Bottling it In { haneul + haesoo }
Haneul was staring at the spilled sugar on the floor, biting her lips and trying not to panic. “There’s still a few hours,” Haneul mumbled as she tying to clean it all, “you can do it, Gong Haneul.” Her mother had called her earlier in the day and informed her that she’s going to visit Haneul in a few hours. She settled for the dakgalbi dish, because it’s the only thing that Haneul can properly make, but Haneul can’t seem to concentrate today and can’t get everything right. She dropped the last bag of sugar she had, and she needs to buy a new one to make the dish right. Or borrow some from the neighbour, perhaps.
She would borrow some from the people on her floor, but she hadn’t even met them before, so Haneul dismissed the idea immediately. Haneul decided that she would just ask some to someone a floor below—and dragged her feet down the stairs to the third floor, and was trying to knock on the first door when she caught the sight of a woman who just moved in a few days before. Haneul had met her first at the laundry room yesterday, and there’s something about the woman that just irritating her. She can’t really put a finger why, but—this person looks very... polished, and very clean, and all sorts of wrong. But Haneul needs some sugar, she needs some fast. “Hey,” Haneul called, trying her best not to scowl in the process. “This is so sudden—but my mother is coming in a few hours and I’m supposed to make a super delicious dinner but doing a super horrible job at it by dropping the rest of the sugar on the floor, so can I borrow some?”