"A Night Of Revelation Pt.2"

Note: Reread the first part if you already forgot about it.

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It had been weeks since the party, and Y/N noticed that Sana was acting distant. At first, she thought Sana might just be busy, but it felt like more than that. Whenever Y/N tried to spend time with her, Sana seemed distracted or kept mentioning plans with friends, especially with the guy she’d been talking to at the party. Y/N finally decided to ask Sana about it.

They were sitting in the TWICE dorm's living room. Sana was scrolling through her phone when Y/N took a deep breath and spoke up.

"Hey, Sana... I’ve noticed you’ve been hanging out a lot with... that guy from the party." Y/N kept her tone light, but she couldn’t hide the concern in her eyes. "Is everything okay with us?"

Sana glanced up, surprised, then shrugged casually. "Oh, him? It’s no big deal," she said, sounding almost dismissive. "We just ran into each other a couple of times. He’s an old friend, you know?"

Y/N tried to process Sana's answer but felt a twinge of frustration. "I get that he’s an old friend," Y/N said slowly, "but it feels like you’re spending more time with him than with me lately."

Sana’s expression shifted, almost defensive. "Y/N, he and I haven’t seen each other in years. Of course, we’re catching up! You should understand," she added, a hint of irritation in her voice. "I can’t spend all my time with just you. I have other friends too."

Y/N was taken aback, feeling hurt but trying to keep her cool. "Right. Of course, you need time for your friends," she replied, forcing a tight-lipped smile. "Well, thanks for letting me know."

Sana just looked at her, arms crossed. "Where are you going?" she asked, her tone almost sarcastic.

Y/N turned towards the door, her voice calm but strained. "Just going out for some air," she replied, trying to hold back her emotions. She didn’t wait for a response and left the dorm, shutting the door gently behind her.

As she walked down the hallway, Y/N heard someone calling her name. She turned to see Jihyo, who had obviously overheard part of their conversation.

"Y/N, wait up!" Jihyo hurried over, her face full of concern. "I’m so sorry about Sana's attitude," Jihyo sighed, then placed a gentle hand on Y/N’s shoulder. "I’ll try to talk to her."

Y/N managed a small smile, appreciating Jihyo’s kindness. "Thanks, Jihyo, but it’s really between us," she replied. "I don’t want to drag you or the others into it."

Jihyo nodded, respecting Y/N’s decision, though her expression stayed worried. "Alright, just know we’re here for you, okay?"

"Thank you," Y/N said softly, before heading toward the exit, her mind swirling with frustration and confusion.

When she finally reached the YG building (you're an idol under YG entertainment) she felt like she could breathe again. The elevator doors opened, and Y/N stepped inside, ready to leave the tension behind for a bit.

As she pressed the button to her floor, the doors started to close—until a hand suddenly slid in, stopping them. Y/N looked up in surprise as the doors reopened, revealing Miyeon, who was out of breath, clearly from running to catch the elevator.

Miyeon glanced up and froze for a moment, her face turning slightly pink. She quickly caught her breath, then stepped inside. Y/N chuckled, watching Miyeon’s flustered expression.

"Well, someone’s in a hurry," Y/N teased, a small smile breaking through her earlier frustration. "Didn’t know you were such a runner."

Miyeon’s eyes narrowed playfully, though she was still catching her breath. "Stop teasing me," she muttered, a smile tugging at her lips. "I just didn’t want to wait for the next one."

They shared a laugh, and Y/N’s mood felt a little lighter. She looked at Miyeon curiously. "So, what brings you to the YG building?" she asked. "You don’t usually come here, right?"

Miyeon’s lips curled into a mysterious smile, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "That," she said, leaning in slightly, "is a secret."

Y/N rolled her eyes but smiled back. "Fine, keep your secrets," she said, chuckling. "I won’t ask."

Just then, the elevator dinged, signaling Y/N’s floor. She glanced at Miyeon and offered a warm smile.

"Well, this is me," she said, stepping toward the door. "It was nice seeing you, Miyeon."

Miyeon returned the smile, her usual playfulness softening. "Same here, Y/N. I’ll see you around."

