blue bird - hwasun oneshot collection

Good Night

[It's so cheesy, my teeth are rotting.]

Yongsun wakes up from the loud electronic beeping of the front door opening and sits up in her bed. She always had trouble sleeping, but during her solo promotions it got worse. And even now, on a well-deserved rest, Yongsun twitches and wakes up from every little rustle, unable to rest properly. Her body is too used to the wake-ups at 4 in the morning and night drives to the company building, to the studio, to Music Bank, to radio stations.

There are five people, besides Yongsun, who know the code to her apartment – her manager, Yonghee-unnie, Byulyi, Wheein, and Hyejin.

She hears the door shutting with a gentle 'click' and immediately knows that this is not Yonghee-unnie or Byulyi. They wouldn't bother to be quiet. Wheein would never show up without telling beforehand, especially at – Yongsun looks at the time on her phone and chokes a little - at 3:28 am. And Hyejin had been to her apartment only once, when Yongsun held a housewarming party. She is so not the usual guest around here. Plus, she's in the middle of her solo album recording and practically lives at Woosang's studio, so the probability of her breaking into Yongsun's house at such a late hour is close to zero.

So, that leaves only one option: it's one of the managers, which means that something has changed in her schedule, which means that she will have to get up and start to prepare. Yongsun doesn't know for what exactly, but that's nothing. She'll get there.

She comes out of the bedroom barefoot, trying not to pay attention to the instant numbness of her toes against the cold floor, and squints helplessly, struggling to seek out the hunched figure in the darkness of the hallway.

"Unnie?" She whispers and pokes around for glasses she forgot last night on a coffee table.

"Wow, I am your unnie now?" The familiar hoarse voice reaches her ears, and the goddamn butterflies in her stomach immediately respond with excited trepidation.

Yongsun puts on her glasses, turns on the light and immediately winces at the cold artificial glow of the lamp. In bright light and with a normal vision she easily recognizes none other than Ahn Hyejin standing in the hallway, propping up the wall with her shoulder, tired, sleepy, with a shy smile on her soft lips. She lazily fiddles with the car keys, her huge bag lies on her feet, and there are music sheets with uneven handwriting and a crumpled corner of some colorful magazine sticking out of opened zipper.

"Hyejin?" Yongsun blinks in confusion. Like if she opens and closes her eyes for a specific amount of times, the hallucination will disappear. "What are you doing here?"

"Were you waiting for someone?" Hyejin ignores her question. She is still standing at the front door, kicking the rug with the toe of her tattered sneakers.

"I heard the door opening," Yongsun replies, strangely mesmerized by the movement of Hyejin's foot. She kicks Yongsun's brand new rug, then twists her thin ankle, and kicks again. (Hyejin could never stand still, especially when she's nervous. She always jerks her shoulders, arms, legs, twists and turns, as if she wants to go to the toilet, shifts from foot to foot, frantically snaps the pen cap, getting on the nerves of everyone around her. "Restless soul," Wheein jokingly says. Yongsun finds this quirk of hers weirdly charming. Well, truth be told, Yongsun finds everything about Hyejin charming.) "Thought it was my manager."

"Ah."

There it is, their usual silence that always around when they are alone. Both Yongsun and Hyejin got so used to the lack of words between them that they stopped considering it as awkward. If they finally have something to say to each other, they will definitely do it, but for now both are quite content to stay silent.