𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲: wes' loft. 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲: 3:12pm. 𝗳𝗲𝗮𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: wes lee ( @frivclous ).
if there was one thing that managed to get under her skin, it's unpredictability. she was one to pride herself on knowing when and how something would happen, but sudden changes always irked her more than she would like to admit. perhaps it explains why she didn't take well to the sudden rainstorm, where the sky seemingly opened and soaked the city in a matter of seconds. jisu was soaked to the bone, clothes and hair dripping by the time she and wes had gotten to the other's loft. she had been too far from her own home, and didn't have a change of clothes ( another reason why being predictable just made sense ). she has to literally peel off her clothes, ringing them free of water in the shower and sets them aside to be washed. she attempted to look for a hair dryer but has no luck, so she figures she'll just let her hair dry on its own. maybe she thinks of the blow dryer as a poor attempt at avoiding the borrowed clothes on the counter— she doesn't have much of a choice, does she? the shirt is big— seemingly swallowing her whole and consuming her senses with a spiced scent. god, she hates to admit how it makes her head spin. figuring she's taken long enough, jisu grabs her clothes and leaves the room to join the other. " um, thanks for the shirt... " her voice trails, tugging at the hem. " that rain seemed to come out of nowhere, yeah? "
