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Sometimes Jeongyeon felt bad for imagining Nayeon in such compromising situations. Getting rained on, spilling juice on herself, tripping over her own feet. It felt bad to think about her just for a chuckle, even if all those events were likely to happen in real life. But right now…

“I’m just saying Jeong, you suck dick like you’re on a mission.”

She wished she could manifest every unfortunate event occurring all at once. For eternity.

Instead what happened, was that Jeongyeon ended up stumbling, choking on her tea and nearly spilling all her papers from her bad. A karmic act of the universe that she was the one tripping over her own feet.

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” she managed to sputter out out.

“Don’t get defensive, I’m saying that’s hard to beat!” Nayeon’s voice was way too chipper over the phone, “It’s just something I notice whenever it’s the three of us. And it’s really not a bad thing if it has her finishing in less than five minutes, don’t you think?”

Unbelievable, this woman.

Jeongyeon shook her head, thankful no one was there so she didn’t look crazed to some stranger around the corner. “Ok, how did we even get to this? We were talking about Sana.”

“Well, I asked you how the sex went-,” Right, she had asked that for some reason, “-as a joke of course-“

“Nayeon.”

“I know, I know. I’m not asking anymore!” she had the gall to laugh, “But honestly? It doesn’t sound like it went too bad. I think you’re just stuck in your head about it.”

Stuck in her head? That was the understatement of the century. She’d been stuck in it since Friday night at the bar, and now it was Sunday. Was there really no hope for a little reprieve?

Jeongyeon couldn’t help how deep she sighed into the phone. “I’m around the corner from the apartment,” her steps had slowed down without her even meaning to, “we can finish this conversation later.”

While Jeongyeon was busy trudging through the invisible muck between the apartment and herself, Nayeon was thinking up a preemptive way out. “Why don’t you come over? Momo’s cleaning some things at the studio and I could basically crunch these numbers with my eyes closed.”

Tempting. And while Nayeon wouldn’t know just how much she appreciated that offer, she couldn’t accept it. No matter how much her body begged her to.

“Tomorrow,” she forcibly compromised with her brain, “Or whenever you’re free next. Sana might still be over… but either way I wanted to get some stuff done around the house.”

“Sure, sure. Tomorrow it is! I’ll still be working from home.”

They quickly said their goodbyes, although inner Jeongyeon continued to scream all the way through it. After the socially draining Saturday she’d had, she just wanted to relax alone for a bit.

Lucky for her, her coworker needed to exchange some paperwork for the new dogs coming in Monday. And Jeongyeon, being the gracious saint she was and definitely not trying to make up an excuse to leave the apartment, had offered to take the train over to pick them up. Maybe her car would’ve been faster, but no one had to know that.

Now, after a serene round-trip ride (featuring a detour for some morning tea), she was back. Home sweet home.

And time to face the stresses of the weekend.

It was all that she could think about as she scampered into the building, replaying the same events over and over and over. It was torturous and too hard to focus. She even had to punch in the building’s code more than once!

She definitely didn’t want to relive the experience so soon, but so be it.

With all her complaining… how had their one day actually gone?

It was… fine.

In all honesty, Jeongyeon had been zoning out for most of it. It was easier to turn her senses off at the time and just go through the motions. She didn’t really talk unless she was spoken to and reacted when necessary. They did watch movies (as Jeongyeon hoped), and when Jihyo suggested they play games, she let the other two battle it out between themselves.

They ordered food (pizza, as per Sana’s suggestion) and it was normal. Shared a bottle of wine after. Normal. They watched more tv and it was normal. If there was a conversation going, she really wasn’t a part of it. Because what was she doing?

Trying her best to act normal.

At night, Sana elected to sleep in the living room on their floor mattress without so much as a fuss. She was alone in her journey to the shower, which gave Jihyo a chance to ask Jeongyeon… something. But she wasn’t really listening. She remembered grunting out answers just to get her girlfriend off her case until Sana returned to set up.

