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Yoohyeon thinks of all the places she could be in right now, that isn't now.
She thinks of being in Bora's warm arms, of being the little spoon because sometimes Bora likes being the big spoon, and Yoohyeon likes making her wife happy.
Or she could be back hugging Siyeon back inside their warm home, nosing her neck as they wait for Bora to come home and join in their cuddle pile.
Thing is, she is hugging Siyeon. Except both of them aren't in the comfort of their home. No, they're stuck on the roof, again.
It wasn't exactly anyone's fault. Yoohyeon just wanted to sit on the roof while waiting for Bora to pick up Gahyeon and come home. Siyeon had fallen asleep after a tickle session, and Yoohyeon, bored, decided to wait for both of them.
Going on the roof has been a tradition the three of them had even when they were kids. When things went bad, all of them would climb up on the roof, sit in silence and stare at the stars huddled under a blanket with hot chocolate.
It reminded them that they were just little specks on a floating rock, that even though nothing really mattered, at least they had each other to navigate through the uncertainty. It brought a sense of comfort, as they are to eachother.
It was always the three of them, after all. Inseparable. But Yoohyeon doesn't go on the roof so much anymore, because it's not bad anymore. It's the opposite. She couldn't be happier with her small, yet precious family.
But right now, she's not so sure she's feeling that sentiment.
(Because the reason they're like this, stuck on the roof, clinging onto eachother from the cold, is ultimately because of Siyeon. Because it's her fault.)
"I'm telling you, it wasn't me that made our ladder fall! It was the bird! It has the thing against me!"
Yoohyeon rolls her eyes, and ignores Siyeon, even if her cheek is squished right to hers. She thinks back to half an hour before, when Siyeon decided to drop the bombshell after Yoohyeon told her she was going down the ladder, to the toilet.
("You, um, you can't go."
Yoohyeon stared at her. Then bursted into hard laughter. "So you want me to do it in my pants? Gross, Siyeon!"
But then Siyeon went pale in the face, even as Yoohyeon began shuffling herself up. Siyeon had looked in the direction where she came up from the ladder, then averted her eyes back to Yoohyeon. A sheepish smile on her face. "Why not spend the night here? Or wait until Bora comes?"
"What?" Yoohyeon snorted. "Funny Sing, but I actually have to go toilet for real, excuse me--"
"No!" And then Siyeon, flushed and pale at the same time, burst open like a cork. "You can't! Because…"
"…Because?"
"Beause the ladder fell down after I took the last step on the roof! We're stuck here, Yooh!"
"…What?"
Immediately, Yoohyeon scrambled to peer over the edge, and low behold, sees the trusty ladder, fallen flat onto the backyard grass.)
Yoohyeon seperates her limbs from Siyeon, staring at her hard. "You seriously can't expect me to believe that it was because of a bird."
"It was! It swooped down, and I stumbled and my foot had to propel off the last step so I couldn't fall down to my death! Frankly, I'm mad that you're not worried enough that I, one of the loves of your life, could have died!"
Dear gosh. Yoohyeon massages the headache in her temples away. "You're lucky we're not stuck with Bora or else she would've choked us and thrown us off the roof."
(Bora wouldn't actually do that. A little counter productive. Maybe she'd do the choking. When does Bora not choke someone?)
"Well, what do we do?"
Yoohyeon sighs. "Well, we have to wait until Bora comes back."
Siyeon cries again. "And get an earful from her afterwards? No thanks!"
"I don't want to wait either, but it's either jumping to our deaths or doing it in my pants." Yoohyeon sits back on her knees, looking at Siyeon. "My bladder is going to explode. I really can't hold it in, Sing."
Siyeon looks at her mortified, but then a wave of calm acceptance washes over. "Okay, okay. Listen Yooh, it's going to be okay."
Yoohyeon watches the way Siyeon's fingers shake. "You're telling me."
"I mean, all three of us have gone through a lot together. But we always make it out on the other side. Remember when we once we clumsy kids who didn't even know what love meant? Well, now we're here, and we have Gahyeon now. We have a kid, Yooh. We're all parents now. If we can do parenthood, then we can do anything--"
She doesn't like where this is going. "Sing--"
"I'm really sorry, but Yooh, for the sake of survival, you'll have to drink your own-"
Oh boy.
"Please, whatever you do, don't finish that sentence."
Siyeon slaps her hand against the roof tile. "Well, how else do we survive?! I'm getting thirsty!"
Yoohyeon stares at her. Her wife…can be very interesting sometimes. "Sing. I think you've been watching too many survival shows. I'm pretty sure you could make yourself sick instead."
Siyeon pouts. "But the man in the survival show did it…"
And then, Yoohyeon feels something very wet hit her cheek. She looks up, and she opens her jaw in disbelief. When did it get so cloudy? And why does it have to be only above them that the cloud has begun to form?
"Oh, wow. We're really going to die here."
Yoohyeon huddles close to Siyeon again, as Siyeon starts laughing. "We're going to die, on this roof, you with an almost erupting bladder, and me, drowning in the rain. We'll shiver to death from the cold--"
Yoohyeon leans her head on Siyeon's shoulder, watching her make erratic hand movements. She's used to this. She knows Siyeon can be dramatic, but this is a new level of dramatic. Yoohyeon doesn't know if she should say this, but, "You know. I saw on the news that it's going to thunder tonight."
She peers up at Siyeon, sees the way Siyeon blinks in the information, before opening her mouth slowly. Then she lets out a loud, long, piercing wail.
