A Ritual In the House?

10

"I made soup."

Vivi raises her brow, a wondering expression on her face, yet her eyes still persist to be as soft as ever. If it were other people, Heejin would have looked in the offense. But it's Wong Kahei, and she managed to portray her answer in the least insulting light.

"I wanted to do something good."

"So you decided to cook?"

"Well, Sooyoung unnie took the ladel from me before I could even start. I watched her though." Heejin admits sheepishly. And Kahei just acknowledges her with a soothing maternal like smile before turning to attend to the sick girl on the bed. Heejin carries the soup to the side table, slightly wincing when Hyunjin sneezes into the air without coverage.

Disgusting.

"Her temperature went down a bit, she'll be fine in a while." Vivi says as she turns over a wet rag on the sick girl's head. "And I made her take some Tylenol, but I'm not exactly it will work on her."

Heejin listens while she sits on the end of the bed beside the weak demon who's been imitating how animals would howl in pain —In her strange Hyunjin way.

"Thanks for coming over, Kahei unnie. I didn't know how to take care of her."

If Heejin had ever had an encounter with angels, she's a hundred percent sure that Wong Kahei is one of them. From her soft pale radiant skin to her comforting soft lilt that could slice through the midst of chaos, all the way to her gentle maternal care that embraces you in a tranquil bubble. Kahei unnie is a saint sent from heaven to sprinkle holy dust on to her.

There's basically a hovering bright halo above her head.

"I'll get going now. I still have to fetch Haseul from work."

Hyunjin weakly thanks her carer, her physical state making her speak in tiny. Heejin sends the eldest off to the door. Vivi phrasing her farewell to everyone as she takes the grousing pouty lentil bean (Basically her daughter) with her, Yeojin making a fuzz as her game with Hyejoo and Yerim haven't concluded to a satisfactory end.

Heejin returns to her room, still not completely used to her quick-witted girlfriend being a weak soggy vegetable and lacking the energy to meddle with everybody's nerves.

(Yet, for some reason, still has the energy to bark in front of her face. Freaking Idiot.)

"Aww, my little baby is sick." She torments with a smirk, yet her oh so bad image taints when she instinctively reaches for the younger to assist and nourish her.

"Shut up, if I didn't feel like dying, I will throw you."

Heejin laughs it off, steadily feeding the girl. Hyunjin consuming in the soup with much-unneeded complaints.

"I hate this. Why am I sick? Why aren't you sick?"

"Babe, there wasn't much rain to begin with. It's just your immune system going through some changes."

You're turning human.

"Whatever. It doesn't change the fact that this is horrible."

She turns over into the fluffy pink blanket that Heejin will most definitely throw away after the demon gets better. Honestly, she'll probably get her whole bed disinfected and purified after the demon gets better.

Heejin pities her miserable partner, ridding the used tissues and tidying up the room before walking over to help Hyunjin change into different clothing. And her semi-perverted mind quickly notes that Hyunjin in a sports bra is hot. But enough about that.