More 2YEON Oneshots

The End Is Our Beginning

Jeongyeon swept through her apartment with tactical precision, grabbing bottles of water, half a dozen chocolate covered granola bars, a mini first aid kit, and a sharp, four inch switchblade her father had given her years ago that she jammed into her left boot. It wasn't much in terms of weaponry, but the knife brought her a sense of security and she wouldn't have any problems using it to scare off ill intentioned people. With all her supplies finally gathered, she stuffed them into a well used backpack, throwing in a pair of socks and undergarments at the last second, just in case. Enough supplies to keep her going if things went south and coming back to the apartment was no longer an option.

Another emergency alert blared from her phone but she didn't pay it any mind, swiping at the screen to stop the shrill sound. There wasn't time to worry about that right now; she had a job to do. Jeongyeon pulled a faded Polaroid from her back pocket and unfolded it with great care, revealing a young woman with a wide, happy smile and a pair of Jeongyeon's sunglasses perched on her head. Jeongyeon smiled faintly then brought the picture to her lips and pressed a gentle kiss to it. "I'm coming," she whispered like a prayer. The sudden roar of jets flying overhead made her heart race, and she even flinched down instinctively before gathering herself.

Her cellphone came to life again, only this time Jeongyeon actually paid attention. She answered the call quickly, jamming the phone against her ear while she shrugged on her backpack. "I'm leaving now Hyo."

"Be careful Jeongyeon. They're saying Seoul is gridlocked. I don't know how much time you have left." Jihyo's voiced echoed on the other side while the sounds of her family could be heard in the background. "Are you sure about this?"

"I'm not leaving without her Jihyo. You know I can't," Jeongyeon said quietly. Her best friend sighed and the silence hung between them for a few fragile moments, weighted with the unspoken fear that they might never see each other again, that this might be the last time they spoke. "We'll see you soon Hyo. Tell eomma I'm expecting her potato pancakes when we get there."

Jihyo let out a watery laugh. "She'll have a whole platter just for you. Stay safe, pabo. I want you here in one piece alright? I won't forgive you if you get hurt, you hear me Yoo Jeongyeon?"

"Yeah, I hear you," Jeongyeon choked, fighting to hold back her tears. "I love you Jihyo."

"I love you t—"

The connection cut suddenly, and Jeongyeon's heart sank when she saw the 'no signal' message in the upper corner of the screen. It was time to go. Now.

Moments later, she slipped out of her first floor apartment with her bag strapped to her back and a black helmet secured under her left arm. Outside was far from the peaceful streets of Seoul that she once knew and loved. Now there was nothing but chaos and the thick, heavy weight of unadulterated fear mixed with a sickening sense of dread. People ran to and fro as Jeongyeon made her way down the sidewalk, acting like chickens with their heads cut off. She saw the Jeon family from the third floor stuffing suitcases into the back of their suv while their son watched everything with wide, innocent eyes. Further ahead in the courtyard, a woman she didn't recognize was squatted with her head clutched between her knees, rocking back and forth while she mumbled unintelligible words. Jeongyeon didn't stop. She breathed a sigh of relief when her bike came into view, right where she'd left it a few hours ago.