Mira lounged with her coffee, tilting her head toward the boy across from her. Ren sat quietly sketching, his long fingers smudged faintly with pencil dust, eyes focused on the lines only he could see.
"Ren, have you seen this?" Mira teased, her tone light, though her eyes glimmered with curiosity. "Your fans are saying you and your crew are fighting."
"That was days ago," Ren murmured, barely looking up, his hand moving delicately across the page.
"It's been a while since I've seen you with them," Mira continued, "You fight like children. Or..." she leaned closer, voice dipping playfully, "are you waiting for Thyme to make the first move?"
For the first time, his hand paused. The pencil hovered mid-air before he set the sketchbook down. His gaze drifted toward the window, his expression quiet, distant.
"You know Thyme," Ren said softly. "He never makes the first move."
Mira arched a brow. "Really? I thought he'd have changed by now. Become more... straightforward."
Ren's lips curved faintly, but it wasn't quite a smile. "When we were kids, I was always the one who went to him first. To fix things. To make peace. But now... now he has to figure it out on his own."
The wind slipped through the open window, gentle and cool, ruffling the edges of his sketchbook until the pages fluttered. Mira leaned in and caught sight of the drawing. A girl, the devil horns was scrabbled around her head playfully. Her laughter slipped out, light and teasing.
"A girl? With devil horns?"
Ren's hand brushed the page. "That's Ray's sister... Rose."
Mira blinked, intrigued, then smiled knowingly. "She must have grown into a beautiful woman. I can tell, just from this sketch. What's she like?"
Ren's expression softened, his words slower now, more thoughtful. "She's... complicated. One moment she's fiery, impossible to touch, like she's made of flame. The next, she's gentle. Kind. Fragile, even. She shifts before I can understand her. She's unpredictable."
He hesitated, a flicker of something warmer crossing his features. "And every time I think I've figured her out... she shows me something new. Something that makes me... notice. More than I should."
Mira smirked, leaning back. "Sounds like someone's interested."
Ren glanced at her, irritation mingling with amusement. "Don't be ridiculous," he muttered "I just notice things a lot....That's all"
Ren goes back capturing Mira in his way.
"By the way what do you plan on doing after graduation?" He asks but His thoughts was on Rose.
"You also think of a future?"
Mira asked, amused.
Ren snap back from his thoughts
"if it's your future I am interested" he smile.
There was a silent for moment.
"Ren..I have to tell you something" Mira voice sounds unsure.
Ren looks up and tilt his head in confusion.
----
Rose sat in the back of a cab, chewing her lip until it stung. Gorya had finally called-only because Rose had flooded her phone with desperate messages.
"What were you thinking?" Rose snapped the moment she picked up. "Leaving me worried sick all these days?"
"I'm sorry, Rose," Gorya's voice wavered, thick with guilt. "My phone was blowing up with messages. I had to switch it off."
YOU ARE READING
PERFECT (F4 THAILAND)
Fanfiction"Something on my face, or are you just admiring my good looks?" "Neither, I was just zoned out and your ugly face just happened to be in my line of sight." She replied
