Where Irene has a broken leg

“See, this is what happens when you go a little overboard with your skateboarding”

Irene scowled when Joy kept tapping on her leg cast that was already filled with few written messages and weird looking doodles thanks to Yeri. The thing about a broken leg is that she gets to rest as much as she could and even had the excuse to skip school—much to her friends’ dismay—to just sleep her days away. But the other thing about being in bed is that she had to endure endless teasing and insults by her friends—specifically Seulgi, Joy and Yeri—and not being able to reach out to pull their hair, given the circumstances.

Easy to say, Irene had been feeling and wanting to punch the living daylights out of them

“Shut up and stop touching my leg!”

Irene said before throwing a single pillow right towards Joy’s face. Seulgi and Yeri cackled at the side when the impact had left a lipstick stain on Irene’s pillow.

“Anyways, where’s Wendy?” Irene asked

“Wow, we’re here and you don’t even seem to care” Seulgi scoffed

“That’s because you guys invited yourself in” Irene deadpans

“Well, Wendy’s about to invite herself in too anytime soon and I don’t see you complaining like you’re doing right now”

Yeri grins when she noticed that pink tint on the elder’s face. She knew about Irene’s feelings towards the blonde. Heck, everyone knows. But silly ol’ Irene is too dumb to admit it out loud.

“Ugh, just scram. You guys are too loud and it’s giving me a headache” Irene huffed

Seulgi took a seat right next to Irene’s bed and bobbed her eyebrows

“You like her, don’t you?” Seulgi spoke

“What are you talking about?! W-wendy is just a friend!”

“I never mentioned any names though?”

Seulgi teased and Irene was caught off guard with the sudden question. Her brain suddenly short-circuited as she couldn’t think of any comeback. ­ Seulgi. She thought. So she only did what she does best.

Smacking people

“Ow! What was that for?! You’re not this violent with Wendy!” Seulgi complained and rubbed her arms

“Hush it! I’m just worried about her” Irene scoffed again, looking anywhere else

“Why?” Yeri said

“Because she told me she stubbed her toe yesterday”

Irene spoke in a low voice, her face plastered with a worried look as she felt concerned for her hamster friend who stubbed her toe on a table. Irene mentally reminds herself to have a serious conversation with Wendy to either move the table someplace far or throw it out. Obviously that table meant harm and is very dangerous within Wendy’s proximity. As she was busy trying to find ways to burn the said table, Joy only stared at Irene with a blank look

“And you fractured an entire leg. If somebody has a more serious injury than a ing stubbed toe, it should be you”

Well screw Joy and the rest. Stubbed toe is considered a very serious injury—at least to Irene—because what if it caused the blood circulation to stop? What if Wendy bleeds? What if there’s a nail? What if Wendy trips and fall flat on her face and the ground is filled with shattered glass because Wendy accidently dropped her mug causing it to crack? Wendy could be hospitalized!

Okay maybe the last part was a little too dramatic

But that doesn’t leave the fact that Wendy is hurt too. And Irene hated seeing the pout on the blonde’s face. It’s too cute and is asking for a pinch. Or poke. Maybe a bite.  Either way, Wendy is adorable and adorable person like her should never get hurt. Even if it’s just a stubbed toe.

But maybe Irene enjoyed the latter’s company a little too much. Wendy too had been visiting her frequently like the rest. Although she felt glad and grateful that they’re visiting her every day at her house, nothing is compared to when Wendy’s the one visiting.

Wendy made sure she ate, constantly asking her is she’s okay or comfortable, bringing her porridge—she’s sick of having it—telling her stories about that rude lady down the streets who forced her to get an overpriced flower whenever she was on her way to visit Irene. Even though Irene had told her that the flowers were unnecessary, Wendy insisted on getting it. Despite the lady charging her more than she had planned.

Irene on the other hand kept listening. She didn’t have to say much because Wendy understands. She just listened, and stared. She loves how Wendy’s eyes glimmered when she talked about the things she likes even when Irene doesn’t understand half of it. She loved every single bit of it

Because Wendy is a good company. A great company

The three went home after spending some time with Irene and Wendy eventually came over later that evening, keeping Irene company as always. She had brought Irene some soup and porridge. Again. Only to receive a disgusted look by the elder

“Really, Wen?”

“What?”

Wendy looked up as Irene pointed at the bowl of porridge

“I broke my leg, Wendy. Not down with a fever for you to keep bringing porridge over”

“Still, you need to get better”

“My leg, needs to get better. My mouth on the other hand is fully functional for some great tasty meal. Like tteokbokki” Irene scoffed

Wendy rolled her eyes as she stood up

“Fine, do you need me to get you another one?”

Wendy was about to walk away with her wallet in hand when Irene held her by the wrist, stopping her from taking another step

“No. stay here with me”

Wendy was stunned, but smiled anyway. She took a seat next to Irene and offering to feed her even when both of Irene’s hands are fully functional. Irene was just glad that Wendy was too busy blowing the food to notice the blush that crept on her fac