Contract Boyfriend || n.yuta

6

She put her hands over her ears as the booming thunder threatened to engulf her. It was her tenth time counting to one hundred, yet there seemed to be no end to it.

Don't cry.

"It's cold." She whimpered. "When are you coming back?"

Don't cry.

She didn't know how much time had passed, but she knew it had been long. She had been waiting in the empty playground even before the rain and night came. She had been waiting so patiently. 

There was a sharp strike of lightning that hit the ground meters away from her. She couldn't even bring herself to flinch or shout as the thunder made her ears ring. 

She couldn't cry, otherwise he would never come back for her. 

☁

"If I slap you will you cry?" Daeun wondered, looking up from her phone. "Come on cry for me."

Iseul scooted away from her and put a pillow between them as a shield. "Is there something wrong with not wanting to cry? I'm pretty sure I can express my sadness in other ways I find myself comfortable." 

"I don't know man, I think crying is one of the best ways to let the pain out. I mean, last time I saw you cry was back in daycare when we were like four or something." Daeun shrugged.

It's not that she didn't want to cry, she just couldn't. No matter how much she tried to force the tears out, she couldn't bring herself to cry. Even if she was happy, sad, or frustrated, she couldn't. 

"My therapist said it's probably shock from when my parents got divorced. It's been like what, nineteen years? I'm pretty sure I just cope differently." Iseul hypothesized. She was expecting Daeun to throw the 'you're not like other girls' meme at her as she usually did.

"I talked to Yuta about you." Daeun admitted.

"Great and?" 

"He's completely clueless, isn't he? You haven't at the least told him what happened between you and Jungwoo? Your trauma?" 

"Would he believe me if I said Jungwoo was the one who broke up with me? Everyone thinks I was the one who left him hanging." Iseul questioned. A bitter laugh leaves her lips, her eyes landing on the broken picture frame on the table. "After all, Jungwoo is Mr. Perfect."

"Ugh, enough about him." Daeun rolled her eyes. "I hate his guts. I just have a bad feeling about him."

"You're the one who brought him up! And you could tell Yuta yourself what happened!" Iseul huffed. 

"I tried, but he said something about a rule he didn't want to break. If he was going to learn something about you, he said it needed to come from you." Daeun explained.

Iseul blinked, a little bit touched at the information. "He really said that?"

"You know there were hearts in your eyes just now."

"Shut up." Iseul mumbled. "I think it's just sweet he valued my privacy and stuck to his word."

She really did appreciate that, yet it confused her. How could he be so close yet distant to her? 

A warm feeling fills her stomach as she remembers his words from a couple nights before. Her hands automatically went up to her long hair. Her lips pressed into a line as she thought.

"And later on you'll think he's cute and amazing and develop feelings for him." Daeun teased, earning a soft slap from the girl. "Don't come crying to me when your plan backfires!" 

"Whatever." Iseul muttered, shooting a glare at Daeun before going back on her phone. "Do you think I should get a haircut?"

"I think it would be a fresh look, but that doesn't seem like you." Daeun answered. "Why?" 

"Let's go out, I want to run a couple of errands."

☁

"Make sure you all stretch well. We don't want anyone to get injured with the practice match next week." Taeyong reminded, looking over the others.

"Mark do you have bones? I can feel my joints aching looking at you." Johnny grunted, trying his best to reach for his toes. 

"I see you guys stretched so I think we can move onto the dribbling drills?" 

All eyes fall on her, some wide in shock, others squinting trying to recognize her. One pair of eyes in particular seemed displeased. 

"Are you all just gonna stare at me? Come on, we need to get to training if you all want to finish earlier." Iseul asserted. "Earth to Neos?"

"Yo did you just chop your hair off?" Mark gawked, still in disbelief. "Yo this is the first time I've seen you with short hair." 

Iseul awkwardly touched the ends of her short hair as sudden worry came over her. She felt pretty happy with the result and Daeun assured her it was fine. Maybe she should have taken the stylist's advice and cut it until her shoulder blades.

The girl clapped, snapping them out of their shock. "Is there a problem with it? Look, if you guys have time to stare, you guys definitely have time for the drills."  

"Yes Ma'am." They chorused. She helped them set up the cones and made sure there were enough balls to use. 

"Bambi." Yuta softly called. The girl tried to shake the hair out of her face to see him better. 

"Sorry, I thought I wouldn't need a hair tie if I cut my hair short. Looks like I was wrong." Iseul apologized, trying to fix her hair. She tried to blow the hair out of her eyes but failed to. 

"You took what I said to heart." He started. 

"I'm glad I did. I feel much lighter now that I cut my hair. Getting a haircut makes me also want to get my nails done but I never have the time to." She answered. "How does it look? Everyone is making me conscious."

"You look pretty, I swear. But..." Yuta leaned down , his hand going to push her hair out of her face and behind her ear. Again, he smiled a small smile, but this time it felt different. 

"I think you look the better with your face seen properly."

His smile faded and his whole expression changed back to a poker face. He walked past her like he didn't just say what he said and joined the others.

"Your face is as red as Yuta's hair." Doyoung teased.  

"Shut up bunny boy." She grumbled, going back to what she was originally doing. 

A/N

Our girl cut her hair! For those who are looking for a sign they need a haircut, this is it

the compliments yuta give are so simple, but just hit different you know?

i almost forgot to update since it's wednesday today with how much work my teachers piled on us huhu sorry