kiss, miss, mistake; due
kiss, miss, mistake
창민/윤아 || au || three-shot || word count -- 2,827 words.
This story is not a short one. This story might be the kind that you tire of. This story lasts for seven days (maybe eight). The same number of days when God created everything. This, in contrary, carries no relevance to the world being round or the world going round because in those days, Im Yoona only found one person who did her good and nothing more. On the seventh-eighth day, well that, you have to find out for yourself.
Summer takes her out for a meal. It’s nothing fancy. The place is actually quite noisy and chaotic but they still manage to chat in between. She isn’t her usual quirky self and Yoona begins to question what the meal is really for.
“Why did you suddenly want to go out?” Yoona asks when she found the opportunity.
“I can trust you, right?” And in between the waitress shouting and a drunken man singing, Yoona can hear the worry in her voice.
“The question is: will you?” Yoona bites her lip. It seems that answering questions with even more questions is becoming a habit of hers. Curse Changmin for it.
“I’m getting married soon.”
Yoona storms immediately to her side and pulls her into a hug. “When? Where? With who? Tell every little detail!”
“Siwon. I thought he was joking but he bought a ring and asked me and I just can’t say no.” Summer chokes on her words and tears stream down her cheeks. Then realization dawns in. Yoona has never seen her cry and right now, she’s not even crying because she’s sad or she’s hurt. And she has to cry for her friend’s happiness too.
“I suppose you’re telling me this to be your bride’s maid.”
Summer smiles cheekily before nodding and pulling her into another hug.
At first, Yoona believed that she is a reflection of Summer-- who she is and how she’ll turn out to be. She thought she will turn out to be just like her. Because she sees herself in her eyes like she’s carved and engraved there forever. They aren’t very similar after all.
There is light in her eyes that aren’t found in Yoona’s. That even in a room full of darkness, she can shine. At least, Yoona thinks so. A spark is better than nothing. Summer says she needs to go home so Yoona instantly pushes her off. Goodbye at the tip of her tongue but she gives a faint smile instead.
A spark is better than nothing. And Yoona sees it fade away as she sees Summer’s back in a distance, walking away from the dark room they used to occupy.
Changmin arrives, not much later from how he always does. His eyes are always tired and his cellular phone always in his hand. This is what Yoona takes note for the last days he comes and drags her away. And maybe a little too many that she knows she can take anything inside his refrigerator if she wanted to.
Tonight, they dine out in some amazing Italian restaurant that has a name she can’t pronounce. Yoona looks up and sees a bright chandelier just hanging above their table and a uniform one for every single table in the room. Unlike her usual den - a room with no light-this place is blinding, much like Changmin’s white washed walls. Too much light, vanishes out her darkness; so she doesn’t fit in anywhere but with Summer and her spark. But even that is gone.
She lives knowing that she’s living without need, purpose and importance. And Changmin fishes her out of her dilemma with his how are you doing.
“I’m fine, I think. What about you? You look like paperwork killed you.”
“If it did then this is probably my fourth life already.” He chuckles lightly, thinking his reply is creative “Do tell me though, what exactly does ‘fine’ mean?”
“Fine, Okay, Normal. Don’t tell me you haven’t encountered that in school?”
“Well, I’m sure school taught me that no one’s ever just fine. Is anything wrong?”
“Nothing’s wrong,” she says and her mind supplies “Everything’s just never in their right place” but it gets caught in her throat and stays there.
No words are spoken after that. Changmin feels no need to. Because he doesn’t have anything heroic or life-changing to say, even though he believes that words can do that. Just not his. Especially not his.
She’s looking around after placing her utensil down. This, he files in the corner of his brain somewhere, that she has always done just that after eating. Like she’s always in search for something that’s never there and - “Why are you staring at me like that?”
He blinks and leans his back on the back of his chair, almost like a retreat and he finds it difficult to find words to say. “W-W-What do you mean? I can’t look at you now? And what do you mean staring like that - staring like what?”
