"Ok, seriously stop! This is the twelfth time you're playing Winter Bear..." Seok Woo screams.
I was already done with all the portions for the semester's exam and I just had to revise it one last time. I have two months left so why would I revise it now?
I have a holiday today and I decided to become a true fan of BTS. I asked Seok Woo to help me and feed me with all the information I was supposed to know as an army. To be honest, I love their songs. who wouldn't fall in love with Magic Shop? Listen to 'Awake' for a good cry, 'Zero o'clock' to brighten your mood, 'Ugh' if you want to kill someone, and 'AgustD' if you want to feel as savage as Suga.
"Seok Woo, I'm ready!" I squeal. He shakes his head in disbelief and laughs nonchalantly.
"Ok, I hate snakeu?" he asks.
"Umm... J-Hope!" I answer hesitantly.
"Correct! Jungkook from BTS?" he questions.
"Annyonghaseyo, jeoneun Bangtan Sonyeondan, hwangeum maknae Jeon Jungkook imbnida," I answer loudly, being sure of my answer.
"Perfect, dirty water?"
"My faceu... my hearteu is oh my god, Hobi"
"That's right, I know her face, but I-" before he could complete, I cut him and scream.
"Don't know her name. I know movie but I don't know movie name. By kookie, international playboy"
"Beach?" he asks a little nervous, jealous of how quickly I managed to learn.
"Bitch? by Taetae, Yeontan's dad. I'm proud of you, I'm so impressed. You possible English man!" I answer
I inhale deeply and continue, "lachimolala, and Jiminie pabo, and infires man, and three dollars, and J-Hopeeeee, and excuji me, and 'you know BTS?', and pardon!, and worldwide handsome, and swaeg, and meilk, and Min Yoongi jonjae man bbong bbong man boong boong and-"
"Hey stob it! Chae young calm," Seok Woo says.
"Strong power thank you," I say with a chuckle. Damn, this so fun.
After spending some time with Seok Woo, I go to my room and he practices his moves for the upcoming auditions. He's 18 and has auditioned for so many companies but none of them selected him. I always supported him, and he wasn't ready to give up so easily.
I check my cupboard and decide to pick a good outfit for tomorrow. Tae said he'll meet me at the store so who cares about what I wear? I'm just going to wear a black oversized shirt and gray baggy pants.
(Wednesday)
I push the glass door open and correct my face mask. I go to the billing counter and wave at Han Gyeol. He flashes a warm smile and tells me to wait. My phone suddenly rings and I slide the green icon, knowing it was Tae.
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(a/n: this is han gyeol.... in case u guys forgot how he looks)
"Hey, I can see you. Come out of the store. Black car and I'm waiting inside with a white mask."
But, I thought we were going to- never mind. I walk out and search for his black car. I enter the car, sit on the passenger's seat, and pull the seat belt. I couldn't see properly all thanks to my huge face mask. Before buckling the belt, I correct my mask once again.
"You can't even- wait, let me help..." he says.
I mentally laugh a peal of evil laughter and try controlling my smirk. Yes, yes please be the gentleman and buckle it up for me. At least then, I'll get to see his-
'Chae young seriously stop. You can't fall for this lunatic'
He removes his mask and leans forward. Ahh... I must be the luckiest to see such ethereal beauty so close. He moves his torso closer to mine and cages me between both his arms. Hmm...he smells so good. He pulls the belt and moves away to plug it. Huh... I wanted him to be like that for a little longer.
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Look, I've never dated anyone, and my lonely ass could only afford to read romantic books and watch 18+ rom-com movies. So yeah, all this felt thrilling and irresistible.
I smirk behind the huge mask and act innocent. He starts the engine and gestures me to remove my mask.
"You can play any song you want..." he says and hands his phone. I quickly search for a good song and click the play button.
Rich nigga, eight-figure, that's my type
That's my type, nigga that's my type
Eight-inch big, ooh, that's good pipe
Bad bitch, I'ma ride the dick all night
He suddenly panics and snatches his phone back. He pauses the music and glares at me.
"Can we please listen to a decent song? Why are the lyrics so- I'm just going to play a song" he says with a disgusted look.
Can't believe he doesn't like 'My Type' by Saweetie. He has no jams. Soft music plays and he hums along.
One minute and both of us are singing Winter Bear loudly. He points at me and sings, "imagine your face, say hello to me..."
With a wide smile I continue, "to all the bad days they're nothing to me!" we look into each other's eyes and sing together, "...with you, ooh, ooh, ooh"
Sleep Like A Winter Bear
As the song comes to an end, we look at each other and withdraw our hands that were literally pointing at each other, like he was singing about me and I was his winter bear.
He coughs loudly and averts his gaze. I look out of the window and clear my throat.
"The stars look beautiful today..." he says reluctantly.
I chuckle at how flustered he looked and ask, "Yeah they are, you know who else is beautiful?"
