"Unnie— I don't want to get better, I don't wanna come back to my job." Seoyoon complained with her head rested on the olders lap.
Han Jiwoo wasn't fazed by what her younger sister had just said, Jiwoo knew that no matter how much Seoyoon hated her job, she'd still have to go.
"Well then, just quit. But dont expect to be able to go to the mall every Saturday night." Jiwoo smirked as she brushed her fingers through the brunettes hair.
"Oh come on! You have plenty of money— why can't you just help your sister out." The younger frowned, but Jiwoo only chuckled as an answer
"Quit your yapping Yoon. Drink your medicine then go to bed. " She lifted her sister's head off of her lap and stood up to go to the kitchen. "Mom gives me a good amount of pocket money anyways! Why the heck should I have a job?"
"To help out? Duhh?"
"Whatever." Besides, Seoyoon only works as a barista, it isn't that hard. She just has to make coffee and hand it out to the customers.
"Here." She held the medicine out to her younger sister. "Thanks."
"Oh– and can you please, just go grocery shopping on your own? Your fridge is really empty." Jiwoo reminded as she started to tidy her belongings to put back inside her bag.
"But I don't know what to get there without you—"
"Deal with it." The older said as she stepped out of her sisters apartment and closed the door behind her. The tall girl walked through the building's halls, heading to the elevator.
"Huh?" She was shocked to see the 'OUT OF ORDER' sign infront of the elevator. She sighed, how the heck am I supposed to get down?
"We're almost there bro." The faint sound of a voice of a young man startled Jiwoo, she looked around, looking for the source of the sound.
She turned a corner to see two young men; seems to be in their early twenties, one had his shoulder on the other. They both seemed drunk, but one seemed even more drunk. One had blonde hair and one had black hair.
Jiwoo observed them, looking for where they could've came from, oh. There was stairs. The tall girl mentally slapped herself for not thinking of stairs, even though it was clear that of course the building had stairs, she had walked up and down them a couple of times. But she still forgot about the stairs.
"Oh well."
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Mr. Vanilla Latte ; a choi soobin fanfiction
Fanfiction"Why do you always buy a vanilla latte at the exact same time everyday?" "I just really like vanilla lattes." "Then should I just call you Mr. vanilla latte?" The brunette joked. "Sure, you can call me anything you want." In wich Choi Soobin fal...
