Jungin walks into the kitchen at four in the morning to a sight she has only seen once in her time of stay at the share-house:

Kris washing dishes fully clothed.

It astonishes her to a point that her first thought is to quickly run and get Junhee to tell her the good news [that Kris has finally caught on] but then the sound of the rushing water reminds Jungin of her parchedness. So the thought of Junhee is quickly vanquished from her thoughts.

Jungin’s feet pitter-patter against the cool kitchen floor to the fridge, grabs a 16.9 fluid ounce water bottle and downs it in one go. She recaps it and tosses it into the small trash bin and makes her way back to her bed of fluff.

On her way out she gives a quick dubious look at two jam jars filled with soapy water in the sink before finally passing the doorway and up the stairs.

“Is someone saving this ounce of pineapple juice left in this jar or can I get rid of it?” Kris pops up from behind the fridge door with the funky looking pineapple jar that literally has barely anything in it.

Luhan looks up from pigging out on a sandwich that Misook made for her. She snorts, chokes and then answers with a mouthful. “Thoughtouch.”

Kris gives a harsh stare at the mayonnaise covered lettuce that splattered on top the counter courtesy of Luhan’s mouth. “It's not yours?” Her eyes never stray.

Luhan shakes her head and resumes consuming her food.

“Then whose is this?” Kris slams the door to the fridge shut with her hip, holding the jar up high.

“Junhee’s,” Kyungri appears from the corner to the family room with a few grocery bags in her hands, “You're free to do anything you want with it since she was going to throw it out.”

“Cool beans.”

The horrendous sound of Chanyoung’s blaring alarm almost makes her want to stab her ears, but she rises like the dead from their sleep. Gently, Chanyoung presses the stop button atop the alarm and then makes sure to switch the “on and off” button of the alarm to off. Nothing’s worse than having an alarm you thought you turned off thundering every five minutes.

Chanyoung doesn’t think to change out of her sleepwear since she has nowhere to go in about an hour or three, so she leaps out of her bed [literally] and skips out of her room as if she is on happy drugs.

She stomps down the stairs; her body all hyper but her mind still a bit laggy from the waking. The woman enters the kitchen, halts and blinks.

She stares for a solid three minutes.

“Is there something I can do for you, Chan?” Kris questions with a ghost of a smirk as she wipes tiny cup-like jam jars before setting them down on the dishrack.

Chanyoung shifts her gaze to Kris’ face and frowns because she’s confused. Very, very confused.

A pair of feet are heard from up the stairs and in joins Jungin who also stops next to Chanyoung and stares at Kris in what the oldest could only label as “disbelief”.

All three of them are confused.

Kris doesn’t ask the two again but instead gestures for either of them to speak up with the glass in her hand because it’s starting to get on her nerves that they’re just standing there, openly judging her.

“The… jars. Why did you wash them?” Chanyoung points to the unique once-strawberry-jar that is now spotless and no longer has the paper label on. Jungin nods along.

Kris sets the jar down and gives the two a stare then transfers it to the jar, to them, jar but ultimately back to them. She deadpans, “For glasses. We can use them as cups.”

Jungin is so repulse at the mere idea of using something that once had another [food] product stored in for who-knows-how-long. It's triggering the universal germaphobia in Jungin that she can’t help but gasp and take a step back.

Chanyoung, on the other hand, is a bit bothered by the sound of the new use but curious all the same. So she tries to redeem Jungin’s lack of manners by asking Kris if that was something she normally did where she lived.

Kris nods, brushes off Jungin’s face and cracks a joke about how no one has died from drinking out of jars before.

Jungin makes a sound identical to a kicked puppy.

“Look,” Kris picks two random mismatched jars from the dishrack and then takes out a bottle of water to fill them up. She then grabs both and hands them to the two, “Drink. I promise you won’t die.” Kris directs the last statement to the youngest.

They obey the oldest.

“Oh hey,” Chanyoung smacks her lips, “doesn’t taste any different. I actually feel pretty cool, too.” She laughs and continues to down the glass.

Jungin watches in horror as the water sits in until Kris comes and slams her colossal hand to her back making her swallow a portion of the water. She awaits for pain but nothing comes.

“See?” Kris smiles. She collects Jungin’s jar since she knows the kid isn’t going to drink anymore and brings it to the sink to wash it. “We used jars from jam or other fruit stuff because we were always short on money and, well, jars are cheaper then buying glass cups. Also they’re thicker so.” Kris shrugs.

“This is so smart!” Chanyoung sounds like a kid given a brand new toy, “And handles! I’ve never had a glass with a handle before. This is so cool!” Kris makes quick to capture Chanyoung’s flying hand that holds the handled jar.

“And it won’t make you sick?” Jungin nibbles on her lips.

“It won’t. I promise.”

A / N:
i had a bonus for this but i personally think it kinda ruins the ending?? so i deleted it.
also. i tried a thing with this. it didn't turn out so well so rip that idea lol
i don't actually know if those jars would make someone sick lol i researched but like came up with nothing so. ye.
until next Monday! o/ enjoy reading!