“Like I’m suddenly the most beautiful woman your eyes ever landed on.” Yoona smiles brilliantly, a little smug but brilliant nonetheless. He smiles at her too.
“Are you sure you can still carry your head? It looks pretty big from here. Who taught you these things? Summer?”
“Nah, she wouldn’t have much time to teach me anymore.” She chuckles theatrically, head thrown back in a beautiful manner. And he bets if he can see her in slow motion it would feel like a movie and they’re having their first dinner date. But it only seems like so.
“Do you want to dance?” is what he mutters mindlessly and it somewhat surprises him too but she takes his hand and leads their way to the smooth ivory floor without a word.
“I have to warn you though; I’m not very good at dancing.”
Yoona clings to him tightly, arms wrapped tightly around his neck. Changmin put his hands on her waist and they sway occasionally to the music. When she pauses, he does too. And he smiles to the random people who glance at their way. Slowly, they start dancing again despite the fact that he can hear her sobbing (or sniffing actually) and he figures he might as well say something.
“I don’t know what the problem is. I’m not sure if it concerns me or anything… but you can tell me. I’ll listen to whatever frustrates you. Heck, you can cry on my shoulder if you wanted to.”
“Just tell me when you plan to let go.”
It is a little insulting on his part. He doesn’t border the feeling on the extremes though. It becomes a lot easier when he hears “Don’t leave me,” instead. Or maybe that’s what he wanted to hear so it would be a lot bearable. Changmin isn’t the kind of person to long for human affection. So it’s never been a good idea to practically hire someone to pretend to actually care for him. Then it becomes less of that and more of this and he wonders again why he wanted Yoona in the first place.
“I’ll tell you.” is what he settles on saying, although, the way he holds her closer almost tells her his unspoken “I won’t leave you.”
Changmin feels a familiar vibration through the side of his jacket so he distances himself from her and fishes his phone out, answers the call and glances at Yoona for a split second before moving two steps away (“Hello?”), fours steps away (“I can’t really talk right now, wait, what do you mean?”) and eventually outside where she can’t hear him.
Yoona goes back to their table and waits for him without a word.
*
“We should, uhm, do something tonight. Like watch a movie or something.”
“Sounds good. What movie do you have in mind?”
Glance, smile, open the door, start the engine.”I was thinking you should pick. We can also get popcorn or something.”
“Ice cream and Star Wars would be nice.”
“Sure, we can always stop by a convenience store on the way home.” Glance, smile, red light, stop.
Yoona wishes there is also a traffic light to her feelings. Or at least a lid but as a normal human being, she has come to the terms that there are simply things that do not exist.
Green light, step on the pedal, go. She leaves the thought behind.
*
They stop and she only realizes that they have arrived when he taps her shoulder. Changmin opens the door, one foot outside. “What flavor do you want?”
Automatically, she reaches for the door handle on her side but through the windows, Yoona sees something that stops her from swinging the door open. “No, wait wait, I can stay here, right?”
“Of course you can. I won’t take long anyway. So what flavor?”
Yoona takes another look to check before turning back to him. “Uhhh… your pick. Anything’s okay,”
“Sure. I’ll be right back.”
He runs off inside the small shop and Yoona takes her time to let it all sink in. She breathes deeply and stares just straight ahead, thinking of - everything: the possibilities and the impossibilities, the dangers and threats, the words to be and not to be spoken or in his case, heard. She turns her head to spare him another glance and she’s frightened as a cat thrown in water - he is staring back… staring back to the reflection of himself on the tinted windows of the car.
Yoona taps her foot impatiently, looks at the digital clock near the radio, drums her fingers on her thigh and played with the hem of her top and Changmin still hasn’t arrived. She looks at the automatic doors of the store every now and then but it just leads her to avert her glance at his way.
Changmin shouldn’t, couldn’t and wouldn’t know anything about him. Kyujong is cruel and dangerous and he knows about the evils of her life that Changmin doesn’t have to know. The car door opens and cold wind blows inside, Changmin hands her the plastic bag of chips and ice cream and sits on the driver’s seat.
