𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐓𝐘; park jisung

1.07

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Hours later, Hana wound up at the mansion of the 127 members. It was her first time being there, and it was just as grandiose as Forte.

It happened when Jisung came back to Forte for a few moments, before leaving out of the garage door again. Curiously, Hana asked Jeno where Jisung was headed, and Jeno informed her he was going to the 127 mansion to meet with the members and trade intel. Hana, driven by the wish to see her brother, followed Jisung into the garage and ambushed him, asking to go with him. Hesitantly, he agreed--not wanting to deny her the opportunity of seeing her brother--yet still showing no emotion as Hana wondered when he'd start being vulnerable around her.

That's how they ended up there at the 127 mansion. After Jungwoo caught up with his sister, his presence was asked for in their conference call room and he left his sister, giving her full permission to look around the place.

It was unreal to Hana that her brother was back into her life. For too long, she hoped and anticipated for the day she'd see Jungwoo again. Now that she was at that moment in her life, she couldn't process it actually being true. Irregardless, she was more than glad.

She couldn't help but marvel at the grandeur. The cozy furnishings spoke with a modern luxury, yet this place felt like a home, moreso than property.

Her favorite room she'd seen so far was a sunlit reading nook in a random corner of the house, bathed in natural light with shelves overflowed with books and a mini-garden throughout.

She found herself admiring another room, evidently a medic room. In one corner stood a small hospital-like bed, its crisp white sheets neatly arranged.

Against the opposite wall, shelves were lined with neatly organized medical supplies, a small washing sink and a compact desk.

Near the door, a bulletin board displayed schedules and notes. Hana assumed it were a testament to the busy lives of Taeil and Doyoung, whom she knew as NCT's medics. She felt admiration for their dedication toward their craft. They created a space to practice medicine while helping their own members in urgent times.

Next, she found herself in a hallway, and she was rather lost but not focused on that. These particular walls seemed to hold items with sentimental value--framed photos, trophies, crafts. One in particular caught her eye by some yards away. She neared it slowly, almost dreading what she might see.

It was a medium sized frame standing on a high shelf. It was of her and Jungwoo earlier in life. They were young, Hana looking to be around five years old meaning Jungwoo was likely nine or ten. Jungwoo had an arm around her, squeezing her next to him, the two cheek to cheeck. Both had toothy joyous smiles, Hana's developing smile missing several teeth.

The setting was so clearly their mother's bed, her pillows were how she normally arranged them and the same synthetic potted plant she kept above her headboard for years, as she was much too busy juggling a job and two kids to nurture an actual plant, and the singular wall painted a deep green.

The trigger came unexpectedly as she eyed the framed photo, her chest growing heavy. That same bed photographed was the bed she saw her only parent laying dead on--the same bed she attempted shaking her mother awake, the same bed she cried into while she waited for paramedics to arrive. The room she hadn't seen those seven years since that day she said goodbye.