✆: My muse calls your muse while drunk on eggnog.
She’s in the kitchen munching on chipswhen her phone rings. The ringtone is unfamiliar—and so is the number—but Hyejinpicks up the call anyways, and the receiver can hear the woman loudly eatingpretzels and potato chips in between her words. “Hello, can I help you?”
Her eyebrows knit together at first,and her voice continues to carry a polite tone when she says, “I’m sorry, canyou repeat that?”
Recognition dawns then, and Hyejin’svoice drops into a lower, relaxed register. “Woohyun-ssi, is that you?” Hereyes crinkled with amusement. “I didn’t recognize you for a moment. Are youokay?” There’s a snicker playing on the tip of her tongue when she tosses anotherpretzel into her mouth. The question is nothing, but polite talk because she canalready hear the drunken stupor in the man’s voice. If only she knew how tosimultaneously record a phone call while having one.
She briefly examines her nails as sheobligingly listens. A moment of breathless laughter. “Yes, I love you too.”Pause. “I love you thi~s much.” Even if only a call, Hyejin gestures with herarms breaking apart from each other. “And that is a lot, by the way.” This timeshe actually does snicker. “Woohyun-ssi, make sure to drink lots of waterbefore you sleep, okay?”
“Yes.” Crunching pretzels. “Yes, Iknow. Merry Christmas to you too~”
Maybe he’ll remember her high-pitchedgiggles when she finally hangs up.