“Did you miss me?” He flashes a grin. Every bit of Yoona’s worries washing away from just a simple gesture.
“No, but you took really long. It was really boring here. Can we go now?”
“You sure are impatient, aren’t you?”
But she doesn’t answer so he simply drives away.
*
“Hey, this is mine! Get your hands off my chips!”
“This doesn’t even have your name on it. Why……hey…!” Changmin says as Yoona grabs the pack of chips from him. “Fine, you can have it.”
Yoona sticks her tongue out at him teasingly and glomps down the food in seconds.
“We haven’t reached the climax of the movie and you’re already done with the food.”
“Hey, hey, hey, you should share the blame. You ate more that I did.” Yoona stands up, feeling a bit cold from sitting on the floor and moves Changmin’s legs so that she can sit on the comfortable and warm sofa.
“Yea, whatever. Just keep on eating.” He shoves another bag of chips to her and watches the movie intently.
Yoona, on the other hand, observes Changmin instead. He looks at the tv with zombie eyes and the occasional light from the television illuminates his face and she notices a growth of stubble hair on his chin.
“Are you really that busy that you forget to shave?”
He drops his spoon in the ice cream tub and touches his jaw and chin. “No. I… decided to keep it. It gives me character.”
She snorts and finally Changmin averts his glance to her, a few emotions flitting across his features before settling for something she recognized as confusion. It is… sort off cute. A smile curls on her lips and suddenly, an urge to move closer and have a better look of his face takes over her. But it’s a stupid act, it’s a stupid thought.
“If you’re so busy, I could help you, you know.”
“…….Are you saying that you’ll help me shave?”
“I can, if you want me to. I can help you bathe too but I know that’s not your thing so never mind.”
“Your sexual innuendos are interesting. Do tell me more.” Changmin takes a spoonful of ice cream and makes an effort to look interested, nodding here and there.
“When I think of something offending, I’ll tell you.”
“Oh, I’m supposed to be offended?”
“Do you know why the colors of their light sabers are like that?”
“Here, some ice cream might cure your weirdness away.” She looks like she was going to say something but he shoves a spoonful of ice cream in her mouth. Yoona licks her lips and snatches the ice cream tub from him instead of saying some intended pun.
“Hey...” He was expecting her to give him some attention… or something. But Yoona keeps watching the movie that she showed no interest to until just a few seconds ago.
“Yea?”
“Look at me.”
“Is that a request or a demand?” Yoona asks but she still refuses to look at his direction.
“It’s a request.”
And she snaps her head to his direction. He’s serious as per usual. Yoona blinks and tilts her head in a cute manner to see how he’ll react but his expression doesn’t change.
“Sleep with me.”
“Do you mean that as-“ He cuts her off immediately. “Sleep. Just that.” Changmin resumes on watching the movie while Yoona stares wide-eyed at the side of his face.
“By the way, it’s a demand.”
In the end, Yoona says nothing and shakes her head. And the thought of ‘Changmin’ and ‘bipolar’ fills her brain and for more reasons than one, it feels almost true. She eyes him from time to time but he appears the same - zombie eyes boring an invisible hole on the tv screen from concentrating on the film too much.
He’s confusing now. Weird confusing. Crazy confusing. Yoona doesn’t know how to deal with that or drain the insane predicament away.
The closing credits roll in and Changmin yawns and gets up to throw the wrappers and clean the utensils they used. Yoona fixes the pillows and turns the tv and dvd player off and goes back to the couch, hugging her legs meekly and lowering her head.
She feels someone pull her arm a few minutes later and she stirs a bit in her sleep before looking up.
“Do you want to sleep here instead? ‘Cos I don’t think we can both fit in the couch.”
“Carry me to the room. It’s a demand!” She jokes sluggishly and she’s almost half expecting him to actually do as she says.
“Seriously? Just get up, Yoona.”
“Why can’t you be romantic for once? I don’t think I’m that heavy anyway.”
“Just walk, you have those things called feet for a reason.”
