The Darker Half

II

The sun whispered through the thin curtains that danced into her room.

The late October wind confidently twirled the curtains to a tune only they knew.

Removing the clumsy mess of what looked like a huge cloud of sheets, he woke up.

Remembering the events of the previous night, a shy yet familiar smile spread across his face as his hungry arms made their way to envelope the skin he couldn't have enough of but, as he expected...she wasn't in bed anymore.

Smiling widely to himself, he sighed and got off the bed.

It was only after the wind had teased him that he realised his body felt cold...and bare. Grabbing his night gown, he made his way out of her room. The house was quiet in the mornings with nothing but the sound of wind running around through the open windows. Making his way to the dining room, he was welcomed with a table full of an unusual breakfast combination.

'Come now you have to drink it!! I do not care whether it tastes nice or not. I am not letting you pour all my efforts down the drain like you did with this juice last week. I swear, I will make you drink it from the drain if you do not finish it till the very last drop. Come on now, I am not gonna leave till I see you finish it!!' Jimin squabbled

'Oh yeah?! Then make me!!' she retorted, sticking her tongue out.

'Yup...now it definitely feels like I am back' He finally spoke.

'Changkyun! Will you please knock some sense into her? She's not drinking her beetroot juice!!' Jimin whined as he turned the glass of the bloody concoction towards the guy who stood laughing, making the former pout angrily at him.

'Come now, drink it love. I'll drink it with you.' Changkyun smiled as he took the glass from Jimin and downed half of the huge glass. It was only after he swallowed it, that the taste kicked in...oh but he couldn't show it. Or else she wouldn't have it. A part of him knew she already knew what his expected reaction to the liquid would be. Regardless of that knowledge he smiled and acted as if he had tasted the nectar of the heavens.

'Your turn' was all he could manage.

Seating himself next to her on the table, he confidently slid the glass to her.

Sighing she picked up the glass and gulped it down without flinching. It was only after she placed the empty glass on the table and had wiped her lips that Changkyun's head slammed on the table while a happy Jimin cried,

'Stop overacting Changkyun, though I thank you for doing what was impossible for the past one hour in only a few minutes. I am so glad you came back from Alexandria.'

'Don't put potatoes in the juice next time Jimin. Potatoes don't go well with beetroots. At least not in juice form. How you made it, will still be a mystery and hopefully the eighth Wonder of the World. Try grapes and apples.' Changkyun murmured with his head still on the table.

The taste was revolting.

He tried very hard to keep it down as Jimin happily skipped away.

Before he walked out of the door, he turned around to meet her eyes. Smiling he said,

'I have already told Taeyong to keep your afternoon free and that I will be coming with you for your appointment. We'll have lunch. You're more than welcome to join us on our excursion Changkyun.'

'No lunch for me please, thank you. After this 'sweet' drink, it'll take a miracle for you to make me at all.' Changkyun massaged his head.

Shrugging his shoulders, Jimin walked out, humming the same tune.