Catch Me (Purinz/Chaewon x Yunjin)

January: Part Two

Growing up with Yunjin, Eunchae had learned, from a very young age, to expect to be bombarded with weird things, because Yunjin tended to have a flair for the dramatic, and thus dragged her into it without thinking twice. She'd seen her in various states of panic, most of them over girls, some of them over other things, had witnessed her tornado-esque ability to tear apart rooms in search of a single object, had experienced first-hand just how tiring she was when frantic.

It was really saying something, though, that Eunchae had never, in all her years of dealing with frantic Yunjin, seen her quite this insane.

As soon as she'd set foot in the Huh-Nakamura household, Yunjin had dragged Eunchae off of the couch and to the guest house, claiming she needed her help on what to wear and where to take Chaewon to dinner, because she, as Chaewon's student, would, of course, know these things.

Kazuha was there, too, leaning against the doorframe, and Eunchae could see her recording every now and then, a smirk planted firmly on her face as she observed the chaos from a safe distance.

There were clothes strewn across every surface, and Yunjin still hadn't settled on what she was wearing, parading around in a sports bra and boxers, running around like a headless chicken.

"Yunjin," she looked down at her watch, "you have exactly one hour until you're supposed to pick Chaewon up and not only do you not have anything to wear, you still haven't decided where you're taking her."

"Fuck you're right," Yunjin said, "and there aren't many places even I can squeeze in a table with such short notice."

"Just call Eunbi," Eunchae suggested, "she loves us, and I'm sure Chaewon will love Enozi."

"Good idea!" Yunjin absentmindedly kissed Eunchae's forehead before moving around once more to search for 'the perfect outfit'. "Can you call her for me, though?"

"Sure." As Eunchae dialed in the number, Yunjin yelled:

"Kazuha! Get your ass over here and be useful for once!"

"I wanted to take a nap, you piece of shit."

"Yeah, well, you didn't and you're here so you could at least help."

"Fine, bitch, but only because you're helpless on your own."

Eunchae sighed at the exchange, and the phone rang twice before there was an answer.

"Eunchae! How are you? How's school been?"

"Great, Eunbi," she grinned. Eunbi had once worked as her and Yunjin's chef while their parents were away, but Daniel and Jihyo had been so impressed with her cooking that they gave her the startup loan to fund her own restaurant, and she hadn't disappointed.

Enozi Bistro was one of the most frequented high-end restaurants in the city, and she always had a table for the Huh family.

"School's been eventful," she informed her dutifully, "and the lunches are atrocious compared to your cooking, but what can you expect from public school?"

"Honestly," Eunbi scoffed, "it's as though they're feeding criminals, it's barbaric. You know you can always swing by before school to pick up food."

"I might take you up on that eventually," Eunchae laughed.

"What do you need, little tiger?" Eunchae smiled at the old nickname that Eunbi had given her back in her days working for her family, in reference to her appetite much too big for her body. "It's much too late for this to just be a casual chat, I know you too well."

"It's Yunjin, actually," she said.

"Oh what has she gotten herself into this time?"

"She has a date with a girl, who she wants very badly to impress," Eunchae responded, "it's all very last minute and she's tearing apart her room trying to find something to wear. It's a warzone in here."