Operation: Win Nayeon's Heart - Day 4 of 7

There was something soft and ticklish on her nose. It smelled faintly like her almond-scented conditioner and though she had the urge to scratch her nose, she buried her face deeper into it, inhaling deeply. She slowly opened her eyes and all she could see were brunette locks obscuring her vision. Shifting her eyes downwards, she saw a pair of eyes looking back at her.

She smiled lazily, feeling giddy at being treated to the sight. "G'morning, unnie." It really felt like a good morning, waking up next to someone you love.

She was greeted by a close-eyed, toothy smile. "Good morning. Did you have a good sleep?"

Jeongyeon hummed in agreement. "Best sleep I've had in a while." They were still intertwined on the bed with Nayeon on her side, her arm around her shoulders. Nayeon's leg was placed over Jeongyeon's, half straddling her lower body. Jeongyeon's arm around her shoulders pulled Nayeon closer so she could plant a kiss on her forehead. Neither wanted to get up yet or even part so they stayed like that.

Nayeon sighed, feeling relaxed. "You're so comfortable, Jeongyeon. I wonder how I can manage to sleep at night without cuddling you."

The latter chuckled in a raspy voice. "Don't be silly, you sleep fine. I get what you mean by cuddling though." Nayeon was really cuddly, it almost felt like sleeping with a giant teddy bear. They've slept in one bed together multiple times before but they usually slept apart on both sides of the bed and sometimes with a pillow in between them. Jeongyeon couldn't believe she hadn't done this in the past when she had the chance. She wasn't lying when she said last night was the best sleep she's had in a while.

Sure, sleeping with a neck brace on was already difficult- twice more if you have someone sleeping beside you but they managed to make it work and make it comfortable. Jeongyeon could only imagine what it would feel like to sleep beside Nayeon without the brace on- how much closer can they be.

Nayeon tucked her head deeper into her hear, inhaling almond scent also present on her own hair. "You smell so good, too. You'd make the perfect girlfriend if you weren't mean to me all the time."

"Don't make me push you off the bed, unnie." Jeongyeon then teased her by placing a hand on her arm and pushing playfully. Nayeon whined and clung to her more to prevent her being pushed off. The younger girl's hand around Nayeon digging into the latter's side, making her squeal and squirm. Nayeon tried to pull away but Jeongyeon held onto her arm while her tickling hand dug deeper. "Yoo Jeongyeon, hajima!" she screeched, though she had a giggle in her tone.

"What did we say about funny business, you two?" a voice came from the doorway and both sat up the bed in panic- with Jeongyeon struggling a little- to see Seoyeon with a wide, creepy smile on her face.

Nayeon blushed at being caught like that and tried to pat down and brush through her disheveled hair. Jeongyeon growled at her sister. In annoyance, she grabbed the first thing she could reach- which was her pillow- and threw it at her. Seoyeon yelped as she jumped to the side to avoid it.

"Unnie, I do not want to deal with your crap so early in the morning. You have three seconds before I kick your ass out of here."

Seoyeon rolled her eyes, unfazed by the threat. "Whatever. Eomma told me to wake you both up, breakfast is ready. But if you'd rather stay here and tickle each other, who am I to stop you?" she walked away with a little wave to them, unaware of Nayeon holding down Jeongyeon. The latter had her alarm clock in hand, ready to throw it towards her obnoxious sister.

With her arms around Jeongyeon's waist to keep the irritated girl's arms to her side, Nayeon whispered in her ear, "Give me the alarm clock, Jeongyeon." She waited until Jeongyeon stopped struggling in her embrace then slowly removed her arms around her, being cautious in case Jeongyeon starts making a fuss again.

The younger girl took a deep breath and placed the clock on Nayeon's open palm. "Sorry about that. She knows how irritant I am in the morning yet takes great pleasure in setting me off."

Giggling slightly, Nayeon leans in to place a kiss on Jeongyeon's cheek. "Stop being so grumpy then." She stood from the bed, stretching her arms up to the ceiling. Her shirt rose up and Jeongyeon could see a sliver of her taut abdomen and bellybutton from underneath the pajama. The black garter from the underwear she borrowed was peaking out from under the pants as well.

Jeongyeon blushed a little at the sight and looked away, clearing her dry throat. She stood up as well and said to Nayeon, "Come on, let's go. I'm starving."

