Trouble

Bubbles

I hesitatingly walked towards the kitchen in my hot pink leggings. I sighed as Yoongi stifled a laugh. "Yes, they look pretty bad," I said, scraping a chair against the floor and sitting down. Regardless of my attire, I was famished. I had cleaned up myself before joining Yoongi on the table. I mentally thanked myself for having over prepared the night before.

"I made some hangover soup," He said, pushing a piping hot bowl of greenish liquid towards me. I smelled the tasty scent and my mouth instantly began to water. 

"This smells so good," I said, digging into the soup without further ado. He laughed as he told me that he got drunk quite often and needed something later. 

"Practice makes perfect," He preached as he slurped on some soup. I chuckled at his comment but continued to devour the delicious soup. 

"Are you going to go home now?" He questioned. The heavy weight of leaving my father and Dubu all alone for so long finally dawned upon me. I nodded, as I slurped the last bits of the soup into my mouth from the bowl directly. I smacked my lips and got up to wash the dishes. 

"I should, I've stayed out for too long, and I need to get started on my homework," I said, washing the bowl with some water first, then some soap, and finally scrubbing it. 

"You don't need to do that," He says, joining me at the basin before I could complete the process of washing the bowl. I noticed there were some dirty bowls in the sink as well and decided to clean those up as well. 

"You've done enough, Yoongi. I can clean some bowls for you," I said, smiling sweetly as I continued to clean as much as I could manage. 

"Sorry for puking, and not being in my senses to clean up that puke," I supplied, as I put aside the bowls I had cleaned. 

"Are you kidding me? That was the best thing I have ever seen. It was so funny," He said, pushing me lightly with his shoulders so he could begin cleaning his own bowl. 

"How could you say that? That's so mean," I said, opening my mouth wide in shock. 

"You should have seen your face after we finished the fifth bottle. You looked so happy," He said, putting too much soap into his bowl than needed. It created too many bubbles than necessary. 

"Are you saying I look sad without five bottles of Soju in me?" I questioned, scooping some bubbles in my hand and shifting them from palm to palm. I loved bubbles. 

"You have a resting bitch face," He said, grinning evilly and finally washing his bowl with water. I scoffed and smacked his face with the bubbles in my hand. I obviously didn't think it through because the bubbles probably went directly into his eyes, because the next minute he was screaming madly. 

"Ow!" He said as he dropped the bowl and clutched his face, his features etched in pain. 

"Shit- Shit, sorry. I'm really sorry." I said, moving towards him, suddenly feeling very scared. I pulled his hand away from his face and began to wipe it with some water I got from the tap.

"I didn't mean to..." I said nervously. He held onto my wrist as I tried to get all the bubbles off his face. 

"You know," He started, his deep voice making me realize the proximity of our bodies. I raised myself onto my toes so that I could properly clean his forehead region as well. 

"I'm not that hurt," He said, opening his eyes and looking at me with a sort of blank expression on his face. I formed an 'o' with my mouth and stepped away, my hand in mid-motion. 

"But this feels good, so can you continue doing it?" He asks, closing his eyes, bending forward so that his face was easily reachable, and smiling. 

I pursed my lips, took a fistful of water, and threw it directly onto his face. He began to laugh, a deep, throaty laugh, and opened his eyes. 

"You made me feel so guilty," I said, turning to wipe my hands on the napkin placed on the dining table. I shouldn't have turned, because the next thing I knew, I felt a splash of cold water hit my back. 

"Ah, stop!" I screamed, as he continued to pour cold water onto me. I moved away from, dancing towards the main, living area. Holly began dancing near our heels, enjoying the madness of Yoongi and my screaming. 

"I hate you," I said, while laughing through the water being poured onto my face. 

-

I shivered as I walked back home in a big white tee shirt, some hot pink leggings, and dripping wet hair. I was wearing my jean jacket, but the mornig breeze floated easily past the denim material. I unlocked the door to my house as I reached it and quickly entered. I removed my shoes and raced to the staircase to go towards my father's studio. 

"You've been out late," I hear my father as I am half way up the staircase. I bite my lip and turn slowly. He was standing at the bottom, Dubu in his hand, and his eyebrows arched all the way to his hairline. 

"I'm...I'm sorry," I said, beginning to climb down and try and explain myself.

"I want to know what happened, Eun. But you're an adult now, and I am going to respect your privacy. Just call or text me if something like this is going to happen. Do you know how worried I was when you didn't come home till 5 or 6 in the morning? And who switches off their phone?" He wasn't angry, but his passive aggressive tone got across the message pretty well. 

"Dad, I am sorry. I should have..." I started, but he sighed, his lips quivering not to form a smile. 

"I'm happy that you're finally going out. You deserve it. Just...just try to keep me in the loop." He said, placing a hand on my shoulder and squeezing it. I give him a tight lipped smile and take Dubu from his hands. 

"Nice legging, by the way," He said, grinning as he noticed the ridiculosly coloured fabric. I sighed, and decided that I would freshen up before anything else. 

I put my phone for a charge before I went to have a shower. When I came out I noticed that my entire phone screen had lighted up with texts from my dad and friends. Oh, he had called them...

I felt a heavy stone sink into the pit of my stomach. 

I would have to explain what had happened to Yoongi and me to my friends. 

I had to...

I had waited for far too long. 

I made up my mind. Monday's lunch would have an extra special serving of surprise for six of my closest friends.