Chances °(2yeon)°

Jeongyeon's Present

Nayeon didn't thought that Sana is a great conversationalist. Sana was talking most of the time but instead of being annoyed, Nayeon found herself wanting to hear more about Sana's stories.

"How about you? Any silly experiences?" Sana later inquired.

"Me? Umm...no." Nayeon answered.

"Really? Never broke any rules?"

"Well..." Nayeon thought hard. "I skipped class with my boyfriend before."

Sana stopped for a moment and looked at Nayeon. She couldn't believe she's going to be roommates with a saint.

"What?" Nayeon stopped her tracks too and met Sana's gaze.

"Nevermind."

They turned a curb and then they saw 3 different gates at the street across.

"So here we are." Sana announced.

"So this is it?" Nayeon.

The three big gates that were made of steel were separated with walls and guardhouses. The inside has an array of houses.

"So these are the JYP dorms. Sorry we can't get in since we're not officially enrolled yet, but our house is sonewhere inside the middle gate." Sana said pointing to the big middle gate.

"Why is it so.... big?" Nayeon asked.

"You mean, luxurious?" Sana smiled. "Well, living in the dorms are quite a privilege so expect that it would be THAT fine."

"Privilege?" Nayeon repeated.

"Yes, privilege." The other one confirmed. "The first gate are dorms for graduate students here. The third one are for the JYP athletes and the middle one are for the top students academically. Each gates has 15 houses in it. Got it?"

Nayeon seemed to close in on the "Top students" part Sana mentioned. She couldn't believe she could live here when she barely passed the entrance exam. Something must be wrong here. But wait, so Sana...

Nayeon must've looked at Sana judgingly so Sana tried guessing what's inside Nayeon's mind.

"Chill, I'm not that smart." Sana chuckled.

"But..."

"We got connection, princess. Sometimes, it's more usefull than brains." Sana said winking at her before walking back to where they came from.

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Jeongyeon walked out of her room after tucking her sister to bed. Her sister was now asleep. She couldn't moved on from the conversation she had with Sungyeon at dinner. She thought her sister was being passive and unattentive about it but it seems like they all thought wrong.

A couple of minutes later, she was knocking at her car's door. It seems like her driver fell asleep inside. She couldn't blame him though, it was already a very ungodly hour.

However, the driver - Sungjae - was still floating inside oblivion, unaware of his master's knocks, until his phone was furiously vibrating in his chest pocket.

"Hello?" He groggily answered.

"Open the door."

"What? Who is this?" Still half-asleep.

"It's me. Open the door."

After a few seconds, Sungjae felt a familiar sensation in his gut by the voice and jolted upright when he realize the owner of the voice. His fingers automatically sensed the unlock button of the car and positioned himself.

Jeongyeon went inside after the car has been opened. SungJae didn't managed to ask the destination because Jeongyeon handed him a piece of paper with address in it.

"Don't ask anything or tell another soul about it." Jeongyeon said.

Sungjae nodded and took a proper breath before driving into the night streets.

After half an hour, SungJae found himself stopping right in front of a hospital. He had no idea why his master was there but he was told to not ask anything.

His master also told her to park the car anywhere near and to come with her. So he did just as told.

The hallways was eerie and quiet, as expected in a hospital. He was following the girl's step who is unflinching by the quietness. It seemes like they are the only living souls in the place, but he was told to ask no questions so even if he has goosebumps all over his body, he didn't say a word.

They stopped at the last room of the hallway on God knowd what floor. Jeongyeon pushed some buttons at the door and it opened. She motioned SungJae to come inside.

"Jeongyeon-ah?" Came a voice.

"Eomma." Jeongyeon answered.

Her mother was awoken from her slumber beside the hospital.

"Appa." Jeongyeon turned to the man lying on the hospital bed.

The only answer heard through out the room was the steady beeps of the heart monitor.

"You're here my baby." Her mother sweetly said.

"How's dad?" She answered.

"He moved his fingers last day. The doctors said he might wake up in the next few days. Isn't it great? Your father is doing well." Her mother held his father's hand tighter.

"That's good then. Because Sungyeon is already asking questions." Jeongyeon replied.

"How's her therapy? Is she doing good?"

"She is."

"Have you enrolled already?" Her mother inquired.

"I'm not interested."

"But you need to." Her mother argued.

Jeongyeon doesn't answer.

"I'm sorry." Her mother suddenly spoke.

Jeongyeon looked at her mother.

"I know I'm not the best mother lately and putting all of this in your shoulders is unfair, but I have no other choice. You're the only one I can trust." Her mother was holding back her sobs.

"I know." Jeongyeon responded. "I'm doing my best."

Their room was again filled with silence with Jeongyeon not bothering to look in her mother's direction and her mother giving up on trying to converse with Jeongyeon.

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