Not Always A Happy Ending

Unbeliebable

They dismissed the thought of water and bought two large sundaes at an ice cream shop from the mall and went out to resume their window shopping. When their feet were finally starting to ache, they sat and disposed of their sundae cup on the trash bin next to the bench they had ruled over.

Yuna flapped her hand to calm her sweating body.

"Maybe we should go home," Yerin said. "You look like you need a bath."

"Maybe it will be cooler tomorrow," Yuna said, and Yerin pinned her with a stare harder than her usual ones. "...Or maybe not, I can at least hope the weather will take pity on me."

"It's cute that you think California cares about your 'sensitivity'," Yerin said.

It's still broad daylight when they made it back to Yerin's flat. This time, even Yerin was looking a bit sun weary and worn down.

"You look disappointed about us calling it a day," Yuna said. "Sorry I don't have your stamina."

Two seconds and Yerin reconsidered. "I wanted you to meet a friend of mine," she said. "But I haven't been able to get in touch with him for a week or so."

"A friend?" Yuna prodded "Or a friend?"

"Taehyung is one of those that doesn't require the eyebrow lifting and smug grin, Yuna." Still, Yerin reached for her phone again, halting only when Yuna's smirk grew in an inverse proportion to the distance between Yerin's hand and her pocket. "Asshole."

"Is he tall? You like them tall." So does Yuna. That's about the only thing their types have in common.

"I changed my mind, you can go back to sleep for the next three weeks—"

They walk into the lobby of Yerin's apartment building, when Yerin stopped walking mid step, clumsily tripping forward enough that Yuna had to rescue her reluctantly by grabbing a handful of her shirt to keep her from falling. She overestimated her strength, as the action almost made her slip too as she caught the taller girl.

"Only you, Choi Yuna, could convince me that giant frogs are real without a whole lot more tequila than we've had all afternoon," Yerin said, eyes almost bulging out of her head like the frog as she looked ahead of them. Yuna's eyes passed the elevator and landed on, what is sure enough, the same frog she'd been seeing all day.

"We haven't had any tequila this afternoon," Yuna replied faintly, and Yerin cursed loudly. Thankfully, the night guard hasn't come on shift yet to reprimand her like she'd done last night, when Yerin had dropped Yuna's suitcase on her own foot by accident.

"Then why am I seeing a freaking frog?" Yerin's doing that ugly python face; Yuna doesn't have to look to see it. "Seriously, Yuna, now I need some tequila."

"Now," Yerin straightened herself up, rubbing her palms on her thighs. "So we're going to go upstairs and have ourselves a drink."

Yerin jammed her finger into the elevator button repeatedly, as if pressing it multiple times will make it arrive faster. The ding of the elevator doors made them both turn their heads, and when they turn back, the frog is gone; no evidence that it was ever there at all.

"Yerin—"

"Hanging out with you is terrible for my mental health," Yerin said. "I don't have time to imagine giant frogs, Yuna."

They exited on the sixteenth floor, walking back into Yerin's flat, and shutting the door on the weirdness they'd experienced downstairs. "I shouldn't have told you that stupid legend. You're going to have me imagining frogs everywhere."

"What if it's real?" Yuna said as Yerin poured each of them a drink. "What if that's your prince outside, Yerin?"

"First of all, I'm pretty sure this heat stroke is bad if we're both seeing that thing," Yerin said. "Second of all, you've been reading way too many fantasy novels. You can kiss that thing the next time we see it."