Author's: Hi! I'm the author of "Sandwiches for Kilik," "Gypsy Mirrors," and "Spilled Porridge." This is the next fanfic in my Soul Calibur Humor Fanfics. Enjoy! Please review!
"Hwang's Laundry"
Ah…this is bliss…Hwang hung up the last white sheet on the clothing line. He placed his hands on his waist and stood back to gaze at his work. All of his white laundry hung up in categories; his socks came first, then his shirts, and finally, his bed sheets.
Hwang's gaze flickered over a blur casting a shadow over his clean, white sheets. "Seung Mina!"
The blur materialized behind his clean, very clean sheets as Hwang recognized her. Seung Mina ran towards him, forgetting about his precious laundry.
Hwang's eyes widened, mortified, when one of Seung Mina's outstretched arms came in contact with his super white, clean sheets.
"Seung Mina!"
Her arm left an oily residue on his glorious and divinely clean sheets.
Please, God, make her stop. I'll do anything, please.
Seung Mina came to a halt where her arm was out of reach from the sheets. Hwang released a sigh. God does exist.
"What? Is there something on my butt?"
To Hwang's horror, Seung Mina turned in multiple circles, her arms outstretched again. Hwang almost cried. His wonderful laundry came in contact—again and again—with her filthy—and he meant, unnaturally filthy—arms as she turned around.
"Stop!"
Seung Mina immediately stopped turning. She gazed at Hwang with confused eyes. Hwang pressed his hand to his forehead.
"Seung Mina, can you please check on the food?"
The girl smiled and wiped her hands on her apron.
Why couldn't she had done that first?
Seung Mina nodded. "All right! I almost forgot. Did you want rice or bread?
"Surprise me."
Seung Mina bobbed her head in answer—and took off running through Hwang's laundry again.
Hwang fell to his knees, his hand reaching out towards his suffering laundry.
NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Of course, Seung Mina's arms touched all of his murderously clean laundry, leaving oily marks all over them.
God, why have you forsaken me? Why?
Filled with sorrow, Hwang climbed to his feet and started to take down his once white—burning white—laundry. Please, please, I hope she didn't touch my underwear. He didn't look up to see Seung Mina still near his laundry—his laundry—until she spoke.
"Hey, you should wash these again. Where'd you find all of these oily marks, anyway?"
Author: If you liked this fanfic, check out my other Humorous Fanfics: "Sandwiches for Kilik," "Gypsy Mirrors," and "Spilled Porridge." Please review!