A/N: This is somewhat of a filler chapter but it's not going to feel that way lmao
Anyways, enjoy!
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Before the nurse came in mid-morning, Nayeon had already returned after her pilates session.
The nurse in navy blue scrubs came in with a practiced quiet, holding a BP cuff in one hand with a chart resting on her forearm. She proceeded to take her blood pressure first then temperature with a thermometer she fished out of her pocket. Nayeon watched over the nurse moving around like a hawk though Jeongyeon thinks there was no need to. While the nurse was taking her pulse rate, she asked, "Are you experiencing any dizziness?"
"No."
The nurse nodded then continued, "What about nausea?"
Again, Jeongyeon answered, "No."
The answers came without much fanfare... everything did. Her vitals were normal, her pain was bearable, and the nurse said her recovery was progressing as expected. She was healing physically. Mentally, though? That's another story.
While the nurse was checking on her IV bag and the infusion monitor, the doctor came in with her tablet in hand and a polite smile on her face. She acknowledged Nayeon with a bow before addressing Jeongyeon. "Good morning, Jeongyeon-ssi. How are we feeling today?"
"I'm good, seonsaengnim."
"That's good to hear."
The nurse interjects for a bit to update the doctor regarding Jeongyeon's vitals then excused herself and exited the room after having finished her tasks.
When she was gone, the doctor turned back to Jeongyeon. "How's the pain?"
Jeongyeon repeated what she had said earlier. "Bearable."
Truth to be told, the pain never disappears. It also was never just one thing. The base of her neck where the injury originated felt the worst. The ache was dull, heavy, and exhausting but beneath it was the threat of something sharper. Even a little movement could send a jolt of pain down her shoulder, into her arm, until it reached her fingertips. It wasn't a debilitating pain but it was sudden enough that her breath hitches when it comes and goes every once in a while. Though there was some truth to her statement about the pain being bearable, it was mostly due to her medication that helps soften it. But, again, it never disappears. It lingers.
She wasn't going to say otherwise in front of Nayeon but something about her must have given it away because the doctor looked like she was aware Jeongyeon wasn't being entirely truthful. There was a clarity behind her lens and she nodded like she understood. "We'll keep you on steroids for now," she said. "Your dosage will stay the same. We'll taper it once you're more stable."
Jeongyeon hummed in acknowledgement like she understood exactly what that meant.
"Are you experiencing any side effects so far?"
Jeongyeon paused long enough to consider it.
There had been one issue she unconsciously ignored. This is not to say she hasn't been made aware of it. The doctors had mentioned it in passing, reassured her that her body might feel off while she was on medication. She had nodded and accepted it when they explained then promptly pushed the information aside. Only now that she thought about it, there was a reason why she's been avoiding looking at herself in a mirror as of late, why she passed by them without a second glance.
At the time, she underestimated the medication and the subtle changes she couldn't quite name but felt nonetheless. And with her recent accident placing an obstacle in her road to recovery, she realized that she'd be on the medication for far longer than she had anticipated. The implications of this lingered in her thoughts, unwelcome but persistent.
She opened her mouth to respond- wanted to ask but how will she even articulate that she feels like she's in someone else's body without sounding desperate- when a hand closed gently around hers, pulling her attention away.
Jeongyeon looked up and saw Nayeon was watching her closely, worry etched into the crease of her brow. She felt like she was being studied- for what reason Jeongyeon didn't know but she felt exposed.
Nayeon's touch was warm and comforting but the feel of it also caused her to hesitate.
Whatever had been weighing her down, she wasn't ready for Nayeon to know yet.
"No," she said, finally. She pushed down the reflex to cringe as she had taken too long to reply which in and of itself makes her seem suspicious. She prays Nayeon doesn't pick up on that.
The doctor, who had her gaze leveled on Jeongyeon throughout the exchange, shifted her eyes towards Nayeon for a split second before saying, "I'm going to have to put you on pain medication, based on the symptoms you mentioned yesterday. I'll inform your nurse so she can take care of that and you can expect the medication shortly."
She seemed to be satisfied after she deduced Jeongyeon wasn't experiencing anything major (at least in terms of complications) so with a few more instructions and a reminder about proper rest and nutrition, she excused herself. Nayeon thanked her for visiting before she was gone.
"Give me a few minutes," Nayeon said when the doctor was out the door. "I'm just going to shower for a bit."