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Days had flown by since Y/N's last argument with Sana. She kept busy with her training, preparing for her upcoming release, but she couldn’t shake the frustration from her last encounter with Sana. She thought, If anyone should be upset, it’s me, not her. But every attempt at talking things through ended in arguments, so Y/N had resigned herself to letting Sana be. Still, she made time to visit Sana, even though Sana continued giving her the cold shoulder.

In the meantime, Y/N frequently ran into Miyeon at the YG building. Their brief chats had become a regular occurrence, and Y/N began to suspect that Miyeon might be collaborating with another YG artist. Her curiosity grew, especially since Miyeon was so secretive about it.

One day, after yet another “mysterious” encounter, Miyeon chuckled as Y/N shared her latest theory about the supposed collaboration.

"Y/N," Miyeon laughed, "if you’re that curious, why don’t you just come out with me tonight? I’m celebrating the release of a new song with my team."

Y/N hesitated. "It’s your celebration; I don’t want to intrude. Besides, it’s probably a close group, right?"

Miyeon waved a hand dismissively, grinning. "Oh, come on! The more, the merrier. Plus, I could use someone to celebrate with who isn’t part of my team. Please?" she asked, her eyes wide with hope.

Y/N laughed, rolling her eyes playfully. "Alright, alright, you win. But only because you’re buying, and who would say no to free food?"

Later that evening, Miyeon, her crew, and Y/N all headed to a restaurant, and Miyeon encouraged Y/N to order freely. "Anything you want, seriously. Go crazy."

Y/N raised an eyebrow, feigning seriousness. "Anything? Better ready your wallet because I’m ordering the most expensive dish here."

Miyeon giggled, nudging her. "Silly, just eat whatever you like."

As they enjoyed their food, Y/N glanced around the table. She was genuinely curious about the supposed “collaborating artist” but hadn’t spotted anyone new. Finally, she leaned toward Miyeon and asked, "So, where’s this mystery artist you’re working with? Shouldn’t they be here too?"

Miyeon grinned, amused. "There is no ‘other artist.’ It’s just me. I just joined YG."

Y/N stared at her in disbelief. "Wait, you’re… you’re under YG now?! And you didn’t tell me?"

Miyeon chuckled at Y/N’s expression. "I didn’t lie! You just assumed I was collaborating with someone."

Y/N crossed her arms, half-amused and half-annoyed. "You could have told me, you know! I’d have given you a proper welcome."

Miyeon laughed and shrugged. "You can give me that welcome some other time."

Y/N rolled her eyes, but she couldn’t help smiling. "Fine, you got me. Guess I’ll have to properly congratulate you soon."

Just then, the countdown for Miyeon’s new song release began, and the entire crew joined in, excitedly counting down. When the song finally went live, they all crowded around a big screen in the restaurant to watch the music video. The energy in the room was contagious, and Y/N felt herself getting swept up in the celebration, applauding with everyone as the video ended.

"Congrats, Miyeon," Y/N said warmly, her eyes lingering on Miyeon, who looked both thrilled and a little bashful at all the praise.

Miyeon caught her gaze and chuckled. "What’s with the look, Y/N?"

Y/N crossed her arms, mock pouting. "You’re a trickster! You really didn’t mention a word about joining YG."

Miyeon’s smile turned playful. "Well, you can’t really blame me for you guessing wrong," she teased. "Besides, it was a good surprise, right?"

Y/N sighed dramatically. "Alright, fine. I guess I’ll just have to make up for it and give you a proper welcome soon."

Miyeon winked. "I’ll hold you to that."

As the night went on, Miyeon’s crew ordered some soju to toast her new release. The celebration grew a little louder, and Miyeon happily took the first shot to a round of cheers. Y/N clapped along, but she started to feel a bit worried as the drinks kept flowing.

Leaning over, she whispered to Miyeon, "Don’t overdo it, okay? Remember last time?"

Miyeon turned to Y/N, their faces inches apart. She smirked, eyes sparkling. "What, are you scared of what might happen if I get drunk?"

Y/N pulled back, chuckling. "Hardly. Just trying to save you from yourself."

