𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐓 | 𝘰𝘩 𝘴𝘦𝘩𝘶𝘯

⤖ chapter sixteen

A warm smile crept on his lips as he bored his eyes on her that mirrored the stars above. Heejung didn't know exactly what to do upon seeing him, exchanging uncertain glances from the stream and back to him.

"Missed me?"

"Youngshik?" She finally voiced out after a moment of utter shock from the unexpected lad she's with. "What are you doing here?"

He, in return, chuckled in amusement towards Heejung's initial reaction. "I just passed by," he said. "Aren't you a bit surprised to see me again?"

"I-I am," she blinked, avoiding his gaze. "You're here for vacation?"

"No, I'm staying permanently."

His reply caused her insides to churn, the idea of having to see him around brought her further uneasiness.

"A lot has been going on with you," he suddenly brought up, looking ahead of him as a gush of wind lightly blew them.

"Not really,"

"Really?" He raised a brow, his cheeky grin never leaving his lips. "That's not what I've heard."

"What have you been hearing exactly?" She questioned, narrowing her eyes at Youngshik.

"That you're now an idol's wife."

"You didn't miss anything then," she huffed.

"I did," he interjected in which Heejung didn't react to, not interested in what he would say next for she knows what was already coming.

"I missed you."

"Enough, Youngshik." She nonchalantly shook her head as she clicked her tongue, turning her heel in attempt to leave.

A strong grip stopped her from taking another step away, but she refused facing him again, heaving out an exasperated sigh.

"Didn't you miss me? Have you forgotten everything we've been through?"

"We cannot turn back time, Youngshik. What we had in the past, we can't have again,"

"But we can, bunny—"

"Stop calling me that!" She snapped, raising her hands to her ears in utmost disgust of hearing the endearment, especially how it came from his own lips.

Youngshik's hold on the lass's arm loosened at her outburst, but giving up was not on his agenda.

"I'll have you again," he uttered, sucking a breath. "Even if it takes taking you away from your so-called husband."

***

With an exhausted countenance, shoulders slumped down as she turned the dooknob, Heejung was greeted by the chatter coming from the television that was turned on. And a big man sprawled out on the couch, light snores escaping his slightly parted lips.

Sehun must've just arrived, taking he was still in his usual practice clothes and his socks that covered his large feet were still up.

Heejung grabbed the remote that was sitting beside the idol, turned down the volume before completely turning off the television.

For a few seconds, she stared at Sehun's face, observing every inch of his face and wondered how he was there with her. How he was her favorite then, and now, she could not comprehend the turn of events.

But she was certain of one thing.

Destiny definitely played with her.

Lazily walking upstairs to her room, she took a warm bath and changed to her comfy pajamas before taking a random blanket from her closet and coming back down.

After one last good look at Sehun's innocent-like countenance that she rarely sees, Heejung spread out the blanket and let it fall over his whole figure.

With a tired grin, she returned to her own room. Her bag that accommodated all her school works were already open and ready to be completed.

However, due to her tired state, the 19-year-old contemplated whether to finish them that night or just wake up early and do them first thing in the morning instead.

And she chose the latter.

It had been a long day. She couldn't bear adding more if she deals with school at that time.

***

Through the window that has curtains pushed to the side, sunray hit Sehun's face causing him to slightly scrunch his nose at the brightness. A faint groan left his lips as he tried to block the light with his hand.

Ruckus from the kitchen completely awoke him. The idol groggily sat up from the sofa he slept on, heading to the kitchen where the source of the sound came from.

A distressed girl picking up pieces of the broken mug that fell, greeted him. Rolling his eyes, he approached her, brought his hand to his waist, ready to give her a piece of his mind when she spoke.

"Please, I'm not up for another fight." She rose up from her position, a blank expression painted on her face. "I'll clean this up, I know."

She then walked past him, throwing the pieces she carefully collected in the trash bin.

Heejung looked so overwhelmed and beat, dark circles intensifying under her eyes, taking him aback at her state. His eyes drew back at the sofa where Heejung passed through on her way to the stairs. A gray wrinkled blanket rested on it, due to him pushing it out of his frame earlier that he didn't notice.

Trailing at Heejung's withdrawing statue, he walked to the couch and picked up the blanket, rolling it to possibly throw at Heejung's direction. But before he could even execute his scheme, the girl stumbled on a step on the stairs.

A chuckle of disbelief escaped her lips as she pushed herself to stand up again and when she did, she continued on her way to her room.

"I must be out of my mind..." the girl muttered to herself, lightly hitting her head in disorientation.

That waking up very early took a toll on her.

"You okay there?"

Sehun voiced out, slowly heading to the stairs. The 96-liner only sent him a faint nod and waved her hands off without sparing glance.

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah.."