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“Hold up, let me call the paparazzi. Blair Ahn’s performing aegyo right now? Am I dreaming?” Jinah’s scarlet lips shaped into a wide grin of delight, cackling into the receiver of her phone as she munched on a chocolate chip muffin.

She tucked her feet neatly under her thighs, absent-mindedly eyeballing a man going on about engines on TV. “Sweetheart, this is what you get for learning how to bake only weed brownies. Or better yet, serve ‘em up to harabeoji and halmeoni, hmm? Should be a hell of a holiday for you,” she snickered. When the only response she got over the call was a muted yelp and muffled whimpers, Jinah reluctantly tore her eyes away from the programme and rose, hastily reapplying her lipstick and grabbing her purse from the coffee table. As much as she didn’t want to admit it, she cared greatly for the model, and the last thing she wanted was for photographs of the explosion from Blair’s charred kitchen to make the morning news the next day.

"Alright. I’ll go — but only to make sure you don’t unintentionally commit homicide and murder your poor grandparents. I still owe halbae a kiss on the cheek, hmm? I’ll be there in ten.”

Placing the bowl on the counter top, Blair snorted softly as she nodded, turning around to wash her hands before drying them with a paper towel. Once her hands were clean enough, she placed her phone on the island while pressing on the speaker button. “Fuck yeah, I am. Can you hear the desperation in my voice, love? The desperation is real right now, Jinah. It’s real.” She frowned, scrunching her nose up while clasping her hands together. “Don’t you think it’s cute? My aegyo, that is. I think it is.” Grinning widely the older female began to thread her fingers through her hair, tying it up into a tight bun.

“Well, well, love. I don’t recall you complaining when I gave you some.” The older female pouted, a sly grin grazing her pink lips as she took her apron off, her eyes rolling at the loud beeping and smoke coming from her oven. “Wow, so you want me to drug my grandparents?” She snorted while shaking her head a bit. Great, she’ll have to buy a new one next week. “I’m sure they don’t want to walk down memory lane when they were hippies and smoked weed or pot under the trees.” Rushing towards the large appliance, Blair turned it off and opened the oven door, a big cloud of smoke escaping the small compartment and surrounding her kitchen causing her to cough. Taking a step away from the chamber, the model scrunched her nose up as she took a peek of her cookies, gagging at the foul smell before picking up a pot holder. “Fuck, I burned the cookies..” She grumbled while pulling out the tray filled with charcoal colored cookies. Tossing the pan to the side, her ears perked up when she heard her friend moving around on the other end. She knew she could count on the other when she needed something.

“Aw, and this is why I love you.” Blair cooed while placing her free hand over her chest, grinning. “I don’t think orange and loose clothing together would look good on me anyway. Yeah, I’ll see you in ten.. while I clean up this mess. Love you!” Ending the phone call, the model let out a heavy sigh as she stared at the chaos in front of her. Picking up her phone once again, she pressed on a couple of keys before placing the plastic device against her ear. “Hi, yes this is Blair Ahn, again. Uh huh, I need someone to clean up my kitchen right now. My friend is coming over in ten or so.”

"It’s awfully cute. Permission to take a video and sell that on eBay, sergeant? It’s oddly tempting - with all the money I stand to potentially make with that, I wouldn’t have to lift a finger for years,” Jinah murmured wistfully, a cross between a scowl and a smirk playing on her lips as she stepped into a waiting cab.

Throughout the entire journey to Blair’s pad, Jinah’s kept her eyes transfixed strictly on her lap, fingers absentmindedly playing with the chipped, bright red nail varnish she’d painted on a couple of weeks ago. She snorted under her breath as she recalled meeting Blair a year ago at Ellui. It was a mildly interesting affair, to say the least, and it had certainly been more entertaining than being stuck creating dinky martini after martini for the rest of her shift by light years. What had started as a feeling of disgust at having to take the trash out to the back alley of the club (why couldn’t the good-for-nothing rookies do it?) had evolved to curiosity at watching four tipsy strung-up little girls dressed in mere handkerchieves (Jinah had yet to comprehend how the smaller the amount of cloth used, the more zeroes the price tag came with) cursing loudly and tugging on the locks of one of Korea’s top models who was equally as inebriated, and then amusement as she poured a bottle of white wine gone bad over their dresses to break the fight up. The girls had shrieked and ran off when Jinah had mildly threatened to dial ‘112’ and get the cops on their asses, and then she had been stuck with an intoxicated Blair Ahn for a full 24 hours later after dragging her off to her modest little apartment. After all, she was hardly an ice-cold, heartless monster, and the model had an image to protect. 

Needless to say, her day had been… fascinating.

The sassy little princess had been admittedly difficult to put up with at first, with her constant orders for hot tea and green tea frappucinos, but Jinah soon grew to love her snarky sense of humor and her similar taste in lingerie. Now, they were almost practically inseparable, and she truly felt lucky to have been dumped on trash duty a year ago. 

Handing the cab driver a fiver, Jinah exited the cab with a cheeky grin at the cute security guard at the entrance of Blair’s house (ravishing, but a little young) and stepped into the confines of the luxurious private lift, sliding the keycard her best friend had provided her with into the waiting slot. She tapped her foot impatiently as the automated voice announced her arrival to Blair’s little loft, and she immediately stepped out, removing her pumps and rapping her knuckles on the heavy mahogany door.

“Blair, babe, roll out the red carpet. The queen has arrived.”