seventeenth chapter

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Sana POV:

After I spend days with crying and hating myself, I finally left my room and entered the bathroom. As I look at my reflection in the mirror, and despite knowing the state I am in, I am still surprised. I am paler than usual. Touching my face, it feels like I am not even recognizing myself. 

I've lost weight as well. Just by looking at my face I can notice it. My usually chubby cheeks are missing. But it could be because I don't remember the feeling of smiling anymore too. 

"What are you doing to yourself?" I ask my reflection silently. "You have to move on. She already did." 

I sit on the floor, hugging my knees, letting the tears stream. I mockingly laugh at myself. Right now, I am acting exactly as the love sick people in movies and dramas that I usually love to make fun of. 

"Karma really must hate me." I scoff, tears not stopping for a second. And I mean it. I hurt Tzuyu so many times that it is literally karma what happened to me. Tzuyu is so precious and beautiful. I wonder how I could have ever thought I could deserve her. My heart does still go faster as I think of her and I hate myself for it. 

Suddenly the doorbell rings. My gaze is blurry and I am troubling to stand up as I move to the door for opening. It's probably Momo or Mina, I think. As I open the door, I get shocked. 

"You are Sana, right?" A short haired, tall girl looks questioning at me. I nod tiredly and wait for her to go on. "Can I come in? I think I recorded something that might be interesting for you." I just shrug and let her in without a word. Actually I am not in the mood to talk to someone I don't know but I am curious. Who is this stranger and what might be interesting for me? 

"Don't you think, it's a bit gullible to let unknown people in, easily like that?" The women asks, her gaze wandering around in my apartment. I shrug. She is right, I am not my usual self to think about that. I mean she may could be a rapist or a killer or anything like that. But even if she was, it would be too late now anyways. 

"So, last week I was at work and heard a conversation between-" She gets interrupted by the bell which rings again. "Sorry, I guess I have to open." I say with a tired voice. 

As I open the door I see Momo and a girl I know from somewhere, but I'm bad with remembering faces. "You look awful." Momo looks at me with a shocked expression and hugs me. "It's okay." I try to push her a little away from me. 

Momo looks still worried but lets go of me and points towards her company. "This is Nayeon. She was with us at the tour in Japan." I look at her, questioning. "She was close to Tzuyu and is wondering where she is as well as we do." I flinch when I hear that name and the tears build up. Momo hugs me again. "We'll just come in, okay?" 

As we enter the living room, there's the women who just came in a few minutes ago, sitting on the sofa, looking lost, not knowing what to do. I totally forgot about her. "Sana, who is this? There are so many new characters added to this fanfiction that I completely lost track." Momo raises an eyebrow and eyes my visitor. 

I feel stupid for not even have asked for her name. To my surprise, it's Nayeon who answers. "That's Jeongyeon" I take turns looking at the two. "So you know each other?" 

-"Just by sight" 

-"She is my ex girlfriend." 

Jeongyeon and Nayeon answer at the same time. Both blush and avoid eye contact. 

I am confused. But it's Nayeon again who talks, directed to Jeongyeon. "Seriously, what are you doing here?" without letting her ex girlfriend answer she looks at me. "If you want to move on from Tzuyu with her, she's not a good choice. Her jokes are terrible and she is annoying." 

Jeongyeon stands up. She doesn't seem to be that affected by Nayeon's words. "Even though here is a certain person right now who doesn't want to see me, I've got quite important things to tell you." She turns on her phone and starts to play a voice recording. The quality is not that good and it sounds like it is recorded through a door which blocks the way to the situation, but Tzuyu's voice is unmistakably hearable. 

Jeongyeon just recorded the conversation between Tzuyu and JYP. Is this for real? Does that mean, Tzuyu was forced to leave me and she still loves me? I didn't even realize that I cried the hole time while hearing the voices. But right now as I notice it I don't even care about my looks. 

Tzuyu loves me. 

She still does. 

"I thought from the beginning, this situation was weird. There was this girl who was completely lost in the building but had to go to the boss' office and as I heard them shouting, I just recorded-" Jeongyeon isn't able to finish her sentence. I run over to her and hug her. I am so grateful but angry at the same time. How dares this man to plan my hole future for me and to threat Tzuyu? I hate him. All this is his fault. 

"Under these conditions I can't be an idol anymore." I say in a form voice. I have to go to Taiwan immediately. I need Tzuyu. I want to hug her and not let her go again. 

My tears are streaming again and I am about to pack my things as Momo puts her hand on my shoulder. "Sana, I understand that you want to meet her as fast as possible again. But you heard about the seriousness of the situation. Mina, you and me, we have to play along as long as possible." I eye her desperately but I know, she is right. 

"What about Nayeon and Jeongyeon go to Taiwan and get Tzuyu back to us? We can still think about further actions after that." Momo proposes. 

The mentioned look at each other first and then at Momo. "Are you serious?" Nayeon looks like a student in third grade who doesn't want to get paired up with her classmate for a school project. Momo just nods. 

"I actually have a friend who lives in Taiwan. I guess, we could stay at hers for a while and look for Tzuyu." Jeongyeon, who kept quiet until now informs us. I look at her with puppy eyes. "That would be amazing. I'll pay the flight for you. Thank you so much." 

Tzuyu, just wait for me. 

We'll meet again.

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