homecoming.
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Eunji herself couldn’t really bring herself to touch her natural hair, she was too fond of it.
“Yeinnie!” she called out, quickly making her way over. Ignoring the bags in the other’s hand, she wrapped her arms around the younger girl and pulled her tight against her person.
Heavy bags weighing her down Yein tried to keep a steady pace and not let the pain in her fingers from the plastic handles cutting into the flesh bother her. Who knew rice, chicken and a whole load of junk food would be so heavy. But it was the sight of her sister in the distance, stood on her street corner that had her breaking into a grin, heading off at a run. She’d not seen Eunji in a while and she was finally letting her see the apartment she’d managed to get - it was pretty shabby, and the hot water was exceptionally temperamental, but it was a roof over her head, so it was enough.
As she was pulled into a hug the familiar scent threw a wave of nostalgia over her head - she remembered the old days when they were little and lived together and would spend every waking minute together. She remembered thinking Eunji was the most grown up, intelligent, ‘bestest’ sister out there, and wanted to be just like her when she grew up. But maybe things had changed since then - Yein was different from Eunji, who resembled a mother sometimes with her protective, helpful ways.
It was nice though, as Yein often noticed the absence of their mother.
“I’ve missed you.” She mumbled into Eunji’s shoulder, dropping the bag at their feet to wind her own arms round Eunji tightly. “How have you been? What’ve you been up to? Tell me everything!” Stepping back after a moment she leant down once more to grab the bag, wincing at the pain of the heavy thing once more.
“I had to get food ‘cause I was all out. Typical me though, really.”
