i’m makin’ waffles
for @mmskip
the first thing yejin notices is how ridiculously comfortable she’s feeling.
she figures she must’ve gotten absolutely, positively smashed last night if the lumpy, twenty-five thousand won pile of junk she calls her mattress can feel this good at any point of the day. that party must’ve been ridiculous -- in the best and worst way possible.
the second thing yejin notices is how nice the air smells. it is somewhat a concern that she isn’t smelling the usual fumes: there’s no acrylic, or paint thinner, or varnish lingering in the air, and it’s pleasant. she’s almost forgotten what nice, clean air smells like. the air is... sweet. warm. inviting. it’s so foreign and different, it almost can’t be her own room.
yejin sits upright in an instant, even before she’s opened her eyes. the remnants of last night still seem to be in her system, and even without seeing the room, she swears it’s spinning anyway.
she can just vaguely remember a door, with a number that isn’t 2A plastered on the front, but it swinging open regardless. she can just vaguely remember tripping over a pile of shoes she knows she didn’t leave by the front, muttering something about how her puke will most definitely look like a combination of sage green and khaki in the morning. and she can just vaguely remember falling onto a pile of pillows that did not smell like her own.
yejin, is most definitely, not in her room.
opening her eyes only confirms her suspicions and has her stomach sinking to her feet. there’s commotion coming from what looks like the kitchen area, and oh no, she thinks, i can’t even sneak out. she stumbles off of the couch, hits the floor with a hard thud that she barely feels in her dumbfounded state, and tries to wave off the bout of dizziness that’s creeping up on her as she quickly walks over to where the poor stranger is.
“oh god, i’m so sorry i fell asleep on your couch without asking. that party was way too crazy. i swear i don’t usually do that to peopl– hold on a second. are those waffles?!”
