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          she’s never felt so damn nauseous before in her entire life; that kind of nauseous where your stomach feels like it’s on your outside and the slightest movement is going to make you loose your cookies no matter what you do to stop it. rachel curses herself silently as she lifts trembling hands to knock on the door in front of her. she hasn’t seen him in years, but they’d recently reconnected and he’d told her, should she need anything, not to hesitate reaching out to him. she’s sure he meant a phone call, or a text, not showing up on his doorstep at two in the morning, soaked to the bone thanks to the mother nature’s raging hormones happening outside. another quick succession of knocks. “freddie, open up!” rachel calls, sounding a bit helpless. she’s thankful for the rain, however, because it hides her tears - and her fear. 

         “You promised you’d let me practice! It’s not even going to hurt a little!” So, maybe not everyone was into being her personal pin cushion, but if she was going to get any practice at all, she had to start somewhere, right? Plush lips purse into a soft pout as she discards the needle on the top of the kitchen table beside her. “I’m not going down on you if you don’t let me stick you, that’s the trade, sweetheart,” Rachel is only half teasing. She’ll probably go down on them anyway, but... she should be able to get something out of it, first! 

         “are you really challenging me about this right now?” rachel is a master of discretion. though her innocence often belies her naughtiness, she’s certainly not the type to put on a show for everyone. one person, maybe two, sure, but being challenged to... well, to do that in the middle of a restaurant. “you never told me about your pension for voyeurism... should i be worried?” the brunette adds, a warm flush crawling over her cheeks as she shifts on her side of the booth. with the dim lighting, she doubts there are too many people who had a proper vision beneath their table, let alone what her hands could possibly be doing beneath her skirt, but she’s not going to finger herself. she’s not.

“I had hoped you would never see me like this.” Seojin says as she pulls up the mess of tangles she calls her hair into a loose bun, her sweatpants almost covering her entire feet that she steps on it, her shirt drooping on one side with a large pizza stain on it from last night. She rubs her eyes with a hand as she closes the door behind Haena, a yawn escaping her lips. “I mean, I know you know I look better usually. But what brings you here, unnie?” 

“You’re all out of peanut butter.” Seojin announces, holding a jar of what seemed to look like it held peanut butter a long long time ago. Seojin wanted to visit him as a surprise but she’s more surprised to find out that his door was unlocked so naturally, Seojin welcomed herself into his place, and not being able to stay still, she rummages around until she finds out the atrocity that he is all out of peanut butter. “Seriously, what is this?” She waves the empty jar around, disappointment laced in her tone. “How can you live like this oppa?” 

"I'm not a kid, you know. Stop treating me like one." Seojin huffs, eyebrows furrowing as she crosses her arms over her chest. She’s defiantly staring up at the older, exasperation obvious on her face as she talks, “I’m in college and everything. I live by myself, I’m a proper adult!” Maybe she is, but it will be a lie to say that she properly knows how to adult. She’s still 20, anyway, she’s got a lot to learn but her want to be seen as more mature by her professors still remains. “Oppa, I’m an adult. So don’t think I can’t buy my own groceries or pay my own bills, well I mean---sometimes I don’t do that and eat out but still! You get my point right?”

She feels defeated, more than anything so she resorts to sitting on the sidewalk until someone finds her. Will their intentions be good or not? Seojin doesn’t even seem to care now. However, a glimmer of hope glistens in her eyes when she sees the red and blue lights of a police car coming her way, she jumps up from the sidewalk, waving her arms around furiously to get noticed by the patrolling police car. She’s probably not allowed to stop a police car like this, but she remembers her mother telling her that when you’re in trouble, always ask the police for help. And here she is, asking for help.