Blue and Grey | Jungkook fanfic

Seven

Her sleep, once again, had been interrupted by talking and movement from downstairs. It was a relief though; Go Eun was having an uncanny dream of flying zebras. Her imagination could go wild sometimes.

It wasn't a relief for the source of the din, however. Go Eun gets cranky when she doesn't get her eight hours.

Stretching, Go Eun jumped to her feet, on her way to teach whatever or whoever was making that noise in the early morning a lesson. "Seriously, don't they know what being considerate means?"

Go Eun was saved the trouble of going down the stairs in such a groggy state and risk tripping over when Chul burst into her room, causing her to have a fit. "Ya, Chul, don't you know how to knock?"

Giving her a sheepish smile, Chul scratched his head and pointed downwards. "Mianhae (Sorry). Your school works are being delivered here. The workers are moving it from the truck now. I think you'd probably want them to be gentle with the handling, so..."

"Ugh, I'll go down and help. Those people never know how fragile the things are." Go Eun pushed past Chul. She could remember how bulky those drawing easels and canvases were back when she was still in university. She should have cleared off everything and brought everything home on the last day, but laziness made her leave everything behind. And now, apparently, her university had asked workers to deliver all her items to her house.

Go Eun's father was eating breakfast — white rice porridge with kimchi — while reading the morning newspaper. Her mother was facilitating the workers outside unloading the truck parked outside their house.

"Morning, Father," Go Eun said, walking swiftly past. A look in the mirror made her realize that her hair was sticking out from all over the place and there was dried up drool below her mouth. And — boy — her morning face. She couldn't possibly let the neighbors or anyone outside see her in this state.

By the time Go Eun had freshened up and done her usual morning skincare routine, the workers were wheeling her items into the house already. The easels were hard to fold, and the workers were really getting on her nerves by the way they were tampering with them.

"Excuse me, but could you be more careful with the easels? They're expensive and fragile. Don't break them please." Go Eun tried to resist the urge to snatch those easels over.

There arrived a few cardboard boxes containing Go Eun's drawing materials. She helped the worker to carry  the boxes down. They weren't heavy, but she couldn't risk the paint squeezing out of the tubes, or the carefully arranged materials getting messy.

And the paintings. Oh, boy were they precious. Go Eun single-handedly brought all the paintings down from the truck. She could not afford to let those people meddle with her hard work.

Soon the entrance of the house was filled with cardboard boxes after boxes and easels and paintings, leaned against the wall. When the workers had volunteered to carry those to her room, Go Eun declined. "Aniyo, it's okay. I can do those myself. Thank you for your hard work."

Chul came over with crossed arms. "I just can't understand why you're so fussy about your items and all. You have to trust that they won't damage anything. They're paid to do their job."

Go Eun shrugged. "You never know how they handle things. After all, my paintings are valuable to me."

Then her phone rang in her pocket, and Go Eun put down the box she was holding, groping in her pocket for her phone. "Yeoboseyo? (Hello?)"

"Oh, Go Eun!" Jeong Hui's voice came from the other line. "Did you receive the stuff from school? This morning my stuff was delivered to my house too."

"Oh, yes, I did. Didn't the school arrange for that?"