A/N: fair warning: probably 150% crack. 

Irene wasn’t exactly sure what she stumbled upon when she returned home from class.

Sure, she was used to the chaos that came from living in a sorority house because let’s face it, when you have 15 girls of different personalities ranging from likeminded type-A leaders to the scarily quiet ones who always seem a step ahead, one has come to expect the unexpected.

But she figured (hoped) that living in the smaller private coach house with her executive board would at least merit some semblance of order.

Obviously she was wrong.

The second she swung open the tall pastel blue door, the smell of maple and sugar hit her senses. It wasn’t necessarily a bad scent, but to be engulfed in it at 3 o’clock in the afternoon was suspicious. Coupled with the fact that she knew all four other of her roommates finished class at noon on Tuesdays only left her guard up even higher.

Irene was expecting the worst and when she found Wendy and Yeri on the kitchen floor covered in powdered sugar from their bare feet to the tips of their hair, she knew her worst was nothing compared to the reality.

“Oh! Unnie is home!” Wendy cheered, sitting up with so much velocity she tumbled over, doing a complete somersault. She starfished on the kitchen floor, arms and legs stretched out. “Hi unnie!”

“You know– you know what I don’t get?” Yeri began, eyes squinting as if she was thrown into the blazing sunlight of early afternoon. “We call every girl older than us ‘unnie’ and yet we never get them confused! I mean, there’s four of you guys and when I say ‘unnie’ the one I’m talking to automatically knows who I’m calling for. It’s like in Lilo and Stitch. They say ‘aloha’ as hello and goodbye. How are you supposed to know the difference?!”

Wendy gaped, eyes blown wide open and jaw dropped. “Oh my god,” she whispered urgently. “You’re so right, Yerim-ah! It’s the same thing when we say ‘oppa’!”

Yeri nodded knowingly before opening and closing a few times, as if to wet it. “Unnie,” she looked up at Irene, dazed while the older girl looked at her expectantly, biting back a chuckle. “See! How’d you know I was talking to you and not Wendy unnie?!”

“Because you were looking right after me, Yeri.” Irene laughed. “Can I ask what’s with this mess and more importantly who’s going to clean it up? Because I’m certainly not.”

“We’ll get to it eventually.” Wendy brushed off easily with a small shrug of her shoulders. “Once the brownies wear off.”

Oh.

Pot brownies. Go figure.

“You guys finally broke into Hyoyeon’s secret stash, huh?”

“Aniyo. We aren’t heathens, unnie.” Wendy struggled to sit up on her elbows and she looked at Irene as if she just insulted their very ways of life. “For the record, Hyoyeon unnie gave us a whole tray for free. Something about them being too potent to sell.”

Irene clapped her hand over her eyes, groaning loudly. She could practically hear the sinister cackle of the older girl when she knew that she was delivering her executive board to her high as a kite on a silver platter.

But a very small part of her was a bit bitter for a different reason.

“Why didn’t you guys wait for me to come home so we could try them together?” Irene asked, head tilted.

“We were planning to but Joy said that one of us needed to be sober to take care of us.”

“And Seulgi unnie reminded us you’re interviewing for that internship next week and they’ll probably drug test you because they want you to start right away.”

Brown eyes rolled and Irene bit her bottom lip, trying to ignore the fluttering in her chest from Yeri’s explanation. Leave it up to her girlfriend to find a way to both look out for her wellbeing while showing how much she believe in her in a single statement.

Seulgi really was too cute for her own g