not to be dramatic, but sumi thinks she’s about to hurl. and it’s not from the wicked hangover from last night’s party, or waking up in some guy’s room on his really uncomfortable futon, or that she’s pretty sure that last night’s punch was spiked with something that just really didn’t agree with her. it’s because sometime this morning, she reached for the back of her neck and felt skin, as opposed to the polyethylene material of the patch. it was enough to jolt her from whatever the fuck she was doing, to start running with nowhere to go. and she tries to retrace her drunken steps, to push through the haze of what can only be considered as a complete blackout, and try to recall when she got the wise idea to peel the thing off.
all this searching takes her to hanbi’s room. there’s that pounding in her head again, as if some fairy godmother from hell is trying to tell her that she’s getting warmer, so she yanks the door open to catch evo’s vice president hopeful passed out on her bed in what seems to be a really… unnatural position. typically, sumi would practice more compassion and decorum, would tiptoe her way to the latter and poke and gently whisper hanbi’s name till she’d wake up. but there are more pressing things at hand, like where is her patch?, and what has hanbi seen? she’d done so well convincing everyone that her power was anything but a freakish shadow that seemed to have ‘wanting to rule the world in a really unethical way’ on its checklist, and there’s no nightmare worse than hanbi finding out the truth behind why sumi finds it absolutely critical to patch up 24/7. so… instead, sumi pitter-patters towards hanbi’s sleeping form and yanks the girl up by the wrist, shakes her awake with the same fervour she uses to “hanbi, hanbi, hanbi!” her name. sumi cradles her girl’s cheeks in her palms, not lovingly but in a bruising-imminent type of way as she yells, “wake up!” and “what did you see?” and “where’s my patch?” in rapid succession.
ft. bae sumi & @redlike's lee hanbi