It’s a quiet afternoon in the household. Kyungri and Misook are spending it watching a drama together in the living room; something that doesn’t happen often when it includes the two. It isn’t because they don’t get along—because they do. Most often not, their schedules [and freetime] never match.

Kyungri takes a sip of her bottled apple juice as her eyes shift over to Misook. Kyungri squints at Misook’s frown, rolls her tongue in in thought then shifts her attention back to the drama just as Misook rests her head on her propped up hand. Misook glances over to Kyungri and raises her eyebrows that Kyungri catches from her peripheral. Kyungri, in turn, raises her eyebrows with a small smile that Misook mirrors. Neither, though, talk or shift their attention away from the screen.

Strange, is what the household members call those two when they're alone together. Misook and Kyungri don’t understand why it’s strange, and have given up on asking the question since no one can articulate their words.

They don’t see how uncomfortable and awkward they look like to everyone else. They don’t see what looks like tension hanging in the air, but is actually mutual, comfortable acknowledgment towards the other. And they don’t notice how, supposedly, weird is it that neither really converse with each other [during a show or a movie] and in fact speak in mere glances and eye contact to get their points across.

It’s strange to everyone else, but them.

The camera’s focus is flickering between the two leads and their conflicting expressions. The female lead, an actress that the both are fond of, speaks one word that is conveyed perfectly, but the screen flickers back to the male lead. He shakes his head; he looks regretful. And then the ending soundtrack starts rolling.

“I think I hate him? With a passion?” Kyungri mocks in question, turning to Misook.

“I think I do? Too?” Misook copies with a teasing smile.

The two laugh softly at their lame sense of humor they share before going back to watching the commercials playing on the lowest of volume. One about gym equipment pops up.

“You know, Kyungri,” Misook starts. She positions herself to slightly face Kyungri. “I’m thinking of working out.”

Kyungri blinks and wonders why since the older plays all kinds of sports with Kris, Zitao and Luhan. “But don’t you already kind of do that? With the others, I mean.”

Misook gives an uncomfortable shrug. “I do but… Kris and Lu are actual training athletes. Zi just plays because it’s a fun hobby for her since she was a kid and I… I don’t know. I feel like I’m holding them back even though Lu says I’m not? I know we play just for fun, but I want to be more serious. About my health. You know that feeling?”

Kyungri lowers the volume to the TV even more. She nods understandably to Misook because she does get it. “Working out by yourself is nothing to feel bad about. They’ll understand.”

Misook hums in agreement and Kyungri does too, but they don’t go back to watching the commercials. Instead they sit there, having a conversation in not words but gestures.

“No diet, though.” Misook wags a finger, “I might want to be healthy, but in no way am I cutting the food I love to eat out of the picture.”

“So then just lesser portions?”

“Depends on how I feel that day,” comes Misook’s response that gets the both of them laughing. “But I’m thinking,” Misook catches her breath, “of working out maybe an hour every morning? Light jogs or something. I’ll start with that, then add later.”

“Like jogs and wei-”

“What.” Kyungri doesn’t bother to hide her eye roll. “Working out? What?” Luhan busts into the conversation from the hallway with a cinnamon bun hanging from , hair greasy and messy and her clothes looking like they haven’t been washed in a week. Which is probably true.

“Luhan… seriously?” Misook makes a disbelief face towards the light brown-haired woman. Kyungri tips her head over, gives Luhan a once over who gives her a pointed look in return, and then looks back to the commercials playing. “It’s 7AM and you’re eating a cinnamon bun. Why.”

Luhan doesn’t understand why she’s suddenly the topic of interest. The only reason she even cared enough to pop into this conversation is because she wants to the know the when, where and how Misook is going to work out.

For no particular reason.

“Because… breakfast?” Luhan is unsure. Even more unsure when Misook just sighs and shakes her head and Kyungri snorts.

The next episode of the drama starts up and the two immediately ignore the existence of Luhan in the room and leaves the latter very, very confused.

a / n:
the ending product is so different from the first draft, but i like it more, so i'm happy.
i've actually been working on this for 3 months, so it feels really good to finally feel good about it and post it lol
also, made this series [members-only] purely for all the swearing that is in almost all the chapters. since you can't read/guess them when not logged in.
i would also like to give my thanks to those who are sticking around for this series, those who've just come across it and to those that just come every once in a while. i appreciate the time you take to read these whacky one-shots, the new subs, and the reads/views <3
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