Sana POV:
Usually, Vlives are fun, even when they are, as mostly, secretly scripted. But having to fake a relationship with a girl which is behaving awkwardly towards the other one is unbearable. Momo and Mina have decided to pause their relationship for some time. Even though I am not quite sure if they were a real couple or just friend who found each other attractive and slept with each other back then.
But actually, this whole, dramatic situation isn't part of my business anyways so I just try to be professional. Which turns out to be quite hard considering the fact that two strangers are on their way to Taiwan to find my girlfriend. I mean, my real girlfriend. Not the one which is clinging towards my left arm right now, acting like we were a cute couple.
I kiss Mina's forehead softly, acting like I haven't noticed that the camera is already filming. Never mind that the directors have told me to do that before.
I kind of feel bad for our fans. They are happy for us and ship Mina and me while the only thing, we are doing is lying to them. In the Vlive, we're just casually talking about our plans for the future, the new album and our experiences as idols. Nothing special. But throughout the whole time, Mina and I are acting as we were in love. A little kiss, or holding hands - that seems to be enough for the viewers to comment tons of smileys with heart eyes or wedding rings.
To be honest, it is quite fun. Maybe that's why it comes off that authentic. And Mina who is normally an introverted type is that amazing in playing her role that I am temporarily not sure if she is acting or not.
Tzuyu POV:
Watching the J-line Vlive hurts much more than I've expected. I don't know if Sana and Mina are still faking their relationship, but what I saw in the video seems pretty real to me. I shouldn't care. I know that.
And I try my best not to care but it doesn't work. I don't know how but again I end up, crying, laying on my bed. I feel terrible. I've left Sana. Of course she is allowed to move on and she definitely should. I want her to be happy.
Suddenly I feel how someone sits down at the side of the bed, hugging me. "Tzuyu, I don't know why you're always that sad but you clearly shouldn't be. Chaeyoung and I want to go visiting a bar tonight. Do you want to tag along?" Dahyun hugs me tightly. Lastly I spend a lot time with her and right now I feel even worse because I made a pure, sweet person worry about me.
I shrug. I never went to places like that back in high school and there is actually no need for me to do it now. Chaeyoung comes in as well, hugging me from the other side. "Come on, Tzu. You need to have fun in life. For at least once."
And so I am here.
Blaring sounds, lights that can make you feel dizzy, bodies grinding with one another may it be with strangers or someone you know. People call that dancing but as a dancer myself I have to shake my head while looking at them.
I just remembered why I hate going to parties. They are all the same and I honestly regret coming with Dahyun and Chaeyoung. In the beginning, it was quite fun, actually. The two of them were still with me but when the alcohol started kicking in, Dahyun kind of decided to become the center of the party and Chaeyoung didn't came back from greeting some people she might have seen once in her life and I am standing at the bar, lonely.
I don't know when I started to drink but I feel a little dizzy right now. Even though it feels like my thoughts become clearer with every shot. My first love might have been overwhelming and sweet, but I have to move on. That's at least, what my brain tells me. But my heart does not agree at all. It's cramping and hurting every time when I think about her. And even if I tried to move on, I don't think, I'll find someone as perfect as Sana.
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Satzu - Backup dancer [COMPLETED]
FanfictionHeat. Pressure from her body to mine. The room is hot. Every movement seems to make it harder and harder to breathe. She pushes her body closer to mine. "I want you right now." she breathes, her voice quiet and hoarse because of the humid air. ____...