"Just a sec. I need to go freshen up. You can go ahead if you like," the older girl said and disappeared into the hallway towards the bathroom.

Jeongyeon makes her way to the dining room and flinched as she saw her family already sitting on the table, staring at her with creepy smiles on their faces, much like the ones Seoyeon wore when she went to wake them up a few moments ago. Speaking of which, that smile was present on Seoyeon's face again, sending a tingle up her spine. Though there were a lot more food on the table than usual since Nayeon was visiting. The table was filled with various mouth watering dishes but Jeongyeon couldn't bring herself to be excited to eat knowing her family was probably going to interrogate and tease her endlessly. She just hopes they won't do it blatantly when Nayeon arrives.

"So... how was sleep, dear?" her mother asked, wiggling her eyebrows. It was obvious Seoyeon had already told them what she saw but Jeongyeon wouldn't put it past her to exaggerate things. Green-minded pabo, we were only tickling, Jeongyeon mentally reproached.

Their maknae blushes beet red and stammers, "A-Aish, why do you need to ask that?" she hurriedly sits down on an empty chair.

"Seoyeon found you two all cuddled up and in a tickling fight, of course we'd be curious," Seungyeon said, sitting back on the chair and crossing her arms. "So did anything interesting happen between you two yesterday?"

"Nothing worth mentioning, now drop it," Jeongyeon said, her voice lowering at the end as she heard footsteps from behind her. Turning around, she greeted Nayeon with a smile. The latter returned it and bowed before Jeongyeon's family. She then sat on the empty seat to Jeongyeon's right.

"Good morning, Nayeon," her father said. "How was your day yesterday? Jeongyeon wasn't too much trouble, was she?" He threw a teasing glance at Jeongyeon and received a piercing glare in return.

"It was alright, abeonim. Jeongyeon was well behaved."

Jeongyeon interjected, "Nayeon-unnie is harder to control than me, you know. And I'm not a little kid to be watched over anymore!"

"Stop acting like one then," Seungyeon scolded her, rolling her eyes.

Seoyeon, on the other hand, turned to Nayeon and gave an apologetic smile. "I'm really sorry you have to put up with her. She's in the final stages of her Grinch transformation which will happen anytime soon so you'll have to excuse her behavior." Nayeon giggled at that.

Jeongyeon grumbled under her breath, feeling wronged. "I swear, you treat her more like a sister than me, unnie. It's like she's the real Yoo out of the two of us." She then took a sip of her orange juice.

"Well, I wouldn't mind if she was a Yoo," her mother said with perfect nonchalance, glancing at her daughter with a little smirk on her lips.

Jeongyeon's drink went down the wrong pipe at the double meaning behind her mother's statement and she ended up coughing a little of her juice out. Nayeon immediately went to pat her back, holding a towel under the latter's mouth and wiping at the liquid running down her chin though there was a dust of pink on her cheeks.

Once Jeongyeon had collected her bearings, she stared straight at her mother with pleading eyes, silently asking her to stop with the teasing. Her mother couldn't keep a straight face anymore after that and chuckled. Jeongyeon shook her head in disbelief. My family is crazy.

"Actually, I'd be honored to be a Yoo," Nayeon said to her mother, smiling. "But I can't marry into the family so I'd only be an honorary Yoo."

"Why not marry Jeo- ow!" Seoyeon started but she ended up howling in pain as she suddenly felt something collide with her shin. Looking under the table, she found it was Jeongyeon's foot. The two glared at each other before Nayeon placed a hand on Jeongyeon's shoulder to placate her and asked, "Quit it, Jeong. What were you going to say, unnie?"

Jeongyeon turned to her with a stony expression. "She meant Bomb. If you want to become an official Yoo, why don't you marry Bomb?" Seungyeon and her parents were snickering at the exchange. Nayeon looked strangely at her but nodded and decided to drop the subject.

...

Breakfast went on smoothly. Jeongyeon was tuning them out most of the time as they converse with Nayeon. They were mostly talking about what was going on in her life nowadays and Jeongyeon practically knew everything about Nayeon's last few weeks so there was no use engaging in their discussion.

Her family decided to stay in for the day but Nayeon had plans to go out with Jeongyeon. Her clothes from yesterday have been washed and dried so she wore her jeans and trainers but she borrowed an old collared blue shirt from Seungyeon to replace her white button-up shirt. Having been warned against wearing anything white, Jeongyeon deduced they'd be doing something that would get them dirty. She wore a black collared shirt similar to Nayeon's, black ripped jeans, sneakers, and a charcoal grey overcoat. She lent a brown jacket to Nayeon since it was quite chilly outside. Of course, they also went out with caps and masks as to not get recognized.