She had been wearing a silk robe since she arrived from her pilates session because she was only in a sports bra and leggings. She was about to freshen up when the nurse arrived but she wanted to be present while Jeongyeon was being assessed so she grabbed a robe from her duffle bag and just put it on.
"Do you need anything?" Nayeon asked as soon as her hand was on the bathroom's doorknob.
Jeongyeon smiled. "Unnie, I'm good. Go take a bath. You stink."
Nayeon scoffed but said nothing before disappearing into the bathroom.
The room now felt quieter than before.
Jeongyeon lay there for a moment, staring at the ceiling. Now that she was alone again, she felt heavy in a way she couldn't quite place. It wasn't exhaustion or pain, and it wasn't alarming. She shifted slightly, adjusting her blankets, and frowned when she could barely lift her arms to do so. Each movement was met with labored breaths, like moving alone was sucking out her life force.
It was probably nothing, though. She supposes this was how it usually is when recovering from an injury. She remembered she felt the same way after her surgery and how bone tired she had been even after sleeping for almost a whole day.
She told herself this as her hand drifted to her stomach unconsciously before she caught the movement and let it fall back to her side on the bed. Then she became annoyed at herself for noticing, for thinking about it at all. She hated that she had to think twice about touching her midriff. She hated how bloated she feels. Her cheeks were fuller and her belly was protruding. She wasn't a gym rat but she appreciated how healthy she felt by being in ideal weight and she didn't feel healthy for a while now.
She hated her body.
Recovery came with side effects. She knew that. Everyone knew and they would understand. But why was she having a hard time accepting it? Why did it have to make itself known in the first place, as if forcing her to acknowledge it? There hasn't been a time when she could go through a whole day without it taking up space in her mind despite her efforts to ignore it.
Her phone buzzed faintly against the bedside table. She reached for it with one hand then ended up holding it with both hands as she felt her strength wavering. She squinted at the dark screen before it lit up with another notification. It was just a promotion from Coupang Eats and after checking her messages for a couple of seconds, deemed them unimportant enough to turn her phone off.
For a brief second, she caught her reflection staring back at her through the dark screen. The hospital lighting didn't help and the angle made it worse.
She set her phone face down on the bed too quickly.
You're fine. She tried to convince herself. It's part of healing.
Still, the thought hadn't left her mind.
Later, when the room was quiet again, she folded her hands carefully over her stomach and focused on her breathing. She shouldn't get so worked up over having to touch her own body.
This was temporary. She was recovering, slowly but surely. She'll get through this too.
She closed her eyes and tried not to think about how unfamiliar her body suddenly felt or how much attention she'd been paying attention to it lately.
...
The nurse returned after an hour to give her her medication and left them instructions on when and how to take it.
The effect wasn't immediate but she became aware of the changes in small, easy to miss ways.
The pain in her neck was still there but dulled. It was no longer sharp enough to demand her full attention and she could finally stop pretending the pain wasn't bothering her since she woke up. No one needed to know that except maybe for her doctor so it was a good thing she could tell Jeongyeon was trying to act tough in front of company.
In exchange, though, everything else felt just a fraction slower. Her thoughts didn't race in the way they usually did. Even the anxiety took a step back, muted. It wasn't gone- she thought sadly- but at least she didn't feel like jumping out of her own skin anymore.
She noticed it when she and Nayeon were conversing and she tried to answer Nayeon but had to pause, as if finding the right words to say took more of her brain cells to work than usual. She noticed it when she blinks, the ceiling lights lingered a beat too long before settling back into place. She noticed it in the heaviness of her limbs, in the way moving even slightly felt like she's constantly in slow motion.
They weren't cause for emergency. If anything, they were subtle enough that she wouldn't have taken notice of them if it were any other day.
Jeongyeon shifted beneath the blankets, attributing the odd heaviness to exhaustion, to the hospital air, to everything she'd been through in the past two days. She didn't want to dwell on them though.
She couldn't afford to.
Instead, she thought about how crazy it was to realize it had only been a little over a week ago that she staged a whole ploy to subtly love bomb Nayeon and make her intentions known to the older girl. Three days ago, she managed to accomplish what she had always thought was impossible- confess to Nayeon and, more impossibly, for her feelings to be accepted.
