Forever & Always, Maira | BP LISA

↳ CHAPTER 28 ༉‧₊˚❦

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Aamaira gently daps at her eyes with a napkin as Yeoreum's boisterous laughter—wild and volatile like a volcanic eruption peeled out of her with no damper. Patrons surrounding them warily glanced in their direction. Yeoreum's sudden eruption of laughter was no doubt the key cornerstone in their sudden newfound interest. Yeoreum quickly clamps her hand over her mouth with one hand as her other hand tries desperately failing miserably- to tug the hood of her hoodie over to conceal her fairy-like visuals. If anything the white fabric seems to highlight her bright magenta-purple colored very short-cropped undercut hairstyle.

Aamaira could not help but giggle at her friend's epic fail. The giggle though short was interrupted by a rather unladylike snort bubbling out of her.

"Maira!" Yeoreum squeaks scandalised. Her eyes widened in shock at the sound that had come out of Aamaira before wheezing in another round of uncontrollable laughter.

The squeaky breathless tone in Yeoreum's voice was reminiscent of a person who had just inhaled helium. The unorthodox usage of that tone had Aamaira giggling in another round of laughter. One even louder than her previous one.

"Y-you sh-should..." Aamaira stumbles over the words as she continues laughing. "See, see yo-your face!"

Aamaira points at her friend's now reddening face. A result no doubt from her laughter.

"My face face!" Yeoreum says. "Girl, let us talk about the pig living in your vocal chord!"

Yeoreum picks up a half-filled glass of water before her. Taking a sip.

"Pig!" Aamaira cackles. "Yeoreumie my snorts give me character!"

Yeoreum choked as her eyes doubled in size. Water spews out of her mouth as she hears Aamaira's rebuttal.

"Oh my god, Yeoreumie!" Aamaira gushes. Rising from her chair immediately to pat Yeoreum's back.

Resting her glass down, she waves Aamaira off. "Maira, lay off the jokes a little. You're killing me right now!"

"Are you okay?" Aamaira asks concerned. Putting all their fun and jokes aside. She had no intention for her quick-witted jokes to choke Yeoreum to death.

"Maybe, wait don't joke like that while I'm in the middle of drinking water next time."

"I'm sorry."

"It's okay," Yeoreum waved her off. "No harm; no foul. Though, next time try to make my death more memorable will you?

Aamaira was aghast. "Next time!"

Yeoreum nods, and dabs a napkin on the table drying the area of the table she had just spat on. "You'll be paying for my funeral arrangement too. So ensure I'm dressed in Chanel. Haute Couture preferably."

Aamaira shakes her head. She was in disbelief. "You can't be serious."

"Oh, I'm serious."  Yeoreum pushes aside the used napkin before finally glancing at Aamaira. "Show me a girl who would not dream of wearing Coco Chanel Haute Couture at her funeral? As a girl, you should only demand the best for yourself, Maira."

Aamaira huffs. "Of course, that's what you would be fixated on. Remind me again why we are planning your funeral. Discussing your death?"

Yeoreum's chopsticks pause mid-air as she looks from her delicious steamed cabbage and ramen noodles to Aamaira. Who was seated opposite her? "Uh, you killed me." She rests the chopsticks down. "Well, hypothetically speaking. You said something shocking as usual that sends me to an early grave."