twice sanayeon - "vasoline"
At a red light, Sana flips down the sun visor and fixes her lipstick in the car’s vanity mirror. It’s a pink glow in the blue dark, making the curves of her lips bright in Nayeon’s peripheral vision.
When Nayeon presses the gas again, Sana puts her lipstick away and giggles. “I don’t know why I bother. It’ll just get messed up again.”
“Gross,” Nayeon says firmly. “The rule is, I drive you all to your dates if—”
“If you don’t have to hear any details,” Sana chants. She pours on the aegyo. “I’m sorry. Thank you for the ride! Unnie’s the best!”
Nayeon puts the car in park outside another in an endless series of lovely, modern buildings in nice parts of town. “Sure,” she says, more kindly now. “I’ll just be around later, so if you want me to pick you up—”
Sana laughs brighter at that, apparently a genuinely hilarious idea. “Definitely not. Thank you, unnie. I’ll see you at the studio tomorrow.”
She kisses the air near Nayeon’s face and pulls her deep hood over her head to hurry into the building.
Nayeon drops her head back and stares blankly at the golden rectangles of the building’s windows until they start to blur. Maybe she could stay here, somehow, find somewhere to park or just wait on the street. Maybe she could call in an hour, to make sure Sana’s okay or—just to see if she wants to come home.
She’s not going to do that. But she waits long enough that someone from the building’s front desk starts to walk toward the car. She puts it in drive and pulls away before they make it—it’s been more than enough time, and she knows Sana isn’t going to turn around.