❝ — ᴄᴀᴜɢʜᴛ ᴜᴘ ɪɴ ᴀ ᴅƦᴇᴀᴍ ;
she’s always been clumsy. this much soojung was aware of, be it because of the situation or her own choices, most of the times she had ended up breaking or dropping more than a few things – and now, even with the lack of prescribed drugs in her system, that sort of habitual peek of clumsiness didn't decrease any less, leaving her running over any which person and dropping more than her fair share of plates over the last few weeks.
maybe she's just not paying enough attention.
today was no exception.
admittedly – it wasn’t that much of her fault, the small puddle of water didn’t really help the fact that jung soojung hadn’t been looking where she was going. rather, her attention was more fixated on the delicious plate of pasta with sauce a few shades darker than the locks cascading over her shoulders.
so when her boot slipped on the puddle and soojung slid forward – the telekinetic simply could not contain the squeak that escapes as she stumbles, the plate slipping her fingers just enough to smash against the chest of another girl’s, eyes widening and jaw dropping at the sight as regret fills her.
the pasta…