“Sana, we won't get anywhere if you don’t-"

“I’m jealous,” Sana cuts in, not meeting Jihyo or Nayeon’s gaze. “I’m jealous, okay? I know you both love me very much but whenever they talk about us, it's like I’m just some pretty add on.”

Sana brushes at the tears streaking down her cheeks  “I’m sorry,” She murmurs at their deafening silence. “I told you, it's stupid.”

“I’m sorry,” Sana hears as she feels their arms around her, the press of Nayeon’s cheek against her head, Jihyo’s head against her shoulder. “I’m sorry we made you feel like you weren’t enough.”