Though Jeongyeon knew how to drive and wanted to drive for Nayeon, she settled into the front seat. She didn't bother persuading Nayeon to let her drive. In her current state, she'd cause more harm than good and she doesn't trust herself to be able to drive them to their destination safely. Besides, she still didn't know where Nayeon planned to take her so it was better that the latter drive them there.

"Can't I get a hint, unnie?" Jeongyeon asked. She'd been bugging Nayeon about what they were going to do for almost an hour now. The older girl was surprisingly patient with how annoying Jeongyeon was getting.

"We're nearly there, Jeongyeon. Just wait for a while, arasseo?" Nayeon said.

Pouting, Jeongyeon relented and looked out the window to admire the landscape. All she knew was that the route they were taking was the way to Icheon but she didn't know what they could be doing there. It's been a long time- and the only time- since she visited Icheon with her family, she was still around five or six years old. She remembered her sisters wanted to take a pottery making class there but Jeongyeon threw a tantrum since she didn't want to go so her parents decided to cancel it and go to a theme park instead. Seungyeon and Seoyeon ignored her for a whole week after that incident.

Jeongyeon slapped her forehead as she finally figured it out. She turned to Nayeon with her whole body. "Pottery making?!" she exclaimed, excitement starting to fill her being. It was a blessing in disguise that Nayeon decided they'd go for that particular activity. Her goal for today is to initiate as much skinship as possible and she's been given the perfect excuse to do so. Not only that but she'd always wanted to try it, she just never had the chance.

"Yes, I booked us a 90-minute pottery class in the Ceramics Village," Nayeon confirmed, laughing a little. "Took you long enough. I mean what else could Icheon be famous for except for arts and crafts?"

The latter huffed, leaning back into her seat. "I barely even remember going there, much less what they are famous for. What made you decide we should attend a class?"

"I remembered you mention once that you were interested in pottery making and I wanted to try something new." She glanced at Jeongyeon, looking a little nervous. "Or we could do something else if you don't want to."

Jeongyeon flashed her a reassuring smile and placed her hand on top of Nayeon's shaky one on the gear. "It's fine, unnie. I'm good with whatever you choose, I'm open to anything. I can't believe you even remembered I wanted to do that."

"I'd be a bad unnie if I can't remember things like that about you." Jeongyeon squeezed her hand for that remark.

Fifteen minutes later, they've arrived in the city and Nayeon stopped by at a diner to get some lunch. It wasn't a long drive, it only took Nayeon about forty minutes to drive there but they'd left the house pretty late and now it's lunchtime. Despite eating a lot during breakfast, Jeongyeon was feeling pretty famished and was thankful for the stop.

They spent the rest of their time roaming around Ceramics Village admiring the pots, pottery kilns, and ceramic statues displayed around the area. The place was pretty packed, there were even some students and their teacher on their field trip. They both had to make sure their faces were covered, they wouldn't want a mob of teenagers chasing after them.

Jeongyeon was amazed at the intricate designs found on the pots and wished she could create something as beautiful as them too. One particular design caught her eye. While Nayeon excused herself to look for a restroom, Jeongyeon took the chance to closely study a ceramic bowl from one shop. The bowl itself was simple but what interested her was the image of a blooming Sakura tree and the silhouette of a girl painted on its surface. The tree stood tall though its pink leaves were blown by the wind while the girl had a hand on its trunk, her dress and long, silky black tresses flowing against the wind. She was mesmerized and ended up staring at the piece of art.

"May I help you, dear?" She was startled as an old woman appeared beside her with a warm smile on her face. Jeongyeon bowed shyly at her. "I see you are quite taken by this." The old woman pointed at the bowl she had been staring at.

"Oh... yeah," Jeongyeon answered meekly, scratching her cheek. "I was just..."

"No need to be bashful, dear. I find myself staring at it sometimes, too. It's my husband's favorite creation, he kept it in our room in a sort of shrine but the poor thing was collecting dust so after his passing, I wanted to display it here to honor his memory."

"I'm sorry for your loss."

"Don't be. He had a long, favorable life and he passed away peacefully in the night. I couldn't ask for more."

