DAYLIGHT | taehyun

04

Oh, of course, that voice belongs to her, of course she's here gawking at me, of course I'm here with her as well. After she spent all day and week down on my throat and after I spent mine giving her reasons to, of course, I have to see her here, of course, she was unintentionally the one who brought me back to my sense. Of course. Why does this world love trying me so much?

This is the first time I've seen her out of uniform, there's really nothing much that I can say about her dress except how it's too purple for my liking yet it looks like something she'd definitely pick out. Her hair was up in a bun but her bangs remained intact, sitting on her forehead. The bun was a first, I can't tell if it fits her or not.

I don't think I've ever seen her smile during the past week, either because it's only the first week of school, or she's awfully stressed and busy with her extracurriculars, or I'm just that good at pissing her off. I don't even try to, most of the time but she's the one who reacts and stirs stuff up, all I'm doing is carrying her game.

And I arrived at this weird conclusion, that if she smiled right now, she'd have dimples, and it would match her dauntingly alluring eyes, and she'd appear prettier than she looks— But I don't know, I'm just observing.

"You know each other?" My mom asks, looking and sounding delighted, the exact opposite of our reactions right now.

"We know each other?" I break our demeaning eye contact, "I don't know. Do we?" I grin a little too hard.

"Excuse me for a moment," Akira smiles at my mother and sister before excusing herself and stomping back somewhere into their house.

She does have dimples. It did match her eyes. And she did look a little bit prettier to me during that split-second flash of a grin.

Then it sank in me that this is her house, this is where she lives, this was her residence. It's awesome to think of but just a week ago I wasn't expecting to find a... rival, of some sort? I didn't even know who she was last Friday, yet look at me now, at her doorstep, already meeting her father.

And I just depicted her as something I didn't even pause to think of her as before; Pretty.

Okay, in my defense: She's conventionally pretty to anyone's eyes, maybe that's even why Kai possibly likes her— or not, I don't know, I don't want to jump to conclusions or anything, bottom line here is; me finding her pretty does not automatically insinuate that I have a liking for her.

"Taehyun? Son?"

"Dude," Sohyun lightly nudges and I am awakened out of my thoughts once again. I scan the meal-occupied table as well as the occupants themselves, all of them were looking at me, but I was looking at the one who wasn't, the one with her head down on her plate, sitting across the table from me.

She doesn't even bother to look up or acknowledge that I'm here, her eyes are laser-focused on her food as if she was rushing to get out of this place.

"Um," I give everyone else on the table a generous glance, "C-Come again?"

"Akira is Dr. Natomi's daughter. She looks pretty," Sohyun gritted her teeth whilst repeating what has probably been said but I was too immersed in my head to know what was going on, "Doesn't she?"

Akira picks up a glass of water like she wasn't expecting a monumental and proper answer for me, considering how she and I view one another.

"Yes," I simply answer, "I can tell."

She darts her head up towards me, eyes widened, like the plain notion of me agreeing was the most appalling thing she's heard all her life. I'm not that appalled, this is just me being honest.