pressing her lips into a thin line as she watches the older female struggles with the air conditioner - Yeri couldn’t say nor can she do anything as she was sure her psychological test result didn’t say she has a potential skill on mechanism. she shoved her hands into her pockets as she watched the older female continues to try repairing the air conditioner. after awhile, yeri rested her chin on her palm, doubting whether to suggest to call a technician due to the fact that the older had assured her earlier that she knows what she was doing. fifteen minutes passed with the female flipping through the pages of the manual book, she eventually looks up as she sighed in defeat. “of course not-” she chuckles, “let’s call a technician instead, huh?”
“no no no, i got this!” ahyoung flailed her arms as she threw her body over the machine, cheek pressed against the cold surface as she allowed a few seconds of silence before whispering. “please work i am dying and i may not have a lot of potential but i have years left to live to do things. please.” she pushed herself off slowly before jabbing her finger against the button, muttering a quick prayer under her breath that this would actually work. complete silence, but the machine was working. “aha! so all it needed was a little loving, huh?” a smug grin was quick to make its way on her face. that was, until the machine started sputtering and making odd noises. a defeated groan left her as she slowly sat on the floor, head in her hands. “call the technician.”
Yeri wanted to laugh, but that might come out rude and it might offend the older female. But the scene in front of her was quite comical she must say, it isn’t everyday to see Girl’s Day’s one and only rapper being like this – at least not for her, because the two rarely meets due to their own schedules. So she stayed still, seated on the wooden floor with on Indian style with her chin resting on her palm as she watches the female pressing the button again. She smiled after a minute of silence, the machine had stopped making weird noises— her smile then quickly disappeared as the machine starts making weird noises again. “Alright, I’ll go and call the technician, unnie” she took her phone out, dialing the number quickly and called the technician in before hanging up again. “He should be here soon—why don’t we try to find something to do to kill time?” she suggests, glancing up at the older as she shoves her phone inside her pocket again.