“Fine fine,” Yoona puts her feet down and he grabs her hand and pulls her with him. And there’s this uncomfortable pounding in her chest that she can’t rid off even when she has her back to him as they sleep. (Or as he sleeps but she doesn’t know that either)
He doesn’t shift his position, not once, not one bit. And Yoona doesn’t either. Changmin just stares at her hair that falls in havoc and he blinks a few times before deciding to drift into sleep.
*
“Good morning,” and a grin is what she wakes up to. Yoona blinks because she’s facing him and he looks like he’s been awake for some time now. “Or are you still asleep? Hello?” He waves his free hand in front of Yoona’s face and she swats it away.
“Good isn’t quite right.”
They have a staring contest after that. Yoona sinks deep because that’s never really her expertise to begin with. So she breaks it off when she sits up (back facing him again) and announces that he needs to go to work.
“I hate mornings now too. When the morning comes and the sun begins to rise, I feel like I lose you. You’re like a dream I never want to wake up from.”
Changmin is by the door the next second, hand already on the knob. “You want cereals?”
“You have those killer ones?”
Changmin rolls his eyes. “Seriously? Cereal killer?”
“It was to lighten the mood, Changmin. Have you got anything better?”
A female suddenly materializes in Changmin’s kitchen. She’s tall, pretty and has a nice figure. She squeals and hops-runs towards Changmin. “Minnie, I miss you!” They hug and when she pulled away - oh, Yoona takes a step back - oh.
“I missed you too, Qian. How did you get in?”
“You can say that a tall friend of mine, never changes.” She hits him playfully on the shoulder before her eyes landed on Yoona. “By the way, who is this pretty lady?”
“Qian, this is Yoona. Well, Yoona, this is Qian.”
Qian reaches out to grab her hand and shakes it quite violently. “Hi! Nice to meet you!” She smiles at her too, eyes wrinkling at the sides. Before she can say something in reply, she announces that she has already cooked breakfast and that breakfast is the most important meal of the day like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.
Sorry, not so nice to meet you.
창민/윤아 || au || three-shot || word count -- 2,827 words.
This story is not a short one. This story might be the kind that you tire of. This story lasts for seven days (maybe eight). The same number of days when God created everything. This, in contrary, carries no relevance to the world being round or the world going round because in those days, Im Yoona only found one person who did her good and nothing more. On the seventh-eighth day, well that, you have to find out for yourself.
Summer takes her out for a meal. It’s nothing fancy. The place is actually quite noisy and chaotic but they still manage to chat in between. She isn’t her usual quirky self and Yoona begins to question what the meal is really for.
“Why did you suddenly want to go out?” Yoona asks when she found the opportunity.
“I can trust you, right?” And in between the waitress shouting and a drunken man singing, Yoona can hear the worry in her voice.
“The question is: will you?” Yoona bites her lip. It seems that answering questions with even more questions is becoming a habit of hers. Curse Changmin for it.
“I’m getting married soon.”
Yoona storms immediately to her side and pulls her into a hug. “When? Where? With who? Tell every little detail!”
“Siwon. I thought he was joking but he bought a ring and asked me and I just can’t say no.” Summer chokes on her words and tears stream down her cheeks. Then realization dawns in. Yoona has never seen her cry and right now, she’s not even crying because she’s sad or she’s hurt. And she has to cry for her friend’s happiness too.
“I suppose you’re telling me this to be your bride’s maid.”
Summer smiles cheekily before nodding and pulling her into another hug.
At first, Yoona believed that she is a reflection of Summer-- who she is and how she’ll turn out to be. She thought she will turn out to be just like her. Because she sees herself in her eyes like she’s carved and engraved there forever. They aren’t very similar after all.
There is light in her eyes that aren’t found in Yoona’s. That even in a room full of darkness, she can shine. At least, Yoona thinks so. A spark is better than nothing. Summer says she needs to go home so Yoona instantly pushes her off. Goodbye at the tip of her tongue but she gives a faint smile instead.