"Um... if you don't mind me asking, why did he choose to paint that image?" Jeongyeon was genuinely curious. There was something about that image that called out to her but she didn't know what could it be.

The old woman smiled kindly at her. "My husband is of Japanese descent," she started. "He grew up listening to Japanese legends and myths but his favorite was the legend of Sakura, the cherry blossoms. Do you know of the story?"

Jeongyeon shook her head. "It takes place in the middle of a war. It was a time of misery, when feudal lords fought against each other and countless men have died in gruesome battles. The only place you'd find peace is in a beautiful forest with fragrant flowers and lively trees that no one would dare touch. However, there was a young tree named Yohiro in the forest that people may think have been through the war as well; it was leafless, gaunt, and desolate. No animal would come near it and the grass has not grown around it, as if the creatures were afraid of to be infected by its ominous presence.

"A fairy has taken pity on Yohiro and has decided to help it. With her powers, she cast upon it a spell that would last for twenty years. The spell granted the tree the ability to feel human emotions like happiness and love. It would also be able to turn into a plant and human whenever it pleased. They hoped that the spell would make it happy and it could finally blossom into a beautiful tree. The downside is that if Yohiro is unable to blossom within the time limit, its life would come to an end.

"For a long time, the tree turned into a human and stayed in that form to see if it would blossom with human emotions but it was disappointed as everywhere it looked, there was only war. After seeing this, it turned back into a plant. Years have passed and nothing has changed, the tree couldn't find a way to end its misery no matter how hard it tried. One day, it turned into a human again to try its luck. It took a walk near a stream and found a young lady by the name of Sakura. Entranced with her beauty, Yohiro decided to approach her. Sakura showed it kindness and in return, Yohiro helped her transport water to her house nearby. They developed a close relationship after that, spending most of their time together.

"It wasn't long before Yohiro fell in love with Sakura. After pining for her for a while, he decided to confess to her and reveal what he truly is: a tree that is about to die because it couldn't blossom. In her shock, Sakura left him in silence. Time had gone by and Yohiro's twenty years are almost up. He had turned back into a tree, feeling depressed with how things had went down between them. It was an afternoon when Sakura showed up and hugged its trunk. It turned out that she felt the same for the tree and wanted it to live.

"As she said that, the fairy reappeared and gave Sakura two choices: Yohiro could remain a human or she could merge with him in tree form. She thought of the war and chose to merge with him. With Sakura and Yohiro becoming one, the tree blossomed. After everything that Yohiro went through, he was finally able to blossom with the help of his true love; Sakura was his salvation. This just proves that true love can go a long way and even bring out the best version of ourselves. We just have to embrace it and be honest about our feelings."

From the start, Jeongyeon was already listening with rapt attention. When the story was finished, she could feel goosebumps all over her arms and a sense of enlightenment wash over her. "Daebak, thank you for sharing the legend with me, halmeoni. That was very interesting."

The old woman chuckled. "It's an old tale but you learn a lot from these stories." Taking Jeongyeon's hand in both of hers, she continued, "I hope you find your true love out there. They may be closer than you think if you know how to look."

"Jeongyeon-ah!" came a voice from behind the old woman. They both turned around to find Nayeon running towards her and waving at her. "Come on! It's almost 2!"

The old woman turned back to see Jeongyeon. Though she had a mask to cover her face, she could tell she was smiling behind it. "Based on the sparkle in your eyes, I think you've already found it," she said, chuckling.

Jeongyeon just nodded absentmindedly, her eyes still focused on Nayeon. "You think so, halmeoni?"

"I know what love looks like, my dear. You stick around the world long enough to notice people who are in love just by looking into their eyes. That and you can't stop staring at her." She squeezed Jeongyeon's hand to make the latter turn to her. "No matter what happens, keep holding onto her and never let go. All your efforts will be worth it in the end, you'll see."

"Wait, how did you-?"

"I've been looking for you all over! What's going on?" Nayeon cut her off, approaching them. The old woman let go of Jeongyeon's hand and Nayeon was quick to grab it, bowing to her. "I'm sorry, halmeoni. Is she bothering you?"

Both ignoring Jeongyeon's noise of complaint, the old woman laughed heartily. "Nothing of the sort, dear. Don't worry, I was only entertaining her. Now, I understand you both have somewhere else to be?"

