is that my shirt?
“is it?”
sungkyung looked down at the shirt she was wearing, confused for a minute about who exactly it belonged. it could be her’s, or maybe it was avery’s. after a night of escapades, no belongings had a rightful owner anymore, and it’s entirely possible that a shirt could have mixed up its owner at some point or another.
not that sungkyung was complaining — the shirt was pretty cute (as if sungkyung would ever wear an ugly shirt). she always knew avery had a good sense of style, and she appreciated that.
“i don’t know but if it is, can i borrow it? you can take something from my closet if you want.”