Despite the fatigue she's feeling, warmth and happiness exploded in her chest. Despite her world slowly crumbling down on her, it hasn't completely collapsed yet. Despite her anxiety doing its best in trying to fill her heart with helplessness and despair, it can never fully fill it up if something- or someone- has already taken a big space in it and decided to reside in it permanently.
A big part of her being able to fight as hard as she can for her own sanity was her family and members- her support system. Seungyeon and Nayeon had been in the forefront of it all, in different ways. Seungyeon knowing everything about her condition wasn't about trust but out of necessity and, if she were being honest, desperation. Jeongyeon was going crazy and Seungyeon was there to keep her from breaking. Jeongyeon had to learn to lean on her since for the first time in a while, she had someone to help bear the weight of her pain but she hesitated to accept the help- to admit that she wasn't as strong as she thought she was. She's always had older sisters to rely on but she's used to being the older one in her group and didn't know how to not be strong.
Nayeon, on the other hand, didn't know the depth of it- the spiraling, the constant vigilance, the fear that clung to Jeongyeon even in the moments that were supposed to feel calm. But she stayed close anyway- close enough for Jeongyeon to hear and match her even breathing when her chest tightens up out of nowhere, to bask in the warmth she gave off, to remind Jeongyeon that she was still there, tethered to something real. Nayeon offered her comfort without hesitation, condition, and without trying to fix something she didn't even know was broken.
Nayeon didn't ask the questions Jeongyeon was afraid of. She didn't pry or demand explanations she wasn't ready to give. She just stayed. She sat beside her, talked about nothing and everything, offered comfort without realizing how badly Jeongyeon needed it.
Nayeon's support came quietly. It showed in the way she would adjust Jeongyeon's blanket without being asked, smoothing it free where it had bunched beneath her and settling the edges so the blanket is draped neatly instead of tugging uncomfortably at her sides, the way Jeongyeon liked. It showed in the way her voice matched Jeongyeon's, never too loud nor too soft. It showed in the way she lingered, as if leaving simply wasn't an option. It showed in the way she was always attuned to Jeongyeon and her needs, even in a room full of people. Jeongyeon found herself relying on those small moments more than she meant to, letting them hold her together when she didn't trust herself to do it alone.
Not to mention her displays of affection.
Nayeon's kisses were always gentle. Every kiss felt like reassurance without spoken words. They didn't linger enough to overwhelm nor did they demand anything from her. Nayeon kissed her because she wanted to and the comfort it brought Jeongyeon was just a bonus. They anchored Jeongyeon in the simplest way possible, reminding her that she was there and that she wasn't alone. Jeongyeon found herself holding onto those moments longer than she should have, letting them quiet the noise in her head when nothing else could. Jeongyeon hated how much she needed them. How the brush of Nayeon's lips against her skin could undo tension she hadn't even realized she was holding. How easily her body responded, relaxing before her mind had a chance to catch up.
Her hugs were much the same. She was careful with the brace and was mindful of where she touched, but they grounded her in a way Jeongyeon hadn't known she needed. When Nayeon wrapped her arms around her, the constant tightness in Jeongyeon's chest eased just a little, her breathing evening out without her noticing it happen. The warmth, the steady pressure, the familiarity of it all cut through the haze in her thoughts, pulling her back when she felt herself drifting too far inward. Nayeon's touch had a way of slowing her down. Her heartbeat didn't race as much when Nayeon was close, her shoulders loosening almost on their own. It wasn't a cure- the fear didn't disappear- but it softened, made manageable by the simple act of being held.
The double irony wasn't lost on Jeongyeon. She would reject most forms of physical touch all these years yet it was now the very thing keeping her steady. And of all the people around her, the one who understood the least was the one keeping her grounded.
Jeongyeon wondered if Nayeon knew how much that mattered.
The thought earned a quiet, breathless scoff from her- equal parts disbelief and reluctant acceptance- before she let herself relax against the bed again.
...
The members came in waves later that afternoon.
Some were loud from the moment they stepped foot in the room, like Sana and Momo filling the space with chatter and familiar bickering. Dahyun would butt in occasionally but anyone could tell she was sharing her opinions half-heartedly on whatever subject they decided to disagree about, as if they could drown out everything that had happened with sheer force of normalcy.
