you're just like fine china
on most days (all days), routine was something that jihyun had loathed to no end. she didn’t like the simplicity and inspontaneity that was a schedule held, not when she was often one who stepped to her own beat of the drum. but unlike what most of her days entitled her to do, there were some things she looked forward to. one of those things tended to be her getting home, jumping into her jammies and turning to her phone, calling up the one person she knew would be up and moving with no intentions of rest. despite not being able to do most things with technology, after a few lessons from the other, she had finally gotten the hand of facetiming. so each night, whether or not the other liked it, jihyun would call. whether to say something random or to rant about her day, she would. which brought her to now, phone held in her hand as she sat in her kitchen’s dining chair; domo happily relaxing on the kitchen tabletop, head in his paws.
[ facetime: calling minwoonky ]
as soon as the call gets picked up, she frowns at the sight. eyebrows knitting to reveal the displeasure of what she sees. but her words differ from her expression as she slumps against her kitchen table; moving the screen away to show a rather unflattering shot of her and domo, “today sucked, my voice cracked. make me feel better.”
