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Aiko
The sky was a canvas of soft blues and whites as Aiko set about her task of hanging laundry outside. With her hair in a messy bun, she focused on her work, carefully pinning each piece of clothing to the line. She was determined to finish quickly so she could move on to the next chore.
As she was hanging the last of the clothes, Heeseung walked by, his usual smirk plastered on his face. "Hey, Aiko, you missed a spot," he called out, pointing at a perfectly hung shirt.
Aiko rolled her eyes. "Oh, fuck off, Heeseung. If you think you can do better, why don't you give it a try?"
Heeseung chuckled, shaking his head. "Nah, I'm good. I just enjoy watching you struggle."
"Asshole," Aiko muttered under her breath, focusing on her task.
Heeseung's teasing tone continued. "You know, if you actually worked a little harder, you might finish before the next apocalypse."
Aiko spun around, glaring at him. "Why don't you mind your own damn business, Heeseung? Some of us actually contribute around here."
Heeseung shrugged, unbothered. "Just trying to keep things light, princess. Don't get your panties in a twist."
Aiko threw a damp sock at him, which he dodged easily. "Dickhead."
Their bickering continued, both of them exchanging jabs and insults, each trying to outdo the other. The entire day had been a whirlwind for Aiko, filled with chores and responsibilities. Later, she found herself in the kitchen, scrubbing down counters and putting away dishes, her mind constantly racing.
As she glanced out the window, she noticed the sky darkening and rain starting to drizzle. "Shit, shit, shit!" she cursed, dropping everything and rushing outside. The drizzle had quickly turned into a downpour, and she frantically tried to gather the clothes from the line.
Her clothes were soaked, her hair plastered to her face, and she could feel the rain dripping down her back. As she stuffed the wet clothes into a bucket, Heeseung appeared again, this time with an amused grin.
"Nice look, Aiko. Trying out for a wet t-shirt contest?" he teased.
Aiko, fed up with his constant teasing, shoved him. "Go to hell, Heeseung!"
Caught off guard, Heeseung stumbled and fell into a large puddle, water splashing up around him. Aiko burst out laughing, the sight of him sitting in the puddle too much to handle.
Heeseung stood up, water dripping from his clothes and hair. "Oh, you think that's funny, huh?" He took a step toward her, and Aiko, still laughing, tried to back away but slipped on the wet grass, nearly falling herself.
"Watch it, clumsy," Heeseung said, grabbing her arm to steady her. "Wouldn't want you to hurt yourself."
Aiko tried to pull away, but Heeseung blocked her path. "You're soaked now, just like me," he said, shaking his hair out and sending droplets flying her way.