Others were quieter like Tzuyu, who decided to hover over her unnie, constantly checking in on what was bothering Jeongyeon and asking her what she needs. Her eyes would linger a second too long on the brace before flicking away, worry lines permanently etched on her face. Mina and Chaeyoung would tell Jeongyeon about their day, about the new game they played together. Chaeyoung would make her promise the three of them would have a game day once she was out of the hospital and Jeongyeon would agree without much thought, just happy to be included even though she knew they'd only get their asses beat by Mina later on.
Jihyo arrived last and without ceremony. She was the one who drove them all here without a manager to accompany them. Later, she confessed to Jeongyeon the members didn't want to be away from her for long so they decided to come here before informing a manager of their whereabouts.
She sat on a chair previously occupied by Chaeyoung who found herself drawn towards Sana, Momo, and Dahyun's conversation and consequently left after excusing herself. Jihyo made herself comfortable in the chair, her posture relaxed but attentive, eyes sweeping over Jeongyeon in a way that felt like she was trying to take everything in- her brace, IV line, the unnatural stillness. If she noticed anything else, she didn't comment on it.
"You scared us," Jihyo said, her voice even. She then avoided Jeongyeon's gaze, twiddling with her thumbs on her lap. "When Momo screamed from inside the house and we saw you out cold on the bathroom floor, I genuinely thought you were gone." Her eyes glanced towards Mina beside her and Tzuyu across the bed, both looking quite distraught at the memory she brought back.
Jeongyeon looked down on her own hands, feeling guilty. "I'm sorry for worrying you."
Jihyo's lip twitched. "Don't make a habit of it."
It was the closest thing to comfort she offered, and it worked. The normalcy of it steadied Jeongyeon more than any reassurance could have.
Tzuyu grabbed Jeongyeon's hand. When they made eye contact, the maknae searched he eyes for a second before she let go and, in a rare moment of affection, brought an arm across Jeongyeon's waist to hug her midsection. "I'm glad you're okay, unnie. If you don't feel well, please tell us next time. I don't like seeing you like this."
Jeongyeon felt a wave of fondness come over her at Tzuyu's words. Slowly, she brought a hand up to brush Tzuyu's hair out of her face. "Unnie will be fine, Tzuyu-ah. Try not to worry, I'll be out of here in no time. You'll see."
By this time, Nayeon who had been out to buy snacks for them came back and set the food on a nearby table. Before the snacks even touched the table, some members came upon them already like vultures. Momo spotted her favorite among the bags of chips spread out. However, Chaeyoung had grabbed the bag first, already halfway to opening it when Momo spotted it from across the room.
"Hey!" Momo's voice carried that familiar whine as she made her way over. "I was looking for that."
"You snooze, you lose," Chaeyoung shot back, tugging the bag closer to her chest.
Before Chaeyoung could react, Momo managed to snatch the bag from her hands, holding it up just out of reach with a grin that didn't quite match the edge in her voice.
"Momo-unnie!" she roared. "I got that first!"
Momo, who had already opened the bag and was munching on the chips, raised the bag up her head. "Come get it then."
It should've ended there.
Any other day, Chaeyoung would've rolled her eyes, maybe shoved her lightly, maybe laughed it off. But this time, she didn't.
Swallowing a whine, Chaeyoung grappled at Momo's arms trying to retrieve the stolen chips.
"Oh my god," Dahyun groaned, massaging her temples. "You guys are like children, it's embarrassing."
"Ya, Momo-ya," Sana chimed in. "What are you doing bullying Chaeyoungie?"
As if Dahyun and Sana's words fell on deaf ears, the altercation continued.
"Stop being annoying," Chaeyoung snapped, stepping forward.
Momo raised a brow, still holding the bag out of reach. "Then take it."
The air shifted.
It was subtle, but enough.
Chaeyoung lunged for it, missing by an inch as Momo pulled back, laughing but it came out sharper than intended.
"Seriously?" Chaeyoung's voice rose, frustration bleeding through. "It's just chips."
"Yeah," Momo shot back. "So why are you acting like that?"
The words landed wrong.
Too direct. Too careless.
Chaeyoung stilled, her expression tightening. "You're the one making it a big deal."
"And you're the one getting worked up over nothing."
For a second, neither of them moved.
It wasn't about the chips anymore.
