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          Sana’s luck would have it that she just happened to lose rock, paper, scissors and be forced to run the late night errand all the girls were hoping to avoid. The final fist was thrown and she watched with wide eyes as Dahyun danced victoriously in front of her, staring at her hand as if it betrayed her. She zipped up her jacket begrudgingly but slipped out of the dorm without a single complaint, determined to get the whole ordeal over with so she could curl up in her warm bed with her phone and the newest episode of the show she had been following.

The label-less black bag swung beside her leg as she turned down an alley she knew would cut the travel time in half. She was met with darkness, the only light coming from two separate posts 100 yards apart, leaving complete darkness before, between, and behind their reach. Sana wasn’t easily scared when it came to situations like this, though, so when the hairs on the back of her neck stood up she knew something was off. Someone was following her. 

She tried to speed up, hoping that it was just her imagination playing tricks on her, hoping that it was just a coincidence that the pair were heading in the same direction, but the distance between them was closing fast and Sana’s breath hitched in her throat when she heard the person’s footsteps only a few feet behind her. She reached for her phone, pressing the home button and illuminating the alley floor with the built in flashlight before swinging around and shining it in the general area she hoped their face would be.

“Are you following me?”

          TWICE filed through the hallway, one after the other, shiny with sweat and nerves still flying from their performance. Sana led the remaining eight girls, following the left side of the white wall around a corner and right into someone’s chest. “Ooph--” She immediately stepped back onto Jihyo’s feet, causing a chain reaction among the chain of girls and Sana could feel the temperature in her face increase as she bowed in apology. “I had no idea you were around the corner.” The rest of TWICE laughed at her mistake and Sana couldn’t help but chime in with her own as she covered her face. “I’m so sorry!”

          “Oh--” Sana stared at the sandwich on the ground between them, contents strewn on the grainy sidewalk in an almost painful display. Her mouth formed a small ‘o’ as she stole a glance at the figure she had just run into, quickly bowing her head and muttering apologies, hands digging around the bag across her body for her wallet. “I’m so sorry. Here, I can give you money for a new one.” 

“Mansae, mansae, mansae!” 

          Sana haphazardly took off her shoes, picking them up and flinging them into the shoe closet beside the door before sighing happily, sliding on a pair of pink slippers. She stepped into the apartment, shrugging off her coat and folding it over her arm. “I’m home!” She peered around the edge of the kitchen, eyes meeting the sight of Nayeon sprawled out on their living room couch. “Unnie,” Sana called out to her member, grinning as she shuffled closer to the elder before flopping on the couch beside her and blurting out a “Hi,” followed by a bubbly giggle.

          Sana bowed in front of the male, her mind moving a mile a minute as she stood before the actor she, and the rest of her group members, had watched on TV together on their off days. “It’s a pleasure to meet you!” She grinned brightly, bowing again out of habit. “I and the rest of TWICE watched Cheese in the Trap every week!” 

          “Excuse me,” Sana gently shook the boy’s shoulder, looking around the waiting area for a manager or group member that could assist her. He had been passed out on the couch for at least 30 minutes, she knew that much only because he had been here when she passed through the room the first time to converse with a friend in their dressing room. “Hey, wake up. Shouldn’t you be with your group?”