“Please! Please, please, please let me in, Kris!” Zitao cries feet away from the back sliding door, hands over her head and eyes scouting out the area for the buzzing threat.

Kris stands on the inside of the glass door with a nasty, amused grin. She shakes her head but Zitao isn’t even looking at her anymore. Instead she’s zoned in on the nasty buzzing demon just ahead of her.

Is Kris sadistic? Maybe. Does she have a twisted sense of humor? Of course. Does she care that she’s actually putting Zitao in danger? Well, that’s a fifty-fifty because it’s only one wasp that isn’t actually chasing after Zitao but hovering around the middle most beam of the patio’s roof.

Kris slides the door open just a centimeter wide and shouts out, “Apologize, Zitao, and only then will I let you in!” She makes sure to get a good laugh in before shutting the door at Zitao’s movement.

“But I already did! Please!” Zitao sobs; her make-up completely ruined because of this. She doesn’t catch Kris rolling her eyes since her focus is solely on the one wasp that keeps circling around the middle beam of the patio.

She feels like she’s going to die and she’s going to die ugly.

“Sincerely!” Kris shouts but it sounds way louder then the time before and that’s when it clicks to Zitao. She turns and sees that Kris has the sliding door wide open, arm length; Zitao makes a mad dash for it; eyes only on the laundry room and the wasp whereabouts completely gone.

Just as Zitao makes it to that middle beam, Kris slams the door shut and flicks the lock with an animated laugh.

Zitao cries at a higher pitch because now she doesn’t know where the wasp is and she feels like she’s locked on the patio with the flying killer. She hears the buzzing but her eyes aren’t picking up the location of the sound; she’s scared.

Kris’ laughter dies down as she finally decides that maybe Zitao has had enough for the five minutes locked outside; a punishment for Zitao not doing her chores for two weeks and having stained everyone’s white clothing in the washer.

Before opening the sliding door, Kris does a brisk scout for the wasp that she quickly finds bumping the patio roof just a few heads above Zitao’s cowering form. It doesn’t seem to see Zitao as a threat and as it’s distracted Kris decides now is a good time to let Zitao in. So she flicks the lock up, but just as she’s about to slide the door open something huge catches her eye; Kris’ breath gets caught in .

It’s a huge, nasty wasp and it’s bumping against the sliding door, trying to come in.

Kris racks her brain for options because she knows if she opens the door now that wasp is going to zoom in and chaos will ensure, but at the same time she needs to get Zitao out and away from those two wasp for her safety. Does she tell Zitao to make a dash for the back gate or risk opening it? Will Zitao even hear her telling her to go for the back gate with her loud muttering?

“Kris!” Kris feels like she was stung by the mother of all wasp herself at the sound of the threatening voice.

It’s Junhee and she doesn’t sound happy. ‘.’

Kris backs away from the sliding door with her hands up in surrender mood as if Junhee has walked in with a gun to her head. Kris backs all the way up against the washers with a uncomfortable smile because she knows this predicament doesn’t look good.

Junhee says nothing more to the dark-haired woman who’s still in only shorts and her sports bra. She cuts eye contact and positions herself in a steady stance at the sliding door; both hands on the handle. Junhee taps the glass loudly that causes Zitao to look up; her face tells everyone that she has just seen her savior.

Kris goes back to wincing at the huge wasp that has now made its way down and away from the opening of the sliding door. Her eyes fall to the back of Junhee who nods firmly at Zitao. Kris does a quick prayer just as Junhee slides the door open three-fourths of the way to allow Zitao to tumble in and onto the floor, a crying and mumbling mess. But Kris doesn’t pay full attention to the younger woman as her eyes are back on the wasp that seems to notice the opening that is closing by Junhee’s hands and in a blink of an eye Kris hears a crunch.

“—I swear I’ll never mix whites and colors in the washer, I swear!” Zitao mumbles on the ground, but her pleas are falling on two sets of deaf ears.

Kris swallows a hot lump in and tries to awkwardly smile but Junhee is having none of her fun and games.

“Kris.”—Kris flinches—“Kitchen. Now.” And the death sentence has been written.

“Yes, Ma’am.” Kris bows as she scurries off to the chosen room.

A / N:
it's weird. i like kris' character, but i honestly dislike how she goes about things lol she makes me frustrated >.>
in other news, either later today or sometime this week, i'll be cross-posting this to my Wattpad acc. it's something i've been wanting to do for a while.
the order in which the chs will be posted will be different but the same until it's caught up. the updating schedule will also be the same, but 1 week behind.
until next Monday!