulder again.

"I know you might be tired or sick, but we have to go. Do you need medicine? I have some advil if you want." I patted her arm.

She shook her head.

"You don't understand. I can't. I can't make myself go up on that stage while millions of people watch and record and all the mistakes I make being uploaded on every social media site and me being bashed and hated on for everything I do and then making the whole group look bad-"

I pulled her arms off me and turned around, facing her.

"You really think that happens?"

She nodded and took a step back, almost as if she was afraid to face me. I pulled her into a hug.

"Do you want to see someone? Therapist, maybe? It's not bad if you do." I didn't know what to do. We had a performance in an hour and I didn't want to force her into anything, but she had to go. Maybe the thought of seeing someone after would help?

She shook her bead and rested her chin on my shoulder. I sighed. We had to go. Now. The managers were yelling from outside, and there was no time to make an announcement about anything.

"Jihyo, we have to go now. I promise we'll get you help later, but we have to go." I kissed her cheek.

It took her a little bit, but she nodded.

Jihyo's POV

I can do this.

No you can't

I can do this.

No you can't.

Shut up. I can.

No bitch, you can't.

I couldn't think of a response.

I was in the van, despite everything telling me not to. I had my head resting on Sana's chest, and she was playing with my hair and kissing the top of my head.

She did make things a lot easier, especially when she whispered "I love you" when we sat down.

I didn't say anything for the entire ride, but when we were about to leave the van I whispered back, "I love you too."