Shuhua loves the way Soojin finds different ways to make their outfits match. It’s subtle and lacks the flamboyant flare of Shuhua’s brazen declarations. And the fact that it’s so Soojin makes Shuhua’s cheeks hurt.   

“It’s nauseating,” Yuqi jokes one night when she’s over.

“You’re just jealous.”

“When are you going to pick something?”

Shuhua hits pause on the remote, “Pick something? What do you mean?”

“Yeah,” Yuqi turns on the couch to give Shuhua her undivided attention, “Like when are you going to choose the matching item? Everyone knows you aren’t picking it because it isn’t an eye sore to look at—“ she evades the cushion, “—Yah! Don’t be angry at the truth!”

“Whatever, I do other stuff.” Shuhua folds her arms over her chest.

“Like?”

“I love her!”

Yuqi snickers, “Anyone with half an ear can tell. You should pick the next thing to match.”

Counter to Yuqi’s suggestion, Shuhua doesn’t pick the next items that match. She doesn’t pick that one or the next one or the next next one. And really, why should she when Soojin is just so much better?

The idea strikes her, early one morning, while listening to Miyeon frantically rush around the house. It takes weeks to find and, by the end of it, her eyes feel broken. 

Unlike Soojin, Shuhua doesn’t even try to be subtle. “Jagiya!” She storms into the room without bothering to knock. “Here!”

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