「 It’s none of your business. We just met. 」
the statement is laughable, really.
with an offhand eye-roll and tilt of her head, yoona brushes off the barbed words, the cutting way the other girl is looking at her person – as if she’s barely a step up from the dirt and grime covering her six-inch, killer heels. she’s tall enough to look the other girl straight in the eye. they’re wearing identical frowns, etched deep into their faces; the anonymous woman’s is decidedly sour, but yoona’s is just bemused.
“of course it’s my business. i’m a girl, you’re a girl. doesn’t take more than that to wonder why you’d willingly subject yourself to this torrent of rain when all you’re wearing is a white shirt.”
when all the other girl does is sullenly trail her gaze towards the ground, yoona heaves a sigh of frustration.
she pulls the hood of her sweater up with one hand; with the other, she grasps the girl’s wrist and shoves her company-issued umbrella into the girl’s porcelain fingers. “here. before you’re totally soaked. maybe you’re an exhibitionist, maybe you’re not. for my conscience, take it. please.”












