ozone 》TWICE

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IM NAYEON'S P.O.V.
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Being inside of a warm house when it's raining outside is so much better than having to endure it or trying to sneak into a shitty fast-food place to hide from it. And wearing another person's sweatshirt because you're kind of cold is a lot better than making yourself as small as possible by curling up into a ball.

Finally, resting on top of someone is so nice.

Jeongyeon is very, very confusing. I don't understand at all why she dislikes Jihyo so much. In fact, Jihyo has only been kind to me since I've climbed out of the van ( it was small and it smelled weird too). And I don't mean to brag, but I've always had a sense for good people. There's absolutely no way she's faking it. Especially when she allows me on her bed (on top of her, but it's the same thing) because I'm feeling too anxious to go back to sleep.

Jihyo opens her eyes, looking over my face, "Your heart isn't beating as fast. Are you feeling better?"

"I'm used to hearing storms, but it doesn't mean that I like them," I force out. I'm sure my heart will begin racing again when she lowers her voice. I glance over at Mina's sleeping figure and then Sana's. They're both still fast asleep. "It's too early."

"Is it?" Jihyo smiles, brushing my hair back.

"For storms, yes," I groan as quietly as I can, already burying my face back into Jihyo's neck. I don't mean to be completely weird, but she smells so nice and her breathing is so calming. She puts Sana's perfume to shame. "I'm sorry for waking you. Jeongyeon's door was shut and I didn't want to bother her, and you're the only one I'm used to so far and-"

"You never have to apologize to me. My job is to take care of you," Jihyo drops her hand beside me in what I'm assuming is an attempt to grab the blanket. "Do you want to get up and do something for the others? Tzuyu is usually the first one up around this time, and I'm sure she's hungry."

"I'm not a very good cook." I try arguing, but Jihyo laughs and shakes her head.

"I'll have to teach you then."

Jihyo ties her hair up once we're prepared enough and changes into a sleeveless shirt (she said that her sleeves would just keep falling down), and I'm kind of surprised that she isn't cold. Staying cold all the time must be me getting too old I assume.

The thought of my age makes me wonder how old Jihyo is. She never told us when we first came here. She doesn't look super young or super old, but she acts very mature. Then again it could just be first impressions.

Halfway through when Jihyo is stirring a mixture in a bowl and I'm attempting my very best to cut some strawberries, Jeongyeon comes into the kitchen, rubbing at her eyes. When she opens them, she simply makes a face, "You're cooking?"

"You're talking to me?" Jihyo teases (at least I hope she is).

"I have to. Don't expect anymore than a few words," Jeongyeon shrugs, coming up behind me. "Do you need help, Nayeon?"

"No," I bite my lip as I try to slice through another strawberry. It doesn't work as smoothly as I'd hoped, so with a sigh, I correct myself, "Maybe."

"Thought so. Hey, Jihyo? You know the girl was using the damn knife upside down?"

"Nayeon, sweetie," Jihyo sighs, turning around to come up on my other side. I groan and cover my face because who the hell holds a knife wrong? "No wonder you were having such a hard time!"

"You're not upset are you?" I uncover my face when Jeongyeon (her hands feel different from Jihyo's) touches my wrist as gentle as possible. "I was only teasing."