Oh na na (Bmin)

Chapter 8 - Her

Matthew doesn't know what happened, one second Somin was pouring her heart out and the next, he was thinking about kissing her, which is the most ridiculous thing he has ever thought about doing to a friend. And to top it off he actually kissed her, on the forehead. He kissed his friend on the forehead. Now here he is carrying her on his back, dwelling in his own self-pity with the occasional sound of of water dripping on leaves. The reason why he kissed her was to erase Seoham's touch out of her mind, he knows that it doesn't work like that, but it feels like it does. To Matthew, Somin is an incarnation of a goddess, she is beautiful and kind. It is very easy to fall for her, heads turn to her wherever she is, whenever she is. When he saw what that asshole was doing, he couldn't help himself pull the offending guy away from her, to get her away from him.

At least the plus side is that Somin will not remember what happened and life will be like it was before, also if the one who shall not be named has any brains, he will realise to keep his distance. By now they would be back in class with stomachs full of coffee and goodies, but no, stuff just had to happen unexpectedly. Even when he can not see her, he knows that Somin would be smiling like she usually does after eating. Instead she had to deal with things no one should ever have to deal with. Strong and tired, that is what she is now, instead of the bubbly girl she was an hour ago. It really amazes BM how calm and collected Somin is all the time with the confessions pouring on her all the time. She is so small and fragile looking. She reminds him of diamonds. Diamonds are beautiful, they look as fragile as glass but in reality diamonds are one of the hardest substances on earth.

"Carrying you is like carrying a sack of feathers. You really should eat more, you're too light. Are you underweight?" Matthew asks aloud, not expecting for an answer from the petite female who is fast asleep. Somin probably didn't eat breakfast, since she said that she was in a hurry this morning and they didn't even get to eat lunch. So nothing... Right? WAIT NOTHING?

He isn't sure if he should wake her so they can go eat or should he wake her up when they get to her place, maybe he shouldn't wake her up at all, she seems pretty tired. He could go and buy something for when she wakes up. Yeah that's what he'll do but, how the heck will he buy some food for her, without waking her up in the process?

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"One large banana muffin to go and ham'n cheese sandwich." The old lady behind the counter smiles sweetly before opening the display case and picking out the most appealing ones from the bunch of others alike. She grabs a small brown paper bag from under the counter and places the warm banana muffin inside it. A large smile takes over her aged but young face as she places the order in front of Matthew on the counter, before tapping the orders on the cash register.

"Is the muffin for your girlfriend?" Matthew's head jerks up at the words, eyes wide and mouth closed tightly he looks at her, mind blank. She doesn't miss his reaction, the old woman shakes her head lightly and laughs it off.

"Don't be shy. What a beauty she is too." Her shop has served and seen many couples, you could say her hobby is to make the young teenagers on their path of young love, flustered. The reactions she get never seem to let her down, they never cease to amuse her and colour her day with a different shade.

The tall basketball player is very, very confused at the moment, what girlfirend? She chuckles and nods her head behind him. Matthew turns his head, he looks towards the couch Somin is currently sleeping on. Coherent thoughts finally start to stumble into his blank mind and he finally realizes what the sweet lady in front of him meant.

"We, aren't dating." He sticks his hand in the back pocket of his black washed jeans and pulls out his worn out leather wallet. He bought the wallet from a thrift shop in America in his hometown, near his old elementary school when he was in his first year of high school. The wallet was old but gold, to some extent. BM not forgetting to smile takes out the the right amount of cash and places it on the slightly wrinkled outstretched hand of the woman behind the counter. Before he can move away with the orders, a warm hand lands on his arm, he looks up and meets a bright dimpled smile.