Her lips were drawn into a thin line as she stared in absolute horror at the sight in front of her she felt her jaw slack and eventually drop as her eyes continued to roam the various contents in her friends drawer. Now, one just might ask what she was doing snooping around in her friends things, Nayoung had a very reasonable explanation for this. Every member of I.O.I was well informed of Nayoung’s compulsion to keep every single article of clothing outrageously clean and most of the girls had learned to accept and make use of their leader and her strange ways. All except one. 

The absolute bane of her cleansing tendencies, The one that stuffs shirts back into her drawer because “If worn with a new outfit its a new shirt.”, The one and only beagle maknae. 

Jeon Somi. 

And so, it had become Nayoung’s routine to make a beeline to Somi’s dresser before heading to the laundry room. 

What she usually pulled out of the maknae’s clothing drawer was a couple of mismatched character socks, at least three shirts and two pairs of pants and today had been no exception. Until she spotted a little colourful something tucked under a shirt in the corner of said drawer. She spared a quick glance behind her before uncovering the item. 

Nayoung’s eyes widened upon sight and suddenly felt, ridiculously uncomfortable staring at an opened box of banana flavoured condoms.

Banana flavoured. 

She bit her bottom lip hesitantly before a storm of thoughts ripped through her mind at breakneck pace. 

Somi's parents.. they gave her “the talk” didn’t they? Oh my god.. what if they didn’t? DOES THAT MEAN I’M SUPPOSE TO GIVE HER THE TALK?? That kid.. she said she had went on a banana diet.. I didn’t know this is what she meant! Ohmygod.. What if her partner didn’t put it on right??? WHAT IF they doubled up without knowing how friction works??? 

“Nayoung Unnie?”

Nayoung spun around shutting the drawer with a soft ‘thud’ and masking her raging thoughts with her infamous poker face that was now eye to eye with Somi’s.

“Yes?” she croaked her voice an octave higher than it normally would’ve been. 

Somi arched an eyebrow before peeking into Nayoung’s laundry basket that was currently slung under Nayoung’s arm. 

“Whatcha doing there?” 

“Laundry.” she answered quickly. 

“Are ya done?” Somi questioned stiffling a yawn that threatened to escape her lips.

“Yes.” Nayoung answered monotonously, her back firmly up ag