Jeong | 2Yeon

(• Four - Hope •)

Jeongyeon's POV

Sana spit her drink out from her nose. "What?!?"

Tzuyu burst into laughter. "Oh man, did that go through your nose, Sana?"

She grabbed a napkin and wiped her nose. "Oh, yep, and it stings. Oooooow!"

I giggled. "Guys! Task at hand!"

They both calmed down. 

"There's just no was it's her, Jeong," Sana said, blowing her nose.

"There are plenty of people named Nayeon in the world," Tzuyu said.

"Not Im Nayeon," I added.

"You know for sure?" Sana raised an eyebrow.

"Well, um, no . . . but she looks exactly like her!" I yelled.

"I'm not sure, hun," Tzuyu took a bite from her pasta.

"I mean what're the odds?" Sana said, waving her fork in the air.

"Pretty low," I mumbled out.

Tzuyu put her hand on my shoulder, changing her tone, clearly noticing how down I was. "Maybe we're wrong."

"Unlikely." Tzuyu shot Sana a look. "What?"

"Supportive, Sana! SUP-POR-TIVE!" Tzuyu put emphasis on each new syllable.

Sana sighed. "I guess there is a chance it's your Nayeon."

"But what happens when I tell her?" I took a sip from my cup.

"Tell her what?" Tzuyu asked.

"That I'm her old boyfriend!" I yelled.

Sana bit her lip. "Maybe she'll be okay with it?"

"Fat chance," I chuckled out.

"Come on, Jeong. Have some hope," Sana smiled.

"Yeah, hun," Tzuyu put her hand on mine and squeezed it. "You'll be okay."