"Oh, yeah. We better get going if we want to make it to the pottery making. Thank you for watching over this kid, halmeoni." Nayeon bowed to her again and dragged away a protesting Jeongyeon with her. The old woman laughed at the duo and watched them disappear into the crowd of people with a smile.

...

Jeongyeon looked around the spacious workshop, regretting for a moment taking up the pottery class. The room was relatively clean, everything was in their proper places and she can see it was cleaned regularly but there were splattered and dried clay all over the cement floor and she wanted nothing more than to scrub the hell out of it right now. She was ashamed to admit that minor detail was irritating her. She relied on the feeling of Nayeon's hand in hers to calm her down and ignore the mess.

The walls were lined with racks and filled with different kinds of pots and other ceramics. There were a total of eight sets of low tables and stools with pottery wheels on top and a pedal on the floor, four on both sides of the room, and there was a long wooden table in middle of the room. Two tables had already been set up for them with a big mold of grey, stoneware clay on each of their wheels and had a bowl of water, a sponge, a spool of thread, a cardboard, and what looks like a piece of wood cut by the edges to resemble a makeshift wooden knife.

The lady in front of them was supposed to be their teacher for today. She had greying hair and visible wrinkles on her forehead. Jeongyeon assumed she was at least fifty. She wore a black, long sleeved shirt with the sleeves rolled up to her elbows, jeans, green wellington boots, and a leather apron tied around her waist. She had a name tag clipped to the apron with the name "Lee Yuri" in printed letters.

She bowed at them in greeting. "Annyeonghaseyo, Im Nayeon-ssi and Yoo Jeongyeon-ssi. My name is Lee Yuri and I'll be your instructor for today."

Nayeon and Jeongyeon bowed as well, returning the sentiment. "Thank you for giving us your time, seonsaengnim," Nayeon said.

"Not a problem, Nayeon-ssi. Before we start, there is a rack behind you with aprons. You may take off your coats and shoes and just place them on or by the rack then you should wear the aprons. It is fortunate you're both wearing non-white clothing, the clay can be difficult to get out of your clothes, especially if they dry. There are a pair of boots like mine for you to wear so your shoes won't get dirty. You can remove your masks as I am bound by confidentiality and I would tell no one of your visit. I would also advise you to tie your hair, you wouldn't want the clay sticking there."

They did as they were told and went to their own tables. A few minutes had gone by when they started, Jeongyeon listened attentively to their instructor. They started off with a thirty minute lecture about the basics of pottery making, demonstrating to them how its done before they could start molding their own clay, and answering their questions about the process. The instructor had them choose a type of ceramic they wanted to mold. They both settled on a cylindrical pot so they could have a contest and see which one of them could make a better one. Jeongyeon felt confident she could outdo Nayeon despite her only experience of clay molding was during a music video shooting with Sana a few years back.

Based on the demonstration, Jeongyeon found the process was quite simple; she was a fast learner and doubted she would need help in the unlikely event that she'd miss a step. It was the practical aspect that she knew she'd have a hard time executing. Recalling what the instructor showed them, she first patted down the clay into a sort of gumdrop shape with her hands then placed it on the center of her pottery wheel and patting it down again while stepping on the pedal to pat it down evenly. When the clay looked more or less like a burger bun, she sped up the wheel, kept it running, and dipped her hands in the water.

Locking her elbows into her hips and thighs, she pressed with both hands at the bottom of the damp clay to center it then slowly pressed upwards to mold the clay into a cone-like shape with a somewhat bulbous end. With her left hand, she placed it on the side of the clay to help keep it centered while she placed the edge of her right palm on the top of the clay and pushed down to compress it. She remembered the instructor mentioning the techniques were called "coning up" and "coning down".

Using the fingers of her right hand, she dug into the bottom inch of the clay and pressed with the palm of her left hand so it would look more even on the sides. As per their instructor's advise, she slowed down her pedaling a little since she was ready to open and pull up walls on her clay. She wrapped her hands around the clay and her thumbs pressed down on the center to dig into it, stopping about an inch before her thumbs would reach the bottom. Slowly, she spread her thumbs apart to widen the opening while trying to maintain the bottom flat. She kept widening it until her walls were about an inch thick and curled her thumbs so the walls would be thinner than the rim. She then grabbed her sponge and smoothed out the interior of her clay.

She was so immersed into what she was doing that she failed to notice the astonished expressions of the two other occupants of the room. Nayeon was looking at her with wide eyes and her mouth slightly open while the instructor had her brows raised as they stared at the scene.