Then Jeongyeon took her turn in the bathroom next, set all her alarms, and lurked back to the bedroom with heavy eyes.

She was out like a light before Jihyo even got back.

All in all, an interesting experience! Like watching a tv show, except she was forced to live it. It wasn’t that she even meant to do it but… anyway.

There really was no sex involved, despite Nayeon’s questioning. And as out of it as Jeongyeon was, she did notice that the two of them didn’t kiss once the whole time. Not even once.

Or, not where she could see it, at least.

“God…,” Jeongyeon sighed as she made her way onto the floor. What would be next? Well, worst case scenario would be Sana, home alone with no Jihyo. Certainly a possibility, but one that had her hesitant to punch the code into the door.

But she just had to. What else could she do? Avoiding things got her nowhere. In fact, they had her worse off. So all she had to do was pray that both Sana and Jihyo were cuddled up on the couch watching some random drama, and that she would be left to her own (cleaning) devices.

That’s what she hoped, but that hope brought no comfort. It was hard to ignore the way her finger trembled when she raised it. 0… 1… 9… 5… 9… 2…

And then-

“I’m home…”

…

Silence. Not a single sound (aside from the humming of their old fridge).

“Anyone home…?”

Still nothing.

In some angsty romance movie, she would have probably walked in on Jihyo and Sana making out. Or maybe she’d hear the unmistakable squeal of their bedsprings from down the hall.

That’d be enough to make her stomach drop.

But no, she wasn’t met with any of that. Nobody was in and… nope, she hadn’t gotten a text. Maybe they’d gone out for something quick? That could explain it.

Well.

Either way, she deserved it. At least she felt that way. She definitely hadn’t been responsive the past few days, so if Jihyo wanted to go somewhere without her knowing, that was fine.

No matter how much it ate her up inside.

In the meantime, she’d get to that cleaning like she was supposed to. She threw her bag aside (careful not to mess up the papers stored in it) and made her way to the bedroom. No need to be wearing outdoor clothes when she was going to get sweaty from cleaning. And once she got that done, she made her way to the bathroom.

The bathroom was always the most satisfying room to tackle, in Jeongyeon’s opinion. Sure, it may be prone to being the dirtiest, but it didn’t require much thinking to maintain. It didn’t need to have perfect balance like the living room. Didn’t require all the decorations and neatness and personality of a shared bedroom either. It was simple in its organization, and cleaning it was just as simple.

Perfect to get her into the groove of things.

“Not a problem at all,” she muttered under her breath, even though there was no one to hide her voice from. She stood in the bathroom’s doorway, looking straight ahead and taking things in.

She cleaned pretty often, so there was no need to worry about anything being too grimy. And to some, the bathroom might already seem in perfect shape.

But not to Jeongyeon.

She could always stand to reorganize the medicine cabinet. Sometimes Jihyo was in a rush and shoved their medications onto the same shelf. If Jeongyeon was equally in a rush, that would lead to disaster. And it never hurt to give the shower area a cleaning. For both of them, periods of stress led to the shower drain looking like a scene from The Grudge. So that would definitely need some tidying. And in front of the shower curtain were two pairs of bathroom slippers, hers and Jihyo’s, scattered like someone didn’t give a second thought as to where to put them. Or didn’t know where to put them. But what sense was it to have them all the way over there instead of at the doorway?

And now… now there were two extra towels hung up on the rack that she needed to sort out. A matching set, a purple towel and scrubbing cloth, overlapped Jeongyeon’s towel ever so slightly, with Jihyo’s being scrunched into the corner to make room for it.

Surely there was a better way to organize that.

Jeongyeon grumbled as she made her way to the rack, barefoot and annoyed that her shoes were across the room. One determined step after another. But then-

….

There are times when your body feels something before your brain even fully registers it. The painful touch of a hot stove, the tickle of a bug landing on your skin.

This was surely one of those times, as Jeongyeon let her foot settle on the offendingly sticky object on the ground.

