・❥ kitchen

@♡ blinded_panther ʲᵘʸᵉᵒⁿ she's dreaming; running along the beach, laughing and shrieking as the waves crash into shore. they come dangerously close to splashing her. then suddenly, without reason, she's impelled to look down at her feet. there lies a geoduck, lightly tussling in and out of the water, its movements dictated by the ocean's waves. the mollusc's sudden appearance reminds her; she hasn't met the actual contestant yet.

someone taps her on the shoulder. younjung spins around in an instant, startled. it's mingyu. "it was me." he says, sporting his usual stupid -eating grin. she hates it (he looks like a boy), but has missed it—has missed him. she furrows her eyebrows together and frowns, making it obvious to him that she's upset.

"why did you just walk away—why didn't you grab a hold of me—" she pleads, desperate to know why he had thrown all their years away, without much fight. but she doesn't get an answer, as the scene dissipates, darkness and blurriness cutting in and out of her vision. currently, she's back in the room she fell asleep in. next to her, she sees her new roommate, gayoung, sound asleep in her own respective bed.

younjung gets up sleepily, walking with dragging feet to the bedroom door. she can hardly see, but is able to make out vague outlines of the furniture in the room. her eyelids feel so heavy, wanting to close. they come to a slow shut, but only for a few seconds at most, before re-opening. the door opens, and she plods out of the room. she continues walking, with no thought in mind. she spots the railing of the stairs. younjung decides that it would be best she holds onto it, so that she doesn't fall. the floor feels awkward, at different heights—lowering, then evening out with every step.

her vision darkens again. then, a dull, dim light, and the sight of a blurry figure. it seems like a person, but younjung can't tell. her vision gains more focus, revealing her surroundings; a replica of the sharehouse's living room. she can't see again, although she's still walking. her eyes open to the inside of a fridge now—she feels the dip in temperature and hears the appliance dinging—to close it. younjung reaches in, grabbing a package of tofu, before closing the fridge.

making a three-point turn as if she were a stiff robot, she then finds herself at the sink. the tofu package is ripped open, her hands going for the pressed cube of soybeans. her eyes come to a close again, her hands squishing the tofu in her hands, crumbling it into mushy pieces. "i wish you hell..." she then drones, loosely muttering the statement of vengeance under her breath.