I Can't Quit You | 2YEON

Nayeon was in her home office all day taking care of calls and emails, so when she finally got up and took a walk through the house, she paused in the hallway to stare at Jeongyeon in confusion.

Jeongyeon was just sitting on the couch, eating chips and watching TV as the dogs slept at her sides and feet.

"Jeongyeon?"

Jeongyeon stuck her hand into the bag again. "Mm?" She turned down the volume.

Nayeon tentatively stepped into the room. "Are
you... aren't your parents coming over? What
time is it?"

Jeongyeon, not concerned, pulled her phone out and checked the time. "About ten to eight. They'll be here in a few minutes."

Nayeon went rigid. She hadn't realized what time it was, with all the work her father had left for her despite her being at home. She swallowed hard and furrowed her brows. "But... nothing was prepared."

Jeongyeon gave her a look. "What, you want me to hire caterers just to have my parents over? You know what they're like." She laughed in genuine amusement. "Come here."

Nayeon did so. The memory of yesterday was
still fresh in her mind, of the disaster that
was their evening dinner and how horrible her father was really... stuck up. Nayeon had always known he wasn't really an outstanding man, but had he always really been so nasty? She felt so ashamed and disgusted with him, and especially with her mother after throwing all that wine all over Jeongyeon.

Just remembering the burning look in Jeongyeon's eyes as she had stood up to them made Nayeon warm all over, even as her heart threatened to shatter under the hurt and anger at her parents.

"Sorry, I know. It's been a while since I saw them last."

Jeongyeon wrapped an arm around her and tugged Nayeon against her side. "They love you more than they love me," Jeongyeon told her with a grin. "And they won't care that you're in a t-shirt and shorts, or that we're having pizza for dinner. Really. Relax."

Nayeon forced herself to relax. Despite the
previous evening, Jeongyeon seemed to be in an oddly good mood. Her parents always did that for her, though. They didn't panic her, not like Nayeon's parents did for her. Nayeon felt a small pierce of jealousy, but that melted away quickly when the doorbell rang and Jeongyeon's eyes sparkled.

"The parentals have arrived," Jeongyeon said, standing. She held her hand out, waiting, and Nayeon took it hesitantly. She felt dirty for taking it, like she had no right.

Jeongyeon's parents were so wonderful. If they found out about the marriage counselling or their problems, surely they would come to finally hate Nayeon for the useless person she was.

"They love you," Jeongyeon told her, breaking her out of her depressed thoughts. "Remember that."

Nayeon gave a tiny nod and forced herself to
smile when Jeongyeon opened the door. The moment Jeongyeon's parents spotted them, they broke out into broad, happy grins.

"My baby!" Jeongyeon's mother exclaimed, launching herself forward and into Jeongyeon's waiting arms.

"Mom," Jeongyeon laughed, almost toppling over.

"You're going to kill me one day."

"Nonsense, I'm too small for that." Jeongyeon's mum stepped inside, smirking.

"You keep telling yourself that, love." Jeongyeon's dad stepped out of her daughter's arms to glare at her wife, but that only earned a chuckle and a lifted brow.

Nayeon watched them, fascinated. Jeongyeon got most of her features from her dad, who was tall and attractive and  but who was severely white. Jeongyeon's tiny mother, who had carried and given birth to her, had given her the slightly tanned skin and big doe brown eyes. No matter their differences though, Jeongyeon still managed to look like the perfect combination of her parents, and knowing that they had conceived jeongyeon purely because they'd wanted to made Nayeon envious.