banana milk | kwon hyuk

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I wake up with a mug of green tea in my hand and the Simpsons playing on my TV. The bright morning light is burning my eyes causing me to make a mental note to get curtains.

I go to the bathroom and strip out of my pyjamas. I run the water for a while before turning on the shower head.

I get into the shower and wash my body. Hating the mixture of the strong pastry like smell of the soap and the humidity of the bathroom I decide to take a quick shower.

I get out the shower a little nauseous from the stuffy room. I go into my bedroom and lotion my body.

I put on my underwear and bra then a white skater dress. I put on my white adidas and a olive green bomber.

I walk out of my vanilla and cinnamon scented room and grab a glass bottle of banana milk and one of my home made cinnamon rolls.

I walk out of my house prepared to walk all the way to downtown busan for an art event. I take a bite of my cinnamon roll and start walking.

After fifteen minutes of walking,eating, and almost going back home twice I make it into the culture arts building where the event is being held.

I walk up to the security guard and show him the art exhibit ticket that was folded neatly in my bomber jacket.  

He nods his head and lets me in eyeing the cold beverage I had in my hand. I look at different pieces and compare them to each other.

I think of how if two pieces were to be combined the outcome would be glorious.

"Um excuse me ma'am but the sign says no food or drinks allowed" someone says tapping my shoulder.

Irritated by the tone of this persons voice and the physical contact they had created I turn around to face a male.

He looks close to my age a bit older but very close. He has gorgeous eyes and visibly silky soft hair. But his looks do not get rid of the little ball of annoyance in the pit of my stomach.

"Well ya do know rules are meant to be broken" I reply taking a sip of milk.

"I'll keep that in mind when you get kicked out" he says with a smirk. I stare into his dark eyes for a while trying to figure him out like I do everyone else.

"La'treaya but everyone calls me tae" I say putting out a hand for him to shake. "Kwon Hyuk but my nickname is Dean" he says with a smile, shaking my hand.

"Nice to meet you Dean care to join me on my journey of the artistic mind" I ask.

"Sure banana milk" he says walking with me. "Ahh so I see you've chosen a different nickname for me rather than everyone else" I say with a roll of my eyes.

"Why be like everyone else when you can be different" he says stopping at a painting labeled 'Anatomy of the afterlife'.

"Why be different when you're going to be judged either way" I say stopping beside him, the conversation no longer relating to nicknames.

The painting we are looking at is split. My side having more melancholy colours than Dean's. His side being vibrant and light.

We turn to each other look at the painting then to each other again. "You, you have a look in your eyes that tell me all hasn't been all sunshine and peaches" he says with a low voice.

"Is it that obvious" I ask wiping my face with a hand. "To the naked eye no but it takes special people to notice what others don't" he says keeping the eye contact I had lost.

"I look forward to seeing you again banana milk can I have your number" he asks pulling out his phone.

"Sure thing string bean" I say putting my phone number into his phone.

"Tomorrow at one I'll call you so we can meet somewhere" he says with a grin. "I'll be waiting" I say as we cut our journey short.

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