◤ "𝑫𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒄𝒓𝒚, 𝒃𝒂𝒃𝒚 -
𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒆, 𝑰'𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍 𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖."◢
↳ The one where (y/n)'s problematic relationship causes her to end up underneath her hot next door neighbor.
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-earlier that evening-
Sasha strolled happily into her apartment, returning home after a late evening at her parent's house. She expectedly makes her way into the kitchen, as if she didn't already stuff herself full at the dinner table just moments before she left. She instantly spots the bowl of uncooked rice on the counter, along with your phone buried deep inside it. Curious, she pulls it out, realizing that you must have gotten it wet and had attempted to fix the problem. She goes to test its functionality by booting it up, smiling softly to herself as she watches the screen light up.
Suddenly, the front door opens as Connie is practically thrown to the floor by Jean's inability to hold his drunken, stumbling form upright as he kicks the door into a jar. Connie hits the ground with a thud while Jean pants restlessly, attempting to catch his breath from having to carry the man up three flights of stairs.
"Do I even wanna know?" Sasha questions the pair, who can't help but laugh at their predicament, and more so at Connie's idiotic display of intoxication.
"Connie got completely wasted, as usual." Jean snorts, before kicking his friend's legs out from under him as he attempts to stand upright.