Frustration begins to seep into Chaeyoung and it doesn't take long before tears well in her eyes. She tries to reach for the bag again but with anger in her movements this time. She herself didn't know why she's being so insistent over chips but she didn't want to back down.
Finally, Mina said in a raised voice, "Momo." She placed her hands on the bed, slowly raising herself to stand up. Momo took note of the murderous look in her eyes. "If she ends up crying, I'll make you question whether snacks are worth dying for."
Momo seemed to hesitate at the threat then gave in, not wanting to incur Mina's wrath. Begrudgingly, she pushed the bag of chips in Chaeyoung's arms with a little more force than necessary. "I wasn't even going to finish all of it. I just wanted some too," she grumbled, crossing her arms.
Jihyo sighed in exasperation and stood up. She walked over the table, sidestepping the still bickering members and searched through the mound of chips on the table. After a few seconds of rummaging, she found another bag of those same chips. She then turned towards the two members who stood in front of each other with Momo still looking chastised and Chaeyoung with tears in her eyes. The bag of chips was still in her arms, having second thoughts on eating after seeing Momo look so upset. Jihyo stood between them, holding up the bag of chips.
Momo and Chaeyoung stared at her meekly, awaiting the sermon they were sure to receive.
Instead, it was Jeongyeon who spoke up. "Apologize and make up. Both of you. Don't make me come over there and make you."
The two glanced towards Jeongyeon in surprise, guilt immediately clouding their faces. It was as if they had just remembered why they were in a hospital room in the first place. Not long after that, Chaeyoung threw her arms around Momo's waist, mumbling apologies through her shirt. Momo hugged her back, muttering the same apologies with her face buried in Chaeyoung's strawberry-scented hair. After a minute, they pulled back and Momo led Chaeyoung towards a nearby chair without taking the second bag of chips from Jihyo so they could share the bag they were just fighting over.
When they have calmed down, Jihyo opted to open the bag of chips for herself, munching on a chip. She then roamed the room to offer the bag to anyone who wanted a piece.
Mina, who was on edge from seeing Chaeyoung upset, finally let herself relax in her own seat and lean back with a sigh.
Dahyun and Sana went back to scrolling through their phones, occasionally showing each other a meme they thought were funny.
Tzuyu's head hadn't moved from where it rested on Jeongyeon's stomach and after a quick peak, they discover she had fallen asleep and slept through the altercation, unbothered.
Jeongyeon leaned back on the bed, exhaling softly. What was that about? she thought.
She was so focused on trying not to worry her members that she didn't notice the tension that had been there the whole time, simmering beneath forced laughter and careful words. Her condition, the hospital, and the uncertainty settled over them whether they acknowledged it or not.
She'd only noticed when Momo's tone tipped from playful to something sharper.
At first, it had been harmless- Momo stealing the bag, Chaeyoung whining and trying to get it back, the usual back-and-forth they'd fallen into a hundred times before. But this time, it escalated too quickly. Momo didn't back down. Chaeyoung didn't laugh it off.
She noticed when Momo dangled the bag just out of reach with a grin on her face that didn't quite land, while Chaeyoung's frustration showed a little too plainly.
It was ridiculous, really.
A bag of chips.
Any other day, they would've been sharing it within seconds.
Today, they didn't want to.
As soon as Mina was about to enter the chaos, Jeongyeon knew it had to stop. If it weren't for Jihyo producing a second bag with a look that said she'd already had enough, Jeongyeon loathed to see how far they were willing to take it. The tension didn't disappear, though, so she had to step in as well. It would draw the attention back to her but she didn't want to see her members fighting.
Thankfully, her voice cut through just enough- calm, steady, leaving no room for argument. She made them apologize, made them look at each other properly until the words came out right. It worked, like it always did.
Almost.
Chaeyoung's apology wavered at the end, her voice catching just slightly before she looked away. The fight drained out of her as quickly as it had come, leaving something softer, more fragile in its place.
It didn't take much to piece it together.
They were all holding something in. Holding it together.
Too tightly.
And this- as her gaze shifted back to Momo and Chaeyoung, now sitting a little closer than before- was just where it slipped, she realizes.
"Don't overthink it," a voice came from beside her. Jeongyeon couldn't turn her head but she was able to see from the corner of her eye that it was Jihyo leaning in to her. She could feel her best friend's breath on the side of her face as Jihyo whispered, "I'll take care of it. Try not to worry."
