Tried to regain my confidence back.
"You lost?"
Sungjae was sitting inside his dorm, looking around the place before motioning Sami to sit in his lap. He pursed his lips together, realizing how shaky the voice of the caller was.
"Hey, Joyiah." He mumbled, blinking a couple of times. He could hear her sniff on the other line.
"Hey, what are you doing? I couldn't even watch your performance since it haven't aired yet." Sungjae tried to lighten up the mood. Joy could only sniff on the other line.
He sighs in defeat. "Are you still there?"
She stifled a laugh on the other line.
"Yah, pabo. Where are you right now?", "I'm on the way back to our dorm.", "Alone?", "Yes."
He can hear the tone of being upset underneath her voice. "I'm coming over.", "H-huh?" She was surprised, hearing him declare something so reckless at the moment.
"My eonnies were filming something, they didn't knew this yet." She mumbled. "That's why I'm coming over." Sungjae retorted, lifting Sami gently away from him as he pats her back.
"Sami-ah, I'll be back later. Arasso?"
The cat could only meow at him, as if it was a kid scoffing.
"You still there?" He asked, hearing a motion of breathings. "You don't need to come, oppa."
He scowled, before grinning.
"Ice cream or pizza?" He finally smiled in relief as soon as he heard her giggle.
This is why I'm still inlove with you.
We Got Married days had passed for years, and he never thought that they'd still end up close despite all the things happening before over them.
But then- he didn't knew why... Why everything about them needs to be considered just a friendship. Was he lingering around her on those WGM days just to end up as a friend?
He pursed his lips in frustration, boringly staring at the door. "Would she thank me as a bestfriend again later? Ah, Yook Sungjae. What a great idiot you are." He whispered to his self, changing his clothes to cover himself up.
Leaving behind Sami, who seems to adore the tiny ball of strings near the couch.
Meow.
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"She loves strawberry." Sungjae mumbled through his face mask, picking the right flavour to trigger her taste buds with the sweetness he wanted her to experience despite losing the second round.
He marched slowly over the ice cream section, globbing his large hands into any possible flavours that she might love except for strawberry.
Sighs.
The perks of being a chaebol.
He blinked a couple of times, looking down into his cart only to see five flavors of ice cream down on it. "Won't it give her a cold though?" He whispered, shaking his head. "Molla." He suddenly walked into the counter.
He carefully hid his face under the cap and mask, making it not suspicious since judging the amount of ice cream and chocolates he bought, it seems like he was trying to make up for his girlfriend- scratch. They are not even close to that! Screw this.
His mind suddenly drifted to Joy.
She might be crying her whole heart at the moment now that she's alone in the dorm. He couldn't even think of anything now. He just wanted to comfort her, being consistent like before.
