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Next time.
Famous last words.
Because despite Sana convincing herself that her interaction with the Park siblings had been nothing but a once in a blue moon occurrence, over the next couple of days, her exposure to the scion of Starling City increases at an exponential rate and Jihyo makes an appearance in literally every aspect of her life.
It only takes her one day, a little under 24 hours after his ill-fated attempt at making her breakfast, for him to impose his presence upon her once more.
Sana's dragging her exhausted, stuffy-nosed self (yeah, she’s resigned herself to the fact that she is actually sick) down to the laundry room, one hand fisted tightly over her bag of dirty clothes, holding the other flat against the wall so she doesn’t fall over her own feet, when she next sees Jihyo.
Or rather, when she bumps, face first, into her.
“Oof, hey!”
It takes Sana a moment to find her bearings, eyes clenched shut to fight off the sudden onslaught of dizziness that overwhelms her at the contact. Her glasses dig painfully into the bridge of her nose and she whines in pain.
It’s like she’s just walked into a brick wall, which is strange because there shouldn’t be one right in the middle of the laundry room. Should there? Her hand is against a wall ,a small wall, so she shouldn’t be bumping into one.
“I’m not a brick wall.”
Sana squints at the wall and her heart sinks when she comes face-to-face with a very amused, albeit a little scruffy looking, Jihyo. Sturdy, shorter,slightly muscular, built like a tank, Jihyo.
Of course.
Sana wrinkles her nose. “You feel like a wall.”
"More like a short Brick wall ".
“And you sound like a frog.”
Sana drops her laundry bag on the ground, jaw dropping open, affronted. She purses her lips. “Excuse me?”
"WHAT?", Jihyo tries to match Sana's height but miserably fails.
"What did you just say?, A FROG? A FUCKING FROG? ".
“I just mean that you sound like you’re sick,” Jihyo backpedals and it’s very reassuring knowing that even with a nose so stuffy Sana can’t feel the appendage anymore, her patented glare still holds some power over Jihyo. “Which you denied yesterday.”
“I didn’t think I was sick yesterday,” she laments pitifully. “But then around dinner time I realised I was keeping nothing down and now I’m all ache-y and I can’t breathe through my nose, so...” Sana lifts her shoulders in an attempt to shrug, but even that takes too much effort. She pouts. “Laugh it up, you were right, I guess I’m sick.”
“You shouldn’t be doing laundry then.”
Jihyo says it so matter-of-factly, with the air of someone who has never run out of clothes before (duh, She is who She is). Jihyo also probably hasn’t been so sick as to be drenched in so much sweat during the night that everything that came in contact with last night’s clothes now needs a good wash.
“Not everyone has a handmaid to do all their chores for them, unfortunately,” Sana mutters darkly, kicking her bag towards the closest available machine and elbowing Jihyo out of her way.
“In case you haven’t noticed, I’m the one down here, not a handmaid, so you don’t have to take that judgmental tone with me.”
She lets Jihyo's pointed remark slide. Sana's sick. She can’t be held accountable for whatever irritable thing that comes out from between her lips. Turning her back to Short woman , she shoves her hands into her pockets for coins. She needs coins. Oh no, did she forget to grab her stash of coins from the - her back pocket jingles noisily as she pats herself down and she sighs in relief.
“Sana, why are you ignoring me? What’d I do this time?”
Ugh, why is she so annoying?
“I’m just trying -” Sana shoves some coins into the slot with more force than necessary “- to do my laundry. It’s got nothing to do with you.”
“Well, do you need help?”,Jihyo looks like a lost puppy.
The question comes so far out of left field that it makes Sana spin around, her fist still closed around her last remaining quarters. “What?”
“Your um... that bag looks heavy.” Jihyo points to the bag of clothes at her feet. “I can help you load the machine, and that way you don’t exert yourself too much.”
Jihyo doesn’t wait for an answer - and Sana doesn't think she’s capable of forming one anyway, not when her brain is still catching up on what the fuck is happening - and lifts her bag effortlessly into the air, gently pushing her aside.
Jihyo pauses before emptying the bag full of clothes into the machine and half-turns to her.
“Do I need to separate, um, colours and stuff?”
“Uh...” Sana's brain can’t process what Jihyo is asking of her. First, Park's offers to make her breakfast, and now she's doing laundry for me? And Jihyo wants to separate her colours? What the fuck?
“No,” she croaks. She wiggles her fingers in the air. “Just... they all go in.”
“‘Kay. Easy.”
And that is how Park Jihyo ends up doing Sana's laundry.
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