Of Large Hands, Foreheads and Egos
Our House [One-Shot/Drabble Collection]Misook drags herself down the stairs, a hand gripping the railing to steady her wobbly steps as the other rubs away the sleep. She stops at the base of the stairs and attempts to remove her eye boogies and smears them on her jeans she wore yesterday (or was it the day before?). She then attempts to smooth out her long natural wavy dark hair from its birds nest form but fails miserably and really, she couldn’t care less.
The sound of silverware greets the oldest and she smiles with her eyes close. It's a sure sign that Kyungri is in the kitchen and she could really use the younger’s homemade coffee right now and maybe breakfast–is it the morning? Either or, food in her system sounds pleasing.
Misook tries to sniff the air for a scent but she frowns at the lack of the sweet smell of food and the heavenly aroma of coffee. She pries her eyes open to find a clear path towards the kitchen to only close them and begin walking towards the room.
The closer she gets the clearer the sounds of the kitchen becomes. She pops her eyes open at the loud sound of someone crunching on cereal and is welcomed by Kris sloppily chewing her cereal.
Misook watches with a look of pure disgust at the first tenant’s lack of table manners. Her eyes follows a drip of milk running down Kris’ chin and drops to an exposed thigh and this causes Misook to sigh profoundly.
“Really?” Misook bluntly questions the latter who finally seems to notice Misook and gives birth to a small hand movement Misook thinks is a wave. Kris then goes back to slowly eating the cereal with eyes close.
Misook will forever be baffled on the confidence that Kris bares in herself and her body. She recalls the third day she moved in and walked out of her room to only jolt back in at Kris walking in nothing but a towel around her hair. Misook also remembers Junhee scolding the tallest to not scare her leasers and to cover up because she, quote unquote, “isn’t a dude”.
Least to say finding Kris, right now, in nothing but a bra and mismatching underwear isn’t surprising. In fact, finding Kris in clothes at home is the rarest thing.
“How wha the 'itin’ go?” Kris speaks with a mouth full of cereal and Misook really wants to slap the girl. But she only sighs and takes a seat across Kris and replies:
“It I don’t get a passing score, I’m telling the school he has ually harassed me.”
Kris pauses and raises a brow. “Has he?”
“No.”
“Cool.” The blonde nods with a stupid grin and resumes eating the soggy cereal.
Misook scrunches her face at the lack of crunch she once heard and beckons Kris to lean towards her. The younger obeys with her spoon still in . Misook then gives a sweet smile and brings her hand up to Kris’ cheek and playfully pushes the blonde’s face away from her.
Kris leans back with a growing grin, slowly turning to face Misook. Kris then takes out the spoon from , places it in the bowl and rubs her chin. Kris’ eyes glint in amusement, “So it’s like that, huh?”
Misook rolls her eyes. “Kris–” she’s cut short by Kris’ quick slap on her cheek. drops and her brows meet.
Kris shrugs innocently with a grin playing on her lips. “To slo–” Misook strikes back and may or may not have made Kris bite her tongue mid-sentence.
The two pause, watching and waiting for the other to make a move.
Kris raises to her feet first, Misook a second later to only plop back on her chair from the shove Kris and her massive hand gives her forehead.
“Hey!” Misook exclaims and quickly rises to her feet to shove Kris’ shoulders.
The two begin a not-so-playful shoving match over the table, throwing fruitless insults about big hands and huge foreheads, to only be interrupted by the owner of the housing.
Kim Junhee enters the joint kitchen slash dining room with her hands clapping to silence the bickering.
“Ladies, ladies, what’s going on here?” Junhee asks with her hands on her hips like Wonder Woman. “And Kris! What have I told you about walking around in your underwear?” The dark haired woman directs her attention toward the tall blonde.
Kris scoffs as she gestures to her body. “It’s practically a bikini, Junnie.”
“Kris.” The expression on Junhee’s face is the perfect mix of every disappointment known to man and it cracks Kris.
“Fine. Fine!” Kris throws her hands up and walks out of the joint room whilst muttering, “I’ll go wear the proper attire, your Highness.”
“She only listens to you…” Misook mumbles her thought out loud and freezes when Junhee’s expression is now directed at her.
She may be the oldest in the household as of yet, but Junhee is the owner and therefore anything she says is the law under this roof.
A/N:
title still a work-in-progress lol
fun fact #1: this one-shot takes place before everyone else not mentioned moved in (so they only know each other for a month or so).
fun fact #2: the idea for this one-shot was from my mom xD
nonetheless, thanks for dropping by and reading! see you next Monday!
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EDIT: okay i understand why s*xually was deleted but like why "he r mo uth" ???
EDIT PT 2: tenses are hard.
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