What's Behind The Scenes [FAYEYOKO FANFICTION]

Faye Malisorn's POV

We arrive at the airport, our bags packed and ready for the long flight ahead. We check in our luggage and go through security, then board the plane.

As we settle into our seats, I glance over at Yoko, who's sitting beside me.

Ize and Marissa are sitting directly behind us, chatting quietly among themselves, while P'wan is sitting with the other staff members.

With the silent tension between Yoko and me, I realise that we haven't had the chance to talk about what happened last night.

A part of me wonders if I should bring it up, but I decide to focus on trying to relax for the moment.

I take a deep breath and try to push the thoughts aside, telling myself it's better to take things slow and ease into the conversation.

The plane finally takes off, the engines roaring as we ascend into the sky. I can feel my ears popping slightly as we reach cruising altitude.

I glance out the window, seeing the city below us growing smaller and smaller. The silence between us is deafening, but I try to distract myself by watching the scenery outside.

I'm surprised and a bit startled as I suddenly feel Yoko's head rest on my shoulder.

The unexpected contact makes my heart skip a beat, and I find myself frozen in place for a moment. It's the first physical contact we've had since last night, and I'm not sure how to react.

I look down at Yoko and notice that her eyes are closed, her breaths steady and even. It looks like she's fallen asleep.

Relief washes over me, knowing that she's finally relaxed enough to get some rest.

I watch Yoko's peaceful sleeping expression, and a sudden wave of affection washes over me. Without thinking, I find myself leaning in slightly and pressing a soft kiss onto the top of Yoko's head.

As soon as I do it, I freeze, realizing what I just did. My cheeks flush with a mix of guilt and affection.

I hope she doesn't wake up.

As if on cue, Yoko's eyes flutter open, and she looks up at me. My heart skips a beat as we lock eyes, the moment hanging heavy in the air. I'm not sure what to say or what to do.

Yoko stares at me for a moment longer before speaking up, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Faye..."

Her voice is soft, with a hint of vulnerability that I've rarely heard from her.

As I look into Yoko's eyes, I can see the hurt and pain reflected there. It's like she's on the verge of breaking down, her emotions threatening to spill over.

Seeing her in this state only serves to amplify my guilt and regret. I want to do something, but I'm paralyzed by the fear of making things worse.

"I thought you were asleep," I murmur. "I didn't mean to wake you up."

"Please...don't make me cry again." Her words are shaky, as if she's holding back tears.

Yoko's words catch me off guard. Her voice wavers slightly, and I can hear the pain in her tone. 

"You're doing it again," she mutters.

"Acting like nothing's wrong, like you can just ignore the problem and everything will be fine." Her words are filled with a mixture of sadness and anger.

My stomach twists with guilt as I realize the effect my simple kiss on her head has had on her. It's as if I've unintentionally brought back the painful memories of last night.

She's right. I'm trying to brush over the issue, acting like everything's fine.

I take a deep breath and try to speak more truthfully.

"I know I've messed things up. I just... I didn't mean to hurt you."

"But you did," she whispers. "You hurt me."

I watch as a single tear streams down Yoko's cheek, my heart clenching at the sight. Seeing her cry because of me breaks me in a way I wasn't prepared for.

I reach out tentatively, trying to wipe away the tear, but she pulls back slightly. The pain in her eyes is palpable, and it kills me to know that I'm the cause of it.

Yoko sniffles and looks away from me, her gaze distant. "I'll just ask Marissa to switch seats with me," she mutters.

The words are like a blow to my chest. I want to protest, to somehow fix things, but I don't know what to say.

Marissa gives me a sympathetic look as she gets up from her seat. She must have seen the pained expression on our faces.

I watch helplessly as the distance between Yoko and me physically grows, the gap widening not just in seating arrangement, but in the emotional space between us as well.

As Marissa settles into Yoko's former seat next to me, I can feel her eyes on me, silently asking if I'm alright.

She removes her airpods as she asks, "Hey, is everything okay?" she asks gently.

"What happened?"

I sigh and rub my temples, trying to find the right words.

"It's...complicated," I reply, still reeling from the emotions of the past few minutes.

Marissa watches me closely, her eyes filled with concern.

"I can tell," she says quietly. "You two looked pretty shaken up."

I sigh, running a hand through my hair to try and ease the tension. "Yeah, I hurt her feelings."

She looks at me with a somber expression, and then she sighs. "You know, we've been suspecting for a while now," she says bluntly.

"Ize and I have been sensing something between you and Yoko for months now."

Marissa's words catch me off guard, and my eyes widen in surprise.

"You've noticed something?" I ask, my voice faltering a bit.

Marissa nods, a gentle but firm gesture that confirms my fears.

"Yeah," she says softly. "We've all seen the way you two interact. It's hard not to notice."

I can feel the blood rush to my cheeks as Marissa's words sink in. I'm stunned that our behavior has been so transparent to the others. I had believed that we were being discreet.

"You all...you all knew?" I stammer out, feeling exposed.

She nods again, her gaze steady. "Yeah, P'wan has noticed it too," she replies.

"We all have." She adds softly.

Marissa's confirmation hits me like a ton of bricks. It means our secret isn't so secret after all. I lean back in my seat, feeling vulnerable and exposed.

Marissa leans in and puts a comforting hand on my arm. "Hey, it's alright," she reassures me. "You can talk to me, you know."

I force a small smile, appreciating Marissa's offer. "Thanks, Marissa," I say. "But I don't think I'm quite ready to talk about everything right now."

She nods, her gaze thoughtful. "It's alright, you don't have to force yourself to explain if you're not ready." She says quietly.

As the realization hits me that the others have known about my relationship with Yoko all along, a mix of relief and worry washes over me.

On one hand, I'm glad that I don't need to keep up the pretense. The fact that everyone knows about our relationship isn't as scary as I thought it would be. And they haven't reacted negatively, makes me feel less alone in this.

But on the other hand, I can't shake off the feeling of vulnerability, knowing that we haven't been as discreet as we thought.

My thoughts inevitably return to Yoko. I glance subtly over my shoulder, catching a glimpse of her sitting behind us.

Even from a small distance, I can see the tension in her shoulders, the slight frown on her face. She's avoiding looking at me, her gaze fixed out the window.