A spark is better than nothing. And Yoona sees it fade away as she sees Summer’s back in a distance, walking away from the dark room they used to occupy.
Changmin arrives, not much later from how he always does. His eyes are always tired and his cellular phone always in his hand. This is what Yoona takes note for the last days he comes and drags her away. And maybe a little too many that she knows she can take anything inside his refrigerator if she wanted to.
Tonight, they dine out in some amazing Italian restaurant that has a name she can’t pronounce. Yoona looks up and sees a bright chandelier just hanging above their table and a uniform one for every single table in the room. Unlike her usual den - a room with no light-this place is blinding, much like Changmin’s white washed walls. Too much light, vanishes out her darkness; so she doesn’t fit in anywhere but with Summer and her spark. But even that is gone.
She lives knowing that she’s living without need, purpose and importance. And Changmin fishes her out of her dilemma with his how are you doing.
“I’m fine, I think. What about you? You look like paperwork killed you.”
“If it did then this is probably my fourth life already.” He chuckles lightly, thinking his reply is creative “Do tell me though, what exactly does ‘fine’ mean?”
“Fine, Okay, Normal. Don’t tell me you haven’t encountered that in school?”
“Well, I’m sure school taught me that no one’s ever just fine. Is anything wrong?”
“Nothing’s wrong,” she says and her mind supplies “Everything’s just never in their right place” but it gets caught in her throat and stays there.
No words are spoken after that. Changmin feels no need to. Because he doesn’t have anything heroic or life-changing to say, even though he believes that words can do that. Just not his. Especially not his.
She’s looking around after placing her utensil down. This, he files in the corner of his brain somewhere, that she has always done just that after eating. Like she’s always in search for something that’s never there and - “Why are you staring at me like that?”
He blinks and leans his back on the back of his chair, almost like a retreat and he finds it difficult to find words to say. “W-W-What do you mean? I can’t look at you now? And what do you mean staring like that - staring like what?”
“Like I’m suddenly the most beautiful woman your eyes ever landed on.” Yoona smiles brilliantly, a little smug but brilliant nonetheless. He smiles at her too.
“Are you sure you can still carry your head? It looks pretty big from here. Who taught you these things? Summer?”
“Nah, she wouldn’t have much time to teach me anymore.” She chuckles theatrically, head thrown back in a beautiful manner. And he bets if he can see her in slow motion it would feel like a movie and they’re having their first dinner date. But it only seems like so.
“Do you want to dance?” is what he mutters mindlessly and it somewhat surprises him too but she takes his hand and leads their way to the smooth ivory floor without a word.
“I have to warn you though; I’m not very good at dancing.”
Yoona clings to him tightly, arms wrapped tightly around his neck. Changmin put his hands on her waist and they sway occasionally to the music. When she pauses, he does too. And he smiles to the random people who glance at their way. Slowly, they start dancing again despite the fact that he can hear her sobbing (or sniffing actually) and he figures he might as well say something.
“I don’t know what the problem is. I’m not sure if it concerns me or anything… but you can tell me. I’ll listen to whatever frustrates you. Heck, you can cry on my shoulder if you wanted to.”
“Just tell me when you plan to let go.”
It is a little insulting on his part. He doesn’t border the feeling on the extremes though. It becomes a lot easier when he hears “Don’t leave me,” instead. Or maybe that’s what he wanted to hear so it would be a lot bearable. Changmin isn’t the kind of person to long for human affection. So it’s never been a good idea to practically hire someone to pretend to actually care for him. Then it becomes less of that and more of this and he wonders again why he wanted Yoona in the first place.
“I’ll tell you.” is what he settles on saying, although, the way he holds her closer almost tells her his unspoken “I won’t leave you.”
Changmin feels a familiar vibration through the side of his jacket so he distances himself from her and fishes his phone out, answers the call and glances at Yoona for a split second before moving two steps away (“Hello?”), fours steps away (“I can’t really talk right now, wait, what do you mean?”) and eventually outside where she can’t hear him.
