Jeong | 2Yeon

(• Fifteen - Worst •)

Jeongyeon's POV

I walked with my hand in Nayeon's. Her hands were soft and small, fitting seemingly perfect in mine.

I remember what it felt like all those years ago. It was exactly the same.

A woman looking around 23 walks up to us. "Are you two a couple?"

Nayeon smiles at me and I smile back.

"Yes." Nayeon says.

The woman smiles. "You two are very cute."

We laugh, thank her, and continue walking.

I start to really notice Nayeon's dress. It's long and flowy, unlike mine. It's a soft white color with an ombré to black on the bottom.
We were kinda matching, even though we didn't do it on purpose.

As we walked along, a man this time stopped us.

"If you don't mind me asking," he started, "are you two sisters or friends?"

Nayeon and I chuckled.

"We're actually dating," I said this time.

I watched his expression drop.

"You two are going to burn in hell."

The man stomped off and bumped into a few people along the way.

I chuckled.

"Why are you laughing?" Nayeon looked up at me. She had tears in her eyes.

"Hey, hey," I said, wiping the tears from her cheeks. "He is wrong. We are not going to hell. It's more likely that he'll go to hell for discriminating."

Nayeon smiled. "He was the worse."

I laughed. "That the spirit!"