#euunhaa

❝but– eunha!❞ as per usual, zaara was releasing an obnoxiously loud whine, fingers fidgeting with the decorating object in her hands. ❝you really know how to kill one’s vibe..❞ she sniffled. ❝but fine, if you aregoing to pretend you don’t know me, i will have fun on my own. withother people. who are not against me!❞

this time it wasn’t any schedules that had worn the dancer out. instead, some sorta germ had crept into her body, causing a cold to break out. headache, a stuffed nose, coughing and simple weakness were taking over her body and all she wanted to do, or in fact, all she actually could do was to sleep. with a dizzy feeling she was laying on the sofa, two blankets covering up her form to keep the warmth present, slowly drifting into a deep sleep. everything was peaceful, calm, when suddenly the doorbell rang. not once, not twice, it was numerous times along with cheerful chants from what seemed to be eunha. and because the endless noise didn’t seem to stop, zaara propped herself up clumsily, one blanket remaining wrapped around her shoulders, to get up and open up the door. ❝what. on earth. do you want.❞

drowsy eyes flattered open upon feeling eunha’s body scoot closer for warmth. even if zaara loathed to be woken up when asleep, this time, she couldn’t help but to smile warmly in a somewhat motherly way. her own form rolled around, embracing the younger into a gentle hug, palms rubbing across her back to add friction in order to create more heat. ❝i’m sorry. next time i will offer an extra blanket, turn on the heater as well.❞ zaara was used to cold surrounding her at night. in fact, it helped her sleep, keeping the window open for fresh and cool air. ❝try to sleep now. if it’s still too cold, i’ll see what i can do.❞