Warmth from your embrace

Night too cold, I do not mind

With you, I'm content.

-

Her eyelids droop heavily, barely getting the door closed after shrugging off her coat and kicking off her shoes. The keys are thrown to the counter where she doesn't find its matching pair, Joohyun must be working overtime again.

She doesn't bother with formalities as her bag is left to lie by the foot of the front door and gravitates towards the sofa, not sure if she can summon the strength to drag herself to bed. It was soft and cushiony enough, if she's going to maneuver herself to the bedroom, she'll probably trip and fall asleep on the floor.

The sofa it is then.

Letting out a sigh, Seulgi feels regret (and sleep) taking over her for taking up this internship. It's consuming all her time and quite frankly, ticking her off. She's out there running errands for her snobbish bosses who for some reason want coffee every hour of the day. God, she's tired of telling Mrs. Kim's kid why she keeps picking her up and sending flowers to Mr. Lee's girlfriend. Hell, she might as well be falling in love with her instead of him with how frequently they meet.

Joohyun, unsurprisingly, was displeased with how they treat her. She'd say they're wasting her potential as an artist and she could outdraw all of them if she wanted to. “I need to work my way to the top, Hyun,” with a chuckle she'd retort at the deepening pout on her