Without even thinking about it, she took one earbud out. What difference would that even make? It’s not like hearing better would change anything about the ungodly sight beneath her foot. It was…

A condom. A used one at that.

….

Jihyo she… she must’ve used it with Sana. Nayeon would only come over for stuff like that if she knew it would be the three of them. And Jeongyeon certainly would have remembered doing anything like that today.

Which only left Sana.

She took a deep inhale in. Counted down from 5, 4, 3, 2,… 1. And exhaled.

Ok. It was fine.

At least, at the very least, they were kind enough to do it in a place that was easy to clean. Yeah, that was something.

She could get on Jihyo about it later, and maybe question how she could be so unusually careless. If she really wanted to… Did she even want to?

Well, for now it was no big deal. Not a big deal at all.…

Right.

She tried not to think too hard about the sudden (but very obvious) realization that they had sex when she was gone, and chose to focus on cleaning instead. It was just… she really wasn’t expecting to be confronted with this so soon.

In a way, she might have jinxed herself earlier.

Whatever.

She would just throw the offending object out, then maybe formulate proper thoughts after she had completed her tasks. Thankfully, she had the gift of choice. If she wanted to confront Jihyo about it, she could.

Or, she could simply save all three of them embarrassment and ignore it.

Why wouldn’t she pick the latter?

With a sigh, she put her other headphone back in, resuming the playlist labeled ‘Cleaning’ before dealing with the issue.

Touching it didn’t bother her as much as she thought it would. Grabbing a tissue would’ve been more appropriate but the stupid thing was turned inside out and she’d stepped on it, so… nothing she hadn’t touched before.

All she had to do was wash her hands right after wiping up what was left, and that would be that (for the time being). Her feet shuffled across the floor, slowing to a halt when she stood over the trashcan and…

There was already one in the trash, slightly hidden behind a wad of tissue, neatly tied up, filled up a sizable amount. A lot more than the one pinched between her fingers (had it not been flipped inside out and spilled onto the floor).

Two of them. That meant…

Her eyes darted between her hand and the trash. Back and forth until she was sure of it. Jeongyeon didn’t want to sound gross, but she knew who the condom in the trash actually belonged to. She just knew.

Jihyo was never one to leave a mess behind. Living with Jeongyeon for years now made it so. So the possibility of the first one being Sana’s shot up to 100%.

“Oh god,” Jeongyeon shuddered, dropping the rubber into the trash quick.

Her feet scraped against the tile with a quickness and soon she was at the sink, running her hands under scalding hot water. She was lucky the calluses on her hands made her less sensitive to it. Or maybe her mind was in too many places at once.

Either way, it was a long time before she finally snapped out of her trance, and by then her hands were fully washed. They dripped onto her knees where they rested, and onto the floor. Not a problem when her plan was to mop later, but… when would she even get to that? The shock had her seated on the lid of the toilet, trying to gather her bearings.

Was it ridiculous? Maybe.

But Jeongyeon had found herself doing a lot of ridiculous things lately.

Like wondering about a sex life that wasn’t hers.

Was that wrong to do? Jeongyeon really wasn’t sure how these things worked. But now this… incident made it impossible not to think about.

What was it like? Was Jihyo a lot different with Sana than with her? She always kissed Jeongyeon like they’d been doing it for decades. Did she do the same for Sana?

The mole just below her left shoulder blade, something she took great appreciation of when Jihyo was turned away from her in the shower, would Sana notice it too?

When she had Jihyo underneath her… no that was presumptuous. If she had Jihyo underneath her, would she take note of every shift of her muscles, map out every inch of her skin and press her lips to all the places Jeongyeon had?

Of course she would. Jihyo never gave any less than what she felt. So what other answer could there be?

“Cleaning. I should be… cleaning” Jeongyeon blinked herself out of her thoughts. One thing at a time.

Clean now and deal with impending doom later.

#tied together au #jeonghyo #sahyo #sorry about it being late again but heyyy #lemme know ur thoughts as usual #jeongyeon #nayeon #jihyo

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