Finally, Nayeon let out a sigh. "Heol, how are you so good at that?" She looked at her own and saw she wasn't even halfway done with hers, she was so mesmerized at the sight of Jeongyeon working. "You've never looked so attractive when you're that focused."

Jeongyeon giggled, not taking her eyes off her clay. "I honestly don't know I had it in me. I just followed what seonsaengnim showed us earlier."

"Have you ever thought of becoming a potter after retiring from your idol life, Jeongyeon-ssi? You're very talented with the wheel," Yuri said to her.

"I haven't thought about it but this will be my new hobby for sure," Jeongyeon claimed and sat up, admiring her work. She had finished with her cylinder which now looks like a flower pot and it looked like Yuri's own. "Is this okay, seonsaengnim?"

"It looks great, Jeongyeon-ssi. With how your product turned out, I would've thought you've been doing this for years. You have skilled hands."

Jeongyeon blushed at the compliment. "I can remove this now, right?"

"It's alright, I can do it myself. Removing the clay from the wheel can be quite difficult and you should take extra care with it. I'd hate for this work of art to be disfigured." Jeongyeon nodded and stood up from her seat. She walked towards Nayeon and looked to see how she was doing. The older girl was still in the process of coning down her clay.

Nayeon glanced at her and suddenly felt self-conscious that she accidentally pressed too hard on her clay, ruining the shape. She leaned back in surprise and whined in disappointment. She lifted her head to look at Jeongyeon and pouted, her eyes a little teary. "Jeongyeon-ah... how do you make it look so easy?"

"Ya, don't cry, pabo." Jeongyeon admonished her and took a nearby stool, placing it behind Nayeon before sitting on it. "Here, I'll help you."

Jeongyeon took Nayeon's hands in hers and placed them on the clay. "Cone it up again. Use your left to press up and your right to support or keep it centered." Nayeon did as told and coned up her clay. "Okay, now when you cone down, it'll be the opposite. Gently place the edge of your right palm on the top and have your left just stay on the side."

With Jeongyeon's help, Nayeon was able to finish her cylinder and though it wasn't like Jeongyeon's, it at least looked steady. Nayeon flashed her a huge toothy smile for her help. Yuri sent them away to clean themselves up as she took their pots to a rack to dry. Once they both finished washing their hands and faces for splattered clay, they went back to their instructor.

"It'll take a few weeks to dry and fire the pots but I can send them to you if you'd like as a souvenir," Yuri said. "You can write down an address for me or you can come by and pick them up yourselves. I certainly won't object to seeing you both again, it's not everyday I have celebrities booking a lesson with me." She finished with a laugh.

Nayeon and Jeongyeon laughed along with her. "I don't see why we can't come back here again," Nayeon said, putting her arms in the sleeves of the jacket Jeongyeon held up for her. "But we're going to be busy in the next weeks so we can't stop by. You can just send them to the company, we'll notify our managers to look out for deliveries."

"Arasseo." Yuri bowed to them. "Our session has come to an end. It's been a pleasure teaching you both. I hope you'll come again soon."

They bowed in return, thanked the instructor, and made their way out of the venue with smiles on their faces. It was still pretty early so they spent their remaining time exploring the village one last time before going home. They roamed around the place for about an hour before Nayeon said it was time to go. They made their way to the parking lot towards Nayeon's car, ready for the journey back home. Before they could enter the vehicle, Jeongyeon pulled Nayeon into a hug. "Thanks for this day, Nayeon-unnie. I really enjoyed it."

Nayeon patted Jeongyeon's back. "I'm glad you did, Jeongyeon. It was fun and I loved spending these past few days with you. Let's do this again sometime, ne?" Jeongyeon nodded eagerly before pulling away. She opened the car door for Nayeon to get in then went to her side of the car. The pair drove off, feeling tired but happy.

As the car sped through the highway and the landscape came into view, Jeongyeon couldn't help but glance towards Nayeon, her heart beating steadily in her chest. The day had gone by quickly and she was quite sad it had to end. Nevertheless, she was content with how it went.

She frowned as her thoughts turned to the old woman from earlier who gave her a sort of new motivation and maybe a forewarning for what will come. She didn't know how a stranger knew something was going to happen but for whatever reason, she believed her. Turning her eyes back on the road, she resolved to heed the advice given to her and promised to never let go... no matter what happens.