TWICEcoaster (One Shots)

2yeon

"Listen here, Park Jihyo. If you actually think I'm going to run down to the grocery store right now, and get you a carton of freaking almond milk, you're out of your damn mind."

Nayeon's been forced to do a lot of crazy stuff for Jihyo over the years, but going out in a thunderstorm just to get milk, that's where she draws the line. A little rain she can handle, but a Someone-Fucked-with-Zeus-and-Now-He-Wants-Revenge storm is ridiculous.

"As I recall, last weekend when you were thoroughly hungover, I went to the store at six in the morning to get you some bananas."

"And...?"

"You said, and I quote, 'Jihyo, next time you need anything from the store, I promise I'll drop everything and get it for you, if you just get me the effing bananas.'"

Nayeon huffed. Despite having been drunk off her ass, she did remember saying that. Why she would consciously put herself in debt to Jihyo, she had absolutely no idea, because her roommate had the worst possible timing with stuff like this.

Glancing out the window at the torrential downpour, Nayeon ran her fingers over her scalp, pushing back her hair. "Does it have to be right now? Why do you even need almond milk?"

"Yes, it has to be right now. I'm making these delicious cranberry scones, and the recipe calls for almond milk. Normally I would already have some, but Chaeyoung and I used up the rest yesterday in our almond milk lattes during our weekly drama marathon."

"Of course you did," Nayeon muttered as she opened the closet and dug through the wall of hanging jackets to find her raincoat. Spotting the bright yellow plastic, she pulled the jacket off of the hanger, scowling at it. She despised her raincoat, because seriously, nobody looks good in yellow.

After buttoning up the dreaded jacket and slipping into her rainboots, Nayeon turned to face Jihyo with a glare.

"This is never happening again. Do you hear me? Never."

"The scones are waiting, Nayeonnie~" Jihyo singsonged.

Nayeon slammed the door behind her a little harder than necessary, then she trudged down the four flights of stairs of their cruddy apartment building, and out the main entrance into the pouring rain.

As the rain beat down against the hood of her raincoat, Nayeon sprinted down the sidewalk, the puddles under her feet splashing upward to make her considerably more soaked.

"Fucking Jihyo." Nayeon cursed, as a particularly huge puddle sent a splatter of water up into her face. "What the hell did I do to deserve this?"

Rounding the corner of the block, and nearly avoiding a collision with an elderly man holding an obnoxiously large umbrella, Nayeon sighed in relief at the sight of the grocery store sign. Six splashing steps later, she found herself safely under the cover of the store's awning. The sudden cease of pestering rain was calming, but Nayeon became uncomfortably aware of how drenched she truly was as she walked through the automatic doors.

The emptiness of the store was unsurprising, given the wrath of Mother Nature outside, and Nayeon internally groaned when she saw Pinky unoccupied at the cash register.

"You look like a soggy banana, Nayeon." said Pinky, as he twirled a bill around his finger.

"Not in the mood, Pinky oppa." Nayeon muttered.

As she made her way to the back of the store, Nayeon's wet boots squeaked on the tile floors, and the sound echoed off the isle shelves. The place was seriously empty and the absence of the store's signature awful disco music made it especially quiet. Nayeon reveled in the silence, the peace being a welcome change from the typical hustle and bustle of city shoppers.