It's hard not to, especially with what she just witnessed.
When Jihyo sees Jeongyeon about to argue, she continued, "The best thing you can do to help right now is get better as soon as possible. They're scared for you, that's why they're acting like this. I'll still talk about what just happened when we get back to the dorm so don't worry. We'll be okay. Focus on yourself right now."
Still, the worry over her members would linger. She hated the thought that the quarrel would resume after they left or worsen when they leave and she wasn't there to step in again if it did. But if Jihyo says she can handle it, Jeongyeon supposes there was nothing else to do except trust in her.
Her eyes drifted to their leader.
Jihyo was already moving on, speaking quietly with Momo and Chaeyoung while keeping half an eye on the rest of the room. There was no hesitation in her nor uncertainty.
Just pure, unwavering resolve.
That brought a sense of relief in Jeongyeon knowing that their leader is determined to deal with the situation as best as she can. The problem hadn't disappeared exactly and without further intervention, it may happen again or would extend to the other members. But she was grateful she didn't have to carry the weight of it alone.
For so long, Jeongyeon had made a habit of catching things before they could fall apart. She would smooth over disagreements and look after everyone else before herself.
It was going to be tough but she knew she was surrounded by capable people she will learn to lean on every once in a while.
Maybe Jihyo was right. For once, her job wasn't to hold everything together. Everyone had been telling her to simply focus on healing. Maybe she ought to take that advice to heart now.
The thought felt foreign.
But not entirely unwelcome.
...
The room felt different after everyone left.
It was quieter, but not in the same way as before. It was the kind of quiet that settled heavy, like something had been left unsaid and decided to stay.
Nayeon closed the door softly behind the last of them, her hand lingering on the handle for a second before she turned back.
Jeongyeon was still where they'd left her- propped up, too still. Not resting. Not quite relaxed either. Just... composed.
Almost too composed.
Nayeon took a step closer, her gaze sweeping over her without making it obvious. It was in the set of her shoulders, the way her hands rested over the blanket, fingers slightly curled like she hadn't fully let go of something yet.
"You didn't have to do that, you know," Nayeon said, pulling the chair back beside the bed.
Jeongyeon glanced at her. "Do what?"
"Step in earlier." Nayeon met her eyes briefly. "You're supposed to be taking it easy."
Jeongyeon paused for one second too long before she huffed lightly. "They were being annoying."
She cringed internally, aware that what she said sounded awfully like clean, practiced deflection. The excuse sounded weak, even to her own ears.
Jeongyeon didn't know if Nayeon could tell but if she did, the older woman just let it pass.
Nayeon reached out instead, adjusting the blanket where it had gathered near Jeongyeon's side, smoothing it down, tugging it loose where it had caught under her. Her fingers lingered just a second longer than necessary before pulling back.
Jeongyeon noticed. She always did.
"They're just stressed," Jeongyeon added, quieter this time. "The circumstances aren't exactly ideal for any of us."
Nayeon hummed.
Jeongyeon expected the conversation to move on.
It didn't. Not immediately.
When she glanced up, Nayeon was still looking at her. It wasn't even intense and there was no suspicion lingering in her eyes. She was just looking.
But it seemed as if she was waiting. For what? Jeongyeon almost asked.
Instead, Nayeon looked away first.
"So are you, though," Nayeon said instead, softer now.
Jeongyeon stilled, just barely.
"I'm fine."
The answer came too quickly.
Again, Nayeon didn't challenge her.
Jeongyeon realized that had become another one of her habits lately.
She'd ask a question, wait, then let the silence sit between them for a little longer than necessary. Sometimes it felt as though she was expecting Jeongyeon to add something.
When nothing came, she let it go. She doesn't push, tease, or relentlessly attempt to pry the truth out of her. She gave far more concessions than Jeongyeon was used to receiving from someone as naturally nosy as Nayeon and the change should relieve her. Instead, it left her wondering.
Did Nayeon know something?
"Okay," Nayeon said quietly.
She leaned forward, pressing a gentle kiss to Jeongyeon's forehead, one hand coming up to cradle the side of her head, careful of the brace.
The kiss was brief, but the tension in her shoulders eased all the same.
When she opened her eyes again, Nayeon then settled back into the chair, close enough that Jeongyeon wouldn't have to look far to find her.
"Get some rest, Jeongyeon."