Yoona goes back to their table and waits for him without a word.
*
“We should, uhm, do something tonight. Like watch a movie or something.”
“Sounds good. What movie do you have in mind?”
Glance, smile, open the door, start the engine.”I was thinking you should pick. We can also get popcorn or something.”
“Ice cream and Star Wars would be nice.”
“Sure, we can always stop by a convenience store on the way home.” Glance, smile, red light, stop.
Yoona wishes there is also a traffic light to her feelings. Or at least a lid but as a normal human being, she has come to the terms that there are simply things that do not exist.
Green light, step on the pedal, go. She leaves the thought behind.
*
They stop and she only realizes that they have arrived when he taps her shoulder. Changmin opens the door, one foot outside. “What flavor do you want?”
Automatically, she reaches for the door handle on her side but through the windows, Yoona sees something that stops her from swinging the door open. “No, wait wait, I can stay here, right?”
“Of course you can. I won’t take long anyway. So what flavor?”
Yoona takes another look to check before turning back to him. “Uhhh… your pick. Anything’s okay,”
“Sure. I’ll be right back.”
He runs off inside the small shop and Yoona takes her time to let it all sink in. She breathes deeply and stares just straight ahead, thinking of - everything: the possibilities and the impossibilities, the dangers and threats, the words to be and not to be spoken or in his case, heard. She turns her head to spare him another glance and she’s frightened as a cat thrown in water - he is staring back… staring back to the reflection of himself on the tinted windows of the car.
Yoona taps her foot impatiently, looks at the digital clock near the radio, drums her fingers on her thigh and played with the hem of her top and Changmin still hasn’t arrived. She looks at the automatic doors of the store every now and then but it just leads her to avert her glance at his way.
Changmin shouldn’t, couldn’t and wouldn’t know anything about him. Kyujong is cruel and dangerous and he knows about the evils of her life that Changmin doesn’t have to know. The car door opens and cold wind blows inside, Changmin hands her the plastic bag of chips and ice cream and sits on the driver’s seat.
“Did you miss me?” He flashes a grin. Every bit of Yoona’s worries washing away from just a simple gesture.
“No, but you took really long. It was really boring here. Can we go now?”
“You sure are impatient, aren’t you?”
But she doesn’t answer so he simply drives away.
*
“Hey, this is mine! Get your hands off my chips!”
“This doesn’t even have your name on it. Why……hey…!” Changmin says as Yoona grabs the pack of chips from him. “Fine, you can have it.”
Yoona sticks her tongue out at him teasingly and glomps down the food in seconds.
“We haven’t reached the climax of the movie and you’re already done with the food.”
“Hey, hey, hey, you should share the blame. You ate more that I did.” Yoona stands up, feeling a bit cold from sitting on the floor and moves Changmin’s legs so that she can sit on the comfortable and warm sofa.
“Yea, whatever. Just keep on eating.” He shoves another bag of chips to her and watches the movie intently.
Yoona, on the other hand, observes Changmin instead. He looks at the tv with zombie eyes and the occasional light from the television illuminates his face and she notices a growth of stubble hair on his chin.
“Are you really that busy that you forget to shave?”
He drops his spoon in the ice cream tub and touches his jaw and chin. “No. I… decided to keep it. It gives me character.”
She snorts and finally Changmin averts his glance to her, a few emotions flitting across his features before settling for something she recognized as confusion. It is… sort off cute. A smile curls on her lips and suddenly, an urge to move closer and have a better look of his face takes over her. But it’s a stupid act, it’s a stupid thought.
“If you’re so busy, I could help you, you know.”
“…….Are you saying that you’ll help me shave?”
“I can, if you want me to. I can help you bathe too but I know that’s not your thing so never mind.”
“Your sexual innuendos are interesting. Do tell me more.” Changmin takes a spoonful of ice cream and makes an effort to look interested, nodding here and there.
“When I think of something offending, I’ll tell you.”
“Oh, I’m supposed to be offended?”
“Do you know why the colors of their light sabers are like that?”
