Fearless | Kim Joon Goo

Chapter 21

"Where should our last date be?" Goo asks, his palm under his chin.

I groaned and slammed my face unto the pillow above the sofa. Even I don't know where to go anymore. Hell, even the reason as to why we are brainstorming for this damn last date is unknown to me.

My head is already hurting since an hour ago of thinking and planning for the last date. After a long hour and a half we still have nothing.

"I don't know anymore." I groaned. "Can't we just go for a simple dinner?"

"No! This should be very special, because it will be the last." Goo's voice was a pure mix of emotion, from sadness to happiness.

I could feel the guilt crept into my nerves, making me sat back up. I took in a deep breath before tucking my lips in.

"We could draw the choices." I suggested a very dumb idea that even Goo was unable to comprehend. "What I mean is that we could put ideas of the venue, the time, the ambiance and such, then we will do it like a lucky draw."

Goo nodded his head. "That seems like a great idea."

So we did put different ideas into a small piece of paper and rolling it before putting it to a glass container. Each container for the venue, time, ambiance, food, and theme. It took us about half am hour to finish rolling the last piece of paper. I don't know why but the time seems to be slowing down.

"Let's start with the place!" Goo said excitedly. "Who should do the draw?"

"You can do it, I'll draw for the next container."

And he did, slowly unrolling the small piece of paper. I could see the enthusiasm in his face died. It looked so funny that I can't help but to let out a snort.

"Did you really have to put cemetery in the choices?" He sounded so disappointed and frustrated.

"Girl, I did not. Maybe the ghost did." I avoided my gaze from him. "Now into the time."

I picked up the glass container and swirled the papers inside before picking up one. I unrolled it and guess what,

"It says, 12 midnight!" I laughed at how funny this 'coincidence' is.

Goo looked at me with a deadpan expression plastered in his face. I knew that if he could hit me right now, he will. But he can't, so why hold back?

I laughed lightly when Goo reached out for the third container but his eyes remains on me, like he's suspecting me for doing something suspicious.

"Biblical." He said, voice so dry like is about to die.

That was it, I burst out laughing. We get to go to the cemetery at 12 midnight dress like angels. If people would see us, they will think that we are crazy or they will think that they had gone crazy.

"And the ambiance is..." I prolonged my words as I take out a piece of paper for more suspense.

Goo took in a deep breath like he is already expecting that nothing 'special' will come out from the draw.

"Romantic Christmas." I continued. "At least it has romantic in it and not horror."

Covering his the lower part of his face with his hand, Goo sighs. He wipes his faces with his palm and forced a smile.

"Yeah, romantic Christmas in the cemetery looking like people from the bible at twelve midnight. You're right, at least its romantic." he calmly said every word.

"C'mon! Christmas is coming, so isn't kind of timely?" I tried to boost his energy up like it was not my fault he is down like this.

Goo rolls his eyes on me. "I'm an atheist. I don't celebrate Christmas, Amira."