▌ . . . . . ≽ Miyoung finds herself rolling her eyes at the younger female, a little too stubborn regarding the importance of drinking her daily dose of Vitamin C. As a concerned unnie, she had been a little baffled upon hearing the news of Hayoung catching a cold and a low temperature though still she isn’t listening to a thing that’s coming out of her mouth. “Look, I’m not the one sick, lying in bed with a migraine.” Her tone ends up a little too deafening, like a mother scolding her child; still, she reasons every once in a while, Hayoung needs to think of her health and the consequences of all the things she does to her body.
Shoving the glass of medicine and the tablet in hand, she arches a brow and adds, “Drink it. If you don’t, you’ll probably end up with a clogged nose tomorrow morning and let me tell you, sinusitis with a dash of a runny nose isn’t exactly a combination you’d want. Not when theres a -20 degree blizzard outside.”
Silently, she’s blaming herself for even rambling on about her nose being a hint of red. Sneezing once in a while but to the young woman, it seems to occur every five to fifteen minutes. Not only that it seems twice as cold now than it usually is despite her layering up comfortable with two sweaters and a scarf hanging around her neck too. Staring at the older in disbelief, it’s been quite a while since they’ve known one another and even now she’s still giving that stern tone in her voice whenever she tends to be too stubborn.
❝Oh damn, got me there. What a shame.❞ Exaggerating the point with her hands lifted up, reaching for the ceiling but it’s a sign that she admitted defeat right there in front of Miyoung.
Naturally coiling slender digits around the glass, eyeing it suspiciously with her nose scrunching up. Hayoung believes that medicine doesn’t work, remembering it took her a week of indulging the nasty flavors every eight hours and she felt the same until she decided to sleep it off. Or release the negative feeling when she takes bathroom breaks because it was usually difficult to eat whenever she was sick. ❝Got it. I got it, enough with the nagging. You sound like my mom.❞ — A little too much like her, she thought. And with that, she takes cautious sips of the liquid with distaste twisting her features.