Yoohyeon winces. Maybe she shouldn't have added that last part.
Silently, she offers her hand to Siyeon. Immediately, Siyeon's fingers find it and clamp onto it, pinching her wet skin. After a while, Siyeon only lets out occasional sniffs.
"You okay?"
Another pinch, then another. Then, Siyeon finally sounds like herself again. "...Yeah, I'm okay."
Despite the rain now drenching them and their hair, Siyeon interlocks their wet hands, raises Yoohyeon's to her lips, and despite how wet and cold they are, Siyeon still presses a kiss to them. Siyeon looks at her, interlaces their arms, then rests her head on Yoohyeon's shoulder. "If we die here, you know I love Gahyeon, Bora and you to the ends of the earth, right?"
And despite being married for more than two years, knowing eachother for all their lives, Siyeon still makes her declarations of love at the most unconventional of times.
(But each and every declaration never fail to make Yoohyeon's heart press in her chest. Always.)
"We're not going to die," Yoohyeon reminds her, laughing a little, shaky. "But I know. Bora and Gahyeon know too."
"Okay. Good."
Yoohyeon thinks that's how it should've ended, and Bora should've made her appearance any minute by now. But she hasn't, a rumble of thunder in the distance washes away any calmess left in both of their bodies. There's another loud rumble of thunder, and Siyeon begins wailing again.
"Ah! I thought you said we weren't going to die!"
"Yeah, well--!"
A flash of lightning strikes one of the trees across the neighbourhood. Both of stare at the leaf of the tree, now burnt to a crisp, mortified.
Where is Bora when they need her?
Yoohyeon closes her eyes, clings onto Siyeon as hard and close as she can, and prays her death will be a peaceful one, and that she'll be reborn again to be with Siyeon and Bora, and everything that is--
"Yoohyeon?! Siyeon?!"
Oh. Oh thank God. The yelling sound of Bora's voice, half enraged and half confused, is like music to Yoohyeon's ears. (Even if she knows Bora is going to choke them later.)
"Bora! Help us!"
Both of them crawl to the edge, seeing Bora, holding an umbrella. She looks very, very done.
"What are you doing up there?! Get down right now! You're both soaking wet!"
"We can't!" Yoohyeon yells out as best as she can. "Our ladder fell, and we got stuck!"
"What?!"
Little Gahyeon emerges out of the car, padding under Bora's umbrella, in her yellow rain boots. Bora immediately takes her hand, and strokes her wet bangs back. Then Gahyeon looks up, surprised, waving to the both of them, then back at Bora.
"Mom, why is Mama and Mommy up on the roof?"
Bora sighs, and bends onto her knee to fix Gahyeon's little strawberry raincoat. She smiles at her endearingly. "Don't worry about them. Mama and Mommy are a little stupid. Maybe if the lightning shocks them, they'll get their common sense back."
Siyeon gasps, clearly offended. "I heard that!"
Bora shoots her a glare, and Siyeon whimpers and cowers behind Yoohyeon.
"Anyways, let's go inside and fix you up with a bath, okay?"
"Okay!"
"W-wait! No!" Both Yoohyeon and Siyeon sputters, lost for words as Bora leads Gahyeon inside. "What about us?! Gahyeon! Don't leave us here!"
"GAHYEON!" Siyeon wails again, slapping her hands on the roof tiles over and over again. "Don't abandon us! Don't let your mom abandon us!"
Another clap of lightning in the distance, a firm slam of the front door, and Yoohyeon believes that her dearest wife, Bora, has left them for dead.
-
Okay, so Bora didn't leave them to die. No one is that cruel and heartless.
While Gahyeon was taking a bath, Bora rushed to the backyard, hauled up the ladder and helped Siyeon and Yoohyeon get down as quickly as she could.
Not before making sure to choke them a little, of course as they came down. A payback for scaring her.
"Well you should've just helped us straight away." Siyeon pouts at Bora, while Bora is towel drying her hair, and blow drying Yoohyeon's at the same time in the bathroom. Gahyeon, long asleep now in her room, after all three of them said goodnight and kissed her forehead.
"Well maybe you should've checked the weather."
Siyeon pouts, and crosses her arms. "Does it look like I watch the news?"
"Clearly." Yoohyeon pokes her tongue out, and Siyeon grabs her cheek. "Oww!"
Despite the chaos, Siyeon still manages to sneak a kiss on annoyed Bora, who calms down immediately. Yoohyeon manages to land a kiss on her cheek, and Bora is flustered from their apologetic affection by the end of it.
(Later that night, they all climb into bed together. Yoohyeon in the middle, Bora clinging onto her lower half, while Siyeon's nose is buried in her neck, arm sprawled over her chest.
It's warm and cosy and it feels like home.
But then Bora suddenly mumbles into the dark, "Hey. Why didn't you two just climb down the tree near the lower end of the roof? You know that's what we do when there's no ladder, right?"
...Oh. Of course. Why hadn't she thought of that sooner?
Yoohyeon shoots open her eyes, and she feels Siyeon open hers against her neck. Bora speaks again.
"I told you this last time as well. You goldfish. Both of you."
Yoohyeon doesn't really have the energy to defend herself. Instead, she hums, holds onto Siyeon and Bora tighter, warmth of their skin comforting on her own. Oh well. She tucks that piece of information in her brain for another time.
Right now, she just wants to sleep with the loves of her lives. All is well.)