“yeah, yeah i’m okay.” it became a habit, some semblance of staying normal. either of them could of been chosen but it was jae that ended up breaking his spine first. head turning round quickly after rooting for something to make both of them ( there was a phone set to ‘never turn off’ on the counter, with one of the vegan meals that yeoni had expressed interest in trying ). finally turning back to the cabinet, pulling out the final thing he needed, seungjae carefully shut the door ( slamming was rude, and with how rude seungjae was being already? he didn’t want to overstay his welcome ).
“it’s fine, i went out and bought some blankets to replace my old ones that i threw out on the way there. what’d you get? i’ll help you put it away.” a soft smile was visible under the face mask seungjae had begun to wear whilst cooking. he breathed heavily, and didn’t want to get his sister sick.
of course, when he finally turned around to look at her, he frowned. she was once again over exerting herself, but it made complete sense. of course it did. yeoni was always the one working hard whilst seungjae ‘slacked off’ doing rather questionable activities ( they were his job, though, promise ).
“if anyone should be asking who is okay, it’s me. give the bags here, i’ll put them away. you should rest a little. i was just about to make dinner.”
❝ what? ❞ she blinked in mild surprise — she’d expected snark in response to her snark, not for him to be offering help. then again, maybe that made her a bad sister (a bad person) for being unable to see this coming from him. she mentally slapped herself on the back of her hand and shook her head. ❝ i’m fine. ❞ she frowned back, noting the crease in his brow even if she couldn’t see his mouth through the mask. and she believed what she said, too. pain — the aching back, the cramping legs, the sore feet — this was her STASIS. it was chronic, after all, what could she do about it?
and then came the guilt, as it did. as it always did and always would. seungjae would probably tell her it was uncalled for and to go sit down if she spoke on it, though, so she clamped her mouth shut and ran her tongue along the top of her mouth, mulling over the different ways she could go about this.
her knees were stiff, and she could feel them CREAK when she bent her legs, but she was fairly sure if she listened and sat down while he cooked, she’d probably just fall asleep without eating and wind up sick in the middle of the night out of exhaustion. this in mind, she shook her head and grabbed a bag, trudging over to the fridge to put it up herself. she was an adult and she lived on her own and she could handle this.
❝ if i sit down now, i won’t be getting back up ‘til the morning, ❞ she said with a hint of determination in her tone. seungjae wasn’t getting through to her whatsoever. ❝ i’ll help, okay? what are you cooking? ❞
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