Zhang Yixin stands outside the two story housing, debating about ringing the doorbell. Behind the door and curtain closed windows sounds like utter chaos and Yixin would be lying if the screeches and shouting doesn’t scare her. Because they do, very much so.

They’re loud, like really loud—so loud that Yixin wonders if they have ever gotten the police to come over from noise complaints. She feels like they might have but it’s just a hunch.

She rubs her face with a groan. A part of her doesn’t want to check the place out but an even larger part wants her to. The rent was cheap too for crying out loud! She can’t pass this opportunity up; especially since the housing is closer than the other two she’s leaning toward renting. And, despite how fearfully loud the tenants sound inside, Yixin tries to see the positive in loud roommates and that was company.

And the rent was cheap.

Yixin rings the bell with a light sigh, mentally crying that the rent is what’s really buying her.

The door swings open not even a second after the bell and Yixin is greeted by the semi- of someone her height with lengthy brown hair and dress only in… her undergarments?

‘What.’

“New tenants here mom!” Said woman screeches to the top of the stairs that Yixin can clearly see lead to a wide hallway. Over on the small thin wooden railing that overlooks the first floor is a black haired girl, thankfully dressed, who bears a sour expression as she watches the other women on ground floor run amok.

Yixin blinks and the person who answered the door disappears and is replaced by two other women, both platinum blonde, in shorts and a bra, jumping and laughing and it looks like one is waving a black lace bra above their head. Another blonde joins looking panic but dressed in sweats like the one upstairs. She speaks in quick broken Korean about soaks, treasure and something about only she can touch them?

Yixin feels lost, so very lost as the three disappear to the right and three other women come from the left.

‘Just how many tenants live here again?’

Red, red and a dark brown are their hair colors. One of the redheads' is a good head shorter than the other two and is also dressed in some showy undergarments as well; the others’ in sweats. Yixin puts one and one together and figures maybe she came over during laundry day?

The trio ignore her presence at the door and turn besides the staircase and disappears underneath it, seemingly to be in a deep conversation that Yixin can’t hear because there is still screaming going on somewhere in the house.

“Oh my Go—hello! Hi, I’m so sorry for—ing Christ, Kris!” Yixin snaps her head towards the gentle voice that bit in a second.

It’s a petite woman (Yixin identifies her as petite because she’s wearing an oversized t-shirt that eats her up) with barrettes in her light brown hair in odd angles, looking like she had just about enough with the world. Next to her (ascending the stairs) is a dark haired woman with a greeting Yixin and loose sport shorts that expose her green girl boxers.

Yixin takes a double take at the exposed back with wide eyes.

“What.” The woman stops four stairs below to answer and yet still towers the other woman.

“What? What!” The shorter woman explodes with exaggerated gestures, “Why are on Earth are you not wearing a bra, Kris!”

Kris shrugs, “Someone stole the bra I was going to wear.”

“Then put a shirt on for Christ Sake!”

“But they’re all in the washer, Junnie.” This “Junnie” woman lets out a cry of frustration and seems to just give up on life. She waves the taller woman off and speeds down to Yixin with an apology as her first word of greeting.

Yixin giggles at her memory of her first move in day (more of a tour-day but she deems it a move in day), recalling perfectly how she had told herself that she wasn’t going to move in with such crazy people living under that roof.

Crazy enough to walk around half .

But here she is, the first of July: monthly laundry day once again.

She’s kind of glad that the other two places she had considered had already sold the room she was looking at because living in this shared house is probably the best thing that has ever happened to her.

A close second is calling these whacky women her family.

(“Give me my bra back, Baekhee!”

“Let her wear it, Misook! She just wants to know how it feels to actually have !”

“Kris! Junghae is bullying me!”

“Hae! Stop bullying the twelve year old boy!”

“STOP BULLYING ME!”

“Stop bullying Baekhee girls! And Kris, put a God. Damn. Bra. On!”)

A / N:
i'ma be honest... i forgot it was Monday last Monday. the weeks been a blur.
two more to go before i gotta start writing now aaaahhhh
Til next Monday!