They continued laughing and talking with Miyeon’s crew until Y/N noticed that the room was emptying out. She glanced at her phone; it was past 1 AM. Just as she thought about heading out, she noticed Miyeon was still there, tipsy and cheerful.

I should get going, Y/N thought, but then she hesitated. Miyeon was hardly in any shape to get home safely alone, and while her team offered, they were mostly guys and were clearly as tipsy as she was.

With a sigh, Y/N turned to Miyeon. "Alright, let’s get you home."

Miyeon grinned, clearly amused. "Where are you taking me?" she teased, flashing a flirtatious smile.

Y/N rolled her eyes, tugging her along. "Come on, let’s get you to your place safely."

They made it to the parking lot, and Y/N decided to drive Miyeon’s car, leaving her own at the YG building. After a few laughs, some sleepy complaints, and a few wrong turns, they finally arrived at Miyeon’s condo.

Miyeon got out, her expression softening as she looked at Y/N. "Thanks for bringing me home," she murmured, a slight blush in her cheeks. And before Y/N could react, Miyeon leaned in and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek.

Y/N froze, her face heating up. She sighed, giving Miyeon a gentle but exasperated look. "You know I have a girlfriend, right?"

Miyeon chuckled, her expression soft. "Relax. It’s just a thank-you for getting me home."

Y/N let out a breath, then nodded. "Alright. Goodnight, Miyeon."

Y/N took a cab back to the YG building. As she stepped out and headed toward the parking garage to get her car, she noticed a familiar figure standing in the dimly lit area.

It was Sana.

Surprised, Y/N walked over, glancing at her watch. It’s 2 AM, she thought, wondering what Sana was doing here at this hour. But just as Y/N was about to ask, Sana turned toward her, her face unreadable. Then, without warning, Sana raised her hand, and the sharp sound of a slap echoed in the empty garage.

Y/N blinked, stunned, her hand going to her cheek. "S-Sana... what the—what was that for?" she asked, her voice trembling with both confusion and anger.

Sana glared at her, her voice icy. "So, you think you can sneak around with Miyeon behind my back?"

Y/N’s eyes widened in shock. "Sneak around? Sana, that’s not what’s happening! I was just—"

"Spare me the excuses," Sana interrupted, her tone bitter. "Do you know what it feels like to see you with someone else when you’re supposed to be with me?"

Y/N clenched her fists, hurt flashing across her face. "Are you serious, Sana? You’re the one who’s been pushing me away! I tried talking to you, I tried reaching out, and you shut me out every single time."

Sana looked away, her jaw tense. "So, that’s your excuse for hanging out with Miyeon?"

"She’s my friend!" Y/N shot back, her voice breaking slightly. "Unlike you, she’s been there for me these past few weeks."

They stood there in silence, the tension thick between them. Finally, Y/N took a deep breath, her voice barely a whisper. "I don’t know what’s going on with us, Sana. But you don’t get to slap me and accuse me of something that isn’t true."

Sana looked away, her anger fading just enough to reveal a hint of regret. "Y/N… I…"

But Y/N shook her head. "I need some space right now, Sana," she whispered, stepping back. Without another word, she turned and walked away, her heart heavy with the weight of everything left unsaid.

Sana let out a bitter, sarcastic chuckle, her eyes flashing. "So, what? You’re breaking up with me now?"

Y/N turned back to her, eyes wide with frustration and disbelief. "No, Sana. I’m not breaking up with you—I just need space. That’s it. Why are you jumping to conclusions?"

Sana folded her arms tightly across her chest, her expression cold. "Space, breaking up… It’s the same thing, Y/N. You’re just trying to dress it up."

Y/N’s patience started to fray. She took a deep breath, trying to keep her voice steady. "No, it’s not. I just need some time to breathe, to think. This isn’t a breakup. I just… I need a moment to figure things out."

But Sana shook her head, her lips twisting into a bitter smile. "Fine," she said sharply. "You want space? Let’s make it permanent then. Let’s break up."

Y/N’s heart dropped, her mind racing to catch up with what she’d just heard. "Wait… what? Sana, that’s not what I said. I never asked for that."

