✨ sugar&spice ✨
(&&. @yfxjongin)
✦ — at first it all seemed like a dream and let’s be honest, she’d call sunhwa a nightmare most of the time if not for the few friends who make her entire experience there worth it among other things. when she glances at the time displayed on her cell, she thinks it must be a joke but she’s no longer in baek ho and there’s no more hazing, not that it says much against other types of misbehavior.
who could possibly be making so much noise at this hour? three am has to be the work of the devil at this rate as she stumbles further down the hallway. going to the bathroom to splash water on her face doesn’t help and she feels just as disorientated, lithe fingers combing through dark tresses as she ventures towards the source of the sound. the thought crosses her mind in bits and pieces, ‘this is exactly the type of situation you yell at the screen for because wow who is that stupid? they’re asking to get murdered in this movie. you deserve it.’ apparently, she’s now one of them but luckily, this isn’t a horror film and there’s no chainsaw at the end of the yellow brick road— now she’s just flagrantly mixing her movie references.
the last thing she expected to find was a male covered in flour with the smell of cookies wafting in. now, that, she didn’t know how she missed what with her stomach growling as she draws nearer. there’s no fight or flight instinct but merely one to survive. “what do you think you’re doing at three am?” because she can’t let him get away with disturbing her sleep without an offer to share first.
