[✓]Absurd | YUTA

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Somewhere through the drunk night Jihwa had made it back to her room, falling asleep immediately. Her cheek was pressed against the pillow and her mind still in deep sleep unaware of the time.

That was until a knock sounded on the door. It was soft at first, until getting louder. 

She groaned and pushed herself of the bed. She probably thought it was Jiayi, coming to check up on the hungover girl. 

What she certainly did not expect, was seeing Yuta. He looked her up and down at first. Only then it suddenly clicked in her head. Her teacher was at her door for god knows what, and she was a complete mess.

Her hands flew to her hair, as she tried smoothening it out.

Jihwa: Mr. Nakamoto.

Yuta: Hm... can i come in?

She moved from the door and watched him enter. She closed the door and quickly did a rough scan of the room, cursing when she saw two beer cans near her bed. He definitely saw those. Still, her hungover brain decided it would be smart to kick them under the bed, which made it noisy because of the clashing of the metals.

Yuta only chuckled, making Jihwa gulp.

Jihwa: Is this about yesterday?

Yuta: yesterday?

Jihwa: When i fucked- messed up the bomb thing.

He had a moment of silence before shaking his head. 

Yuta: No. Besides you didn't do horrible.

Jihwa: I didn't?

He sat on the chair at her table and motioned her to sit on the bed. She sat on its edge, interested and curious about what he wanted to say. 

Yuta: The first 30 seconds, until i called out the remaining time, you would have noticed how everyone was silent. After that it was clearly evident of the laughs.

Jihwa: yeah...

She said in a low voice, still finding her performance infuriating.

Yuta: That was because they thought you were exceptionally calm for someone who had one minute of time.

She looked at him, rather to confirm he wasn't joking.

Yuta: They were probably reminded of their first times with bombs. Probably end of second year. None of them pass in one try. It takes practice. A lot. Besides you had only one minute. 

She nodded.

Yuta: Though... you did panic a lot.

Jihwa: You could tell?

Yuta: It was obvious really. But only to me since I was the closest to you. You should have been more calm.

Jihwa: I was trying.

Yuta: Sure. But what if i told you, the wire you were going for was the one that immediately trigger it. Close your eyes. Reimagine what bomb you had yesterday.

Hesitantly, but surely enough, Jihwa closed her eyes. And after a lot of thought process, and finding ways to alternate Yuta's opinion, she was defeated. He was right. If only she had another minute yesterday she could have noticed it.

Yuta: See it?

Jihwa: Yeah...

Yuta: I have heard you do really well in combat. I have seen you work wonders with your knives. But here is the difference. Combat means, agility and form and to an extent, strength. Bomb and weapon specializing means brains. Its like a game of chess. You have to move your piece really carefully, otherwise its endgame for your King. Here the King is yours and everyone else's life. The other pieces moving around is your play with the bomb. You understand?

The female could only nod. Yuta stood up stretching a bit.

Yuta: I don't go around giving free advice. Consider yourself lucky. 

Again, she nodded.

Yuta: Here.

He handed her a box that she took with confusion.

Jihwa: What is this?

Yuta: Taeyong told me to go get you a phone. 

Jihwa: Oh... thanks...

She removed the packaging and stared at the brand new phone.

Yuta: Do you not know how to use it?

Jihwa: I mean i do... but... i only had a flip phone for the past five years... i kind of forgot... 

Yuta: A flip phone? Do they even sell that anymore?

Jihwa: I found it in the dumpster.

Yuta: You...

He stopped himself and just nodded, taking the phone from her and setting it up for her. After a while he handed it back to her.

Yuta: i added my number in it. If any emergencies you can call me. I am assuming you wouldn't want me to tell Taeyong you skipped classes?

Jihwa: I am late?

It was obvious she was. But she didn't bother checking how much.

Yuta: Its past lunch time. I searched for you in the hall but didn't see you there. 

Jihwa: What?!

To confirm she checked her one hell of an old watch that did show it was late afternoon.

Yuta: Maybe don't drink on a week day hmm?

Jihwa: yes sir.

She looked into the phone and couldn't help but chuckle at the contact name.

Jihwa: Yuta San? Should i start calling you that too?

Yuta: Don't you dare.

He said reaching for the door.

Jihwa: Why though? Its still a respected term, right Yuta san?

She said approaching the door to see his back turned towards her. He faced her with a small smile on his face.

Yuta: Okay but only when we are alone together.

Jihwa: Ooh that sounds-

The man rolled his eyes to the suggestive eyebrow raises she was doing. 

Yuta: Though... why do you wear full sleeves all the time? Don't you feel hot?

Jihwa's smile didn't falter but her heart raced. Her teeth clenched yet she stayed smiling.

Jihwa: You think i am hot, sir?

Yuta: I- You know what... forget it. Bye.

Jihwa chuckled and closed the door. She knew he was gone but she kept smiling. And even though that reassuring smile could fool others, only she could sense the indefinite pain behind it. And she couldn't drop the smile, afraid she will end up being a crying mess.