♤ ➖𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐇𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞

❤︎ • PROLOGUE

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"I don't think you're fully qualified for this job," With an obvious discomfort laced in her words, an older woman scratched the back of her head while a young girl's shoulders slumped down.

"It was my mistake too..." She muttered under her own breath, but the younger girl caught it. "So I'll pay you for your previous work but... you're fired, (Y/N)."

Letting out a breath of disbelief, the young girl surrounded by fallen snacks and drinks stood up to dust herself. "I'm really sorry!"

Her words vocally mimicked the way her head lowered with her hair working as (H/C) curtains all the while she blinked away tears, something heavily overlooked by the employer that walked away.

This was the fourth time this month, alone, that she has been fired.

"Here you go."

The older woman came back around and handed the girl an envelope with her name and the date. "Thank you for your work, (Y/N), hopefully you have better luck with the next job!" Though she meant to sound cheerful for the girl, her tone wasn't enough to drown her worry away.

In the welcome of an amber glow and surrounded by the cold air, a figure walked with a droopy body, dragging her feet across the concrete path.

"Now what..."

It couldn't get worse for her, could it?

A little droplet landed on her exposed skin. "Huh?" The puzzled (H/C) haired young woman looked up at the sky in complete confusion only to get caught up in a sudden drizzle of rain.

Stuffing the envelope in her bag, her face morphed into a mixture of annoyance, anger, and sorrow contorting into a madman as she looked for shelter.

In her hurry, she failed to notice a figure about to walk out of a gym until the entrance door was swung open at the perfect time to make harsh contact with the girl square in the face.

WIth a soft quieted squeak coming from the back of the young girl's throat, the stranger uttered a soft disapproving gasp. "Oh no! Svetlana did it again."

Tears welled up in the eyes of the girl as she gently felt her nose after having been smacked by the heavy door. The stinging feeling was almost suffocating, especially with her drenched being.

"Are you okay?" Upon hearing the thick russian accent, with her eyes once again blink away her tears, the girl forced a smile on her face.

"I'm fine!"

"Let's get you inside Svetlana's gym." Helping the girl inside, and locking her gym's doors, she led her into mattresses put away in a neat fashion. "Svetlana will make sure you're alright, one moment."

In the stranger's disappearance, (Y/N) broke character and held her nose, her mouth forming an "o" to enunciate her pain without making noise. The pain was truly insufferable and the coldness that came from the rain on her worsened her day.

"What a day!" The gymnast who had been referring to herself in third person came back holding an ice pack, a happy smile formed into a face of concern when she noted the way the girl had tears welling up in her eyes.

The russian gymnast batted her long eyes at the girl for a while which concerned the girl who moved her head to the side, having tried to pull back the tears. "Are you... Are you okay?"

Staring at her too masculine appearance, the young Russian girl made a face of annoyance. "Svetlana just looks like someone wearing guyliner."