“Jjin-ah, have you seen my-”

“It’s already packed.” 

Sock footed, Shuhua slid into the living room. She’s wearing one of Soojin’s shirts, black and loose hanging. “Really?” She asked, wide eyed and incredulous. 

Humming, Soojin nodded. Her gaze was focused on the script in her hand but Soojin could feel the gaze, unwavering and overflowing with adoration. There was something about the way that Shuhua admires her that was welcoming but aggravating in others.

“Have I told you that I love you?”

Biting the inside of her cheek, Soojin does her best to exude an expression of cold indifference. “Everyday.”