Krystal sighed in content as she stood over her turntable, trying to pick out the right record to play for her usual Sunday afternoon chore.
Sundays meant 3 things for her –
In the morning, relaxation,
In the afternoon, execution,
And in the evening, reorganisation.
The later one being with her mind and thoughts, as resetting herself to prepare for a brand-new week is fruitful for a person's mental state of health.
It was currently phase 2 of her Sunday regiment, so it was time to execute all her house chores before they mountain up against each other and became an impossible thing for her to do alone.
Usually, she would be accompanied by the music from her favourite artists, but ... she was having a difficult time choosing from the array of impressive records that she had owned.
"You know what? Screw this. I'm putting spotify on shuffle,"
Henceforward, she connected her phone to the bluetooth system of her home and pressed on the first playlist recommended to her: Women (P)ower.
Without much thought, Krystal drowned herself in work, making sure that every corner of her home was spotless and clean.
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Krystal was in the middle of mopping her floor clean while the music was in the middle of playing W.A.P by Cardi B when the front door to her apartment opened and shut, to her divine horror.
There's some whores in this house
There's some whores in this house
There's some whores in this house
I said certified freak, seven days a week
Wet ass pussy, make that pullout game weak, woo!
Yeah,
yeah,
yeah,
yeah,
Yeah, you fucking with some wet ass pussy
Bring a bucket and a mop for this wet ass pussy
Give me everything you got for this wet ass pussy-
"Is this song ... about what I think it is?!" Krystal questioned herself in a confused manner before quickly scramming around the living area in search of her cell phone to stop the music.
She didn't mind if it was Jessica that had went through her door, the worse reaction from her sister would be just a few lines of teasing, but if it had been her parents, – may God bless them.
But what do you do when it was the Kim Taehyung standing in the hallway of your living room, wearing a 3-piece suit with a bunch of roses in his hands and huge, gorgeous grin on his face?
You squirm in embarrassment of course and your face goes red. Sighing in defeat of not being able to find her phone, Krystal yelled out loud to the smart device in her home: "Siri, please pause the music."
Silence engulfs the air, as the two of them shared a heated look.
Breaking off from the staring contest first, Krystal took the mop that had fallen out of her hold from the ground and rushed towards the washroom nearby to dispose of it. She was done with her chores anyway, but Taehyung popping up out of nowhere was giving her another set of chores to deal with – her thumping heart.
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