“Hello, I’m Jung Soojung, your next door neighbor?” Soojung smiles at the open mouthed, gaping girl clutching desperately at the polished gold knob of her door, “We met via paper airplane?” Sulli giggles, and breaks out into a smile that smolders Soojung’s heart, “And a wave on the street.” Soojung smiles and dips her head, “Ah, can’t forget about that, now can we?” The two girls stand, with smiles on their faces, one in the doorframe, with the warm air blasting her back, the other with the cold winds blissfully whipping the strands of her black hair over her shoulders. They could’ve stayed like that, watching each other, if it hadn’t been for the sudden appearance of Sulli’s mom next to the taller girl. “Oh?” 

Mrs. Choi glances over Soojung, “Who’s this, Sulli?” Before she can even form the words, Soojung’s fumbling with the platter in her hands, and is reaching for Mrs. Choi’s hand. “Krystal Jung Soojung, ma’am, I’m your next door neighbor. My mom sent me over with a little something I made, I hope your family likes fried rice and kimchi,” the goddess smiles. As Soojung’s grasping her mothers’ fingers, Sulli’s eyes follow the teetering plate balancing in her other hand, and she can sense the approaching disaster. At the same time, both girls’ hands shoot out and snatch at the aluminum foil covered platter, hands clasping together, molding perfectly to each other. Sulli stares at their digits and wonders if there’s anything else of theirs that would fit together as well as their hands.

Wild, widened chocolate eyes meet hers, “T-thanks.” Sulli thinks that it’s cute when she stutters. Mrs. Choi watches the two of them curiously, “You two girls get inside, okay?” Her tone is slow, and soft, and her eyes are darting from Sulli to Soojung, breaking the intense eye contact between the two pretty girls. Her daughter breaks out in a quick cover up smile, and she nods, side stepping to allow Soojung to walk passed her into the house. Soojung doesn’t forget to brush her shoulders chastely over Sulli’s front, allowing her elbows to feel the girls’ assets herself, and sending her vanilla scented shampoo wafting after her. Sulli watches Soojung’s smirk and her arm passing over her clothed s, and knows that Soojung’s up to something, and she likes that something, whatever it is.