Oh Hayoung wakes up at 3AM to the door beeping and someone stumbling through the doorway.
“You look horrible,” she says, internally a little relieved.
“You do too,” Park Sooyoung points out, and Hayoung can’t see it but her bedhead is awful, and her shirt isn’t even buttoned properly.
Sooyoung is leaning against the wall in the entryway. She sighs deeply, rainwater dripping from the tips of her hair. Hayoung had watched Sooyoung straighten it carefully in the hours before she went out with Yerin. All traces of that are gone now, returning to its natural waves. It sort of looks like when she gets out of the shower, but the red stain on her lips is still vibrant, like Sooyoung had forgotten to scrub it off with everything else.
Yerin is still out with someone, Sooyoung says. Before they went out it had sounded like a team cheer in here, Hayoung leading from the sidelines. Now Sooyoung looks completely defeated.
“I broke a heel,” she says, holding her left shoe in hand, the heel dangling from the strip of fabric on the base.
“How did you get back?”
Sooyoung shrugs. “Aren’t you a heavy sleeper? Were you still awake?”
Hayoung doesn’t quite have the heart to explain that she’d tried to read a book off the living room shelf and nearly fell asleep just out of boredom. “I didn’t really have it in me to game tonight,” she responds, not really answering either of the questions.
“Then you should have come out with us after all, you homebody,” Sooyoung says, but the bite’s all gone, even in jest.
“Should I have?”
Sooyoung looks like she’s about to cry.
“I think you should take a shower,” Hayoung tells her kindly.
She grins bleakly. “I kind of already have.”
“Fascinating how we thought the same thing, but I mean a real one,” she says, and takes Sooyoung by the arm so they can walk to her room. The cold water from Sooyoung’s jacket quickly seeps through her pajamas. “Geez, you must have been freezing out there.”
“Well, I don’t think anyone is ever going to get me like you do. Or Yerin,” Sooyoung adds. “No man, anyway.”
“But we still look,” Hayoung says lightly.
“We still do,” Sooyoung agrees, resting her head on Hayoung’s shoulder.
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“You look horrible,” she says, internally a little relieved.
“You do too,” Park Sooyoung points out, and Hayoung can’t see it but her bedhead is awful, and her shirt isn’t even buttoned properly.
Sooyoung is leaning against the wall in the entryway. She sighs deeply, rainwater dripping from the tips of her hair. Hayoung had watched Sooyoung straighten it carefully in the hours before she went out with Yerin. All traces of that are gone now, returning to its natural waves. It sort of looks like when she gets out of the shower, but the red stain on her lips is still vibrant, like Sooyoung had forgotten to scrub it off with everything else.
Yerin is still out with someone, Sooyoung says. Before they went out it had sounded like a team cheer in here, Hayoung leading from the sidelines. Now Sooyoung looks completely defeated.
“I broke a heel,” she says, holding her left shoe in hand, the heel dangling from the strip of fabric on the base.
“How did you get back?”
Sooyoung shrugs. “Aren’t you a heavy sleeper? Were you still awake?”
Hayoung doesn’t quite have the heart to explain that she’d tried to read a book off the living room shelf and nearly fell asleep just out of boredom. “I didn’t really have it in me to game tonight,” she responds, not really answering either of the questions.
“Then you should have come out with us after all, you homebody,” Sooyoung says, but the bite’s all gone, even in jest.
“Should I have?”
Sooyoung looks like she’s about to cry.
“I think you should take a shower,” Hayoung tells her kindly.
She grins bleakly. “I kind of already have.”
“Fascinating how we thought the same thing, but I mean a real one,” she says, and takes Sooyoung by the arm so they can walk to her room. The cold water from Sooyoung’s jacket quickly seeps through her pajamas. “Geez, you must have been freezing out there.”
“Well, I don’t think anyone is ever going to get me like you do. Or Yerin,” Sooyoung adds. “No man, anyway.”
“But we still look,” Hayoung says lightly.
“We still do,” Sooyoung agrees, resting her head on Hayoung’s shoulder.