[ Third Person
Pov ]“Rocky mornings are the worst.”
Shinhye had jolted awake in a cold sweat, panting frantically. It was the same dream again, as real as ever, each time more disturbing than the last. Trying to get her mind off her nightmares, the black haired took lazy steps towards her balcony, leaned on the railing and allowed to cool air to wash over her, tousling through her charcoal black hair, tugging on her loose PJs and brushing lightly against her flushed skin.
“Tell me about it,” She didn't have to turn to know who just talked to her, his voice was a dead give-away, always so soothing and calm.
[ •Koo Shinhye. •Editor at Bangers publishing company. ]
“Pretty sure nothing a cup of coffee can't fix,” her neighbour jested, smiling at the female, who had her eyes shut, a tiny dumb smirk on her face.
“For the last time Hyunjin, coffee doesn't fix everything.”
The taller gasped, taking serious offense with her comment. “I can't believe you just said that, Americano makes everything Joha, Joha. . .” he did a little dance. “. . .Joha.”
Shinhye finally spared him a glance, a sly smirk on her face. “And that's how you stained your favourite shirt,” her tone was teasing. “Shouldn't you be at the studio by now?”
“No...” Hyunjin shook his head, a proud look on his face. “Later classes and it's that darn annoying set,” He grumbled, Shinhye immediately getting the hint about the set he could possibly be talking about. The red haired would rant about how they pushed him to his limits almost every time they'd have their little balcony talks. “Like I'm the teacher, you listen to me!”
“Never gets old,” Shinhye laughed, wiping a fake tear. “I could enroll some day, so you'd teach me how to dance.”
“No, please. I'd be flustered.”
[ •Hwang Hyunjin. •Dance instructor.]
One of Shinhye's favourite parts of the mornings was her little chitchats with her redheaded neighbour, it always gave her a boost to start off the day. And another part of her mornings was running into another neighbour in the halls. He wasn't as bubbly as Hyunjin, but was still fun to talk to.
“Hi Seungmin,” Shinhye greeted with a smile, walking up to the brown haired. “Haven't seen you in a while.”
“Work,” he replied curtly.
“Right, um. . .” The black haired trailed off, hoping that he wouldn't shut her idea down. “I was wondering, if it was alright with you, if you could come over to a game night Hyunjin proposed. We could do fun. . . stuff and there will be popcorn and we'll play suduko.”
“Sudoku?” Seungmin finally gave her a glance, his brows irked up.
“Yes, we could compete,” Shinhye grinned. She knew he was very good at it and thought of using his skill as bait.
Seungmin turned away. “I'm sorry, I have to work today, you know Lisa just dropped a comeback, right?” The shorter nodded. “Lots of photos to take.”
“Meeting Lisa sounds so cool, get her to sign an autograph and give it to me, please.”
“Cute,” Seungmin smiled. “But no.”
[ •Kim Seungmin. •Photographer.
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