Sana shrugged, her voice laced with hurt. "Well, it’s what you want, isn’t it? You need time away from me. So, fine. Let’s make it official."

Y/N’s frustration hit its peak, her tone hardening. "This is ridiculous, Sana! You’re twisting my words!"

But before she could finish, Sana turned and began to walk away, anger in every step. Y/N hurried after her, catching her arm and gently but firmly guiding her toward her car. "We’re not done talking about this," Y/N said, her voice a mix of determination and desperation.

Sana pulled back, trying to escape Y/N's hold, but Y/N was stronger. She opened the car door, carefully but resolutely steering Sana inside before closing the door and locking it. Sana tried the handle, her breathing quickening when she realized it was locked.

"Let me out!" Sana’s voice broke, tears streaming down her face as she pounded on the window. "Y/N, open the door. Let me go!"

Y/N clenched her jaw, heart pounding. She’d tried so hard to stay calm, but now her own emotions were spilling over. She snapped, her voice rising louder than she’d intended. "Sana, stop!"

The sharpness of Y/N’s tone cut through the air, and Sana froze, her eyes widening. She’d never heard Y/N shout at her before, and the shock was enough to halt her protests.

Realizing the effect her tone had, Y/N softened immediately, regret flooding her expression. She reached over, pulling Sana into a tight hug, holding her close as she whispered, "I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to scare you. Please… just stay with me for a second. Let me explain."

Sana stayed in Y/N’s arms, her breaths still coming in shaky gasps, but her anger slowly faded into exhaustion. When she’d calmed, Y/N gently pulled back, searching her face for any sign of understanding before turning the key in the ignition and starting the car. The hum of the engine filled the silence between them as Y/N began driving toward Sana’s place.

As they drove, Y/N reached over, gently placing her hand over Sana’s on her lap. She gave it a reassuring squeeze, glancing at her every few moments to check if she was okay. Sana looked out the window, silent and still visibly upset, but she didn’t pull her hand away. Y/N felt a small sense of relief at that.

When they finally arrived at Sana’s building, Y/N turned off the engine and faced her, determination in her eyes. "Sana, please listen to me. There’s nothing going on between me and Miyeon. She’s a friend, and that’s all. You have to believe me."

Sana stayed silent, her gaze fixed somewhere over Y/N’s shoulder, a tear slipping down her cheek.

Y/N took a deep breath, her tone gentle but firm. "Asking for space doesn’t mean I want to break up. I’m not going anywhere, Sana. I just… I need some time alone to think and unwind. This doesn’t change how I feel about you."

Sana finally looked at Y/N, her expression softening, though traces of doubt lingered in her eyes. "But… if you need space, does that mean something’s wrong with us? Are you unhappy with me?"

Y/N shook her head immediately, her voice full of conviction. "No, I love you, Sana. I love you so much. But sometimes, I just need time to clear my head. It’s not about us not working; it’s just… I want to be the best version of myself, for you and for me. And that means sometimes I need a little space."

Sana swallowed, nodding slowly as she processed Y/N’s words. "So… you’re saying this is just temporary? You’re not leaving me?"

Y/N’s grip on her hand tightened. "Not in a million years. I’ll be here, Sana. You don’t have to worry about me leaving."

A few more tears slid down Sana’s cheeks as she gave a small nod, finally meeting Y/N’s gaze with a look of understanding. "Okay… I trust you. I’m sorry. I just… I get scared sometimes."

Y/N smiled softly, reaching up to brush away a tear from Sana’s cheek.

After a moment, Y/N gave her hand one last reassuring squeeze before letting go. "Get some rest. I’ll check in on you tomorrow, alright?"

Sana nodded, finally looking at peace. "Thank you… for not giving up on me."

Y/N’s smile grew as she opened the car door for her. "Never. Goodnight, Sana."

With one last glance, Sana stepped out of the car, giving Y/N a quick kiss on the cheek before disappearing into her building. Y/N watched until she was out of sight, her heart feeling lighter than it had in weeks. She knew things were far from perfect, but this was a step toward healing—a step she was willing to take, as long as it meant they’d keep walking forward together.