“Here, some ice cream might cure your weirdness away.” She looks like she was going to say something but he shoves a spoonful of ice cream in her mouth. Yoona licks her lips and snatches the ice cream tub from him instead of saying some intended pun.
“Hey...” He was expecting her to give him some attention… or something. But Yoona keeps watching the movie that she showed no interest to until just a few seconds ago.
“Yea?”
“Look at me.”
“Is that a request or a demand?” Yoona asks but she still refuses to look at his direction.
“It’s a request.”
And she snaps her head to his direction. He’s serious as per usual. Yoona blinks and tilts her head in a cute manner to see how he’ll react but his expression doesn’t change.
“Sleep with me.”
“Do you mean that as-“ He cuts her off immediately. “Sleep. Just that.” Changmin resumes on watching the movie while Yoona stares wide-eyed at the side of his face.
“By the way, it’s a demand.”
In the end, Yoona says nothing and shakes her head. And the thought of ‘Changmin’ and ‘bipolar’ fills her brain and for more reasons than one, it feels almost true. She eyes him from time to time but he appears the same - zombie eyes boring an invisible hole on the tv screen from concentrating on the film too much.
He’s confusing now. Weird confusing. Crazy confusing. Yoona doesn’t know how to deal with that or drain the insane predicament away.
The closing credits roll in and Changmin yawns and gets up to throw the wrappers and clean the utensils they used. Yoona fixes the pillows and turns the tv and dvd player off and goes back to the couch, hugging her legs meekly and lowering her head.
She feels someone pull her arm a few minutes later and she stirs a bit in her sleep before looking up.
“Do you want to sleep here instead? ‘Cos I don’t think we can both fit in the couch.”
“Carry me to the room. It’s a demand!” She jokes sluggishly and she’s almost half expecting him to actually do as she says.
“Seriously? Just get up, Yoona.”
“Why can’t you be romantic for once? I don’t think I’m that heavy anyway.”
“Just walk, you have those things called feet for a reason.”
“Fine fine,” Yoona puts her feet down and he grabs her hand and pulls her with him. And there’s this uncomfortable pounding in her chest that she can’t rid off even when she has her back to him as they sleep. (Or as he sleeps but she doesn’t know that either)
He doesn’t shift his position, not once, not one bit. And Yoona doesn’t either. Changmin just stares at her hair that falls in havoc and he blinks a few times before deciding to drift into sleep.
*
“Good morning,” and a grin is what she wakes up to. Yoona blinks because she’s facing him and he looks like he’s been awake for some time now. “Or are you still asleep? Hello?” He waves his free hand in front of Yoona’s face and she swats it away.
“Good isn’t quite right.”
They have a staring contest after that. Yoona sinks deep because that’s never really her expertise to begin with. So she breaks it off when she sits up (back facing him again) and announces that he needs to go to work.
“I hate mornings now too. When the morning comes and the sun begins to rise, I feel like I lose you. You’re like a dream I never want to wake up from.”
Changmin is by the door the next second, hand already on the knob. “You want cereals?”
“You have those killer ones?”
Changmin rolls his eyes. “Seriously? Cereal killer?”
“It was to lighten the mood, Changmin. Have you got anything better?”
A female suddenly materializes in Changmin’s kitchen. She’s tall, pretty and has a nice figure. She squeals and hops-runs towards Changmin. “Minnie, I miss you!” They hug and when she pulled away - oh, Yoona takes a step back - oh.
“I missed you too, Qian. How did you get in?”
“You can say that a tall friend of mine, never changes.” She hits him playfully on the shoulder before her eyes landed on Yoona. “By the way, who is this pretty lady?”
“Qian, this is Yoona. Well, Yoona, this is Qian.”
Qian reaches out to grab her hand and shakes it quite violently. “Hi! Nice to meet you!” She smiles at her too, eyes wrinkling at the sides. Before she can say something in reply, she announces that she has already cooked breakfast and that breakfast is the most important meal of the day like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.
Sorry, not so nice to meet you.