Satzu - Backup dancer [COMPLETED]

twenty-second chapter

2yeon's (not anymore travel but still) diary:

Jeongyeon has acted cold towards Nayeon for the last hours. And Jihyo did definitely not joke as she said the house which was build as her and Daniel's home was not construed as a housing for four people on top. 

That's why Nayeon sits on the bed next to Dahyun and Chaeyoung who are laughing at random memes from the internet and for some reason don't notice the elder's mood. 

The latter lets her eyes drift out of the window, observing the streets, filled with busy people with an annoyed facial expression. 

All of this seems so frustrating to her that she could imagine herself falling onto the floor and crying unstoppable. The girl sighs in a theatrical way, looking at the other two unobtrusively, checking if they had noticed her. They hadn't. 

Nayeon sighs again. Not theatrically this time. Maybe she has been overdramatic. Plus, why should she be upset about Jeongyeon ignoring her? First of all, she should be used to it already and secondly, why does she care? That's at least what makes Nayeon's head feel as if thousands of thoughts were flying around in it, she herself, being unable to catch even one. She hates this feeling from the bottom of her heart. 

Others might see the bunny as an always cheerful, funny and childish girl even though the real Nayeon is actually different. This Nayeon is very caring, sensible and tends to think way too much. 

She doesn't know where Jeongyeon was but maybe they should talk. Maybe, Nayeon hopes, they might be able to make things clear. These travelling days had felt so normal to her. It had felt as if they were still a couple. 

She doesn't want to come back together. Right after the breakup she had wished that but between them being in a happy relationship and right now had too much happened for making a relationship comeback possible. 

She just wanted Jeongyeon back. 

Not her girlfriend but Jeongyeon who she could talk to for hours and who understands her even without saying a single word. Nayeon shuts her eyes for a second, imagining the situation. 

Suddenly, she flinches as Jeongyeon's and her own yelling voices start echoing in her head. She pouts a bit. It wasn't meant in a cute way even though Nayeon was sure, she looked still extremely cute. 

The girl steals another glance at Dahyun and Chaeyoung, checking if they had at least noticed her pout. They didn't. 

Nayeon sighs. Surprisingly it makes ordering her thoughts easier at the moment: 

She has to talk to Jeongyeon.

Sana's POV:

Each person in the crowd moves as if unseeing hands drag them this way and that, pulling their eyes to one thing and then another. 

They respond in predictable ways, each of them with a goal to achieve for the day. Mine is, finding my girlfriend. 

The anonymity you get while joining this crowd of Taiwanese citizens who are busily jumbling is incomparable with what I experienced before. No one really cares who this girl dressed in an oversized, dark blue hoodie is who keeps her head down, hiding being a celebrity. 

Even though I am not sure if they would recognize me if they did. The inhabitants here are different than those in Korea or Japan and that is refreshing. The feeling of being an unknown person is nice and makes me breathing out a little in relief. 

My eyes roam around, scanning random faces which seem to float away too fast for me to read who they might be. What characteristics they might have, the reason why they are at this airport, their personal fight with themselves they are trying to win and how far they've come until now with what they wanted to achieve until this moment... 

All those people are individuals but within this accumulation of those they are simple faces in the crowd. Insignificant. Even though out there, there must be a somebody this anonymous face means the world for. 

I don't know how I am supposed to find a dark haired, tall, kindhearted girl while there are hundreds of those solely at this place where airplanes arrive and leave. Even though Tzuyu is the prettiest, most intelligent and loveliest person out of all existing dark haired, tall, kindhearted girls on this planet of course. 

But this fact doesn't make it easier for me to find her. 

I am dragging myself out of the throng of this large number of different sized and formed shoes who seem to bring their owners to wherever they want them to. 

Outside of the huge building, the sun meets my eyes in an blinding way, so I hold my palm in it's direction to prevent the direct insolation. 

It's noticeable that time passed by since the last concert tour in Japan. Back then the cold wind, bringing snowflakes with it made itself dominant but right now it feels as if it turned into a pleasant, spring like breeze. Anyways it's still cold. 

I've lived in big cities for my whole life so I am used to the imposing buildings, filled streets and large illuminated panels which seem to border the busy and fast walking people. 

Speaking of illuminated panels, there is one which kind of catches my attention in a different way. First of all, what the heck does a placard of a strip club in the center of normal ads which are attached to a house wall? And secondly... why does this girl whose picture the poster consists of look so familiar? 

She surveys me with a mixture of arrogance and amusement as if she is laughing at me for not realizing who she is. Her eyelashes are dark and long and I kind of have the feeling as if the poster was a video which was stopped for a moment and which would keep going in a second, making the girl wink at me. 

Wait. 

What the-

 Am I already hallucinating? 

Behind the heavy makeup and the skintight dress, I can see someone very, very familiar. Behind this façade I can see the shy smile of a girl who I know too well. 

What is Tzuyu doing here? 

Or better, what is she doing as an advertisement model of a strip club? Tzuyu never mentioned a twin sister and to be honest, I think, even if she had one I would be able to recognize which one she is. 

I stare at the picture preoccupied, my thoughts run into each other, stumble and make it impossible for me to think straight. Hopefully, she's okay. 

With a sigh, I try to bring the voices in order which had started screaming in my head. There is no other way to find her. I have to go there tonight.