In Your Dreams (A DahMo Fanfic)

10: Lies

At this point, I've screened too many applicants to see if they have nefarious intentions or otherwise. So, it's just two things: either Dahyun is a really good actress (I still remember her "dying") or, worse, she really doesn't know me. Her body language is telling the latter.

"I'm sorry. I must have had the wrong number that's why I was like that. Anyway, here's the written exam. Is an hour okay for you?"

Dahyun shifts her curious gaze from me to the papers. "Yes, an hour's just right."

"Then we can do the interview after," I say before stepping out.

***

Maybe this is some sort of dream, but the water on my face says otherwise. This is reality.

"Are you okay?" Mina asks from behind, after stepping out of the cubicle. "You seem rattled."

"My eyes are just tired, Mi-tang." Who'd believe my story? Hey, the girl of my dreams is here. I mean, literally from my dreams. Crazy? Thought so.

"Momo-ring," Sana says barging into the ladies' room. "Would you mind telling me who 'Hirai Sana' is?" Mina lets out a soft "Eh?" upon hearing this.

I wipe my face and shake off the water from my hands. "It's nothing. Just an applicant who blocked my number. Sorry."

"You mean Snow White over there?" After I nod, Sana smirks, jabbing me with her elbow. "Maybe I should let her know who the real Sana is, don't you think?"

"Don't you dare, you snake," I say, standing too close to her.

Sana smiles. "Ooh, establishing your territory this early? Fine, I won't interfere," she says, dragging her finger in the middle of my chest.

"Get a room you two," Mina mutters before stepping out. Sana chuckles before following suit.

***

Instead of asking the usual interview questions, I want to grill Dahyun for...whatever this is, but I don't want to prevent her from pursuing her application.

"Anyway, Ms. Kim, that'll be all. We'll just contact you if the application pushes through."

She stands up, bows, and leaves. "Thank you for your time..." she pauses. "...Ms. Hirai."

Scanning her exams, and assessing her interview responses, worry me. At this rate, even a high school student would be better suited for the job. I don't want to acknowledge it, but she seems like an airhead. Even the dumb blonde stereotype would outperform her.

Is this another one of her games?

***

"You looked pretty today," Dahyun whispers, hugging me from behind as I observe the fish in the pagoda. So, she does know who I am.

I turn to her, eyeing her from top to bottom. She's donning a floral Sunday dress, her hair back to that gradient. "Really? Then why'd you act like you didn't know me?"

She lets go, and narrows her gaze towards me. "I...I couldn't be like this," she starts, waving her hands at her entirety. "I was hardly containing myself when our hands met for a handshake."

"Why? I felt like I was crazy back there."

She shifts in place, fumbling for words. "I'm...sorry, I didn't mean to."

"You seemed really uptight, y'know?" I comment, sitting next to her. My hand reaches out to hers, and she immediately clasps on. God, how could I resist her?

"I wanted to do this," Dahyun whispers, giving me a lingering peck on the cheek. If her face wasn't so near, I wouldn't be able to tell. My brain just tells me that the kiss was moist and her breath was warm.

"What was that for?"

She tilts her head to the side, shrugging. "You have no idea how long how I wanted to do that. It's just that, I don't know why, I'm braver in—"

In a heartbeat, I immediately kneel in front of Dahyun, her legs in between mine. She looks up at me, her mouth slightly open as I dive in to let our lips meet for the first time. I'm just so tired of her games. This time, I want to play it on my terms.

Dahyun lets out a short gasp as I pin her body on the marble pavement. The lack of an actual physical sensation is somewhat disappointing, so I just think back to her scent—a sweet summer fragrance—as my lips traverse her soft, white cheeks.

"Momo-ssi," she utters while repeatedly combing the base of my skull.

"Shut up," I command, ripping the buttons off her dress like a savage animal governed by lust.

"Please..." Dahyun whimpers in between her deep moans. "...I have something to say."

Exasperated, I huff, speaking into her ivory chest. "What?"

She cups my cheeks, directing me to meet her face again, whipping out one of the sweetest smiles I've ever seen in my life.

"I wish this wasn't a dream," Dahyun whispers into my mouth before closing the gap.