Ah, what a rainy day.

 

The sky's entirely covered by heavy, gray clouds and rain could be heard pouring outside the windows. She sees droplets rolling on her windowpane. Irene sighs. It was supposed to be a jolly day for her-- since it is her special day and all. But Irene couldn't help but feel gloomy as the sky seemed to cry at such a day like this. Like why of all the days in the week, why did it have to rain today?

 

All she wanted to do is invite Yeri and Joy over (maybe Seungwan and Seulgi too), have fun grilling meat like they used to and might as well grab some drinks. But boy, the gods might have been mad at her for bringing such a storm on her birthday.

 

She groans, rolling on her bed. It's past 2 in the afternoon (but it seemed as if it was already evening), pretty much seemed like it as she spent most of her time lurking on her social media accounts after Yeri had taught her. She continues to laze around, doing nothing but breathing. She can't just go outside and play in the rain-- she's like turning 24 today. That seems quite inappropriate. Or at least thats what she thought.

 

Her mind suddenly drifts off into one of the moments when Seungwan suddenly barged into her dorm room just to hand her plastic bags before going home. She unconsciously lets out a giggle, reminiscing a moment the day after their mini date in Taeyeon's ice cream parlor just a week ago. (Is that even considered a date?)

 

Irene came face to face with a heaving Seungwan, three plastic bags on the floor that she recognized were her groceries. Groceries? Ah, I totally forgot! "What are--"

 

"Y-you didn't tell me your room is on the fifth floor." She says while trying to catch her breath. Though she really looks attractive with her hair all messed up as well as her shirt but Irene couldn't help but frown. "Your groceries." She watched as Seungwan carried the plastic bags and Irene lets her in. Irene led her to the kitchen and told the younger to sit at the stool provided. "Did you take the stairs?"

 

Seungwan nods, placing her hand inside her pocket. As athletic she may be, running on the stairs surely took away all her energy. "The elevator was jammed or something. Oh and your groceries, I forgot to give them to you yesterday so I kind of kept them in my refrigerator." She replied. "And your dorm is very cozy, by the way."

 

"How did you know my room number?" The older questioned as she arranged her things in the kitchen. "The landlady doesn't give information to anybody, especially that it's past six in the evening."

 

"I happened to pass by Yerim and Saeron so I asked her." Seungwan paused, the thought of creeping Irene out clearly didn't seem to pass by her head. "You don't mind, do you?"

 

Of course not.

 

"Not really." Irene hands her a glass of orange juice and pouring one for herself as well. She sits across the brunette and took light sips. "But you didn't have to drive all the way here though. You could have just brought it to me in my office."

 

Seungwan chuckles. "That'd be a bothersome for you. You take the bus home, right?" Irene hums appreciatively. "And I don't live that far away from here." As a contrast to her words, Seungwan's house was a lot further away from this area-- but of course she didn't want to worry the beautiful lass sitting across her now.

 

Irene beamed a smile, placing her hand on top of Seungwan's before giving it a light squeeze. "That's so thoughtful of you, thank you." 

 

The other girl grins, her teeth unknowingly blinding Irene's eyes. Why did Seungwan not become a model for a toothpaste commercial instead? She brought Irene's hand to her lips, giving it a soft peck. "Anything for you, milady." And winked at the latter.

 

Irene felt her cheeks burning as she stares at Seungwan's twinkling eyes staring back at her. It was as if she was the only thing that mattered, and Irene felt something that she's never felt before-- not even those men could give her this feeling. Maybe it's because of the greasy comment and acts. Or maybe because of Seungwan showing her how it feels to be special, somehow. "S-stop that." 

 

"Stop what?" She smiles and placed Joohyun's hand on the table. 

 

"Stop being so greasy." Irene pouts. The other girl couldn't help but laugh at how adorable she actually looks. She reached out and pinched the older girl's cheeks. "You're so cute, do you know that?"

 

Irene playfully swats her hand sway and huffed, turning away like the little child she is. Seriously, who would believe that she's 24? (In the story only) "Stop treating me like a kid!"

 

Seungwan's laughter turned into soft giggles as her hand made it's way to ruffle Joohyun's hair like the tease she was. "But you are a kid."

 

"I'm older than you!"

 

"That doesn't really matter now, does it?" 

 

"Yah!" Her hand on the officer's head is now used as a shield to protect herself from Joohyun's sudden attacks. She had no chance to retaliate, because duh, It's Bae Joohyun. Her laughter doubled-- enjoying how Irene reacts. Even Irene joined her from laughing as well. Because Son Seungwan's laughter had always been a contagious one that everyone around her would find themselves laughing because of her bubbly laughter.

 

"O-okay okay!" She finally grabs her wrists and grinned. "I surrender. I take those back. Now be a good bunny and sit back down."

 

"You're not the boss of me." Contrast to what she was saying, Irene obeyed anyways. Seungwan snickered. "I didn't say I am. Unless you want me to be." 

 

With the wiggling of bushy eyebrows and a erted smirk, Seungwan found herself crying out of pain. And yes, Joohyun smacked her hard.

 

"Whatever." Seungwan didn't bother replying and just gave the latter her famous lazy smile.

 

They spent a few hours together. Irene making dinner for the two of them and Seungwan continues to endlessly. She wonders how she lets the girl do that to her and not even bother kicking Seungwan out of her dorm. Oh well. After washing the plates together (as Seungwan insisted), they found themselves seated on the couch comfortably while watching whatever series shown on the television with a popcorn situated in between. Irene found the courage to start a new conversation with the other. "Tell me more about yourself, Seungwan."

 

Upon hearing this, the latter shot the older girl a questioning look. "Like what Joohyun?"

 

"Like tell me about your childhood, your family, dreams, ideal type--"

 

"Wait, is that even necessary?"

 

Irene glared at her. "I'm your friend and this is a must for me to know." Seungwan didn't seemed convinced at all but shrugs anyway. 

 

"Okay then." She sighs. "My childhood doesn't really have many memorable things in it though. I lived in Canada for a few years, considering that my father and my grandpa had business to deal with back then." Irene mutes the television and faced Seungwan completely. "I have an older sister, the one that's supposed to take over the company. She prepared for it all h