AMBUL

~ 18. The pronoun ' OUR ' ~

He blew my lids and my eyes a couple of times, and then stroke my eyes lids soothingly to ease my pain. Suddenly he put all his movements on an hiatus. I couldn't feel his breath on my face just could feel his touch on my jaw and cheek. Only the breeze which came across the window was alive. Everything was in a pause

Y/n: Chanyeol?
I checked out if he was still alive by calling his name out

" Hacheeee "
With my sudden sneeze, I pulled him out of his fantasy. His movements revived and he pulled his hands away from me

Chanyeol: Why didn't you close your eyes? I told you to close, didn't I?
He turned his body towards the kitchen bar neglecting me and I already headed to the basin to rinse my eyes. It didn't hurt that much and cool water slowly helped easing my pain. But the problem was I couldn't stop sneezing

Y/n: But you said I didn't close my eyes in front of a man, didn't you?
I barked back and cleaned my face with the towel. My words captured him in an trance and he was frozen again whilst I took off the apron on my waist

I took myself a seat in front of the counter leaving all responsibilities of making cinnamon to him. I picked up the apple on the table to take a bite avoiding the first bite of him when he was yet quiet and frozen. So I impatiently flicked my fingers in front of him

Y/n: Stop day dreaming
He looked away from my eyes and frustratedly licked his dry lips moisturising them a bit. I again took another bite of the apple since it's tasty, juicy and sugary

Chanyeol: Yeah, I did tell you not to close your eyes
He admitted and took out an handkerchief from the drawer before he used it to conceal the bowl in which dough existed

* Another one hour to sleep the dough, god dammit, I'm so sick of this *
I depressed just with the thought of wasting another hour of my holiday for that dough. I placed my chin on my palm which was depending on the dinning table sighing with full of boredom. He sat down beside me and snitched the apple in my hand

Chanyeol: I believe this is my apple
He declared his possession and took a big bite fussily with no reluctance about the fact that my lips kissed the surface of apple. He was just enjoying the apple impeccably whilst me who was knowing I kissed the apple and he's devouring viciously now was a implicit skinship, in one word, KISS

Y/n: Whatever
I titled my head to him and scoffed him about the childishness of his words slightly exclaiming his usual giggles

Right then I felt worrisome firming in my stomach again. I really needed to meet Jongdae and find out the relation between the candy shop and my mom. As Chanyeol gave me Jongdae's number at that morning, I decided to talk to Jongdae

Chanyeol: Where are you going?
He questioned me who was exiting the kitchen quickly with swift steps

Y/n: To our room to take my phone
I casually said out but he seemed to be amused by some reason and he looked down with a satisfied smile. I couldn't guess what was on his mind and I just ran up to the stairs shrugging the curiosity why he smiled out of a sudden. I quickly picked up my phone which was on nightstand and dailed Jongdae's number

Y/n: Hello, is this Jongdae?
I politely questioned as soon as my call was picked up and at the other line, his voice appeared approving at once

Jongdae: Yes, I'm Jongdae, and you are...?
He also questioned me back and I sat down on my bed before I answered

Y/n: It's Y/n. I, I wanna ask you something
Awkwardness to someone I knew a few days ago was reluctantly bothering me at working out on my words. Also, the gear of hearing him might refuse about answering me, was hunting me