“Pringles?”

Irene stared at the opened sketchbook in her hands.

The first page of Seulgi’s sketchbook was a drawing of the Originals Pringles Chips.

 

“Da fuq?” Irene  flipped to the next page,

 

Another drawing of pringles, the Sour Cream and Onion flavor.

 

She flipped through 4 more pages, her expression darkened each time.

 

BBQ Chicken Pringles

 

Pizza Pringles

 

Cheeseburger Pringles

 

Kickin’ Chicken Taco  Pringles

 

And even…

 

“Ketchup flavored Pringles.…?” Her face scrunched in confusion, "Isn’t that just...fries?”

 

She glanced at the sleeping girl and shook her head in disappointment, not really sure whether it was for Seulgi or for the weird Pringle flavors.

 

Of all drawings Seulgi could’ve not want Irene to see, it was drawings of pringles. Irene had expected something more exciting, like a portrait of a secret crush or some detailed blueprint of a bank heist, but instead the girl had six pages worth of  Pringles drawings. Six pages worth of wacky flavored Pringles.  

 

“How anti-climatic,” she scoffed, flipping through the pages again. She looked closer at the drawings, trying to see if there were any secret messages to decipher. After a few minutes of intense observation, Irene gave up. Besides the fact that they were all named after typical lunch foods, there was nothing more.

 

Suddenly, she heard rustling and her heart stopped. She nervously held her breathe as she heard a mumble and then silence. She turned to look but luckily it was a false alarm; Seulgi was still asleep.

 

Irene quietly breathed a sigh of relief and closed the sketchbook. She carefully placed it in the same spot that she found it, having decided that it was best if she left everything as it was as to not cause suspicion.

 

She stepped lightly as she turned and walked to the door. With one last glance, she turned off the lights and silently closed the door, leaving the younger girl to her slumber.

 

 

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She heard a loud thud and opened her eyes.

Dazed, she sat up as her vision came into focus. Suddenly Seulgi felt a ping of dizziness, she clutched her head and groaned. Then she felt something slip off her. She turned and saw that it was her blanket. Her brows furrowed in confusion as she did not remember falling asleep.

 

“Good morning, sleepyhead,” a soft voice greeted her

 

Seulgi turned and saw Irene sitting on her own bed reading a book.

 

“Are you feeling better?”

 

Still slightly dazed, Seulgi unconsiously nodded even though she didn’t fully register what Irene had said. She moved slow as her body felt lethargic for some reason,

 

“When’s dinner?” her voice was raspy

 

“At 7,”

 

“Oh...did I miss it?”

 

“Yes,”

 

“Oh...what did we have?”

 

“Well…” Irene closed her book, got up and started walking over to the window, “I had marinated steak with corn with a side of mixed salad...and you….”

 

“ ….you had sleep,” she swiftly pulled apart the curtains allowing a bright ray of sunshine to blinded Seulgi prompting her to hissed in pain and quickly turned away.

 

“You slept for 18 hours yesterday,”

 

Seulgi whipped her head back and stared at the brunnette,

 

“What?”

“I came to check up on you yesterday at 5pm but you were already asleep.. It’s now 11am Saturday, which means 18 hours. ” Irene got back up on her bed and started reading her book again.

Seulgi looked down at her blanket realizing that Irene had covered her when she was asleep.

She still couldn’t believe she slept for 18 hours. The most she had ever slept was 12. She must’ve been more tired than she had originally thought.

“That reminds me,” Irene glanced up, “something came for you yesterday.

Seulgi saw Irene gesture to her desk so she glanced in the same direction.  Her face lit up when she saw the cylindrical package.

 

“It’s finally here!” She jumped off her bed, rushed over and eagerly opened the package.

 

Irene stopped reading and glanced up when she saw how excited the girl was.

 

“What is it?” she asked curiously

 

She got up on her knees and tried to peek over Seulgi’s shoulders for a better view but quickly sat back down when she saw her turn around.

 

Seulgi hid the item behind her back but then suddenly beamed a smile at her and held out her hands. Irene couldn’t help but burst into giggles when she saw what it was.

 

It was a Pringles Plushie.

 

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“What’s so funny?” Seulgi eyed her suspiciously

 

Irene stopped her giggling.

“Oh ah, nothing,” she went back to her book, “It’s cute.”

 

“It is, isn’t it?” Seulgi smiled and looked at the plushie. Suddenly she heard her stomach growl. She quickly placed her hand to stop the sound but Irene already heard.

 

“There’s leftovers in the fridge,” Irene said without looking up.

“Thanks…” Seulgi sheepishly mumbled before going downstairs

 

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“What’s wrong?” Irene asked when she saw Seulgi come back up

“There’s no more…” Seulgi  grumbled. She dragged her feet and flopping onto her bed.

“Oh, dad must’ve ate it for breakfast.” Irene stopped reading. She saw Seulgi pout before hearing a quiet,

“I’m hungry…”  

Irene closed her book and got up. She walked over.

“Why don’t we go grocery shopping for some ingredients?“

Seulgi didn’t reply.

“I’ll buy you whatever you want,”

Seulgi looked up but then looked back at her plushie.

“....I don’t feel like cooking…” she poked at the mustache on her Pringles plush

“I’ll cook for you then,”

She heard Seulgi scoff,

“Pft, you’re probably going to poison me…”

Irene rolled her eyes and crossed her arms. So much for hospitality.

“Do you want food or not?” her voice hardened a little.

Seulgi didn’t reply. She continued to pick at her plushy.

 

“Fine. Just starve. See if I care.” Irene huffed and began walking away but she suddenly felt her wrist being grabbed. She turned around and came face to face with a smiling Seulgi.

 

“I’m just kidding~ You don’t have to be so mean.” the younger girl playfully pouted. She held onto Irene’s wrist and softly swung it from side to side.

“Cook for me?”

 

Irene couldn’t help but break out into a smile,