twice sana/chaeyoung, a kiss for luck
In an act of gallantry that now seems foolish, Chaeyoung made Sana take the big gun, and she gathered up the smaller and less effective weapons for herself.
It takes her longer to get things in order, two mid-size pistols leaking water into the pockets of her cargo pants and four of the teeny ounce-size guns tucked in around the extra foam darts for the nerf gun.
Once she has it all in order and straightens, she sees Sana waiting patiently, holding the huge water rifle close to her side as she peeks around the edge of the glass door.
Chaeyoung pauses. It's a lot, okay—Sana's pretty pink hair and the little smile she's biting down, her short denim skirt and her big black gun. Chaeyoung is but a humble lesbian. Sometimes she needs to process these things.
"Ready?" Sana whispers. Chaeyoung joins her to peek around the edge of the door.
The other girls are lying around a pool, carefully tucked under hats and umbrellas and sunglasses to get the most enjoyment out of their bikinis. "I've got Momo and Nayeon-unnie," Sana whispers.
They're closest to the door, lying side by side in deck chairs. Chaeyoung can already taste the deliciousness of their screams when Sana gets them with a cold blast of the rifle.
The other way, Dahyun is lying on her belly under an umbrella, half-asleep, and Chaeyoung will have the perfect angle to pop a nerf dart off her squishy tofu butt.
"Got it," Chaeyoung says, and meets Sana's eye. "Hwaiting!"
Sana dips in and presses her lips to Chaeyoung's cheek, firm and sure. "Hwaiting," she whispers, and then she runs a step ahead out the door, Chaeyoung darting to catch up.